Tuesday, September 29, 2015

One Year

Dear Dad,

1 year.
12 months.
52 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
525,600 minutes.

That's how long I've missed you. I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that death isn't the end, that 
you're still somewhere, waiting, but that doesn't mean I don't miss you just the same. I can't count how many times I've wanted to call you, to talk to you or ask you a question or for advice. I've seen so many movies I wanted to take you to because I thought you'd like them. I've heard jokes I knew you'd enjoy and wanted to tell you just to hear your laugh. I've held my grandbabies, your great-grandbabies, and wished so much that they could know you. My daughter married, wearing your wedding ring on her right hand, and I so much would have preferred that it was on your hand, holding her hand, instead. Every time I hear "Home on the Range" I wish it was you singing it.

I've been to the cemetery where your body rests, but it isn't you. You're not there. I know you're so much better, happier now. I know your pain is finally gone. I'm glad. I'm so very happy you're free of the misery that your life became at the end. And still, selfishly, I want you back.

I miss you.

I love you.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Freetown Giveaway

I was asked to watch and review Freetown to help promote its DVD release. Let me first tell you about the movie and then I'll tell you my thoughts about it. To make things even better, Three Coin Productions and Deseret Book are giving away a copy of the DVD to one lucky winner! So be sure to enter at the bottom of the post.

Monrovia, Liberia, 1990: A rebel army has taken over the city. Six missionaries, determined to maintain their proselyting efforts, continue to share their message of hope despite the conflict that surrounds them. But after months of escalating violence, the missionaries, led by Elder Menti (Michael Attram), turn to local church member Phillip Abubakar (Henry Adofo) to help them flee the country. Their destination: Freetown, Sierra Leone. 

Reaching Freetown will not be easy. The airport has shut down, power and water have been shut off, and food and fuel are scarce. Menti, together with the other missionaries in the district, convince Abubakar to pack the missionaries into an old Toyota Corolla, and get as far as they can. A few of the obstacles facing the fleeing missionaries include a 30-plus hour trip over muddy, uneven dirt roads, hardly any food and limited fuel. Additionally, they must make their way through seemingly endless rebel checkpoints where the unpredictable rebels are determined to find and eliminate members of the Krahn tribe, one of which is travelling with the missionaries. 

My review: This movie was written and directed by Garrett Batty (The Saratov Approach) and produced by Adam Abel (Saints and Soldiers), both movies that I'm a fan of. I had high expectations from them, and I wasn't disappointed.

I'll begin with the cinematography, which was incredible. They filmed on location in Ghana, using a mostly Ghanian crew (including the actors), and it shows. I think only natives could have shown such love for the beauty of their country while also showing the poverty that rules much of West Africa. With the added layer of the rebel soldiers, it's impossible not to become immersed in the scenery and feel like you're right there beside the missionaries as they try to get to safety. I think it's fantastic that they shot this with natural light, the brightness of the sun a stark contrast to the darkness of war and horror that surrounds them. It makes the violence feel that much more real.

The music was also really great, feeling so organic to the setting and situations that it's almost unnoticeable, which to me is the indication of a composer who knows what he's doing.

The fact that these seven men reached Freetown in such an old car, passing through the roads and checkpoints required, with barely enough food and water to sustain them is a miracle. The movie only shows them passing a few checkpoints when in reality they had to pass over 50 of them. One of the best things about this movie is that they don't feel the need to shove it down your throat that you're watching these miracles, they just organically let them happen and believe you're smart enough to figure it out on your own.

The movie has enough positivity and humor to keep it from feeling to depressing. At one of the checkpoints, when it didn't seem they'd be allowed to pass, one of the missionaries begins preaching and they're quickly waved through as the guard doesn't want to listen to it. The missionary's knowing smile as they pass is golden.

At one point one missionary is explaining to another that he should be brave and lie about who he is in order to not be shot. The other says, "Is it brave just to try to live?" For me, I'd probably say "Yes!" but for this missionary it felt like the lie would be the bigger burden, so he tells the truth. I won't tell you what happens when he does, but suffice it to say I was shamed by my immediate response.

I highly recommend a viewing of this movie. The events happened 25 years ago, but nothing that happened feels dated. It could be happening right this minute somewhere else in the world, and to me, that's as current as it gets.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Lovely Fan Art

I know most writers say it, but in my case it's absolutely true: I have the best readers in the world! Here's just  piece of the proof. One of my sweet readers from Mexico, Karime Andrade sent me this amazing fan art she's drawn of a scene from Geek Girl. I absolutely adore it. Not only is she crazy talented (she's only 12!), the fact that she felt strongly enough about the story to take the time to create fan art makes me grin like a fool. I love that she captured the spirit of both Jen and Trev. I'm sharing with you not only the art, but the scene from which she takes it. Enjoy! (I know I did.)

From Geek Girl:

He takes me to an Italian restaurant, where we are both out of place. I’m like a nightmare to the patrons as I walk in. The hostess at the front desk would turn me away if she weren’t afraid I’d cause a scene (I would). And Trevor is way too buttoned up for the chic-type clientele.
I like it. Because he is now out of his comfort zone along with me.
They seat us at a table along the back wall in a cove, partially hidden from view by draping curtains held back by a hook sticking out of the dividing wall. I know this is on purpose to hide me from the rest of their guests, but Trevor acts as if it is an honor to be sitting here.
Our server comes over, definitely looking down her nose at me. Her eyes widen a little when she sees Trevor and her eyes shift quickly back to me, and then to Trevor again in astonishment. We are an odd pair.
“Can I get you something to drink?” She directs her question to Trevor, not so desirous of looking at my offensive person again. I wonder how badly the hostess will have to pay when this particular server is finished with her shift for having seated us at one of her tables.
Trevor looks at me.
“Diet Coke?” he asks with a grin. “They have some really good Italian sodas, too. I like the strawberry one.”
I almost smack my head at my own stupidity. Of course he’s been here before; he’s not out of his comfort zone, he’s just oblivious to how out of place he is.
“I’ll have what you’re having,” I say.
“Two strawberry Italian sodas, please.”
She doesn’t say anything, just writes the order on her pad and walks away, giving me another quick glance, sneer barely concealed.
“You’ve been here before?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, my family comes here all the time. It’s pretty good. Haven’t you ever been here?”
“Do I look like this is the kind of place I normally visit?”
He sits up even straighter, if possible.
“I’m sorry. Do you not like Italian?”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Italian is fine, Trev—Trevor. This is just a little . . . fancy, I guess.”
He looks around at the other customers as if noticing them for the first time, then back at me, taking in my black and red hair, heavy makeup, tight black clothes.
“Oh. Sorry. I guess I’ve just gotten used to . . .” he trails off, flustered, looking away. “Do you want to leave? Go somewhere else?”
I have to admit I’m a little surprised; I’ve never been on a date where my discomfort was worth consideration.
“Nah, it’s okay. It smells good. Besides, it’ll give all these people something to go home and talk about. The freak they saw at dinner.”
“You’re not a freak.” His denial is immediate, unexpected.
"What makes you think I'm referring to me?"
He freezes, cheeks darkening with embarrassment, and I smile at him, let him off the hook.
"Just kidding, Trev. You really need to relax a little." He forgets to correct my shortened version of his name. I lean forward. Subconsciously he does the same.
“So, really, Trevor? You don’t think I’m a freak at all?”
“No.” He sounds sincere anyway.
“And before you met me? Did you then?”
He shakes his head. At my lifted brow, he explains himself.
“No, not a freak. I mean, obviously I can’t go to school and not notice you and your friends because you all dress a little differently.”
“A little differently?”
He smiles with his killer dimples and I find myself wondering why girls aren’t all over those.
“Okay, a lot differently, especially with, you know, the makeup and all. And the piercings. But you don’t have any of those.”
“Not that you can see, anyway.” I say this low, seductively. The effect on him is immediate. His eyes drop a quick perusal over my body and I can see his mind clicking, wondering just where those piercings might be. I decide to let him fantasize and not burst his fantasy by telling him the truth; currently I am pierce-free—or at least jewelry free. I suppose the holes are still there.
After a few minutes, he swallows the lump in his throat and squeaks out, “Oh.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles slightly.
“Are you teasing me?” I just shrug—and leave him hanging, counting on his ever present courteousness to stop him from asking again.
The rude waitress comes back to take our order. I change my mind purposely three times so that she has to keep scratching it out on her pad, only to wind up back at the first thing I ordered. Trevor watches, eyes scrutinizing, recognizing that I am doing this on purpose. Then, to my utter amazement, he follows suit and changes his four times. By the time he’s finished, she is vibrant with irritation. As she walks away, Trevor looks at me and grins.
“She deserved that,” he says.
“Yeah, but I can’t believe you did it.”
He shrugs, then looks at the table, chagrined, drawing an imaginary pattern with one long finger. “I’ll leave her an extra tip to make up for it,” he mumbles.
I laugh again, and he grins, peeking up at me from under what I notice are incredibly long lashes covering an amazing shade of green. Huh, I think. I haven’t noticed his eyes before. They’re not bad. Kinda nice, actually. Almost killer.
After dinner, which he insists on paying for—lucky for me since I'm short on cash—he drives me home, walking me to the door. It almost feels like a real date, which suits me just fine. It’s important to my goal for him to start thinking of me as something other than a strange acquaintance.
“Did you have fun tonight at the Senior Center?”
“Oddly enough, I kind of did,” I tell him. “The whole night was fun. Maybe next weekend we can—”
My words are cut off as my foster mother pulls the door open. She seems surprised to see us there.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you two were out here. I was just going to go for a walk.” Which I know is true because she goes almost every night—sans the straw hat—always trying to drag me along. Exercising is not the way I want to spend my evenings. Neither do I want to spend that much time hanging with her.
“Hi, Mrs. Grant. How are you?” Trevor asks.
“I’m fine, Trevor. Did you two have fun tonight?”
Trevor looks at me, as if expecting me to answer. I shrug.
“Yeah, we did,” he says.
“Good, good,” is her inane response. “Do you want me to wait for you Jen? You can walk with me.”
I give her my normal response, which is a look that says you’re kidding, right? She translates correctly.
“All right, I’ll be back soon, then. Bye.”
“Bye, Mrs. Grant,” Trevor says. I remain silent. She walks to the end of the driveway and starts stretching. Could she be any lamer? But Trevor either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. He is watching me, a question in his eyes—one I don’t want him to ask.
“I’ll see you at school next week then,” I say, turning to go into the house. He hesitates, but seeing that I’m not going to satisfy his curiosity, he sighs.
“Okay, see you later,” he says. “And thanks for coming. I’m really glad you did.”
I want to scream at his politeness, but instead I turn back, the little secretive smile that flusters him pasted firmly on my face.
“Me too,” I say quietly, closing the door on his darkening eyes.
It is going well.

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“Think I could turn that boy bad?”
My two best friends--my only two friends, really--follow my gaze and laugh.
“Trevor Hoffman?” Beth scoffs. “No way, Jen.”
“I bet I could,” I say, shrugging.
“Why him?” Beth asks. “Why not any of the other nerds sitting there with him?”
“Because,” I say slowly, “he isn’t your typical run-of-the-mill geek. Trevor Hoffman is different. He would be a little more difficult to take down--more of a challenge, you know?”

Jen’s teenage life of rebelling and sneaking out is growing stale. In an effort to combat her boredom, Jen makes a bet to turn Trevor, a nice geek, into a “bad boy.” Unexpectedly, she is pulled into Trevor’s world of sci-fi movies, charity work, and even--ugh!--bowling. Jen discovers that hanging out with Trevor isn't so bad after all. But when Trevor finds out about the wager, all bets are off.

Monday, June 8, 2015

Willem of the Tafel


In conjunction with the release of his new novel, Swedish author Hans M Hirschi stopped by today to share an excerpt from the book, and he's written a guest post about his take on faith in an apocalyptic future.

Faith in the 26th Century
Hans M Hirschi

Faith doesnt play a major role in Willem of the Tafel, but I realize it plays a major role in society, so I had to consider what faith might look like in the future. What we typically see is faiths change as leaders change, as societys change, particularly when those changes are of a radical nature. If you look at Europe, weve seen faiths change quite a few times in the past few thousand years. In the bronze age, which came later the further north you go, peoples faith revolved around mother nature, the sun and the moon. It was then replaced by mighty and powerful gods, inspired by similar beliefs in the middle east. From Greeces Zeus to Romes  to the Germanic Oden, which were powerful and lively way past the first millennia in Northern Europe. It was followed by Catholicism which reached different parts of Europe in the second half of the first millennia, often made official when kings converted. Then came Protestantism and millions and millions of Europeans changed faith again, sometimes back and forth, at the whim of the ruler in place. Also, Islam spread across Europe (e.g. Spain, South-Eastern Europe), through conquests and - most recently, through migration, just as judaism once had. These days you can add atheism and any world religion into the mix.
So what would happen, if tragedy struck, and we lost everything? Would people still cling to their faith? This is a difficult question, and I suggest they do not. It is difficult to know of course, as societies generally tend to become more religious in perilous times, but I still believe that an event of such horrendous proportions would undoubtedly lead to significant changes. How could e.g. catholicism survive without Rome? Or Islam without Mecca or Medina?

In the greater context of Willem of the Tafel, peoples faith, as strong and steadfast as it may be, doesnt play a significant role as it doesnt really add to telling the story. However, as an author writing a society that does not yet exist, I still had to figure out how people in the 26th century might lead their lives. This is but one tiny example of a very important aspect of our everyday life that didnt make it into the book.


Willem of the Tafel by
Hans M. Hirschi
Published by
Beaten Track Publishing
Genres: Adventure, Fantasy, LGBT, Post-Dystopian, Young Adult
194 pages
Release Date: May 28, 2015

The world we know is gone, destroyed by greed and ignorance. On a post-apocalyptic Earth, centuries into the future, few have survived the Great War. Some have taken refuge deep inside a mountain. One of them, Willem, is exiled to the surface... Alone and struggling to survive, Willem embarks on an epic journey, making a discovery that could once again alter the future of humanity. Willem of the Tafel is an epic tale of survival, second chances, hope, and undying love.

Crime was virtually unknown to Tafel society: there was no police force, no one to guard Willem. He was accompanied to the surface by an elder from each of the three main groups, and an engineer to operate the main door, which hadn’t been opened in over two centuries, although it was regularly maintained, just in case. No one really knew what awaited Willem on the other side of that concrete and steel door. Opening it was the most difficult task. It had rusted shut and resisted the guards’ strenuous efforts. Willem didn’t put up a fight or resist; he simply watched as the guards struggled on. He had accepted his sentence with equanimity. Even if he’d been acquitted, he knew that he would still have been considered guilty by the population and shunned by them, at best. Willem didn’t want to die; he wanted to live, wanted to see the sun, wanted to lie naked in the warm light that tanned his skin, wanted to enjoy life like anyone his age. But that wasn’t to be, so he accepted the situation as it was.

He stiffened slightly, as the door finally moved, and a whiff of the outside air reached his nostrils. The others had put on their masks to protect themselves from the radiation and pollutants in the air, and Willem instinctively held his breath, his last one ever…

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Hans M Hirschi (b. 1967) has been writing stories ever since he was a child. Adulthood and the demands of corporate life efficiently put an end to his fictional writing for over twenty years. A global executive in training and channel development, Hans has traveled the world and had previously published non-fictional titles.

The birth of his son and the subsequent parental leave provided him with the opportunity to unleash his creative writing once again. With little influence over his brain’s creative workings, he indulges it, going with the flow.

A deeply rooted passion for faith in a better world, in love, tolerance and diversity are a red thread throughout both his creative and non-fictional work. His novels might best be described as “literary romance, engaging characters and relevant stories that won’t leave you untouched, but hopeful.”
Hans is a proud member of the Swedish Writers’ Union and the Writers’ Center in Sweden.


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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Summer Romance

#1 Bestselling Authors of Christmas in Snow Valley, have teamed up again with six wonderful summer novellas that are sure to make your summer sweet and sassy!

Excerpt from: Tin Foil Tiaras
A Snow Valley Romance

By Jeanette Lewis
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Careful of the mud,” he said, pointing at the low spot ahead where water had pooled, creating a large mud puddle across the trail.
The banks on either side of the puddle weren’t high, but they were steep and covered with long grass. Annalisa and Josh were picking their way along the edge and Cameron could see the mud creeping up over the soles of their shoes.
“I’ll be so ticked if I ruin these,” she moaned, holding out a sequin-clad foot.
“You and your shoes,” Kyle said with a light chuckle. He turned his back. “C’mon, I’ll piggyback you.”
“Ah …” He was much bigger than she was and he was obviously strong, but she’d always been self-conscious about not being a stick.
“What’s wrong, afraid I’ll drop you?” he teased.
“No, but I’m not exactly light …”
“Oh brother,” he bent his knees and held his arms out to his sides. “C’mon, jump.”
Her throat felt dry as she put her arms on his shoulders and gave a small leap. His hands clamped behind her knees as he straightened, seemingly without any effort.
“Hold on,” he instructed.
Cameron didn’t need to be told. She wrapped her arms around his neck, careful not to choke him. His hair tickled her nose and smelled like shampoo and his shoulders were warm and muscled under her arms.
Kyle maneuvered around the mud and she prepared for him to stop and set her down, but he didn’t. He kept going, walking easily down the trail with her on his back.
“Uh … you can put me down now,” she finally said.
“Yeah, I could,” he agreed … and kept walking.
“We’re over the mud, thank you very much,” she didn’t really want him to put her down, but it seemed polite to suggest it.
“Okay,” he said … and kept walking.
“Now you’re just showing off,” she muttered good-naturedly and he threw her a grin over his shoulder.
She tightened her arms slightly and her heart leapt when she felt him squeeze her knees in return.
Oh yes, taking the day off had definitely been a good idea.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Cokeville Miracle

I was invited to one of the premier showings of The Cokeville Miracle by Excel Entertainment. I attended the showing on May 6th in Salt Lake City. In exchange, I was asked to write a review of the movie which will be released on June 5, 2015. Before I tell you my thoughts on the movie, here's some info about it, including what it's about.

The Cokeville Miracle is a dramatization based on events that happened May 16, 1986 in Cokeville, Wyoming. David and Doris Young held 136 children and 18 adults hostage in a 30' x 30' room in the small towns elementary school with a bomb attached to David Young in the center of the room. After two and a half hours of terror, the bomb accidentally detonated, but the only people who died that day were David and Doris Young. Miraculously, not one child or teacher in that tiny room was killed.

Written and directed by T.C. Christensen, best known for 17 Miracles and Ephraim's Rescue, this movie was the recipient of the Audience Choice Award at the LDS Film Festival. This Saturday, May 16th, will be the 29th anniversary of the Cokeville hostage crisis. As a way to honor those whose lives have been impacted by the horrific experience of school violence and out of respect to the survivors, Excel Entertainment has decided not to run any advertising, promotional events or social media on. Instead, they'll be observing a digital day of silence. They invite you to join in this digital day of silence by turning off your devices and spending 3 hours with the people you love.

My Thoughts:

I went into this movie knowing only the basics of the story and not even knowing if it was a dramatization or a documentary, so I had no preconceived notions of what to expect. One of the survivors of the tragedy was at the screening and spoke for just a moment. She was one of the 4th graders and she said that it was to date the closest representation of what occurred in that room that day, and that one of the things said by Doris Young about how they'd tell their children and grandchildren the story of that day was the absolute truth as she had told her children and would one day tell her grandchildren, and how grateful she was to have that opportunity.

I wanted to love this movie. It's an amazing, miraculous story in spite of how tragic it is at the same time. It would have been better served as a documentary with a few dramatizations thrown in. At the end of the movie, they showed interviews with some of the survivors, and those were far more interesting than what I'd seen up to that point.

The acting was, well, sub-par. Not what you'd expect from a feature film. More what you'd expect from Hallmark Channel or some other made-for-TV movie. There was one bright exception in the form of Kimball Stinger who played Jason Hartley, son of the town's marshal. His performance bordered on honest, and I think given just a bit of leeway he would have been exceptional. This kid has a definite future in acting. Other than Kimball, the acting was sometimes meh, and sometimes just plain bad. I haven't seen any of these actors in anything else that I can recall so I can't really say whether it's their acting itself or the directing, but it wasn't impressive in this case.

The story was sadly muddled. Instead of it being a film about this horrific event and how the town recovered and used their faith in God to rise above, it focused on one man, the town's marshal, and his complete lack of faith which was restored by this event. It almost felt like make-a-film-by-the-numbers which requires a human interest story. There was plenty of human interest with everything that happened. If I had a nickel for every time the phrase was uttered "I'm [or you're] a cop" to explain how the evils of the world had chased his belief in God away, I'd have a decent paycheck. The town's population I believe was somewhere around 575 people. How many bad things can a cop in a town that size have possibly seen? I felt this story overshadowed and detracted from the real story which was the people in the room that day and the miracles that kept them safe.

The mis en scene (which is everything that appears in a frame: lighting, actors, props, costumes, decor, etc) was hit and miss. There were some very 80s things seen that as someone who was a teen in that time I easily recognized, but unfortunately much of it felt very 2015, from clothes to hairstyles, to even something as simple as the rocker light switches which made it a bit confusing.

The villains (David and Doris) were a little like caricatures of who I'm sure the real people were. The movie tried to delve lightly into their reasoning for their actions of that day but obviously no one really knows why other than some rambling writings David left behind about being able to die and then come back to life, as well as wanting to reign over intelligent children. Instead, David's character was apathetic and uninteresting. Doris seemed to question the sanity of David at times without explanation as to why she then chose to go along with him. One explanation given is when a random cohort of David's (who added nothing to the movie and only confused the issue by being added) said to David (with rather poor delivery, I must say), "Does this have something to do with when you were the marshal here?"

Wait . . . what? He'd been marshal in this town? Tell me more. Nope, that's all they gave. So I read about him, and yes, for a short 6 month period in 1979 David Young had been the marshal in Cokeville and was dismissed for misconduct. He moved to Arizona and apparently was never heard from again until deciding to bomb this town's elementary. Why the filmmakers didn't choose to follow that thread is beyond me. That would have been far more interesting than the disjointed path they followed with David and Doris which never really led to any kind of understanding. Then again, there really isn't any understanding for why they chose to do this to these kids.

I think there is value in this movie to be sure as far as telling the story of what really happened in that room that day. I firmly believe in miracles and in angels, and so I have no doubt that what those children spoke of afterward is the absolute truth. For so many of the children to have come up with the exact same story isn't just coincidence. I was touched and teary-eyed as the marshal interviewed these kids and they told their stories because it was the most truthful part of the whole movie. I genuinely wish they'd used that as the focus of the movie since it is the story.

I'd recommend this movie to be viewed at some point either in the theater or once it's released on DVD, but watch it knowing that it isn't about the poor acting or the misguided story of one man's return to faith, but rather that it's about those kids and teachers who lived those few hours inside that classroom and their experiences. Because the things that happened there that day are miraculous and deserve to be told.

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Miss Match by Lindzee Armstrong

MISS MATCH is finally here! It's time to share the rest of Brooke and Luke's story with the world. To celebrate, it's on sale for $0.99 this week only. Sale ends May 10th!

final_MIssMatch_CVR_LRGAbout MISS MATCH Billionaire CEO Luke Ryder doesn’t want to hire his best friend, Brooke, as his matchmaker. Not when he’s been in love with her for eight years. Too bad she doesn’t see him as relationship material and is engaged to another man. If the matchmaking company she works for closes, Brooke is out of a job, and Luke is out a best friend. There will be nothing stopping her from moving to Italy with her fiancĂ©. And Luke isn’t about to let that happen. Brooke’s dream career may be crumbling, and she will do anything to keep Toujour in the black. Even recruit Luke, America’s favorite bachelor, as her next client. Surely his perfect smile and swollen bank account will send clients swarming to their doors. But when matching up Luke works a little too well, Brooke wonders if she’s with the right man. Maybe she should finally forget Luke’s playboy image and admit he’s changed. All Brooke has to decide is if she’s willing to risk her heart.

Excerpt from MISS MATCH

Brooke focused on her laptop screen. “I already filled in all the basics for you—name, age, occupation, that sort of thing. Hope you don’t mind.”

Luke put a hand to his chest in mock horror. “I thought only a client could fill out this questionnaire. Isn’t that what you told me last night?”

She rolled her eyes. “I can delete it all and we can start over.”

“No, no.” He sniffed dramatically. “I can tell you’re trying to get rid of me as quickly as possible.” And there he was—a glimpse of the old Luke. Brooke grinned. Maybe this matchmaking thing would be good for him after all. 

“Okay, first question. What qualities are you looking for in a partner?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Someone hot.”

Brooke burst out laughing. “And what exactly is your definition of ‘hot?’”

“I’m looking at it.”

Brooke’s laughter died. Her cheeks heated, and she looked away. “Be serious.”

“I am.”

“Luke, you can’t tell me I’m hot.”

“Why not? It’s true.”

“Well, because . . .” Because Antonio would hate it. Because I’m glad you find me attractive. “Because I’m engaged.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Being engaged doesn’t diminish your hotness. It’s not like there’s a rule 
against complimenting you."

"Maybe there should be.” Her heart pounded. 

“We don’t want to mess up our lucky number fourteen by adding another rule.”

“Fourteen isn’t a lucky number.”

“Relax, Brooke.” Luke motioned to her laptop. “Honestly, I want someone compassionate. Someone loyal. I want a girl who cares more about others than she cares about herself. Someone who likes me for me and not for my money.”

“That’s a pretty generic answer.”

He shrugged. “I could make up something better.”

Because Lindzee is so excited about this book--and to celebrate Mother's Day--the short prequel novella, Meet Your Match, will be FREE on kindle from May 6th - May 10th. So you can get both the novella and novel for less than a dollar, this week only! Get your copies before the prices go up.

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

New Release: Robin's Reward

I was lucky enough to get to help Robin out a bit with some editing, and so I've read this book (of course). It's a cute Christian love story with an unexpected villain, and a sweet, old-fashioned charm that made me fall in love with Robin and Jeff. I love the pacing of the story that matches the meandering near-utopia of Bonita Creek. If you like Christian romance, don't miss this one. Make sure you click on the link to enter to win your own copy of this.

Bonita Creek’s librarian Robin Bennett is heartbroken after being abandoned by her husband, Thomas. The mysterious and handsome Jeff Clarke arrives unexpectedly and touches Robin’s life with his wit and warmth. Then, without warning, Jeff’s harsh words and abrasive actions scare her off, and Robin’s hope of finding true love withers again.
Just when it seems Robin and Jeff might have a future, Susan Stinson, whose cruel taunting has plagued Robin since they met as young teens, decides Jeff should be hers, not Robin’s. Susan’s anger and jealousy escalate dangerously. Her vindictiveness threatens the foundation of Jeff and Robin’s young relationship.
Robin’s journey through the peaks and valleys of her life meanders along the twists and turns of new challenges. Is a relationship which began with both parties harboring secrets destined to survive? Can they move past their troubles and the obstacles in their path to find love and happiness together? When their pasts rear their ugly heads, Jeff and Robin must use their faith to remain strong and true. But will it be enough for them to embrace a life of love, trials, and blessings . . . together?

"Robin's Reward, a sweet romance with great characters, is as refreshing as a walk among flowers."
~ Author Rebecca H. Jamison, Sense & Sensibility: A Latter-Day Tale

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Award-winning author, June McCrary Jacobs, was the winner of Cedar Fort Publishing’s 2013 Holiday Tale Contest for her debut novella, ‘A Holiday Miracle in Apple Blossom’. ‘Robin’s Reward’ is her first full-length novel, and is set in her favorite location in California—the Mendocino coastal region. This book is the first installment of the ‘Bonita Creek Trilogy’.
June’s original sewing, quilting, and stitchery designs have been published in over one hundred books, magazines, and blogs in the past few years. When she’s not writing, reading, or sewing, June enjoys cooking, walking, and visiting art and history museums. She also enjoys touring historic homes and gardens and strolling around the many historic Gold Rush towns in the Sierra Nevada foothills. In the summertime you can find June at a variety of county fairs and the California State Fair admiring the sewing projects, quilts, and handiwork other inspired seamstresses, quilters, craftspeople, and artists have created.

June enjoys connecting with readers, authors, aspiring writers, bloggers, designers, sewers, quilters, and crafters. Please connect with June at the following platforms:


 June is giving away two signed copies of 'Robin's Reward' on her website. (United States residents only. No purchase necessary.) The Rafflecopter contest will end on May 31st, and June would like to invite readers to enter fora chance to win one of these paperbacks.   

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Guest Post: Debra Chapoton

Today I'm sharing Debra Chapoton's guest post that she wrote for Creative Prose Publishing.

Hello! Debra Chapoton here. Thank you for allowing me to guest post on Creative Prose Publishing.

I have always been an enthusiastic reader and a lover of words. My profession of teaching grammar, writing and language skills in English and Spanish was the perfect background for becoming an author.

After writing a children’s series of adventure and fantasy books I tried my hand at writing a thriller: Edge of Escape. For this book I wanted stalking to get a sympathetic twist mostly because my husband tells me he’d still be stalking me if I hadn't married him.

Most of my characters, probably all, are based on people I know. In Edge of Escape the characters were easy to develop since the former students I modeled them after were fresh in my mind. For A Soul’s KissThe Guardian’s Diaryand Sheltered I created personalities that hinted at people I knew, but changed them enough to get past that opening disclaimer about “any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.” Coincidence, my foot. I’m willing to bet against all those coincidences by any author, famous or not.

There are plenty of excerpts from all of my novels on my blog. I also have a slide show of the full log home where I now live and write. Come visit me at http://debrachapoton.com.


When a tragic accident leaves Jessica comatose, her spirit escapes her body. Navigating a supernatural realm is tough, but being half dead has its advantages.

Like getting into people’s thoughts.
Like taking over someone’s body.
Like experiencing romance on a whole new plane - literally.

Jessica learns an amazing truth as she struggles to return to her body before the doctors pull the plug, only she can’t do it alone. Now the only two people willing to help Jessica’s splintered soul are the two she’s hurt the most. They must find a way to guide her soul back to her body ... before it’s too late.

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