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Friday, July 29, 2016
DUMPSTER DICING - Julie B Cosgrove - One Free Book
Welcome back, Julie. This book is very different from your other books I've read. Why
do you write the kinds of books you do?
I have always been a mystery buff. I have been reading them
since Nancy Drew days, still veg out on Murder
She Wrote reruns, and love the British mysteries on PBS. So, my sister
challenged me, as she has a tendency to do, to start writing them. Little did I
know I’d end up with a three book contract based solely on synopses.
Besides when you came
to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
That is very hard to say. I guess most would say their
wedding day or when their child was born. And those probably top the list. But
I think the happiest day of my life was when I realized He used me for a
purpose, and my writing actually touched someone enough to bring them to faith.
How has being
published changed your life?
It has kept me busy! People think writing is all there is to
making a novel. Wrong. Making the novel is like making a baby. Then come up to
nine months of development. Endless editing, critiquing, tweaking, cover design
pow-wows and marketing.
What are you reading
right now?
I read about a novel a week, many from other authors in my
own publishing house so I can support them and review their works, or be a
second eye in editing and proofing. I wish I read more for pure pleasure, but it
is a pleasure to read what my fellow authors write. Some are really great!
What is your current
work in progress?
I have three, actually. Baby
Bunco, the second cozy in the Bunco Biddies Mysteries is in line edits, and
Threes and Sixes, cozy number three,
is in the beginning stages of the first draft. I also have a Christmas novella
in editing right now called Hill Country
Homecoming which will be part of an anthology of A Cowboy Christmas.
What would be your
dream vacation?
To return to England ,
rent a cottage in a small village, and write for three to six months (and take
day trips around to other places of course.) I was blessed to go on a church
sponsored trip and live with a family for several weeks a few years ago. It
whetted my appetite. I am a dyed-in-the-wool Anglophile, since it is my
denomination and my heritage.
How do you choose
your settings for each book?
I am a Texan, so most of my scenes are set in Texas . The Bunco Biddies
live in a retirement community similar to ones I encountered when we lived in Central Texas . They are rambling small cities, really,
with everything from independent condos and homes to full-time nursing care.
They have golf courses, rec centers, libraries, and even small shops.
If you could spend an
evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?
My grown son. We never get to see each other enough and any
day you can hug your child is a stellar one.
What are your
hobbies, besides writing and reading?
That is pretty much it. I am a very amateur bird watcher and
I love word puzzles. I think I have 27 games of Words With Friends going right
now.
What is your most
difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
Can I be honest? It is the endless hours of marketing on
social media and the feeling I am only shouting into the wind. That is why I so
appreciate successful sites such as yours and your willingness to support other
Christian writers.
It’s my pleasure and
a great blessing to me. What advice would you give to a beginning author?
Find a wonderful critique group with published authors in
it, either online or in person. Then toughen up your skin and take their
comments to heart. You will also learn so much more reading and critiquing
their genres as well. Everyone grows in the craft together. You may outgrow a
particular group, but never the concept of them. Always sit at the feet of
someone who is more successful than yourself.
Very good advice. I
tell authors they always should have someone they’re learning from and someone they’re
mentoring. Tell us about the featured book.
Dumpster Dicing is the first of the Bunco Biddies mysteries.
Janie, the widow of an Austin
police detective, and her friends in Sunset Acres play Bunco every Thursday
evening. Their lives are fairly dull, until one day as she and her friend,
Betsy Ann, a retired home and garden reporter for the local newspaper, discover
a body in the community dumpster during their daily power walk. It seems the
newest resident, Mr. Newman, must have had a dicey past, or how else did he end
up in pieces only a few days after he moved in? Now, what would you do if you
were Janie and Betsy Ann? Investigate how and why, of course!
Here is the first chapter:
Betsy Ann Hunt huffed up the hill, breathing in time to the
slap of her sneakers on the early morning dew-dampened pavement. The lavender,
velour-covered backside of her neighbor and Bunco playing buddy, Janie Manson,
wobbled ahead of her, her elbows swinging in sync with her steps, no doubt to
some early Beatles song on her I-pod. Janie claimed to be one of the privileged
few who squealed on the first row of the band’s concert at Sam Houston Coliseum
during their first British Invasion tour in April of 1965. But Janie bragged
about a lot of things, such as her physical stamina—which appeared to be ebbing
at the moment as a result of the sultry Texas
humidity.
Betsy Ann urged her sore calves to accelerate on the
incline. With every ounce of gumption mustered in her quivering ligaments, she
edged alongside Janie. Exhaling a slight wheeze, she tapped her friend on the
shoulder. “Can we slow down?”
“Huh?” Janie pulled
out the left ear bud. She waited at the top of the lane near the entrance to
the club house parking lot in their fifty-five-plus community of Sunset Acres.
The rumble of the sanitation truck on its Tuesday morning rounds to empty the
dumpsters drowned out Betsy Ann’s breathless response. “What did you say?”
Janie jogged in place as she leaned closer.
“Have...to...stop.” Betsy Ann raised a hand with fingers
spread and then pressed it to her thigh as she bent over. Her ample breasts
bounced with each chest heave under her fuchsia zip-up jogging jacket.
“Okay, all you had to do was say so.” Janie clicked off her
music. “It’s only been three weeks since you slipped on your tailbone, Betsy
Ann. I realize you gained six pounds lying around, but are you sure you should
be power walking so soon? Dr. Pearson gave me strict orders about exercising
when I chipped my hip bone two years ago.”
Always knows everything. With gritted teeth to keep her from
speaking her mind, Betsy Ann straightened upright in slow motion as she counted
to ten. But the sincere concern on Janie’s apple-cheeked face dissolved her
angst. She edged up to her friend’s ear and spoke louder to compensate for the
trash vehicle’s droning engine. “I’m fine, really. Just need a breather for a
moment or two.” A whiff of three-day-old, fermented garbage combined with
diesel fumes left her a tad lightheaded. She waved a hand over her nose. “Whew,
away from that monster.”
“Oh, okay.”
The two widows eased to a bench under one of the many
sprawling live oak trees dotting the community. Their eyes followed the
commercial dumpster as it rose in the air. The sanitation lorry’s built-in
forklift maneuvered the box up and over the cab. “Amazing how they lift and
dump, isn’t it? The dumpster must weigh several tons.”
Janie nodded. “Hydraulics, no doubt. My brother became a
mechanical engineer, you know. Explained them to me one Thanksgiving, oh, back
in 1972...”
Betsy Ann’s eyes glazed over. Janie exhibited the epitome of
a walking encyclopedia. Her mind, even though encased in seventy-two-year-old
wrinkles, still resembled a sharpened pencil lead. Her attention left her
jogging mate’s diatribe on modern mechanics and turned to the labored whir of
the metal arms grasping the garbage container. Black plastic sacks, white ones,
and various cartons tumbled into the truck’s receptacle like upturned
chocolate-covered mints into a wide open mouth. Then, something long and
blue-jean colored caught Betsy Ann’s eye. She jolted to her feet. “Oh, my word.
A leg! With an orthopedic shoe attached.”
“Dear, I thought you quit taking oxycodone for pain.” Janie
pushed a sweat-dampened silver curl off her brow.
“I’m serious. Look.” Janie’s gaze followed her friend’s
finger.
“Oh, my heavens. It is!” She jumped up as she waved her
hands over her head. “Stop. Stop.” Her words didn’t reach the city worker’s
ears over the automatic grinds and thunks.
Betsy Ann dashed in front and proceeded to slam her hands
onto the driver’s door. A middle-aged man knitted his thick black eyebrows. He
jerked the lift to stop and rolled down the window. “What?”
The community’s trash receptacle dangled at a precarious
angle. The senior citizens sputtered in unison. “Stop. There’s a body.”
The man shook his head in confusion. Betsy Ann motioned to
the back.
“A body. Get it? Dead
person.”
The man shut down the engine. “¿Muerto?”
“Yes. Uh, sí.” She
bobbed her cropped, reddish-blonde hair.
The worker crawled down from his seat and walked to the back
of the sanitation truck, which rumbled and spewed more putrid fumes. The
dumpster tilted down at a forty-five-degree angle. Suspended in time clung
numerous trash bags, pizza boxes, a broken lawn chair and...an arm?
“Blessed Mary, Mother of God.” The man crossed himself and
dug a cell phone from his back pocket. He punched in a number and began
sputtering Spanish rapid fire like a machine gun from a 1940’s film noir movie.
The two spinsters edged around to peer up into the dumpster’s contents, their
cupped palms shading their eyes from the morning sun’s rays. Janie scrunched
her mouth to one side. “If I am not mistaken, it’s Edwin Newman in there.”
“Who?” Betsy Ann swiveled her torso towards her sprinting
partner.
“You know. The old
grouch who moved down the street into the Williams’ old condo last Friday.”
“Oh, yes. The Williams transferred to the assisted living
units, didn’t they? He developed advancing Alzheimer’s and she’s recovering
from double hip replacements. Or a knee and a hip? Oh, dear, I get fuddled
sometimes about all that medical stuff. So many of us are losing body parts and
getting titanium joints...”
“Betsy Ann!” Janie hissed. “Body. Dumpster. Remember?”
“Yes. My, aren’t we testy?” She brushed her jacket with the
palm of her hand. “Why do you think those belong to... What did you say his
name was?”
“Newman. Edwin Newman. He chewed out Mildred Fletcher
because her Yorkie barked at him. Threw a coffee mug at the poor animal. Whack!
Right on the nose. It left a raw, sore spot.”
“He did?”
Janie gave her a quick nod. “Mildred must apply a special
salve on him three times a day. Says it cost her $22.95.”
“On Mr. Newman?”
Janie scoffed into her velour v-neck. “No, the Yorkie.”
Betsy Ann’s lips formed an “O.”
Janie pointed to the dumpster. “Mr. Newman’s in there all
right.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Janie bent to Betsy Ann’s ear. “I see his head.”
How can readers find
you on the Internet?
My website is www.juiebcosgrove.com.
You can preview all my books there, fiction and non-fiction as well as view
trailers.
I also have an inspirational blog, http://wheredidyoufindgodtoday.com
and write devotionals for several web-based publications including Thoughts
About God, the Life.com, Heartwings Blog, and Faith-Filled Family Magazine.
I am on Facebook: www.Facebook.com/juliebcosgrove.tx
and also on Twitter, but not as often: Twitter@JulieBCosgrove. I am delving
more and more into Pinterest.
All of my books are available on Goodreads and Amazon, and
most are on Barnes and Noble.
Thank you, Julie, for sharing this new book with us. I'm eager to read it.
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Thursday, July 28, 2016
GLASGOW GRACE - Marion Ueckermann - One Free Ebook
Dear Readers, Marion
is one of the authors I like to feature who doesn’t live in the US . The first
book of hers that I read had me hooked, so every time I hear about a new book
from her, I have to get a copy. Her foreign settings are interesting, like an
armchair travelogue. And her characters leap off the page. You won’t want to
miss this one.
Welcome back, Marion . Tell us about
your salvation experience.
I was around five years old. We had a child evangelist at
our church called Sunny Blondell (totally not sure if that’s spelled correctly)
– an elderly lady who did the most amazing flannel graph stories (anyone
remember those? Probably giving away my age now.) It was at her campaign that I
gave my heart to Jesus. I still have the little card with that famous picture
of Jesus standing at the door with a lantern, knocking. As a teenager I had my
years where I did not live the way God wanted me to, but thankfully He’s
faithful, even when I wasn’t. That’s grace.
I was seven years old
when I asked Jesus into my heart, and later, I was the flannel graph lady. You’re
planning a writing retreat where you can only have four other authors. Who
would they be and why?
There are so many I’d love to choose, but if I have to
narrow it down, and this is really hard, it would be the following people for
the following reasons:
Angela K. Couch –
one of my critique partners. At ACFW last year, I got to meet two of my
critique partners (and if I was allowed 6 on this retreat, Heidi and Janet,
you’d be in there), but unfortunately Angela couldn’t come. I’d love to meet
Angela in person because I love her writing, as well as her input into my work.
Judith Robl –
just because I love this woman. We’ve been cyber-friends for over five years
now. I got to meet her at ACFW in Dallas
but because of the busyness of the conference, we didn’t get to spend that much
time together. I’d love the opportunity to be with her again in a more relaxed
environment.
Jan Edtti Thompson
– I’ve been in several box sets with Jan. Spending time with Jan one-on-one, tapping
into her vast knowledge of Indie publishing would be WOW! Plus, I’ve never met
someone with so much energy ... perhaps some would rub off on me if we were to
spend time together (although we’d probably be Facebooking each other silly
stickers all the time, laughing, and just having fun).
Autumn Macarthur
– Another of my box set buddies who I would love the opportunity to meet in
person.
ACFW will be in Dallas (actually Grapevine, a suburb of Fort Worth ). I’ll be there. I hope you come
again. I’d love to meet you in person, too. When it was in Dallas last time, I was just recuperating
from knee-replacement surgery. I was at the hotel for a few hours one
afternoon, but I didn’t get to meet you. Do you have a speaking ministry? If
so, tell us about that.
Only a writing ministry, but who knows what God has in store
in the future...
What’s the most
exciting thing that has happened to you recently?
Ooh, there are actually two exciting things that have
happened recently. I’ve just returned from a two week holiday in Scotland which
was awesome. During our time there, I had the opportunity to visit Glasgow , where this
featured book is located. I had so hoped to get a photograph of me outside the
opera house, or on one of the bridges I speak of in the story, with a copy of
my book. Unfortunately, I only discovered when we were on the train home that
where we were in the city was rather far from my story’s location. Glasgow is a BIG place,
and we walked over 22,000 steps that day (according to our phone’s step-counter
app.)
The second exciting thing happened just before we left Scotland . I
received news from Pelican Book Publishers that my first Passport to Romance novella,
Helsinki Sunrise—Glasgow Grace is my third
in this series—is one of two novellas in the Passport to Romance series that
have been chosen by Norway-based publisher, Hermon Forlag, to be translated and
published in Norwegian. Plans are to release the novellas in both e-book and
paperback.
Wow! That is awesome.
Helsinki Sunrise is the first book of
yours that I read. I’ve wanted to have a foreign edition of one of my books,
but it hasn’t happened yet. People are always telling me that they’d like to
write a book someday. I’m sure they do to you, too. What would you tell someone
who came up to you and said that?
Good question, and in fact I had this happen to me about a
year ago. My advice was: take several months (a year if possible) and spend the
time learning the craft of writing. Only, then put pen to paper ... it’ll be so
much easier.
Tell us about Glasgow Grace.
Easiest way is with the blurb, so here it is:
Opera star, Skye Hunter, returns to the land of her birth as
leading lady in Phantom of the Opera. It’s the first time she’s been back to
bonnie Scotland since her mother whisked her away to Australia sixteen years
ago after Skye’s father died.
When Skye decides to have dinner at McGuire’s, she’s not
going there only for Mary McGuire’s Shepherd’s Pie. Her first and only love,
Callum McGuire, still plays his guitar and sings at the family-owned tavern.
Callum has never stopped loving Skye. But, desperate to know
if she’d want him if he was still a singer in a pub, he keeps his real
profession hidden from her. When Skye’s worst nightmare comes true, Callum
discloses his secret to save the woman he loves.
Can they rekindle what they had lost, or will Skye’s mother
threaten their future together once again?
Please give us the
first page of the book.
That she’d miss spending a warm Christmas and New Year with
family and friends this year mattered little to Skye Hunter. Even though she
wasn’t home, she was home. She could’ve sung an aria right there in the middle
of Glasgow International
Airport and let the myriad of holiday
travelers know exactly how she felt about being back in bonnie Scotland .
Sixteen years. A lifetime.
She caught her breath. Surely, everything would be
different. Everyone. People would’ve moved on with their lives … to other
cities, maybe even other countries as she had. Not that she’d been given a
choice in that matter. Nevertheless, her life had turned out well for the
change.
But, she wasn’t here to rekindle friendships. Pushing a
trolley laden with her baggage, she stepped outside to a gray monochrome sky.
One thing had remained the same—the weather.
Sheltered beneath the roof overhang, she hailed a taxi. She
had so missed these black London-style vehicles. Once she reached her hotel
room, she’d need to call her mother—let her know her precious cargo, marked
fragile, had arrived in one piece.
The fact that Rita Robinson hadn’t followed Skye across the
globe was a miracle. At least her stepfather’s ill--health had one upside—it
kept Mother home where she belonged. How Skye would enjoy these months of
freedom out from under her mother’s thumb.
Snowflakes fell on the taxi driver’s dark jacket as he
hopped out of the vehicle. He groaned. “Awnawsnaw.”
Amused at his protest, her lips curved. She’d forgotten how
Glaswegians lowered the pitch of their voices and strung their words together
in one sentence.
As he loaded her suitcases into the back of the vehicle, he
chatted nonstop. All unintelligible to Skye. But hearing the patter again was
good—it had been so long. Adjusting to this dialect would take time, however.
His accent made her think of her Da. She swallowed, blinking
away moistness as she brushed the snow from her coat and slid onto the back
seat. “Crowne Plaza Hotel, Congress
Road ,” she instructed as she sank against the worn
leather and stared out the window, drinking in both familiar and unfamiliar sights.
They were in the city center within minutes. The armadillo-shaped
Clyde Auditorium came into view, reminding Skye of her own Sydney Opera House
back home where she’d wooed audiences during the past year. At least that’s
what the tabloids reported.
But this was her big break into the global operatic scene. Phantom of the Opera. She had finally
arrived.
Star of the show, her name in lights. First Glasgow, then
Edinburgh. Finally, the Royal Albert Hall in London . This would be her year. It wasn’t
every day a girl got the opportunity to portray Christine Daaé and sing with
her angel of music.
She released a sigh. Once she’d had an angel of music, too.
Her mind tumbled back to another world filled with song. Callum McGuire. What
had become of him?
A smile touched her mouth as forgotten feelings filled her,
warming her like a mug of hot chocolate. She savored the sweetness they left on
her lips.
Wonderful! How can
readers find you on the Internet?
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Thank you for hosting me today on your blog, Lena .
It's always a pleasure to visit with you, Marion. I know my readers will want to get a copy of this book.
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Wednesday, July 27, 2016
VAIN EMPIRES - Brandilyn Collins - One Free Ebook
Readers, I’ve known
Brandilyn for a long time, and her books automatically go to the top of my
to-be-read pile as soon as I acquire them. You won’t want to miss any of them.
Welcome back,
Brandilyn. As an author, I know it takes a lot of people to birth each book.
Who were the people involved in the birthing of this book, and what were their
contributions?
Every July, I host an authors retreat in my home. We call it
our “Plot, Pray, and Play” retreat. There are eleven of us in total. We have
been meeting in my home since 2003. The ten wonderful gals who come are: Robin
Lee Hatcher, Gayle deSalles, Sharon Dunn, Tricia Goyer, Tamera Alexander,
Francine Rivers, Janet Ulbright, Sandy Sheppard, Karen Ball, and Sunni Jeffers.
We’re together from Thursday dinner to Monday morning. On Friday, Saturday, and
Sunday we meet in 75-minute sessions. Each author gets a session in which she
can present a book premise. Then the rest of us suggest ideas to help flesh out
the plot and characters. Due to the story’s complexity, I presented Vain
Empires to this group two years in a row. The novel would not be what
it is without some of the ideas that arose from those sessions.
I’ve just enjoyed the
pictures on Facebook from this year’s retreat. If you teach or speak. What’s
coming up on your calendar?
Next up is the ACFW Conference in Nashville , in August. I am so blessed to
serve as emcee and prayer room coordinator for this incredible conference.
And I’m sad to miss
it again this year. At least, it’ll be close to me next year. If you had to
completely start over in another place, where would you move, and why?
I can’t imagine moving away from our “paradise” home in
north Idaho .
We’re in the forest and at the lake, with incredible views and wildlife
crossing our property every day. All the glories of nature here remind me daily
of God’s creativity and love for this planet. That said, if I had to move, I’d
go not to a place in itself, but toward family. So perhaps Kentucky , where I grew up and a lot of my
family still lives.
If you could only
tell aspiring novelists one thing, what would it be?
Writing fiction is a long, hard journey, whether you’re on
the “pre” or “post” side of publishing. I find it gets harder, not easier. Make
sure you love it. Make sure it’s where God wants you. Then pray your way
through every day.
That’s so true, and
you gave excellent advice. You’ve been asked to be in charge of a celebrity
cruise. Who would you ask to take part, and why? (AS in what program, singers,
etc. [it doesn’t have to be writing related])
I’d have singers! I so love music and find it the best way
to worship. So I’d have groups like MercyMe and Casting Crowns. Plus gospel
groups. LOVE gospel music! I’d also have some classic rock groups, like Kansas .
Music is a worship
language for me, too. James and I are blessed that God is using us in other
ways at a church that has a tremendous worship ministry with lots of
songwriters who write music that is used around the world. I worship in
paradise. Tell us about the featured book.
Vain Empires lies within my Seatbelt Suspense®
brand—fast-paced, character-driven suspense with myriad twists and an
interwoven thread of faith. However, it’s different from my other Seatbelt
Suspense® novels. Instead of one main character, there are six. Chapters move
from one character’s viewpoint to another. Also, Vain Empires is what I
call a “thinking readers” novel. There’s a lot of surface plot, to be sure. And
the twists—which readers are loving—go right to the end of the book. But there
is just as much going on underneath the plot—in theme and symbolism. This novel
ultimately is a story about judgment. What would a world look like that was
only full of judgment and offered none of God’s mercy? How would the
introduction of God’s mercy into such a world change the people—if they are willing
to accept it? What can we learn about ourselves in looking at such a world?
Vain Empires is being highly reviewed on Amazon. Here are two
example quotes:
“I read this book in one day. Now I'm thinking about reading
it right away again. A first for me. It's that unique and engaging and
well-written and thought-provoking.”
“The story was riveting and kept me guessing up to the end.
It challenges the reader, too, to think about the ripple effect our actions
cause in other's lives.”
Vain Empires back cover copy:
They were stuck on this remote island, all of them.
Trapped in this show.
No way to stop whatever came next.
No way at all.
Six people arrive on a remote island—contestants in the
“reality show of the century,” Dream
Prize. The winner will be the person who learns the most facts about the
others and gains the most viewer votes. Sounds simple. But the three men and
three women soon discover nothing is as expected.
They are alone on the island. Cameras surround them, filming
twenty-four hours a day. And their challenge? Discover which of the Seven
Deadly Sins each contestant, including themselves, represents.
Turns out each person has a damning secret—one that could
ruin his or her life. Those secrets are about to be revealed on live television.
And this is only the beginning of the twists in the game.
Multilayered in plot and rich with meaning, Vain
Empires is a strong choice for book clubs. Discussion questions
included.
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Vain Empires sells for $4.99 in ebook from all online
retailers, and $14.99 in paper from Amazon. Go to the home page on my website
for all order links: www.brandilyncollins.com.
Please give us the
first page of the book.
The Prologue is exactly one page:
THE stage stood ready. Waiting for victims.
Sickly light from a bare overhead bulb filtered through the
underground room, revealing floor and walls of concrete blocks. Four gray metal
folding chairs. A square table in the center, supporting a small computer
screen. In one corner of the room sat a half-sized refrigerator, holding
bottled water and food. It emitted a low hum. In the opposite corner was a
narrow door leading to a tiny bathroom. The toilet flushed. The sink had
running water.
A nice touch. The Dream
Prize producer smiled.
Fresh air pumped into the room through a vent in the
ceiling.
On the front wall was a thick wooden door. A certain button
pushed would open and close its digital lock. Beyond the door rose eighteen
stairs, also dimly lit. They led to a second heavy door, this at ground level.
Its lock—controlled by a similar button.
In time, as one grew accustomed to the bunker’s low light,
the round outline of an area cut high in the back wall would become visible.
The hole was about three inches in diameter. What lay behind it was almost
invisible yet deadly to the dreams of those trapped inside.
Sinners, they were, intent on hatching their vain empires.
Sinners, all.
I’m eager to read
this book. Where can we find you on the Internet?
You can read more about me, and the opening chapters of all
my novels on my website, www.brandilyncollins.com.
On Facebook I’m at www.facebook.com/brandilyncollinsseatbeltsuspense.
Thank you, Brandilyn, for sharing this new book with us. It sounds amazing. I know my readers will be as eager as I am to read it.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
WHERE THERE'S SMOKE - Susan May Warren - One Free Ebook
Dear Readers, Susan
May Warren and I first got acquainted online
while her family were missionaries in Russia . I love missionaries and
have many missionary friends in other countries. We also shared a love of
writing. We met face to face at the first ACFW conference in a Kansas City hotel. I love Suzie, and I love
her writing. I’ve watched her grow from that first novel written in Russia to a
national bestseller. She loves to mentor other authors as much as I do. I’m
eager to read this new series.
Welcome back, Susan. What
genre(s) do you write and why?
I’ve been blessed to write in four major genres—Romantic
Adventure/Suspense, Thrillers, Historical Romance, and Romantic-Comedy. I love
to keep it fresh, to challenge myself as a writer and frankly, I just love
reading all these genres, so writing in them allows me to do tons of research!
If you were to choose
one superpower, what would it be?
Flying. Hands down.
Do you ever get stuck
when you’re writing a book? What do you do to get unstuck?
Yes, of course! To get unstuck, I arm myself with a few key
questions: What does my character want right now, and why? What stands in
his/her way? What is the worst thing that could happen to them right now? What
is their secret desire? Then I take these questions and call my writing
partner, Rachel Hauck, or my in-house book doctor, my son, David (who works for
me) and they can usually help me brainstorm my way out of the corner.
How great to have a
child who can share your love of writing and help you. I raised a marvelous
hairdresser, so my hair always looks good. What is your least favorite part of
writing?
Wow. I have a love/hate relationship to every part. I love
creating…but it’s exhausting. I love editing, but it’s tedious. I love
research, but I get antsy to start writing, and I love promotion, but I’m eager
to start on my next project!
If we came to your
house for dinner, what would you prepare for us?
Either homemade pizza (which I’m pretty good at), or perhaps
a crock pot pork chalupa, served over rice, with beans and lots of fresh
veggies. Or, if I’ve been writing all day, steaks on the grill, a chopped
salad.
I could eat the first one and the last one, but I can’t eat pork. They all sound yummy. What is your typical day like?
Up early, walk the dog, make coffee, have my quiet time,
read the news (I read the Daily Skimm)
then attack my email. I will then give feedback to student homework (I have an
ongoing writing course, the Online Storycrafter
Program). After that, I turn to my current writing project, whether it be
writing a class, a book on how to write or my current novel. I usually end the
day with some more email and perhaps some PR for an upcoming book. Hubs comes
home around 7, so we usually eat late. I usually take a book to bed, and read a
couple chapters before I go to sleep.
What is most
difficult for you to write? Characters, conflict, or emotions? Why?
Probably the spiritual thread. I need to get that just
right, so weaving that in correctly takes a lot thought and contemplation. It’s
the core of the story, so it can’t be tacked on—it has to start on the first
page, albeit subtly, and continue throughout the story with the right momentum
and depth. I spend the most time on this aspect of the story.
How likely are the
people you meet going to end up in your next book?
Not super likely unless you’re in a field that I’m writing
about. But, I’m always watching people. More likely to end up in a book is a
subject or big story question that I’ve read about recently.
Tell us about your
hero. Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.
My hero in Where There’s Smoke is a man named
Jed Ransom. He’s been the crew boss of a group of Hotshots for a number of
years, and just recently got asked to lead a team of Smokejumpers whose boss
(and six others) died in a terrible fire nine months prior. On this new team
that Jed must lead is the daughter of the man who died, a woman who he’s been
in love with for years. She’s a legendary smokejumper, very capable, but the
last thing Jed can do is watch her jump into danger…
Jed is a complex character. On one hand, he admires and
respects Kate—on the other, he feels like she is going to get hurt (it’s almost
inevitable), and he doesn’t want to watch that happen. So, he has a lot of
inner turmoil that comes out in how he reacts to her, not only when he first
meets her, but later, as she joins the team. He was challenging to write
because of his “two” minds—but then again, don’t we all have beliefs that seem
to contradict? I love Jed because he’s capable and a great leader and still the
guy who just wants to save the girl he loves.
Please give us the
text on the first page of your first chapter.
She’d come three thousand miles to burn to death.
“Kate, if you don’t deploy right now, you’re going to die!”
Kate Burns could hear Jed, his voice muffling around in the
back of her brain, but the roar of the fire simply had her by the throat.
Three-hundred-foot flame lengths chewing up the pristine Alaskan wilderness,
torching Fraser firs, white pines, black spruce. The blaze candled along the
tops of the birch trees, the fire storm churning up its own wind.
It felt like that hand of God, reaching out to grab her in a
paralyzing chokehold. It kept her brain from firing, from reacting to Jed’s
words.
From reaching for her shake-and-bake fire shelter, folded
and tucked in the pocket of her jump pants.
Because, what would it matter? They were in the green, a
highly combustible area, and they’d bake to death under the thin tinfoil even
if the fire didn’t scurry underneath and scorch them.
And that vivid picture had her knees buckling.
Her father would be so angry.
“Kate!”
Hands on her shoulders shook her, jerked her around. “Get
your shelter on!”
Kate got a glimpse of Jed a second before he threw her to
the ground. Face blackened, his eyes fierce, red bandanna pulled up over his
nose. And balancing hard on a makeshift crutch she’d fashioned for him only
hours before.
He looked like she felt—wrung out, broken, and on the edge
of unraveling.
Except, he wasn’t standing still, waiting for the wall of
flame to hit him. In fact, he had his shelter out, already unfurled, and now
shook it over her. She fell to the ground, an old, dry riverbed, filled with
gravel and rock, moss and brush. But, where he pushed her down, mostly sand and
dirt.
“Pin it down!
Remember your training.”
Training. Oh—the three years as a hotshot—a wildland
firefighter—and her last six weeks with the Midnight Sun Smokejumpers where,
two weeks ago, she’d passed her final exam.
Don’t die. Her training boss said it as he’d handed her the
Midnight Sun patch. Laughter. She’d grinned.
Jed landed in the dirt next to her, having apparently yanked
her shelter from her pocket. He wrestled with it in the superheated winds, his
teeth gritted as he yanked it down to the earth. Pinning it there with hands,
elbows, knees, feet.
Except, in a flash that struck her in the heart, she knew
the truth.
She might not die, but Jed Ransom didn’t have a prayer of
holding down all four corners, not to mention the edges, of his shelter. Not
with his injured leg.
Not with those bare hands.
Kate threw off her shelter and, in a second, it caught the
wind and flew—no turning back now.
“What are you doing!”
She didn’t answer him as she rolled herself under his
tinfoil, grabbing a corner, drawing it over her. She clamped down her side with
her hand, elbow, and leg.
He caught on fast. Or maybe not as much as she’d hoped,
because even as she nailed down the side with her limbs, he covered her upper
body with his, protecting her.
She felt the length of his body against her, his powerful
arms, honed from chopping through the dense forest, digging fire line with his
fire ax, aka Pulaski. For a second, her heart just stopped with the sense of
it. She’d spent the last decade wishing she might end up right here.
In Jed Ransom’s arms.
Hopefully right before he kissed her.
Except, maybe she’d omit the part where they would bake.
Jed secured the top of the shelter with his hands, the other
side with his elbow, knee, his good leg.
Then, her helmet crushed next to his, he said in his low
baritone, “Dig us a hole to breathe into.”
Outside, the fire cycloned around them, exploding through
the trees into a storm of flame, the sound of it a locomotive ready to drive
over them.
Kate started to shake as she clawed at the ground, scrubbing
away pebbles and stone, finding the cool riverbed. She widened the hole for
him, and his whiskers brushed her face as he fought to find cooler air.
“Deeper. We need to protect our faces.” He balanced his helmet
on the rim of the hole, his breath on her skin as he turned to her. “We’re
going to live, Kate, I promise.”
She longed to believe him.
The ‘shake and bake’ flapped, the fury of the fire starting
to bake them. Sweat dripped down her face, saturated her body under her
jumpsuit and turnout jacket.
And then Jed’s breathing caught. Tiny sounds, a deep groan
as the heat began to sear his skin. But she couldn’t lift her head, because
suddenly the fire washed over them, a wave of heat and flame and fury that made
her press her face to the earth.
She didn’t know who screamed first.
Wow!!! What comes
next??? Tell us about your next book and when is it being published?
The next book in the series, Playing
With Fire, came out July 5th, and the third book, Burnin’
For You, hits the shelves August 2, 2016. It’s a summer trilogy that jumpstarts
my next big novel, Wild
Montana Skies, out in October.
Where can my readers find you online.
or, on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/SusanMayWarrenFiction/
Thank you for having me!!
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Where There's Smoke: inspirational romantic suspense (Montana Fire Book 1)
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Monday, July 25, 2016
ANSWERING SARAH - Nancy Bolton - One Free Book
Welcome, Nancy . Tell us how much
of yourself you write into your characters.
All of my characters have a little bit of me, and some have
a bit more. I try to write my characters as deeply as I can, so many times I
have to really dig into myself, my experiences, and what I understand about
people in order to express the heart of the character and their conflicts and
changes. It may sound funny, but sometimes they really surprise me, too!
That doesn’t surprise
me at all. What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I don’t know if this is the quirkiest, but it’s up there
with the top ones. Here’s what I did: My first son was the first grandchild for
my parents. Oh, how they doted on him, and as soon as we showed up for a visit,
they would start towards us, hands stretched out to receive the precious baby.
I thought it was adorable. They insisted we come over every Sunday afternoon
and do our laundry there and have dinner. I don’t know what got into me, but
one time when we showed up for our weekly visit, I decided to tease them a
little. The baby was asleep in the car seat, and I wrapped a small amount of
laundry into one of my son’s blankets, cradled it in my arms and entered the
house. As my parents approached, eyes alight, hands ready to receive the baby,
I lobbed my bundle to them and said, “Here, catch.” They both shrieked and I
had the bad taste to laugh at their appalled expressions. They quickly joined
my laughter, relieved, after first giving me that parental look of disapproval.
(I hope the reader doesn’t hate me now! But it still makes me chuckle at
myself.)
When did you first
discover that you were a writer?
I think I was around nine or so, and I wrote a short school
essay about Abraham Lincoln, who I admired so much. It touched me when I wrote
it, and I never forgot that. Soon after, I wrote my first poem just for myself,
all about what the outdoors feels like after a rainstorm. I’ve loved writing
since then.
Tell us the range of
the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
Oh, goodness. Classics, fiction, non-fiction, biographies,
memoirs, pretty much anything I find worth reading. What I don’t find worth
reading are stories written for the sole purposes of being sensational,
titillating, gory or gross.
How do you keep your
sanity in our run, run, run world?
I make sure I get enough sleep, put time into my spiritual
walk and relationship with God and my family, and I don’t eat much processed
food or junk food. And I take nutritional supplements. All that helps a lot.
How do you choose
your characters’ names?
Sometimes they just pop into my mind and most of the time
they’re usually pretty common-type names for the area I live in. For one book,
I used all the names of my nieces and nephews for the characters. Often, I name
characters for people I know or have heard of. I try to stay away from names
that are too hard to figure out how to say, so the reader doesn’t get slowed
down. I know that happens to me sometimes when I read a book, and the name is
so long or odd that I end up stopping to study it and wonder if I’m saying it
right inside my head.
What is the
accomplishment that you are most proud of?
My long marriage, and our five sons, and grandchildren. They
light me up!
If you were an
animal, which one would you be, and why?
I’d be a friendly kitty, docile but spunky. I think this is
because I’ve always adored cats, and they are so sensitive and curious, two
traits I’ve been told I have in a major way!
What is your favorite
food?
Aged cheeses. Yum!
What is the problem
with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
My greatest roadblock was in the beginning phase of writing
novels. I wrote as though I were explaining the story, and had way too much
telling rather than showing. I joined ACFW, and the wonderful critiquers there
helped me immeasurably. I would not be where I am without all of them and their
patient, caring, and insightful advice.
Tell us about the
featured book.
It takes place in the 1890’s in upstate NY. The main
character is Sarah, who is coming of age, and whose family and community
survived a fire nine years earlier. The way the fire changed their family still
has an effect on Sarah, and when she falls in love with the new, young pastor,
she finds herself going through internal changes she never expected. The story
is told from her perspective as well as that of Mark, the pastor, who also goes
through unexpected changes of his own. It’s been very popular with advance
readers, and I really loved writing it.
Please give us the
first page of the book.
This page is from the prologue which begins the story on the
day of the fire when Sarah was nine.
Upstate New York
Summer, 1883
A rest in the shade was tempting, but one glance at the
sunlit road ahead changed Sarah’s mind. She bumped her elbow on her little
brother’s arm.
“Let’s play road-hop, Joe.” Now that she’d turned nine, the
time for games would end soon enough. She had to fit some in whenever she
could.
Joe made up the game last year and it fast became their
favorite. They left the cool shelter under the pines to Ma and Pa and scampered
out on the dirt road. The sun blistered the top of her head and its harsh rays
highlighted every dried grass stalk and weed in the hard-baked ruts of the
road. Dry heat shimmered up from the ground.
Sweat sprang out on her forehead. She should rest. They
still had an uphill trek to get home from their visit to friends, followed by
chores for all of them once they arrived. But she couldn’t resist having some
fun.
What a long, dry summer. She and Joe spent their free time
splashing in the creek at home, which was now a weak ribbon of its former
strength, dwindling down in the daily onslaught of heat. It had to rain soon,
Pa repeated every day, scanning the cloudless sky. Sarah was sure it would,
since Pa said so.
Joe hopped on one foot, back and forth over the wagon ruts.
A large clod of dirt crumbled into the rut along the edge of his planted foot,
challenging his balance. Joe teetered on the edge while his arms sliced the air
in erratic, frantic circles. The sight of that, coupled with his grimace and
wide eyes made Sarah chortle and point at him.
Pa chuckled. Joe scowled at Sarah, regained his balance, and
said, “Ha-ha. I didn’t fall.”
“Don’t tease each other, children.” Ma’s tone of
admonishment made Sarah quench her giggles. But he looked so funny, and when
they were alone, most of the enjoyment of the game was the teasing part while
they tried to outdo each other.
“Sorry, Ma.” Joe hopped four more times and finally lost his
balance. Both feet touched the ground while Joe huffed out an exasperated sigh.
Sarah clapped and jumped in delight. “My turn.”
How can readers find
you on the Internet?
Website Link: http://boltonnancy.com/
Author Blog Link: Group Blog
Author Facebook Link: Facebook Page
Author Twitter: On Twitter
Goodreads: Goodreads page
Thank you, Nancy, for sharing this book with us.
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Answering Sarah - paperbackAnswering Sarah - Kindle
Comments question: Have you ever had a devastating fire?
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Sunday, July 24, 2016
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Friday, July 22, 2016
A BEAUTY REFINED - Tracie Peterson - One Free Book on This Blog, Plus More
Dear Readers, I loved Tracie Peterson’s
books when we both wrote for Heartsong, way back at the beginning. Then she
became the Heartsong’s acquisition editor for the already published authors. I
met her at the first ever American Christian Fiction Writers conference, and loved
her and her husband Jim. I’ve attended two of her writers’ retreats here in Texas . And I’ve
continued to love her books.
A Beauty Refined was a story idea that came to me after
reading about the Broadwater Hotel and Natatorium in Helena , Montana .
The place isn’t there anymore, but it was designed to be this wonderful spa getaway
that they hoped would entice the royal heads of Europe .
Sadly, no one really thought about how hard it was to get to Helena Montana in
the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.
If you were planning a party with
Christian authors of contemporary fiction, what six people would you invite and
why?
Oh goodness,
that’s a really hard question. I wouldn’t want to limit it to six. I know so
many great authors Debbie Macomber, Karen Kingsbury, DiAnn Mills, Kimberley and Kayla
Woodhouse and so many more. What fun that would be and of course, you would
need to be there too, Lena .
Thank you for including me. I’d love to
be with you and those authors. Now let’s do that for a party for Christian
authors of historical fiction, what six people would you invite and why?
Again, such a
hard choice to limit to six. There are some truly amazing historical authors
out there like Judith Miller, Cathy Marie Hake, Jen Turano, Elizabeth Camden,
Liz Curtis Higgs and Bodie Thone. The list just goes on and on. I’m friends
with so many of these great ladies and we always have fun when we get together.
I know what you mean. My friendships with
you and so many other authors have enriched my life so much. Many times, people
(and other authors) think you have it made with so many books published. What
is your most difficult problem with writing at this time in your career?
I still have
trouble getting people to realize that I have a real job. Writing fiction takes
a lot of time and attention to detail—especially historicals. Sometimes people
think that just because you work from home—you’re not really working and I
often have to just turn off the phone.
A Beauty Refined is set in the early 1900’s in Helena , Montana .
The heroine is a beautiful, German woman who grew up without her mother. Her
father is a harsh man, but generally generous toward the heroine. However, he
has a bevy of secrets he’s keeping and as these begin to unravel, the heroine
finds her life threatened and only the hero can see her through. The hero is a
lapidary who cuts and refines the Yogo sapphires. He has his own secrets and
finds giving his heart and trust to be very difficult.
Please give us the first page of the novel.
Helena , Montana , June 1907
Please give us the first page of the novel.
"I'm quite
certain you will find these rooms to be to your liking, Count Von Bergen,"
a young bellman declared as he ushered the Von Bergen party into a suite of
rooms. "The Broadwater Hotel has only recently been reopened, and we've
worked hard to make it an appealing and welcoming retreat."
Phoebe Von Bergen
glanced around the large sitting area. The wood floors had been polished to
perfection. Colorful carpets, mostly Turkish or Wilton velvet, were places in strategic order
to offer beauty and comfort while complementing the dark wood beneath them. God
and blue silk velvet draperies framed wood-trimmed windows of beveled glass,
and cascaded to brush the floor. The room was decorated with expensive pieces
of cherry, mahogany, and walnut furniture, as well as statuettes and other
bric-a-brac to enrich the surroundings. The fireplace mantel held several
books, which Phoebe promised herself she'd investigate at a later time.
"The door opens
to your bedchamber," the young man announced as he opened one of the doors
in the room.
How can readers find you on the Internet?
If you love historical fiction, romance, and adventure, don't miss Tracie Peterson's A Beauty Refined. When Phoebe meets Ian, everything changes. Yet the more he gets to know her, the more he realizes that her family story is based on a lie—a lie she has no knowledge of. And Ian believes he knows the only path that will lead her to freedom.
Join Tracie in celebrating the release of A Beauty Refined by entering to win her Precious Gems giveaway (details below) and by attending her author chat party on August 9!
One grand prize winner will receive:
- One copy of A Beauty Refined
- A sapphire jewelry set
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Thank you, Tracie, for sharing this new book with us. I know my readers are eager to read it.
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