Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Your Reading Wish List

Are you looking for some great books to read for the rest of 2017.  
Here are some current and upcoming novels by our Heartwarming authors.  Feel free to print this list, keep it tucked in your purse, and take it out every once in awhile to remind you, "Yes, this is what I need to read today!" Don't forget, you can preorder the books in both print and e-book format several months in advance of their release date.

Your Reading Wish List
 June
Girl in the Spotlight, Two Moon Bay series book one, by Virginia McCullough
The Man She Knew by Loree Lough
Summer at the Shore by Carol Ross
The Runaway Bride by Patricia Johns
A Baby on His Doorstep by Roz Denny Fox (Harlequin Western)


July
Family of his Own by Catherine Lanigan 
Home to Stay, San Diego K-9 Unit series, by Kate James
Afraid to Lose Her, Book #1 Hope Center Stories series, by Syndi Powell
The Charm Offensive by Cari Lynn Webb
August
The Alaskan Catch, Northern Lights series book one, by Beth Carpenter
A Dad for Charlie, A Butterfly Harbor Novel, by Anna J. Stewart
The Sergeant's Temptation, by Sophia Sasson
New Year's Wedding by Muriel Jensen
September
For Love of a Dog by Janice Carter
A Father's Pledge by Eleanor Jones
Deal of a Lifetime by T.R. McClure
Soldier's Rescue by Betina Krahn


October
A Priceless Find, sequel to a Child’s Christmas, by Kate James
Support Your Local Sheriff by Melinda Curtis
Until the Ride Stops by Amie Denman
Smoky Mountain Sweethearts by Cheryl Harper

November
A Cowboy’s Way, Rocky Mountain Cowboys series Book One, by Karen Rock
The Woman Most Wanted by Pamela Tracy
...and new releases by Leigh Riker and Patricia Johns

December
It was Written in the Stars, by Liz Flaherty
His Baby Dilemma by Catherine Lanigan
Every Serengeti Sunrise, by Rula Sinatra
A Gift for Santa, Northern Lights series Book Two by Beth Carpenter



Monday, August 28, 2017

10 Excuses: Just say No... to socializing




Saying "No" isn't easy! Especially when you work from home and everyone thinks that you must have all sorts of free time that needs filling. They mean well--they do! But free time? I haven't had free time in over a decade!

So Patricia Bradley and I have come up with a few ways to say "No" when it's hardest.

Do you see any "excuses" that you use? Comment and let us know how you keep your writing time safe--we're always eager to add to our personal lists!


When I first quit working my day job to write, suddenly people thought I was available to do all sorts of things…like go to the movies at the drop of a hat, or lunch, or ferry their children to their sports activities. So, how do you say no to worthwhile activities so you can meet a deadline? Here are 5 excuses I’ve come up with:

1.     If I go to the movies with you and then I write a story that’s similar, people will think I stole the idea, so thanks, but I better pass.

2.     Let me check my calendar. Every week I set up a schedule and pencil in what hours I’ll be writing on my calendar. When someone asks me to do something, I can honestly look at my calendar and say I have an appointment. I don’t have to tell them it's an appointment to write.

3.     I’m so sorry, but I have a deadline and I’m way behind. Most of the time now that I’m contracted, people understand. But I still get the “look” that says but you’re only writing.

4.     I’m expecting a call from my editor. That isn’t a lie. If I don’t get my manuscript in on time, I’ll definitely get that call.

5.     Let me pray about it. It should be my first response but rarely is. When I use it, the person requesting can’t object. That keeps me from automatically saying yes—something I’m apt to do if I don’t consider the cost first. Praying actually helps me to stop and see if it’s something I can do.







1. I'm sorry, but that's during my office hours, and if I don't write like the wind, I'll never make my deadline.  100% true.

2. I'm sorry, I can't go out tonight. If I don't put my son to bed, Mr. Johns won't either! Also 100% true. Mr. Johns is an excellent father, but bedtime? Yeah, our kid walks all over him... ;)

3. I've booked myself solid... I probably should have been less enthusiastic when I was giving my editors dates. But let's be honest--back-to-back books is how an author makes a living! I don't schedule a lot of downtime between books because it affects the bottom line.

4. Can I get back to you when I come up to breathe? Sometimes that's the best answer. And I'm good for that! When I get my manuscript submitted and I'm catching my breath, I call back my friends and schedule some coffee dates. 

5. I would, but I have a date with my husband... ;) And sometimes, Mr. Johns doesn't even know about it, but I have plans for that man after our son is safely tucked in. LOL!  



So what about all of you? How do you guard your writing time to meet your deadlines? 


Friday, August 25, 2017

7 Ways to Tell a Saskatoon from a Blueberry by M. K. Stelmack

This summer, I left a comment on the two Patricias July blog When Under Pressure about saskatoons. Patricia Bradly asked what a saskatoon was and I'm here today to let her and all the unsuspecting public know about the Canadian prairie's little summer berry.

The best way to describe something relatively unknown is to compare it to something that is recognizable to many. Enter the blueberry. And so the comparison starts.

1. Appearance


Here, they are side by side:



The saskatoon (on the left, in case you wondering) is shinier, darker and tends to be smaller than its rival. Mind you, that's a wild saskatoon versus a domesticated blueberry. I understand that something very like a saskatoon grows wild through the Midwest. Comments?


2. Taste

Hard to capture in a picture, but this is it for me:

Blueberry


Saskatoon




Warning: Tastes differ but I'm what can I say--I'm a prairie girl at heart.


3. Location

Saskatoons are considered a western North American species, so those from Eastern Canada and southward never had to pick them out of the ditches, coulees, hillsides and fencelines here on the prairies. And yes, the largest city in the province of Saskatchewan was named after the native Cree word for "the fruit of the tree of the many branches". There does not appear to be a city or a town named Blueberry, but is a descriptor for rivers, lakes and hills, one in particular where a thrill was found.

Saskatoon (the non-berry variety, except for that one image which was inserted, I believe, for comparative purposes):


4. Sinkability

This 6-second video is available on YouTube, but Blogger won't upload it. Sorry. Try the link, though. Spoiler: It was a photo finish. 






Saskatoon vs Blueberry


5. Accessibility


Saskatoon:

Yeeesss...barely...





Blueberry:

Very.




6. Stainability

Saskatoon to the left, blueberry to the right, wrinkles everywhere. Now we know why the natives used saskatoons as a dye!





7. Functionality

Dropped into pancakes and muffins, made into wine and jam, both the saskatoon and blueberry seem to excel equally in the kitchen. But since I am a little more partial to the sturdy saskatoon, I'll leave you with this pic (strawberry from my garden).



I'd share a recipe for saskatoons but honestly, I just take a blueberry one and substitute one-for-one with saskatoons. Oh, and cream can be added to the above. Or whip cream. You get the idea....

I'd love to hear if my saskatoon is called a blueberry in other parts, or do you have something else kinda the same?

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Thursday, August 24, 2017

A Summer Wedding


By Beth Carpenter

This month, my husband and I flew to Mexico for a family wedding. It was such a romantic setting. Even my ninety-one-year-old mother got her first passport so she could attend. That's her with her great-granddaughter, her grandson, and his new bride.

Of course, nothing ever goes perfectly. There were misunderstandings, someone got sick, and with no breeze the outdoor reception was so hot that most of the wedding party ended up in the pool, wedding gown and all.

  
But none of that mattered. Two people who love each other pledged their lives to one another, and that’s a pretty amazing thing.

Happily-ever-after doesn’t mean there won’t be squabbles, sickness, discomfort, and hard times. It means when those things come, there will be someone there who loves you to help you through them. It means when good things happen, there will be someone there to share the joy.

At my own wedding, our minister called me by my sister’s name. Twice. But eventually he got it right, and we were married. The photo below was taken a few minutes after the wedding, and the other one thirty-five years later. A lot changes in thirty-five years, but the important things don’t. 

That's why I love romance. Because it promises two people will come together to support each other and build a life. All because of love.













Have you been to any weddings lately?






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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Lift-Off......by Janice Carter

Or Launch, as in boats and books, is a fun, exciting culmination of a lot of hard work.  Holding that first copy of your novel in your cramped 'carpal tunnel-ed' hand after weeks (or months!) of completing the first draft, then revisions followed by a final, clean copy is definitely cause for celebration.
     The high of that moment is matched by the magic phone call offering a contract.  Personally, those two events have only been eclipsed by the births of my two daughters, an aside I'm including should either happen to read this post. After that call, for a few hours or even days, I float in a dreamworld of congratulatory messages, high fives, hugs and at least one bottle of 'good' Champagne.
    Then reality strikes.  Oh.  Now I have to actually write the book.  And that's another roller coaster ride, isn't it?  The highs of making characters come alive, giving them goals and emotionally challenging obstacles not to mention playing with their fantasies is a humbling and heady experience that can't be explained to non-writers.
    As for the lows?  I'm remembering sleepless nights as deadline looms;  the dreaded sagging middle of the book when I (and usually my characters) run out of steam; the revision notes, line and copy edits - hurdles to haul my frazzled brain up and over to cross the finish line.
     My story - mixed metaphors and all - is familiar and pertinent I'm sure to all writers.  We know after our very first sale what to expect but our passion for the craft compels us to repeat (we hope!) the process again and again.
    This past year I got to do that with the sale and now publication of my Heartwarming debut, For Love of a Dog.  Those highs and lows came as expected and now I can finally say, "it's almost here - it's coming your way" on September 1st.
    Check out that cute cover.  What's not to love?  And here's a peek at the back cover blurb.

 

       This achievement couldn't been made without the encouragement of family and friends and especially, my editors - Claire Caldwell and Victoria Curran - for guiding me though that process.



Cheers to all my fellow Heartwarming authors for your support!

Pre-order For Love of a Dog at:  Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, Goodreads.com, Harlequin.com

Monday, August 21, 2017

Romance At All Ages by Sophia Sasson and Muriel Jensen

As we soak in the last weeks of summer heat, we find ourselves reminiscing about what summer meant when we were children and young adults. Endless carefree days, new friends, and intense romances. We got to talking about romances through the ages. Muriel is retired and an empty nester while Sophia is squarely in the middle aged category with young children. So we thought we'd share our thoughts on love from the different sides of our lives. 

I could star as the heroine of a classic reunion romance. I met my husband in the first year of college, we dated and broke up and then he found me a decade later on Google. A cup of coffee turned into rekindled friendship. I was coming off a divorce and in no mood to jump into a relationship. He was at the point in his life when he wanted to settle down. But Tom wasn’t going to let go easily and slowly healed my heart and managed to convince me to marry him at a secluded beach on St John in the U.S Virgin Islands.

Our first year of marriage was idyllic. We were both doing well in our careers, spent Saturday mornings as the quintessential urban couple; perusing bookstores and drinking coffee. We took vacations where I brought a laptop and spent more time than I ought to have answering those ever important emails because “out of office” has no meaning in the digital age.

We bought a house, painted it ourselves and realized that reality is nothing like the home renovation shows on TV. But we still remember that first night in our new home on an air mattress.

We had a lot of trouble having children and it was the first test of our marriage. One that could have ripped us apart. Tom was okay not having any children and I’ve always wanted a big family with at least 4 or 5. It was the first time that we established a basis for decision making in our marriage that still holds true today; when we want different things, the person who wants it more perseveres. It’s not about power for us, but about loving the other more than we love ourselves. So we kept trying and he’d rub my feet when I couldn’t sleep, and hold me when I cried as I faced miscarriage after miscarriage. Eventually we had beautiful, healthy, twin boys who are now six years old.

Children change and test marriages in ways that are both similar and different for each couple. For us it was the sleep deprivation from two babies who we desperately tried to sync on sleep and eat schedules. As the babies grew into toddlers and slept in between us, Tom longed for the years when he had me all to himself and when every second of our life wasn’t scheduled. Everyone told us to have regular date nights but I couldn’t bear to leave my babies for even a minute.

But then I realized that just like my kids, love also needs care and feeding. Date nights don’t work for us so we’ve taken annual kid free weekends and even a three week trip to Europe to fill our love bucket. While I fiercely miss my children, I also miss my husband. I won’t say this stage is easy or we have it all figured out. I don’t bring my laptop on vacations and can’t give two hoots about the never ending crises at work. Tom has learned to follow schedules. He’s never slept on the couch and we have been married for nine years, together for eleven.

Tom tells me he loves me every single day. Even in our angriest, most frustrated moments, we never forget how much we need each other.  He has a countdown to the day we will be empty nesters and I make the kids promise that they will live with their mama forever. Despite their solemn assurances, I know one day our children will leave and live their own lives, but what Tom and I have will persevere through the ages.

MURIEL:
I met my husband, Ron, in the fall of 1966 in Los Angeles, California.  There was no dramatic season changes no leaves turning color, no wood smoke in the air.  But even in that subtropical climate, the sun began to set earlier, the light changed – and so did my life.

As a young couple, Ron and I took off on weekends to explore.  Though Ron was a journalist to make a living, he was a painter at heart, and, hand in hand, we visited art communities up and down the coast.  We were sitting on the sand in Long Beach listening to the radio when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.  The world seemed as hopeful and romantic as we were.
Then three children - true little domestic terrorists - joined us as we moved from Los Angeles to Oregon, following Ron’s newspaper jobs.  

Dogs and cats invaded to round out our merry band.  During that period we lost a business, and I broke my back going down a slide with the children, There was little time or occasion for romance.  Then one desperate night Ron found several ounces of gin in a bottle in the back of a cabinet, but I bemoaned the lack of a mixer and the fact that I couldn’t possibly drink it straight.  Determined, he rummaged in the fridge and emerged victorious with a pitcher of lime Kool-Aid.  Pseudo gin and tonics!  They set the mood and we did the rest.

We’ve been empty-nesters for some time now, and that’s been wonderful for a long while.  There was always time for romance.   Then illness and disability elbowed their way into our lives.  But at a time when you’d expect romance to be completely extinguished, it came to new life in a way that’s sort of cerebral and yet more emotionally powerful than it’s ever been,
Now there’s time to think.  Age, experience, the very wonder of still having each other after all these hurdles and years, gives a heightened sense of appreciation for every loving glance and touch, for every accident or annoyance that we determinedly turn into laughter because we don’t want to darken a moment of our precious time.

We feel as though we’ve had it all, lost it all, and somehow got it all back without ever losing the grounding sanity of the love that brought us together in the very beginning.  Now basking in the glory of kids who’ve developed into the best people you’d ever want to know, grandchildren and great grandchildren who bristle with promise, we sit back and watch it all with smiles on our faces because, somehow, we did that.  And it’s made a kind of eternal spring of all these fall and winter days.

Love through The Ages
Muriel and Sophia are hopeless romantics, we have to be to pour our hearts out into the books we write. We’re both excited to share August Heartwarming releases with Anna J. Stewart and Beth Carpenter.



We’ve given you a glimpse into our romantic lives, we’d love to hear your thoughts about keeping the romance alive, whether you’re still looking for someone special or have been together all your life. 

Friday, August 18, 2017

What I Did for Love

by Shirley Hailstock

Everything I need to know, I learned from a romance novel.  Have you ever heard that before, or something like it? It's true. As August is National Romance Novel Month, I thought about some of the romances that I've read and what I learned from them.

Books have taken me places I never expected to visit. When I first started reading romance novels, I wanted to see all those places where the books were set. Setting played a huge role at that time.


My first romance was a book called Time and Again by Jack Finney.






It's a time travel and one of the places mentioned in is The Dakota Apartments in New York City. I was so in wonder of this place, that I had to see if it really existed. And of course, it did. This is the place made famous as the home of John Lennon and then infamous because he was killed outside it.  What I learned from this novel is that I loved time travel novels. It bridged the gap between the present and the past.


Right after college, I started reading Harlequin romances. (Who has time to read anything other than a textbook when you're a science major?) Again setting was prominent and I so wanted to go to Spain and Greece. Those settings were the baby books of their time.




I never made it to either country, although I had plans to go to the Greek Islands. Plans for that changed at the last moment taking me to Scotland instead of Greece.



It's interesting what I remember about some of the books I read. For instance, as we crossed the English Channel in route to France, I read my first Harlequin Desire.





And I also learned that like me going to find The Dakota, many of my readers went looking for places I put in my books. All of the ones they looked for were factitious. But you know yourselves as readers. You get caught up in an author's world or a family of characters and you have to find out everything about them.

I understand. After discovering Brenda Jackson's Madaris's series, I couldn't get enough of hr world. I wanted to meet all the brothers and cousins and I hanker for the next one as soon as I finish the last.


What are the books that you love, learn from and can't get enough of?


Thursday, August 17, 2017

Summer loves and sweet memories...

      August -- purple loosestrife in the marshes,
      Goldenrod and Queen Ann’s Lace in country lanes.
      Still time left for picnics and sunburns,
      Summer loves and thunder in the night.
      But the sun sinks sooner every day,
      And the hush at twilight whispers,
     “September.” - Helen DePrima




Summer romance, the stuff of songs and movies and memories. Didn’t we all enjoy the heartthrobs and heartaches of a crush on the hunky lifeguard who grinned at the skinny fourteen-year-old worshiping at the foot of his throne or the high school football hero who mowed the lawn?



In my case, I fell hopelessly in love with Les, the handsome teen aged wrangler on a Colorado dude ranch. I functioned somewhere between staff and unpaid intern (I slept in the kitchen girls’ bunkhouse); my status earned me the privilege of tagging along with the older help and riding out alone without a guide. Because I learned to ride almost before I could walk, I even got called on to help Les gather the horses for lesser dudes’ morning ride. He didn’t return the next summer although I did, but I’ll never forget his good-humored tolerance of my adoration.

Saying goodbye to the boy I dated my senior year in high school was more poignant. I can’t call Mick my boyfriend -- he was beginning his studies for the priesthood at the end of the summer – but we loved each other the best way we could and treasured every moment before I left for college in Colorado and he to enter the seminary. I learned some years later he had renounced his vocation; by then I was married with two children. Can’t help but wonder, what if . . . But traveling with eyes on the rear-view mirror is a dangerous and futile practice.

by Helen DePrima

I didn't date much in high school, but the summer after I graduated, I made up for lost time. Although I wanted to fall in love with someone in the worst way, I don't think I did. However...

Carl was an air force sergeant, four years older than my 18. He was tall and lean and Southern and so funny. We saw each other nearly every day for part of the summer, then I went to work and I think he found someone more sophisticated to spend time with. I'd love to see him again and know how he's doing. I hope he's happy.



To tell the truth, my greatest summer loves were probably in books. I adored Spark Plug in Janet Lambert's Patty and Ginger series. I thought Sue Barton's Dr. Bill Barry was perfect. I read Little Women more times than I can count, but if I'd known about fan fiction then, I would have rewritten it so that Jo and Laurie ended up together under that umbrella in the next-to-the-last chapter. I loved Anne's Gilbert, Gene Stratton-Porter's Freckles, and every hero in every book Betty Cavanna wrote. I still wonder who Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm married, because Mr. Ladd, alas, was way too old.


Make no mistake--I wanted to be popular and be in love from the time the first hormones made their presence known, but it didn't happen. I'm grateful I had the books instead. I read them lying on a blanket outside in the sun, with a mixture of iodine and baby oil ensuring that if I ever did have a summer boyfriend, I was going to have a good tan. (I never said anything about being smart...)


The second summer after graduation, I did meet a summer love, although Uncle Sam hijacked him in July. He came back to stick around for all the seasons since. I'd never read the poem in Helen's part of the post, but I'm happy to have lived it.


We've had a good time with our summer's-end reminiscences. Tell us about your summer loves.


by Liz Flaherty


A big P. S. here. I just got the cover for my December book, The Happiness Pact. Isn't it cool? And available for pre-order along with the boxed set for December. I love sharing the month with Beth Carpenter, Catherine Lanigan, and Rula Sinara! Keep an eye out for prizes and things!







Wednesday, August 16, 2017

My Real-life Strong Heroine by Laurie Tomlinson

In May, I sent my first book baby into the great, big world.


This week, I send my first real baby off to Kindergarten.


My buddy, my right-hand lady will begin all-day Spanish immersion Kindergarten. While I know my mid-day grocery store trips will be a little lonelier, I know she is entering a new world of possibility, a new mission field to spread her love and light. 

And you know that, at Harlequin Heartwarming, we are all about our strong heroines. I have nothing to worry about this fierce little one, because she's always taken things in stride and adjusted to what life has thrown her way with strength, bravery, and grace. Kindergarten is going to be so much fun for my little extrovert!

Best of all? Soon she will learn how to read. I think we all know what a magical thing that will be. 

Not to drown our sorrows, but to celebrate all the wonderful things our girl will learn and do, we're making these Peanut Butter Brownie Truffle Bars from the Crunchy Creamy Sweet blog

Source: CrunchyCreamySweet.com


What do you do to celebrate well? 



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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 website, Facebook page, and Instagram.

Monday, August 14, 2017

What I Do When I Should Be Working by Cheryl Harper

When I have a lot to do (for months on end now)...
I lose the will to do it.
Then I turn on the television.


Do you need a new show to watch in one weekend? I made a serious miscalculation and restarted my Netflix account and spent last weekend on Prince Edward Island. Someday, I'll cross PEI off my travel bucket list. Until then, there's Anne with an E.

I remember glomming the Megan Follows version of Anne of Green Gables with my mother. She was a reader, too, and in the world of book adaptations, that version makes my list of top 5. So, when I saw this new version of Anne, I was skeptical. But the parts I loved of the original remain. Anne's flights of fancy, her slow conversion of both Matthew and Marilla, and above all, Gilbert Blythe...they remain. This version is darker, considers things I'd never thought of, and I can't wait to see the next season.

What about you? What shows or movies are your perfect escape? Here are some of my recent favorites:

(Yes, I took the time to hunt up a picture of Selasi)




Saturday, August 12, 2017

Sit-down Saturday with Beth Carpenter


Today we’re celebrating the August release of The Alaskan Catch: A Northern Lights Novel. 

So, Beth, this is your first Harlequin. Tell us briefly about "The Call!"
On a Friday last September, Editor Victoria Curran tweeted:
I knew she had two of my stories, but didn’t really believe it could be me she was talking about. Still, I hoped. We had company that weekend, which was a good thing because otherwise it would have been a long three days. On Monday, we took my mother-in-law to the airport in Phoenix and decided to visit the botanical gardens. Walking among the prickly pears, I got "The Call" from my agent. People probably wondered why looking at cactus made me so happy.


In looking at the cover, if you could add a caption or captions, what would they say?
"You give me the courage to do things I never dreamed I could."

What is your favorite scene? 
It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I like this scene because it sets up their whitewater adventure. At this point in the story, Dana has accomplished what she came to Alaska for, but both she and Sam are having a hard time saying goodbye. Sam is checking his raft, getting ready for a float trip after she’s gone, and he’s considering who to take along.

Maybe he should just go by himself. Sam had never done more than a two-day float alone, but he needed time to think, to get his bearings. He’d floated Brazzle Creek a dozen times, so there shouldn’t be anything unexpected he couldn’t handle. Yeah, a few days alone on the creek might be just what he needed.

Dana wandered outside and stood with her hands on her hips, looking over the blue inflatable. “So, this is your raft.”

“This is it.”

“How do you get it inside the plane?”

Sam laughed. “I let the air out of it. I pump it up again once I get there.”

“By hand? It’s what, about sixteen feet long? That must take a while.”

“It’s a big pump.” He tightened a clamp on his oar frame. “Did you find a flight?”

“I found a couple. With so little notice, I’ll have to fly at about two in the morning.”

“You’ll find the airport surprisingly busy then. Did you book it?”

“Not yet. I wanted to see if it mattered to you whether I went tonight or tomorrow.”

Frankly, he didn’t want her to go at all, but he couldn’t tell her that. “Either is fine.”

“Okay.” She turned toward the house.

“Dana?”

She looked back over her shoulder. “Yes?”

“Want to come on the float trip with me?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. She had zero experience with primitive camping. She would probably be miserable if she did come, and make him miserable, too. And yet, a part of him still hoped she’d say yes.

She blinked. “Your fly-in six-day trip down Brazzle Creek?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“You’re serious?”

“Sure, if you want to.” But he had to be honest with her about the conditions. “There will be mud. And mosquitoes. And no toilets or showers for a week. And the water’s cold. But if you want, you can come.”

Dana laughed. “Sam, it’s a good thing you don’t sell used cars for a living. Yes, I’d love to see your wild river.”


What music would match the mood of this novel?
I think this one, "Home to Alaska" fits the bill, because even though Dana has never been there before, Alaska seems to call her home. I'm not too sure about that coat, though.




What’s next?
The next Northern Lights Novel, A Gift for Santa, comes out in December. It features Dana’s brother, Chris.  His ex-fiancĂ©e, Marissa, is back on her family’s reindeer farm after ten years away. They’re in the middle of their Christmas party season, but her uncle is sick and can’t play his usual role as Santa Claus. As a favor to Marissa’s aunt, Chris agrees to fill in. Further complicating everything is a seven-year-old dog-loving dinosaur expert who sneaks into Chris’s life and makes him question past decisions.

What are you reading for pleasure right now?
I recently finished 50 Hours by Loree Lough. Such a deep and tender story. I’m just about to dig into the other August Heartwarming books, to see what Simon and Charlie are up to in Butterfly Harbor, find out Luke’s story after meeting him in the last State of the Union book, and to discover what happens after Cassie sets Grady’s house on fire. This is going to be fun.



Today is the first day of my Prism Book Tour. Over the next week, The Alaskan Catch will be making the rounds with excerpts, reviews, and special posts, along with a fun Taste of Alaska giveaway. Thanks to the twenty great book bloggers who signed up to host. See the launch interview and tour schedule HERE.



If you haven't yet entered the August Heartwarming Mystery Prize Giveaway, there's still time. But hurry, the giveaway runs until August 15th. 

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