Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Time Travel my Way by Janice Carter

A little more than a year ago, I wrote my first post here and had just sold my first Harlequin Heartwarming ( For Love of a Dog - September  release).  My topic then was Garden Island, where we've rented the same cottage for 35 years, and where I've written most of my Harlequin novels.
      So taking a page from other posts (thank you all!) I thought I'd walk you down the one kilometre lane (5/8 of a mile??) and tell you something about the history I get to live with every summer.
      The island has been owned by the same family - the Calvins - since the mid 1800s when the family business - The Calvin Company Limited - built timber rafts and steamships to transport timber down the St.Lawrence River and throughout the Great Lakes. After World War I, the advent of diesel as well as a decline in the timber trade around the Great Lakes marked the end of the business. But at the height of production, a village of 750 people lived and worked on this 65 acre island. After the war, the family began to use many of the remaining buildings as rental cottages.
     Starting at the 'foot' of the island is the GI Post Office, once a real post office and general store where villagers traded their Garden Island currency for goods. Now the lower part is an island museum, looking much like it did in the 1800s. The upstairs is rented out.
    Further along is this pretty cottage - the Office - once the island's administrative headquarters of Calvin Company.  There was a two story safe inside it until the mid 60s.
Across from the office is the Big House, the summer residence of the last CEO of Calvin Company, Hiram Calvin. The rambling interior is filled with Victorian and Edwardian antiques and today is the summer residence of Calvin descendants.
Those 750 people in the mid 1800s had to live somewhere too and there are a few buildings still standing - called the Workers' cottages - used today as summer rentals.  By now you're getting the picture of how things here are named!
Further down the lane is the Schoolhouse, one of two originally on the island. There was a resident school teacher for the village and the schoolhouse was also used for church services. Today its interior has been renovated but the exterior is basically the same.
Most of the buildings from that village are long gone.  Many burned down and some simply fell into disrepair, vanishing into the ever-encroaching vegetation. But once there was a library, a dining hall, a blacksmith and a working farm.  The place we've been renting all these years was once a Calvin family summer residence.
My favorite room is the living room with its wood stove, big windows and view of the St. Lawrence.
Recently my niece (who also summers here) and I were discussing books, especially science fiction. I asked her if she could travel in time, would she pick the past or the future to visit. She immediately said the past and, in particular, Garden Island at its peak. I completely concurred.  A walk down the lane in the mid 1800s is exactly where my imagination takes me every summer.
   So if you could travel in time, would it be to the future or the past?  If the past, what era appeals the most?
September 2017

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Monday, June 26, 2017

How mad would YOU be? by Patricia Johns

I stumbled across this story about a couple who'd spent $80,000 on their dream wedding, only to have their best man hijack the day and propose to his girlfriend... mid-ceremony!

Apparently, the best man was also the officiant, and he went on to talk about his future with his new fiancee, instead of focusing on the couple actually getting married. He also requested a dance for himself and his own bride-to-be alone on the dance floor during the reception. That's a lot of gall, I have to say. The bride and groom were livid.

But here's my question: on a scale of 1-10, how mad would you be?

Public_bathroom_toiletI think I'd be about a 2, and here's why--we had a really cheap wedding! I really think the money factors in. Mr. Johns and I decided to get married... and did. It was a tiny wedding, the goal of which was to get hitched. I don't remember the vows, or much of anything detail-wise. I was just excited to be married to my guy. In fact, my most vivid memory of the day was being locked in a public bathroom with my husband at the restaurant where we were having our reception, and us saying to each other, "We're married! Can you believe it?" A bathroom. So if one of our 8 guests had proposed during my wedding, I don't think it would have phased me a whole lot.

Now, if I'd put off my wedding for several years, planned the perfect wedding and spent $80 K on it, I might have been more annoyed. And while the best man was really lacking in social graces (and should be very embarrassed for his bad behavior), I'm of the opinion that a wedding is just one day. And you can't control it all! Things will go wrong. Things will go right. It's a success if you end up legally wed!

However, I may be alone in that opinion. What do you think? How mad would you be if your wedding was hijacked by a proposal?


Don't miss out on my June and July releases!

Damsel in distress…or veiled threat?  Bernadette Morgan left her cheating fiancé moments before they were supposed to marry in the society wedding of the year. Now she's stuck in Runt River, Ohio, with a broken-down car and a tattered wedding dress. All she wants is a place to hide. But what she finds are a handsome mechanic, a little boy and family secrets that could change everything. Because the toddler Liam Wilson's raising is actually her cousin's child. And she'll do anything to protect him from her politically ambitious family, even if that means rejecting the possibility of love with Liam…


Officer Bryce Camden never expected his two-week stint in Comfort Creek, Colorado, would mean diaper duty. But that's exactly what happens when he stays at the local bed-and-breakfast where Lily Ellison is fostering an abandoned baby girl. Bryce is drawn to the lovely B and B owner, but being a dad is not part of his plans. His troubled past has shown him that he's not the nurturing type. But he soon finds himself wishing he didn't have to leave. Because Lily and the baby have taken root in his heart and made him think that maybe he could be a family man after all…

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Sit Down Saturday with Virginia McCullough

Welcome to another Sit Down Saturday. We’re here today with Virginia McCullough who is a new Harlequin Heartwarming author. Her debut novel, Girl in the Spotlight, just released this month. Welcome, Virginia and readers!

What does the back cover say about Girl in the Spotlight, Book 1 of Virginia’s Two Moon Bay Series?

When Miles Jenkins sees the graceful young figure skater on TV, he can't believe how much she resembles Lark McGee, the girl he dated briefly in college. Could this aspiring star be the child Lark gave up for adoption eighteen years ago? He has to find out.

Locating Lark ignites conflicting emotions in Miles—including regrets for what might have been and romantic feelings that take the two single parents by surprise. As they prepare to meet their daughter, this deeper connection between the two just might be the chance at love they never got.

Where did you get the idea for the novel?

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to discover that a child relinquished for adoption grew up to be well known or somehow in the public eye. That formed the seed, but I’m also a fan of figure skating, so I combined the two themes. I also wanted to create a couple, who weren’t necessarily star-crossed as young people and torn apart by circumstances. Lark and Miles had a casual relationship as college students. They are surprised by what could happen to them as adults.

Do you have a favorite scene?

Hands down, my favorite is the first time Lark and Miles see their now 18-year-old daughter, Perrie Lynn, skate. They’re sitting high in an arena looking down on the ice, and it’s as if a painting comes to life. Lark is distressed that she can’t immediately single out Perrie Lynn in a group of skaters, and the reality that she knows so little about her daughter hits hard. But that gives way to a trancelike state watching Perrie Lynn perform. Lark feels every jump, extension, and spin in her own body (and so did I!). Lark is overwhelmed by sharing this intimate moment with Miles.

Tell us about Two Moon Bay.

Two Moon Bay has it all—it’s located on Wisconsin’s Lake Michigan shore. It has all the elements needed for a busy life in a small lakefront town—the Silver Moon Winery and the Half Moon Café to a yacht club that’s the perfect place for big gatherings. It has tour boats and waterfront paths and everyone enjoys coffee and at treat at the Bean Grinder. 

What’s next for you?

I’m pleased that book 2, Something to Treasure, is scheduled for release in January 2018. Dawn, a busy and lively PR consultant (and Lark’s best friend) is looking for a new challenge professionally and personally and finds both with Jerrod, a newcomer to Two Moon Bay. He runs shipwreck diving excursions and needs Dawn’s help to establish his business on the Lake Michigan shore. He’s yet to fully recover from the devastating loss of his wife and one of his daughters in a terrorist attack halfway around the world. Dawn herself has deep longings of her own and some healing to do.
Book 3 is underway, so I’m deep into Andi and Zeke’s story. Andi happens to be Miles’s ex-wife, and given their ability to team up to raise their daughter, Brooke, I thought Andi just had to have her own story. Zeke was in the right place at the right time. Putting their heads together to restore something old might give them a chance for something new.

Do you have themes that emerge again and again?

In my previous novels and Girl in the Spotlight and Books 2 & 3, the characters could be our family, friends, or neighbors. Like everyday people, they often struggle to hang on to hope, have wounds to heal, and are always grateful for second chances. 

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Friday, June 23, 2017

Big Weather Out Our Way. You?

Severe thunderstorms were predicted for my town and surrounding area on Tuesday evening. You know, the usual--wind, rain, lightning, possibly hail. The good news is that we only got the wind. The bad news is that boy, did we get wind!

Gusts of 110 km/h hit the town from the northwest, snapped mammoth trees at the base like toothpicks, scattered trampolines and garbage cans and left hundreds of homes without power. Nearby Red Deer was declared a local state of emergency because power outages were expected to last three days in some areas.

Everyone has their own story. My daughter and I saw the storm clouds but decided to take a quick walk, thinking that the approaching rain would keep us in for the rest of the evening. When the winds suddenly escalated we broke into a run three blocks from home, the wind spraying gravel at us and then buffeting us like a bully. We entered the backyard to sandbag our little apple tree. It was then that I noticed that our trampoline was missing.

Yes, that's it leaning against the neighbour's swing. Notice how bright and sunny it is during the windstorm. So bizarre. My 12-year-old son had been on it only minutes before but had jumped off when the wind turned cold.

My husband was at the lakeshore when the storm blasted in. He spotted a waterspout (a tornado on open water) on the lake and while driving away, the wind tore into a huge display at the nearby water sports place, so he was bombarded by inflated toy sharks and crocodiles and pink dragons.

Trees were the hardest hit.

This is me beside one in Red Deer which experienced the same storm. Many poplars were toppled. I don't know if it's because of a shallow root system or what that makes them more prone to high winds.

Here is a common sight at the lake today.
While it's sad to see such shade-giving, enormous living structures gone in seconds, it was only the trees that were destroyed. In more than one case, giant trees crashed into houses or cars.
All this tree mess has been a windfall (yes, pun fully intended) for tree services. This truck appropriately boasts, 'Specializing in Dangerous Tree Removal'.

Oddly enough, my story coming in February 2018 is set in July when a once-in-a-lifetime storm hits town, creating a windfall for the roofing company my hero owns. As well in the real-life storm, many houses lost shingles. Only one left our house--phew. But during the storm itself every house on the block had shingles lift and flap like hosts of bird wings. 

Two days later, the storm has long gone but the tidy-up continues and the stories grow as high as the log piles.

I know everyone has one of their own. Tell me yours!

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Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Art of Translation By Cari Lynn Webb

I’ve acquired a new skill recently: translator. I’ve become rather adept at translating teenage body language, single syllable replies and eye rolls. And I like to remind my daughter daily that yes, I do in fact have her number and she better step up her game if she wants to take me on. As luck would have it, my husband and I have also descended into the “inability to communicate effectively” phase. Perhaps it’s because we just moved last week and I told my husband he severely underestimated the amount of stuff we own and he argued that I have too much stuff (although he might’ve been more creative in his word choice for stuff). We’ve had more than a few conversations in the last week that’ve begun with: I heard you say, what I meant to say and I heard you, but sorry I wasn’t really listening, well, at all. And I have to admit, I laugh every time my husband admits he heard me talking, but didn’t listen to a word I said. It’s refreshing to know I’m not the only one guilty of that particular flaw.

Good communication takes practice. A lot of practice and even then, it still goes haywire between couples, families, and friends. In my July release, The Charm Offensive, my heroine, Sophie Callahan has stopped believing in empty words and has put her in faith in actions. For all too often, Sophie has been left to deal with the fall-out from her family’s broken promises.

Here’s a teaser from The Charm Offensive. Once again, Sophie’s sister has gone back on her promise to return home and Sophie is the one left to make everything better for her young niece. Unfortunately for Sophie, words aren’t enough to alleviate the pain and disappointment.

“Do you think Mother will like it?” Ella asked.
Sophie’s heart stalled as if clogged by those extra cotton balls. “She’ll love it.”
“After we add the clouds and I finish the rainbow, you’ll help me write ‘welcome home,’ right?” Ella ran her hands over the rainbow arc she’d formed with thin, flexible wax strips.
The joy in Ella’s tone stole Sophie’s heart, and her throat swelled, feeling stuffed by another bunch of cotton balls. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“She’ll be home in nineteen days,” Ella said. “So I need to be ready soon.”
“About that.” Sophie sat on the bed. “I talked to your mother today.”
Ella’s hands stilled on her picture. “Is she excited to come home?”
A guardedness tightened Ella’s voice as if to protect the joy. Sophie swallowed her scream of anger. Her niece didn’t deserve this amount of pain. “She’s excited to see you.” Sophie hugged Ella, wanting the contact to be more comfort than her empty words, but knew it’d never be enough. “But she needs to stay a little while longer.”
“Then she isn’t excited to see me.” Ella dismantled her rainbow and her joy.
“Oh, sweetie, she wants to see you,” Sophie said. “She wants to be home, but she needs to finish her therapy.”
“She could do her therapy here.” Ella twisted the wax strips in her fingers.
Sophie resented that small kernel of hope in Ella’s voice. Sophie had had that same hope bubble when she was Ella’s age. Her grandmother would pop it with the harsh truth. Over the years, Sophie’s hope bubbles had shrunk in size until they were small enough for Sophie to hide in places her grandmother couldn’t poke.
Ella rushed on. “They have yoga here. I heard Taylor’s mom talking to another mom about their afternoon yoga class over on Market.”
She hated that she’d stomp on Ella’s hope now. She’d never wanted that for this precious girl. “It isn’t the same.”
How Sophie wanted it to be the same. To be that simple.
“It’s better.” Ella smashed the purple modeling clay in her fist. “Her family is here. I’m here. You’re here. There’s yoga here.”
And there was nothing else Sophie could say. She couldn’t promise Ella that Tessa would be home soon. Tessa always found a reason to delay. She’d tell Ella that her mother loved her as usual, but Sophie was too mad at her sister to spend the time to convince Ella it was true. Mothers weren’t supposed to break their daughters’ hearts. Her chest ached and her stomach tightened into knots no Yogi master could release. She’d tried to soften the hurt every time, but the pain was always there. “I’ll go get those cotton balls.”
“There’s no rush.” Ella pushed her drawing across the bed and picked up her headphones. “I’m going to finish my book.”
Ella rolled over onto her side, away from Sophie. Sophie ached. Ella ached, too. Yet no tears dampened either of their faces. But Sophie always dried Ella’s tears and teased away the disappointment. The tissues she’d shoved into her pocket before talking to Ella remained untouched. When had they stopped caring? Ella could see the truth better than most people with twenty-twenty vision. She could see better than her own mother. Sophie’s ache spread like a poison vine, strangling every bone, every vein, consuming her.

Until next time, may all your conversations be easy and uncomplicated.

Happy Reading!

THE CHARM OFFENSIVE by Cari Lynn Webb will be out in July. Pre-Order today!
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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

A Foodie Book Gathering + A Recipe from Laurie Tomlinson

One of the best parts of releasing a novel with two foodie main characters is the excuse to go all out at book signings, launch parties, and other events. Last night, I attended the first book club meeting for With No Reservations, and it was so much fun!

I wish I could gather all of my friends and readers in one place for one giant, glorious party where the coffee is flowing and the calories don't count -- which is a good thing, because my characters use a lot of butter :) But since advancements haven't solved issues of time and distance, I thought I'd give you a glimpse!

My hero went to culinary school at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and is starting a French cafe, so the menu has a predominantly French theme. If you were at my launch party, you would be treated to:

Chantilly Cake - Lacy white cake with gooey berries
Tri-colored Macarons - Crispy cookies sandwiching a layer of heavenly frosting
Sloane's Cookies - Chocolate chip toffee pudding cookies from Chapter 1
Buttery Croissants - Chocolate, Strawberry, and a LOT of Butter
Truffles - Balls of chocolatey bliss
Chocolate Mousse - Poured chocolate cups filled with creamy chocolate-espresso mousse
Cheese Board - Cheddar, Gouda, Brie with seed and berry crackers and grapes
Mini Bundt Cakes - Personal servings of fluffy cake
Fresh Fruit & Cream - Sliced berries and cream whipped with a touch of sweetness

In the background, if the chatter died down for a moment, you could hear the faint sounds of our favorite Rat Pack members -- Sinatra, Dean Martin, and their contemporaries -- crooning their hit songs. But, as you know tends to be the case when we reader-types are gathered, that wouldn't be often as we agreed, debated, and interpreted 350 pages of story. 

Maybe someday we can celebrate in person, but for now, you can make the chocolate chip toffee cookies found on the very first page of With No Reservations.

Sloane's Toffee Chocolate Chip Cookies
Adapted from www.chef-in-training.com


  • 2¼ cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 cup butter, softened at room temperature (Sloane uses Kerrygold Irish butter)
  • ¾ cup brown sugar
  • ¼ cup sugar
  • 1 (3.4 oz) package instant vanilla pudding, dry
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 cup chocolate chips (Sloane recommends mini semisweet chocolate chips)
  • ½ cup toffee bits 


  • Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
  • In a bowl, combine flour and baking soda.
  • In the bowl of a stand mixer with paddle attachment (or a large mixing bowl with a hand mixer), cream butter and sugars together.
  • Mix in dry pudding, eggs, and vanilla until well combined.
  • Add flour mixture slowly, 2-3 parts at a time, until all is combined, scraping down the sides of the bowl as needed. 
  • Fold in chocolate chips and toffee bits.
  • Using a tablespoon or cookie scooper, roll dough into balls and place on greased baking sheet.
  • Sloane's (optional) tip: Press additional chocolate chips and toffee bits into the tops of the cookies to make them prettier :)
  • Bake at 350 degrees F for 8-12 minutes.

Laurie Tomlinson is an award-winning contemporary romance author and cheerleader for creatives. She believes that God’s love is unfailing, anything can be accomplished with a good to-do list, and that life should be celebrated with cupcakes and extra sprinkles. Her novella That’s When I Knew was featured in the Love at First Laugh collection, and her debut novel, With No Reservations, is now available from Harlequin Heartwarming

You can connect with Laurie on her websiteFacebook page, and Instagram.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Airports Big and Small by T.R. McClure

Earlier this month I revealed the cover for Deal of a Lifetime on my Facebook page. www.facebook.com/trmcclureauthor

The third in the Home to Bear Meadows series, this Harlequin Heartwarming story debuts the first of September. Behind the hero and heroine, hugging on the tarmac, is a commuter plane.

Anyone who lives more than 100 miles from a large city is accustomed to flying out of a regional airport. Compared to their international cousins, regional airports are smaller and easier to access. Commuter planes usually seat 50 to 100 people.

Air travel has been in the news a lot lately, mostly for negative reasons. Fights and arguments abound. But last year I saw a story about a little girl who lost her Teddy bear on the plane. She posted her dilemma on Facebook. An airline employee found the bear and took pictures throughout his workday. In the cockpit. On a baggage cart. At the end of his shift he returned the bear. What a great story.

Maybe that's why I love airports. Big ones, small ones, busy ones, quiet ones. So many stories swirling in the air. Between flights once, I met a woman from Madagascar, a beautiful set of islands off the east coast of Africa. No, I've never been, but I wouldn't mind seeing someday. She was on her way to Texas to visit her daughter. I was on my way to Atlanta to visit mine. She wore a colorful sarong and headdress. I wore jeans. So different. So much alike.

Living in the Northeast I, along with millions of others, dream of going south in the winter. Miami International, Cancun, Hilo in Hawaii. All conjure up images of palm trees and fresh ocean breezes.

Checking out a college with my other daughter (I have twins), we flew into Charlotte. I remember a long line of white rocking chairs in front of big windows. I think that's where I saw the grand piano, too, but I'm not sure. I have a secret ambition to stop and play a song there some day.

Denver has the famous statue Blue Mustang out front. I spent the night on hard plastic chairs when the last flight out for the day was canceled due to a blizzard. It was May.

A few years ago we drove to JFK International to put my daughter's Saint Bernard on a cargo flight to Milan. She and her husband were based at Aviano Air Base for the next four years. Driving a Saint Bernard through New York City? Of course I had to write about the adventure.
Rocky in NC

This true story ended up in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Military Families which came out May 9.

Travels with Rocky meant a lot to me. I was grateful Chicken Soup gave it a home.

When I think of airports I think of adventure. Of people coming and going. Of interesting stories. And not an insignificant fact...I met my husband at the airport.

So what's your airport story? Do you have a favorite airport?

As always, enjoy the read.

T.R. www.trmcclure.com