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September 17, 2016
#SaturdaySpotlight is on Gail Kittleson & In Times Like These
Good Morning Friends!
Today's guest, Gail Kittleson is no stranger to our blog. She's shared treasures and thoughts with us before so I'm going to get right on into spotlighting her book....
Pearl Harbor attacked! The United States is at war.But Addie fights her own battles on the Iowa home front. Her controlling husband Harold vents his rage on her when his father's stoke prevents him from joining the military. He degrades Addie, ridicules her productive victory garden, and even labels her childlessness as God's punishment.When he manipulates his way into a military unit bound for Normandy, Addie learns that her best friend Kate’s pilot husband has died on a mission, leaving her stranded in London in desperate straits.Will Addie find a way to help Kate, and courage to trust God with her future?Excerpt:
The lamb, pink-nosed and healthy looking, snuggled into the crook of his arm. Not far away lay a motionless wooly gray mound—the mother. Addie bit her top lip. This loss would trouble Harold, but at least he saved the orphan.
Sleep mellowed the harsh lines of his face. In this quiet moment, he seemed like a little boy, and Addie imagined away the years.
“Oh, Harold . . . this is who you really are.” On a crossbeam, a barn swallow’s forked tail flicked in its cup-shaped mud nest.
“You’re as headstrong as Orville and as tight-lipped as Berthea, but I know you’re hurting for Joe, somewhere out there in the Pacific.”
A bitter draught razed the dusky alleyway, stirring the tight scent of oats in feeding troughs, a tinge of blood and water from the birthing, and the warm, acrid aroma of fresh manure. So far, the cold restrained the dead ewe’s rancid smell, but by morning, the stench would permeate the building. Harold shifted against the bale and snored, so Addie set the thermos near him and backed away.
“He might not hold me like he does that lamb, but he’s consumed by the war. He can’t think of anything else but Joe going down on the Arizona.” Her bulky chore coat caught on a splinter, so she wrestled it loose. “In time, he’s bound to change. Doesn’t love believe the best and never give up?”
Her whisper bounced back at her. She wanted to help him to bed, but knew better. No, until the old Harold returned, she’d bide her time and practice her own kind of loyalty.
Gail Kittleson taught college expository writing and ESL. She now writes women’s fiction and facilitates writing workshops and women’s retreats. She and her husband enjoy family in northern Iowa, and the Arizona Ponderosa forest in winter.WhiteFire Publishing released Gail’s memoir, Catching Up With Daylight, in 2013, and her debut women’s historical fiction, In This Together (Wild Rose Press/Vintage Imprint) released in 2015. She also contributed to the Little Cab Press 2015 Christmas Anthology,The first novel of her World War II series released recently (In Times Like These), and Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas will release the sequel in February, 2017. You can count on Gail’s heroines to make do with what life hands them, and to overcome great odds.Connect with Gail at the following places...http://www.gailkittleson.com/www.facebook.com/GailKittlesonAuthorhttp://amazon.com/author/gailkittlesonhttps://twitter.com/GailGkittleson
Now here's a short Interview with Gail and a Reader Review of In Times Like These...
How do you see your writing, Gail? As a huge gift. Doing what I love, receiving messages from readers that my memoir and novels make a difference, and encouraging other authors that the long road to publication offers satisfaction brings meaning to me.
If you could change anything about your writing, what would it be?I’d start earlier. I’d believe in myself and my gifts decades ago—but coming to this point took time. As my husband and I often say, “It is what it is.” And life is good.
What advice would you give to an author trying to decide whetheror not to give writing their all? I’d say, “If you really believe you’re calledto this vocation, go for it. But be aware that the work changes you—if you’re willing to embrace transformation, things will go smoother. If you think it’s the road to riches or glory, forget it. You must be content working long, long hours for no visible reward for a long, long time. You must devote yourself to writing, and be satisfied knowing you’ve done your best to put words together in the most meaningful way. Someday, you might find recognition, but the opposite is also possible.”
Review:
"Addie may not have a Purple Heart pinned on her chest, but she’s seen plenty of action and been wounded in battle. In spite of a glowering husband, she manages to grab hold of love and support, some of which reaches her from half a world away. This is a warm, uplifting tale of the power of love overcoming darkness and fear. Addie’s journey to wholeness takes many a turn, but she does not travel alone." "Looking forward to the next stories of Addie and her pals." ~ Machelle L.
Well friends, hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll return weekly for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
PS: Gail has a speaking engagement today but she promised to check in as often as possible so go ahead and leave your comments for her!
Today's guest, Gail Kittleson is no stranger to our blog. She's shared treasures and thoughts with us before so I'm going to get right on into spotlighting her book....
Pearl Harbor attacked! The United States is at war.But Addie fights her own battles on the Iowa home front. Her controlling husband Harold vents his rage on her when his father's stoke prevents him from joining the military. He degrades Addie, ridicules her productive victory garden, and even labels her childlessness as God's punishment.When he manipulates his way into a military unit bound for Normandy, Addie learns that her best friend Kate’s pilot husband has died on a mission, leaving her stranded in London in desperate straits.Will Addie find a way to help Kate, and courage to trust God with her future?Excerpt:
The lamb, pink-nosed and healthy looking, snuggled into the crook of his arm. Not far away lay a motionless wooly gray mound—the mother. Addie bit her top lip. This loss would trouble Harold, but at least he saved the orphan.
Sleep mellowed the harsh lines of his face. In this quiet moment, he seemed like a little boy, and Addie imagined away the years.
“Oh, Harold . . . this is who you really are.” On a crossbeam, a barn swallow’s forked tail flicked in its cup-shaped mud nest.
“You’re as headstrong as Orville and as tight-lipped as Berthea, but I know you’re hurting for Joe, somewhere out there in the Pacific.”
A bitter draught razed the dusky alleyway, stirring the tight scent of oats in feeding troughs, a tinge of blood and water from the birthing, and the warm, acrid aroma of fresh manure. So far, the cold restrained the dead ewe’s rancid smell, but by morning, the stench would permeate the building. Harold shifted against the bale and snored, so Addie set the thermos near him and backed away.
“He might not hold me like he does that lamb, but he’s consumed by the war. He can’t think of anything else but Joe going down on the Arizona.” Her bulky chore coat caught on a splinter, so she wrestled it loose. “In time, he’s bound to change. Doesn’t love believe the best and never give up?”
Her whisper bounced back at her. She wanted to help him to bed, but knew better. No, until the old Harold returned, she’d bide her time and practice her own kind of loyalty.
Gail Kittleson taught college expository writing and ESL. She now writes women’s fiction and facilitates writing workshops and women’s retreats. She and her husband enjoy family in northern Iowa, and the Arizona Ponderosa forest in winter.WhiteFire Publishing released Gail’s memoir, Catching Up With Daylight, in 2013, and her debut women’s historical fiction, In This Together (Wild Rose Press/Vintage Imprint) released in 2015. She also contributed to the Little Cab Press 2015 Christmas Anthology,The first novel of her World War II series released recently (In Times Like These), and Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas will release the sequel in February, 2017. You can count on Gail’s heroines to make do with what life hands them, and to overcome great odds.Connect with Gail at the following places...http://www.gailkittleson.com/www.facebook.com/GailKittlesonAuthorhttp://amazon.com/author/gailkittlesonhttps://twitter.com/GailGkittlesonNow here's a short Interview with Gail and a Reader Review of In Times Like These...
How do you see your writing, Gail? As a huge gift. Doing what I love, receiving messages from readers that my memoir and novels make a difference, and encouraging other authors that the long road to publication offers satisfaction brings meaning to me.
If you could change anything about your writing, what would it be?I’d start earlier. I’d believe in myself and my gifts decades ago—but coming to this point took time. As my husband and I often say, “It is what it is.” And life is good.
What advice would you give to an author trying to decide whetheror not to give writing their all? I’d say, “If you really believe you’re calledto this vocation, go for it. But be aware that the work changes you—if you’re willing to embrace transformation, things will go smoother. If you think it’s the road to riches or glory, forget it. You must be content working long, long hours for no visible reward for a long, long time. You must devote yourself to writing, and be satisfied knowing you’ve done your best to put words together in the most meaningful way. Someday, you might find recognition, but the opposite is also possible.”
Review:
"Addie may not have a Purple Heart pinned on her chest, but she’s seen plenty of action and been wounded in battle. In spite of a glowering husband, she manages to grab hold of love and support, some of which reaches her from half a world away. This is a warm, uplifting tale of the power of love overcoming darkness and fear. Addie’s journey to wholeness takes many a turn, but she does not travel alone." "Looking forward to the next stories of Addie and her pals." ~ Machelle L.
Well friends, hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll return weekly for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
PS: Gail has a speaking engagement today but she promised to check in as often as possible so go ahead and leave your comments for her!
September 15, 2016
#ThursdayThoughts Fall #RomanticTravel with Katherine Bone
Good Morning Friends!
Time for another Fall Romantic Travel idea this time with a new-to-me/the blog author, Katherine Bone.
Enjoy!
Thank you for welcoming me aboard, Lady Pamela! There’s nothing I’d rather do than share the one place I’d like to plan a romantic getaway, the Biltmore Estatein Asheville, NC. Built between 1889 and 1895 by George Washington Vanderbilt II, and still owned by his descendants, the Biltmore is a 12,000 square foot, luxurious mansion-like castle situated in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The sprawling grounds cover 8,000 acres, sure to rival any working European estate. Built in the Châteauesquestyle, the Biltmore is one of the most sought after romantic getaways in the southern US and was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1964. What could be more romantic than a stroll through the Biltmore’s gardens and grounds? How about sampling vintage wines at the Biltmore Winerywhile observing spectacular autumn foliage? For more information or to arrange your romantic tour, click here.
Can’t travel to the Biltmore? Books are the most affordable way to travel to luxurious getaways like the one in Asheville, NC. I’m happy to share my next book, The Pirate's Debt , Regent’s Revenge book 2, released September 13th and takes place along the Cornwall coast! If you like second chances, pirates, and romance, this is a great escape for you!
Lady Chloe Walsingham is an enthusiastic gothic romance reader and hopeless romantic focused solely on finding her perfect hero. She also happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble. So when the man she loves disappears after a scandalous duel, she decides to follow him to the ends of the Earth. To do so, however, Chloe must evade her brother, an infamous revenue man, and board a ship bound for Penzance. And nothing in her beloved books can prepare her for the harsh realities of wreckers who ply the coast.
After his father destroyed the lives of countless innocent people, Basil Halford, Earl of Markwick is willing to do anything to earn back his honor. Betrayed by his blood and his reputation ruined, Markwick answers the request of a well-heeled duke and dons the Black Regent’s mask to repay the debt. His task? Rescuing a young woman who is chasing down a ghost of a man.But a pirate has plenty of enemies, and Markwick isn’t any different. No matter how diligent a captain he may be, sailing to Lady Chloe’s rescue involves risking not only the Regent’s legacy but the last thing he can afford to lose…his heart. Amazon Nook Kobo Apple
~ Excerpt ~
Markwick stiffened. Blackmoor’s reasons for enlisting Markwick’s help were triggered by love for his wife. Markwick’s sense of responsibility went deeper, to a place he’d never allowed himself to go out of respect for Walsingham. While it was true that Chloe had exceeded many levels of Markwick’s patience when she was younger, since his engagement to Prudence, she’d shown herself to be intelligent, talented, loyal, and a most beloved sister and friend. She was also enamored by the Black Regent, which put his identity at even greater risk.What could he do? How far was he willing to go to bring Chloe home safe and sound?“For the duchess’s sake,” he began, “I will do my best to find Chloe. You have my word.”“Remember, her willful head is in the clouds. That, dear friend, makes her dangerous. If she spies her brother, she will most likely flee to avoid facing his ire. But if you find her . . . well, that is a trap well laid.”“Surely you place too much—”“I’ve promised my wife that you will find her before Walsingham does.”Markwick bowed. “I shall strive to earn your confidence.”He gazed at the missive in Blackmoor’s hand once more, suspecting something else was responsible for the duke’s persistence that Markwick should be the one to locate Chloe. “What’s in the letter?”Blackmoor handed him the missive, then strode to the door. “Have a care for your soul, Markwick. While the Fury demands forte, females rein a tempest of emotions sure to drown better men.”Markwick straightened. “Aye, sir,” he said, gazing down at the note.The screen door slammed. When he looked up again, Blackmoor was gone.Markwick opened the note, then leaned back on the desk. His jaw slackened at the words on the page.
My dearest friend,
I ask you one question: is a body unhappy about another unless she is in love? I fear we both know the answer to that now, and a gentle violence thrills my soul as I share with you that I intend to sail with the tide. I cannot face the snares and wiles of this world without love to recommend me. Therefore, I beseech you to keep my secret, for you are the only one I trust.
Markwick has disappeared. As you are no longer betrothed, I am finally at liberty to confess to you that I love him. I have always loved him, and I cannot bear for him to suffer alone. Sources close to my brother inform me that a man fitting Markwick’s description has been seen in Torquay. Therefore, I’ve attained passage for myself and my maid aboard the Valerian.
Do not be alarmed for my person or harden your heart against me. Dry your earnest tears. My virtuous intentions steer me toward a higher destiny.
Resourcefully yours,Chloe Walsingham
Markwick shut his gaping mouth, then crumpled the letter in his hand.It couldn’t be true. Blackmoor was right? Chloe loved him? How was that possible? Why? Until now, he had always perceived her attention as infatuation because he’d been the only man her brother allowed around her.He dropped the foolscap and swiped his fingers through his hair. If he failed to rescue Chloe from another one of her outlandish adventures, Prudence would blame him. Which meant Blackmoor would blame him. Not to mention Chloe’s brother. If Walsingham found out Markwick had known where Chloe was bound and hadn’t alerted him, the bond between friends would be severed for good, making his stint as the Black Regent even more perilous. If anything happened to her, Walsingham would not rest until Markwick was hunted down. That endangered the Regent’s whole design. And a dead Regent could not help the people of Cornwall and Devon.Markwick hopped forward and yanked open the cabin’s screen door.Pye stood there, just outside the door, waiting. “What be your orders, Cap’n?”Had Blackmoor ordered the one-legged pirate to stand there? “Notify the crew that we have a target in our sights. We make way with the tide.”“Aye, sir.” The salty pirate grinned. “As soon as I’d seen the ol’ cap’n, I knew we’d have us an adventure ahead.”“Spare me your excitement,” Markwick grumbled. “This adventuremay very well lead to my bloody end.”
National best-selling historical romance author Katherine Bonehas been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat turned officer’s wife. Who knew that an Army wife’s passion for romance novels would lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater’s adage is “Go Army. Beat Navy!” Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives with her rogue in the south where she writes about rogues, rebels, and rakes—aka pirates, lords, captains, duty, honor, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and damsel deserve.
Ports of Call:
Official FAN Links for Katherine Bone:Website Facebook- Official Fan Page Twitter Amazon Author Page Goodreads
Wow...I passed through Ashevill, NC last week but didn't get a chance to visit the Biltmore Estate. It is definitely on my 'to do' list though!
Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless!
PamT
Time for another Fall Romantic Travel idea this time with a new-to-me/the blog author, Katherine Bone.
Enjoy!
Thank you for welcoming me aboard, Lady Pamela! There’s nothing I’d rather do than share the one place I’d like to plan a romantic getaway, the Biltmore Estatein Asheville, NC. Built between 1889 and 1895 by George Washington Vanderbilt II, and still owned by his descendants, the Biltmore is a 12,000 square foot, luxurious mansion-like castle situated in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The sprawling grounds cover 8,000 acres, sure to rival any working European estate. Built in the Châteauesquestyle, the Biltmore is one of the most sought after romantic getaways in the southern US and was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1964. What could be more romantic than a stroll through the Biltmore’s gardens and grounds? How about sampling vintage wines at the Biltmore Winerywhile observing spectacular autumn foliage? For more information or to arrange your romantic tour, click here. Can’t travel to the Biltmore? Books are the most affordable way to travel to luxurious getaways like the one in Asheville, NC. I’m happy to share my next book, The Pirate's Debt , Regent’s Revenge book 2, released September 13th and takes place along the Cornwall coast! If you like second chances, pirates, and romance, this is a great escape for you!
Lady Chloe Walsingham is an enthusiastic gothic romance reader and hopeless romantic focused solely on finding her perfect hero. She also happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble. So when the man she loves disappears after a scandalous duel, she decides to follow him to the ends of the Earth. To do so, however, Chloe must evade her brother, an infamous revenue man, and board a ship bound for Penzance. And nothing in her beloved books can prepare her for the harsh realities of wreckers who ply the coast.
After his father destroyed the lives of countless innocent people, Basil Halford, Earl of Markwick is willing to do anything to earn back his honor. Betrayed by his blood and his reputation ruined, Markwick answers the request of a well-heeled duke and dons the Black Regent’s mask to repay the debt. His task? Rescuing a young woman who is chasing down a ghost of a man.But a pirate has plenty of enemies, and Markwick isn’t any different. No matter how diligent a captain he may be, sailing to Lady Chloe’s rescue involves risking not only the Regent’s legacy but the last thing he can afford to lose…his heart. Amazon Nook Kobo Apple
~ Excerpt ~
Markwick stiffened. Blackmoor’s reasons for enlisting Markwick’s help were triggered by love for his wife. Markwick’s sense of responsibility went deeper, to a place he’d never allowed himself to go out of respect for Walsingham. While it was true that Chloe had exceeded many levels of Markwick’s patience when she was younger, since his engagement to Prudence, she’d shown herself to be intelligent, talented, loyal, and a most beloved sister and friend. She was also enamored by the Black Regent, which put his identity at even greater risk.What could he do? How far was he willing to go to bring Chloe home safe and sound?“For the duchess’s sake,” he began, “I will do my best to find Chloe. You have my word.”“Remember, her willful head is in the clouds. That, dear friend, makes her dangerous. If she spies her brother, she will most likely flee to avoid facing his ire. But if you find her . . . well, that is a trap well laid.”“Surely you place too much—”“I’ve promised my wife that you will find her before Walsingham does.”Markwick bowed. “I shall strive to earn your confidence.”He gazed at the missive in Blackmoor’s hand once more, suspecting something else was responsible for the duke’s persistence that Markwick should be the one to locate Chloe. “What’s in the letter?”Blackmoor handed him the missive, then strode to the door. “Have a care for your soul, Markwick. While the Fury demands forte, females rein a tempest of emotions sure to drown better men.”Markwick straightened. “Aye, sir,” he said, gazing down at the note.The screen door slammed. When he looked up again, Blackmoor was gone.Markwick opened the note, then leaned back on the desk. His jaw slackened at the words on the page.
My dearest friend,
I ask you one question: is a body unhappy about another unless she is in love? I fear we both know the answer to that now, and a gentle violence thrills my soul as I share with you that I intend to sail with the tide. I cannot face the snares and wiles of this world without love to recommend me. Therefore, I beseech you to keep my secret, for you are the only one I trust.
Markwick has disappeared. As you are no longer betrothed, I am finally at liberty to confess to you that I love him. I have always loved him, and I cannot bear for him to suffer alone. Sources close to my brother inform me that a man fitting Markwick’s description has been seen in Torquay. Therefore, I’ve attained passage for myself and my maid aboard the Valerian.
Do not be alarmed for my person or harden your heart against me. Dry your earnest tears. My virtuous intentions steer me toward a higher destiny.
Resourcefully yours,Chloe Walsingham
Markwick shut his gaping mouth, then crumpled the letter in his hand.It couldn’t be true. Blackmoor was right? Chloe loved him? How was that possible? Why? Until now, he had always perceived her attention as infatuation because he’d been the only man her brother allowed around her.He dropped the foolscap and swiped his fingers through his hair. If he failed to rescue Chloe from another one of her outlandish adventures, Prudence would blame him. Which meant Blackmoor would blame him. Not to mention Chloe’s brother. If Walsingham found out Markwick had known where Chloe was bound and hadn’t alerted him, the bond between friends would be severed for good, making his stint as the Black Regent even more perilous. If anything happened to her, Walsingham would not rest until Markwick was hunted down. That endangered the Regent’s whole design. And a dead Regent could not help the people of Cornwall and Devon.Markwick hopped forward and yanked open the cabin’s screen door.Pye stood there, just outside the door, waiting. “What be your orders, Cap’n?”Had Blackmoor ordered the one-legged pirate to stand there? “Notify the crew that we have a target in our sights. We make way with the tide.”“Aye, sir.” The salty pirate grinned. “As soon as I’d seen the ol’ cap’n, I knew we’d have us an adventure ahead.”“Spare me your excitement,” Markwick grumbled. “This adventuremay very well lead to my bloody end.”
National best-selling historical romance author Katherine Bonehas been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat turned officer’s wife. Who knew that an Army wife’s passion for romance novels would lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater’s adage is “Go Army. Beat Navy!” Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives with her rogue in the south where she writes about rogues, rebels, and rakes—aka pirates, lords, captains, duty, honor, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and damsel deserve.Ports of Call:
Official FAN Links for Katherine Bone:Website Facebook- Official Fan Page Twitter Amazon Author Page Goodreads
Wow...I passed through Ashevill, NC last week but didn't get a chance to visit the Biltmore Estate. It is definitely on my 'to do' list though!
Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless!
PamT
September 13, 2016
#TuesdayTreasures Fall #RomanticTravel with Diana Rubino!
Good Morning Friends,
Well I made it back from my SC/NC vacation and will be sharing those memories with you ASAHP....but right now our Fall Romantic Travel blog hop is in full swing.
Want to see all of the posts? Just go to Twitter or Google and search for #RomanticTravel....they should pop up. Meanwhile, let's see what our guest has to share with us....
I believe the most romantic spot on earth is Venice, Italy. When you get off the train, walk through the station, and open the doors, it’s like stepping into a fairy tale. The streets are all canals, and ornate ancient bridges span the canals, including the famous Bridge of Sighs, where prisoners gazed upon the city for the last time on their way to be locked up. On our last trip to Venice, I planned the trip to coincide with the full moon. When darkness fell, my husband and I had dinner and walked around. No moon yet. We stopped at a café and had gelato and cappuccino. No moon yet. We crossed a bridge and strolled some more. Still no moon. Finally, at 11:30, it rose, glowing and sending shimmering moonbeams over the canals. So I hadn’t figured what time that full moon was supposed to appear!
THE NEW YORK SAGA by Diana RubinoPoverty, Prejudice and Murder Won’t Stand in the Way of True Love
The New York Saga spans three generations of the McGlory family, starting in 1894 amidst the poverty and crime on New York’s Lower East Side, through the wild, boozy years of Prohibition, and ending in 1963 as the country mourned President Kennedy’s assassination.
In Book One, FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET, it's 1894 on New York’s Lower East Side. Irish cop Tom McGlory and Italian immigrant Vita Caputo fall in love despite their different upbringings. While Tom works undercover to help Ted Roosevelt purge police corruption, Vita's father arranges a marriage between her and a man she despises. When Tom’s cousin is murdered, Vita’s father and brother languish in jail, charged with the crime. Can Vita and Tom’s love survive poverty, hatred, and corruption?
In Book Two, BOOTLEG BROADWAY, it’s 1932. Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of his marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty “businessman” Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more: fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical.
Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it’s far too late…
THE END OF CAMELOT begins on the day Camelot truly ended—November 22, 1963. The assassination of a president devastates America. But a phone call brings even more tragic news to Vikki Ward—her TV reporter husband was found dead in his Dallas hotel room that morning.
Finding his notes, Vikki realizes her husband was embroiled in the plot to kill JFK—but his mission was to prevent it. When the Dallas police rule his death accidental, Vikki sets out to find out who was behind the murders of JFK and her husband.
Vikki falls in love with Aldobrandi Po, the bodyguard her godfather hired to protect her. But he's engaged to be married, and she’s still mourning her husband. Can they find happiness in the wake of all this tragedy?
An Excerpt from FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET
As Vita gathered her soap and towel, Madame Branchard tapped on her door. “You have a gentleman caller, Vita. A policeman.”“Tom?” His name lingered on her lips as she repeated it. She dropped her things and crossed the room.“No, hon. Another policeman. Theodore something.” No. There can't be anything wrong. “Thanks,” she whispered, descending the steps, gripping the banister to support her wobbly legs. Stay calm! she warned herself. But of course it was no use; staying calm just wasn't her nature.“Theodore something” stood before the closed parlor door. He’s a policeman? Tall and hefty, a bold pink shirt peeking out of a buttoned waistcoat and fitted jacket, he looked way out of place against the dainty patterned wallpaper. He removed his hat. “Miss Caputo.” He strained to keep his voice soft as he held out a piece of paper. “I’m police commissioner Theodore Roosevelt.”“Yes?” Her voice shook.“I have a summons for you.” He held it out to her. But she stood rooted to that spot. He stepped closer and she took it from him, unfolding it with icy fingers. Why would she be served with a summons? Was someone arresting her now for something she didn't do? A shot of anger tore through her at this system, at everything she wanted to change. She flipped it open and saw the word SUMMONS in fancy script at the top. Her eyes widened with each sentence as she read. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”I hereby order Miss Vita Caputo to enter into holy matrimony with Mr. Thomas McGlory immediately following service of this summons.
An Excerpt from BOOTLEG BROADWAY (my favorite passage, which made my aunt cringe)
Pru had kept closemouthed all day about what she was giving him for his birthday. He badgered and hounded her, but she wouldn’t give in. As Ma began divvying up the rum cake, the doorbell rang, and Da came back with a long box. “This thing’s heavy. What’s in here, Pru? Billy’s tombstone?”Billy cut the ribbon with the cake knife and slid the lid off. Wads of tissue paper filled the box. As he removed the last layer of covering and revealed what was inside, they all gasped—a sculpture of a naked man, in all his masculine glory—and fully aroused. He had one hand on his hip and one foot upon a pedestal on which was inscribed in bold letters, “BILLY.”“Oh, crap.” His face turned red hot.
An Excerpt from THE END OF CAMELOT
Billy came down the stairs for a nightcap and glanced into the living room. He noticed the glow in the fireplace, Vikki’s eyeglasses and the anisette bottle on the table. The couch faced the other way, but nobody was sitting on it. “Where’d they go?” Then he realized they hadn’t gone anywhere—and they were on the couch, but not sitting. Before he got out of their way, he placed a long-playing record on the phonograph. Jackie Gleason’s “For Lovers Only.”
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About Diana
I'm a self-confessed history nut, my favorite eras being Medieval and Renaissance England, and all American history. I've written several novels set in England and the U.S., two time travel romances, a vampire romance, and an urban fantasy, FAKIN’ IT which received a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I'm a longtime member of Romance Writers of America and the Richard III Society. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano and devour books of any genre.
Wow...a trip to Venice would certainly be something to treasure!
Hope you enjoyed today's post. The Fall Romantic Travel will go on until the first week of November then we'll get back to our regularly scheduled Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight!
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
Well I made it back from my SC/NC vacation and will be sharing those memories with you ASAHP....but right now our Fall Romantic Travel blog hop is in full swing.
Want to see all of the posts? Just go to Twitter or Google and search for #RomanticTravel....they should pop up. Meanwhile, let's see what our guest has to share with us....
I believe the most romantic spot on earth is Venice, Italy. When you get off the train, walk through the station, and open the doors, it’s like stepping into a fairy tale. The streets are all canals, and ornate ancient bridges span the canals, including the famous Bridge of Sighs, where prisoners gazed upon the city for the last time on their way to be locked up. On our last trip to Venice, I planned the trip to coincide with the full moon. When darkness fell, my husband and I had dinner and walked around. No moon yet. We stopped at a café and had gelato and cappuccino. No moon yet. We crossed a bridge and strolled some more. Still no moon. Finally, at 11:30, it rose, glowing and sending shimmering moonbeams over the canals. So I hadn’t figured what time that full moon was supposed to appear!
THE NEW YORK SAGA by Diana RubinoPoverty, Prejudice and Murder Won’t Stand in the Way of True LoveThe New York Saga spans three generations of the McGlory family, starting in 1894 amidst the poverty and crime on New York’s Lower East Side, through the wild, boozy years of Prohibition, and ending in 1963 as the country mourned President Kennedy’s assassination.
In Book One, FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET, it's 1894 on New York’s Lower East Side. Irish cop Tom McGlory and Italian immigrant Vita Caputo fall in love despite their different upbringings. While Tom works undercover to help Ted Roosevelt purge police corruption, Vita's father arranges a marriage between her and a man she despises. When Tom’s cousin is murdered, Vita’s father and brother languish in jail, charged with the crime. Can Vita and Tom’s love survive poverty, hatred, and corruption?
In Book Two, BOOTLEG BROADWAY, it’s 1932. Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of his marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty “businessman” Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more: fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical.
Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it’s far too late…
THE END OF CAMELOT begins on the day Camelot truly ended—November 22, 1963. The assassination of a president devastates America. But a phone call brings even more tragic news to Vikki Ward—her TV reporter husband was found dead in his Dallas hotel room that morning.
Finding his notes, Vikki realizes her husband was embroiled in the plot to kill JFK—but his mission was to prevent it. When the Dallas police rule his death accidental, Vikki sets out to find out who was behind the murders of JFK and her husband.
Vikki falls in love with Aldobrandi Po, the bodyguard her godfather hired to protect her. But he's engaged to be married, and she’s still mourning her husband. Can they find happiness in the wake of all this tragedy?
An Excerpt from FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET
As Vita gathered her soap and towel, Madame Branchard tapped on her door. “You have a gentleman caller, Vita. A policeman.”“Tom?” His name lingered on her lips as she repeated it. She dropped her things and crossed the room.“No, hon. Another policeman. Theodore something.” No. There can't be anything wrong. “Thanks,” she whispered, descending the steps, gripping the banister to support her wobbly legs. Stay calm! she warned herself. But of course it was no use; staying calm just wasn't her nature.“Theodore something” stood before the closed parlor door. He’s a policeman? Tall and hefty, a bold pink shirt peeking out of a buttoned waistcoat and fitted jacket, he looked way out of place against the dainty patterned wallpaper. He removed his hat. “Miss Caputo.” He strained to keep his voice soft as he held out a piece of paper. “I’m police commissioner Theodore Roosevelt.”“Yes?” Her voice shook.“I have a summons for you.” He held it out to her. But she stood rooted to that spot. He stepped closer and she took it from him, unfolding it with icy fingers. Why would she be served with a summons? Was someone arresting her now for something she didn't do? A shot of anger tore through her at this system, at everything she wanted to change. She flipped it open and saw the word SUMMONS in fancy script at the top. Her eyes widened with each sentence as she read. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”I hereby order Miss Vita Caputo to enter into holy matrimony with Mr. Thomas McGlory immediately following service of this summons.
An Excerpt from BOOTLEG BROADWAY (my favorite passage, which made my aunt cringe)
Pru had kept closemouthed all day about what she was giving him for his birthday. He badgered and hounded her, but she wouldn’t give in. As Ma began divvying up the rum cake, the doorbell rang, and Da came back with a long box. “This thing’s heavy. What’s in here, Pru? Billy’s tombstone?”Billy cut the ribbon with the cake knife and slid the lid off. Wads of tissue paper filled the box. As he removed the last layer of covering and revealed what was inside, they all gasped—a sculpture of a naked man, in all his masculine glory—and fully aroused. He had one hand on his hip and one foot upon a pedestal on which was inscribed in bold letters, “BILLY.”“Oh, crap.” His face turned red hot.
An Excerpt from THE END OF CAMELOT
Billy came down the stairs for a nightcap and glanced into the living room. He noticed the glow in the fireplace, Vikki’s eyeglasses and the anisette bottle on the table. The couch faced the other way, but nobody was sitting on it. “Where’d they go?” Then he realized they hadn’t gone anywhere—and they were on the couch, but not sitting. Before he got out of their way, he placed a long-playing record on the phonograph. Jackie Gleason’s “For Lovers Only.”
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About Diana
I'm a self-confessed history nut, my favorite eras being Medieval and Renaissance England, and all American history. I've written several novels set in England and the U.S., two time travel romances, a vampire romance, and an urban fantasy, FAKIN’ IT which received a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I'm a longtime member of Romance Writers of America and the Richard III Society. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano and devour books of any genre.
Wow...a trip to Venice would certainly be something to treasure!
Hope you enjoyed today's post. The Fall Romantic Travel will go on until the first week of November then we'll get back to our regularly scheduled Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight!
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
September 10, 2016
#SaturdaySpotlight Fall #RomanticTravel with Patricia Preston
Good Morning from Hattiesburg, MS!
Well my vacation to South & North Carolina is coming to an end. Left Cherokee, NC yesterday and will arrive back home in Louisiana this afternoon.
Today's guest is not a complete stranger to our blog. Patricia shared some treasures with us in June but returns to share some Fall Romantic Travels!
#RomanticTravel Fall Beauty along #NatchezTrace #GiftCardGiveaway
I love autumn and the Natchez Trace in Tennessee has provided me with plenty of inspiration for the fictional setting, Lafayette Falls, that I’m using in my contemporary romances for Lyrical Shine. The drive is leisurely and stunning along the Trace in the fall. This is a national parkway so there are no stores, gas stations, power lines or commercial traffic on the Trace. It is steeped in history along with pastoral beauty. Great for photographers.
So if you want to get out on a pretty fall day for a drive and a picnic, check out these places.
Rock Creek. You can skip across the creek on square rocks. Fall Hollow is a lovely waterfall. I used it as a model for the waterfall in my book. It is an easy walk from the roadside. Jackson Fall is a larger waterfall and a longer hike from the road. There is also a portion of the original Trace that you can hike. This is the path Jackson’s army took on the way home from the Battle of New Orleans. One of my favorite overlooks is Baker’s Bluff which features a working 19-century farm. To learn more about all the sightseeing stops along the Trace, go to https://www.nps.gov/natr/index.htm https://www.facebook.com/natcheztracetravel/?fref=ts
New Release! One Week in Your Arms
My newest book, ONE WEEK IN YOUR ARMS, is mainstream contemporary romance filled with witty, charismatic characters. The fun, fast-paced plot features a secret baby, a billionaire baby daddy hero who needs a pretend girlfriend for a week, and a young doctor who is desperate to keep her child a secret. Unfortunately for the intrepid heroine, Marla, she needs money for her community clinic so she has no choice but to spend a week in paradise with the one man who can destroy her life. How can she say no? (Personally, I couldn’t say no. Could you?)
BlurbIT STARTED WITH A FLING...
Six years ago, Dr. Marla Grant gave into temptation with a gorgeous man. Now the medical director of Lafayette Falls Community Clinic and a single mom to a little girl, Marla finds herself in a dilemma when the funding for the community clinic is threatened by none other than the powerful man of her long-ago fling and unsuspecting father of her child...
Carson Blackwell has never forgotten bright, beautiful Marla. When he discovers that she works at the clinic his grandmother's foundation sponsors, it's the perfect opportunity to end to his ongoing infatuation and use his leverage to cement a new business deal. He needs a fake girlfriend for one week in Hawaii, and Marla is just the woman for the job. It's a win-win situation, until they realize the attraction between them isn't feigned, and the heat has never died down. Only the secrets they're both keeping stand in the way of a future together and a love that could last a lifetime.
Excerpt from One Week in Your Arms
She picked up the letter opener. Her heart palpitated in sheer terror as she slid the opener under the flap of the envelope. With the envelope open, she peeped inside to see one folded sheet of stationery. After six years, what could he possibly have to say? She pictured him, standing beside a black truck in the drive of Royal Oaks, an old estate belonging to his grandmother. She recalled the date. June twenty-eighth. The day they had said goodbye had been a warm, blustery day in Tennessee. A summer storm was heading toward the rolling hills near Nashville. The wind made a mess of Carson’s unruly dark hair. His dark blue eyes were hidden by a pair of mirrored lens aviators, and his alpha-male physique tested the seams of his polo shirt. “If I’m ever back in town, I’ll look you up,” he promised as their casual affair came to an inevitable end. For three weeks, they had been together and finally, the time had come for them to go their separate ways. She hadn’t realized it would be so difficult. “Sure.” She forced a smile of goodwill. After all, they weren’t parting in anger, or in love for that matter. And it was unlikely that she would ever see him again. “I had a great time,” she confessed boldly. She’d loved every minute of their brief, steamy affair. Talk about a summer break to remember. She grinned.He gave her cheek a stroke. “You’ll make a great doctor.”“You think so?”“Yeah.” He grinned. “You certainly know all there is to know about male anatomy.” “Yours, at least.” She laughed. Then she hopped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. “Goodbye, Carson Blackwell.” She stepped away from him. Now was the time to face what was ahead. A grueling three-year residency. There would be no more time for long summer nights, tangled sheets, and sighs against swollen lips. She walked toward her small, sturdy hatchback. Before she opened the driver’s door, she looked up and met his gaze. “Goodbye,” he called. At that moment, she’d had an odd sensation in her chest that her life was never going to be the same.
Buy Links:Amazon http://amzn.to/1SCo3liNook http://bit.ly/1VmaHruKobo http://bit.ly/1Vma8OeiBooks http://apple.co/1W6y6l6
Author Bio
Patricia Preston writes witty mainstream romances where love matters most. You are her reader if you like funny, passionate, feel good reads. Must haves in her writing cave include sweet tea and music. Besides writing, she loves music, history, movies, and anything containing chocolate. Her dream-come-true would be a townhouse in the French Quarter so she could party twenty-four seven. She never misses Supernatural or the Walking Dead. Sam, Dean, and Darryl fangirl!! She is repped by the Seymour Agency and currently working on a contemporary romance series, Love Heals All, for Lyrical Shine imprint of Kensington Books.
Author Links: Webpage Amazon BookBub Facebook TwitterGoodreads
Giveaway!
Win a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a batch of my Kindle ebooks! Leave a comment with your contact email on this blog to enter the giveaway or go to http://patricia-preston.blogspot.com/2016/09/celebrating-new-release-monthwin-amazon.html.
Drawing will be on Sept 30th. Winner notified via email and posted on my blog.
Wow...sounds like a good book.
Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight. Stay tuned each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
Well my vacation to South & North Carolina is coming to an end. Left Cherokee, NC yesterday and will arrive back home in Louisiana this afternoon.
Today's guest is not a complete stranger to our blog. Patricia shared some treasures with us in June but returns to share some Fall Romantic Travels!
#RomanticTravel Fall Beauty along #NatchezTrace #GiftCardGiveaway
I love autumn and the Natchez Trace in Tennessee has provided me with plenty of inspiration for the fictional setting, Lafayette Falls, that I’m using in my contemporary romances for Lyrical Shine. The drive is leisurely and stunning along the Trace in the fall. This is a national parkway so there are no stores, gas stations, power lines or commercial traffic on the Trace. It is steeped in history along with pastoral beauty. Great for photographers.So if you want to get out on a pretty fall day for a drive and a picnic, check out these places.
Rock Creek. You can skip across the creek on square rocks. Fall Hollow is a lovely waterfall. I used it as a model for the waterfall in my book. It is an easy walk from the roadside. Jackson Fall is a larger waterfall and a longer hike from the road. There is also a portion of the original Trace that you can hike. This is the path Jackson’s army took on the way home from the Battle of New Orleans. One of my favorite overlooks is Baker’s Bluff which features a working 19-century farm. To learn more about all the sightseeing stops along the Trace, go to https://www.nps.gov/natr/index.htm https://www.facebook.com/natcheztracetravel/?fref=ts
New Release! One Week in Your Arms
My newest book, ONE WEEK IN YOUR ARMS, is mainstream contemporary romance filled with witty, charismatic characters. The fun, fast-paced plot features a secret baby, a billionaire baby daddy hero who needs a pretend girlfriend for a week, and a young doctor who is desperate to keep her child a secret. Unfortunately for the intrepid heroine, Marla, she needs money for her community clinic so she has no choice but to spend a week in paradise with the one man who can destroy her life. How can she say no? (Personally, I couldn’t say no. Could you?)
BlurbIT STARTED WITH A FLING...
Six years ago, Dr. Marla Grant gave into temptation with a gorgeous man. Now the medical director of Lafayette Falls Community Clinic and a single mom to a little girl, Marla finds herself in a dilemma when the funding for the community clinic is threatened by none other than the powerful man of her long-ago fling and unsuspecting father of her child...
Carson Blackwell has never forgotten bright, beautiful Marla. When he discovers that she works at the clinic his grandmother's foundation sponsors, it's the perfect opportunity to end to his ongoing infatuation and use his leverage to cement a new business deal. He needs a fake girlfriend for one week in Hawaii, and Marla is just the woman for the job. It's a win-win situation, until they realize the attraction between them isn't feigned, and the heat has never died down. Only the secrets they're both keeping stand in the way of a future together and a love that could last a lifetime.
Excerpt from One Week in Your Arms
She picked up the letter opener. Her heart palpitated in sheer terror as she slid the opener under the flap of the envelope. With the envelope open, she peeped inside to see one folded sheet of stationery. After six years, what could he possibly have to say? She pictured him, standing beside a black truck in the drive of Royal Oaks, an old estate belonging to his grandmother. She recalled the date. June twenty-eighth. The day they had said goodbye had been a warm, blustery day in Tennessee. A summer storm was heading toward the rolling hills near Nashville. The wind made a mess of Carson’s unruly dark hair. His dark blue eyes were hidden by a pair of mirrored lens aviators, and his alpha-male physique tested the seams of his polo shirt. “If I’m ever back in town, I’ll look you up,” he promised as their casual affair came to an inevitable end. For three weeks, they had been together and finally, the time had come for them to go their separate ways. She hadn’t realized it would be so difficult. “Sure.” She forced a smile of goodwill. After all, they weren’t parting in anger, or in love for that matter. And it was unlikely that she would ever see him again. “I had a great time,” she confessed boldly. She’d loved every minute of their brief, steamy affair. Talk about a summer break to remember. She grinned.He gave her cheek a stroke. “You’ll make a great doctor.”“You think so?”“Yeah.” He grinned. “You certainly know all there is to know about male anatomy.” “Yours, at least.” She laughed. Then she hopped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. “Goodbye, Carson Blackwell.” She stepped away from him. Now was the time to face what was ahead. A grueling three-year residency. There would be no more time for long summer nights, tangled sheets, and sighs against swollen lips. She walked toward her small, sturdy hatchback. Before she opened the driver’s door, she looked up and met his gaze. “Goodbye,” he called. At that moment, she’d had an odd sensation in her chest that her life was never going to be the same.
Buy Links:Amazon http://amzn.to/1SCo3liNook http://bit.ly/1VmaHruKobo http://bit.ly/1Vma8OeiBooks http://apple.co/1W6y6l6
Author BioPatricia Preston writes witty mainstream romances where love matters most. You are her reader if you like funny, passionate, feel good reads. Must haves in her writing cave include sweet tea and music. Besides writing, she loves music, history, movies, and anything containing chocolate. Her dream-come-true would be a townhouse in the French Quarter so she could party twenty-four seven. She never misses Supernatural or the Walking Dead. Sam, Dean, and Darryl fangirl!! She is repped by the Seymour Agency and currently working on a contemporary romance series, Love Heals All, for Lyrical Shine imprint of Kensington Books.
Author Links: Webpage Amazon BookBub Facebook TwitterGoodreads
Giveaway!
Win a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a batch of my Kindle ebooks! Leave a comment with your contact email on this blog to enter the giveaway or go to http://patricia-preston.blogspot.com/2016/09/celebrating-new-release-monthwin-amazon.html.
Drawing will be on Sept 30th. Winner notified via email and posted on my blog.
Wow...sounds like a good book.
Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight. Stay tuned each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless! PamT
September 8, 2016
#ThursdayThoughts Fall #RomanticTravel with Linda McLaughlin!
Good Morning!
As I mentioned on Tuesday Treasures, August 30th, I'm participating in the #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange with a few other authors.
Today is the first of those posts with my guest, Linda McLaughlin as she takes us to Quebec....
Quebec is one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian War-set historical romance, Rogue’s Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.
After a few days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires, the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this lovely little church.
Since I wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well, we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort and battlefield.
On the last day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.
(Note: I took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.
You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Blog: http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LindaMcLaughlinAuthor
Twitter: @LyndiLamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Now let's find out a little about Linda's latest book.....
His hostage...
In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.
Her destiny...
French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left. But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Excerpt:
Quebec, Canada, April 1759
The journey was almost over.
Eyes narrowed against the glare off the water, Jacques stared at the approaching skyline of Quebec as the bateau rushed downriver. Perched on the north side of the Saint Lawrence River, the city’s walls and fortifications guarded the way into the interior of New France. Though the British had tried twice, the city had never fallen. But Jacques knew that sooner or later they would try again.
He glanced at Mara, who sat beside him, huddled in her shawl, shivering slightly. When he put an arm around her and pulled her closer, she burrowed against him. Guilt and regret stirred inside him. She was the reason he had requested a transfer back to Quebec. Since leaving Fort Duquesne, she had been a different woman—quiet, submissive, and obedient.
To his surprise, he missed her sharp tongue and pointed opinions. All through the long Canadian winter, he had watched and waited for her to revert to her normal self, but it was as if she were a different woman. On occasion, Jacques had been tempted to bait her, but his guilt kept him from doing so. Her state of mind was his fault, after all.
In the last four months, she had followed him over a route seen by few white men, much less a woman. Together they had traveled by bateau, canoe, sled, and snowshoe. Mara had witnessed the mighty power of Niagara Falls, traversed Lake Ontario, and braved the Lachine Rapids—all without complaining. But also without any sense of wonder or enthusiasm for the places she’d seen, just a wistful remark about how much Emile would have liked to see the falls.
It had been an arduous journey, and now she deserved some comfort.
A raw wind off the river threw pellets of rain in his face, and he pulled up the woolen muffler Mara had knitted for him. That was all she had done at Niagara, her needles clicking incessantly until he had thought he would go mad. But something about the rhythmic nature of the task seemed to comfort her, so he’d said nothing.
Another blast of wind reminded him of how long and severe Canadian winters could be. In this northern country, rivers and lakes froze over completely. There was a wild beauty in it that he used to find exhilarating. Until an equally impervious chill took up residence around his heart.
The bateau docked at the part of the city called Lower Town, below the cliffs of Cap Diamant. Above them towered the ramparts guarding the government and church buildings that comprised
Upper Town. Jacques helped Mara onto the dock and led her down a street lined with warehouses and taverns. He stopped in front of a sign picturing a leering devil with a forked tail.
“Le Diable? What are we doing here?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.
“This is home, madame. Welcome to my humble establishment.”
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJO26OY/ref=cm_sw_su_dp#nav-subnav
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rogue039shostage-1163372-158.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books...
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rogues-hostage/id645211361?mt=11&uo=4
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/rogue-s-hostage
Hope you enjoyed the first of our #FallRomanticTravel posts! Stay tuned each week through the first week of November for more!
Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT
As I mentioned on Tuesday Treasures, August 30th, I'm participating in the #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange with a few other authors.
Today is the first of those posts with my guest, Linda McLaughlin as she takes us to Quebec....
Quebec is one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian War-set historical romance, Rogue’s Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.
After a few days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires, the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this lovely little church.
Since I wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well, we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort and battlefield.
On the last day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.
(Note: I took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Blog: http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LindaMcLaughlinAuthor
Twitter: @LyndiLamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Now let's find out a little about Linda's latest book.....
His hostage...
In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.
Her destiny...
French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left. But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Excerpt:
Quebec, Canada, April 1759
The journey was almost over.
Eyes narrowed against the glare off the water, Jacques stared at the approaching skyline of Quebec as the bateau rushed downriver. Perched on the north side of the Saint Lawrence River, the city’s walls and fortifications guarded the way into the interior of New France. Though the British had tried twice, the city had never fallen. But Jacques knew that sooner or later they would try again.
He glanced at Mara, who sat beside him, huddled in her shawl, shivering slightly. When he put an arm around her and pulled her closer, she burrowed against him. Guilt and regret stirred inside him. She was the reason he had requested a transfer back to Quebec. Since leaving Fort Duquesne, she had been a different woman—quiet, submissive, and obedient.
To his surprise, he missed her sharp tongue and pointed opinions. All through the long Canadian winter, he had watched and waited for her to revert to her normal self, but it was as if she were a different woman. On occasion, Jacques had been tempted to bait her, but his guilt kept him from doing so. Her state of mind was his fault, after all.
In the last four months, she had followed him over a route seen by few white men, much less a woman. Together they had traveled by bateau, canoe, sled, and snowshoe. Mara had witnessed the mighty power of Niagara Falls, traversed Lake Ontario, and braved the Lachine Rapids—all without complaining. But also without any sense of wonder or enthusiasm for the places she’d seen, just a wistful remark about how much Emile would have liked to see the falls.
It had been an arduous journey, and now she deserved some comfort.
A raw wind off the river threw pellets of rain in his face, and he pulled up the woolen muffler Mara had knitted for him. That was all she had done at Niagara, her needles clicking incessantly until he had thought he would go mad. But something about the rhythmic nature of the task seemed to comfort her, so he’d said nothing.
Another blast of wind reminded him of how long and severe Canadian winters could be. In this northern country, rivers and lakes froze over completely. There was a wild beauty in it that he used to find exhilarating. Until an equally impervious chill took up residence around his heart.
The bateau docked at the part of the city called Lower Town, below the cliffs of Cap Diamant. Above them towered the ramparts guarding the government and church buildings that comprised
Upper Town. Jacques helped Mara onto the dock and led her down a street lined with warehouses and taverns. He stopped in front of a sign picturing a leering devil with a forked tail.
“Le Diable? What are we doing here?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.
“This is home, madame. Welcome to my humble establishment.”
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJO26OY/ref=cm_sw_su_dp#nav-subnav
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rogue039shostage-1163372-158.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books...
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rogues-hostage/id645211361?mt=11&uo=4
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/rogue-s-hostage
Hope you enjoyed the first of our #FallRomanticTravel posts! Stay tuned each week through the first week of November for more!
Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT
#ThursdayThoughts #FallRomanticTravel with Linda McLaughlin!
Good Morning!
As I mentioned on Tuesday Treasures, August 30th, I'm participating in the #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange with a few other authors.
Today is the first of those posts with my guest, Linda McLaughlin as she takes us to Quebec....
Quebec is one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian War-set historical romance, Rogue’s Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.
After a few days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires, the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this lovely little church.
Since I wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well, we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort and battlefield.
On the last day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.
(Note: I took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.
You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Blog: http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LindaMcLaughlinAuthor
Twitter: @LyndiLamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Now let's find out a little about Linda's latest book.....
His hostage...
In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.
Her destiny...
French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left. But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Excerpt:
Quebec, Canada, April 1759
The journey was almost over.
Eyes narrowed against the glare off the water, Jacques stared at the approaching skyline of Quebec as the bateau rushed downriver. Perched on the north side of the Saint Lawrence River, the city’s walls and fortifications guarded the way into the interior of New France. Though the British had tried twice, the city had never fallen. But Jacques knew that sooner or later they would try again.
He glanced at Mara, who sat beside him, huddled in her shawl, shivering slightly. When he put an arm around her and pulled her closer, she burrowed against him. Guilt and regret stirred inside him. She was the reason he had requested a transfer back to Quebec. Since leaving Fort Duquesne, she had been a different woman—quiet, submissive, and obedient.
To his surprise, he missed her sharp tongue and pointed opinions. All through the long Canadian winter, he had watched and waited for her to revert to her normal self, but it was as if she were a different woman. On occasion, Jacques had been tempted to bait her, but his guilt kept him from doing so. Her state of mind was his fault, after all.
In the last four months, she had followed him over a route seen by few white men, much less a woman. Together they had traveled by bateau, canoe, sled, and snowshoe. Mara had witnessed the mighty power of Niagara Falls, traversed Lake Ontario, and braved the Lachine Rapids—all without complaining. But also without any sense of wonder or enthusiasm for the places she’d seen, just a wistful remark about how much Emile would have liked to see the falls.
It had been an arduous journey, and now she deserved some comfort.
A raw wind off the river threw pellets of rain in his face, and he pulled up the woolen muffler Mara had knitted for him. That was all she had done at Niagara, her needles clicking incessantly until he had thought he would go mad. But something about the rhythmic nature of the task seemed to comfort her, so he’d said nothing.
Another blast of wind reminded him of how long and severe Canadian winters could be. In this northern country, rivers and lakes froze over completely. There was a wild beauty in it that he used to find exhilarating. Until an equally impervious chill took up residence around his heart.
The bateau docked at the part of the city called Lower Town, below the cliffs of Cap Diamant. Above them towered the ramparts guarding the government and church buildings that comprised
Upper Town. Jacques helped Mara onto the dock and led her down a street lined with warehouses and taverns. He stopped in front of a sign picturing a leering devil with a forked tail.
“Le Diable? What are we doing here?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.
“This is home, madame. Welcome to my humble establishment.”
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJO26OY/ref=cm_sw_su_dp#nav-subnav
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rogue039shostage-1163372-158.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books...
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rogues-hostage/id645211361?mt=11&uo=4
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/rogue-s-hostage
Hope you enjoyed the first of our #FallRomanticTravel posts! Stay tuned each week through the first week of November for more!
Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT
As I mentioned on Tuesday Treasures, August 30th, I'm participating in the #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange with a few other authors.
Today is the first of those posts with my guest, Linda McLaughlin as she takes us to Quebec....
Quebec is one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian War-set historical romance, Rogue’s Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.
After a few days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires, the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this lovely little church.
Since I wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well, we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort and battlefield.
On the last day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.
(Note: I took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Blog: http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LindaMcLaughlinAuthor
Twitter: @LyndiLamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Now let's find out a little about Linda's latest book.....
His hostage...
In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.
Her destiny...
French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left. But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Excerpt:
Quebec, Canada, April 1759
The journey was almost over.
Eyes narrowed against the glare off the water, Jacques stared at the approaching skyline of Quebec as the bateau rushed downriver. Perched on the north side of the Saint Lawrence River, the city’s walls and fortifications guarded the way into the interior of New France. Though the British had tried twice, the city had never fallen. But Jacques knew that sooner or later they would try again.
He glanced at Mara, who sat beside him, huddled in her shawl, shivering slightly. When he put an arm around her and pulled her closer, she burrowed against him. Guilt and regret stirred inside him. She was the reason he had requested a transfer back to Quebec. Since leaving Fort Duquesne, she had been a different woman—quiet, submissive, and obedient.
To his surprise, he missed her sharp tongue and pointed opinions. All through the long Canadian winter, he had watched and waited for her to revert to her normal self, but it was as if she were a different woman. On occasion, Jacques had been tempted to bait her, but his guilt kept him from doing so. Her state of mind was his fault, after all.
In the last four months, she had followed him over a route seen by few white men, much less a woman. Together they had traveled by bateau, canoe, sled, and snowshoe. Mara had witnessed the mighty power of Niagara Falls, traversed Lake Ontario, and braved the Lachine Rapids—all without complaining. But also without any sense of wonder or enthusiasm for the places she’d seen, just a wistful remark about how much Emile would have liked to see the falls.
It had been an arduous journey, and now she deserved some comfort.
A raw wind off the river threw pellets of rain in his face, and he pulled up the woolen muffler Mara had knitted for him. That was all she had done at Niagara, her needles clicking incessantly until he had thought he would go mad. But something about the rhythmic nature of the task seemed to comfort her, so he’d said nothing.
Another blast of wind reminded him of how long and severe Canadian winters could be. In this northern country, rivers and lakes froze over completely. There was a wild beauty in it that he used to find exhilarating. Until an equally impervious chill took up residence around his heart.
The bateau docked at the part of the city called Lower Town, below the cliffs of Cap Diamant. Above them towered the ramparts guarding the government and church buildings that comprised
Upper Town. Jacques helped Mara onto the dock and led her down a street lined with warehouses and taverns. He stopped in front of a sign picturing a leering devil with a forked tail.
“Le Diable? What are we doing here?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.
“This is home, madame. Welcome to my humble establishment.”
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJO26OY/ref=cm_sw_su_dp#nav-subnav
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rogue039shostage-1163372-158.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books...
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rogues-hostage/id645211361?mt=11&uo=4
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/rogue-s-hostage
Hope you enjoyed the first of our #FallRomanticTravel posts! Stay tuned each week through the first week of November for more!
Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT
September 6, 2016
#TuesdayTreasures Guest post by Jeremy Higley
Good Morning!
On Saturday I mentioned I am in Santee, SC. That's still true today although I'm supposed to be going on to Cherokee, NC, if not today, tomorrow. Hurricane Hermine and tire troubles put us a day behind schedule but we'll be there tomorrow at latest. Then we'll head back home.
Hope your Labor Day weekend was blessed!
Today's guest is a newcomer to our blog, brought to us by Class Act Books.
Jeremy Higley was born in California but now lives in Arizona. As of 2016, he’s a graduate student working on a master’s degree in English. He’s also an instructional aide at a local elementary school, a novelist, and a contributing editor for a nonprofit student success company called LifeBound.
Now let's see what Jeremy treasures....
If you are what you eat, I'm an apple. I've eaten an apple a day for as long as I can remember. I just love apples!
Jokes aside, my best conversation starter is to tell people about my colorblindness. It's funny to me how this simple fact always brings out the same questions in people.
Yes, I was born colorblind. I found out in kindergarten, when I couldn't properly fill out a color-by-number sheet. No, it's but real blindness but actually an extreme form of red-green colorblindness known as protanopia, or protoanomaly, that leaves me seeing only grays, yellows, and blues.
Nope, nothing else.
I've memorized the appropriate colors to most things, but I do get tripped up sometimes. I haven't tried the Enchroma glasses. These enhance color perception by separating light into its primary components of the spectrum before they reach the eye. However the test on their website says they only have a 25% chance of working for me, so I'm waiting until I have $400 just lying around.
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Oh wow, Jeremy, most of us never think of our eyesight and the fact we can see colors as something to treasure! Here's praying for a miracle for you!
You can find out more about Jeremy through his website, Facebook, LinkedIn and Google+
Check out his book, The Son of Dark on Amazon, Class Act Books, Amazon UK and Smashwords.
Hope you enjoyed today's Treasures and that you'll drop by each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless!
PamT
On Saturday I mentioned I am in Santee, SC. That's still true today although I'm supposed to be going on to Cherokee, NC, if not today, tomorrow. Hurricane Hermine and tire troubles put us a day behind schedule but we'll be there tomorrow at latest. Then we'll head back home.
Hope your Labor Day weekend was blessed!
Today's guest is a newcomer to our blog, brought to us by Class Act Books.Jeremy Higley was born in California but now lives in Arizona. As of 2016, he’s a graduate student working on a master’s degree in English. He’s also an instructional aide at a local elementary school, a novelist, and a contributing editor for a nonprofit student success company called LifeBound.
Now let's see what Jeremy treasures....
If you are what you eat, I'm an apple. I've eaten an apple a day for as long as I can remember. I just love apples!
Jokes aside, my best conversation starter is to tell people about my colorblindness. It's funny to me how this simple fact always brings out the same questions in people.
Yes, I was born colorblind. I found out in kindergarten, when I couldn't properly fill out a color-by-number sheet. No, it's but real blindness but actually an extreme form of red-green colorblindness known as protanopia, or protoanomaly, that leaves me seeing only grays, yellows, and blues.
Nope, nothing else.
I've memorized the appropriate colors to most things, but I do get tripped up sometimes. I haven't tried the Enchroma glasses. These enhance color perception by separating light into its primary components of the spectrum before they reach the eye. However the test on their website says they only have a 25% chance of working for me, so I'm waiting until I have $400 just lying around.**********
Oh wow, Jeremy, most of us never think of our eyesight and the fact we can see colors as something to treasure! Here's praying for a miracle for you!
You can find out more about Jeremy through his website, Facebook, LinkedIn and Google+
Check out his book, The Son of Dark on Amazon, Class Act Books, Amazon UK and Smashwords.
Hope you enjoyed today's Treasures and that you'll drop by each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless!
PamT
September 3, 2016
#SaturdaySpotlight is on Teri Smith and God in my Jello?
Good Morning from Santee, South Carolina!
Not sure what we're doing today...all depends on Mother Nature, whom I assure you is not always nice. Our drive up was pleasant enough. I'll be sharing all sorts of vacation memories with you soon, but for now, please welcome Teri Smith Pickens back to our blog with an excerpt from her children's book, God in my Jello?
Do you confuse the feeling of fear with experiencing real danger?
Millions of people are living their lives under the fundamental assumption that survival is the basic instinct.
What if that assumption were wrong?
If it were, if it turned out to be wrong, the whole of humanity’s interactive responses with, to, and for each other, would be found to have been dramatically in error, producing just the opposite outcome of those originally intended by the Creator.
This is, in fact, precisely the state of the human experience today!
Excerpt:
The Tale of God in My Jell-O?
Once upon a time on a planet far away, a sorcerer named Irrational Fear (IF) was cast out of heaven after he tried to replace our Rational Fear (RF) instinct and erase angel Faith. To get his revenge against God, Irrational Fear and newfound pal, Lucifer, another outcast seething in the darkness, devised a plan to alter the DNA recipe of the children’s Jell-O by introducing Virus Malware Defectors, who when executed, replaced the Foundation Angels and replicated by inserting copies of themselves into the children’s DNA recipe before it is set around eighteen years old. The plan was so cleverly executed that over two thousand years had passed before humankind even became vaguely aware that strange imagined fears of the primal kind were wreaking havoc in every corner of the earth. Irrational fears became integral to people’s way of life so much that it was ingrained in the culture and accepted individually and publicly. Due to its insidious nature, people failed to see the threat it posed to every individual and their very civilization. Acting from their primal fear instinct, people began taking whatever they could as fast as they could, believing they are the center of things, ignoring the suffering of others as if they have no right to exist, becoming a danger to self, family, friends, and society at large as they relentlessly assaulted the earth. After experiencing the horrors of road rage, mass killings, senseless suicides, and a complete disregard for human life, people needed to rise up and shout “enough is enough.” But one Defector, Denial, not the river in Egypt, cleverly maintained the status quo. It was time to pray for God’s grace but the divine irony of course, according to the Pew Research Center’s 2014 Religious Landscape Study, was that faith in God was quickly eroding with nearly one-inten now saying they don’t believe in God.
In the meantime, “as in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage right up to the day when Noah went into the ark” (Mat. 24:38), life went on as usual. This event characterized what came to be called, spirit of Antichrist. In order to return the people to Sonship or worship of God, the struggle would inevitably result in Holy War. Will Irrational Fear succeed in taking down another great civilization like the Roman Empire? Will God and the Foundation Angels win this Holy War? Only time will tell.
Brought to our attention from Prime Star Publicity, Teri Smith is a visionary, life coach, speaker, and popular author. Her career started in the mental health field with aspects of wellness and nutrition. A graduate of New York University and Hunter College, she has inspired and transformed many lives through her coaching, speaking, training, and media appearances. An avid believer in the mind, body, and spirit connection, she has dedicated her life’s purpose to ridding the world of Survival Mode Syndrome. It was during the winter of 2008 after several spiritual quests, including a trip to Medjugorge, that Teri experienced an epiphany. She described it as if listening to a radio broadcast but happening in her own head, and she couldn’t turn it off. Teri felt it was triggered by a passionate interest since childhood in the mysteries of the cosmos and a desire to find out why some people are so strongly opposed to any concept of a power greater than them. She felt she had unknowingly knocked, and a door to the unseen had opened in her mind. The broadcast continued for several years, and she was thrust into situations in order to experience every painful symptom of a phrase she coined, Survival Mode Syndrome.
Teri had many challenges convincing others of the epiphany. After years of writing and counseling about it, she realized she needed a format that people could embrace. Once again, she knocked and a door, this time taking the form of a dream, opened leaving her with two simple words “children and parody.” After much arguing with God about not knowing what the words meant, she sat at the computer where her hands began to move as if on their own and the rest is history. Teri, following in the steps of Jesus Christ, walked away from the comforts of life and family to discover her true self. She considers herself a work in progress.
Connect with Teri on her Website, Linked In and Facebook. Purchase Teri's book at Amazon.
Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll visit weekly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God bless! PamT
Not sure what we're doing today...all depends on Mother Nature, whom I assure you is not always nice. Our drive up was pleasant enough. I'll be sharing all sorts of vacation memories with you soon, but for now, please welcome Teri Smith Pickens back to our blog with an excerpt from her children's book, God in my Jello?
Do you confuse the feeling of fear with experiencing real danger? Millions of people are living their lives under the fundamental assumption that survival is the basic instinct.
What if that assumption were wrong?
If it were, if it turned out to be wrong, the whole of humanity’s interactive responses with, to, and for each other, would be found to have been dramatically in error, producing just the opposite outcome of those originally intended by the Creator.
This is, in fact, precisely the state of the human experience today!
Excerpt:
The Tale of God in My Jell-O?
Once upon a time on a planet far away, a sorcerer named Irrational Fear (IF) was cast out of heaven after he tried to replace our Rational Fear (RF) instinct and erase angel Faith. To get his revenge against God, Irrational Fear and newfound pal, Lucifer, another outcast seething in the darkness, devised a plan to alter the DNA recipe of the children’s Jell-O by introducing Virus Malware Defectors, who when executed, replaced the Foundation Angels and replicated by inserting copies of themselves into the children’s DNA recipe before it is set around eighteen years old. The plan was so cleverly executed that over two thousand years had passed before humankind even became vaguely aware that strange imagined fears of the primal kind were wreaking havoc in every corner of the earth. Irrational fears became integral to people’s way of life so much that it was ingrained in the culture and accepted individually and publicly. Due to its insidious nature, people failed to see the threat it posed to every individual and their very civilization. Acting from their primal fear instinct, people began taking whatever they could as fast as they could, believing they are the center of things, ignoring the suffering of others as if they have no right to exist, becoming a danger to self, family, friends, and society at large as they relentlessly assaulted the earth. After experiencing the horrors of road rage, mass killings, senseless suicides, and a complete disregard for human life, people needed to rise up and shout “enough is enough.” But one Defector, Denial, not the river in Egypt, cleverly maintained the status quo. It was time to pray for God’s grace but the divine irony of course, according to the Pew Research Center’s 2014 Religious Landscape Study, was that faith in God was quickly eroding with nearly one-inten now saying they don’t believe in God.
In the meantime, “as in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage right up to the day when Noah went into the ark” (Mat. 24:38), life went on as usual. This event characterized what came to be called, spirit of Antichrist. In order to return the people to Sonship or worship of God, the struggle would inevitably result in Holy War. Will Irrational Fear succeed in taking down another great civilization like the Roman Empire? Will God and the Foundation Angels win this Holy War? Only time will tell.
Brought to our attention from Prime Star Publicity, Teri Smith is a visionary, life coach, speaker, and popular author. Her career started in the mental health field with aspects of wellness and nutrition. A graduate of New York University and Hunter College, she has inspired and transformed many lives through her coaching, speaking, training, and media appearances. An avid believer in the mind, body, and spirit connection, she has dedicated her life’s purpose to ridding the world of Survival Mode Syndrome. It was during the winter of 2008 after several spiritual quests, including a trip to Medjugorge, that Teri experienced an epiphany. She described it as if listening to a radio broadcast but happening in her own head, and she couldn’t turn it off. Teri felt it was triggered by a passionate interest since childhood in the mysteries of the cosmos and a desire to find out why some people are so strongly opposed to any concept of a power greater than them. She felt she had unknowingly knocked, and a door to the unseen had opened in her mind. The broadcast continued for several years, and she was thrust into situations in order to experience every painful symptom of a phrase she coined, Survival Mode Syndrome.Teri had many challenges convincing others of the epiphany. After years of writing and counseling about it, she realized she needed a format that people could embrace. Once again, she knocked and a door, this time taking the form of a dream, opened leaving her with two simple words “children and parody.” After much arguing with God about not knowing what the words meant, she sat at the computer where her hands began to move as if on their own and the rest is history. Teri, following in the steps of Jesus Christ, walked away from the comforts of life and family to discover her true self. She considers herself a work in progress.
Connect with Teri on her Website, Linked In and Facebook. Purchase Teri's book at Amazon.
Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll visit weekly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God bless! PamT
September 1, 2016
#ThursdayThoughts Guest post by Marie Treanor!
Good Morning Friends and Welcome to the first Thursday Thoughts of September, 2016!
As I mentioned in Tuesday Treasures, I am on the road again, so there won't be a lot of chit chat today. Instead I'd like to welcome Marie Treanor back to our blog to share some thoughts with us.....
I love the Scottish summer – it’s my favourite day in the year
When Pamela invited me to blog about my Thursday thoughts, I didn’t have to rack my brains for very long before I came up with what most British people spend a large part of every day discussing, worrying about, complaining about or even making jokes about. The weather.
To those of you used to more extreme and even hazardous weather, our obsession must be rather puzzling. We don’t get ridiculously hot or cold weather. We don’t get hurricanes (although occasionally we do get gales with a few hurricane force gusts!) or tornadoes. And though certain areas do seem to be increasingly liable to flooding, in Scotland at least, we certainly don’t get droughts! We are, in fact, lucky in our climate, although few of us acknowledge it.
Several years ago, I used to meet a Canadian at the bus stop each morning. He was working in Scotland for a couple of years, and clearly he’d already caught our weather obsession. But what fascinated him most was that we could get all four seasons in a day. Or even in a morning. Which is why, of course, we obsess about it. Just because it’s sunny at 8 o’clock in the morning doesn’t mean we can leave the umbrella at home. And if it’s bucketing when we set out to the shops, it’s just as likely to be blinding sunshine by the time we bring the shopping back. You need a keen instinct to risk hanging out the washing if you’re not going to be at home all day, and deciding what to wear to suit the weather is definitely a lottery.
On the other hand, it’s never dull! And the grass is always green. :-)
So, I suppose that’s the background to GHOST IN THE RAIN , my Gothic mystery romance novella. If you’re going to haunt in the west of Scotland, you need to be prepared to do so in all weathers!
Marie Treanor lives in Scotland, in a chaotic house by the sea, together with her eccentric husband, three much too smart children and a small dog who rules them all. Most days, she avoids both housekeeping and evil day jobs by writing stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.
Marie is the award winning author of over forty paranormal romances - Indie, New York and E-published.
You can find out more about Marie and her books on her website: www.MarieTreanor.com.
Subscribe to her New Release Mailing List: http://www.marietreanor.com/marie-treanor-newsletter.
Catch more latest news on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Marie-Treanor-Paranormal-Romance/105866982782360.
Follow on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarieTreanor
And on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/marietreanor/
Find Marie's latest book, Ghost in the Rain at the following locations:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Su8Z8L Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/26t6c5RB&N: http://bit.ly/1qT8WZnKobo: http://bit.ly/1TvPiwgi-Books: http://apple.co/1YTP2sg
Well Friends, I hope you enjoyed today Thursday Thoughts and that you'll return each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless. PamT
As I mentioned in Tuesday Treasures, I am on the road again, so there won't be a lot of chit chat today. Instead I'd like to welcome Marie Treanor back to our blog to share some thoughts with us.....
I love the Scottish summer – it’s my favourite day in the year
When Pamela invited me to blog about my Thursday thoughts, I didn’t have to rack my brains for very long before I came up with what most British people spend a large part of every day discussing, worrying about, complaining about or even making jokes about. The weather.
To those of you used to more extreme and even hazardous weather, our obsession must be rather puzzling. We don’t get ridiculously hot or cold weather. We don’t get hurricanes (although occasionally we do get gales with a few hurricane force gusts!) or tornadoes. And though certain areas do seem to be increasingly liable to flooding, in Scotland at least, we certainly don’t get droughts! We are, in fact, lucky in our climate, although few of us acknowledge it.
Several years ago, I used to meet a Canadian at the bus stop each morning. He was working in Scotland for a couple of years, and clearly he’d already caught our weather obsession. But what fascinated him most was that we could get all four seasons in a day. Or even in a morning. Which is why, of course, we obsess about it. Just because it’s sunny at 8 o’clock in the morning doesn’t mean we can leave the umbrella at home. And if it’s bucketing when we set out to the shops, it’s just as likely to be blinding sunshine by the time we bring the shopping back. You need a keen instinct to risk hanging out the washing if you’re not going to be at home all day, and deciding what to wear to suit the weather is definitely a lottery.
On the other hand, it’s never dull! And the grass is always green. :-)
So, I suppose that’s the background to GHOST IN THE RAIN , my Gothic mystery romance novella. If you’re going to haunt in the west of Scotland, you need to be prepared to do so in all weathers!
Marie Treanor lives in Scotland, in a chaotic house by the sea, together with her eccentric husband, three much too smart children and a small dog who rules them all. Most days, she avoids both housekeeping and evil day jobs by writing stories of paranormal romance and fantasy. Marie is the award winning author of over forty paranormal romances - Indie, New York and E-published.
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Well Friends, I hope you enjoyed today Thursday Thoughts and that you'll return each week for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God Bless. PamT
August 30, 2016
#TuesdayTreasures Traveling
Good Morning Friends!
Yep, hard to believe but it IS the last Tuesday of August. Bad news, hurricane season is in full swing.
Good news, cooler weather is/should be right around the corner. Hopefully that'll keep the hurricanes off of us.
Anyway, my scheduled guest couldn't be here today so I'm going to share something I treasure with you.....
Traveling.
Although I hate to drag the roads (y'know, run errands all over town, etc), I love to travel. As I'm sure you've noted by previous posts about TX, OK, TN and other places I've been.
I love seeing new places, people and exploring cultures, customs, etc.
Thursday I'll be heading to South Carolina again. This time the plan is to visit North Carolina before returning home. Not sure if the trip back will be through TN or what. Guess it depends on how much fun we're having. :-)
I'll take plenty of pictures and share these experiences with you sometime later, but, speaking of traveling, AHA promo group created by Tina Gayle, is doing a #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange.
I'll be hosting friends and their books here on Tuesdays and Thursdays through early November, after which some will embark on the #HolidayRecipeandRomance exchange.
Not sure if I'll do both, but watch for the hashtag #FallRomanticTravel and this graphic and get ready for some great ideas for your future vacations!
I look forward to sharing these with you and hope to see you often during the exchange and of course, afterward for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God bless! PamT
Yep, hard to believe but it IS the last Tuesday of August. Bad news, hurricane season is in full swing.
Good news, cooler weather is/should be right around the corner. Hopefully that'll keep the hurricanes off of us.
Anyway, my scheduled guest couldn't be here today so I'm going to share something I treasure with you.....
Traveling.
Although I hate to drag the roads (y'know, run errands all over town, etc), I love to travel. As I'm sure you've noted by previous posts about TX, OK, TN and other places I've been.
I love seeing new places, people and exploring cultures, customs, etc.
Thursday I'll be heading to South Carolina again. This time the plan is to visit North Carolina before returning home. Not sure if the trip back will be through TN or what. Guess it depends on how much fun we're having. :-)
I'll take plenty of pictures and share these experiences with you sometime later, but, speaking of traveling, AHA promo group created by Tina Gayle, is doing a #FallRomanticTravel blog exchange.
I'll be hosting friends and their books here on Tuesdays and Thursdays through early November, after which some will embark on the #HolidayRecipeandRomance exchange.
Not sure if I'll do both, but watch for the hashtag #FallRomanticTravel and this graphic and get ready for some great ideas for your future vacations!
I look forward to sharing these with you and hope to see you often during the exchange and of course, afterward for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
Until next time, take care and God bless! PamT
