Monday, September 1, 2014

Mississippi Nights by D M Webb

Two brothers, one death—the bond of brotherhood faces its greatest challenge against resentment and guilt.

Can the love between two brothers eventually win against pain and guilt?

When Firefighter David Boyette’s fiancée perishes in a car fire, he blames his brother, Sgt. Jeremy Boyette, for her death.

Three years later, David returns home with a dark and devastating secret. With the help of family, a woman’s love, and a small child’s devotion, can David overcome insurmountable odds as he and Jeremy face the bitterness that enslaves him?

Together the brothers must decide if the bond of brotherhood is stronger than resentment and hate.

Excerpt

The white gravel drive, with its mailbox reading Dean and Leigh Boyette, wound down to the stately brick Georgian house. David had never driven the familiar ride with such apprehension. He was the prodigal son returning home—minus the guilt.
Rocks crunched beneath the tires as he brought his old, beat-up Chevy truck to a stop. He sat there, hands on the wheel, taking deep breaths. Sweat coated his palms. It has been three years since he last sat in this drive. Letters, phone calls, and e-mails has kept him touch, but now he was back in Jasper City for good. He was an adult, for crying out loud, and he did not need to be running home like a small child.
The door creaked, testimony of the truck’s age, as he opened it and stepped out onto the driveway. His boots, like the truck, has seen better days. So had he.
Old possessions. Old clothes. Old beyond his thirty-five years. Just plain old.
David grabbed his duffel bag from the bed of the truck and trudged the few steps to the front door. He sidestepped the fat tomcat asleep on the porch’s step. Fat Tom, big, yellow, and lazy.
“Mornin ’, Fat Tom,” David whispered.
Fat Tom opened one eye in greeting and then rolled over, perfecting cat arrogance.
David cocked his head. The door knocker was new, outlandish, and bulky. Mom’s idea. He lifted the clown and let it fall against the metal plating. Yep, that heavy clank would get someone’s attention.
So he did it again. And again. And again.
Someone yelled. “Coming!”
The clown went up and then down.
“I said I’m coming!”    
Again David lifted the clown and let it plummet.
“Coming!” This time the voice screeched.
The door jerked open, and the woman, plump, beautiful, and smelling of jasmine, screeched again. This time in delight. “David!”
His feet practically left the porch as his mother pulled his tall frame down to her, enveloping him in a strong hug. “Oh my goodness! You said next week, David! Oh my goodness!”
The mantra nearly brought him to tears as she kept him in a bear hug, rocking gently.
“I couldn’t wait, Mamma.” Her gray streaked hair muffled his voice. “I had to see you.”
She finally pulled back. “Oh, I have missed you. You look tired. And shaggy. Look at that hair. You would think it was the 70’s again.” She pulled at him. “Come in, silly! Go put your stuff up and get to the kitchen. I got to fatten you up again.”
David bent to kiss his mother’s cheek. “I’ve missed you, Mamma. And your cooking.”
“Your sister will be here in a little while, along with Marty Junior. She will be so surprised to see you.”
His mom practically skipped back to the kitchen as David climbed the stairs. Once again the familiar felt strange. Same pictures still hung on the wall. The handrail still wiggled. New rosy carpet covered the floor.
He turned right and stood in front of his bedroom. His dad had painted over the green stripes that he put on the door so long ago. He peered inside. A wave of sadness surged over him.
Same full sized bed. Same curtains. Same old furniture. But none of his life before remained. When he left, he had screamed, shouted, hurled curses, and said he would never return. Now his room was a guest room. His things must have been packed away in the attic or the storage building out back—his things that had once occupied the new home that he would have shared with Rebecca, things that David had moved into this room before he left it all behind. He forced a swallow past his dry throat and blocked those thoughts.
The duffel bag bounced once when he threw it on the bed. He sat beside it and buried his head in his hands. Weariness, that old cliché, washed over him and entered his bones.
He was too tired and too empty.
As exhilarated as his mother was to see him, and his father and Darlene probably would be also, he doubted Jeremy would welcome him back. Resentment, borderline hate, still flowed between them.
“Your things are in the attic.”
That deep, melodic voice had never changed. It commanded attention and brimmed with affection.
David smiled at his father, who leaned against the door frame. “Hey, Dad.”
“Come here, Son.” His father took two long strides and pulled David into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you home, Son. Let me look at you.” His dad held him at arm’s length. “You look tired. Beat up.”
“I am tired.”
“What happened in St. Louis?”
David shook his head. “Nothing, Dad. Nothing at all.”
“You needed home.” His dad could read him just as well as that well-worn Bible of his.

“Yeah. I needed home.”






About the Author

D.M. Webb (Daphne Self) resides in Hawkeye and Indians territory a.k.a. Marion, Iowa. A transplant from Mississippi who fell in love with the husker state, she spends her days writing, biking, antiquing, and planning adventures with her husband and sons. Having always dreamed of being a writer she pursues this dream with only one goal in mind: To Glorify His Name.  D.M. not only writes, but she's an avid reader who devours books in many genres. Catch some of her latest reviews at www.rebelbookreviews.blogspot.com or read her "once in a blue moon" blog posts at www.dmwebb-writebyfaith.blogspot.com. Beyond her writing and reading, she also volunteers as a judge for the Genesis Contest and Carols Awards through American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW).

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D M Webb is giving away a copy of Mississippi Nights. To be entered in the giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice—once on each Spotlight post for the author. Please note: The giveaway is for U.S. addresses only.



Friday, August 29, 2014

An Excited Welcome to Diane and David Munson!

I'm thrilled to welcome mult-published authors David & Diane Munson to the Barn Door Book Loft! I've read their books and enjoy the plots and their talent! David, Diane: 

Can you tell us a bit about your family, and what it is like where you live?
It’s interesting that you ask that question. Facing Justice was our debut novel and the publisher asked what we wanted to say about ourselves on the back cover.

Usually the cover says the author lives with his/her spouse, two children and Golden Retriever in North Carolina. Because both of us have made enemies in the criminal realm that went to prison, we asked the publisher to be non-conforming. As a result, our bio on the back of the book says we live in ‘an undisclosed location,’ which really ads to the suspense.

It turned out to be a wise decision. Since our first book was published, we have received uncomplimentary email at our website, from persons we put in prison.


Wow, exciting and scary! Do you travel? Has a place where you have traveled ever sparked a story idea?
Our novels are influenced greatly by our travels and the many cities where we have lived. As an undercover agent infiltrating international smuggling gangs, David has traveled with gang members to exotic and dangerous countries, many times entering illegally. Our careers took us to large cities, including Washington, D.C., where we were plunged into political intrigue (Diane worked for President Reagan in his Justice Department). We’ve also traveled throughout Europe and Central Asia on mission’s trips. Our plots are set in many of the places we’ve been. David’s favorite book is “Hero’s Ransom,” which includes China and Thailand (It includes aspects of Diane’s real child custody cases.) In Facing Justice, readers will follow our characters as they hunt down the bad guys in the Middle East and the small island of Socotra in the Indian Ocean.


Is there a story behind Facing Justice?
We’re asked about the inspiration for our novels, and have learned readers love knowing the ‘back story’. Facing Justice was inspired by a one of David’s cases shortly after he was recruited away from NCIS to the Drug Enforcement Administration. He was working with another Christian agent when they discovered a shipment of opium hidden in movie film canisters arriving from Thailand in a carton destined to a Christian missionary organization in Chicago and bearing its shipping labels.

Using other agents posing as delivery drivers (similar to a delivery of a valuable artifact in Hero’s Ransom) David and his partner detained an employee of the mission organization. It was unbelievable, but both agents knew this man. You might imagine their resulting quandary. Were this Christian organization and man doing something criminal, or were both the victim of some sinister plot by ungodly criminals?

The long lasting investigation caused suspicion on the part of the agents and the mission organization, and resulted in hurt feelings. For obvious reasons, we choose not to disclose how that investigation ended, but all of the angst is renewed as we’ve written a similar scenario. Federal agent Eva Montanna launches a case against Emile Jubayl in Facing Justice, who she discovers goes to her mega-church, and she knows his wife. The book cover blurb provides a teaser, but read this book very carefully all the way to the end of the epilogue. As in our real cases, clues to the truth are sometimes very subtle.


Love that story! Thanks for sharing. What is unique about the setting? How does it enhance the story?
We select each setting with great care. For Facing Justice, we wanted to show the readers the high drama involved with being a federal agent. So Eva is thrust into perilous situations on a terrorist-held island, a terrorist-controlled freighter, and an aircraft carrier. These dangers heighten her faith quotient and are set against her family life in the D.C. suburbs as a wife and mom, juggling it all.

In our most recent thriller, Stolen Legacy, agent Eva Montanna goes to Holland, Michigan, the site of an authentic working windmill named De Zwaan. This mill survived WWII in the Netherlands, was dismantled, moved to Michigan, and re-assembled. Stolen Legacy reveals how Eva helps Grandpa Marty write his WWII memoirs at the same time her family is threatened. She visits De Zwaan and then goes back into her grandfather’s time in the war, seeking clues as to who is coming after them. In WWII, Marty hid in similar windmills while helping the Dutch underground in the Netherlands. Later, the setting turns to England and Austria as Marty serves with the U.S. Monuments Men in retrieving art works stolen by the Nazis and hidden in salt mines.


Who is the most fun character you ever created?
In Hero’s Ransom, Zeb Carter leaps from the page. The veteran, elderly man lives next door to Sophie Worthing. Sophie is an artist caring for her grandson Lucas, while his single mom, Amber Worthing is on an archeological dig in China. When Amber is arrested and jailed for espionage, Sophie needs emotional support, and Zeb is there to give it. He’s the ever-doting neighbor, but also eccentric. His attempts to help Sophie  are like throwing gasoline on the flames of her already explosive emotions. He is loveable though, and is inspired by an elderly friend of ours. We hope he doesn’t read this blog. But then, we think we are creative enough writers that he won’t recognize himself.


What a great character. Sometimes I love secondary characters even more than the primary! Lol. What’s one genre you have never written, and probably never will?
Fantasy is popular, but we do not see the Biblical inspiration, so we will steer clear.


Here’s an interesting twist—two of your proposed questions answer the above question about our next book. Those other questions are:

What is the last thing you wrote?  What’s the first thing you ever wrote that you still have? 
They both can be answered together.

The last thing we’ve written is our next release, Embers of Courage, which is due for release on December 4, 2014. It’s also the first thing Diane wrote for publication; but it’s been fifteen years in the making. She penned the historical novel on yellow legal pads, and David typed the entire manuscript into a laptop. At that time, historic fiction wasn’t selling, so a publisher suggested because of our backgrounds that we should write a suspense/thriller together.

After eight novels, and the most recent (Stolen Legacy, which transcends decades), we decided to take on the historical intrigue surrounding Johann Gutenberg’s printing press and persecution of Christians, both in the fifteenth century and today. We had no idea how persecution for believing in Jesus Christ would become so widespread and terrifying in these last few weeks.

In our latest thriller, Eva Montanna comes face-to-face with persecution in her family and that of her ancestors. She delves into her family’s ancient Bible and is drawn into a mystery that highlights persecution of Christians for their faith, both here in the U.S. and throughout the world.

Thanks so much for joining us! 


Author Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pP20D0BOMg
Facing Justice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbDZPm8UbaQ


Buy their book here:
Personalized autographed copies
Amazon
Christianbook.com


About David and Diane:
When a millionaire drug-dealer wrote a memoir that became a movie staring Johnny Depp, Diane Munson decided the good guys wearing white hats should be the ones to write memoirs. A former Federal prosecutor, she knew the backstory. She asked David, a former undercover DEA Special Agent, to join her in writing about David’s arrest of Johnny Depp’s character in Chicago and other criminals in what the Munsons call ‘factional fiction’. Now, this husband and wife duo weave the thrills of back alley deals and major courtroom drama into international suspense novels. Diane Munson is an attorney of more than thirty years who transitioned from writing briefs for judges to writing inspiring fiction for readers. David Munson was a Special Agent with the NCIS and with the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA). As an undercover agent, he risked his life infiltrating international drug smuggling organizations. Diane and David have co-authored together eight suspense thrillers: Facing Justice, Confirming Justice, The Camelot Conspiracy, Hero’s Ransom, Redeeming Liberty, The Joshua Covenant, Stolen Legacy, and Night Flight, their thriller for young adults. Their ninth, “Embers of Courage” releases 12/04/2014.


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DAVID and DIANE is giving away a copy of FACING JUSTICE. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.







Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Facing Justice by Diane and David Munson

Back Cover
ExFeds, former Federal prosecutor Diane Munson and former undercover Federal Special Agent David Munson draw on their true-life experiences in this debut suspense novel about Special Agent Eva Montanna, whose twin sister died at the Pentagon on 9/11. Eva dedi cates her career to avenge her death while investi gating Emile Jubayl, a member of Eva’s church and CEO of Helpers International. He is accused of using his aid organization to funnel money to El Samoud, head of the Armed Revolutionary Cause, and successor to Al Qaeda. Family relationships are tested in this fast-paced, true-to-life legal thriller about the men and women who are racing to defuse the ticking time bomb of international terrorism. The Munsons’ thrillers are companion books, with characters reappearing in other novels, but each begins and ends a new story.


Read an Excerpt here:

The recruiter’s warning from thirteen years ago roared through Eva Montanna’s mind like a flash flood: “Few jobs have mundane moments punctuated by times of terror.” This was one of those jobs. This one of those times. Alert to every sound, Eva did not move and barely breathed. In the decrepit hallway, she turned her thin body to diminish her silhouette, and pressed the white “POLICE” letters on her jacket’s back against the wall.

A faint sound creaked in the distance. She strained to hear. Not footsteps. More like a loose board flopping in the wind. Outside, a storm gathered strength. Eva breathed, but not too deeply. Criminals were hiding in the building. Somewhere. Not knowing where was maddening.

“Come out!” she yelled.

The words ravaged her throat already sore from yelling. Sore from swallowing fear that frayed every nerve, especially after what happened to Jillie. Jillie! Sudden thoughts of her sister’s death rained down on her. Eva gripped her 9-millimeter Glock, feeling something stronger than fear. Bile rose past the curve in her long throat, a mixture of a bad lunch and raw anger. Hers was not a vicious anger. It continued to hurt, like a soft bone that would not heal.

No answer to her call. Experience told her no one would. Eva’s search of the storeroom had turned up only piles of empty crates. She was about to enter another room when the whistling wind blew her blond hair into her eyes, distracting her. Eva could not see! She swiped the hair from her eyes, shoved it behind her ears and into the top of her jacket.

A week ago, Eva had chafed under her boss’s lecture—telling her that she and the rest of the Financial Investigations Group, or FIG, must bring to justice the terrorists who acted as if the whole world was their private Wild West. It was their job, Lou Phillips said. Fresh from a cushy job as liaison to Congress, what did Lou know about what drove her? Or about terrorists? Wasn’t FIG her idea in the first place after she stumbled on the financial records of the Grilled Onion restaurants? Steady as a stalking cat, her weight shifting from one foot to the other, Eva moved toward the door. Large ammo clips drove down black jeans that hung on her hips. With each step, she closed in on her sworn enemy, the ones who cheered the plane that crashed into the Pentagon, killing Jillie. Al Qaeda, the mastermind behind September 11, had metastasized into other terrorist organizations. The Armed Revolutionary Cause was now the primary cancer, sprouting its dangerous cells around the world.

Jillie’s intense blue eyes danced before her. Eva shut her own for an instant. She still struggled with the pain of knowing that terrorists had murdered her identical twin. They might as well have chopped off Eva’s legs or cut out her heart. Inseparable since children, the two sisters shared more than the same features. What one did, the other tried to do. A part of Eva was empty now. There was no solace, no forgiveness. She rarely prayed. Only when Scott got restless over her apathy did she go to church with him and the kids.

Eva paused at the door. If she practiced shooting more, she’d be better prepared today. Instead, the Glock felt foreign, like when she shoved her feet into Scott’s slippers. Until her transfer to FIG nine months ago, Eva lived behind a desk combing through financial records. Trying to catch white collar criminals, she shot her gun at practice four times a year. Now, she and nine agents and police officers were hot on the money trail of terrorists operating in the United States and around the globe.

In the dark hallway, shards of light fought with cobwebs to pierce through the window. It was a strange place to recall what Grandpa Marty had said when she was little and afraid. He held up her pinkie and told her of the Dutch boy who saved the Netherlands from ruin with no more than that. If a small child plugged a leak in the dike, she could bring ARC to justice. It was more than a duty. It was her destiny. Eva vowed to avenge Jillie’s death.

She gripped the gun so tightly it felt like part of her right hand and, taking a deep breath, stepped inside. She was ready to shoot, and would shoot, to save a life. Still, a powerful vise squeezed her chest. A scruffy guy with a sawed-off shotgun whirled to face her!

Eva fired two quick blasts. He fell backward. There was no time to think about what she had done. Others might be skulking in the shadows. She spun left. Blood pounded in her ears. Her eyes swept the room. There was no threat.

Her Glock pointed in front of her, three rounds left, Eva crouched on legs strong from running with Scott and crept to one of two rooms she still had to check. Eva burst through the doorway. Her eyes swept the room. It was empty. She sucked in a short breath, then pounced to the other side of the hallway. The door to the final room was closed. She kicked the wood, near the handle. It flew open. Eva stood face to face with an armed man.

This is it! Her brain told her to squeeze the trigger. But, before she fired the fatal blast, she saw it, on his belt. A gold badge! Eva’s heart thudded. She had nearly shot a federal agent!

A sharp whistle pierced the air. The range master’s voice crackled over a loudspeaker, “Cease firing. Secure your weapon.”

Eva complied with his order, and answered the range master’s question, “Is the line safe?” by yelling loudly, “My weapon is safe.”

He must have heard because he announced to the other agents over a speaker, “You may move about.”

Alone in the practice room, Eva stared at the cardboard federal agent she nearly shot. Its unchanged expression mocked her, and a chill flooded her body. Her specialty was not marksmanship; it was nabbing criminals who hid money. Her shooting was improved, but she had never shot a live criminal. Could she? Was her courage a few minutes ago simply a bravado on the shooting range that would freeze under live fire?



Author Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pP20D0BOMg
Facing Justice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbDZPm8UbaQ


Buy their book here:
Personalized autographed copies: http://dianeanddavidmunson.com/books.shtml
Amazon
Christianbook.com


About David and Diane:
When a millionaire drug-dealer wrote a memoir that became a movie staring Johnny Depp, Diane Munson decided the good guys wearing white hats should be the ones to write memoirs. A former Federal prosecutor, she knew the backstory. She asked David, a former undercover DEA Special Agent, to join her in writing about David’s arrest of Johnny Depp’s character in Chicago and other criminals in what the Munsons call ‘factional fiction’. Now, this husband and wife duo weave the thrills of back alley deals and major courtroom drama into international suspense novels. Diane Munson is an attorney of more than thirty years who transitioned from writing briefs for judges to writing inspiring fiction for readers. David Munson was a Special Agent with the NCIS and with the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA). As an undercover agent, he risked his life infiltrating international drug smuggling organizations. Diane and David have co-authored together eight suspense thrillers: Facing Justice, Confirming Justice, The Camelot Conspiracy, Hero’s Ransom, Redeeming Liberty, The Joshua Covenant, Stolen Legacy, and Night Flight, their thriller for young adults. Their ninth, “Embers of Courage” releases 12/04/2014.


Connect with them at:


DAVID and DIANE is giving away a copy of FACING JUSTICE. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.







Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Congratulations to This Week's Winners

Once again, we offer you a warm welcome to the Bookshelf of the Barn Door Book Loft.
Before we announce our three winners we’d like to offer a special thanks to:
Sarah Sundin who offered her Historical Romance  In Perfect Time.
Carrie Stuart Parks who offered her Thriller  A Cry From The Dust.
And Chawna Schroederwho  offered her High School Curriculum  Bearing The Sword. 

 And now: We're pleased to announce this week’s winners:
Newsgirl has won Sarah Sundin’s Historical Romance  In Perfect Time.
Connie Cousins has won Carrie Stuart Parks’s Thriller  A Cry From The Dust.
And Susan P. has won Chawna Schroeder’s High School Curriculum  Bearing The Sword.

Congratulations Winners! Remember, it's your responsibility to contact me  sharonalavy {at} gmail {dot} com) with your address so the author can send you a book. 


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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Michigan Author Gail Gaymer Martin

Hello Gail! Is there a story behind your book Treasures of Her Heart?

Treasures of Her Heart  is a long awaited dream, written a number of years ago but not fitting  my publishers needs to length and category romance style, it was never published. But the story was never forgotten. Recently I re-read the novel, loved it, updated it to my present writing skill and now it’s live and available as a trade book and an eBook. I’m happy to have you meet Nikki, Rob, and Winnie and her tabby cat, Whimsey.

Treasures of Her Heart was inspired by many things but, probably the most, by my love of mystery and suspense novels. I grew up an avid Nancy Drew fan and began my own Cathy Lake series at age eleven. Besides my preoccupation with the suspense genre, I enjoy community theater, antique stores, and northern Michigan. All of these elements are woven into this romance mystery. 

Which character in your present release, Treasures of Her Heart, most interested you while you wrote?

Though the heroine Nikki’s determination to find the missing fortune and to learn what happened to her great-aunt’s home and wealth, Nikki’s great aunt Winnie was the character who won my heart. My husband even surprised me when he asked what happened to the Aunt Winnie novel. Winnie’s interesting Irish past, the love and trust she had for her deceased husband, her trust and confidence in people and her faith captured me. And who doesn’t fall in love with her tabby cat, Whimsey?

Now let's have some fun. If you were a style of music, what style would you be?

I’m a music lover and performer, a soloist, singer in ensembles, choir and a handbell ringer. I sing with an audition Christian chorale, well-known in the metro area of Detroit. We perform multiple concerts year to large audiences three seasons of the and are recorded on CDs. My love of music allows me to appreciate all kinds of music from Celtic folk music to Bach and Beethoven to Debussy and opera. I love old hymns and contemporary praise music which I often sing as solos, and music from Harry Connick Jr. to the Rolling Stones who I saw in concert a few years ago. I even enjoy popular country, such as Lady Antebellum and Band Perry. If I had to be one style, I would chose today’s popular music in any genre including praise music and all songs that touch my heart, arouse my emotions and leave a message. One of my favorite praise solos is “There Is Nothing Greater Than Grace” by Point of Grace. Some of the popular songs today that tout me are: “If I Die Young,” by Band Perry, Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now”, and my very favorite that brings tears to my eyes each time I hear it, “Say Something” by the pop duo It’s A Great Big World. So any genre that touch my heart is what I would love to be.

What is your favorite memory from childhood?

What most often comes to mind is Christmas. Although we remember Christmas for the tree and house decorating, the beauty and joy of worship and celebrating the birth of Jesus, what clings in my memory is family. Back then, family meant more than mom, dad and siblings. It included aunts, uncles cousins and other extended family. My dad was an only child whose mother died when he was a baby and his father wasn’t a big part of our lives, but my mom’s family included eight living siblings. On Christmas Eve, everyone congregated at my Aunt Hazel’s (my mom’s sister) where we gathered around the tree, talked, laughed, opened remembrance gifts, and shared memories with tears and laughter. The camaraderie can never be replaced. The only thing that drew us away was our midnight church service where most of my family sang in the choirs and had to be there early for a run-through. The togetherness didn’t end that evening but carried through to the next day when we had dinner together at one of my aunt’s homes with everyone contributing to the meal. Those days will never be forgotten.

Being the Wandering Writer I have to ask: Where is your favorite place to travel/vacation in?

I would have to give the broad answer of Europe. We have been blessed to travel numerous times to the amazing countries of Germany, Austria, Switzerland, as well as France, Belgium, Netherlands, Italy, Greece, Turkey, England, Ireland, Wales and Scotland and little countries such as, Luxemburg and Lichtenstein. The amazing history and architecture, the love and preservation of the past are ways I admire and enjoy Europe. Seeing the famous landmarks and spending time wandering the streets of small villages and meeting the people is beyond explanation. I have numerous places I still want to visit: Spain and Portugal, Scandinavia, China, and Australia and New Zeeland are on my bucket list.

You will love all those bucket list items. Trust me. Has some place you have traveled inspired something in your writing?  

So many places in Europe have drawn stories from my heart. I have novels set in England, Venice in Italy and numerous stories in novellas and a novel set in Germany. Dreaming of Castles is romance filled with laughs and heart-touching moments, and a novella, “Better To See You,” based on the fairytale “Little Red Ridinghood” and set in the woodcarving city of Oberammergau, will be released before the end of this year. In this country, I long to set a novel in Sedona, Arizona, the land of the red rocks. Sedona has inspired story ideas since I’ve spent time there in the winter months. My greatest inspiration is the amazing state that has been my home since birth, Michigan. We have rocky coasts on Lake Huron, sandy beaches and sand dunes on Lake Michigan, towering waterfalls, mountains in the upper peninsula, lakes, rivers and waterways everywhere, thick forests and broad rolling hills and farmlands. The state provides me with mega cities such as Detroit and small towns, such as the setting in my duet Christmas novel, Christmas Gifts, which won a national award.

Could you share a favorite verse or Scripture passage with us that is special to you?

Though I have numerous verses that I love and live by, the one that stands out in my mind and heart is from 2 Corinthians 3: 3. “You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” This verse is the spirit with which I write my novels. It’s not the paper and the sales that have meaning but the way the message touches the hearts of readers and makes a difference in their lives and faith. I praise the Lord for His writing talent gift to me and the opportunity to share it with readers.

When is your next book due out and can you tell us about it?


The next book with Love Inspired will be released next year. It’s the first novel in the Lilac Circle series and is presently titled, Unexpected Mommy. I’m working on the second book in the series that I hope will also be out next year around Christmas. The series is set on a cul-de-sac street called Lilac Circle (a dead end with only one way to enter and exit the street) and each story will revolve around someone who lives on the street. The characters will reappear throughout the series so readers will keep track of the important events in their lives too. Before those books are released, I expect two more to be released through Forget Me Not Romances. The first will be based on the Red Ridinghood fairytale, a romantic suspense, Better To See You,  followed by one I now call Romance By Design though the title may be changed. It is a romance sparking with a spunky heroine and determined hero who work for an interior design company and find themselves forced to work together, each with a different design mindset. I love this book and it too is one of my older novels that I’m updating to fit my writing style today. To hear more about my upcoming novels as well as a recipe and a monthly devotional, please subscribe to my newsletter by visiting my website Click here  and subscribe in the right sidebar. Your email address is protected. 

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Gail Gaymer Martin is giving away a copy of Treasure Of Her Heart. To be entered in the giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice—once on each Spotlight post for the author. Please note: The giveaway is for U.S. addresses only.




Monday, August 25, 2014

Treasure Of Her Heart by Gail Gaymer Martin

Nikki Townley a fashion-buyer, looking for a life with deeper meaning, leaves her career and moves to a small, tourist town in northern Michigan to assist her ailing great-aunt Winnie in running her floundering antique business. There she finds herself caught in a mystery searching for her aunt’s missing fortune, facing an investment company in pursuit of her aunt’s property, and hoping to save long-distance romance with her faithful male friend Rob Moore, while struggling to escape her attraction to an exciting, smooth-talking womanizer.  Can she overcome temptation, locate the missing fortune and find the truth to the treasures of her heart? Will Rob wait for Nikki to make up her mind?



Excerpt

Matthew 6:20 - 21 NIV  

Chapter One

Nikki Townley stared at the telephone. This was definitely a chicken-noodle-soup situation, but she had made her decision. After soul-searching, prayer and tears, she’d finally come to grips with herself, but how could she tell her best friend?

She’d longed for change. Her life needed purpose, something more meaningful. San Francisco. Milan. Beijing. The travel sounded exciting and impressive to some people, but to her, the routine had become boring and empty.  And lately, she’d heard God’s soft voice prodding her to do more with her life.

She ran her fingers over the telephone, trying to form the words aloud, but she couldn’t without crying. That’s exactly what she would do as soon as she heard Rob’s voice.

Nikki drew in a breath. So what? He’d seen her cry before. At times, he’d teased her about being a whiner. He’d even admitted he thought it was cute, and he would bring over cans of chicken noodle soup to make her feel better. But then, what were best friends for?

Just as she suspected tears pooled in her eyes, and she dragged her finger over her wet lashes. Stupid. Get it over with. She grasped the phone, then let her grip slip from the receiver. She’d waited nearly two weeks for him to return from his business trip so she could talk with him and today he would arrive home. The time was now to get the idea into the open. She checked her wristwatch, then grasped the receiver again but punched in his number. Holding her breath, she listened to the line connect and heard his rich, warm hello.

“Rob, it’s me. I’m so glad you’re back.” Only a few words, yet her voice lurched as if she’d swallowed a Mexican jumping bean.

“Nikki-Nack, what’s wrong?” His voice lifted in concern.
Though sometimes Nikki didn’t know if she should cringe or laugh when he called her that silly nickname, today the words warmed her like a comfortable old quilt. “Rob, I-I really need to talk with you.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I hate when you have to travel. Especially to places like Australia.” Tears dripped to her cheeks. “I thought Saturday would never get here, but it did and you’re back. You always seem to go away when I’m having a major crisis.”

“Crisis?  You want me to bring over some chicken noodle soup?”

Silence hung for a moment as if he waited for her to laugh, but she couldn’t.

“Are you joking?”

His concern wrap over her, but she couldn’t respond.

“Nickki. What is it? Something’s really wrong, isn’t it?”

Wrong? A shudder ran down her back. “I hope it’s right, Rob.” She knew he hated her to talk in riddles. “I’ve made a major life decision while you were gone. And I guess I need your validation.”

“You know I’ll listen. But how about giving me a hint.  You know I hate surprises.”

Concern coursed through her. She couldn’t tell him this on the phone. “The whole thing’s so complicated, Rob. You know I’ve hated my work lately. Maybe, not hated it, but I’ve been miserable.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve decided to leave Broadman. I’m giving my notice on Monday.” That was only part of it. She closed her eyes. She wanted to tell him the rest in person.

“Leaving Broadman? You mean quit? Resign?”

She nodded at the telephone until a soft yes formed on her tear-salted lips.

“Resign a eighty-thousand dollar a year job?  But what will you do? Where can you go and make that kind of money?” His voice lifted with deeper concern.

Nikki drew in a ragged breath. “I can’t, Rob.  And that’s part of what I want to talk to you about. But in person, not on the phone. Can you come over later? Soon?”  She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

“You know I’ll come as soon as I can get there. I’d hoped to see you today anyway.”

A blast of air escaped her. “Thanks. You’re the dearest friend in the world.”
“I’ll be there in a half-hour. As soon as I can.”

“Okay.” A faint grin pulled at her mouth. “And Rob?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t have to bring the chicken noodle soup. Just bring yourself.” She tried to turn her grin into a smile, but she failed.

She stared at the receiver for a moment before returning it to the cradle, envisioning Rob’s handsome face and his lopsided grin. Yet today she pictured tension in his warm brown eyes and in his strong jaw. 

How did people survive without a good friend? She and Rob counted on each other so often for some of the worst things— dating advice, commiserating about boring dates, career advice, and even nursing each other when sick. What would she do without him?  Considering it weighted her chest.

When the doorbell rang, sooner than she expected, Nikki calmed herself and opened the door while struggling to keep from throwing herself into his arms. “Aren’t you a sight?” she said, eyeing his welcoming grin.  “And prompt as ever.” She forced a halfhearted smile to her face.

He opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace as firm and secure as he had always been. 
            “If I could change one thing about you, Nikki-Nack, it would be your cryptic messages. I spent the last half hour trying to imagine what’s going on.” He shook his head and slipped his arm around her shoulders. “So give. I can’t wait another minute.”

She guided him into the living room, aware of his good-looks and great physic and amazed that he’d been her dear friend without ever dropping her for a woman who adored him as a possible husband. Though the thought rarely crossed her mind, today his importance knotted in her chest. The proposed changes in her life could put a hole in their long-term friendship.

He studied her face before sinking beside onto the sofa. 

“You know, I’ve been whining about my career.” She settled beside him and raised her eyes to his mouth, hoping she caused a tiny smile with the reference. Though his lips curved faintly upward, she saw the white tension. “You’ve listened to me talk for so long about needing a change, something purposeful, a career with more meaning than what I’ve been doing the past six years.”

“What is it?” His voice edged with impatience. “Spit it out. Decode?”

She swallowed. “I’m moving, Rob.” As she suspected might happen, tears pooled in her eyes and began the slow journey down her cheek.

“Moving?” His pitch shot upward. “What do you mean moving?”

“I’m going up north to Harbor View.”

“What’s Harbor View?”  He closed his eyes for a second.  “Wait. That’s where your mother’s aunt lives—-the one with that antique shop, The Brass . . . something or other.”

Nikki nodded. “The Copper Lantern. Aunt Winnie’s not doing well. My folks got a letter from her right after you left for Australia, and they hurried up north to see her.  She’s been alone since Uncle Jack died, and she’s eighty-five now.”

“She’s in the hospital?”

“No. No, she’s home, but her heart is weak. And she’s getting older, Rob. Someone needs to be with her. Her family. They didn’t have children so there’s no one.” She studied his face, wondering if he understood.

“For how long? How long will you stay?”

She shrugged. “For as long as she needs me, I suppose.  I prayed long and hard, Rob. Leaving Broadman’s isn’t that difficult, you know about that from all my grumbling, but my folks. . .and you. That’s the hard part. But I feel as if this is what God wants me to do.” She hesitated, thinking of all the problems that compounded her decision.

“Nikki, how do you know what God wants you to do? I don’t understand. I realize you believe in God, but do you actually hear his voice?”

She’d heard his questions before, and they saddened her that he didn’t share her faith. She prayed for him daily. “I feel it here.” She pressed her hand against her heart.

He shook his head, then traced the line of her face, and his eyes filled with worry. “I don’t know, Nikki, it seems--”

“Before you say anything, Rob, I’ve done a lot of thinking. My whole life has focused on material things. My career, condo, designer clothes. I haven’t had time for things like relationships and spiritual growth. I want to have a family of my own some day and leave something behind that’s more lasting than earthly treasures. Am I talking in riddles again?”

“No. Your job is demanding with all the travel and long hours, and I know you’re worried about your aunt, but--”

“And it’s more complicated than that. So many problems.”

“Problems?  What kind of problems?”
“Mom and dad are worried someone’s taking advantage of her. First, she’s having financial problems. Uncle Jack should have left her a tidy sum of money. He owned copper mines years ago. And he was a good businessman, invested well, at least from what my parents knew. But Aunt Winnie says most of the money’s gone.”

Rob shifted in his seat and frowned. “Gone? Where? No lawyer or financial planner?”


“I don’t know and that’s what I need to find out.”
About The Author


Multi-award-winning novelist, Gail Gaymer Martin is the author of contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and women’s fiction with 55 published novels and nearly 4 million books in print. Her novels have received numerous national awards, including: the ACFW Carol Award, Booksellers Best and RT Reviewer’s Choice Award. CBS local news listed Gail as one of the four best writers in the Detroit area. She is the author of Writer Digest’s Writing the Christian Romance and is a cofounder of American Christian Fiction Writers where she serves on their Executive Board. Gail is a member of Advanced Speakers and Writers (ASWA) as well as Christian Authors Network (CAN) and is a keynote speaker at women’s events at churches, civic and business organizations as well as a workshop presenter at conferences across the U.S. Gail lives in Michigan with her husband.. Visit her at: www.gailgaymermartin.com 

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

A Warm Welcome to Marion Ueckermann

It's great to have Marion on our blog today. And the stories you create are awesome (even if I haven't read any yet!) just because of the settings. Welcome! Tell us:

Is there a story behind Helsinki Sunrise?
Two years ago my husband and I visited Finland to attend my youngest son’s wedding to his Finnish fiancée. I never knew that seven months later I would write a romance novelette set in this country. I drew on my experiences of the culture and wove much into the details of this story.

Although I did not think of my son, Kyle, and his wife, Tiia, when writing this story—my hero and heroine totally have their own personalities—I did get much inspiration from Kyle. Kyle was a Visual Effects whiz kid before he gave it all up and became a full-time missionary. My hero, Adam, is also a South African, and also a missionary. Eveliina, the heroine, is a Finnish Visual Effects artist living and working in Helsinki, the design capital of the world.

What was really special for me was when, through a turn of events, Kyle and Tiia became the cover models for Helsinki Sunrise, especially because I’d dedicated this book to Kyle. He had inspired the story in many ways, after all.

That is so sweet. What a wonderful story. What distracts you from writing the easiest? 
Facebook and email.

Which character in your new release most interested you while you wrote? Why? 
It would have to be Adam just because this is a romance novella, and romance novellas are always about the hero. Seriously though, I loved Adam’s character—a missionary passionate for God, and yet, still just a man who struggles with temptation, although determined against all odds to keep his integrity intact. Perhaps there’s a little more of Kyle in Adam than I thought.

Smile. What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done? 
Eaten a mopane worm whilst up in Zimbabwe. I did get a certificate for the crazy deed. It was quite a feat for me because I grew up in a small town that was overrun by these large black and blue hairy horned worms (which are actually large caterpillars of the Gonimbrasia belina species, commonly called the emperor moth, and are known as mopane worms because they are found chomping the leaves of mopane trees after they hatch in summer). They’re sought after by the local Africans for food and are apparently highly nutritious. They’ve become a delicacy in many up-market restaurants in South Africa and are even found in African restaurants in Paris. I wish I could say they taste good—they don’t….not for me anyway. It was kind of like eating a piece of bark.

Double yuk! But who am I to talk with some of the things we've tried? Lol. What is your strangest habit? 
I hate standing still in the bathroom while brushing my teeth. I have to walk around the house. My two boys seem to have picked up this habit, too. I wonder why.

Lol. Sorry, that's funny. What makes you smile and/or laugh out loud? 
My two grandsons. Especially when four-year old Phoenix comes and has an adult-sounding conversation with my husband and me.

What is your favorite season of the year?  
Summer. Not because of the sunny, warm weather, but because I live in a summer rainfall region of South Africa and I love a rainy day—they’re perfect for curling up on the couch with a good book.

Has some place you have traveled inspired something in your writing? 
I’ve been writing novellas set in Europe and the UK for the Passport to Romance series by Pelican Book Group. My travels to numerous countries in the northern hemisphere—Ireland, Scotland, England, France, Switzerland, Hungary, Romania, and Finland—have definitely inspired this style of writing. These countries are so rich in culture and traditions that are interesting to weave into stories. I’m planning to write further stories set in Brazil and Australia—both on the Passport to Romance required stories list, and both countries that I have visited.

I'm drooling and jealous. How blest you are. Share a verse or Scripture passage with us that is special to you. (and why it's special)  
Psalm 139. It’s just an awesome reminder of how big God is, and how intimately involved He is in my life. And when Michael W. Smith sings it…well, it’s just that much more special.
When is your best time for writing?
I’m a night-owl, and my creativity seems to spark after midnight. Most of my writing gets done between midnight and three AM. I guess it’s because that’s when the house is its quietest. I tend to procrastinate if I write during the day.

When is your next book due out and can you tell us about it?
I currently have my second Passport to Romance manuscript under review with Pelican Book Group. Hopefully I’ll know whether it’s accepted before this blog publishes. If it is, publication would probably be around April 2015. The story is set in Oslo, Norway, and is about wingsuit pilots, those crazy daredevils dressed in flying squirrel-type suits who jump off the side of cliffs and out of airplanes and fly through the sky.

A highlight in writing this book was having a coffee date with probably the best woman wingsuiter in the world when she visited South Africa earlier this year.


It sounds great. I've just learned of a new author whose books I'm anxious to check out! Thanks for joining us today.


Check out these links:
Watch the Helsinki Sunrise book trailer on YouTube.
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About Marion:
MARION UECKERMANN’S passion for writing was sparked in 2001 when she moved to Ireland with her husband and two sons. Since then she has published devotional articles and stories in Winners, The One Year Devotional of Joy and Laughter (Tyndale House Publishers), Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven, and her debut novelette, Helsinki Sunrise (White Rose Publishing, a Pelican Book Group imprint, Passport to Romance series). Marion blogs for International Christian Fiction Writers and Beauty for Ashes. She belongs to Christian Writers of South Africa and American Christian Fiction Writers. She lives in Pretoria East, South Africa in an empty nest with her husband and their crazy black Scottie, Wally.

Connect with Marion here:
Website : www.marionueckermann.com
Amazon  : http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00KBYLU7C
Facebook  : https://www.facebook.com/Marion.C.Ueckermann
Twitter  : https://twitter.com/ueckie
Pinterest : http://www.pinterest.com/ueckie/
A Pebble in my Pocket  : http://apebbleinmypocket.com/
Foreign Affaire : http://foreignaffaire.com/ 
International Christian Fiction Writers : http://internationalchristianfictionwriters.blogspot.com/
Beauty for Ashes : http://beautyforashes.co.za/

Marion is giving away an e-copy of Helsinki Sunrise. So the giveaway is not limited to any location. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.








Happy Reading!

Caroline Brown




Saturday, August 23, 2014

Helsinki Sunrise by Marion Ueckermann

Back Cover:
He needed the island to himself. So did she.

Three weeks alone at a friend’s summer cottage on a Finnish lake to fast and pray. That was Adam Carter's plan. But sometimes plans go awry.

On an impromptu trip to her family's secluded summer cottage, the last thing Eveliina Mikkola expected to find was a missionary from the other side of the world—in her sauna.

Determined to stay, Eveliina will do whatever it takes—from shortcrust pastry to shorts—to send the man of God packing. This island’s too small for them both.

Adam Carter, however, is not about to leave.
Will he be able to resist her temptations?
Can she withstand his prayers?


Read an Excerpt:

“I need to get away for a while.” Eveliina held her breath. If Joel said no, she’d go anyway. She’d resign. She’d break up with him. Whatever it took to bring a little peace and quiet to her harried life.

“But you just got back from Vaasa.” Joel crossed his arms and leaned back in his leather chair.

“Exactly why I need to get away.”

His eyes swept over her, and Eveliina hoped she didn’t look as frazzled as she felt.

“You work too hard, Eveliina, and I’m sorry. It’s just the nature of our business. Creating fantasy for the world is not for the fainthearted.” He rose from behind his smoked-glass desk, placed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward. “That’s why people like us aren’t married. We’re wed to our computers, and it’s hard to divorce ourselves from the beasts.” Joel straightened up. “But maybe soon we’ll change that. I know you’ll be as dedicated and talented a wife as you are—”

“I doubt I could love doing anything other than visual effects.” One sure thing got Eveliina uncomfortable—talk of marriage. And these days, Joel didn’t miss an opportunity. Eveliina stared him in the eye. “You’re right. I am married to my job. And I don’t believe in divorce.” She pointed to the framed 3D characters that lined the walls of Joel’s ultra-modern high-rise Helsinki office like family portraits. “You see those funny little creatures?—they’re the only ones I’m happy to create.”

Joel scratched his chin. “So, how was Ostrobothnia and the tall ships exhibition?”

“Bombarded by noisy children and people dressed as Vikings…?”

He pulled a face. “That bad?”

“You try seven days surrounded by,” she shuddered, “little people. If that wasn’t bad enough, those Viking lookalikes are a crude bunch with a weakness for blondes.”

His shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Did you at least get some good material to work from?”

“Yes, but this has all been too much, especially when our last project has barely finished rendering.”

“Eveliina…” He stretched out her name. “You know how vitally important research is, and that we can’t choose the timing for new business.”

She sighed as she looked down and kicked the floor with the toe of her shoe. “I know.” She raised her gaze in time to glimpse Joel’s clenched jaw before his troubled look faded. He slid his hands into his trouser pockets and slowly walked toward her. “I didn’t realize you disliked children that much.”

She didn’t dislike them—they just made her nervous. And when she got nervous, her stress level rose. Then the relentless pounding in her head would begin. Instinctively, she rubbed her left temple and shrugged.

“OK. I can see I’m not going to talk you out of this, and you’re right, you have been working too hard. Tomorrow’s Friday—you can leave after you’ve briefed the team and done a handover. I’ll give you two weeks to catch your breath. Then I need you back in this office.” Joel slid his hand around her waist. “And in my arms.”

She stiffened at his touch. This was how he always tried to talk her out of things. Not this time. Like a breeze, Eveliina slipped from his grasp. She picked up the small desk calendar from his table and a red pen. With an artistic swirl of her hand, she drew a fancy shape around August 27th and tapped the calendar with her finger. “I’ll be back this Monday morning—ready, willing, and able.”

Joel’s fingers brushed her cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear.

Eveliina hated it when he did that. Not only was it uncomfortable, but she loathed exposing her ears. She found them too small, and they didn’t sit as close to her head as she would have liked.

“Where are you going?” His question was filled with the usual possessiveness that accompanied anything to do with her. His eyes narrowed, his tone was controlling. He’d tried to hide it, but failed.

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to follow me. I need time alone.”

He smiled.

“I’m serious.”

Joel’s breath was warm on her skin as he whispered in her ear. “And if I don’t keep my word?”

Eveliina put the calendar down. “Then I’ll break up with you, and I’ll resign from Savant Studios.” Her answer dared him to challenge her. She pushed past Joel and strode away. At the doorway, she paused and turned. “I don’t think you want me to do either.”

Joel shook his head.

Eveliina smiled as she leaned against the doorjamb. That got his attention. “Good. Then I’ll tell you. I’ll be at my grandparents’ summer cottage.”

“Lapland?” Disappointment shadowed his question.

Against her better judgment, she clarified. “No. The one on the outskirts of the city.”

“You’re staying in Helsinki?” A smile grew on his face. “You’ll be that close?”

Eveliina nodded. “I need to be on my own for a while, and I don’t want to drive far to get that. Besides, I love that wooden cabin.”

Joel shifted on his feet. “Was it that stressful in Vaasa?”

“You have no idea.”

He looked down at the floor. “Do you think you’ll have some designs ready when you get back?”

A sigh escaped. What part of ‘time out’ did he not understand? “I’ll try my best, boss.


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Watch the Helsinki Sunrise book trailer on YouTube.

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About Marion:
MARION UECKERMANN’S passion for writing was sparked in 2001 when she moved to Ireland with her husband and two sons. Since then she has published devotional articles and stories in Winners, The One Year Devotional of Joy and Laughter (Tyndale House Publishers), Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven, and her debut novelette, Helsinki Sunrise (White Rose Publishing, a Pelican Book Group imprint, Passport to Romance series). Marion blogs for International Christian Fiction Writers and Beauty for Ashes. She belongs to Christian Writers of South Africa and American Christian Fiction Writers. She lives in Pretoria East, South Africa in an empty nest with her husband and their crazy black Scottie, Wally.


Connect with her here:
Website : www.marionueckermann.com
Amazon : http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00KBYLU7C
Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/Marion.C.Ueckermann
Twitter : https://twitter.com/ueckie
Pinterest : http://www.pinterest.com/ueckie/
A Pebble in my Pocket : http://apebbleinmypocket.com/
Foreign Affaire : http://foreignaffaire.com/
International Christian Fiction Writers : http://internationalchristianfictionwriters.blogspot.com/
Beauty for Ashes : http://beautyforashes.co.za/

You can purchase the Book:
Amazon:
Barnes and Noble:
Christianbook.com:
Pelican Book Group:

Marion is giving away an electronic copy of Helsinki Sunrise. So location of the winner is not limited. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.








Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown





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