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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Heaven Heals by Kristy Landgren




Heaven Heals (By Understanding Abraham’s Covenant) is the first book of the Heaven Heals series. 

It is the story of Sarah & Abraham, the covenant God made with them, and how their covenant benefits every one of us. It describes the promises He guaranteed them and guarantees everyone who commits to walk with him. It is valuable in introducing Christ's gospel of love for all, the reality of the everlasting family, and the hope and healing that comes from the knowledge gained in understanding Sarah & Abraham's covenant with God.  Also, the book explains the universality of all religions united in their goals to serve and love each of God’s children.  

The second book in the series is, Heaven Heals (Finding Hope in the Reunion with Your Lost Loved One.)  It is due to release in late 2020.













Kristy Landgren was born in Rockford, Illinois, where she began her piano education at age 4.  She won the” best poet” award in first grade and has “run with it” ever since.   She took part in school and garage bands, sang and provided accompaniments for A Capella choir, participated in musicals, community Corrales, and began playing the organ in church at age 16.  

Through music, performance and writing, she affirms the ideals of hope and optimism, faith and love, and incorporates her lessons learned among the wild rides of life.  Importantly, she is a dedicated student of the Bible and finds comfort and peace in the study of the scriptures.

Kristy graduated from Chicago’s Loyola University – School of Dentistry/Dental Hygiene Program and is licensed to practice Dental Hygiene in California, Illinois, and Arizona.  In 1995, she was appointed by then-Governor, Pete Wilson, to serve on the California State Dental Board’s Committee on Dental Auxiliaries.  She served the citizens of California for nine years, completing two terms of service and a grace year, in 2004.  She enjoys juggling the world of science, art and religion, practicing dental hygiene by day, moonlighting as musician by night, and attending study or worship sessions amidst the free time, in pursuit of the latest enlightenment that will inspire a blog, poem, lyric, song or book.








2)  The first blessing, a spiritual and eternal blessing, was one of an everlasting posterity. Abraham was one hundred years old, and Sarah ninety, when their only child was born. They waited a lifetime for this good fortune, and they understood that the promises were preserved only in and through their son, Isaac, (by way of their grandson, Jacob, whose name was changed to Israel).









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Thursday, March 12, 2020

Guinevere: The Legend by Cheryl Carpinello






I’m a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books
growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long
past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and
Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart
to read more through my Tales and Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these
worlds—Ancient Egypt, Medieval Wales, and coming soon, a hair-raising adventure
through ancient worlds in search of 5 rare Phoenix Feathers.

All of my books come with Free study guides and/or extensive
Back-of-the-Book materials.

My husband and I love to travel. In 2008, we spent three weeks in
Egypt traveling by local train from one end of the country to the other; in
2014, we spent three weeks in the UK driving over 1700 miles through England,
Wales, and Scotland; and in 2016, we spent a week in Iceland. We’ve also
traveled to Mexico, Jamaica, and Aruba. Our next big adventure will be to
Greece and Italy.



When I’m not writing or traveling, our 4 grandkids keep us busy.



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Their friendship put him in harm's way. Will it be enough to save him?

Across the dark water to the land of ancient Gaul, renegades take Cedwyn and the littl'uns farther from home and rescue.

Led by her heart rather than her head and without any thought for her safety, fifteen-year-old Guinevere sets out alone to save Cedwyn. And if she fails…?

Eleven-year-old Cedwyn's trust in Guinevere is absolute. But will his sacrifice to save her and protect the littl'uns end with the loss of his own life?


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Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Roman and Jules by Stephanie Fowers




When Jules meets Roman Verona at an exclusive Vegas party, she doesn’t suspect the bad blood that runs so deep between Roman and her boyfriend, Ty, until the two men have it out in front of her. Even worse, Jules finds out that Ty has never loved her. She storms away, only to have her ex’s sworn enemy offer her a ride into town... as well as a shocking proposal.


A nice girl wouldn’t even consider making her ex jealous with a sham marriage, so why does she chance it with Roman?

Acting the role of devoted husband, Roman soon becomes fascinated with more than Jules’s sweet smile and poetic soul. As her band’s fame grows in Vegas so do his feelings for her and what started out as revenge against his miserable cousin turns into something deeper.

But bad boys don’t settle down. So why does Roman risk everything to win Jules’ heart?

All bets are off in this modern and sleek tale of star-crossed love!









Stephanie Fowers loves bringing stories to life, and depending on her latest madcap ideas will do it through written word, song, and/ or film.


She absolutely adores Bollywood and bonnet movies; i.e., Jane Austen. 


Presently, she lives in Salt Lake where she's living the life of the starving artist.










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Excerpt 2




The ideas for the song just kept coming. Jules made notations on her notepad, talking to herself like she did when she was deep in creation mode. She muttered something about Roman’s name and how it didn’t rhyme with anything good, but that was okay because she didn’t want to give away that the song was about him anyway. She tried out a few different names when she was interrupted.


“That’s the song you sang last night.”


Jules sucked in her breath when she saw Roman leaning on the glass doors, and her cheeks burned. What exactly had she said aloud and what had he overheard? Too much—judging by his grin.


“I’m sorry if I’m offending your ears,” she said. “The creative process isn’t pretty.”


“Oh, it’s very pretty,” he said with a wink. His admiring gaze ran over her and showed her exactly what he meant.


She blushed.


As if to change the subject, he held up two plates of his kung pao chicken and her stomach rumbled at the smell. She hadn’t known she was so hungry. “That’s about Romeo and Juliet, right?” he asked. It was safer to admit that and so she nodded. “Or is it about Roman and Jules?” he added cheekily.


She burst out in a laugh. He was shameless. She desperately tried to find something else to talk about. “If I’d known you were a chef, I’d have married you sooner, like before we’d met.”


He smiled and set her plate on a marbled table in front of her, though he stopped her before she set her guitar aside and sat next to her. “No, you’ve got to play our song all the way through for me first.”


“Oh really? You’re making me play for my supper now?”


“Sure, let’s make it a tradition.”


She knocked him back with her shoulder. “You’ll be sorry.”


He rubbed his arm, pretending to be deeply wounded before he relaxed back in the love seat and put his arm around her. “No, no, even after you touching me, I’m still not sorry. Maybe even less than before.”


Roman lost no opportunity to flirt with her. Shaking her head, she brought her hand back to her guitar and ran her fingers across the strings. He seemed mesmerized by the sight of her ring as much as she was, though she was probably imagining it. She sang their song, keeping the melody as light and cute as she’d meant it, but then something changed in the middle somewhere. It was a lot more romantic than she’d thought. Almost wistful. How had that happened?


His brows drew in and he pulled forward, resting his chin over his closed fist as he watched her fingers slide down the frets. The last of her lyrics left her lips and seemed to float in the air between them in the sudden silence.


She didn’t know where that depth of feeling came from; she’d almost forgotten herself as much as she had last night, but she shouldn’t. Bad boys didn’t fall in love. No, Ty was the sensible one, who helped out with charities and ran his mother’s business. Between the two men, he’d be the one who’d take her seriously.


Roman’s fist left his chin and he reached past the kung pao chicken and ran the back of his hand down her cheek. Her skin tingled at the contact, and she realized that she wasn’t the only one who’d fallen under the spell of their song. Was he going to kiss her? Again?


She wanted him to… but no, she didn’t. Shouldn’t. Her eyes lifted to his and they searched hers like he was trying to read her. Her mouth opened in a protest that didn’t leave her lips because she couldn’t utter the lie—she did want him to touch her. He closed his mouth firmly and a tick worked in his jaw until he snatched his hand back. “That was beautiful.” It came out strangled and he smirked and cleared his throat. “Let’s take the food inside. We’ll play a game while we eat.”


She set the guitar aside and picked up the plate. It was for the best. They couldn’t confuse their relationship further. He held the door open for her, his whole face stiff like she was torturing him.


That made her smile because he was doing the same thing to her. “Cheer up,” she said, and with great daring, touched his bristly jaw, liking the rough feel of it under her fingertips.


She probably shouldn’t have done it, because he caught her hand and pulled her closer like he’d reached the end of his resistance. “Hey.” His dark brows lowered as he took her in, and then he settled for a kiss on her cheek. “Let’s make this a ‘good night’ we never forget.” Too late, she realized how much he’d listened to her lyrics.


If he kissed her again, she wasn’t sure how much she could keep back the stirrings in her heart, but he spared her the dilemma by guiding her inside his apartment to his indoor bowling lane. When he’d said a game, she’d thought something less active, but bowling was the perfect distraction, even if she was a lousy player. Her cheek felt hot where his lips had touched her moments before.


She settled into a seat next to the bowling balls and noticed that he expected her to eat the kung pao chicken with chopsticks. She held them up and squinted one-eyed at them. “I’m not this coordinated.”


“Sure you are!” He sat on the other side of her and picked up his own chopsticks. “See?” He expertly stole a mouthful of food with them. “Delicious.”


“That doesn’t help me.”


“Oh, let me.” He captured more of her food with his chopsticks and fed her this time.


She almost choked over her sputtering laughter. “You can’t do that with my whole meal.”


“Just watch me.”


She wrestled the chopsticks from him and gave it a clumsy try until she pointed at the bowling lane behind him. “Hey, what’s that?”


He turned and she escaped him to get a fork in the kitchen. “Cheater!” he shouted at her back. When she returned, she avoided his laughing eyes and dug into her food to show him how it was done. “You’re no fun,” he accused.


“Yeah? Well, I don’t believe in starving to death.”


“I said I’d feed you.”


She made a face until she took another bite and savored the food he’d made—the flavors serenaded her taste buds. He was really a good cook, and they drifted into silence while they ate, though even impaired with chopsticks, he finished up his food faster and pushed from the table to approach the bowling balls on the side rack.


Picking up a light blue one, he tested the weight of it, one-handed. He glanced back at her. “You can have this one.”


She hid her face with an embarrassed laugh. Was tonight about showing her up? “Why do I have a feeling that you’ve had more practice at this game than I’ve had?”


He straightened to give her a challenging look. “You want to even the odds? I’ll give you four tries to my two.”


She pushed away from the table. “Yeah right—then I’d feel four times worse if you won.” It had been a long time since she’d played, but she hoped that by some miracle she’d improved. This was such a fun setup that she’d play every day if she ended up being any good. He sat down at the table while Jules picked up the ball and approached the lane. She let the bowling ball go and it flew over the side and landed on the wooden floor near the entertainment room. Mercutio came running, the oversized puppy yapping loudly at the scare as he scrambled from the entertainment room. She felt her face go hot. “Yeah,” she conceded. “Let’s go with four tries to your two. I’m totally good with that.”


He didn’t move, though his brow shot up. “Should I get out the bumpers first?”


“I need a heavier ball,” she argued against his sarcasm. “Obviously.” She found the heaviest one on the rack and kissed it for luck before she threw it. It was so heavy that it wasn’t going anywhere. It slowly rolled to the pins until it almost came to a stop before bumping a single one over.


“You have just won the prize for the slowest ball,” he remarked from the table.


“I don’t want that prize.”


He made a sympathetic sound and stood up to hug her. The warmth behind his strong hold was appreciated, but his pity wasn’t. He stepped back. “You want a lesson on form?” Before she could ask, he was sliding his arms around her waist and guiding her movements as if she held a ball.


She couldn’t stop giggling. “Are you trying to get close to me?”


“My own wife?” he asked. She liked the sound of that and then gave herself a stern lecture—this wasn’t real—but it was too late. Roman Verona was capturing her heart without even trying and she hadn’t seen it coming. “No, no,” he said. “I’d never.”


She covered her mouth and shoved him back, blushing. “Do you use that line on all the girls?”


“Just the ones I fake marry.”


“Okay, then… hubby, let’s see if you’re as good at teaching as you are at lying.” She picked up another ball and let it go, praying she could show him up this time. It rolled much faster than the last one and still kept in the lanes. It crashed into half of the pins, knocking them over.


He instantly took credit for it.


“Not so fast, hot stuff,” she said. “That was just a lucky shot.” She retrieved her bowling ball and took her last turn. And then screamed out when it took out the rest of the pins. She might actually be good at this. Who knew?


“You do your teacher proud,” he said, ruffling her hair and messing it all up. “I’ve got the magic touch.”


She fumed, though happily so. It was his turn, and he picked up the ball and bowled a strike. There was no way she’d win against him. Jules lost no time trash talking—and while she was at it—cheating. She tackled him from behind, holding him back before he could get to the lane for his next shot. She might as well be as clumsy as Mercutio for all the good it did. She held onto him as he dragged her forward, laughing down at her. “You’re such a poor sport,” he said.


“Yeah, yeah, I am!”


Mercutio jumped around them, adding to the chaos. Roman twisted and tickled Jules until she let him go and then he threw his ball. The dog let out a yelp and chased after it. Jules cheered him on, but the gangly puppy wasn’t able to push it off course before Roman got in another strike.


Jules slapped the floor in dismay and Roman reached over and untied her shoe as he passed by. Groaning, she leaned over to retie it while Mercutio bounded around her legs to go after her bowling ball too. Jules was half afraid of letting it go for fear of hitting the dog.


“Oh no, you don’t.” Roman hauled Mercutio back.


Smiling her gratitude, Jules bowled and took out eight pins. She threw her hands up in the air. “Take that, Roman!”


He wasn’t taking that lying down. “Let’s see you do that again, you little braggart.”


Jules made a little gasp, her spine tingling at the fun. What was he up to? She put nothing past him now that she’d cheated herself. She pinned him with stern eyes. No way was she turning her back on him. “I’m on to you, Roman.”


He scratched the dog’s neck with his most innocent look. “I didn’t do anything yet.”


“Yeah, because you’re tricky. I know you.”


“You sure about that?”


There was more truth to that than he’d intended, and she hid her smile and bowled again, one after another until she took out the last of the pins with her final turn.


“Oh, you weren’t supposed to do that,” he said behind her. “You’re supposed to let me win.” He rose from his seat, sliding the large puppy from his legs with his muscular arms.


“I thought that was your job,” she teased, “and you’re doing very poorly at it, might I add.” She took hold of Mercutio’s collar to stop him from dashing out.


“No more cheating this time,” Roman said. “Do I need to hold you next?”


She turned a mischievous grin on him. “I’d like to see you try.”


His hand grazed the bowling ball as he turned back to her. “You mean that?”





Her heart jolted and she held Mercutio tightly to her. More than anything, but maybe she’d taken the flirting too far?










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Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Mercy by Rashel Rossano







Rachel Rossano is a happily married mother of three children. She spends her days teaching, mothering, and keeping the chaos at bay. After the children are in bed, she immerses herself in the fantasy worlds of her books. 


Tales of romance, adventure, and virtue set in a medieval fantasy world are her preference, but she also writes speculative fantasy and a bit of science fiction.







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The royal wedding approaches and the country is alive with anticipation. 



 Among the craftsmen traveling to the capital is Constance Rendare and her family. An artist, a widow of an unhappy marriage, and the mother of a young son, she dreams of escaping the cruel servitude of her father’s household. 


 Wilard Naron serves the Earl of Dentin. He returns to the capital, his childhood home, to collect his earnings and finally free himself from his father’s reputation. 


 Kidnappings, bandits, and a plot against the king complicate the journey. The conflicts throw Constance and Wilard together as their circumstances grow steadily worse. The more the pair uncovers, the direr the future looks for the country and for them.




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 Excerpt #2

Wilard


Constance’s small smile for her son as she emerged from the wagon door the next morning made the exhaustion in my limbs worthwhile. I could function on a half-night’s sleep per night for a few days if I could see such a clear positive result. Madam Rendare, despite all of her efforts to be independent, needed a champion. It was a position I didn’t intend to sign up for in the long-term, but I was happy to fill the post short-term with Hugh’s assistance.
“Roman is acting like a wounded bear this morning,” Hugh informed me as he guided the gypsy wagon’s team past me to their hitching places. “I would steer clear.”
I nodded but didn’t comment. Roman hadn’t approached the women’s wagon during my watch, but I had heard him pacing in the dark barely out of sight for most of my time on duty.
Making my way around the camp to check on everyone’s progress in the preparations for the day’s journey, I encountered Owen racing through his tasks.
“What is the rush?” I asked as he trotted past me with one of the feeding bags over his arm.
He blushed. “I am a bit behind, Master Wilard.”
“Why?”
He avoided my gaze.
“Owen, regard me directly and tell me the truth.”
He reluctantly met my gaze. “Aunt Meri made me scrape the pot last night, and I overslept this morning.”
“If she orders you to do so again tonight, seek me out, understand?”
He nodded briskly while glancing off toward our wagon and his waiting tasks. 
“Go on with you. Continue in your duties. We will move out as soon as everyone is ready,” I said. He flashed me an eager grin before running off to finish his work. Turning my own mind to the task of collapsing and packing the rain cover, I set to warming up my aching muscles. 
Before the sun cleared the far horizon, both wagons were on the move. The horses followed at a more leisurely pace as Roman and Owen kept the herd in check. Hugh drove the gypsy wagon, utilizing his greater experience. I handled the open wagon with its cover stowed. 
The women walked. Constance’s calm and graceful movements contrasted strongly with Meri’s agitation. Meri made her points with a yanking of her wrap and a general demeanor of aggression. Despite the physical signs of a disagreement, their voices never rose to the point I could hear them above the noise of the wagons and horses.












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Friday, February 14, 2020

Valentine Countdown Blitz The Stranger She Married by Donna Hatch Day 11






Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.



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When her parents and twin brother die within weeks of each other, Alicia and her younger sister are left in the hands of an uncle who has brought them all to financial and social ruin. Desperate to save her family from debtor's prison, Alicia vows to marry the first wealthy man to propose. She meets the dashing Lord Amesbury, and her heart whispers that this is the man she is destined to love, but his tainted past may forever stand in their way. Her choices in potential husbands narrow to either a scarred cripple with the heart of a poet, or a handsome rake with a deadly secret.



Cole Amesbury is tormented by his own ghosts, and believes he is beyond redemption, yet he cannot deny his attraction for the girl whose genuine goodness touches the heart he'd thought long dead. He fears the scars in his soul cut so deeply that he may never be able to offer Alicia a love that is true. When yet another bizarre mishap threatens her life, Alicia suspects the seemingly unrelated accidents that have plagued her loved ones are actually a killer's attempt to exterminate every member of her family. Despite the threat looming over her, learning to love the stranger she married may pose the greatest danger to her heart. And Cole must protect Alicia from the killer who has been exterminating her family before she is the next target.



This romantic story of loss and betrayal, forgiveness and redemption, and strangers marrying, will leave you laughing, crying, and swooning. Sprinkled liberally with suspense, mystery, and heart-melting kisses, this is not your ordinary historical tale of an arranged marriage nor of redeeming the rakes. Fans of Victorian and Regency Eras as well as those seeking clean and wholesome romance with plenty of chemistry, not to mention the redemptive power of love, will love this story!



Dance with a duke, outwit pirates, save a kingdom, and fall in love. Believe in happily ever after.



The Rogue Hearts Series:

The Stranger She Married

The Guise of a Gentleman

A Perfect Secret

The Suspect's Daughter



Praise for Donna Hatch:

“Donna Hatch is one of the masters of clean romance with electric tension and smokin’ hot kisses.” ~ Reading is My Super Power Reviews





“Written with heart and depth, Donna Hatch’s books are absolute must-reads for any fan of swoon-worthy historical romance.”  ~ Sarah M. Eden, USA Today best-selling historical romance author


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Q&A With the Author :

1.     Why do you choose to write romance? Do you write any other genres?

I write romance for two reasons. The fist reason is because a true romance, unlike other genres, guarantees that the story will end well. So many other genres can have sad or bittersweet endings, and I need a book to end leaving me hopeful. The second reason I write romance is because they usually have good character development. Usually, by the end of the story, the characters have overcome at least one major character flaw that allows them to defeat the villain, solve the crime, or whatever it is depending on the subgenre, and who, by the ending love and accept another special someone, who, in turn, loves and accepts them. A romance should feel wrapped up, and the characters should be better, stronger people by the end. Plus, you know, in love. Really, it’s all about hoping tomorrow will be a better day.



2.     How long does it take you to write a book, typically?

That depends on the book—the subgenre, the length of the story, and how easily it all comes together as well as what’s going on with my personal life. Sometimes my family needs don’t leave time for writing, and also I can’t write if I’m overly stressed or if I have fallen into a depression, which is a chronic battle. Once, I wrote, revised, and edited a novella in less than a month. A couple of novels took me years to complete and be ready for publication. Sometimes I write them straight through; other times, I set them aside to work on other projects. The only thing that really guarantees that I’ll finish a project within a specific time is having a contract deadline. I always meet those even if I think it’s going to kill me.



3.     Since a lot of romance books show both male and female perspectives, share with us the most difficult thing about writing the perspective of the opposite gender?

One of my biggest challenges is making sure I hold true to each character’s voice for the chapters or sections written in their point of view so the chapters don’t all feel like they could be told from anyone’s perspective. I want to make sure the perceptions and descriptions are worded in a way that holds true to that character’s personality.



4.     What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I like to write to instrumental music such light classical—harp or piano in particular—or New Age. I can’t write to lyrics or a drumbeat, and I don’t like silence.



5.     Tell us a bit about a future project you are working on? Do you have any little sneak peeks you can share?

I’m almost finished with book 5 of my Rogue Hearts Series, Not a Fine Gentleman, and hope to have it released this summer. It’s about Lady Margaret who is accused of murdering her estranged husband.



6.     What is the most romantic date you have ever been on? Or, what is your idea of the perfect Valentine Date?

One of my most memorable dates was when my husband took me to an Italian restaurant that had waiters who went around serenading the diners. Then, after dinner, we took a Venetian-style gondola ride down a canal. The lights along the waterway reflected in the gently rippling waves and a sultry breeze carried the scent of desert flowers. It was lovely and so romantic.  








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