Showing posts with label Loree Lough. Show all posts
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Friday, June 30, 2017

50 HOURS - Loree Lough - One Free Book

Bio: Bestselling author Loree Lough once sang for her supper, performing across the U.S. and Canada. Now and then, she blows the dust from her 6-string to croon a tune or two, but mostly, she writes novels that have earned hundreds of industry and "Readers' Choice" awards, 4- and 5-star reviews, and 7 book-to-movie options. Her 115th book, 50 Hours, is her most personal to date. Recently released, The Man She Knew, book #1 in her “By Way of the Lighthouse” series from Harlequin Heartwarming

Welcome back, Loree. I know you speak at various conferences and meetings. What do you have coming up in 2017?
First, I’d like to thank you, Lena, for allowing me to share news about this book. Your generosity is greatly appreciated!

I’ve always enjoyed speaking at conferences and teaching at community colleges. This year, however, I’m staying close to home due to health reasons.

If you were planning a women’s retreat, what would be the theme for it?
Women these days tend to overtax themselves… 9-5 jobs in addition to church, family, household responsibilities, caring for others (aging parents, ailing friends, grandchildren, etc.), social engagements, and so on. Given that this is the case far too often, I’d love to host a retreat called “Be Still…and Know…” Guest speakers would address all the issues that crowd our calendars, and provide easy how-to information to help attendees learn that it’s acceptable—and healthy—to put themselves first once in a while.

I so agree with you. I had a season when I had to learn that we must “Be Still … and Know …” It revolutionized my walk with the Lord. Who would you want as speakers and why?
Pastors, psychologists, and authors who are skilled in the areas of time management and self-care. Their expertise would provide credible lessons to women, and (hopefully) prevent burnout.

Where would you hold the retreat and why?
Larry and I have a cabin in the Allegheny Mountains. The beauty and serene setting would allow attendees to experience, first-hand, the true meaning of R and R (rest and relaxation). And while they’re enjoying the peace and quiet, they’ll be more receptive to learning methods that strengthen their spirits and ease their souls.

It sounds wonderful. I’d want to come. Do you read print books or ebooks? Or a combination of the two?
When traveling, I prefer ebooks, since they spare me having to pack and carry extra pounds. At home, however, I’ll take “a real book” every time. The heft of a book, the sound and scent of its pages is pleasing!

That’s an interesting title. How did you come up with it?
50 HOURS started as a screenplay, written by Kevin J. O’Neill. The skeletal storyline centered around 50 hours of community service, assigned to one of the two main characters. After reading Saving Alyssa (#3 in Harlequin Heartwarming’s “A Child to Love” series), Kevin called to ask if I’d be interested in “novelizing” his screenplay. In his endorsement of the book, he writes “Loree Lough is an exceptional author, and that’s why I approached her about writing the novel for my feature film, 50 Hours. But I had no idea how wonderful her novelization would be until I read it. Loree was able to dig so deep into my characters…and create secondary characters to further flesh out the story. She unearthed and richly developed those characters and gave them three dimensional lives. I am so happy with the book!
~ Kevin J. O’Neill, writer/director/actor/producer.

So what is the book about?
Franco Allessi is a broken, lonely man who wants nothing more than to outrun the ghosts of his past. For years, he’d tried to numb the pain of his wife's death with cheap beer and whiskey. Then he's convicted of drunk driving, and judge revokes his license and orders him to serve fifty hours of community service. Franco chooses Savannah Falls Hospice for no reason other than it's walking distance from his run-down house trailer. On his first day at the center, he meets Aubrey Brewer, a woman whose time on earth is quickly ticking to a stop. Their unusual connection teaches powerful, life-changing lessons about friendship, acceptance, and the importance of appreciating that precious treasure called Life.

Wow, sounds powerful. Please give us the first page of the book.
“Do you fully comprehend why you find yourself standing before me today, Mr. Allessi?”
           
Franco stared at the toes of his shoes. “Yes, Your Honor, I do.”
           
“And do you also realize that by getting behind the wheel in an inebriated state, you put others—not just yourself—in dire jeopardy?”
           
Truth be told, he’d put himself in jeopardy long before he got behind the wheel. His whole life these days seemed like a connect-the-dots game, with each dot representing a new risk. Take last night, for example, when instead of ignoring the taunts of “Get a load of this dude’s wingtips!” by unruly bikers at the Brew and Cue, he’d started a shoving match, and paid for it with a black eye, a chipped tooth, and bruised ribs.
           
Leroy Carlisle, his court-appointed attorney, elbowed him back to attention.
           
“Yes, Your Honor,” Franco repeated. He glanced up, but only far enough to read John Malloy, Sr., Judge, Superior Court on the big wooden nameplate. “You have my word, sir, it won’t happen again.”
           
Malloy exhaled a long-suffering sigh. “Oh, if only I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that . . . .” He frowned at Franco’s file, open on his bench. “Nevertheless, you scored 0.14 on the breathalyzer. And since this isn’t your first offense, I have no choice but to suspend your license . . .”
           
Carlisle warned him this might happen. Thirty days, the bespectacled kid had said, two months at most, providing Franco looked and sounded—how had he put it?—suitably contrite.
           
“ . . . for six months.”
Six months? Six months! “With all due respect, Your Honor, I drive a tow truck. Can’t do my job without a license.”
           
Sarcasm rang out loud in the older man’s voice: “With all due respect, Mr. Allessi, you should have considered that possibility before driving under the influence.” Malloy sat back and folded liver-spotted hands over his ponderous belly. “Under other circumstances, I might have granted you permission to drive to and from work.” He looked at the man at the prosecutor’s table. “But Detective Rowe, here, says you were so out of it when he pulled you over that he considered calling an ambulance.” His slow Georgia drawl quickened a bit as he added, “I cannot in good conscience risk that next time; you might run some young mama and her carload of little ones off the road.”
           
“You have my word. There won’t be a next time.”
           
Carlisle jabbed Franco again, this time squarely on one of his sore ribs. Franco drove a hand through his hair and weighed his options: take his medicine like a good little drunkard, or deck the bony-elbowed smart aleck to his left.
           
“I could sentence you to sixty days, but since you seem suitably contrite, I’ll lessen it to time served and fifty hours of community service. Your fresh-faced young lawyer here can help you choose an appropriate facility.” He raised a bushy eyebrow and aimed his steely gaze at Carlisle. “The name of which I expect to see on my desk by this time tomorrow. Understood, counselor?”
           
Carlisle nodded as the judge banged his gavel, and the bailiff stepped up to the bench.
“Next case,” Malloy bellowed as Carlisle stuffed his pen and yellow legal pad into a floppy black briefcase. He muttered something about signatures and paperwork, then crisscrossed the bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. Franco followed like a well-trained pup, hoping he could arrange a payment schedule, because his checking account was as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.

How can readers find you on the Internet?

I hope everyone will feel free to interact with me at any of those sites! Thanks again, Lena, for sharing your blog with me!

Loree, you’re a dear friend, and I love your writing. And I'm eager to read this one. It’s a great blessing to share you and your books with my readers.

Readers, here are links to the book. By using one when you order, you help support this blog.
50 Hours 50 Hours

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

THE MAN SHE KNEW - Loree Lough - One Free Book

Welcome back. Loree. Let’s do some fun questions first. What song most closely resembles your life?
Toby Keith’s “How Do You Like Me Now!” It’s a fun, upbeat tune that give the wink-wink to those who, when I was starting out, didn’t believe “my little hobby” could become a full time career.

I do understand that. I had those people, too. Now they have taken notice, big time. Do you have a favorite Bible verse? And why is it a favorite?
My go-to verse is 1 Corinthians 10:13 – “No temptation] has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.” At several points in my distant and recent past, life sometimes threatened to become overwhelming. And each time, I only needed to read this verse to remind myself that no matter how dark life may appear at any given moment, the Father will bless me with the light that leads me to peace.

What is the one thing you wish you could go back and change in your life?
Anyone who’s over 25 (and I’m more than 2x over 25!) has a few regrets. But instead of seeing them as stumbling blocks, I look at them as stepping stones. Each time I was disappointed (or disappointed others) was a valuable life lesson that made me who I am today. That said, I wouldn’t change a thing!

I’m with you. I own all those mistakes and learned from them. What is the most important characteristic for a good friend to have?
A good friend must be loyal, above all. If I share a heartache, a secret, a bit of joy—and ask you to keep it to yourself—that’s exactly what I expect. And I’ll do the same for you. And since trust and loyalty go hand in hand, I must always feel a true friend can be trusted.

There are too many would-be friends out there. What extracurricular activities did you participate in when you were in school?
I held an assortment of odd jobs, beginning at age 14. Clocking 20+ hours a week while holding tight to an A-B average in school left no time for school-type extracurricular activities. When I could, I volunteered at church, babysitting kids while their parents attended services, or in the local hospital gift shop, delivering flowers and whatnot to patients’ rooms. In the community, you could often find me running errands or doing household and hard chores for elderly neighbors.

I can totally see you doing that, Loree. What is your favorite movie of all times?
Wow, that’s a tough one! I have a couple dozen favorites. The first that comes to mind at the moment is Secondhand Lions, an exciting, adventurous, wholesome story of the importance of family. Two other movies run a close second: Somersby and Shadowlands. Loved all three pretty much equally!

I haven’t seen the last two, but I love Secondhand Lions. Tell us about why you wrote this book.
After reading several articles and watching documentaries about the recidivism of prisoners, I grew curious; surely there were organizations that lent a helping hand to recently released convicts, to reduce the numbers that returned to penitentiaries. I’m blessed to know Linda O’Dell (Letters from the Lord) who routinely visits prisoners in her home state. She was generous with her knowledge of the system, and from conversations with her, I was able to compile a list of questions to ask the experts I interviewed (wardens, guards, psychiatrists/psychologists that work with prisoners), parole officers, half a dozen prisoners, and an equal number of family members who were forced to cope with the system before sentencing, during confinement, and after release. While it can’t be denied that some ex-cons seem incapable of changing, a large number work hard toward reformation. I wrote the book for those individuals and their families in the hope that the stigma of “having served time” could be overlooked on a case by case basis.

Please give us the first page of The Man She Knew.
“Maleah, you want to explain this?”

She placed the bowl of mashed potatoes on the dining room table. “Explain wh—”

When she saw what her brother held in his big hands, the words froze in her throat.

“Tell me you’re not still mooning over this low-life criminal!”

“Mooning.” She forced a laugh. “You’re picking up old-people talk from Grampa.”

“You can’t distract me.”

She’d made two mistakes: thinking the buffet’s silverware drawer was a good place to hide Ian’s photograph, and saying yes when Eliot offered to set the table.

“It’s no big deal.” Maleah shrugged. And there it was… Eliot’s I’m a decorated cop and I can tell when someone is lying look.

Maleah shoved a serving spoon into the potatoes. She and Eliot had gone round and round on this subject too many times to count, and she’d lost every round.

“Only one explanation makes sense. You’ve stayed in touch with him, even though whole family asked you not to, haven’t you?”

“First of all, no one asked anything.” Their relentless demands had been the primary reason she’d traded the comfort of her childhood room for a noisy, crowded dorm room at the University of Maryland. “How any times do I have to tell you I haven’t had any contact with him in…” Years had passed since she’d scrawled Leave me alone! Please! across Ian’s final letter. “Why won’t you believe me?”

He dropped the picture into the drawer and closed it, hard. “Maybe because that creep turned you into an OCD control freak. You can’t sleep with dishes in the sink. And name me one other person who alphabetizes the contents of her pantry and spice rack? Or color-codes and hangs stuff in her closet in order by length.”
Maleah didn’t bother to explain it was because she’d learned how much one mistake could alter a person’s life—and the lives of everyone close to them.

“So I like things neat and tidy. Last I checked, it isn’t against the law.”

He aimed his pointer finger at the ceiling, preparing to add to his big brother tirade, but she cut him off.

“Eliot, let’s not spoil Grampa’s birthday dinner, all right?”

“What. Ever.”
   
She knew Eliot: The subject was far from closed. Maleah could only hope he’d take her advice, and not make a scene on their grandfather’s birthday.

I’m eager to read the rest of the book. How can readers find you on the Internet?
Before I list the social networking sites, I’d like to thank you, Lena, for sharing your blog and your audience with me. You’re by far one of the most generous, big-hearted women I have the pleasure of knowing!
Facebook        --         https://www.facebook.com/LoreeLough
Twitter                        --         https://twitter.com/LoreeLoughAutho
Pinterest          --         https://www.pinterest.com/loreelough/
Instagram        --         https://www.instagram.com/loreelough13/
Website           --         http://www.loreelough.com
Blog                --         http://www.theloughdown.blogspot.com

Thank you for the kind words, Loree, and thank you for sharing this new book with us.

Readers, here are links to the book. By using one when you order, you help support this blog.
The Man She Knew (By Way of the Lighthouse) - Paperback
The Man She Knew (By Way of the Lighthouse) - Kindle

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Monday, January 12, 2015

ONCE A MARINE - Loree Lough - One Free Book

Welcome back, Loree. Do you have a favorite genre to write? If so, what is it?
First, I’d like to take a moment to thank you, Lena, for yet again sharing your blog and fans with me! I know it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: You are by far one of the most generous authors I know!

In answer to your question, I’d say contemporaries are fun to write, but I find the challenge of researching historical facts even more fun! Learning about the tools, clothing, modes of transportation, even ordinary everyday words that were used during a certain time period fascinate me. How things looked “back then,” how people grew and cooked their food, how they treated commonplace illnesses … it’s truly like stepping into another world, and I love that!

If you didn’t live in the part of the country where you do, where would you live?
From an early age, cowboys—and the cowboy way of life—have fascinated me, so I’d choose a state like Montana, the Dakotas, Colorado, or Wyoming. First choice, though, Texas, hands down, because I have so many pals there!

And we’d love for you to live near us. What foreign country would you like to visit and why?
I’d love to return to Italy and Ireland, and make a first-time visit to Scotland!

Describe what you think would be the most romantic vacation you could take.
One of our all-time favorite destinations was Alaska. Larry and I would love to go back, and this time, fly to Barrow and cross into the Arctic Circle. The weather didn’t cooperate last time we were there, so we missed seeing the Northern Lights. This time, we’d just have to stay long enough to fool persnickety ol’ Mother Nature!

Where would you like to set a story that you haven’t done yet?
Oh, Alaska, for sure! I have several series half-plotted that I’d set there, and all of them are action-adventure romances. I’d also like to take readers to the rocky shores of Nova Scotia during the early 1800s.

What is the main theme of this novel?
Trust is the driving force in Once a Marine. Both main characters carry the weight of past mistakes and heartaches into the story, and both must learn confidence in themselves before they can believe in the power of love.

Sounds wonderful. Tell us about the story.
When the story opens, Zach Marshall has just returned from active duty in Afghanistan. His past as a “rescuer” makes him susceptible to vulnerable women, so when he meets Summer, he does his best to avoid donning his knight in shining armor getup. Summer, the victim of a brutal attack, has spent 18 months healing—physically and emotionally—and comes to the realization that, like it or not, she must put her trust in a man.



Please give us the first pages of the book.
Zach waited until his folks were out of sight, then sat on the edge of Libby’s hospital bed. She looked so small and vulnerable, and he blamed the tangle of tubes and cords keeping track of her vital signs.

“Okay, they’re gone,” he said, taking her hand. “Quit faking and let me have it. All of it this time.”

“Faking?” she mumbled past swollen lips. “Who, me?”

“You’ve been awake for the past twenty minutes. You might have fooled Mom and Dad, but not me.”

Her face grew serious. “Okay, I’ll talk. But first, you have to promise me something.”

“What.”

“That you won’t put on your private investigator hat and try to find the guy. Because last thing Mom and Dad need is for you to get into trouble.”

“Whoa. Does that mean you know the guy? Is that why you think he’ll be easy to find?”

“Of course not. He snuck up on me. Took me completely by surprise. I didn’t see anything but the pavement, whooshing closer to my face.”

It wasn’t likely the cops would share what they knew, but if he could get anything out of them—

“Promise you’ll keep things to yourself, Zach, or I’m going back to sleep.”

The heart monitor beeped a little faster. “All right. Okay. Settle down, will you?” He cleared his throat. “I promise not to get in trouble.”

“Oh, you’re clever, I’ll give you that.” She gave him a look that said “I’ve got your number, pal…. But not clever enough. I want to hear you say ‘I promise not to tell Mom and Dad the rest of the story.’”

He searched his mind for a way to appease her without making the promise.

“I’ll be honest with you, partly because I need to talk about it as much as you need to hear what happened. But I can’t. I won’t. Not unless I have your word that you won’t try to play the hero again. Like I said, last thing Mom and Dad need is more stuff to worry about.”

Play the hero, again. The comment took him back to when Libby was in college, and a couple of her roommates called him when they got tangled up with some unsavory characters.

“I just couldn’t live with myself I you ended up in jail—or worse—because of me.”

She looked so small and frail, so afraid and worried that the only thing keeping him from scooping her up into a huge hug was his fear of hurting her.

“All right. Fine.” He made no effort to sound pleased, because he wasn’t. “I won’t hunt him down like the animal he is and beat the stuffin’ outta him.”

She relaxed slightly. “One more promise?”

“What now?”

“Stop looking so grim. If they come back and see you looking all serious and angry, they won’t let up until I tell them everything, too. Or worse, they’ll walk around looking all ‘poor Libby’ for who knows how long.” She gave his hand a weak squeeze. “Thank goodness I don’t have to worry you’ll do that.”

He feigned shock. “Hey. Just ‘cause I’m a Marine doesn’t mean I’m devoid of feelings, y’know.”

“It’s because you’re a big tough Marine that I can trust you to mask your feelings. You saw a lot of ugly stuff over there, but you learned how to compartmentalize it. If you feel sorry for me after…once I’ve told you everything, well, at least you’ll know how to fake it.”

Compartmentalize. Libby had chosen the right career path, all right. Too bad she couldn’t put her PhD to use, analyzing herself. Zach stifled a groan and sandwiched her hand between his.

“You’ll get no pity from me.”

Libby returned his halfhearted grin and plunged into her story. Halfway through the telling of it, the pace and volume of her words waned, and when she finished, Libby slipped into a fitful sleep.

Zach sat there, shaking his head and fighting tears. It was a relief, hearing she hadn’t been raped. Part of him wished she had known the guy. At least then, he’d have a target for his fury. But her attacker was still out there somewhere. Was he aware that Libby couldn’t identify him? Would he try to find her, and make sure she couldn’t testify against him? That possibility scared Zach almost as much as seeing the enemy churning through the Afghan dust.

His mind went into full Marine mode, looking for proactive ways to help her, to make sure nothing like this ever happened to her again.

And then it hit him.

When the docs released her from this place, he’d move into Libby’s townhouse and take care of her. While she recuperated, he’d start the wheels in motion to find a place of his own, preferably a shop of some kind with an upstairs apartment. He’d open a self-defense studio, right here in Vail. And when she was ready, Libby would be his first student.

“Let go of my hand, you goof. Your big meat hook is getting me all sweaty.”

Snickering, he did as she asked, just as their folks returned, each carrying a cardboard food tray.

“Oh good,” his mom whispered, “she’s still sleeping.”

“Sleeping?” It surprised her to see that Libby had closed her eyes. Faker, he thought, grinning. And thankfully, their mom was too busy doling out sandwiches and bags of chips to notice one corner of Libby’s mouth lift in a tiny sly grin.

It told him she’d be all right, and he had to put his back to the family to keep them from seeing his grateful tears.

How can readers find you on the Internet?
I’m in all the usual places, and I hope everyone will reach out and say hi, often!
Web site: http://www.loreelough.com

Thank you, Loree, for sharing another new book with us. I know my readers are as anxious to read this as I am.

Readers, here is a link to the book. By using it when you order, you help support this blog.
Once a Marine (Those Marshall Boys)

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Tuesday, January 06, 2015

CURRENCY OF THE HEART - Loree Lough - Two Free Book

Dear Readers, I was offered the chance to read Currency of the Heart over a month ago. Since Loree has been one of my favorite authors for several years, I jumped at the chance. It’s a real page turner. I had a hard time putting it down. Since it was during my recovery from surgery, I was able to keep my nose in the book most of the day. Her three-dimensional characters with secrets grabbed me from the first page. And the book is set in and around Denver, Colorado, in my favorite period, the late 1800s. The story reeks of authenticity, so I was soon immersed in every scene. You really don’t want to miss this one. I can hardly wait until the next book in this series comes out. It will go to the top of my to-be-read pile.

Bio: At last count, best-selling author Loree Lough had nearly 5,000,000 4- and 5-star books in circulation. Books 103 & 104 (Currency of the Heart, #1, “Secrets on Sterling Street” and Once a Marine, #1 “Those Marshall Boys”) will hit bookstore shelves this month. She loves interacting with readers on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest, and via email (and answers every letter, personally).

Welcome back, Loree. How did this book come about?
I’m always looking for fresh new ways to transport readers back in time to places that pulsed with excitement and history! And because secrets so often damage relationships, I thought … why not combine the two!

And you did it so well. Tell us about the book’s cover and what makes it unique.
With a Rocky Mountain backdrop and a cowboy herding wild mustangs, readers get a real feel for ranch life in Denver during the 1880s … and the mist sets the perfect tone, I think, for the mysterious secrets that are being closely guarded by the hero and heroine.

Please explain and differentiate between what’s fact and fiction in the book.
The historical information is all factual—including some of the walk-on characters who truly lived or passed through Denver during this period of history. The setting is factual, too: Tools, modes of transportation, how food was grown, cooked, and served. The clothing, the hymns sung during Sunday services, even the words people used in everyday conversation is the result of meticulous research.

The challenge every author of historical fiction faces is blending those facts with the story so that it doesn’t make the readers feel they’re sitting in a cold, boring lecture hall. Since the dawn of man, people have kept all manner of secrets from one another. Today, with easy access to a plethora of information about the psychology of secret-keeping, we understand secrets differently than people did in the 1880s, when people didn’t have time to sit around analyzing the whys and wherefores of others’ behavior. They also didn’t have time to sit around discussing their feelings the way we do nowadays. And yet … people haven’t really changed all that much across the centuries, so I had to motivate the characters’ reasons for harboring secrets in the first place, reasons that made sense in that time and place. And, as the secrets were slowly exposed, I needed to find ways to explain the characters’ reactions to learning the truth. It takes a lot of work and preparation, I tell you!

Don’t I know it? How much research did you have to do for this book?
I’d have to say somewhere in the neighborhood of a solid month, working 8-10 hour days, went into the research for Currency of the Heart. Maps, drawings, old books, new books, interviews with historical society people, interviews with real-life cowboys…. As I’m digging through the annals of history, I always find far more information than I could possibly fit into any one novel!

What are some of the most interesting things you found about this subject that you weren’t able to use in the story?
There were so many interesting characters who lived in the Denver area during the 1880s! I managed to squeeze just a few of them into the story—outlaws, politicians, inventors, educators, medical experts—but oh, how I wish I could have added more!

What inspired and surprised you while you were writing the book?
Without exception, my readers inspire me. They ask questions about upcoming series (settings, characters, basic storylines) that leads me to incorporate additional layers into the story. Such as the train robbery in Currency of the Heart. When one reader heard outlaws would board a train to steal the gold, he asked, “How will they get their ‘timing’ right, given the unpredictable schedules of rail travel back then?” His question is the sole reason I had the bad guys get together, several times, to practice their surprise attack. You’ll just have to read that scene to find out how they managed to synchronize their watches … and to find out whether or not they got away with the gold!

What do you hope the reader takes away from the story?
If I could list just one takeaway, I’d have to say I hope readers realize that while we all keep secrets for a variety of reasons—sometimes, for years and years!—it’s usually better for all concerned to get those things out in the open. Usually.

What is the next project you’re working on?
I just turned in Guardians of the Heart, book #2 in the “Secrets on Sterling Street” series, and am already at work, plotting book #3.

I’m also working on book #2 in Harlequin Heartwarming’s “Those Marshall Boys” contemporary series.

And, I’m plotting two additional series, both contemporary, that I hope to submit in a few weeks.

What do you do when you have to get away from the story for a while?
That’s easy! I spend time with my grandorables!

Please give us the first pages of the book for my readers.
“Will you just look at that,” Elsie said, pointing. “Who does she think she is, Lady Godiva?”

Sloan looked up in time to see Jennie Rodgers heading toward Sterling Street. There were so many things wrong with Elsie’s question, he could only shake his head. For one thing, Jennie was dressed in bright blue, from her festooned hat to her high-heeled boots. For another, her ink-black hair reminded him of the years  he’d spent with the Lakota-Sioux.

Elsie snapped her fingers, putting an end to the still-raw memory.

“Sloan Remington,” she scolded, “stop gawking at that woman!”

He didn’t like being told what to do. Didn’t like the way she’d said “that woman,” either. What had Jennie ever done to her—to anyone in Denver, for that matter—to justify their poor manners toward her? No one quirked an eyebrow when she offered to pay the new schoolteacher’s salary or fund repairs for the courthouse roof, so it seemed mighty hypocritical of them to look down their noses at the way she earned enough money to do so.

If the truth about his past ever came out, would Elsie and the others add his name to the list of citizens to avoid? Of course it would, he thought, frowning.

Elsie’s expression softened slightly. “Good thing you’re not a gambler.”

He had no time for poker, and said so.

“Better practice a poker face anyway,” she said, wagging a finger under his nose, “because that handsome face of yours is easier to read than a McGuffey Primer.”

Sloan didn’t know what she was babbling about. Even if Jennie owned a hat shop, she wouldn’t have turned his head. As for how she really earned her living, well, it seemed to him that was between her and her Maker.

Elsie peered at Jennie through the lace curtains. “Where do you suppose she’s headed?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Truth was, he had a pretty good idea. Several evenings ago, he’d seen Jennie headed in that same direction … and so had Rafe Preston.

Elsie snipped the final stitch, then used a pair of pointy tweezers to pluck it from his cheek.

“I declare, the woman doesn’t have the sense God gave a flea. What is she thinking, parading through town, alone, when it’s nearly dark!”

Well, she had him there. And the ifs began to stack up: If Jennie hadn’t gone out that night … If the sinister look on Preston’s face hadn’t prompted Sloan to follow him … If he’d been a tick quicker, he could have averted the attack without sustaining a three-inch gash to his face. It wasn’t likely Jennie knew what sort of mayhem had erupted after she’d slipped into Sterling Hall, for if she had, she wouldn’t have made the trip again tonight.

Elsie grabbed a tiny brown bottle from the shelf above the exam table. Sloan read the label—Tincture of Merthiolate—and groaned inwardly. Clenching his jaw as she poured some of the orange liquid onto a cotton ball, he waited for the sting.

“You’re lucky that ruffian didn’t put an eye out,” Elsie said, dabbing the cut.

Right again, he thought, doing his best not to wince. “Hey, take it easy, will you?”

Elsie seemed not to have heard him. “So now you’ll have a scar for the rest of your life. And for what? Defending a woman like that?”

While she bandaged the wound again, the should haves piled up: He should have waited until Elsie left the room to tell Doc Wilson, how he’d come by the gash. Should have gone straight home when she said her brother was out delivering the Petersons’ baby. Should have found a way to shut down Elsie’s anti-Jennie gossip the instant it had begun.

She opened her mouth to say more, but a thunderous rumble stopped her.

Medicine bottles clattered on metal shelves as the doctor’s wheeled stool rolled across the floor. It slammed into the glass door of the apothecary cabinet as the big pendulum clock crashed to the floor … its shattered face stopping with both hands stuck on the number six. The floorboards creaked and ground as the ground beneath them shifted, throwing Elsie off balance, and right into his arms.

“Wh-what’s going on?”
           
A second, larger tremor rolled through the clinic, followed by two more in quick succession.

“Too close and too fierce to be some fool miner trying to dynamite gold from the mountains.” Sloan knew, because he’d heard it as a boy, when his pa dragged the family from Kansas to Aurelia to find a lode. He’d pressed his wife and their boy into manning a cradle strainer, and when that hadn’t worked, he’d built a crude sluice box. But all they got was cold and wet and sick, and when May drew to a close, his pa was broke and his ma and brother were both dead.

“My guess,” he said, “it’s an earthquake.”

“Here? In Denver?”

Townsfolk had started reacting, as evidenced by the shouts and screams out on Broadway. Soon, some well-meaning citizens would barge into the clinic to check on the doc’s sister. One look at Elsie, stuck to Sloan like a second skin, was all it would take to get the gossip mill churning. And since Sloan suspected that Abe Fletcher, one of his ranch hands, was sweet on her, he couldn’t have that.

“The place is a mess,” he said, holding her at arm’s length, “but you’re all right.”

She looked around and gave a helpless little shrug.
           
“Spunky as you are, you’ll have this cleaned up before the Pattersons’ young’un comes into the world.”
           
He grabbed his hat from the hook beside the door. If the quake had caused this much damage here, how bad was it at Sterling Hall? More important, how had the women inside that house fared? He pictured Jennie, taller than most men and strong enough to handle a four-horse rig. Unless a rafter had come loose and knocked her unconscious, she was fine. The widow Sterling on the other hand, was barely bigger than a minute, and he’d made a promise to her dying husband….
           
He took a Morgan silver dollar from his pocket and put it on the exam table. “Thanks, Elsie,” he said, touching a forefinger to the brim of his Stetson. “I’ll check in later to see if you need anything.”
           
Outside, Sloan worked his way through the milling crowd, skirting around overturned barrels and stepping over fallen shop signs. If anyone were to ask where he was going in such an all-fired hurry, he didn’t know how he would answer.
           
But he knew this: He had a powerful need to make sure the widow was safe.

How can readers find you on the Internet?
I’m kind of like an echo…here, there, everywhere! LOL But in all seriousness, I hope everyone will look me up and say hello, often!

Web site: http://www.loreelough.com

Thank you, dear friend, for sharing this new book with us.

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Currency of the Heart - Christianbook.com
Currency of the Heart: Secrets on Sterling Street - Amazon
Currency Of The Heart (Secrets on Sterling Street) - Kindle



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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

CURRENCY OF THE HEART - ONCE A MARINE - Loree Lough - Two Free Books

Bio: With nearly 5,000,000 4- and 5-star books in circulation, reviewers and readers alike have called best-selling author Loree Lough "a gifted storyteller whose novels touch hearts and change lives." Her 103rd and 104th novels (Currency of the Heart, #1 in the Secrets on Sterling Stree” historical series, Whitaker; Once a Marine, #1 Those Marshall Boys contemporary series for Harlequin Heartwarming) will reach bookstore shelves in January. Loree lives near Baltimore and loves spending time at her little cabin in the Allegheny Mountains, where she delights in showing off her identify-the-critter-tracks skills. She loves interacting with readers on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest, and via email (she answers every letter, personally!)

Loree Lough: First, I’d like to thank you, Lena, for once again sharing your blog space with me! I’ve been in this business a long, long time and know a whole lot of authors, and I do believe you’re in the top three when it comes to generosity and kindness of heart!

It’s always a pleasure to have you here, and I love interacting with you on Facebook and other places, Loree. You have a lot of books out now. What is your favorite setting to use in your books?
I love historicals, and I’m particularly fond of the old west: Colorado, Texas, Montana, Idaho…. The more wild ‘n’ woolly a place was, the better backdrop it is for the characters!

What do you look for when you’re shopping for a book to buy for yourself?
I’ll read just about anything, from cereal boxes to calendar squares! But when I sit down to relax with a book, I like reading things that are nothing like the stuff I write. So believe it or not I turn to Dean Koontz, John Grisham, James Rollins, and naturally, the old classics.

Give us a little tour of the setting for this book.
Well, there are two coming out on almost the same day in January: Once a Marine takes place mostly in Vail, Colorado, but the characters spend quite a bit of time at the Double M Ranch on the outskirts of Denver.

Currency of the Heart also has a Denver setting, but the year is 1883.

I was privileged to read Currency of the Heart. I love this book—the characters grabbed me from the first page and didn’t let me go until long after I finished the book. And since I’m familiar with that area of Colorado (I’m actually writing a book set not far from Denver in a similar time period), I loved the authenticity of the setting. Dear readers, you won’t want to miss this one by Loree.

Loree, what other books do you have coming out soon?
Funny you should ask! This interview allowed me to take a break from the second books in each of those series, which (God willing!), will release in June of 2015. I’ve sketched out the plot outline, characters, settings, and conflicts for the third books in each series, too, so stay tuned!

Please give us a glimpse inside your home.
Larry and I live in a modest house in a normal neighborhood just outside Baltimore, Maryland. I cook at least two meals a day in a tiny galley kitchen…and I love everything about it. When I’m not cooking (or chowing down!), Larry and I enjoy reading or watching TV in the family room, or chatting as we watch the dancing flames inside the woodstove. There’s a big bright sun porch out back, and it’s the first place the grandorables go when they arrive on too-rainy or too-cold days, because it’s the next best thing to being outside. When the weather is good, that’s where you’ll find them. (But you’ll have to look up, because as often as not, they’re perched on a tree limb!) We keep the dining room table opened all the way up, which saves us rearranging things every Sunday when the kids and grandorables join us for dinner. On major holidays, we enjoy sit-down dinners, and that table (extended by three long folding tables) holds food and eating utensils for up to 40 people. It’s the only time I allow shouting in the house, because asking someone to pass the gravy in an “inside voice” just wouldn’t get the job done! I have a terrific office, adjacent to the laundry room. There are plusses and minuses to that. Mostly perks: Being so close to the dryer means I almost never have to iron!

Is this novel part of a series or a stand-alone book?
Both books are part of a series: Currency of the Heart (Secrets on Sterling Street) is a 3-book historical series, and Once a Marine (Those Marshall Boys) is part of a 3-book contemporary series.

Tell us about the story.
Once a Marine (#1 in the “Those Marshall Boys” series for Harlequin Heartwarming) is the story of a war-weary Marine who comes home to Denver without firm plans for his future. When his younger sister becomes the victim of violent crime in Vail, he puts his self-defense skill to use, and opens a self-defense studio to teach her and women like her how to prevent such attacks. Enter Summer Lane, whose hippy-dippy actor parents were off filming a movie when she was attacked. After multiple surgeries and physical therapy, she buys a townhouse in Vail…and pretty much becomes a hermit. If not for her teenage neighbor, Alex, who runs her errands and fetches her mail, Summer wouldn’t have known about Zach Marshall’s studio. She takes a leap of faith, signs up for classes…and both she and Zach hope for the best….

The other novel is Currency of the Heart (#1 of the “Secrets on Sterling Street” series for Whitaker Denver, 1883, and socialite Shaina Sterling hates that she’s living a lie. Soon after the shocking death of her husband, she discovers just how deep in debt he left her. So, to protect his legacy, her own reputation, and the stately home at Sterling Hall, Shaina sells off valuable possessions, one item at a time…and prays her wealthy Denver friends won’t find out. But she isn’t fooling successful rancher and businessman, Sloan Remington. He knows far more about her than she realizes. Because of a promise made as her husband lay dying, he guards her secrets as carefully as he looks after Shaina’s safety and well-being. Then, tragedy strikes, and makes her beholden to him…and threatens to expose a dark secret he’s been hiding most of his life. Will trial and tragedy bring these two closer together…or drive them apart, forever?
House). Set in

Please give us the first page of the book.
From Once a Marine:
Zach’s dad hadn’t said a word since hearing the “Your daughter has been rushed to the hospital” from the Vail, Colorado police department.

Halfway into the two-hour drive, his dad said “Keep your eye on the speedometer, son. Last thing we need is to lose half an hour while some state trooper writes us a ticket.”

Under normal circumstances, he might have shot back with a joke, reminding his Dad that he’d just returned from his third tour in Afghanistan. But there was nothing normal about the situation, and this was no time for jokes. 

“You okay up there?” his mom asked.
           
No, he wasn’t. But admitting it would only add to her stress.
           
“I’m fine.” He glanced into the rearview mirror and met her gaze. “How ‘bout you? Holding up okay?”

She sighed heavily. “I’ll feel better when I see her.”

Yeah, he could identify with that. Hopefully, his sister’s condition wouldn’t be anywhere near as bad as what his imagination had cooked up: Libby, broken and battered. Libby, unconscious. Libby, connected to tubes and monitors.
           
Zach shook off the ugly images and focused on the dark highway…and his dad’s white-knuckled grip on the grab-handle above the car door.

And Currency of the Heart:
Elsie grabbed a tiny brown bottle from the shelf above the exam table. Sloan read the label—Tincture of Merthiolate—and groaned inwardly. Jaws clenched as she poured some onto a cotton ball, he waited for the sting.

“You’re lucky that ruffian didn’t put your eye out,” Elsie said, dabbing the orange liquid to the cut.

Right again, he thought, doing his best not to wince. “Hey, take it easy, will you?”

Elsie seemed not to have heard him. “So now you’ll have a scar for the rest of your life. And for what? To defend a woman like that?”

While she re-bandaged the wound, the should haves piled up: He should have waited until Elsie left the room to tell Doc Wilson what happened that night. Should have gone straight home five minutes ago, when she said her brother was out, delivering the Patterson’s third child. Should have found a way to shut down Elsie’s anti-Jennie gossip the instant it began.

She opened her mouth to say more, but a thunderous rumble stopped her.

Medicine bottles clattered on metal shelves as the doctor’s wheeled stool rolled across the floor. It slammed into the apothecary cabinet’s glass door as the big pendulum clock crashed to the floor, a shattered face stopping both hands on the number 6. The floorboards creaked and groaned as the ground beneath them shifted, throwing Elsie off balance, and right into his arms.

“Wh-what…what’s going on?”

A second, larger tremor rolled through the clinic, then two more in quick succession.
           
“Too close and too fierce to be some fool miner, trying to dynamite gold from the mountains.” He knew, because he’d heard it as a boy, when his pa dragged the family from Kansas to Aurelia to find a lode. He pressed his wife and twin sons into manning a cradle strainer, and when that didn’t work, he built a crude sluice box. But all they got was cold and wet and sick, and as May drew to a close, his ma and brother were dead.
           
“My guess is, it’s an earthquake.”
           
“Here? In Denver?”

How can readers find you on the Internet?
I’m in all the usual places, and I hope everyone will visit, often:

Again, thank you, Lena! You’re the best!

And thank you, Loree, for sharing these new books with us today.

Readers, here are purchase links to the books. By using one when you order, you help support this blog.
Once a Marine:
Once a Marine (Those Marshall Boys)
Currency of the Heart:
Currency of the Heart (Secrets on Sterling Street V1)

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Friday, December 16, 2011

HONOR REDEEMED - Loree Lough - Free Book


Author Bio, Loree Lough

With more than 3,000,000 books in circulation, best-selling author Loree Lough's titles have earned numerous 4- and 5-star reviews and dozens of industry awards. She splits her time between a humble home in Baltimore and a teeny cabin in the Alleghenies (where she loves to show off her "Identify the Critter Tracks" skills). Loree has more than 80 books in print, including reader favorites like From Ashes to Honor and Honor Redeemed. Her next release, Love Finds You in Folly Beach, South Carolina is in bookstores now. She loves to hear from readers and answers every letter, personally. Visit her at Facebook, Twitter, Shoutlife, and www.loreelough.com !

Welcome, Loree.


First, thanks again, Lena, for sharing your blog space with me! Of all the writers I know, you have the biggest and most generous heart. No wonder God has blessed you with so many friends!

It's a great pleasure to host all these authors, especially the one's who have become good friends, as you have. Do you have a favorite genre to write? If so, what is it?
Hmm…I'd have to say it's faith-based fiction of the historical kind. I love going back in time, to places where chivalry wasn't just a word…and neither was faith.

If you didn’t live in the part of the country where you do, where would you live?
That's easy: I'd live in my dad's neighborhood, instead of 750 miles away! Mom died this past August, and although he's adjusting as well as anyone could expect, he misses her a lot. Dad retired from his job with the VA decades ago, and they did everything together, so I know it's hard going through every day, alone. He's relatively healthy for an 85 year old guy, but his health is fragile (you may remember me asking you to pray for him a few years ago, when he was diagnosed with colon cancer). If I lived closer, I could share his care with my wonderful sister.

What foreign country would you like to visit and why?
Northern Ireland, so I could hop the ferry and cross into Scotland, because the people in both countries have hearts that are as beautiful as their accents and the places they call home!

Describe what you think would be the most romantic vacation you could take.
Larry and I have been blessed with a few glorious vacations. For example, business put him in Italy some years back, and I got to tag along. Being half Italian, the trip was amazing on multiple levels. (But seriously, how many women get to say they turned 40 in a sidewalk café in Rome, where a handsome waiter—holding a candlelit cupcake—sang "Happy Birthday" in Italian!) This year, God willing, we'll head for Denali and, if the weather allows, a side trip to Barrow (so I can say we cuddled at the Arctic Circle)!

Where would you like to set a story that you haven’t done yet?
Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia. It's beautiful, rugged, quaint and overflowing with historic legend and lore!

What is the main theme of this novel?
Like its predecessor in the First Responders series (From Ashes to Honor), this story  centers around the haunting emotional echoes that shadow individuals who were directly involved in the 9/11 tragedy. Honor Mackenzie, the heroine Honor Redeemed, is struggling with issues from her past—dark secrets that impact her actions and reactions—and the people with whom she interacts. Once her past is exposed to the hero, Matt Phillips, the "domino theory" takes over as they grapple with forgiveness, acceptance, and faith that God will lead them where they need to go.

Tell us about the story.
Honor Mackenzie works as hard at guarding the dark secrets of her past as she does at training search and rescue (SAR) dogs. As for Pulitzer-winning reporter Matt Phillips, not even his former SAR work is as important as sheltering his motherless twin sons.

Then a jumbo jet crashes onto a busy Baltimore highway during rush hour, and puts them face to face at the grisly scene, and they're forced to reconsider their long-standing fear of romantic entanglements. In fact, Matt is still struggling with questions about Honor's past when he learns that she disappeared during a rescue effort.

He leads the search team, desperate to find Honor before a blizzard moves in. But even if he's successful…can they find their way back to each other?

Please give us the first page of the book.

02:00
November 1
Patapsco State Park near Baltimore, Maryland

Honor Mackenzie shivered, and not just because the temperature had dipped to near-freezing. The far-off wail of a coyote harmonized with the moaning wind, and the creak of leafless trees only intensified the ghostly atmosphere.

Crisscrossing beams of high-powered flashlights sliced through the sleety black haze and shimmered from the river's surface; the Patapsco seemed alive tonight, pulsing and undulating like a giant, turbid snake. From deep in the woods, Honor felt the cagey stares of a thousand unblinking eyes, and shivered again as she panned a wide arc. The crash had probably sent most critters scurrying…but that's what she'd told herself the night a feral dog bulleted from the underbrush, teeth bared, snarling and—

"Is it just me," Elton huffed, jogging up beside her, "or do I smell gas?"

She jumped, then jumped again to make the first one like an attempt to maneuver around a tree root. "Maybe what you smell is that swill you swallow to take off the chill." Elton was a good guy, but got way too much pleasure out of scaring her out of her shoes.

A puckish grin warned her to brace herself for a biting come-back, but before he could, a frantic baritone blasted through the fog: "Over here!"

"Sending up a flare," hollered another.

Most of the Boeing 747 that plummeted from the mid-November sky during rush hour had landed square in the middle of I-95. The cups shut down all lanes in both directions to enable medevac copters to airlift passengers of the airliner—and those in the vehicles it had crushed—to Baltimore's shock trauma. And because eyewitnesses had reported seeing fiery bits of the plane falling due north of the explosion, her search and rescue team was sent into Patapsco State Park. Honor's unit included a couple of young guys just returning from Texas, where they'd earned Wilderness Certifications. Like thoroughbreds at the gate, both chomped at the bit to prove they could keep up with more experienced personnel. With any luck, they hadn't yet heard the rumors about her past, and wouldn't waste valuable time pummeling her with the usual acerbic questions.

How can readers find you on the Internet?
Most readers find (and write to) me via my web site, http://www.loreelough.com.
I'm also at Facebook, Twitter, and Shoutlife, and try to add to my blog every few weeks, http://theloughdown.blogspot.com, and my monthly column, "Loree's Loughdown" can be found at Christian Fiction Online Magazine.

I love hearing from readers, and answer every letter, personally!

Thanks again, Lena, for giving me this opportunity to share Honor Redeemed with your blog visitors!

I love talking with you every chance we get, Loree.

Readers, here's a link to the book. By using it when you order, you help support this blog.
Honor Redeemed


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