Thank you to all who entered today’s giveaway! I learned a few things from the tidbits you shared.
Our winner today is Mary Garback! Congrats, Mary!
Giveaways
Angel Crowns and Other Superstitions
It’s really interesting how new information comes when I’m not looking for it. I was reading The Mountains We Call Home by Kim Michele Richardson (Book 3 of The Book Woman series) and how these people in the Appalachians were really superstitious. The main character in this book found an angel crown in her pillow and saw it as an omen that death was near.
So let me explain what an angel crown is. This phenomenon only occurs in feather pillows when the feathers swirl in a circle to form what appears to resemble a crown.
The character in this book found one of these dark omens and refused to sleep on the pillow. She threw it on the floor and slept without. To clarify, she does not die.
Angel crowns were also found in the pillow of a deceased and that was supposed to be a sign that the person went to heaven.
The main character in this particular book by Richardson is Cussy Mary and she has blue skin which is a real affliction by a select group way back in the hills and has been studied by a lot of scientists. Everyone believes if they touch her, they’ll die so they hunt her like she’s a wild animal. I really loved this story.
Anyway, I grew up with a lot of superstitions. A bird in the house is a sign that someone will die. Finding a hat on the bed meant bad luck, illness, or death. To break its curse, you were supposed to spit in the hat, throw it on the floor, and stomp on it. There were a million others. I think these people had way too much time on their hands.
In my new book, Jess’s Reckoning, they’re trapped in an outlaw town with a madman. He’s very superstitious so Abigail, the newspaper owner, plays on his fears by appearing at his bedside in white face paint, wearing a nun’s habit. She tells him he has to pay for his crimes and will face death. Scares him out of his wits. She and Jess McIntyre do finally wear him down and they’re able to get free.
This is a sweet romance. For an excerpt, CLICK Here.
I once had an uncle who was terrified to walk past a cemetery for fear a ghost would get him. He took a night watchman job but never got out of his car. Another time our family was in a flood and found a dead body. They left my uncle to stay there and went for the sheriff. As the water began to seep out of the person, the muscles began to contract in his arms and legs. My uncle took off running and never looked back.
Who still throws salt over their shoulder when they spill it? Or refuse to walk under a ladder? Or how about not crossing a black cat’s path or step on a crack? I don’t think I’m very superstitious but how about you? I’m giving away two copies (ebook or print) of Jess’s Reckoning so leave a comment.
Fun Historical Facts and Giveaway
Howdy! And welcome to another awesome Tuesday!
Recently, I decided to redo the cover for Book #1 in the Medicine Man Series. I’d asked my cover artist if she might consider doing a cover with the image of the hairstyles of the American Iindians on the Plains in the 1830’s. Book #1 is set in the 1830’s (SHE STEALS MY BREATH) and so I thought I’d ask because my cover artist is really an artist and she often draws things on my covers by hand (with online tools).
So let me first take you back to the 1830’s in an area of the country known as INDIAN TERRITORY. George Catlin, as well as Karl Bodmer (accompanying Prince Maxmilian onto the Plains) made trips into the interior of the north country, and they left a record of their travels. What I had always noticed about these paintings was that the men often changed their hair styles, while the women generally wore their hair in braids. This doesn’t necessarily hold true for the more southern tribes, but when I look at the northern tribes, these men pretty much wore their hair in a similar manner
Here are two men from the Nez Perce tribe who lived on the western side of the Blackbone-of-the-world Mountains (the Rockies). Catlin met these two men when he was on a steamboat. Interestingly, both men were on a mission for their tribe to see out the “Black Robe” and ask him about his religion and invite him to come to their tribe.
To the right here is an Assiniboine Indian (the Assiniboine were located farther east and a little more north of Crow Indians in what we now know as Montana.
In the center here is a Lakota man and below that is a Cheyenne chief. The same hairstyle held true for most of the Northern tribes during this period: The Blackfeet, the Crow and the Cree.
And so, because my cover artist is a real artist and sometimes paints different images into a particular image she is working with, I asked her if she might be able to do a cover showing this particular men’s hairstyle.
Below is the result:
This is the cover that my cover artist created for me and I absolutely love it.
Many things I love about this cover, but outside of the image of the hero and the heroine, I love the sky and the mountains. Montana is often called The Big Sky Country and so I love that this image also highlights the sky.
This first book is currently on sale for $.99 and my newest book (Just released) in the Medicine Man series is sale for $3.59 at Amazon.
Note the difference in hair style between the 1830’s and the 1879’s. My newest book is set in the 1870’s and at this time we have a completely different hairstyle that the men are wearing…again, almost 
tribe to tribe a very similar hair style. Some differences, but many things that are similar about them. This fellow in the middle here is Blackfeet. Note the braids and the hair is now almost straight up and parted on the side.
The Picture below is of a Crow man: Note how similar the style is at this time period.
The same styles were seen in the Flathead and the Nez Perce tribes.
And so I now would like you to see how my cover artist showed this particular hair style on my newest cover.
I
think both of these covers (that are new to me) are so very well done and show the different hair styles at this time in history.
What do you think? Hope found this little bit of history interesting.
Both of these books are on sale:
SHE STEALS MY BREATH: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09TNDS67H?tag=pettpist-20 — This book is on sale for $.99.
IF SHE WERE MINE: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GWY3P5KS?tag=pettpist-20 — This book is on sale at a 40% discount at $3.59.
Please come on in and leave a post. I’ll be giving away a free copy of the book, SHE STEALS MY BREATH.
Winnie’s Winners!
Hello! Thanks to everyone who stopped by this week to join in the conversation about parlor games of yesterday and today. I loved all the personal memories you shared and they brought back so many memories of my own.
I threw the names of all the commenters in a hat and pulled out the following:
Sarah Gunter
Kim Hansen
Congratulations! You have won your choice of a signed copy of any of my 2-in-1 books. To find a list, please visit my BOOKS PAGE and go all the way down to the bottom section. Once you’ve decided which book you want, contact me at winnie @ winniegriggs.com (no spaces) with the title and your mailing info and I’ll get it on out to you.
Chuck Wagon Cook vs. Wagon Train Cook: Two Kitchens on Wheels
Hello, Lynne Lanning here.
When we picture the American West of the late 1800s, two iconic images come to mind — the dusty cattle drive and the hopeful wagon train. Both depended on a cook to keep body and soul together across hundreds of miles of unforgiving terrain. But while these two cooks shared a canvas kitchen and an iron skillet, their worlds were surprisingly different.
The Chuck Wagon Cook: King of the Cattle Drive
On a cattle drive, the cook was royalty. Second in authority only to the trail boss, and he demanded respect. Feeding ten to twenty cowboys three times every day, for months on end, he was scheduler, medic, barber, and camp manager all rolled into one weathered, flour-dusted package.
His chuck wagon was his kingdom. The chuck box held everything from sourdough starter to liniment. Nobody touched it without permission. He rode ahead of the herd each day to select a campsite, set up, and have a hot meal waiting when the cowboys arrived, dusty, tired, and hungry enough to eat the wagon wheels.
His menu was simple but essential: beans, biscuits, salt pork, dried fruit, and coffee so strong it could lasso a steer on its own. Cowboys who complained about the food quickly learned that a hungry trail was far worse than a humble one. The cook’s word around camp was law, and even the trail boss thought twice before crossing him.
His sourdough starter was often his most prized possession, kept warm against his body on cold nights to keep it alive. Losing it wasn’t just an inconvenience. It was a tragedy.
Speaking of tragedy… A cattle drive was full of dangers, ranging from harsh and sudden weather conditions, wild animals, rustlers, and of course, the dreaded stampede! Join a cattle drive adventure with my book – The Miracle of Peace – Dangers ahead!
Mail Order Stonemason – is a perfect picture of the range wars and how the homesteaders braced themselves against an intentional stampede, meant to wipe out their houses and even their lives!
But let me get back to the cooks! The cantankerous cook in Caleb’s Brides – was seriously injured, but that didn’t stop him from being cantankerous! This is a fun, lighthearted read!
The Wagon Train Cook: Servant of the Family
The wagon train cook operated in an entirely different world. Instead of cowboys, he… or very often, she, cooked for families. Westward pioneers brought their own supplies, recipes, and opinions, making the cook’s job considerably more complicated.
Not all wagon trains hired a cook. Sometimes, families prepared their own meals, around individual fires at the end of each day. When a cook was employed, the role carried far less authority than its cattle drive counterpart.
The wagon train cook had to stretch supplies over journeys that could last four to six months, using whatever game, water, or trading posts the trail provided. Cooking was done over open fires or small camp stoves, often in wind, rain, or suffocating dust. With the needs of an entire community to consider, flexibility and patience were as important as any recipe.
The menu looked similar: beans, cornmeal, dried meat, biscuits; but the spirit was different. This was for comfort, with a taste of home dragged across the prairie in a wooden wagon.
Join the 4 to 6 month trek across the country, as A Journey for Keelie gives descriptive details of the blessings and dangers along the way – (This is one of my all-time best sellers!)
Back to the cooks!
What They Shared
Although different, both cooks kept people fed, healthy, and hopeful in some of the harshest conditions imaginable. Both worked before sunrise and long after sunset, improvising, knowing that a hot meal at the end of a brutal day was worth more than almost anything else on the trail. They knew food wasn’t just fuel, it was what held people together when everything else threatened to tear them apart.
The Bottom Line
The chuck wagon cook was an authority figure, ruling with an iron skillet and an iron will. The wagon train cook was a nurturer, feeding families and the fragile hope of building a better life.
Two cooks. Two kitchens on wheels. One unforgettable era in American history.
It’s an honor to share a glimpse of my passion for the Old West! For this special occasion of being here with you, all 4 ebooks mentioned above are on SALE for 99c each this weekend.
Today, there will be three winners to celebrate my sweet, new book releasing May 15th – Garden Belles – Quince (on pre-order!) Winners will receive ecopies of my 2 published books in the Garden Belles series – Violet and Jasmine. What a sweet series it is! Prepare to fall in love!
Tell me about your experiences of cooking or eating outside. Campfire? Backyard grilling? What is your favorite campfire food?
If you were going to work as a cook on the trail, which would you choose: cattle drive or wagon train? Why?
Where is Felicia Filly?
Whoo-hoo, friends! I’m here today in the beautiful southwest visiting a filly who’s lived for most of her life in the in a state that boasts one of the seven natural wonders or the world. Do you know which wonder? (hint: it’s quite “grand”) Growing up in a city that used to call itself “The West’s Most Western Town”, how could she not have ridden and raised horses since her high school days?
This filly thought it would be fun to treat me like a cute cowgirl version of Elf on a Shelf. She posed me on different shelves around her house that, if you look closely, will give you a clue about her and her life. Can you guess who she is?
Clue #1
She loves to collect horse statues, especially Breyer horses, and still has one that she got for Christmas when she was fourteen. The brass ones in this photo are antiques – another kind of the horses she likes to collect.
Clue #2
This filly and her husband do a lot of traveling. She has two shelves filled with little trinkets from places they’ve been.
Clue #3
She recently redecorated her office and has surrounded herself with things that motivate and inspire her. One office wall is filled with cute cat pictures. What else would you expect from this kitty lover?
Clue #4
Yet another wall in her office is filled with typewriters. The one on the far left is over a hundred-years old (I did mention she collects antiques). See those badges hanging from the hooks? They are from her volunteer work with the Alzheimer’s Association – a cause that’s near and dear to her heart.
Clue #5
Last but not least, this filly has a book scheduled to come out this summer. She confided in me that she’s really excited about this release and will be telling you more about in soon!
Well, all I can say after my visit with this filly is, with all these shelves and stuff on them, I wouldn’t want to have to be the one to dust her house (hee, hee).
Can you guess who I visited? A randomly drawn winner will receive a $10 gift card!
Jeannie Watt has a Winner!
Thank you everyone for responding! The winner of the $10 Amazon gift card is:
Joannie Sico
Congratulations!
Jill Kemerer – Welcome to Tumbleweed, TX – plus a Giveaway!
Howdy, fillies! It’s wonderful to be back at the junction!
Welcome to Tumbleweed, Texas, where love is in bloom and broken hearts heal in the most surprising circumstances. Embrace the small-town community, juicy storylines, and faith-filled romance in this four-book continuity published by Love Inspired.
Today I’m sharing about my new book, The Rancher’s Unlikely Match, which releases on Tuesday, April 28th, and giving you the inside scoop about the fictional town of Tumbleweed, Texas. The first three books in the continuity released in January, February, and March, and were written by different authors.
Book 1: The Coach’s Secret Child by Lee Tobin McClain
Book 2: The Pastor’s Easter Prayer by Tina Radcliffe
Book 3: The Police Chief’s Instant Family by Mindy Obenhaus
Book 4: The Rancher’s Unlikely Match by Jill Kemerer
When the four of us authors were approached to write the continuity, we immediately shared files to help us keep the town and characters consistent. Tina drew up a fictional map of the town, and that helped tremendously. The rest of us added stores and businesses as we were writing our books.
Tumbleweed is a small fictional town located in eastern Texas, and it’s full of charm and fascinating people. You can get your hair done at Beauty Lounge, worship during Sunday services at Tumbleweed Community Church, grab a delicious meal at the Friendly Fork, or snack on a Texas-sized cinnamon roll from Sweet Dreams Bakery. Personally, I want to do it all!
The town square has a gazebo, and you might spot the manager of the Grocery Spot racing across the park to catch his runaway wiener dog. You’ll definitely want to set up your chairs early to watch the Tumbleweed Days parade. The entire town shows up for the annual event. Former mayor, Jim Stewart, is in charge of the planning committee, and rumor has it that he and local ranching matriarch, Patty Wright, have been getting cozy. Hmm…I wonder what’s going on with them?
Back to Tumbleweed. Here’s what each author had to say when asked about the town.
If you could visit Tumbleweed, Texas, where would you go first? And who would you most like to meet?
Lee Tobin McClain:
As a teacher from a family of teachers, I’d head to the high school to watch my heroine, Kayla, mentor Coach Mike in the art of teaching. Then I’d head to the Friendly Fork diner for a bite to eat. Finally, I’d get my hair done at the Beauty Lounge, so I could catch up on all the gossip from Ginger Jackson, the owner.
Tina Radcliffe:
I fell in love with Sweet Dream Bakery. If I visited Tumbleweed, I’d stop in and say hi to baker Luna Perez and order both a cinnamon roll and a chocolate croissant. If it were a Wednesday, I’d order a cupcake slathered with fudge buttercream frosting. Yum!
Mindy Obenhaus:
Sweet Dreams Bakery would definitely be my first stop. I have a voracious sweet tooth. And I wouldn’t mind chatting with Patricia Wright. It takes a mighty strong woman to handle the largest ranch in the county AND Jim Stewart.
Me!
I’d head straight to Sweet Dreams Bakery for one of those Texas-sized cinnamon rolls and a latte. Then I’d find Jessica and find out how she’s doing with those goats!
As you can see, we all clearly are craving yummy treats from the bakery. In fact, I could go for a cinnamon roll now…
My book begins at Big W Ranch. Patty Wright’s son, Ben, took the large cattle operation over after Patty’s husband died years ago. Three of the new neighbor’s goats have invaded Patty’s garden, much to Ben’s three kids’ delight. They love goats. Ben’s not happy about it, but the single dad is always grumpy. Enter the new neighbor, Miss Sunshine herself, Jessica Howard, and sparks begin to fly. I’ve always loved a good grumpy-sunshine trope. You’ll have to read the book to find out what happens!
I had such fun writing The Rancher’s Unlikely Match, and I have a happy announcement. There will be a second four-book continuity set in Tumbleweed, Texas, that will be released in early 2027! Yeehaw!
Giveaway Time
I’m giving away one copy of The Rancher’s Unlikely Match to a commenter. US winner will receive a signed paperback. International winner will receive an e-book! Simply leave a comment below to be entered.
Does your town have any special festivals the entire town attends? I’d love to hear about them!
Could her fresh start…be the answer to his prayers?
Widowed rancher Ben Wright doesn’t need more complications, especially not runaway goats from the pretty new farmer next door, Jessica Howard. With three kids, a farm and a baseball team to coach, he’s earned his gruff reputation. Jessica left a draining social work career in Houston, hoping for a fresh start and to save her inherited farm from debt—the last thing she needs is a grumpy neighbor. But despite their rocky start, Jessica begins to see past his tough exterior as she spends time with his kids. When old hurts arise, Ben and Jessica must decide…is a future together worth fighting for?
Purchase THE RANCHER’S UNLIKELY MATCH here!
About Jill Kemerer
Jill Kemerer is a Publishers Weekly bestselling author of heartwarming, emotional, small-town romance novels often featuring cowboys. Nearly a million of her books have sold worldwide. Jill’s essentials include coffee, caramels, a stack of books, and long walks outdoors. She resides in Ohio with her husband. They have two adult children. For more information, visit her website, jillkemerer.com.
Taming the Wild Cowboy Preview and Give Away
The second book of my Bad Boys of the Rodeo series, TAMING THE WILD COWBOY, is about to be released. The official release date is April 28, but it is available now for preorder. I had a lot of fun writing this book. The hero, Trev Matthews, is one of my favorites and he plays a part in all four books of the series. Here’s an excerpt:
Trev put his phone in his pocket, studying the truck as it approached and wondering where he’d be directing the driver to. When the truck got close enough to read the Montana plate, he could see that a woman was driving with a smallish dog bouncing on the seat beside her.
The truck lurched when it crossed the cattleguard, as if its suspension was shot, then continued across the wide gravel yard that separated the houses from the barns and outbuildings, pulling to a stop a few yards away from where Trev stood. She turned off the engine and started to open the door, only to stop abruptly when he pushed his hat back, giving her a good look at his face. He might have been mistaken but it looked like she’d silently mouthed a curse word.
Trev’s first thought was that she was nervous, being miles from the public road and quite possibly lost. His second thought, when she once again raised her chin, was no way.
Maclyn Kane.
He felt like rubbing his eyes to see if she disappeared when he opened them again. What was she doing here? And why was she driving a truck that looked like the front quarter panel would fall off if someone breathed too heavily on it?
They faced off through the gravel-pitted windshield for a few more seconds, then Maclyn squared her shoulders and pushed the truck door all the way open, telling the little dog to stay. The door remained ajar after she’d stepped to the ground, making it easier to jump back inside, he figured. The dog danced on the edge of the seat but followed orders and stayed put.
So, again, why was Maclyn Kane on his ranch?
She appeared to be wondering the same thing as she stopped a few feet away from him, perhaps waiting for him to make the first move. That wasn’t going to happen.
A breeze came up and caught hold of her dark hair, which was about a foot shorter than during their rodeo days, falling to her shoulders instead of to her waist, and her clothes were remarkably utilitarian. The loose-fitting jeans bore signs of wear that were not part of the manufacturing process, and her scuffed boots spoke of actual ranch work. No glitz. No bling. No visible jewelry. If he’d passed her on the street, it would have taken him a few seconds to recognize her. That said, she still had that air about her, as if she were royalty masquerading as a cowgirl.
Or she’s nervous.
She had reason to be.
“Long time,” Maclyn finally said, hooking a thumb in her pocket.
“Six years,” he acknowledged.
Her eyebrows lifted. “Five and a half since you tanked my job chances with Buckley Livestock, but who’s counting?”
Yeah. That. Not his fault. He’d been asked his opinion of Maclyn Kane as a potential employee and had explained his personal experience with her, every word of which was true. He had not sought out the hiring manager of Buckley as she seemed to imply, and was about to correct her, when he thought better of it. Nothing good came of arguing the past, and beyond that, there was something about the way Maclyn held herself, as if about to wade into battle, that stopped him.
“What can I do for you?” he finally asked.
“I’m here about the job you posted in the feed store on the highway.”
Trev tried to hold back the laugh. Failed. Mac’s expression shifted from defensive to pure ice at the choked sound.
“Sorry to have wasted your time.” She turned toward the truck and jerked the partially open door until it bounced on the hinges. The little dog scrambled into the passenger seat.
“Wait.”
Mac turned her head, Sam Elliott style, to wordlessly meet his gaze as he took a few steps forward, making him wonder if he’d imagined the crack in her voice.
“For?” she asked.
He shifted his weight, buying time as he tried to find a place of mental equilibrium. This was weird. “You’re here about the job.”
Her jaw shifted sideways. “I was.”
“Why?” It made no sense.
“I didn’t know that you’d be here.”
She climbed into the truck then and pulled the door handle. Trev caught the frame before the door closed, dropping his hand as she shot him a look. Right. What was he thinking?
He was thinking that he wanted answers. “Mac.”
She abandoned the battle for the door, letting her head drop back against the split vinyl of the headrest. “Yes?”
“What’s going on?”
She closed her eyes as if shutting out a bad memory. It took her a long moment to say, “I need something temporary. A few days even.”
“Why?”
Her eyes came open. “I’m in a spot.”
“What kind of spot?”
“The kind I didn’t expect.”
He raised his eyebrows.
She shifted her gaze to the windshield. “I got fired from my job. I have two horses and a dog to feed.”
He waited for more, but she reached for the ignition instead of explaining. Trev wasn’t ready to let her go. Not just yet.
“Mac.”
She kept her hand on the key as she once again glanced his way. “I don’t expect you to believe me, given our history.”
She gave the word history a nasty twist, which in turn caused something to shift uncomfortably in Trev’s brain. She had been so adamant when he’d confronted her about paying for the damage to his truck. Damage she’d caused, yet refused to take responsibility for.
“Won’t your parents help you out of the spot?” The parents everyone assumed bankrolled her back in the day. Someone had paid for that flashy truck and trailer and one of the best barrel horses on the circuit. Since Maclyn had been barely into her twenties at the time, the assumption was that it wasn’t her writing the checks.
“Not an option.”
Her tone spoke of bridges burned, and he realized how little he knew about this woman. What he’d had was assumptions and amusing anecdotes from Brooke, who had admired her travel partner’s quiet grit. Grit that Trev had secretly pegged as privilege and the knowledge that she could get away with stuff.
“Sell the horses.”
Maclyn gave him a dark look. “Also not an option.”
“Then it appears you’re low on options.”
“Thanks for pointing that out.” She pulled the door shut then and started the engine. Trev stepped back as the truck rolled forward a few feet, then stopped. After a brief hesitation, Maclyn lowered the window.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Here it came.
“I was not driving your truck that night.”
She did stick to her story.
And now for the give away. My book has heat in places (nothing crazy mind you) and some salty language. I know many of our readers are sweet romance readers, so instead of giving away the book, I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card so that the winner can buy any book they’d like. Hopefully two books. Hopefully books written by me or my fellow fillies. 🙂
This is a second chance romance, which is one of my favorite tropes, so I write it often. To be eligible for the gift card, tell me one of your favorite tropes or story themes. Winner will be announced on Sunday.
Jodie Wolfe – How Research Helps Define a Novel & a giveaway
What reasons do you enjoy reading historical novels? Is it a certain time period? Perhaps you’re a big history buff. Or maybe you love the romance of bygone years, when things seemed simpler. Easier. Maybe less stressful. What is it that draws you to pick up a book? Many mention a great cover helps and back cover copy that tugs you into the story. For some, it’s the place, time, or story itself.
When I started out to write a series set in the town and surrounding area where I currently live, I didn’t know some of its vast history. The more I research, in fact, the more I realize of things not known. Honestly, I hadn’t planned on stepping away from penning books set in the Midwest until my husband suggested focusing a series closer to home.
During a recent tour of the original Brady Farm, a homestead dating back to the early 1700s near Newburg, Pennsylvania, I learned of Captain Samuel Brady. One article I read online likened him to Captain America because of his exploits. Some others considered him on the same level as Daniel Boone. Sam was the grandson of Hugh and Hannah Brady, who migrated from Ireland in 1738 and settled in south-central Pennsylvania. Sadly, the log cabin where Samuel was born in Shippensburg was torn down many years ago.
Known for his undertakings as a frontier scout and defender against Native Americans, he also fought in the American Revolutionary War. Samuel’s life and adventures are thought to have been the inspiration for James Fenimore Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans. I had never heard about this man until I took part in a private tour of his grandparent’s home.
While Samuel won’t likely be featured in any of the books I write, since it’s quite a bit earlier time period than I typically create, learning about the place the original Brady’s built fits into my current work in process. Especially one tidbit the guide mentioned about the trail from the farm to Middle Spring, which led to Shippensburg. I’d been trying to learn the path that locals would’ve taken from Newburg to Shippensburg. That one small comment during the tour helped me form a clear picture of the details I needed.
Sarah’s Search will be available early summer, Lord willing. This is book three in my Time to Come Home series. Each book has required more and more research as I learn more about the place where I live. It’s been such fun diving into history.
How about you? When’s the last time you learned something new about the place where you live? What’s the next history search you plan to undertake? Please share it with us. I can’t wait to hear about it.
Be sure to comment for a chance to win an ebook of Hannah’s Quest, book two in my current series.
JODIE WOLFE loves writing historical fiction after years as a homeschool mom. She enjoys spending time with her husband in Pennsylvania, reading, knitting, and walking. Jodie creates novels where hope and quirky meet. Visit her at http://www.jodiewolfe.com.