This is the 3rd book in my Fabric of Time series and I got
the idea after doing research for a family reunion back in the 1990s. My
ancestry studies whet my appetite for Norwegian/American history. Threads
of Love is a result.
If you were planning
a party with Christian authors of contemporary fiction, what six people would
you invite and why?
Only six? Rats! Well, OK then…I’d invite Travis Thrasher, DiAnn
Mills, Loree Lough, Randy Ingermanson, Candace Calvert, and Brandilyn Collins.
These men and women are bright, creative, and willing to share their ideas and experiences
with others. They’re also just plain FUN.
Now let’s do that for
a party for Christian authors of historical fiction, what six people would you
invite and why?
Again, it’s hard to think of just six I’d want to invite,
but here goes: Tracie Peterson, Tamera Alexander, Lena Nelson Dooley, Kim
Woodhouse, Louise Gouge, and Francine Rivers. I’d invite these ladies for the
same reasons I’d invite the others, adding that as a writer of historical
Christian fiction I know researching a book is labor-intensive. I admire these
authors for the historical tales they so expertly weave.
Thank you for
including me in that group. I’d really enjoy that party. 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?
The most difficult is the amount of projects I’ve got going
and figuring out which one is priority.
Tell us about the featured
book.
Sure. Here’s the back cover copy.
Emily Sundberg considers herself a proper young lady of the
twentieth century. But a decade ago she behaved more like a tomboy. So when the
neighbor’s grandson came to visit one summer when she was thirteen, they
became fast friends. Emily even got her first kiss—quite by accident.
Unfortunately she thinks Jake Edgerton told all the boys
what happened. Rumors circulated, and Emily caved from embarrassment and guilt.
Meanwhile Jake returned home to Fallon ,
Montana
Over the years Emily has worked hard to prove to her peers
and the people of Manitowoc, Wisconsin, that, despite past mistakes, she is an
upstanding young women, one worthy of being a schoolteacher—and possibly Andy
Anderson’s wife. But even with the passing of time, Emily has never forgotten
Jake and how he nearly ruined her life…
And now he’s a US deputy marshal, and he’s back in
town!
Chapter One: Manitowoc , Wisconsin
An explosion of shattering glass sounded from directly behind
Emily Sundberg, and a thunderous weight crashed into her. The world spun, and
then she fell hard and face down on
the dirty Franklin
Street plank walk.
Breathe! Breathe! She struggled to inhale.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” A male voice spoke close to her
ear.
“I’m terribly sorry about knocking you over.”
He helped her sit, and a moment later a rush of sweet,
springtime air filled Emily’s lungs. She let out a breath of relief.
“Are you hurt?”
“I . . . I don’t know.” Emily spit dirt from her mouth. Her
left cheek began to throb. Her vision swam.
He steadied her, his arm around her shoulders. “Easy there.”
She took several deep breaths.
“Allow me to help you up and over to the bench. Like I said,
I’m sorry ’bout knocking you over the way I did.”
Emily wiggled her toes inside her ivory-colored boots.
Nothing broken. She moved her jaw. Despite the pain around her cheekbone, she
seemed all right. Her hand moved to the back of her head. Her fat braid had
come out of its pinning and her hat—her hat!
She pointed to the paved street seconds before a set of
buggy wheels rolled over it, grinding the lovely creation into the paved road.
Not once. But twice!
Emily moaned.
“Careful, now.” The man helped her to stand. “There’re
shards of glass everywhere.”
Emily thanked God she hadn’t slammed her head into the
nearby hitching post.
“Hooligans!” A woman’s voice rang out amidst the strangely
silent street. It sounded like Mrs. Hopper’s. “Hooligans, ever’ one of ’em!”
Definitely Mrs. Hopper’s.
The man held Emily securely by her upper arms, and Emily’s gaze
fell on his walnut-colored waistcoat. “You sure you’re not hurt?
“I–I don’t think so.”
“Well, I hope you can forgive me, ma’am.”
Emily’s gaze finally reached the man’s tanned and golden whiskered
face. Shaggy blond hair framed his face and blood stained the corner of his
mouth. In his canvas duster and matching trousers, the stranger looked out of
place for Manitowoc , Wisconsin
And yet, he seemed a bit familiar too . . .
Way to leave us
hanging, Andrea. How can readers find you on the Internet?
Contact me via my website: www.andreaboeshaar.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Andrea.Boeshaar
Twitter: @AndreaBoeshaar
And Google +: Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar
Thank you, Lena . It’s
always a pleasure to be a guest on your blog!
And I love hosting you, Andrea.
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