A woman wakes up next to a dead man with no idea how she got there, who he is…..who SHE is.
Grey Devereau drags a terrified woman out of his cousin’s bed…his very dead cousin. It looks for all the world like she killed him. But then everyone who knows Victor wants to kill him eventually. Grey included.
Lanny Cole, the young woman hired to research the history of the Devereau family, can’t remember a thing.
Grey steps in with an alibi and Lanny realizes that if Grey is her alibi, then she’s his. She decides to trust him, but then she’s suffered a head injury. So she’s probably making one stupid decision after another.
And then someone else dies. And a hurricane cuts them all off from help. And then someone else dies….
And the rumors of ghosts and treasure can’t be true. Sure Grey saw the ghost, in fact, he’s pretty sure the ghost saved his life as a child. But he was upset at the time and he doesn’t believe in ghosts.
Chills and thrills abound in an old island home built by a loathsome pirate. He’s not a Garrison, but when he gets in trouble, he turns to his old friend Case Garrison for help. Garrison’s Law just got spooky. The Ebook and print book are live!
Each year, I try to choose one word that serves as my motto, or mantra, if you will.
It helps frame my year with intention and purpose, and I always learn some good lessons along the way, too.
In the past, I’ve chosen a variety of words:
I’ve also chosen happiness, gratitude, faith, and hope.
Each week, as I think about what that words means, or how I can apply it in certain situations, it helps me stay focused on something that not only shifts my mindset in a better direction, but helps me be a better person.
I typically have a word in mind for the following year by the time November rolls around. Only I was struggling to come up with something for 2019. Then, my husband and I were on a long road-trip and were talking about the possibilities. At the same time, we both said “brave!” and that’s when it felt right.
So for 2019, my guiding word is “Brave.”
I’m excited at the prospect of the lessons I’ll learn and the places I’ll go being brave this year!
I picked two winners for ONE MAGIC NIGHT! I wanted to thank everyone who came by and read my post and commented. Hope you all enjoyed it and that it inspired everyone to sit down and write some of their family stories for their kids to enjoy in years to come.
My winners are…TONYA CHERRY and CHARLENE WHITEHOUSE! If you two will e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org, I will see that you get your prize!
Okay, because I forgot to post them last week, we are giving away THREE COPIES of “A Cowboy in Shepherd’s Crossing” instead of one! Thank you guys for stopping by, reading the post and leaving your comments… The winners are Stephanie, Patricia B. and Denise! Email me at email@example.com and I’ll get these right out to you. I can say that because I’m actually doing envelopes right now! 🙂
Many thanks to all who came to the blog yesterday — and very special thanks to all who left comments.
We do have a winner, and that winner is:
Congratulations Linda. Please contact me at karenkay(dot)author(at)earthlink(dot)net — you can go to http://www.novels-by-KarenKay.com and look at all eighteen of my books there, and let me know what book you might like to be gifted.
Absolutely loved talking with you all yesterday. The stories you all told were heartwarming and beautiful. Loved them all.
Just released and on shelves nationwide right now…
I’m hoping this story touches hearts and souls across the U.S. of A. and not for the obvious, that it’s a biracial romance although I’m thrilled to be able to use this kind of reality in my stories….
It will touch hearts and souls because the characters win you from the get-go.
All Jace Middleton wanted was to be able to make a solid living in his hometown of Shepherd’s Crossing, the town his ancestors helped settle after some very long cattle drives out of Texas…
But the town has fallen on hard times, there’s no work for a talented contractor/carpenter/cowboy like Jace and even though he likes working on his friend’s ranch, that’s not his dream. His dream is to build and run his own spread but that option has withered away the past few years. So now– it’s time to go.
Until a grumpy, crotchety, eccentric old white woman shows up, claiming she’s his grandmother. Of course she’s bonkers.
But when she produces his birth certificate–his REAL one–he realizes that he’s spent 30 years living a lie. And toss in two baby nieces with blond hair and blue eyes, abandoned by their mother, a half-sister he never knew he had and Jace’s life hasn’t just taken a hit. It’s done a full 180. And when his eccentric and wealthy grandmother asks him to renovate her falling down ranch house, Jace realizes he can stay if he takes the job but at what cost to his self-respect? The thought that well-kept secrets secured a phony life for him rankles…
And when his biological grandmother wants Melonie Fitzgerald, one of the new co-owners of Pine Ridge Ranch, to design the home makeover, Jace almost wishes he’d been nice to her when she treated him like pond scum a few days before.
He’s roped tighter than a calf in a rodeo, and just as angry, but as old truths make their way to the surface, and Jace sees the innocence of two little lives, he begins to realize that maybe– just maybe– there’s a reason for all of this. And when he realizes that he’s falling for Melonie, and that she’s a ridiculously talented designer, he starts to see new possibilities….
But Melonie has a healthy fear of horses and no great love of ranching and her dream of having a Fixer-Upper type cable show means she won’t be staying in their sleepy little town any longer than she absolutely has to and Jace had his heart broken in a public display a few years back… he’s got no interest in running that route again.
But it’s no accident that Jace and Melonie have been thrown together, and when God sets a plan in motion, eventually the people get a clue, right?
I had so much fun writing this story. A few tears, lots of smiles, and as a mom and grandma, I know lots of families where children aren’t necessarily being raised by moms and dads… and to take this very real situation and weave it into the threads of a romance gave me the depth of realism that I wanted.
In proper cowboy fashion– when the chips are down– Jace comes to his senses but only after he realizes that Melonie Fitzgerald isn’t the retiring Southern Belle he thought she was, but a hard-working, talented woman that isn’t afraid to stand her ground with tough old women, teething babies or stubborn cowboys. Exactly the kind of woman he needs.
I’ve got a copy of this wonderful book to give away today, and yes, I hope the winner loves it! So tell me…
Do you know families that have had to shift custody of little ones around for whatever reason?
And how hard would it be to step into the role of parent when you least expect it?
Give me a shout below and wishing you all the happiest of New Year’s blessings!
Yes, we do have a winner for the e-book, THE LAST WARRIOR, and that winner is:
Many congratulations to you, Kim! Now, just a word about the blog. For some reason some of the posts were lost last night — I don’t know why. Even today we are having trouble with losing some of the posts. So if you go in and don’t see your name on a my post from Wednesday, please email me privately and I’ll gift you one of my books. Okay? So sorry about that. In the 11 years I’ve been blogging here, I’ve never seen this happen before, so hopefully it’s a temporary glitch.
Thanks to all who came to the blog and left a post. You are stars in my book.
Here’s hoping you all had a wonderful Christmas, filled with beauty, gifts and all things good. Traditionally (in England) today is boxing day. Here in the USA, it is a very good time to go out and get Christmas wrap, ribbons and other beautiful Christmas ornaments on sale.
Of course, during the Christmas season, there’s the rush to get everything done — all the food shopping done, gifts bought and wrapped, cookies made, pies made, cakes made and decorated, roasts or turkey prepared…rush…rush…rush….
But once we’ve settled down a bit, gifts having been bought, everything wrapped, food prepared, and the magical day having come when those special people open their presents, it’s time to sit back, and look at this season with kind eyes, because at the heart of the season is real beauty. When I did so, I began to think about how different it was in the American Indian’s way of life. The ideas of gift giving were so different from today’s, that I thought I might take a moment to share my reflections with you.
Let me explain. In the days of old, before the white man came to this country and influenced the American Indian into other traditions, giving gifts to others was a point of survival. No chief could become chief who did not give to the needy and the less well to do. Often the chief of the tribe was the poorest person in their society because he gave away almost all that he had to the needy. However, contrary to the more modern point of view, this was not a socialist system, nor a pure socialism, because the giving was never regulated and never mandatory, and one knew exactly who was receiving the gift. It was given from the heart, not wrested from a clutched hand. Also, in those old days, only the strong, the wise and the kindhearted could be counted on to give, and it was considered one of the most aspired-to attributes.
Actually, it requires a bit of mind change to grasp the American Indian idea of giving. If a man attained a higher state or did some great deed, he was not given something by the tribe, but rather, he gave gifts to others. If a woman attained some desired state (a young girl attaining puberty for instance — or an older woman being praised for her handicraft) she and her relatives worked night and day to give gifts to others. An example of this might be this: Say it is your birthday, but instead of you getting gifts on your birthday, you and your relatives would work for months and months in order to have a feast, where one would give to the community in celebration of something one attained (the birthday). This was considered the highest honor one might place upon a family member.
This tradition is still carried on in the American Indian society/reservations today. When a family wishes to distinguish one of its own, members of the family will work for many months (sometimes years) to produce goods, not for oneself, but to give away to others — in honor of the family member. In this manner, we have an example of giving something that cannot be measured in terms of finance. The gift of caring, the gift of giving of oneself and one’s time for another.
These presents in Native America weren’t wrapped. Sometimes the offerings were simply in the form of food or clothing or blankets. Sometimes, in the case of a marriage or some other big event, items such as a tepee were donated to the cause (remember in the movie, Dances With Wolves and the tepee the star of the movie was given?) When one couldn’t give because one didn’t have the wherewithal to do so, that person might give away all that he had. In this way such articles were kept afloat in the society. Sometimes one bestowed the very best possession that he most treasured, especially so if there were a sickness in the family and one wanted to ensure their beloved family member recovery. Sometimes the donation was in the form of gifting a service to one’s people. Certain societies had stringent rules about bundles or other sacred items and most people didn’t wish to take the responsibility of seeing to the care of these items (such as becoming a bundle holder.) In this case the bequest would be in the form of the entire family taking on the responsibility, in order to preserve the spiritual traditions of the people.
This picture was taken at a give-away celebration that my friend, Patricia gave many years ago. Another aspect to the American Indian’s way of thinking, was that it was considered a great honor if one gave in such a way that the other person didn’t feel they had to return the favor. This happened to George Catlin in the 1830’s when a young warrior bestowed him with the diary that Catlin had lost. The giving was done in such a way that Catlin was unable to give-back, since he was embarking upon a ship.
There is yet another example of giving by the American Indian comes to us from the Iroquois. The Iroquois (which was composed of originally 5 tribes and eventually 6) had a system of government that was truly Of the people, For the people, and By the people. Men served and were never permitted to draw any kind of pay for serving — it was simply considered their duty and their way of helping the tribe. Such service is still in operation today.
I’d like to disagree with corporate America for a moment if I might. I think the most potent gifts are those that one cannot measure by physical means. When my kids were growing up, they used to give me coupons for Christmas — I still have them to this day — little chores they would do for me upon presentation of the coupon. I guess the point is that one can always give something of themselves to another.
And here’s the most beautiful gift of all — something that those who crave material wealth over all else will never understand nor will they ever receive this gift (though some might pretend an affection) — the gift of love — true love. No gold, no silver, can ever replace these gifts, since they have their roots in one’s heart and one’s nature.
And so, I would like to make this wish during this upcoming New Year’s season: That the reasons for war — and the profit received from war — will perish from this earth.
And with this thought in mind, I leave you with a YouTube video of a song performed by Keith Whitley (who I believe is one of the best country singers to every grace the stage).
And speaking of gifts, I’ll be giving away a free copy of the e-book THE LAST WARRIOR to some lucky blogger. (Our Give-away guidelines apply of course.) So come on in and tell me your ideas about giving. What are your thoughts now that the big day is one day behind us?
Click on the ereader of your choice, Kindle on Amazon and Nook from Barnes and Noble. It’s free on all ereaders in fact. Ho, Ho, Ho!!!
Get ready for a fun and suspenseful Christmastime romance. Trouble follows singer Annette Talbot to Wyoming—and rancher Elijah Walker finds himself directly in its path. Though still wounded by the betrayal of his ex-fiancée, Elijah finds himself attracted to the secretive singer. When it appears Annie is a threat to his mother’s life, Elijah must decide if Annie’s deep faith and love of God is genuine or if it’s all just a ruse. He decides to trust her—until he discovers she’s a wanted woman. As Christmas draws near, will Elijah respond to God’s gentle persuasion to find the truth before he loses Annie forever?
And here’s your sweet treat for today. These are so delicious, so fast, so no-fail.
You’ll be the most popular elf on any shelf!
Baby Ruth Bars
½ C. white sugar
½ C. brown sugar
1 C. white syrup
Mix together in sauce pan. Bring to a boil. Boil one minute. Add:
1 C. peanut butter
Mix thoroughly. Pour over:
6 C. cornflakes
1 C. peanuts
Press into 9 x 13 pan.
1 C. chocolate chips
1 C. butterscotch chips
Melt in microwave. 1 ½ minutes, then stir. 1 minute then stir. Should be enough.