Showing posts with label #Amazon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Amazon. Show all posts

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Alice K. Arenz Interview & Giveaway

Welcome, Alice K. Arenz to this Writing with God's Hope blog. I'm so excited to interview a past Carol award winner. Thanks to the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) loop, I only recently "met" you, so I loved getting better acquainted. I read and reviewed your book. For those who might like to see my review, I added it to the bottom of this post.

Also, everyone be sure and scroll to the end because Alice is offering a fantastic giveaway offer, so don't miss out on that.



Where did you get the idea for your book?

I’ve always said that my ideas, inspiration, etc., come from God. Jenny is no different in that matter than anything else I’ve ever written—published or unpublished.  I was first “given” this title what seems a million years ago as it was back in high school. What triggered it? I’ve no idea. The title came into my head with the admonishment that I wasn’t to forget it—there was a story here that would come later.  I never forgot the title or that promise.

 

How did you find your publisher?

Short answer: I didn’t. Longer answer . . .

 

About six years ago, my original publisher went another direction, my health got really sketchy and I believed writing was in my past. Then, last year, a dear friend, Bonnie Engstrom, suggested I contact her publisher and I not only got a contract for three new books, but after getting my rights back from my initial publisher, my first three books were re-issued! So the advice is that if this is something you really want to do, feel God leading you to do, NEVER, EVER, GIVE UP!  God will find a way!

 
What an inspiring testimony. Thanks.
Are you working on any other projects that you can tell us about?

My next project is a Women’s Fiction called A Question of Survival, a story about spousal abuse…and survival.  I was hoping to get this out by the beginning of August, but haven’t been feeling well enough to write like I’d wanted.

 

What kind of books do you enjoy reading?

Unfortunately, due to some health issues, I haven’t been able to concentrate on reading a book now for sometime—and because of hypersensitivity to sound, it also rules out audio books. When I began this recent foray back into writing, I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it. I can’t spend very long working, amazed if it goes beyond a half hour or so. But I’m trusting in God to see me through. If this is where He wants me, then I know He will give me the ability and strength to see it through.

 
I will sure begin praying for your health. Sorry, that it's been a rough time lately.
Tell us something about yourself, especially about your writing journey.

I’ve always had a very active imagination, but didn’t really write much down until I was twelve or so. A lot of years went by before I took writing seriously. I devoured Writer’s Digest Magazine, took a creative writing course at the local university, and sent “over the transom” queries to editors and agents. In the early 90s I landed a contract with a New York literary agency. Though it didn’t produce the hoped-for results, it taught me a lot about how much discipline and determination were vital necessities in the writing world. Years later I joined American Christian Fiction Writers, learned a lot from the group, and made some contacts that eventually earned me a contract with a small press.

In spite of a myriad of health issues—especially the hypersensitivity in my fingers and hands which makes typing a challenge, between 2008 and 2010, I managed to get three books written and published. Those books, The Case of the Bouncing Grandma (cozy mystery), The Case of the Mystified M.D. (cozy mystery), and Mirrored Image (classic romantic mystery/suspense), all finaled in ACFW’s Carol Awards, with The Case of the Mystified M.D. winning in 2010.

 
After a five year absence from the writing scene because of even more challenging health issues, I signed with a new publisher, Forget Me Not Romances, a division of Winged Publications, published my fourth novel, a classic romantic suspense, An American Gothic, re-issued the previous three with wonderful new covers and changes, AND had my fifth novel, Portrait of Jenny, published by Take Me Away Books, also a division of Winged Publications. Talk about feeling God’s blessing with this second chance!

 
How wonderful! I'll bet with your health problem, I could answer the question below.
Did you ever feel like giving up on your writing?  And how did you press through this?

Yes, often. But writing is a part of me, a part of who I am. Even during the darkest of times the hope of continuing this journey remained. So, how have I “pressed through?”  God. There is no other explanation.


That's the answer for everything, isn't it, Alice?
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Spending time with my children and grandchildren—which I’ll never get enough of!

 
What’s your favorite Scripture verse?

My favorite of favorites is John 3:16-17, probably because it is the first one I learned by heart when I was very young.  I also love Isaiah 42:16—“I will turn darkness into light before them, and make crooked ways straight.”  That one is over my computer desk and reminds me every day that God IS by my side.

 
Tell us about Portrait of Jenny


Not even a beautiful woman can save Richard Tanner from his past.
Following an explosive—and public—argument with his ex-girlfriend, artist Richard Tanner races into a rainstorm, gripped by a powerful migraine. He wanders to the gazebo in University Park, where he meets the beautiful and mysterious Jenny—a brief encounter that leaves an indelible impression on his mind—and in his paintings.
When Detective Jack Hargrave accuses Richard of the brutal assault on his ex, he finds himself confronting demons of a past he doesn’t remember. A time when little Richie Tanner walked into University Park whole, was beaten and left to die…a time that may hold the key to his future.

You can purchase the book at:
 





Portrait of Jenny is the newest book of 2010 ACFW Carol Award winning author, Alice K. Arenz. This follows last August’s release of An American Gothic, also a mystery/suspense.  
Cozy mysteries The Case of the Bouncing Grandma (2009 Carol finalist), The Case of the Mystified M.D., (2010 Carol winner), and mystery/suspense Mirrored Image (2011 Carol finalist), have been re-released by Forget Me Not Romances.

 

 

Visit Arenz at her website www.akawriter.com

 
My review of Portrait of Jenny:
 
Arenz's knack for detail makes her book wordy but explanatory to ones of us seeking to understand the specifics of the crime. Portrait of Jenny is a complex and intriguing mystery. The author offers many red herrings for readers to chase and make their determination of whodunnit before the aggravating Detective Jack Hargrove learns the truth, or Richard Tanner gets killed.. Leaves you still thinking about the story.
 
 
 
Now, for the giveaway:

Win an e-book of Portrait of Jenny.
 
Post a comment below. Make sure you give your e-mail. We'll enter you into a contest. The winner will be announced on Sunday, August 14 after the midnight of the 13th deadline. So, don't delay. Leave your comment & e-mail now.
 

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Amazon

I took Terri Main's advice and set up my first global link to Amazon. So far, I've only set up one for my devotion book, Divine Dining: 365 Devotions to Guide You to Healthier Weight and Abundant Wellness. When you click on this link, it takes you to the Amazon page that sells that book, but it's the store that's near to you, in your language.

The link is mybook.to/DivineDining


If you live in another country, and find this book in your most-used Amazon store, please, comment, Facebook message, or e-mail me. I would love to know if it works.

Thank you, my friends. God bless.
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Renee Blare Asks What Matters?

Let me offer a hearty welcome to Christian author, Renee Blare. She ponders "what matters" for our Writing with God's Hope blog today.

Have you ever wondered if people care? If anything really matters?
You could shout from the rooftops or scream at the top of your lungs, but in the end, would it make a difference? Maybe you should whisper? It’d probably save the sore throat.
After all, nobody really cares, nothing really matters. Right?
            Wrong. God cares. You matter.

I remember the moment I was saved.
No, not the day I heard of Jesus Christ. I’d heard His name my whole life. That name really didn’t mean much to me. It was just another name in a book. True, it was a very special book…but alas, it was merely paper and ink to me.
Now that I’ve made some ears burn and caused a few deep gasps of horror, stay with me.

As I said, I’d heard the name of Jesus, my whole life. What do I mean by that? Before I could walk, I played to songs of His name in the church nursery. I cut my teeth on the Holy Bible…literally. In addition to gum relief, I discovered certain rules came with it. Such things as when to use it, when not to, and most important of all, how to use it. And I learned well.

In other words, I could “talk the talk.” I even managed to improvise on a few occasions and “walk the talk”, so to speak. Right down the aisle into the baptistery. After all, that’s what a good “Christian” does, right?

Then came adolescence. Acne, glasses, braces…all in one year! The world hit with a bang. We’d moved to a brand new one too. World, that is. From the bayou of Louisiana to the high plains of Wyoming, culture shock rocked me to my very toes.
           On the outside, I remained the model “Christian.” I went to church every Sunday, and youth group on Wednesday. I even managed a camp or two. But God remained a complete stranger and it showed I used the language more conducive of a long-haul trucker or oilrig hand. I actually made a verbal agreement with my high school principal. “Keep it clean in the halls. Free reign at the games.” No, I’m not joking.

After the strain of adolescence snowballed into high school, (appropriate connotation for Wyoming, wouldn’t you say?) life took on new challenges. Migraines, my father’s business issues, and family health crises made days in my household interesting, if not dangerous. A lot for a teenager to handle, but unavoidable. But I made it..
I graduated and threw myself into church with a passion. Choir, Sunday Worship, Wednesday Night Bible Study, Singles’ Group, all to no end. I was still confused and miserable. What was I missing? What was the point to all this anyway?

Then it happened.

One cold Thursday night at Singles’ Group, we were studying Galatians. Afterwards, we began to pray, and it was like something or Someone slammed a two-by-four into the side of my head. All of a sudden, the years of Sunday School, all the children songs, hymns, sermons—everything I’d heard for the last eighteen years—made sense.

I asked Jesus into my heart that night. I knew Him at last. I realized He’d always been at my side, waiting…knocking. And that night, I let Him in.

I was…finally…a Christian, and my life changed. Instantly. It has never been the same.

 

If you’re asking yourself if God cares? He’s standing by your side right now. Waiting.

Ask Him into your heart and find out. You’ll always matter to Him.

 

Gal 2:20 (NKJV)  “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

 Oh, thank you, Renee. That was beautiful. I think many of us Christians will be able to identify with at least some of your story. Until we find Christ, religion isn't enough.
 
I love your humor, Renee. Tell us about your book:

To Soar on Eagle’s Wings


Spring’s in the air. While the sun shines in Timber Springs, snow falls on the Snowy Range, and trouble’s brewing in the meadows. The area’s new game warden, Steve Mitchell launches his first wildlife investigation of the season but the trouble follows him—straight to town.

Rachel Fitzgerald’s on Spring Break. Or at least she’s trying. Between paperwork, and harassing phone calls, she may as well have stayed in her classroom. So much for relaxation. A ‘chance’ meeting with her brother’s old roommate offers her weary soul a shred of hope, but she discovers love, like life, isn’t easy.

He talks with the wisdom of the Lord but rejects the future. She wants to soar with the eagles but walks alone. And trusting God proves to be more of a challenge than ever before…

 

 


Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, Renee started writing poetry in junior high school and that, as they say, was that. After having her son, a desire to attend pharmacy school sent her small family to the University of Wyoming in Laramie, and she's been counting pills ever since. While writing's her first love, well, after the Lord and husband, she also likes to fish and hunt as well as pick away on her classical guitar.
Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she serves the community of northeastern Wyoming as a pharmacist and pens her Christian stories, keeping them interesting with action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.
·         contact@reneeblare.com

·         Website: www.reneeblare.com



·         Group Blog: Putting on the New: http://puttingonthenew.com/

·         Group Blog: HeartWings: http://www.heartwingsblog.com/










 
I am honored by your visit today, Renee, and I thank you. Does anyone have questions or comments to make?

Saturday, May 23, 2015

A Visit with James R. Callan

One of my favorite authors, Jim Callan, released a new book, Over My Dead Body, this month. I'm so excited for him. In honor of this new venture, Jim agreed to write a post for Writing with God's Hope blog viewers. I know you'll enjoy this cute, homespun story.



Grandmother and the Red Blood Cells

 

I sat down to write this post on Mother’s Day, so naturally I thought of my mother. She was a very special person, as most mothers are. Her formal education didn’t extend beyond high school, but nevertheless she had the best diction of any person I have known. She believed that how a person spoke reflected who they were and she taught herself to speak beautifully, with no regional accent, no mispronounced words, no grammar goofs.  She developed a superior vocabulary through extensive reading. Without formal training, she became an accomplished librarian.

But, once, she exhibited one small flaw – to me, at least. She took the doctor’s word as gospel.

But another mother straightened things out.

Sometime in my early years, I became anemic . Who knows why at that particular moment I had less healthy red blood cells than usual. I certainly was now suffering from malnutrition.  In fact, I had none of the conditions one might associate with anemia.  But for whatever reason, some of my red blood cells had gone walkabout. 

The good doctor said my mother should feed me rice. There are many ways to fix rice, but mother came up with the least acceptable way.  She put it in front of me, I took one look and said, “Mush.”

And I refused to eat it.

As I had never refused to do things my mother asked, she was flummoxed.  She called the doctor, who said, don’t give him anything else. Just put it back in front of me at each meal until I got hungry enough to eat it.

I continued to refuse to eat that mush.

Maybe my white cells would also reduce, thus getting them in balance with the reds. Not a good idea, but then, I was only eight.

There were rumors, some of which persist even today, that my older sister smuggled bits of nourishment to me at night.  I don’t remember that – today.  But I do remember my grandmother.

Several days had past, and the same old bowl of mush rice, or rice mush, sat in front of me at each meal. But this day, my father’s mother was visiting. 

Near the end of the meal, with the mush still untouched, my grandmother asked what was going on. My mother explained the instructions from the doctor.

Nana was a small woman, always smiling and cheerful. But she could be forceful. She looked around the table and ordered everybody out of the room. She would take care of this. Everyone left and her smile left also. 

She took a small spoon of the rice and gave it to me. “Eat this.”

Nana only had sons, and I was her only grandson. So I was her favorite.  I knew she would make things okay. I took the spoonful of awful mush, and somehow managed to get it down without throwing up.

Then, Nana took the bowl of rice and dumped it in the trash. She called my mother in. “He’s eaten some rice. Now, let’s give this boy some dinner.” From there on, my diet returned to normal.

My red blood cells must have been encouraged. The next time the doctor checked, my blood was back to normal also.

Nana was so sweet everybody tried to please her.  Personally, I think the red blood cells decided they would please her also.

 
Jim's book isn't near so sweet.
 
A large corporation is taking land by eminent domain.  Syd Cranzler stands in its way, threatening a court battle. After a heated meeting with the corporation representative, Syd is found dead from an overdose of heart medication.  The police call it suicide. Case closed.
 
But Father Frank, Syd’s pastor, and Georgia Peitz, another member of the church, don’t believe Syd committed suicide and begin to look for clues of what really happened. Will this affect Georgia’s romantic interest in the lead detective?
 
When the priest is almost poisoned, they convince the police to investigate further. Immediately, Father Frank becomes the target of rumors and speculation he might have had something to do with Syd’s death.
 
The more clues Father Frank and Georgia uncover, the more danger they find themselves in. Can they find the real killer before they become victims?  

Wow, that sounds exciting, Jim. Love who-done-its. Where can we purchase a copy?


Amazon Author Page:    http://amzn.to/1eeykvG
Over My Dead Body, is available at:   http://amzn.to/1BmYQ0Q



 
 
After a successful career in mathematics and computer science, receiving grants from the National Science Foundation and NASA, and being listed in Who’s Who in Computer Science and Two Thousand Notable Americans, James R. Callan turned to his first love—writing.  He wrote a monthly column for a national magazine for two years. He has had four non-fiction books published.  He now concentrates on his favorite genre, mystery/suspense, with his sixth book releasing in 2015.
 
Twitter:   @jamesrcallan
FB:  James Callan
 
 
 
Thanks for visiting the Writing with God's Hope blog again. I always enjoy having you as my guest. I loved your story and am eager to read the new book.

 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

A Visit and Giveaway from Author, Gail Kittleson




Gail and her husband Lance delight in their grandchildren in St. Ansgar, Iowa.
Winter months find Gail in Pine, AZ, writing and editing like crazy. She has facilitated workshops 
and women's retreats in various hospice, parish nurse, and church venues. She's available for
speaking engagements for book clubs and women's groups, and usually shares on the
writing process, women's spiritual and emotional growth, and transition and loss.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I enjoyed recently getting acquainted online with Gail Kittleson and knew the viewers of Writing with God's Hope blog would, also. Gail has a special giveaway today. Find out how to qualify for the drawing by scrolling all the way to the bottom of this post.
 
 
 
Gail, where did you get the idea for your latest book?
 
 "From my life" would be the obvious answer for a memoir, but a lifetime of reading paved the way. Other authors' honesty (The Diary of a Young Girl, Tuesdays With Morrie, Julie and Julia, The Glass Castle and many more) affected my understanding of memoir.
 
But a powerful assignment in a workshop back in the summer of 2003 got me started. This kind of writing goes deep, and a supportive group made all the difference. I use that same pivotal assignment often in facilitating workshops and retreats. 
By the way, I didn’t plan to write a memoir that day in that class—I just started writing, kept on, and the result, years later, was Catching Up With Daylight.
 
 
Many of us long for rest, as the author did while renovating an old house after her husband's 
first deployment to Iraq. Yet a different hunger undergirded that desire: a hunger for wholeness
 
 
How did you find your publisher?
 
I read about WhiteFire Publishing, did some research, and submitted. This company’s editors are professional, generous, and reliable. I've been delighted with their work and so appreciate the camaraderie of WhiteFire’s author family. 
 
 
Are you working on any other projects that you can tell us about?
 
Yes, several. I’m awaiting the next edits for my contracted women's fiction and my World War II series is being considered by a publisher. I also keep working on a pioneer series.
  
 
What kind of books do you enjoy reading?
 
Anything World War II, fiction and nonfiction, fascinates me. I read Women's Fiction (Jane Kirkpatrick is one of my favorite authors), Biography, of course Memoir, and lately, a mystery or two. I’ve always enjoyed poetry, especially Emily Dickinson and John Donne. 
 
 
Oh, I like Emily Dickinson, too. What has your writing journey been like so far?
 
Full of starts and stops. Then a big re-start at that writers’ workshop, and pretty steady since then. I always knew writing was my vocation, yet it took a long, long time to believe I had anything worthwhile to say. Some of us have to grow into our calling, and wonder “why all those wasted years?”
 
But I can also say the journey has been necessary—expressing oneself on paper requires believing in yourself, and that sort of turn-around doesn’t happen overnight. The kind of writing memoir demands can be painful, and I didn’t necessarily realize the effect until after the fact.
 
Years ago when I prayed for inner peace, I had no idea how much I was asking!
 
 
I can so identify with that, Gail. I agree that to express ourselves on paper requires self confidence. Must've been why God delayed my writing for years.
 
Do you have another book due to come out soon?
 
Yes. Do you hear my YIPPEE!? I’m not someone who always wanted to write fiction—my first story surprised me to pieces. There have been many since then, but my first contract (with Vintage Rose) is for a women’s fiction titled In This Together.
 
I don’t know the release date yet, but hopefully this year. It’s the story of Dottie, a Gold Star mother and widow, set in 1947. Having come through a lot and successfully reared three children, she now works at a boarding house, deals with her grief, and expects life to continue in a hum-drum way. Boy, is she in for a surprise!
 
Oh, I must read that one. Congratulations. Keep us posted.
 
Where is your favorite place to pray or reflect by yourself?
 
 Walking, almost anywhere, but preferably in nature. We live in an Iowa small town, so there’s plenty of space, and in the winter I walk in an Arizona Ponderosa pine forest.
 
Tell me a fun fact about yourself.
 
I’ve lived on three continents (not for very long periods!) and visited a fourth. Also, I have a title addiction. They pop into my head consistently, like certain melodies that take over your mind.
 
Oh, that's funny.
 
 
Now tell us where we can purchase Catching Up with Daylight. 
 
 
Now, how do you qualify to go in the drawing for an online copy of Catching Up with Daylight?
 
All you must do is click on "post a comment" below and leave a comment or question for Gail. Make sure to leave your e-mail address. We'll draw from the comments at midnight on March 3.
 
Thank you, Gail, for stopping by the Writing with God's Hope blog today. Happy writing.
 
 

Saturday, December 27, 2014

It's Here!

I'm so excited to announce my debut women's fiction is now up for purchase. Thank you, Pen-L Publishing. Many have placed a pre-order with them, and hopefully, you already have your copy in hand.

For those who didn't pre-order, you can now get immediate shipping, or go to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or the Pen-L Publishing book store, or at your local bookseller.


How can a woman who gives to everyone but herself accept God’s love and healing when she believes she’s fat, unworthy, and unfixable? Can she be Worth Her Weight?

 

     LACEY CHANDLER helps her mother, her sister, her friend, and then she binges on food and wonders is there really a God?

     BETTY CHANDLER hates being handicapped and useless, so she lashes out at the daughter that helps, and the God who doesn’t seem to care.

     TOBY WHEELER loves being police chief in Wharton Rock, but when the devil invades the small town, he can’t release control.

 


Is God enough in Wharton Rock?
 
 
Purchase link at Pen-L is
 
 
 
 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Stressed Out with Carole Brown

With a November 1 deadline on edits for my women's fiction and thirteen teen short stories, I needed the post today written by our guest blogger. Perhaps, some of the rest of you do, too. Award-wining author, Carole Brown, talks about being Stressed Out.

Carole could be a bit stressed since her book launches on Facebook November 10. Scroll down for the link.

She wished she could go away. Papa had always told her she needed to broaden her horizons. But now, at the beginning of war?

 

No, she couldn’t leave the boarding house to Papa and her sisters to run. She would have to stick it out. ~~from With Music in Their Hearts

 

 

I was feeling stressed out, tired and over anxious about nothing and everything. Snappish at the one person I adore in this world--my husband, offended at the slightest provocation at others’ supposed slights, and trying to hide the impatience I felt at my friend’s “unimportant” complaints.

 

Couldn’t they see how overworked I was?

How could they ask me to do another task?

Why couldn’t I get this long list completed?

 

Ever felt like you were the proverbial camel eyeing that last straw a big hand was getting ready to lay on your back?

 

No matter whether you’re an author/writer or a fellow-laborer for the God we serve, at times we take on too much, we try to be super-human, when what we really need to do is:

 

Ÿ         Say no. We are not the only person who can coordinate that needed project!

Ÿ         Remember that the list will still be here tomorrow. If you cross off one or two items, you’re an accomplished person.

Ÿ         Take time to relax.

 

This past weekend we took a few days to go camping with family and friends. We invited our two-year-old grandson to go along. There’s not a lot of things that can get me to relax as well as the presence of family and friends. Yes, I’ll have to admit I worked all the way down the interstate with occasional glances up to see the scenery my husband and son were pointing out and enjoying.

 

But once there, I turned off the laptop, saw I had NO reception to my cell phone, and gave in to a time of fun and laughter. 

 

Carole's family de-stressing
 
How did it go?

 

 
I came away more relaxed. On the way home, I joined in with my husband and grandson as we worked to see who could see the next bridge or the next horse. My husband and I discussed and talked and laughed and snacked together all the way home.

 

As the excerpt from my soon-to-be-released says, Emma Jaine wanted to escape her problems, but realized she couldn’t. And we can’t always escape. But that doesn’t mean we can’t schedule a much-needed retreat for however long.

 

Jesus went up in the mountains to commune with God and become stronger. He and his disciples went out in the boat to get away for a bit. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to take a much needed time for yourself. Whether it’s an hour a day soaking in your tub, reading a book in a comfy chair or joining a friend for lunch, do it! Your body--and your family and friends--will thank you!


That's a good reminder for us all, Carole. Thank you. Now, tell us something about With Music In Their Hearts.


 

Angry at being rejected for military service, Minister Tyrell Walker accepts the call to serve as a civilian spy within his own country. Across the river from Cincinnati, Ohio, a spy working for a foreign country is stealing secret plans for newly developed ammunition to be used in the war. According to his FBI cousin, this spy favors pink stationery giving strong indications that a woman is involved.

 

He’s instructed to obtain a room in the Rayner Boarding House run by the lovely, spunky red-haired Emma Jaine Rayner. Sparks of jealousy and love fly between them immediately even as they battle suspicions that one or the other is not on the up and up.

 

While Tyrell searches for the murdering spy who reaches even into the boarding home, Emma Jaine struggles with an annoying renter, a worried father (who could be involved in this spy thing), and two younger sisters who are very different but just as strong willed as she is.

 

As Tyrell works to keep his double life a secret and locate the traitor, he refuses to believe that Emma Jaine could be involved even when he sees a red-haired woman in the arms of another man. Could the handsome and svelte banker who’s also determined to win Emma Jaine’s hand for marriage, be the dangerous man he’s looking for? Is the trouble-making renter who hassles Emma Jaine serving as a flunky? Worse, is Papa Rayner so worried about his finances and keeping his girls in the style they’re used to, that he’ll stoop to espionage?

 

Will their love survive the danger and personal issues that arise to hinder the path of true love?

 

 

With Music in Their Heart releases November 2014! Check out my personal links to keep in touch for availability! Then look for it on Amazon. Book Launch is scheduled for November 10 on facebook.


/Scroll on down for an except from chapter one.

First, I would guess that Writing with God's Hope viewers would like to know more about Carole Brown.


Brown not only has her award winning (Laurel Award finalist, Selah finalist; Genesis semi-finalist) debut novel, The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman, available for purchase now, but a companion book called West Virginia Scrapbook: From the Life of Caralynne Hayman, filled with tidbits of information about West Virginia, quotes, recipes from West Virginia and from Caralynne’s life, pictures and discussion questions for the novel.

 

November, 2013, the first book in her mystery series, Hog Insane, released. It’s a fun, lighthearted novel introducing the characters, Denton and Alex Davies.

 

Releasing November, 2014, is the first book in a new WWII romantic suspense series: With Music In Their Hearts. Three red-headed sisters. Three spies. Three stories.

 

Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?

 

 

Connect with her here:






 

 

I also am part of several other blogs:


Barn Door Book Loft: http://www.barndoorbookloft.net/
 
Remember that Facebook link for the November 10 launch of With Music In Their Hearts.
 
Now, as promised, here's an excerpt from With Music In Their Hearts.
 
 
Excerpt from Chapter One
A vehicle’s tires spinning gravel behind him warned him he’d not lost the black car. Slowing. Creeping. Engine purring. Only a few feet separated him from the car and making a sudden decision, he jogged around the corner and hugged the building trying to put distance between it. The car’s tires squealed as the car sped up. The driver took the corner, gravel crunching and spinning into the air.
They must have spotted him for the driver braked, throwing the passenger forward. Tyrell flung himself at the car and grabbed for the door handle.
The window slid down.
Something tugged at his arm.
And the handle tore from his grasp as the car accelerated.
The seemingly belated, reverberating crack of a gun vibrated the air around him.
The car spun around a far corner, and Tyrell reached up to rub his stinging arm. The sticky wetness drew his attention.
Blood. He saw the tear in his coat sleeve, the minute traces of blood oozing.
He’d been shot?
Why would they—whoever they were—want to shoot at him? It was a scratch, and they’d been close enough to kill him if they’d wanted to.
They didn’t want to. What were they after? A scare tactic? To warn him away? From what? Perhaps all this was a coincidence, a figment of his active imagination.
No sign of the car. Satisfied he was rid of them, he entered the hotel. At the reception desk, he filled out the necessary papers, climbed the stairs, and headed down the hallway.
At the far end, a red-haired woman inserted a key into the lock.
Was she the same woman who’d been in the recruitment office? That hat . . . He called out, “Hey, lady.”
She glanced his way, her luxurious hat tilted at just the right angle to hide one side of her face. With a flip of her plaid skirt, she shoved open her door and disappeared inside.
Tyrell hesitated at his own door, next to her’s, but inserted his key and entered. Inside, he switched on a light then as quickly flicked it off. He stepped to the window.
And drew in a breath as if he’d been sucker-punched.
Down below, across from the hotel, the streetlight reflected off a long, black Oldsmobile. Standing beside the car staring up at the hotel, stood Ben Hardy.
            His cousin and best friend.
 
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Thank you, Carole, for telling us about you and your book. It sounds like a must-read. Any comments or questions, anyone?