Sunday, March 30, 2014

Congrats!

Congrats to:

Harry, Shelley, Rick B, Laura, and Gina! Will be contacting you by email!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Giveaway...Again? Yes!



I absolutely love giveaways! Soooo… it’s time for another. 

I have five copies of The Preacher’s New Family to give away this week. Who’s the preacher and how did he stumble on a family? Here’s a hint:
This excerpt is printed by permission and may not be copied.
Dakota Territory, 1881

The prairie was a cold mistress. But TJ loved her nonetheless, loved the freedom to come and go, no questions asked. It did his heart good, like a tonic. Never again would he be jammed twelve to a room as he had been in the slums of New York City.

Terrance Jonathan O'Brien, TJ to his friends-few as they were-poured the last drops of coffee into his tin cup. As he wrapped his hands around the warmth and sipped the strong, hot goodness, his gaze surveyed the open expanse of land. He took another sip, remembering the tough times after his folks had passed on.

Five years ago, when he had turned twenty-one and Uncle Michael had given him the $200 from his parents and a handful of keepsakes, TJ had left New York, and it had been the best day of his life-up to now. Sitting here, gazing over the prairie, he soaked in the kind of freedom only open space could provide.

TJ set down his cup and stretched the kinks out of his legs. It had been a long day's ride. He breathed deeply of the dusty prairie. Clear, uncluttered land. No people, no noises except that of the earth and its diminutive creatures. Crickets shouted a round of chirps, and he smiled at the interruption the noisy little critters caused in his thoughts. The sound of crickets he could tolerate; the noises of humanity, not quite as much. But in his calling as a preacher, he'd have to listen plenty.

Peaceful and free. How he loved the opportunity to pick up and go whenever he chose. He could stop for a day or two and appreciate a cold spring, a tree in the middle of nowhere, a rabbit that would soon roast crackling over an open fire then fill his belly. Never again would he listen to neighbors screaming at each other and pounding on common walls-unhappy families fighting over a scrap of space to sleep or a loaf of bread to eat.

For two years now, he'd been preaching God's Word to anyone who itched to pull up a chair and listen. An empty schoolhouse in one town, a saloon in another. Maybe a neighbor's front porch with blankets as pews. Didn't matter so long as TJ could breeze into town, preach and hightail it out of there before some well-meaning mother presented her unmarried daughter for the preacher's appreciation. Each town seemed to have an unlimited number of unmarried females looking for a sorry single fella without the sense to say no. But not this fella. The last thing he wanted was to be tied down to some anxious girl with family on her mind. No, sirree…not TJ.

Tomorrow he'd arrive in Gullywash, the town he'd recently been invited to make part of his circuit. He prayed for plenty of welcoming folks willing to listen, but not enough so that he'd feel penned in. This life presented a delicate balance between his desire for seclusion and the needs of the folks. After all, his entire reason for living was to bring the love of God to the lost, the same way it had been brought to him.

He lifted the coffeepot from the fire and sat up straight. Snaking his hand into his saddlebag, he drew out the Bible his uncle had given him when TJ had learned to read. His thumbs caressed the cover. Soft, worn leather slid beneath his touch. The words, etched on his heart, fulfilled every desire of his life. He was comfortable in the solitude of his simple life.
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"Mama, Mama, Mama! A man's a-comin'. A big man. On a horse. Near our well. Mama, Mama. C'mere, quick! He looks awful mean."

Sarah Anne Rycroft jumped from her rocker, sending her son's half-patched pants-needle still stuck in the leg-sliding to the floor. She dashed for the fireplace mantel and, stretching on the toes of her boots, hefted her late husband's Winchester from the rack. Her fingers trembled as she readied herself to fire if necessary. "Get away from the window and get in your room, Zach." Breath caught in her throat. "Now!"

As her son scampered away, Sarah dashed to the front, opened the door a crack and peered around the edge of the thick maple wood. A tall man with a rough day-old beard, dressed in a long black duster, black hat, black gloves and black boots, rode high in the saddle on a bay horse that must have been eighteen hands, at least. She hadn't ever seen a bigger bay, and such an imposing, intimidating figure on its back. Zach was right- the man looked…well, menacing. "Who's there?" she called.

The man pulled a glove off and waved a hand. "May I have a dipper of water, miss?"

"Mrs. Mrs. Rycroft. My husband's gone to town, but he should be back any second. If you're wanting a drink, go ahead, and then move on along." She made sure to let the barrel of the rifle stick out the door far enough so there would be no funny business or further questions.

"Yes, ma'am. If I'm not putting you out too much, I'd like to fill my canteen and water my horse, and I'd thank you kindly for the hospitality. It's a scorcher today and I'm afraid my horse is mighty thirsty."

Sarah stepped onto the porch, the gray weathered boards creaking slightly, the rifle heavy in her grip as she watched the man lead the bay closer to the well. Then she felt a spark of guilt over her lack of compassion for the stranger passing through her property. Nathaniel would be upset at her behavior. If he could see her standing there, ready to shoot the man through the heart, he'd have words with her.

"You new to these parts?" she asked.

"Yes'm. Riding in to see the sheriff. He's a friend of mine."

Sheriff Redford. He and his wife, Molly, were friends of hers, too. "You had breakfast today?"

"A couple of corn dodgers and leftover roasted rabbit when I rose."

The sun burned straight overhead, shooting blinding rays, reminders that the man had likely gotten up six hours ago. Nathaniel had always been able to eat as much as she could cook, and this fellow probably had a powerful hunger by now. "What's your name? What are you doing in these parts?"

"TJ, ma'am. I'm the new circuit rider. I'll be in town over Sunday to preach. Didn't mean to frighten your boy."

Since when did Gullywash have a preacher?

"This'll be my first time here. Sheriff Redford invited me when he picked up a prisoner last month and heard me in the pulpit. I guess I do all right according to some folks."

Nice-looking man for a preacher, but too young to be able to understand what was in his Bible…which was nothing. Nothing that made any sense to her. Not anymore. And besides, looks had little to do with it. So what?

However, the hat, gloves, black jacket-why, the sun must be baking him alive. She should at least be polite. After settling the rifle against the side of the door, she put a hand to her forehead and shaded her eyes. She attempted a smile but realized it must look painted on her face; she hadn't smiled much lately. "You look mighty green to be a preacher. Can't be much older than I am. How do you expect to teach folks?"

"I can assure you, I'm old enough to preach and then some." He slipped out of the saddle and Sarah reached for the rifle again.

She bit the side of her lip, trying to decide whether or not to give the man some bread and honey, when she heard a scream. "Mah-ma!"

Sarah spun around and she dropped the rifle to the porch with a loud crash. The scream had come from the back of the house. She dashed down the porch two steps at a time and ran around the side of the house, where she froze. Her spindly four-year-old clung to the edge of the roof, fingers clawing to keep from falling. He screamed her name. "Mama, catch me. I can't hold on no more!"

"Zach!" Her feet froze to the ground. Not again. God, please, not again. I can't lose my baby, too.

With the charge of a bull, the preacher pushed past her. He stopped below Zach and held up both arms. "Drop down, boy. C'mon. I'll catch you."

"Mama? Mama! I'm falling!"

"Let go. I've got you." The preacher reached both arms up, his fingers nearly touching Zach's feet. The span of his limbs was near as wide as a sturdy tree's.

Sarah's heart thundered in her ears as her precious boy dropped into the man's grasp. She rushed to their side, her arms half around Zach and half around the stranger. She buried her face in Zach's teary face. "Oh, Zach, whatever were you doing up on the roof? You know better. Shame on you for scaring me. Are you sure you're all right?"

His tears dampened his shirt and he licked the moisture from his upper lip. "I climbeded up the tree and out on the roof. I was tryin' to p'tect you, Mama. Like Daddy. I had a rock I coulda throwed at that man if he hurt you." He dropped a threatening frown at the preacher and hugged Sarah tighter. "Sor-ry. I dinnunt mean to scare you." He looked at the big man with as much courage as fear-her four-year-old boy doing his best to take his father's place.

Please leave your email addy for me to contact you in case you win. Good luck, I'll be choosing some winners this Saturday, Mar. 29th!



Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Your reviews and giveaways!


BE KIND TO YOUR AUTHORS
Remember to be kind to your authors. If you win a book that you intend to read, please be kind and leave a review for the author. They use their advanced copies for promotion. Even if you didn’t like the book, leave an honest review.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Last chance! Luck 'O the Irish Giveaway!

Even if you aren't Irish and don't believe in luck,
you can still put your email addy below and:
May the force be with you! oops wrong one.

All kidding aside, I'm giving away a bunch of books. Since I didn't do my usual 
Valentine's Day romance giveaway, I'm giving away books for St. Patty's Day!

Rose Ross Zediker's The Widow's Suitor
Davalynn Spencer's The Cowboy Takes a Wife
and my The Preacher's New Family

I'm giving away up to 7 books, so leave your email addy and good luck, blessings to you, may the force be with you, may your toast always fall buttered side up...and so forth.



Hoping you will be blessed!



PLEASE LEAVE EMAIL ADDY BY WED. 4TH

Saturday, March 1, 2014

CONGRATULATIONS!

CONGRATS, TERRI, ANN, CATHY AND VIRGINIA. I'LL CONTACT YOU PRIVATELY FOR YOUR ADDRESSES AND BETHANY HOUSE WILL SEND YOUR COPIES.
Don't forget to go to Amazon and Goodreads and leave a review. Kate would appreciate it!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

GIVEAWAY For Such a Time/Interview With Kate Breslin

 Kate, thank you for visiting today.  I'm excited to give away four ARCs for you novel, For Such a Time!
We want to hear about you and promote your new book that releases in April, For Such a Time. Hi, Linda, thank you for hosting me today. I am so honored to share my journey through this novel with you and others!

The holocaust is a tough topic, particularly today. What made you decide to do an historical on such a difficult issue?  The idea initially came as I was reading from the Biblical Book of Esther. I knew the Jewish people had suffered at the hands of one society or another throughout history, and as I observed similarities between the wicked Haman’s plot to destroy the Jews and Hitler’s Holocaust of WWII, I wondered if I could superimpose Queen Esther’s story into this more modern venue. Yet I had no idea how emotional this journey would be for me. I knew little about the subject when I began my research, and so the stories of Nazi brutality versus the courage and faith-keeping of those who faced death moved me as nothing else could. Needless to say I had to write this story, and tread carefully with it; the Holocaust remains a sensitive subject and rightly so; I strove to treat it with the solemnity it deserved, while writing a fiction romance novel.

Let’s face it, your endorsement by Debbie Macomber, #1 NYT bestseller, is going to intrigue a lot of people and encourage them to buy your book. Why else should a reader pick up your novel and want to open it? I think many readers enjoy Queen Esther’s story from the Bible. It’s not only a love story, but Esther’s courage in the face of death is legendary—both ideals I think readers want to identify with. I also hope they are curious to know more about events that took place during the Holocaust (though my characters are fictitious) and ultimately to reaffirm that love, combined with faith in God is the most powerful force on earth; that with it nothing is impossible.

You are obviously drawn to historic detail. What started you down that road? That’s funny—I used to sit and daydream during history class in school. J But I have to thank the deft hand of those historical romance authors who rekindled my passion for the subject. As I read and got my history lessons (without knowing it) that passion became a determination to write my own historical novels.

You weave a strong romantic thread in your novel. Did you find that hard to do considering the topic? Yes, very difficult; I had to really climb inside my characters’ heads in order to make the events believable. I’ll just say at this point, there are no two-dimensional characters. Even the worst villain loves his mother.

Can you tell us something about you that we might not know or imagine? My writing career started very early; I wrote poems as a child—inside hand-made birthday cards, framed in pictures, or scribbled on sheets of notebook paper. If I misbehaved, I’d apologize by composing a poem for my mom and tuck it beneath her pillow so she’d find it when she awoke in the morning. That usually worked, too! J

What kind of time do you give your writing? Was this something you wrote over five years, or did the idea hit with a passion and let you go for it right away?  This story was long in the making because of its nature; there was so much research, rewriting, revising, and it simply took years to accomplish. And I wasn’t always writing on it; oftentimes, I’d just sit thinking about how it might come together, making my characters and the entire event believable. Nowadays, with another story for Bethany House in the works, I try and write several hours each day during the work week and sometimes the weekend.

So…tell us. What’s up your sleeve for a future story? Ah, yes, I’m very excited about the next novel. It’s another historical romance, one which takes place in Britain during WWI. The current release date is April of 2015. Much of my research is finished, so I’ve dug in and am happily typing away!

Visit Kate on her site for more information:
http://www.katebreslin.com/


And don't forget to leave your email addy for a chance to win one of four ARCs . . . For Such a Time!

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