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Cover Reveal - Liberated by Laura Miller #new release #truestory

Cover Design Cover by Charlene Raddon of Cover-Ops http://cover-ops.blogspot.com

BLURB: This book is a biography of a woman I have loved and admired for the whole of my life. In December 1944 a German family of seven were captured and convicted of war crimes for harbouring Jews. I have known this story for most of my life. In the twilight of her years, this lady has decided that it is time for her story to be told, so it will be recorded for future generations. The woman and her sister were interned in Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp until Liberation on 13 April 1945. This is a true account of her experience.

EXCERPT:
Hanover, Lower Saxony GERMANY 1939 The house looked the same as every other dwelling in the street. Two story, attached, weathered stone. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom with indoor plumbing upstairs. An attic, where family treasures were hidden, could only be accessed through a removable panel in the ceiling of the main bedroom closet. Downstairs was a small but adequate dine in kitchen, a sitting room and a storeroom. Inside the storeroom was a staircase which led down to a basement. The house sat opposite the banks of the Leine River. It was home to Inga Albine and her family. She had one older sister, two older brothers and one younger brother. They loved summer when they could swim and play in the water. Inga’s father, Adaulfo, was a well-known and successful Banker. An unusual occupation for an Aryan as most Bankers were Jewish. Inga’s mother, Alisz, was a talented seamstress but with her husband being more than capable of providing for the family, sewing was a hobby rather than a chore. Although sewing gave her a great deal of joy, her first love was her family. She adored being with her children. Being only children, both Alisz and Adaulfo had always dreamed of having a large family. Their dream had come true. They had five healthy children, blonde haired, blue eyed. Perfect Aryans in Adolf Hitler’s eyes. Klaus, 18, Manfred 17, Elke 15, Inga 13 and Oskar 8. The girls and Oskar attended private school while the two older boys studied Engineering. They all played the violin and with the exception of Oskar, they played very well. Neighbours often praised Adaulfo and Alisz on how polite and well-mannered all five children were. The family were prominent in the local community. They never hesitated to help people who were less fortunate than themselves. That was to be their downfall….. GENRE: Non-Fiction, Historical, True Life
TEASERS BIO:Laura is a middle aged lady who was born in England. She has a compassionate nature, a great sense of humor and is a loyal friend. She also has an insatiable love of history. Growing up, Laura would spend hours with a member of her family who she loved dearly. Over the years she was told the story of how this amazing lady had suffered at the hands of the Gestapo and German SS. Laura had always had a strong desire to write. She felt a responsibility to record the story as a part of her family history. Links: Author Page: TBA Pre Order Links: Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon AU Amazon CA Email: millerlaura1955@gmail.com Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010043828277 Twitter: https://twitter.com/Laura1955Miller

Birthday Presents For Me? by Jamie 'Birthday Girl' Hill

So the big '54' is just around the corner. This year I've asked for a new pair of walking shoes since I'm in the process of slimming down and was walking daily before the sun decided to fry my neighborhood. Autumn is just around the corner and I intend to start walking again soon, so good new shoes it is. (I asked for a Fitbit for Mother's Day and love it.)
But what did I used to want for my birthday? The past few years I got spa gift certificates, which were amazing. All of a sudden they felt a little frivolous, so I've stopped asking for that. Though the occasional massage or mani/pedi still lures me!
I usually get a bottle of my favorite perfume. My son already gave me that as an early gift before he moved away (sob) and he even included the matching lotion which is so wonderful.  
My other son is heading off soon to start an incredible new job overseas. He gave his father and I each a new computer this year for our birthdays. Can I get any more spoiled? He said it was a small thank you because he knew I always have worked at least two jobs and did so the whole time he was growing up. He wanted to say that he was aware, and he appreciated everything I did for him. And he also knew his father would whine if he didn't get the same gift. LOL (Those were my words, not his.) My husband's computer was much older than mine and really needed an upgrade. And yes, we do realize how blessed we are.

Life was much simpler when I was younger, and my wants were cheaper. I collected dolls and books by the dozen. (And man do I wish I still had those Nancy Drew's!)

I didn't think this was going to be a 'big birthday' year, but it's turned out that way. But the best part, even without the gifts, has been spending time with my sons before each of them flies the coop. We've watched movies, gone to different restaurants, went swimming, done yard work, taken walks, and talked. A lot. And it's made the summer one of my best. I've complained regularly about this year because we've had one hell of a lot going on, but my old mantra is as true now as it's always been.
I can't compain, but some times I still do.
I know, my bad. :) Life really is good.

Sunday Snippets from WIP by Ginger Simpson #sundaysnips

I don't yet have a cover, but I'm sharing a few paragraphs from Sarah's Soul which will be available early 2016.  I'm half way done, but I still have a long way to go to try and fool the reader with my attempt at mystery.  I hope Sarah has something in mind...this is her story, and I'm pantser and I rely on her talking to me.  So far, so good....what do you think?  Remember...this is only a first draft.


She rolled her eyes, her mind spinning.  “Jesus, Sarah, it’s only a phone.  Even if it isn’t Marie, a voice can’t hurt you.”  She mumbled words of courage as she crossed the room.  Taking a deep breath, she raised her Samsung to her ear.  “H-hello.”  Nerves made her push out her greeting.

“I know where you are.”

“What, no heavy breathing this time?”  Her decision to go home would end his warning, and she felt brave for a fleeting minute.  Still, the back of her neck tightened.

Silence.

“Well, Mr., you’ll have to find someone else to bug because I’m leaving.  Who you gonna call now if I don't answer, Ghostbusters?”  She laughed, releasing her tension.

“I’ll call you, Sarah Elder.  I suppose you’re going home.  I know where you live.”

“Who is this?”  The tension quickly returned and her voice notched up volumes.

“We’ll talk later.”

His parting chuckle sent shivers up Sarah’s spine.

“Damn!”  She considered calling 911 again, but what good had that done?  Instead she clicked the phone off then back on, and dialed Marie’s number.

“Hello.”  Marie sounded as though she’d just gotten out of bed.

Sarah glanced at the clock.  “For God’s sake, it’s almost ten o’clock, Marie.  Are you still sleeping?”

“It’s Saturday.  I always sleep in on the weekends.”  Only a muted yawn sounded.  “Did you want something….did something happen?  The last question showed her best friend was now wide awake and concerned about Sarah’s problem.  “Are you all right?”

“I’m coming home today and I just had another phone call.  I want you to notify the super and ask him to install a better deadbolt on my door.”

“Whatever for?  You already have one.”

“This time the caller not only said he knows where I am, he knows my name and where I live.  I don’t know what else to do.  I'm scared.”

“Okay, I’ll get the super to change your locks and add a stronger deadbolt.  Don’t worry, sweetie.  I’ll stay with you until we figure out why you’re being harassed and by whom.”

Oh, thanks, Marie.  You don’t know how much better that makes me feel.  This being totally alone sucks.  I never realized how much I miss Wolf.”

“I know, sweetie.  I’m not Wolf, but come on home.  We’ll tackle this together.”

Chapter Break....


Sarah struggled to get her bags up the stairs, then proceeded down the long carpeted hallway.  Her heart raced and she kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one followed.  As she passed the apartment Wolf had shared with his sister, Molly, she noticed the door ajar.  Molly’s husband, Gil, had returned just before Wolf was killed and the couple had recently moved back to Missouri.

Maybe the super had shown the apartment and forgot to lock it…or maybe he was inside.  If he’d changed the locks on her place, she no longer had keys. Had he kept them or left them with Marie?  She'd better check. Sarah pushed the door open wider with her foot and peeked inside.  The familiar layout and remembrance of dinners she’d shared during happier days misted her eyes and she blinked back tears.  “Mr. Douglas,” she called, stepping inside.  “Are you here?”

 No answer.

Maybe he worked in the bathroom.  Sarah stepped into the bedroom, but the adjoining bathroom light was off.  For some reason, she was drawn to turn it on.  She side-stepped though the door way, her other hand still firmly locked around the handle of her wheeled bag, and flipped on the switch.  Her free hand covered her mouth to muffle a welling scream.

Scrawled across the mirror, in what looked like blood, was her name…Sarah Elder.  Red spots dotted the sink from the dripping letters.  Reflected in the mirror were letters on the wall written in the same red writing.  She jerked around.  D-E-A-D.  Her heart beat so loud she heard it.

 Who?  Why?  In a panic, she glanced around, noticing the closed shower curtain.  Had it moved or had she imagined it?  Her breath halted and she raced out the door and back into the hallway.

Where was Marie…or Mr. Douglas?  She pounded on her door.  “Let me in.  Let me in.”

Marie opened the door, her brows arched into peaks.  “What the heck is wrong?”

Sarah rushed inside, closed, locked and bolted the door.  Sagging against it, she released her pent-up breath.

“Sarah…what’s wrong.  You scared me to death.”

“Scared you?  Molly’s old apartment was unlocked and the door partly open.  I thought Mr. Douglas might be inside, so I went in….”

‘And…”

“And someone wrote my name across the mirror…in something icky and red.  It looks like blood.”

“You’re kidding!”  Marie gasped.  “Was Mr. Douglas there?”

“No.  I thought I saw the shower curtain move, but I didn’t stick around to see if anyone was behind it.  Whose doing these things, Marie?”  Tears Sarah had held at bay ran down her cheeks.  Someone wrote ‘dead’ on the wall.  Who wants me dead?  Sobs replaced her tears.

Marie hugged her.  “I don’t know, but we should probably call the police.  Did you touch anything in the apartment?”

“J-just the bathroom light, why?”

“Maybe they can dust for prints or something.  I don’t know.  Let me call, and then you’re going to contact your carrier and get your cell number changed.”

Marie used the landline and dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

My friend, Sarah Elder, is receiving  disturbing phone calls and now someone has written her name and the word, dead, in red in an empty apartment near hers.  Can you please send someone right away.  We’re two women here alone.”

“Yes, ma’am.  I’ll get a patrol car headed your way.  Manhattan, right?”

“Yes, Eagle Tower’s apartments on 2nd street.”

“Would you like me to stay on the line with you until the policeman arrives?”


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What Does 54 Mean to You??? by Jamie "The Birthday Girl" Hill

So in less than a week I'll turn the ripe old age of 54. Not a particularly festive birthday, but as I told Ginger I'm feeling a little sorry for myself for various reasons this summer so I'm going to do it up big this year.

To celebrate my 54 years on Earth, here's a fun list of 54.

54 Frightening Facts You Didn't Know About Disney Villians

(I didn't know most of these, but this one really surprised me: #47- Sid Phillips from Toy Story makes a cameo as a garbage truck driver in Toy Story 3. Who knew that? LOL)

http://www.buzzfeed.com/samstryker/badder-is-better-disney-villains#.biAoDk8v0

From Wikipedia, 54 is also:
The number of milligrams of caffeine in 12 ounces of Mountain Dew+54 The code for international direct dial phone calls to Argentina54, a 1998 film about Studio 54 starring Ryan Phillippe, Mike Myers, and Salma Hayek54, a novel by the Wu Ming collective of authorsIn the title of a 1960s television show Car 54, Where Are You?The number of cards in a deck of playing cards, if two jokers are includedThe number of countries in Africa And finally, 54 is how old I'll be in 6 days. Provided I make it that long. Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise!

Character Interview with Tyler Bishop by Ginger Simpson

  Today, I’m featuring  Ellie's Legacy, one of my western historical romances.  When my hubby and I moved to TN from CA, we lived in Sparta for a year.  I was so inspired by the history of the area that writing this book came naturally when Ellie showed up among the characters in my head and started yapping at me.  Ellie's Legacy (previously Sparta Rose) was named as the Best 2009 Historical and Love Romances Café and I got lots of positive reviews. It was a fun story to write because Ellie is such a feisty heroine.  Today, you get to hear from the hero, Tyler Bishop.  Enjoy.

Interviewer:We’re very pleased to have Tyler Bishop with us today.  Mr. Bishop is the hero in Ginger’s Simpson’s western historical romance, Ellie's Legacy.  So, Mr. Bishop, welcome to Dishin’ It Out.
TB – “Ty, please.  Mr. Bishop was my father.  And thanks for the welcome, but I’m here under duress.”
INT  - “Really.”
TB –“Sure enuff. I have things waiting to be done.  Cows need to be moved to another pasture, fences need mendin’ and the longer I dawdle, the more I stand to lose favor with my boss, Ben.”
Int – “Ben?  Would that be Ben Fountain, father of the heroine, Ellie Fountain?”
TB – “Yep, that’d be right.  There’s another reason I need to get movin’… Ellie.  For some reason, that little filly is out to get me.  Seems every time I chew the fat with her pa, she gets her nose out of joint.  I never met someone so… so…what’s the word I’m looking for.  You know, someone who wants to prove they can do everything better than the next feller?”
INT – “Oh, you mean competitive.”
TB – “That’s her in a nutshell.  Just wait till you read the story.  She even went out, bought a gun and learned to shoot.  She’s says it’s because of the polecats next door, threatening to trespass on Ben’s land, but I say different.”
INT – “Really?  Why do you think she bought the gun?”
TB – “To try to show me up.  She already thinks she can ride and rope as good as any man, and lord knows, she could stand to dress up a bit.  Sometimes it’s hard to tell there’s a girl under that big ol’ hat and the layer of dust.”
INT – “Does she always dress in men’s clothing?”
TB – “Well she did until I invited her to a dance.  Ben sort of pushed me into it, but down deep I wanted to go with her.  She looked mighty pretty, all fancied up, but instead of the evening turnin’ out like I planned, she went and got herself in trouble again.  She should have listened to me about those pesky Bryant boys.”
INT – “What kind of trouble did she get into?”
TB – “I may be greener than most folks you know, but I ain’t about to divulge Ginger’s whole story.  Ellie is a real tomboy, and she stays madder than a wet hen at me most times, but I’ll just say, I think she finally realizes there are just times a woman can’t match a man’s strength.”
INT – “Well it sounds like I’ll have to buy my own copy if I want to see how this turns out.”
TB – “Ginger says you're right welcome to visit her Amazing page. That’s where Ellie and my story is being sold. I’m not real savvy when it comes to the Internet, but I wrote this down.  *fishes in pockets.    Let’s see, http://www.amazon.com/author/gingersimpson. I'm supposed to share all the names with ya’ll but I did good to remember that one.  I think Ginger said there are links on her home page...whatever that is, but I scribbled the address here.  *turns paper caddy corner* Okay...it's www.gingersimpson.com.  I thank you for the time, but I best get going.  I fear Ellie Fountain is gonna be the death of me or really change my life.
INT – “Thank you, Ty, and please visit us again.”

The Birthday Countdown is On...by Jamie "Birthday Girl" Hill

When I was a kid, my birthdays were maybe the best day of the year. Christmas was a close tie, but in the eyes of a child we shared that day with the baby Jesus, and rightly so. But my birthday was just MINE. 
For the first few years, my grandma made me special cakes that she decorated with small ceramic figures which she made as a hobby. Or she crafted me doll cakes similar to the one pictured. I loved Barbies so those had an added bonus. Now that I'm grown, I no longer have the Barbies but I do still have several of those ceramic figurines and they mean a lot to me.

Age ten was the first birthday party I remember. We invited a bunch of girls to my house. I can't recall exactly what we did, but there was cake and presents involved, so I was a happy girl.
I spent one birthday on a family vacation at the great Salt Lake. Traveling across multiple states in a camper doesn't sound like fun to me these days, but it was a blast back then. I got a Barbie that year, too. (I must have been easy to shop for.)
These days, birthdays involve dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant and spending time with my special crew, my family. They spoil me rotten with spa gift certificates, perfume, and this year, a new computer which I am already enjoying. 
Growing older isn't always easy, but I like to say that it beats the alternative. Bear with me for the next week as I continue on this path of celebration. It's going to be a wild ride!

Sunday Snippets from Time Tantrums by Ginger Simpson #sunday snips

Time Tantrums ws originally released as "Sisters in Time," but when my rights expired, I wanted to share the story with so many more, so I tried to remove many of the amateur mistakes we authors tend to make and re-release the novel through Books We Love.

I still believe this is one of the most creative feats I've undertaken.  It's not easy to jump from one hero to another, so I'm happy to share a sample with you of how I accomplished my goal.  Join Mariah, my pioneer wife, and Taylor, my modern day attorney, as they struggle to acclimate to new eras and new husbands:





Prologue

Mariah - Colorado Territory—1872
Mariah Cassidysat on the front porch and watched her husband,Frank, ride through the gate. The large Rocking C, the ranch’s emblem, cast a shadow across his face as he rode beneathit. His muscled thighs gripped the flanks of his huffing,black stallion, and his hat rested in that familiarrakish tilt. He certainly knew how to sit a horse.
Frank dismounted and gave the horse’s reins to a hired hand. He dusted himself off then turned andstrode to the porch. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
She smiled. “You were upbright and early. Would youlike some breakfast?”
“No thanks.I already ate with the ranch hands,but... I might be interested in somethin’

else.” Even after seventeen years of marriage,Frank’s innuendoembarrassed Mariah. Just awink of one of his heavy-lashed, blue eyes made her heart flutter, but her desire for lovemakingnever equaled his. She fretted about him leaving her to find satisfaction in the arms of another. Her mother had planted such deep-seeded inhibitions within Mariah that nudity made her uncomfortable. She loved being in his arms, but beyond that, her embarrassment got in the way of feelingfree.


The same old thoughtsniggled at her as she gazed into his face. Why didn’t she feel the same comfortwith her body as Frank did with his? Would he be happier with someoneelse? He deserveda wife with passion to match his own.  She massaged the creasesin herbrow.
“Mariah, did you hear me? Would you like to join me upstairs?”  He nodded toward the house.

She held up a silencing finger while guilt niggledher. “Hush. The children will hear you."

* * * *
TaylorDenver, Colorado—2002
Lost in thought,Taylor Morgan sat and stared at the stacks of files piled on her large mahoganydesk. The sun barely peeked throughthe office window of the high-risebuilding and the dim lighting matched her somber mood. Had she remembered to kiss David before she left home? It seemed she was always in a hurry these days. Rushing to put on make-up, darting off withoutgoodbyes, workinglate, and barelyfinding time for her husband—something had to change. She didn’t want a repeatof the argument she’d hadwith David last night.
The thud of his fist on the dining room table echoedin her head. When he expressed frustration, her body trembled, much the same as the silverware had. She’d neverseen him so angry.
His words had cut through her like a knife. “We’re like ships passing in the night. All we do is work, eat and sleep. You’re so busy with your job that that’s all you think about. You don’t cook, you don’t clean...Good God, we only make love on your schedule,never mine. What if I don’t want to wait five yearsto have children?”
The thought of having a child made Taylorshudder. She’d labored hard to achievethe status she enjoyedat the law firm. Givingup now wasn’t an option.Still, what about David? Didn’t he have a right to the family he wanted? She felt so conflicted. What if her husband wasn’twilling to hang around until she determined the time feltright?
If only there was a way to compromise. She nodded. Making David a priority seemed a good start if she wanted to save her marriage.Tonight, she’d leavework early, go home, and make dinner. Afew candles, a bottle of wine—David would be pleasantly surprised.
She picked the most pressing files from her desk and threw them into her briefcase, planning to peruse them while she cooked.Grabbing her jacket from the chair, she slung it over her shoulderand reached the door when the urgent buzzing of her intercom summoned her back. Sheleaned over the desk and masheda button with her fingertips.“Yes?”
“Ms. Morgan,”her secretary responded, “Mr. Abernathy requests that you join him in the conference room right away. The senior partners have called an emergency meeting.”
“I’ll be right there.” Taylor ploppedher briefcase back on the desk. She straightened her collarand smoothed her skirt thentook a deep breath.

Maybe tomorrow, David, maybe tomorrow.



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High-Five to Smashwords' Half Price Sale ~ Ends July 31!

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WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HEAR VOICES by Ginger Simpson

I heard this older song today by Chris Young and some of it really relates to how I feel when I'm writing.  I recently promised Jude, our publisher, a book by December 31st.  I have it started, but now I have to tune out the voices of Cassie and Will from Deceived in order to get Sarah's Hope finished in time for the fall deadline.

I'm sure I explained in a previous post the difference between Pantsers and Plotters.  I, unfortunately, rely on voices in my head to help me write.  Without all that chatter, I'm at a loss.  I've tried plotting and it just doesn't work for me, so all the people talking in my head are really a blessing...at times.

For me being a "pantser" is akin to having someone tell me a story.  I listen and jot down the words, but I never know where I'm headed until I get there.  It's a lot more exciting, in my opinion, to having a chart of some type that outlines your entire novel for you.  I prefer to be surprised.  The only problem is when the characters are done, so is the book.  I've written some short, some long, and some in between.  You never know how long creating a novel is going to take when you're a pantser.

 I have to admit I do take notes now because my memory has faded with age.  There is nothing worse than forgetting the heroes name and putting in one from another book or having your heroine suddenly gaze through blue eyes instead of green with gold flecks.

If you're a pantser too, you'll be able to relate to this video.  If you aren't, you probably will anyhow, since all those words of wisdom your parents and grandparents shared with you still run through your mind.  I can hear my granny to this day telling me all little boys wanted to do was get in my panties.  I could never figure out what they'd do once they got them on.  How embarassing.  I never wanted to wear Jockey shorts.  Now that I'm older, I realize she was warning me to be a lady.  *lol*

So...I may be camping for the next few months, but I'll be working on Sarah's Hope.  This will be sort of continuation of Sarah's Heart and Passion.  Here's an except closer to the end of that book so you'll better relate to what Sarah is sharing with me now.  She's a chatty one, for sure.

“Really.” He (Wolf) caressed her cheek. “I love you Sarah Collins, and I’d be honored if you would consider spending this life with me. I might have been unselfish enough to have given you up once, but not twice.”

Glee squeezed Sarah’s heart. She’d lived through pure hell in a dream, found the love of her life only to lose him, and now she had a second chance. No way was she missing out on the passion she felt for this man. Locking her arms around his neck, she rested her cheek against his chest, drinking in his warmth, his smell, his feel. “I love you, too, Nathaniel Grey Wolf Elder, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend eternity with…even if it’s on a cattle ranch in Missouri.”




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The Blame Game by Jamie Hill ~ Book Trailer and Half-Price Sale!

 


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Blame it on the Stars: Teacher Catlin McCall has second thoughts about dating the father of a student, but listening to his sweet talk one night under the stars, she finds him hard to resist. They stumble into an impetuous, passionate relationship which leaves them breathless and his family less than thrilled. A not-quite-ex-wife who decides she wants her man back, combined with a pair of manipulative teenagers, make for more problems than either of them are prepared to deal with.

Blame it on the Moon: Dana Naughton returns home after college to teach at the local elementary school. She’s not aware of the struggles her family is going through, but is glad to help however she can. She’s also surprised to learn that Clint Stewart, her old high school sweetheart, is now working for her father.

Blame it on the Sun: Dave Naughton’s laid-back attitude has cost him two sports writing jobs. Fear of commitment and uncertainty may cost him a whole lot more where his personal life is concerned. He’s summoned home to face his father, the owner of the family business and the one man he really doesn’t want to disappoint.

Blame it on the Rain: Charlie Naughton and Jenny Craft grew up together. Their parents were best friends and the kids were inseparable throughout their school years. But when Charlie goes off to college, he’s focusing more on his baseball scholarship than the friend he’s leaving behind. 

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