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February 6, 2012


Welcome to the second annual Follower Love Giveaway Hop from February 7 – 14. Hosted by I am a reader not a writer and Rachael Renee Anderson for co-hosting.  This giveaway is huge! With over 300 blogs participating. All with fantastic giveaways.My giveaway is this: Three eBooks of my newly re-released romantic suspense series, The Choice. This is Book One of a three book series. Tonight as I was posting this blog, The Choice hit #45 on the kindle bestseller list for Occult in Germany.
What would you do for someone you love?THE CHOICE, (Walk the Right Road Series, Book One) is a full length romantic suspense novel with a supernatural slant set in the Pacific Northwest and New Orleans. A young woman gets a second chance to come out of the darkness she isn't even aware she's sunk into since her grandmother died and she met a man she thinks is her Mr. Right. Fate intervenes, literally knocking her out, forcing her to lose her memory in front of a DEA agent who'll be instrumental in helping her get her life back.
With the help of her Wiccan teacher, a spirit guide connected with her new love interest, a blind woman who's into "that voodoo stuff", a ghost and her new friends, she struggles to rid herself of the generations-old evil, now incarnate, draining her of her light. At the same time she attempts to stop a major player in the marijuana drug trade and keep her new love interest from, once again, being set up to take the fall. 
Today as part of this giveaway, Rachel Baldwin, a Reiki Master and an author who writes for the psychic and metaphysical industry has written a wonderful article on psychic feelings which ties in beautifully with the theme in, The Choice.
A lot of people experience psychic feelings and are not aware that they are experiencing them. Almost every person that you speak to can tell you a story about a time in their life when they had a feeling that something was wrong. Maybe they felt like something was wrong with someone else and sometimes they were not sure what was wrong they just knew that something was. That sense of impending doom is actual psychic feelings or intuition. You sense that something bad is about to occur but you cannot quite put your finger on what it is. 
Other psychic feelings that people have and do not realize happen when they meet someone. We have all met people that immediately made us feel uneasy or on edge. We have all met people that immediately made us feel as if we had known them for our whole lives. We all get these feelings and intuitions when we meet people. Some of us say that we are good at reading people and some of us say we are good at judging character but in fact we are experiencing psychic feelings about the individual we just met. 
Sudden urges to do something or to not do something happen to everyone. People are quick to tell you that children automatically know when someone is a good person that likes kids because the child will automatically befriend the individual. This is because children are more in tune with their psychic feelings than the majority of adults are and they pick up on the little vibrations the other person sends out. As we grow older we lose our child like faith and we stop trusting our own intuitions but really we should be embracing these feelings and learning how to read the ones we have. 
Women have powerful senses of intuition about dangerous situations but frequently they overlook these feelings because they were taught to be polite and to not hurt people's feelings. Actually everyone should tell their daughters that if they meet someone and something tells them the other person is just not right then avoid them. It does not matter if the other person is a friend's father, the pastor of the church, or a teacher. If you have psychic feelings about a person you should trust your feelings at least until you see what they are all about. 
There are people who have these feelings and they are so strong that the individual can actually predict things that are going to happen. They can even sense illness and the presence of spirits from other realms. These people are generally thought to be gifted to be able to perceive these things and to understand their perceptions.
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Published on February 06, 2012 19:23 • 36 views

January 16, 2012

Thursday morning in early January arrived with blue skies, sunshine, with only a slight breeze brushing over a calm ocean. A perfect unexpected day, as if forecasted specifically for restoring the Medicine Wheel. The Eagles chirped and soared over the rocky shores announcing today's the day, it's time to restore the medicine wheel.
Yesterday I rescued the center pole, and brought it home to keep safe until the medicine wheel could be restored. When Mishi's sister arrived late Thursday morning with instructions from the Elders on how to repair the medicine wheel, I carried the center pole outside, so it could be cleansed first. We burned Sage while Mishi's sister advised me of the restoration instructions.
With a dog, my middle child, and two adults to repair the desecrated wheel, we strode down to the beachfront with the center pole, which held the still intact original prayers tied on by Panji Mishiikenh Quay, from when the Medicine Wheel was constructed in November.
Mishi's sister led the restoration. The time had been set, and we knew the Elders were with us working their corners. Sage was lit, and the circle cleansed. Sage was laid at the Eastern door and burned through the restoration. Mishi's sister entered through the eastern door, first removing the lantern, then returning for the plastic bag, and last the cross. All items were placed respectfully against a log facing East. This had been stressed by the Elders. Even though we may feel like tossing these items out like garbage, we were not to stoop to the level of the desecrater. We would treat their items with respect. And so we did. 
The bright sun shining on the restored Medicine WheelNow it was time to restore the center pole to its original intent, facing South. The rocks were stacked around the pole to hold it upright. And the smaller rocks that had been scattered inside the medicine wheel and outside, were placed where they needed to go. The Eagles chirped while we restored the wheel, the sun shone and a light breeze kept the Sage burning. 
Today is January 16, twelve days since the Medicine Wheel was restored, and I'm happy to announce the Medicine Wheel remains undisturbed. 
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Published on January 16, 2012 16:32 • 77 views

January 9, 2012


The wind picked up through the day, into the evening. Thick clouds released heavy rain held back for days. Wind driven showers blew the trees, the bushes, soaking the dry ground creating mud and deep puddles everywhere. The power flickered on and off. 
Into the evening on Tuesday, Mishi had studied the photographs of the desecrated wheel. Her warning was clear—the same warning I received that morning. Don't touch anything until you're protected--until we know what we're dealing with. The elders were consulted, and instructions were given. The tools needed would be on their way.
The storm blew through the night, high winds and rain. At first light the rain had tapered off to a light drizzle. Wearing boots and rain gear we wandered to the beachfront to the desecrated medicine wheel. But something had changed in the night. The cross had been knocked flat to the South, the northern Rocks scattered, and the lantern spilled on its side across the northern line. How interesting.
We took photos again and sent them to Mishi. The Elders advised the medicine wheel needed to be restored to its original intent. I chose not to do it alone, and not today. But to wait until help was available. Thursday the Wheel would be restored to its original intent. The Elders would be working the corners, walking the wheel with us on our chosen time. 
For those who missed the original blog when the medicine was built. Panji Mishiikenh Quay, which means Little Snapping Turtle Woman but most know her by Mishikeenhquay or Mishi for short, built a medicine wheel on the beach in front of my home. This spiritual wheel was built for Truth Honesty and healing. It is part of Native American culture representing the Universe. The best way to describe a medicine wheel and to have a greater understanding of, is if you think of it as a mirror in which everything is reflected. The Universe is a mirror of the people, and every person is a reflection of a mirror to every other person. The Eagle, flowers, the wolf, a story, can all be such a mirror. 
To give you an example each stone in the medicine wheel represents one of many things in the Universe. One represents me, one you. Others hold our ancestors. Others symbolize our government, religions, philosophies, friends hawks, eagles, deer, even entire nations. All things are contained within the medicine wheel. 
All things within the Universe Wheel know of their harmony with every other thing and understand how to give away to the other, except man. Of all the Universe's creatures it is us alone who do not begin our lives with knowledge of this great harmony.
This wheel was built for goodness. Was built out of love. The intention was for Truth, Honesty and Healing.
I will leave you with an Apache Blessing sent to me this morning.
See Part Three Friday, January 13– Restoration of a Medicine Wheel
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Published on January 09, 2012 16:32 • 40 views

January 5, 2012

The Original Medicine WheelEarly Tuesday morning as the dim sun struggled at the edge of the horizon, to find its way through the grey, hazy clouds, but only a hint of the morning light appeared. The Ocean surged with power, rippling whitecaps as the waves crashed over and over against the rocky shore. A southwester, energy building and only begun to show us what was coming.
I yanked my wool cap over my head, wearing gloves and a warm coat. I gripped my hot mug of coffee and strode through the wet yellow grass, on the windy path down the hill. As I approached, the bushes that hid the medicine wheel at the edge of the rocky beach, a hint of light wood flickered over the top. When I rounded the bend, I stopped cold and blinked once, twice as I took in the scene before me. The center pole of the medicine wheel that held the prayers was gone, in its place surrounded by the center rugged rocks, stood a large wooden cross.   As I stepped closer to the medicine wheel the center stick which held the prayers were lying in a heap outside the circle, tossed away as if a worthless piece of garbage. Several rocks forming the circle and each of the directions had been scattered and moved as if someone had taken their hand and mixed up their purpose, a subtle, deliberate disrespect. From a distance, this spiritual medicine wheel appeared intact with its meaning changed.I took another step closer approaching from the West. In the space, between the West and North was a plastic shopping bag tied up and filled with some mysterious goods. I remained outside the circle, stepping around clockwise to the North. In the space, between the North and East stood a forest green tarnished camping lantern, the type you'd fill with propane. I took a breath then another when I studied the sturdy cross built with 2 x 4's and solid screws. Something someone took time to build. Staring at the cross, anger rose toward the Christian Churches history of residential schools and what they'd done to the Native people. Someone with no understanding of what this spiritual wheel represented, for the higher good of all. Hadn't wars been started on less?My son strode behind me, and I sent him back to the house to grab his camera. He returned in a hurry, down the grassy hill with his camera and flicked it on. We took photos from the four directions, cataloguing this desecration. I squatted outside the circle in front of the white plastic bag to look inside. 
"Mom don't touch it." My son yelled behind me when I tried to pull open the knotted bag, and study its contents. 
I pulled my hands away but could see the carton of milk, the wrapped piece of ham what appeared to be something dark, a candle and a lighter. Something used for a ritual, not someone's garbage. I couldn't see what else was in the bag as I stepped back feeling ill for what I'd touched. 
I realized then this was much more than a mere statement of Christianity. There was nothing good or loving in what had been done. A message, not of love, had been sent.
We left without touching anything else. With no answers except I knew we needed help. And the realization this was not as it appeared, but a trick to confuse and scapegoat the Churches for its past transgressions, something with intent of deception, to mislead, and confuse.This was beyond me, and not something I could repair myself. So I sought out help from those with a greater understanding of what had been done. The photos were downloaded and sent to Panji Mishiikenh Quay, (Little Snapping Turtle Woman) but most know her by Mishikeenhquay or Mishi, the wise native lady who built the medicine wheel.  Throughout the day and the evening help arrived from long distance, through emails, and the telephone rang. Mishi and "The Sisters" were on it. This was not something I fix alone. Help was on its way.
***to be continued Part II Sunday January 8—The Storm
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Published on January 05, 2012 18:52 • 36 views

December 14, 2011

When Amazon announced its new KDP Select program. Romance Author, Collette Scott, jumped on board with her new release, If we Dare to Dream. With sales doing well for her other two romance novels, Forever Sunshine and Hannah's Blessing, Collette decided to enroll only, If We Dare to Dream.


It's about discoverability. Getting your novel into the hands of your readers. And that's exactly what's happened after three days of being enrolled in Amazon's KDP Select, If We Dare to Dream has an Amazon Bestseller Rank of #46 in the Kindle Store Romance Fiction. This morning Collette Scott has joined the ranks of Nora Roberts, Debbie Macomber, Christine Feehan in the top 100 Amazon Romance Bestsellers. And I for one hope she stays in the top 100.


I encourage everyone to pickup a copy of If We Dare to Dream, on sale through Amazon Kindle for .99 cents.


"If We Dare to Dream is captivating! Collette Scott delivers an emotional roller coaster ride of love, anger, guilt and suspense…. Addictive to the very end!"- KC Stone, author of Replaced by a Stranger.


"Wow! I have to say after reading Forever Sunshine I didn't think I would read a book as well written as that again. Collette has done it again!… Collette writes so well that you can visualise what is happening in your head, as though seeing the action on TV or in a film, but better! I feel so privileged at being allowed to read this book before it has even officially been published." – Jeanzbookreadnreview.blogspot.com


 Meet the Evans family:
A family torn apart by war and misfortune meets a family held together by the bonds of love.
 
Two families entwine after one fateful night changes their lives forever. Andrew Sheehan, former elite soldier, returns home from war and is suddenly accused of murder. Only Jamie Evans can prove his innocence.
 
What would you do?
A single meeting, the memory of one night, holds the key to a murder. If Jamie is correct, she gives a hero back his life. If she is wrong, she risks freeing a murderer from prison. Trusting her instincts, Jamie puts her life on hold and strives to free Andrew despite her family's misgivings. Determined to do what is right, she vows to help him get his life back on track.
 
Andrew, feeling betrayed by the country he nearly died protecting, fights the demons he carries in an effort to make things work with Jamie and repair the fractured relationship with his brother Adam, who bears his own battle scars.
 

Dare he dream?


With Jamie and her family's help, Andrew begins to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. Realizing that there is more to life than bitterness and resentment, he starts over again determined to make the best of his experiences. But the killer is still out there, and Andrew soon finds that he is haunting him still.


About the Author
 
Always composing stories in her head, Collette began her first novel at the age of eight. Since then, she has obtained her bachelor's degree in English literature and master's degree in education while squeezing in her writing whenever she can. If We Dare to Dream is Collette's third novel and the beginning of the highly anticipated Evans family series. The New England native now resides in Arizona with her husband, three children and multiple family pets.

 For more information visit: http://www.collettescott.com


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December 7, 2011

Congratulations to Holly! She is the winner of the four eBook gift pack. The Choice, The Forgotten Child, A Father's Love and The Captain's Lady. Thank you to everyone else who dropped by my blog, followed and left a comment. And I wish every everyone Happy Holidays.



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December 6, 2011


Congratulations to Jessica! She is the winner of the four eBook giftpack. The Choice, The Forgotten Child, A Father's Love and The Captain's Lady. Thank you to everyone else who dropped by my blog, followed and left a comment. And I wish every everyone Happy Holidays.



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December 5, 2011

Today is the final day for the Holiday Giveaway. Rachel Baldwin, a Reiki Master and an author who writes for the psychic and metaphysical industry has written an article for this last day on Psychic Attack. 

The Book Lover's Holiday Giveaway Hop runs from December 2 - 6. The holiday season is fast approaching, so it's no surprise there are over 200 participating blogs all with their own giveaway with amazing prizes just for book lovers, and we've all linked up together so you can easily hop from one giveaway to the next. Thanks to Alison from Kit Lit Frenzy for co-hosting and as always to I am a Reader, not a Writer for organizing this giveaway.
Now my for my giveaway, an eBook gift pack of The Captain's Lady, The Forgotten Child, A Father's Love and The Choice. In order to enter this giveaway, please leave a comment with a way for me to contact you and follow this blog.
The featured blog for this giveaway touches on an unusual subject, and I welcome all comments.

Psychic attack by Rachel Baldwin
Being psychically attacked is very real and happens far more than most people realize.
There are people walking around that are totally negative about absolutely everything. It is one of the lower forms of psychic attack. This is a person who most people avoid, because without even realizing it, they drain those around them of energy. They feed off other people's energy. I know this is difficult to believe but have you ever been in company and watched how there is someone that people sort of touch briefly to chat to, and then hurry on to the next person.
On occasions you can see people looking back in puzzlement and then turning back again quickly. This is a negative person. A great deal of the time they have no idea they are even doing it. This person needs the negative to attach themselves to someone and sap their energy.
There are also people who do it deliberately and knowingly. These are the more dangerous psychic vampires. I have watched this happen many times and it is extremely prevalent on the internet.  Here you often find this type of psychic attack coming in the form of group attacks. You find groups of people attacking one particular person without any known reason.  It is often that these attacks from groups will go after someone of extremely strong faith. Here they will gain the most if they can bring them down. They also become stronger if they succeed.
 It is fortunate that, success for them seldom happens against the strong of faith. This is probably why lately, they seem to have turned to attacking what some people call "newbies", those that are new to the spiritual side of life and are seeking to understand it. Being spiritual does not mean that you do not believe in the Christian way of life, rather it means that believe in doing the best you can for the greater good of all mankind. It gives you the serene inner peace of knowing from the psychic side that life does indeed go on. It is this inner peace that most annoys the attackers. You are at peace with the world and can block out the attack. It might not be a pleasant experience to go though but in the end you will come out stronger in faith and in mind and body.
Cloaking yourself with a shield of inner faith is important to avoid psychic attack and attachment. To protect yourself you need to draw down a shield of light from above and tuck it in under your feet. By calling on your angels to protect you before venturing outside or on line you are doing the very best you can to combat the attackers.

 Psychic Attack

Illusions–The condition of being perceived by a false perception or belief. I created this blog to touch on subjects that can't quite be explained. Here, is another one—Psychic Attacks—you've heard of  them, but many of you are unsure what it's  all about.
A psychic attack can be defined as the manipulation of supernatural  forces and energy. It can be intentional by a highly skilled person in manipulating energy, or unintentional.
Remember that stabbing ache in your back or stomach you put off to your stress or anxiety, or the crowded room where that fight and flight instinct kicked in.  Psychic attacks happen when dark, negative energy is sent from one person to another. You could be in a restaurant, and that person beside you creates the disturbance in your energy field. It could be a boyfriend, a friend or family member. This dark energy can be a dark entity as well as a thought form  to create  harmful effects in you, the receiver of  this attack.
A word of caution— not all your troubles or difficulties are a result of a psychic attack. Maybe you've heard someone say "that's hogwash that voodoo stuff." Psychic attacks are  not real," or "they can't happen if you don't believe in them or pay any attention to them." But psychic attacks do happen, and the resulting problems you endure are a result of that negative energy. 
So how does it work and what can you do? These dark energies and entities that find their way into you and your homes can be sent without any awareness  into your physical body, and your energy field. Individuals who send this darkness do it intentionally to create harm, often to control, manipulate and punish you. They can involve rituals, ceremonies and or using the psychic powers of the mind.
There is one crucial fact to keep in mind. If your aura is strong and healthy it's difficult and darn near  impossible for anyone to penetrate that field of energy and for a psychic attack to occur, and remember those that walk in the shadows prey upon the weak.

So how does your aura weaken? Emotions—all those pesky bottled-up feelings. You've heard people say let go you know when you hang onto that hurt, injustice, maybe a wrong done to you. Well those people are right and let it go in love. Well how about  anger, negative thinking, the use of drugs and alcohol, smoking, and a variety of diseases, do those weaken your aura? You betcha. But there's much more to this. And I  invite all psychics, and metaphysical workers to touch on this subject in more detail.

Now don't forget to leave a comment and follow this blog to be entered in this giveaway for a four eBook Giftpack. The linky list is attached below of all participating blogs. Thanks for stopping by.
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Published on December 05, 2011 01:11 • 43 views

December 2, 2011

Welcome to The Book Lover's Holiday Giveaway Hop which runs from Dec. 2nd to 6th.  Thanks to Alyson from Kid Lit Frenzy for co-hosting, and I am a Reader not a Writer for organizing this hop. With the holiday season fast approaching, celebrate by participating in this holiday giveaway hop with tons of amazing prizes just for book lovers.


Each participating blog is hosting their own giveaway and we've all linked up together so you can easily hop from one giveaway to the next.


Now for my giveaway, a Four eBook gift pack which includes, The Captain's Lady, The Choice, The Forgotten Child and A Father's Love. To Enter leave a comment following this blog, which is the excerpt from my new young adult holiday historical, A Father's Love. And follow this blog.


Celebrating the release of a heartwarming Christmas Tale. A Father's Love. This Young Adult Christmas Tale is packed full with Action. I teamed up with Vancouver Island Artist, Sherrill Welz. Sherrill created all the illustrations in this holiday tale of survival.


In 1926, and keeping with the Lattimer tradition, thirteen year old David is gifted to hunt the Christmas Goose. He sets off with his ten year old sister Rose, reminded by his Father–be back by sundown.


But when David and Rose stumble between a Mother Bear and her cubs, they escape her rage and climb high in a tree. Turning this historic day to one of terror as the sun sets, the temperature drops and snow arrives. David must protect his sister, and keep his wits about him when the angry Mother Bear refuses to leave, and David clings to what his Father taught him, worried if their Father will find them or they'll spend a night freezing deep in the forest, trapped in a tree.


Check out all Lorhainne Eckhart's Novels.


The Forgotten Child


He wasn't looking to love again. But what he got was a woman who shook his lonely bitter world upside down, and touched him in a way no other woman could.


Reviews: ****Best Yet!


The Choice


From Lorhainne Eckhart, Author of The Captain's Lady, comes a Romantic Mystical Suspense that sizzles with passion and unforgettable drama.  "A wonderful tale of courage, and real-life choices that'll keep you riveted." Mimi Barbour, Author of The Vicarage Bench Series

"What would you do for someone you Love."


The Captain's Lady


****RT Book Reviews – Eckhart hits one out of the ballpark with this great story.


A Passionate Tale of Love During the Iraq War


A Father's Love


By


Lorhainne Eckhart


Illustrated by Sherrill Welz


The Gift – December 24, 1926


"Make sure you and Rose are back before sundown."


Fourteen-year-old David Lattimer couldn't contain his excitement, no more than he could hold back a big toothy grin as he waved to his father outside their four-room log cabin. Smoke drifted neatly from the stovepipe into the chilly island air.


David trudged through the damp underbrush wearing three pairs of thick wool socks in his father's old, loose leather boots. Rose, his ten-year-old sister, dogged his heals as she did every day. Her pigtails stuck out from under the ridiculous wool green hat he'd swear had been a cast off from the poor box. Rose was a tiny sprite of a girl, with freckles and brown eyes, wearing his old brown coat over his too small overalls. She had to roll up the pant legs and stuff the edges into her black boots, which did come from the poor box, to be able to wear them.


Rose skipped ahead of David, swinging her arms.


"Rose, stay behind me. The path's too narrow up here, and you're going to be soaked before I find the goose." He expected her to whine, complain and to argue. However, she surprised the heck out of him when she obediently pulled in behind him on the narrow path in the thick forest, filled with old fir and cedar, on the forty acre parcel owned by his family near Cameron Lake, on Vancouver Island.


David's longish hair drooped in front of his eyes. He yanked off one of his red wool mitten with his teeth and tucked his thick brown hair under his dark wool cap. He knew it was time for a haircut when his mother teased he was beginning to look like a girl.


Over his left shoulder, David cradled the Winchester ten-gauge single load shotgun. The one bequeathed from Grandfather George. He took his role as big brother seriously, making sure the gun wasn't pointed at Rose.


David grinned; he still couldn't believe his father's surprise this morning. This year, David got to hunt the Christmas Goose. A tradition passed down by his grandfather to his father. He patted his right pocket, double checking the ten spare shell casings were still where he'd put them.


"How far do we have to walk? And where are we going to find the goose?" Rose had such a high-pitched voice, at times chattering non-stop, his poor ears ached from listening to her rattle on. If he didn't answer her, she'd keep asking.


"We'll head down towards Cameron Lake. That's where Dad and I saw a flock of winter geese the other day."


"But that's an hour away." Rose trailed behind, her voice squeaked like a wagon wheel that needed greasing. David was tempted to tell her to go home. But he wanted a goose and knew his father would be angry if Rose went home alone.


"Would you stop complaining? You didn't have to come." David walked faster because he knew that'd really piss her off.


A tightly packed snowball slammed into the back of his head, causing David to stumble. He spun around and glared at his stubborn little sister. What stung more, his head or pride, David wasn't sure. Short, tough and determined, described Rose to a tee. Her lips scrunched up and she looked like a mad little bee. David knew, first hand, her fiery temper would lead her, head on, into a scrap. Why, just last week she sucker punched him with a solid jab to the bridge of his nose and he'd swear he'd bled like a stuck pig. But then, she'd caught him off guard, entirely by surprise, which was a low blow. Even his parents had been furious, but then they didn't know he'd goaded her by laughing at the silly nickname. The boys at school had cat-called Rose "Sweepy" over and over. And that was all because Mama waved goodbye to Rose, calling her "Sweet Pea" in front of the town kids.


Nevertheless, his daddy drilled into him some hard honourable lessons; no matter what, you don't hit a girl, ever. Right now he wanted to shoot a goose, not scrap with Rose. So, David swallowed his pride and nearly choked on the hard lump burning his throat. What he did do, was walk faster still. Let her run.


"David, slow down, you're going too fast. David, aren't you going to answer me?"


David whipped around so fast Rose bumped into him. "No Rose! Stop it. I'm not going to fight with you. All I want is to find the geese, shoot one and go home. That's it, and if you're going to keep talking, you're gonna scare them away, so be quiet." He didn't wait for a response. David hurried through the brush staying on the same familiar trail winding its way down to the lake. To Rose's credit, she didn't argue. She let out a huff, closed her mouth and dogged David's heels again.


They strode lower into the valley. The air was damper, heavier with mist. He knew they were close to the lake. A thick mix of fir, cedar and alder trees surrounded them, forming an umbrella overhead. The overgrown path, which had most likely been created by antelope and deer, led down to their water source. David patted the twin fir. This was the lower part of the trail right before the open grove, not far from the lake.


A glimmer of black flashed from the corner of his eye. He sucked a breath, and then another, before it registered in his head what it was. But by then, his heart had already slammed his throat shut, choking off any reasonable sound while his back broke out in a cold prickly sweat. "Get up a tree!" David somehow managed to croak out the panicked words in a low scratchy voice, sounding nothing like his, even to his own ears.


David swiveled his head between a bundled up Rose, standing frozen as a mouse, and the curious bear cub. Her mouth gaped, her big eyes filling with fear, a poison which raised the hair on the back of David's neck.


"Back away move slowly toward the tree, hurry, Rose." She didn't move. David backed away from the cub and stepped on Rose's foot. Her breath wheezed, maybe that's what knocked some sense into her. She grabbed his arm with a shaky hand and moved.


A second cub wandered from behind an old cedar. Rose stumbled. "Get up, Rose." And she did, just as David somehow boosted her up, so she could grab the first branch. She'd just scampered onto the branch when a low growl split the icy air and crashed through the underbrush. David didn't know how he did it, but somehow he leaped six feet up onto the first thick branch. Planting his hand on Rose's butt, he shoved hard. "Faster, go, Rose go! She's right behind us!"


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Published on December 02, 2011 04:21 • 22 views

November 29, 2011

Celebrating the release of a heartwarming Christmas Tale. A Father's Love. This Young Adult Christmas Tale is packed full with Action. I teamed up with Vancouver Island Artist, Sherrill Welz. Sherrill created all the illustrations in this holiday tale of survival.


In 1926, and keeping with the Lattimer tradition, thirteen year old David is gifted to hunt the Christmas Goose. He sets off with his ten year old sister Rose, reminded by his Father–be back by sundown.


But when David and Rose stumble between a Mother Bear and her cubs, they escape her rage and climb high in a tree. Turning this historic day to one of terror as the sun sets, the temperature drops and snow arrives. David must protect his sister, and keep his wits about him when the angry Mother Bear refuses to leave, and David clings to what his Father taught him, worried if their Father will find them or they'll spend a night freezing deep in the forest, trapped in a tree.


Check out all Lorhainne Eckhart's Novels.


He wasn't looking to love again. But what he got was a woman who shook his lonely bitter world upside down, and touched him in a way no other woman could.


From Lorhainne Eckhart, Author of The Captain's Lady, comes a Romantic Mystical Suspense that sizzles with passion and unforgettable drama.  "A wonderful tale of courage, and real-life choices that'll keep you riveted." Mimi Barbour, Author of The Vicarage Bench Series

"What would you do for someone you Love."



****RT Book Reviews – Eckhart hits one out of the ballpark with this great story.


A Passionate Tale of Love During the Iraq War



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