CAROUSEL DREAMS - Teresa Ives Lilly (and other authors) - One Free Book

Welcome back, Teresa. God has really been moving in your writing life. What do you see on the horizon?

 

I’m very excited first of all to have had my greatest writing prayer answered by God which was to be included in a collection by Barbour Books. I hope to continue writing for Barbour and outside of traditional publishing, I am currently involved in writing in over ten series, all of which are Sweet Clean books and mine will be faith filled.

 

 Tell us a little about your family.

 My husband and I live in Texas.  I have three grown children who I love to have live fairly close to me and I also work part time at my son’s oil change for fun and to be near him.   (You should see the strange looks I get from some customers who wonder what this grey-haired woman is doing putting air into their tires.)

 

Has your writing changed your reading habits? If so, how?

Honestly, I struggle to read because I only write between 9pm and midnight which is also the only free time I have for reading. I reread all of Grace Livingston Hills 100 books every three years though.

           

I had a fairly large collection of Grace Livingston Hills books that I had read. When a friend who loved to read had their house burn down, I gave the collection to them for her and her daughters to read. What are you working on right now?

Currently I am writing The Christmas Inheritance, a book in the Billionaires and Debutantes series. That will be followed by a variety of novella length books in several wonderful series.

                       

What outside interests do you have?

I love to garage sale, thrift store shop, and I currently do 300-piece puzzles while watching old Western movies with my hubby in the evenings. I buy and sell used puzzles just for fun because I love to wheel and deal.

 

How do you choose your settings for each book?

Many of my books take place in fictional towns that I can have fun creating. If I like a town, I’ve created I often return to it in another book.

 

If you could spend an evening with one historical person, who would it be and why?

Laura Ingalls Wilder. I’d love to go back and live a week of her life to see what it was like in reality, as compared to her books.

 

What is the one thing you wish you had known before you started writing novels?

How to trust an editor. I’ve learned so much by allowing my work to be edited.

 

What new lessons is the Lord teaching you right now?

To be brave in a scary world. To speak up and share His goodness with people through my writing as well as in person. While at the oil change, I have an opportunity to ask customers if they need prayer. I’ve been able to pray for many people.

 

That's wonderful. What are the three best things you can tell other authors to do to be successful?

Get and Editor and learn from them.  Consider writing in a series with other successful authors. Get organized and utilize a website, amazon author central, Bookbub, and Goodreads.

 

Tell us about the featured book.

Carousel Dreams was actually my idea. I researched old Carousels and suggested the four different carousels that are represented in the book. And was pleased to have the idea accepted. My carousel is found in Conneaut Lake Park.  I happened to have met my husband in Conneaut, Ohio, so it was interesting to find out more about the area.

Please give us the first page of the book.

Proverbs 12:22 The LORD detests lying lips, but He delights in those who tell the truth. (NLT)

“Ouch! My ankle,” Tamara Brand fumed and stared at the tall, ginger-blonde-haired man hovering over her. From her seated position on the hard pier bench, the man seemed almost a giant. Even if he did have gorgeous blue eyes, which dared to compete with the open sky, she wasn’t about to smile at his gracious apology.

If I ever meet the owners of Bessmer and Lake Erie Railroad, I will be sure to give them a piece of my mind….

“I’m sorry I was so clumsy, Miss. I never meant to hit you with the suitcase.” The man waved a newspaper back and forth over her. “Please don’t try to stand up. You might collapse.”

It was difficult not to faint from the pain, which wrapped around her ankle, but her irritation with the ridiculous situation agitated her even more. She sat up straight and waved away his impromptu made fan.

“Please stop waving that paper! I never collapse or faint.” Her words came out through clenched teeth.

The man tucked the newspaper into his pants pocket and lifted his flat cap, which Tamara had seen only last week in the latest Ladies’ Home Journal referred to as a Newsboy, off his head and allowed unruly curls to spring loose. He wiped his arm across his forehead to erase the bead of sweat from his brow.

“I’m sure you need a doctor. This suitcase hit you pretty hard.”

Tamara wished she could lift anything to give herself some relief from the July sun, but the unbreathable petticoat under her silly silk dress clung to her legs. She instantly regretted allowing Thelma to convince her she must arrive at Exposition Park Resort wearing this monstrosity. Tamara grasped the railing, which protected her from falling into the cool waters of Conneaut Lake, and pulled herself into a standing position, a short gasp of pain escaping her thin lips.

 

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard  Goodreads

 

Thank you for sharing this collection with my blog readers and me.

 

Readers, here are links to the book.

Carousel Dreams - Christianbook.com

Carousel Dreams: 4 Historical Stories - Amazon Paperback 

Carousel Dreams: 4 Historical Stories - Kindle

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CUP 'N CAKE - Teresa Ives Lilly - One Free Ebook

Bio: Teresa Ives Lilly is A Christian author of 15 novels and novellas, 200 unit studies, and many articles. She lives in Texas. 

Welcome back, Teresa. God has really been moving in your writing life. What do you see on the horizon?

He has opened the door for me to work with three different groups of lovely women writers who have helped and inspired me. I see filling the upcoming year with writing at least five more novellas.

Tell us a little about your family.

I am married and have three grown children. I have one grandson whom I watch every week and sometimes after nap he will play in the playpen and let me write for half an hour.

Has your writing changed your reading habits? If so, how?

Yes, I used to love to read long historical Christian novels, but now I find I like to read other novellas, which is also what I write.

What are you working on right now?

A Harvey Girl Novella

I love Harvey Girl stories. What outside interests do you have?

I line dance and visit bed and breakfasts when I get a chance.

How do you choose your settings for each book?

I tend to write about stories set in small towns that come from my own imagination.

If you could spend an evening with one historical person, who would it be and why?

I’d love to sit with Laura Ingals Wilder for a night and discuss life or with Grace Livingston Hill and discuss the Lord.

At one time, I read almost all Grace Livingston Hill’s novels. What is the one thing you wish you had known before you started writing novels?

Not to be afraid to join a critique group. When I finally did this my writing improved.

What new lessons is the Lord teaching you right now?

To trust Him in my writing and selling of books and to tithe even on book money.

What are the three best things you can tell other authors to do to be successful?

Join a critique group, accept their ideas and don’t just sell a book to a publishing house unless God gives you a clear okay.

Tell us about the featured book.

Cup ’n Cake was written because I visited Maine and wanted to capture the atmosphere. The story is a light, fun Christmas romance and contemporary.

Please give us the first page of the book.

Bundled in her winter coat, gloves, and scarf, Penny Trent stood in the square of the Harbor Inn Courtyard and watched as soft flakes of snow drifted from the sky and gently landed on the already cleared sidewalks that ran around the square of quaint stores. She sighed with contentment. Morning was her favorite time of day.

The first day of December and all the specialty shops were already brightly decorated for Christmas. The town’s theme this year was Silver Bells, and each window display boasted a variety of bells, silver tinsel, and white icicle lights. She’d decorated her window with a three tiered wedding cake decked out with silver snowflakes.

Penny shielded her eyes with her hand and turned away from the shops to the open side of the square that over looked the ocean. She scanned the horizon. The coast of Maine was a beautiful sight on this lovely winter day with its many nooks, crannies, and crags. She could see the Old Harbor Lighthouse in the distance.

There had been only one cold day since Thanksgiving and the water along the coast wasn’t frozen, but she imagined it was bitter cold. Only a few early morning combers walked along the beach just steps away from the courtyard. The sand was untouched, except by gulls that ran to-and-fro, searching for breakfast.

Penny inhaled the fresh, frigid air. To hear the gentle lapping ocean waves is the epitome of the good life.

Even though she’d suffered the past few weeks, she was still able to close her eyes and lift her face as her heart sang out, This is the most pleasant place on earth. I’m so blessed that my aunt left it to me as my inheritance.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A smooth masculine voice at her elbow broke into her thoughts. She turned, surprised to see a tall, muscular stranger standing behind. She took a step back.

The stranger smiled. As if struck by a ray of sunshine, the brilliance of his grin flashed at her.

She took in a gulp of air.

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Are you Penny Trent?”

Penny studied the man in silence. Regardless of the ugly Christmas sweater he wore, this was the man of her dreams. He stood within touching distance. Tall, brown wavy hair, blue eyes the color of a summer sky, and all housed in a perfectly muscular body. She was tempted to reach out and poke him to see if he were real.

The man cleared his throat.

Penny’s gaze shot up, her cheeks flushed. She noted the crinkles next to his eyes. A sure sign he had read her thoughts and was laughing at her. She stood a bit more erect.

“Yes, I’m Penny Trent.”

To her surprise, the man reached out, grabbed her hand and pumped it up and down. “Great, great. I’m Kyle. Granny told me I would find you here.”

Penny tilted her head and stared at the man, wondering how it would feel to brush back the curls that fell across his cheek. “And just who is Granny?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m the only one who calls her Granny. She doesn’t like anyone to know she’s a grandmother. Said it made her feel old, but secretly, she loves being my grandmother.”

Penny continued to stare at him, trying to make sense from his words. Ugh, too good to be true. There goes the man of my dreams. It’s a shame he’s slightly touched in the head and can’t seem to answer a simple question.

“Excuse me, Kyle? You did say your name is Kyle?”

The man nodded.

“I still have no idea who Granny is. I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are, and I really do have to open my shop.” Penny took a step back then turned to go.

The man moved in front of her and blocked her path. “No, wait. Granny told me I’d probably fudge my introduction. I usually do.” He gave a rueful grin. “But give me a chance, I get better and I happen to know you don’t open Cake Time for another half hour. You usually get a cup of coffee first.”

Penny shook her head. She was surprised the man knew her morning routine, but it was also obvious he wasn’t going to make any sense. Slightly nervous and irritated, her eyes scanned the area. Where are the local rent-a-cops who usually worked this area or even another shop owner? It was still too early for any of them to be about. Unlike Penny, who lived above her cake shop, the owners of the closest shops; Just a Cup, Blue Willow Antiques, Turn the Page Book Shop and By the Sea Gifts, commuted from the city.

Penny began to back up. Grandson or not, this man didn’t seem stable. She quickly turned and hurried toward her shop, hoping the man would take the hint. She was not interested in speaking to him.

The stranger fell into step beside her.

“Yup, I messed up. I’ve gone and gotten you all confused, so let me start again. My grandmother is known to all of you shop owners as Helen.”

Penny’s head shot around. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. Helen was the owner of the coffee shop called Just a Cup, well known for great coffee and Helen’s famous recipe for lemon coffee cake. Kyle had Penny’s full attention.

“Ah, now I’m doing better. You see, my grandmother, err… I mean Helen, is in the hospital…”

“What? I just saw her the day before Thanksgiving. What happened? Is she hurt, sick? What hospital?”

Kyle held up a hand. “Whoa! Wait a minute. I don’t want to get everything all turned around again.”

Penny held her breath, waiting impatiently.

“Granny fell down the stairs in her house on Thanksgiving day. She is in the city hospital and is doing alright. She broke her hip and they did surgery, but she also broke a rib and has a slight concussion.”

“Oh, no!” Penny gasped. “She told me she was going to take off the week between Thanksgiving and December, so I never even thought to worry about her. I’m so sorry this has happened. I’ll visit her later today if you think they will allow me to see her.”

He shook his head. “Probably not. I was only allowed to speak to her for a few minutes. Perhaps a couple days from now, we can drive into the city together. I have a great old truck, with spare chains in the back, just in case we get stuck in a blizzard.”

The image of snuggling up beside the handsome, dark haired man in a truck flashed through Penny’s mind, but she quickly pushed it away. This was not the time to daydream about a total stranger; especially one who seemed to live in a constant state of confusion.

Penny shook her head sympathetically and gave the man a quick appraisal. There was a small resemblance to Helen. “Please keep me posted. I want to see her as soon as possible. She’s been such a good friend.”

“Yes, she told me.”

Penny frowned. “What about her shop? Will it stay closed while she is in the hospital? It’s a pity, with the Christmas rush almost here. There are more and more tourists every day, and by December tenth, the square will be packed during business hours. Evenings too. Can she afford to lose that much income?”

Kyle slapped his chest. “That’s why I’m here. I promised Granny I would run things for a few days.” He raked a hand through his hair and mumbled, “Haven’t worked in the shop since I was sixteen.”

“You worked in the coffee shop?”

“Yep. I used to spend the summers with Granny. I grew up in California, but I loved being here in Maine with Granny.”

“She never mentioned you.” It was strange that she had known Helen for nearly three years and her friend never mentioned a grandson.

Kyle smiled mischievously. “I don’t doubt it. When I turned seventeen, I told my parents I was too old to be sent off to Maine for the summer. Granny wasn’t happy about it and she told me she was striking my name off the Good Grind List.”

How can readers find you on the Internet?

www.teresalilly.com is my blog, Teresa Ives Lilly Author is my Facebook page.

Thank you, Teresa, for sharing this book with us.

Readers, leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws.

The only notification you’ll receive is the winner post on this blog. So be sure to check back a week from Saturday to see if you won. You will have 4 weeks from the posting of the winners to claim your book.

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LOVE FOUND AT HARBOR INN, MAINE - Teresa Ives Lilly - One Free Book

Welcome, Teresa. God has really been moving in your writing life. What do you see on the horizon?

He has opened the door for me to work with three different groups of lovely women writers who have helped and inspired me. I see filling the upcoming year with writing at least five more novellas.

Tell us a little about your family.

I am married and have three grown children. I have one grandson whom I watch every week and sometimes after nap he will play in the playpen and let me write for half an hour.

Has your writing changed your reading habits? If so, how?

Yes, I used to love to read long historical Christian novels, but now I find I like to read other novellas, which is also what I write.

What are you working on right now?

A Harvey Girl Novella

I love Harvey Girl stories. What outside interests do you have?

I line dance and visit bed and breakfasts when I get a chance.

How do you choose your settings for each book?

I tend to write about stories set in small towns that come from my own imagination.

If you could spend an evening with one historical person, who would it be and why?

I’d love to sit with Laura Ingals Wilder for a night and discuss life or with Grace Livingston Hill and discuss the Lord.

What is the one thing you wish you had known before you started writing novels?

Not to be afraid to join a critique group. When I finally did this my writing improved.

What new lessons is the Lord teaching you right now?

To trust Him in my writing and selling of books and to tithe even on book money.

What are the three best things you can tell other authors to do to be successful?

Join a critique group, accept their ideas and don’t just sell a book to a publishing house unless God gives you a clear okay.

Tell us about the featured book.

Love Found at Harbor Inn, Maine was written because I visited Maine and wanted to capture the atmosphere. The story is a light, fun Christmas romance and contemporary.

Please give us the first page of the book.

Bundled in her winter coat, gloves, and scarf, Penny Trent stood in the square of the Harbor Inn Courtyard and watched as soft flakes of snow drifted from the sky and gently landed on the already cleared sidewalks that ran around the square of quaint stores. She sighed with contentment. Morning was her favorite time of day.

The first day of December and all the specialty shops were already brightly decorated for Christmas. The town’s theme this year was Silver Bells, and each window display boasted a variety of bells, silver tinsel, and white icicle lights. She’d decorated her window with a three tiered wedding cake decked out with silver snowflakes.

Penny shielded her eyes with her hand and turned away from the shops to the open side of the square that overlooked the ocean. She scanned the horizon. The coast of Maine was a beautiful sight on this lovely winter day with its many nooks, crannies, and crags. She could see the Old Harbor Lighthouse in the distance.

There had been only one cold day since Thanksgiving and the water along the coast wasn’t frozen, but she imagined it was bitter cold. Only a few early morning combers walked along the beach just steps away from the courtyard. The sand was untouched, except by gulls that ran to-and-fro, searching for breakfast.

Penny inhaled the fresh, frigid air. To hear the gentle lapping ocean waves was the epitome of the good life.

Even though she’d suffered the past few weeks, she was still able to close her eyes and lift her face as her heart sang out, This is the most pleasant place on earth. I’m so blessed that my aunt left it to me as my inheritance.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A smooth masculine voice at her elbow broke into her thoughts. She turned, surprised to see a tall, muscular stranger standing behind. She took a step back.

The stranger smiled. As if struck by a ray of sunshine, the brilliance of his grin flashed at her. She took in a gulp of air.

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Are you Penny Trent?”

Penny studied the man in silence. Regardless of the ugly Christmas sweater he wore, this was the man of her dreams. He stood within touching distance. Tall, brown wavy hair, blue eyes the color of a summer sky, and all housed in a perfectly muscular body. She was tempted to reach out and poke him to see if he were real.

The man cleared his throat.

Penny’s gaze shot up, her cheeks flushed. She noted the crinkles next to his eyes. A sure sign he had read her thoughts and was laughing at her. She stood a bit more erect.

 “Yes, I’m Penny Trent.”

To her surprise, the man reached out, grabbed her hand and pumped it up and down. “Great, great. I’m Kyle. Granny told me I would find you here.”

Penny tilted her head and stared at the man, wondering how it would feel to brush back the curls that fell across his cheek. “And just who is Granny?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m the only one who calls her Granny. She doesn’t like anyone to know she’s a grandmother. Said it made her feel old, but secretly, she loves being my grandmother.”

Penny continued to stare at him, trying to make sense from his words. Ugh, too good to be true. There goes the man of my dreams. It’s a shame he’s slightly touched in the head and can’t seem to answer a simple question.

“Excuse me, Kyle? You did say your name is Kyle?”

The man nodded.

“I still have no idea who Granny is. I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are, and I really do have to open my shop.” Penny took a step back then turned to go.

The man moved in front of her and blocked her path. “No, wait. Granny told me I’d probably fudge my introduction. I usually do.” He gave a rueful grin. “But give me a chance, I get better and I happen to know you don’t open Cake Time for another half hour. You usually get a cup of coffee first.”

Penny shook her head. She was surprised the man knew her morning routine, but it was also obvious he wasn’t going to make any sense. Slightly nervous and irritated, her eyes scanned the area. Where are the local rent-a-cops who usually worked this area or even another shop owner? It was still too early for any of them to be about. Unlike Penny, who lived above her cake shop, the owners of the closest shops; Just a Cup, Blue Willow Antiques, Turn the Page Book Shop and By the Sea Gifts, commuted from the city.

Penny began to back up. Grandson or not, this man didn’t seem stable. She quickly turned and hurried toward her shop, hoping the man would take the hint. She was not interested in speaking to him.

The stranger fell into step beside her.

“Yup, I messed up. I’ve gone and gotten you all confused, so let me start again. My grandmother is known to all of you shop owners as Helen.”

Penny’s head shot around. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. Helen was the owner of the coffee shop called Just a Cup, well known for great coffee and Helen’s famous recipe for lemon coffee cake. Kyle had Penny’s full attention.

“Ah, now I’m doing better. You see, my grandmother, err… I mean Helen, is in the hospital…”

“What? I just saw her the day before Thanksgiving. What happened? Is she hurt, sick? What hospital?”

Kyle held up a hand. “Whoa! Wait a minute. I don’t want to get everything all turned around again.”

Penny held her breath, waiting impatiently.

“Granny fell down the stairs in her house on Thanksgiving day. She is in the city hospital and is doing alright. She broke her hip and they did surgery, but she also broke a rib and has a slight concussion.”

“Oh, no!” Penny gasped. “She told me she was going to take off the week between Thanksgiving and December, so I never even thought to worry about her. I’m so sorry this has happened. I’ll visit her later today if you think they will allow me to see her.”

He shook his head. “Probably not. I was only allowed to speak to her for a few minutes. Perhaps a couple days from now, we can drive into the city together. I have a great old truck, with spare chains in the back, just in case we get stuck in a blizzard.”

The image of snuggling up beside the handsome, dark haired man in a truck flashed through Penny’s mind, but she quickly pushed it away. This was not the time to daydream about a total stranger; especially one who seemed to live in a constant state of confusion.

Penny shook her head sympathetically and gave the man a quick appraisal. There was a small resemblance to Helen. “Please keep me posted. I want to see her as soon as possible. She’s been such a good friend.”

“Yes, she told me.”

Penny frowned. “What about her shop? Will it stay closed while she is in the hospital? It’s a pity, with the Christmas rush almost here. There are more and more tourists every day, and by December tenth, the square will be packed during business hours. Evenings, too. Can she afford to lose that much income?”

Kyle slapped his chest. “That’s why I’m here. I promised Granny I would run things for a few days.” He raked a hand through his hair and mumbled, “Haven’t worked in the shop since I was sixteen.”

“You worked in the coffee shop?”

“Yep. I used to spend the summers with Granny. I grew up in California, but I loved being here in Maine with Granny.”

“She never mentioned you.” It was strange that she had known Helen for nearly three years and her friend never mentioned a grandson.

Kyle smiled mischievously. “I don’t doubt it. When I turned seventeen, I told my parents I was too old to be sent off to Maine for the summer. Granny wasn’t happy about it and she told me she was striking my name off the Good Grind List.”

Sounds interesting. How can readers find you on the Internet?

www.teresalilly.com is my blog, Teresa ives lilly author is my Facebook page.

Thank you, Teresa, for sharing this book with us. Many of my readers love novellas.

Here's a link to the book: Love Found at Harbor Inn Maine

Readers, leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws.

The only notification you’ll receive is the winner post on this blog. So be sure to check back a week from Saturday to see if you won. You will have 4 weeks from the posting of the winners to claim your book.

If you’re reading this on Goodreads, Google+, Feedblitz, Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, or Amazon, please come to the blog to leave your comment if you want to be included in the drawing. Here’s a link:

Http://lenanelsondooley.blogspot.com