8.31.2013

On Distant Shores by Sarah Sundin ~ Revell Blog Tour & Review

On Distant Shores (Wings of the Nightingale, #2)My Review:

Georgie Taylor left so much behind, a warm home, loving, family and her fiancé, with whom she hopes to spend the rest of her life. Georgie struggles to adapt to the pressure, and questions if being a flight nurse is what she is truly meant to do.
But then she meets John "Hutch" Hutchinson, a young man who shares her love of the stars, and a dedication to serving his patients every way her knows how. Can they weather the storms that they face, or will war destroy the things they sought to protect?

Another great read from author, Sarah Sundin. I was drawn in from the very first page to Georgie's plight and the fears she faced while serving. She had a natural charm, about her as well as a fierce loyalty to those that she loved, yet she was also vulnerable.

While this is a sequel, this book can easily be read as a stand alone, though in my opinion the first book, With Every Letter was far too good to miss!

I absolutely adored Georgie and Hutch, and admired them for their bravery and courage throughout. They both stood up for what they believed in and values. I especially respected Hutch for using his God-given gift to help others, and fighting for better care for the wounded, even though he faced ridicule from those around him.

Hutch Georgie had such a honest, real friendship, and I loved that about them. Overall, I think that this was one of my very favorites by Ms. Sundin! I can't wait to read the next one in the series!

“Available August 2013 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.”

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.30.2013

Golden State Brides by Keli Gwyn and Erica Vetsch ~ Review

Golden State Brides: Two Historical Romances Under One Cover

Lucie's Review: Two heartwarming romances set under a California sky.

Previously published as two separate novels, A Bride Opens Shop in Eldorado, California and A Bride Sews in Needles, California.

In A Bride Opens Shop in Eldorado, California, Elenora Watkins agrees to become Miles Ruttledge's business partner, but when she and her daughter arrive, she finds that he is less willing to be her business partner than she believed. So she decides to open her own store...next door!

It is a fun filled adventure, I liked how Elenora and  Miles went back and forth with competing sales between their stores, and thinking up great ways to draw in customers with guest loyalty programs.

Mile and Elenora both had their scars from the past, but they grew and found healing from their faith. I loved the character of Matilda, she was just so cute! Another great character was Miles' mother, who was so sweet and definitely scheming!This was such a fun read and I loved how the story came together with the plot and character interactions.


In A Bride Sews in Needles, California Megan dreams of becoming a Harvey Girl, but instead she finds herself almost over her head after only a few short hours of training and being assigned to Needles, California the one place that nobody else wanted to be, because it is in the middle of the desert.
There she meets the mysterious Caleb McBride, who longs to join the countless other young men on the battlefields of Europe, but he has a secret that prevents him from doing so.
Can Megan help to heal his wounded heart?

I loved the setting of California, during WWI. It was fun learning about the Harvey Girls and life in the desert, along with the hardships they faced.

Caleb was a brave and honorable character, and I respected him deeply because he had such a strong sense of self-control and it took real courage for him to do what he did. What a great, true hero. Megan had such a kind and compassionate heart, and was a fantastic heroine.

Overall, this story was just so touching, and so good that I hated to put it down. I think I read the whole thing in less than a day, and honestly I haven't read a book by Erica Vetsch that I haven't loved :) 

I would definitely recommend both of these wonderful novels!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.28.2013

Vanishing Act by Jennifer AlLee & Lisa Karon Richardson ~ FIRST Wild Card Blog Tours

Vanishing Act Lucie's Review:

I was excited to pick up the second book in this exciting series, after reading the first in the series, and I was not disappointed!

While this is the second book in the series, it really doesn't have much connection to the first book in terms of characters or setting, besides the fact that the hero is a Pinkerton detective. So definitely a stand alone novel that you can dive right into.

Vanishing Act is set in Washington DC during Abraham Lincoln's presidency and is filled with adventure and wild conspiracy plots to harm Lincoln and his family.

I liked how the story was told, following along with Juliet and Forbes, with a tidbit from the bad guy's prospective that only adds to the mystery of who he might be.

Juliet was a fascinating character who had experience in illusions, having assisted her uncle in his show, so she had a whole set of skills that she brought to the table.

The side characters were well written and gave this book such a rich, full feeling to it, with the family relationships and friendships along the way. I liked how this book had a lot of mystery and adventure in the plot. I admired the main characters for their quick wit, and genius plots!

Overall, a well written historical mystery/adventure that I would happily recommend. It was a read that I sped through, yet enjoyed every minute of!




Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."


It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!



Today's Wild Card author is:


and the book:

Whitaker House (September 2, 2013)

***Special thanks to Cathy Hickling for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Veteran authors Jennifer AlLee and Lisa Karon Richardson have combined their considerable skills to create the action-packed historical romance series, Charm & Deceit, for Whitaker House.

Jennifer AlLee is the bestselling author of The Love of His Brother (2007) for Five Star Publishers, and for Abington Press: The Pastor's Wife (2010), The Mother Road (April 2012), and A Wild Goose Chase Christmas (November 2012). She’s also published a number of short stories, devotions and plays. Jennifer is a passionate participant in her church’s drama ministry. She lives with her family in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Lisa Karon Richardson has led a life of adventure — from serving as a missionary in the Seychelles and Gabon to returning to the U.S. to raise a family—and she imparts her stories with similarly action-packed plot lines. She’s the author of Impressed by Love (2012) for Barbour Publishing’s Colonial Courtships anthology, The Magistrate’s Folly, and Midnight Clear, part of a 2013 holiday anthology, also from Barbour. Lisa lives with her husband and children in Ohio.

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

Pinkerton detective Carter Forbes returns in Book Two of the Charm & Deceit series. Set in Washington D. C. during the Civil War the action revolves around Juliet Button who does not believe in ghosts! She does believe in supporting her makeshift family of misfits. Having spent years as assistant to her illusionist uncle, Juliet possesses skills to make an audience believe the impossible and launches a career as “Miss Avila,” a medium. She wants nothing to do with agent Forbes who has the power to destroy the life she’s built. But when President Lincoln’s youngest son is kidnapped, and the first lady comes to her for help, she can’t refuse, even if it means facing Forbes, who knows far too much about her already.


Product Details:
List Price: $12.99
Series: Charm & Deceit (Book 2)
Paperback: 256 pages
Publisher: Whitaker House (September 2, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1603749063
ISBN-13: 978-1603749060


AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:

May 6, 1862

Washington, D.C.

Juliet palmed the thin stack of note cards on the table and slid them up her sleeve. Her fingers trembled as they always did before a “show.” No matter. They’d be steady when it counted.
Grandmotherly Miss Clara smoothed Juliet’s pale skirts. “You’ve got a new sitter. A young fellow.”
“Do we know anything about him?”
“Artie’s checking now.”
Juliet pressed the heel of her hand against her stomach. The queasiness would pass, too.
“This is all I found. It was in the lining of his hat.” Miss Clara passed her a folded ticket stub for Ford’s Athenaeum and a battered-looking letter with countless creases.
Juliet accepted the offerings and opened the letter. No, not a letter. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Miss Clara. “This is a pass that allows the bearer to move through Union lines.”
Miss Clara glanced up from her examination of a tiny stain on Juliet’s hem and met her eyes.
“So, he’s doing war work?”
“Apparently important work. It’s signed by President Lincoln.”
Miss Clara took the paper from Juliet’s trembling fingers.
Why would anyone carry such a document in a place as obvious as a hatband? Though ostensibly he was in the heart of Union territory and it wouldn’t be required, the pass granted access anywhere. That meant he’d come from beyond Union lines, in rebel territory. But, in rebel territory, who would want such a pass on him? Juliet sat down at the kitchen table. Something about this man felt dangerous. The pass identified him as Carter Forbes. The name meant nothing to her, and yet something niggled at the back of her mind. She should know about him.
Artie clattered down the stairs, his brown hair disheveled as usual, and leaped over the last few steps, landing with a thump. “Nothing.”
“Did you try to cross-reference him?”
Artie tilted his head and scowled in response.
Juliet held up a hand. “I had to ask. It seems that I should know the name.” She rubbed the furrows from between her eyebrows. She hated blind readings; they were so tricky. “Did he say how he learned of my sittings?”
Artie shook his head. “I don’t think so. The Professor never said anything.”
The Professor entered at that moment. “They’re all ready for you.”
“Do you know anything about this Carter Forbes fellow?”
The question seemed to pain the old gentleman, and Juliet winced at her own callousness. The Professor used to draw enormous crowds through the power of his observations about people; but now, his eyesight was shrouded by milky white cataracts, which meant he noticed very little.
“He came to the front door and asked if he could attend today’s sitting. He spoke well, and when I took his hat, I noted it was of fine felt. I asked if he had been referred by one of your clients, and he said no. He didn’t seem to want to offer any further information.”
It wasn’t an unusual reaction. Many new clients were hesitant and wanted her to prove her skills by astonishing them with information about themselves.
Juliet inhaled and held the breath for a long moment before letting it out in a rush. She could do this. She had to do this. If she turned away clients, it wouldn’t be long before she and her makeshift family were turned out of their home. She just couldn’t go back to the vaudeville circuit. Not if she was to have any hope of keeping them all together. One day, she would find a better way to support them. But for now, well, she had no choice.
***
Carter covertly examined his companions around the smooth oak table: a half dozen well-dressed ladies, most of them older than he, all but one of whom were in mourning; and a tall, rickety man with a snowy beard that reached his waist. The individuals in the group appeared to have at least a nodding acquaintance with one another, and they sat in companionable silence as they waited for Miss Avila.
The peaceful hush proved to be too much for a twittery sort of elderly lady to Carter’s right. She wore a full dress of black bombazine that looked far too warm for the summer heat. Her hair was frizzled into the semblance of ringlets that wilted on either side of her cheeks. She leaned closer to him and smiled kindly. “I don’t think I’ve met you before. Is this your first visit to Miss Avila?”
One of the ladies sniffed at this breach of social etiquette, but the others looked interested and friendly, as if the mere fact of their gathering in this room conferred a special kind of privilege.
Squelching the desire to educate them on the certainty they were being duped, Carter pasted on a smile for the lady and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Is she as impressive as they say?”
“More so, I think.” She beamed at him. “Miss Avila has such a way about her. She’s so mystical and otherworldly. I completely see why the spirits choose to seek her out.”
The bearded gentleman cleared his throat. “She’s not like some as you’ll find—them show-offs with their painted-up faces and tricks. She’s a good little gal, the kind my Emmeline would have taken under her wing. The kind I would have wanted for my boy.” His words choked off, and he blew his nose into a large handkerchief.
Carter wanted to pat him on the shoulder or offer some reassurance, but he couldn’t allow himself the liberty. The fellow was austere and proud in his grief. Any expression of pity would likely inflict further hurt. How could someone take advantage of these poor people?
The door opened, and a slip of a young woman entered. Her dark hair was pinned up in a neat chignon. She wore a simple cotton day dress with stripes of soft white and pale purple, unadorned except for a strip of lace edging the collar and running from the bodice to the belt line. The sleeves were certainly long, and roomy enough to hide all sorts of goodies. But he didn’t see any telltale bulges. He and the other gentleman stood at her entrance.
“I’m sorry to have kept you all waiting.” Her voice was well-modulated and cultured. There was a whiff of foreign climes beneath the excellent English, but Carter couldn’t quite place the accent.
She circled around the table to the only available seat. Carter had engineered matters so that she would be seated right beside him. Miss Avila lightly touched the elderly gentleman’s arm as she passed. “Mr. Greenfield, how are you today?”
If Carter didn’t know better, he would think she was genuinely concerned.
“Thank you for asking, my dear. I am much as usual.”
“You haven’t had bad news from the War Office about Ben, have you?”
Aha. She was fishing for information.
“No, I’ve had no word. Been at least four months since his last letter.” His voice cracked.
Miss Avila reached out and squeezed his hand. “We will pray for his safekeeping. But, in this case, no news is good news. Keep up your faith.”
She approached her seat but stopped in front of Carter. “You must be Mr. Forbes,” she said pleasantly.
“I am.”
“I am Miss Avila.” She smoothed her skirts as she lowered herself delicately into the chair. “Is there someone in particular you are hoping to reach today?”
“I thought you’d be able to tell me that, and all the mysteries of the world besides,” he shot back.
A sharp gasp came from the lady on Carter’s other side. The disapproval in the room radiated toward him in waves.
Miss Avila, however, maintained her calm. “I’m afraid I cannot read your mind. I suppose there are some who may be able to do so, but my gifts do not lie in that direction. If you wish to get the attention of those on the other side, it would be best for me to know whom to ask for.”
“My father, Jonathan Forbes,” Carter blurted out. Immediately, he regretted it. He didn’t want to sully Father’s memory with anything this woman might say about him. But another idea sprang to mind. “And my sister, Emily.” He smiled then, trying not to bare his teeth in the process. Just let her try to get out of this one.
Miss Avila had a knack for giving a person her full attention. When she turned her lovely dark eyes to her manservant and motioned for him to close the curtains, it was as though a lighthouse beacon had moved away from his soul.
As the room darkened, she leaned forward to light the single taper in the middle of the table. The manservant departed through a noticeably squeaky door. The candlelight flickered, casting grotesque shadows on the walls around them.
“We must now join hands.”
It took all of Carter’s self-control to keep from rolling his eyes. Of course, if they held hands, no one would be free to catch whoever might cavort about in the darkness beyond the edge of the candlelight to help the woman create her weird effects.
He took the hand she offered in his and held it tightly, to be certain she could not pull away. She made no attempt to do so. Her small, soft hand rested warmly in his, neither grasping nor trying to break free of his grip. Her eyes drifted closed.
Carter sat rigid, straining every sense to discover her means of trickery. Except for the occasional tiny pop from the candle, there was no sound in the room. The silence allowed the sounds outside to press inward—a city symphony of rumbling carriage wheels, clip-clopping hooves, and shouting street hawkers. Somewhere across the street, a piano played a popular ditty. The world was going on all around them, but, shut away in this dark and silent room, they were set apart.
At last, Miss Avila began to speak. She brought a message from the dead to each of the ladies in turn—words of enduring love, whether from a parent, husband, or child, that made them dab at their eyes with lace hankies. Finally, she asked for Catherine Greenfield.
The old fellow shifted, sitting taller. “Catherine? Catherine, are you there?”
“I’m here, Harlan.” Miss Avila now spoke with a slight Southern accent.
“My Catherine. I’ve longed to hear your voice again.”
“We talked before I left. You promised you wouldn’t grieve like this.”
“I know. But I’m just not sure how to get on without you. And now, Ben’s gone off, and…and I’m scared he won’t come back.”
“You must live on, Harlan. Ben’s children need a man about to help keep them in hand. Look to the living, my dear. Look to the living.”
Carter raised an eyebrow. That was not the message he’d expected.
Mr. Greenfield leaned toward the candle, his features taut with anxiety. “Are you telling me Ben is there with you?”
“No, dear.”
“You’re sure?”
“Harlan Greenfield, I think I’d know my own son.”
Tears glistened on the old fellow’s face. “Oh, thank God. Thank God.”
Miss Avila spoke again. “Catherine is gone. Is there an Emily Forbes there who will speak with me?”
Carter searched the woman’s face, but it gave away nothing. She waited patiently as the silence in the room again allowed the outside world to intrude.
At last, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Forbes; the woman you seek is not on the other side.”
Carter clamped his lips together. She was cunning, he had to hand her that. He had counted on her revealing herself as a fraud by claiming to talk to Emily, who was very much alive and well.
He forced himself to continue the charade. “And my father?”
Once again, Miss Avila appeared to consult with an invisible host.
“He is there but unable to speak to me directly.”
Carter hid a sneer. “He suffered so much during his final illness. I want to make sure he is no longer in pain.”
“There is no illness or suffering in the other world. He says you should not worry about him.” Though she didn’t open her eyes, Miss Avila’s delicate brow furrowed emphatically. “Nor should you be concerned about your disagreement prior to his passing. It was a small matter, and you must not allow it to prey on your mind.”
Carter nearly let go of her hand. How could she possibly know about that?
Miss Avila’s frown deepened, and she shook her head a couple of times. Then her eyes popped open. “They are gone.” She began to tremble from head to foot and slumped slightly, as if the contact with ghosts had sapped her strength.
She clapped her hands lightly, and the door opened again with another squeal. Carter was nearly convinced that was by design, for all the other appointments in the establishment were in perfect taste. Why would she abide a squeaky door, unless it was a deliberate flaw designed to reinforce the idea that the sitters were entirely alone—that no one else could have entered or exited?
Miss Avila bid her guests farewell, shaking their hands and giving each one a few personal words. She asked about family members and various ills. Took notice of a new bonnet and complimented a handsome necklace. The sitters seemed to brighten under her attention, as if she’d lit a lamp within them.
At last, Carter alone remained with her. He realized afresh how small she was; how her eyes, though dark, were bright and…kind. Once again, she surprised him, and he fumbled for words.
With practiced ease, she stepped in to save him from embarrassment. “Thank you for coming today, Mr. Forbes. I hope you found it enlightening.”
“To be honest, I had hoped for more.”
“Perhaps you are unaware that a sitter’s attitude can affect the ability of the spirits to communicate clearly. Tell me, did one of my clients refer you?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
She cocked her head prettily, waiting for an answer.
Carter decided it wouldn’t hurt to let her stew. He smiled back wolfishly but didn’t elaborate further.
Miss Avila stilled like a rabbit scenting a nearby predator.
***
Juliet didn’t dare move for fear she would give away her agitation. Mr. Forbes was even more than she’d bargained for. A tall man with neatly combed light brown hair and a well-groomed mustache of the same color, he was the sort who might be dismissed if one were fool enough not to notice the intelligence in his gray eyes and the muscular build beneath that stylish coat.
Juliet was no fool. She would not underestimate this man. He wasn’t the type to approach a medium. That meant he’d had a very definite purpose in seeking her out. If that purpose had anything to do with the work that had earned him a pass signed by President Lincoln, she could find her goose cooked.
On the other hand, it could very well have to do with his not-so-dearly-departed sister. As soon as he’d mentioned Emily, Juliet had made the connection. No wonder the name Carter Forbes was so familiar. But did he know of her acquaintance with his sister? At that moment, Juliet remembered something else Emily Forbes had mentioned about her older brother: He was a Pinkerton agent working for the government.
That certainly explained the pass. What it didn’t explain was what he wanted with her.
“I always like to get to know my new clients,” she finally said. “Would you care to join me for tea in the sitting room?”
His smile was thin-lipped. “I’d be delighted.”
Juliet led the way. “Please have a seat. I just need to speak to my housekeeper a moment.”
Once out of sight, she all but ran for the kitchen. Miss Clara and Professor Marvolo were seated at the table.
“All done, dear?” Miss Clara slid a tray of cookies toward her.
“Forbes is a Pinkerton and he wants something. I know it.”
Professor Marvolo turned his clouded gaze toward her. “Describe him.”
Juliet had spent years under the professor’s tutelage. As quickly as she could, she described everything the Pinkerton had said and done, in addition to his appearance. “I had a bad feeling about him from the beginning, so I kept the sitting very simple. No spirit writing. I didn’t want to do anything that he could seize upon.”
“Very wise.” The professor nodded over his fingertips, which he had pressed together as if in prayer. “He’s here on a personal matter.”
“Are you sure? How can you tell?”
“If this were an official investigation, he wouldn’t still be fooling around with tea and verbal sparring. Besides, the Pinkertons are all working for the war effort, in one way or another, and we don’t have a thing to do with that.”
“What should I do?”
“You have to go back in there and talk to him. Find out what he wants. This could be a good thing. Having a Pinkerton on our side might be beneficial.”
Miss Clara patted her arm. “I’ll bring in tea directly.”
Juliet clenched her hands into fists. She could do this. She had to do this. They were counting on her. And while she was not certain they would benefit from having a Pinkerton on their side, it would be a total disaster to have a Pinkerton as an enemy.
She returned to the sitting room. Once again, Mr. Forbes stood as she entered.
“I apologize for the delay. Tea will be brought directly.”
“That sounds good.” He sat as she did. “I’m curious, how long have you had this gift of being able to talk to spirits?”
She smiled. “Anyone can talk to spirits. They are the ‘great cloud of witnesses’ that surround us. The real trick is being able to hear them talk back.” She decided to press her luck. “Mr. Forbes, now I must ask you a question.”
“Certainly.”
“Why did you try to make me believe your sister was dead?”
He slid back in his chair. “I think you know the answer.”
“It was a test, then?”
He nodded. “You passed that one with ease.”
Juliet watched him warily. “That one? Was there another test?”
“Oh, yes,” he said smugly. “My father didn’t die of a lingering illness. He was murdered.”
Now Juliet settled back in her seat. “Perhaps you should think over the conversation again. I merely said that there was no illness on the other side, and that he said not to worry about him.”
Artie entered, carrying a tray of tea things.
Alarmed, Juliet sat forward again. She didn’t want him anywhere near this man. “Artie?”
“Miss Clara asked me to bring this to you.” With his back to the agent, he gave her a broad wink.
Juliet refrained from making a face at him.
“And who is this strapping young lad?” Mr. Forbes asked in a too jovial voice.
“This is my son,” Juliet said evenly. “Artie, make your bows.”
Forbes looked from her to Artie and back again.
Juliet answered the unasked question. “He is adopted.”
“I see. It must be difficult, supporting such a large house, as well as a family.”
Juliet felt as if a hand had tightened around her windpipe. “Artie, go on back to the kitchen and help Miss Clara.” Her eyes warned him not to argue.
When he was gone, Mr. Forbes stood. “Miss Avila, I grow tired of sparring with you. We both know you are a fraud. If I have to, I will send agents by the dozens until someone exposes you. Then I will smear your name in every salon and parlor in the capital. You will never have another client.”
Mouth dry as parchment, Juliet tilted her chin up a notch. “May I know what I have done to earn your enmity?”
“I have a young person I am responsible for, as well. My sister, Emily, whom you introduced to spiritualism.”
Juliet frowned. “Emily sat for me only once, and she was brought by a neighbor.”
“Once was far more than enough. She now believes that she can, in a way, resurrect our parents and keep them close at hand. She’s been taken in by a spurious English nobleman who claims to have powers remarkably similar to your own.”
Juliet knew immediately of whom he spoke. “Lord” Shelston was gaining quite a following in the area, but he could be cruel and exceptionally greedy, as well, draining his clients of their resources and then discarding them.
“If your worry is with Shelston, why come after me?”
Carter shook his head. “I am not a complete idiot. If I attack her pet directly, Emily will simply consider me too protective. I must tackle this problem at the root.”
“And you believe I am the root of the problem?” She laughed roughly. “Mr. Forbes, my influence is nowhere near as great as you take it to be.”
“Not at all, Miss Avila. I realize your clientele is small, by most standards. But, by shutting down your operation, and those like yours, it lights a fire under Shelston’s feet. He’ll soon find Washington a very inhospitable place.”
Mind awhirl, Juliet sought a way out of this dilemma. “I know Shelston, and I agree with you as to his basic character. I don’t want to see your sister involved with him any more than you do. So, I have a proposal.”
Carter raised a questioning eyebrow, so Juliet rushed on.
“I’ll go with you and tell Emily all I know about him and how he achieves his illusions.”
“And what do you want in return?”
“Your word that you will leave my family and me in peace.”
She could imagine Forbes’s thought process: weighing the pros and cons; deliberating what his sister’s well-being was worth to him; contemplating whether he could live with himself if he let a small fish swim free in order to catch the larger fish he was after.
Finally he held out his hand. “You have a bargain, Miss Avila.”
She grabbed it before he could change his mind and pumped it forcefully. The deal had been struck.

8.27.2013

Stranded by Dani Pettrey ~ Review

Stranded (Alaskan Courage, #3)Astor's Review: From the very first page I couldn't put it down!

Darcy St. James knows that something is wrong when her friend suddenly disappears without an explanation or a trace. With the help of Gage McKenna, Darcy is determined to uncover the truth but what they find could be more sinister than they ever imagined.

This book was much too short, but in reality that is what made it so perfect. Filled to the brim with non-stop action, and admirable characters, I didn't want this book to end. For me it was one of those book that I couldn't put down, yet I wanted to, so that I wouldn't finish it too quickly! 

I loved how while there was so much going on, there was still great spiritual development and believable character interaction.

Overall, a well written adventure that I loved every minute of, possibly the best in the series so far! Even though this is part of a series, it can be read as a stand alone as well. Just a terrific book all the way through!

I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. Thank you!

 

Follow Me by David Platt ~ Review

Follow Me: A Call to Die. A Call to Live.
My Review:

Follow me like Mr. Platt's first book is hard hitting and true to the gospel. He focuses on teachings that are hard and asks if we would be willing to lay down our crosses, leave everything behind and follow Christ. And what did Jesus really mean when he said "Follow Me."?

Mr. Platt does an excellent job with scripture and staying true to the gospel, it isn't often you read a book that so simply talks about the gospel, yet is so hard hitting to people already believers. This is a truly convicting book and it made examine my personal walk and identify places where I need to sacrifice more.

Overall this truly is a powerful read from beginning to end, Mr. Platt handles the scripture well and has a unique yet riveting way of writing, and if you have ever seen him speak he is very humble yet powerful. I don't think that anyone would regret reading this book, and I highly recommend it!


Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.26.2013

Pattern for Romance by Carla Olson Gade ~ CFBA Tour & Review

Pattern for Romance (Quilts of Love #8)Lucie's Review:

Honour Metcalf is skilled with needlework and she takes on the task of making a intricate wedding quilt, but when Honour is falsely accused of thievery he character is called into question. Joshua Sutton, a merchant tailor comes to her aid, and stands by her side as the gossips talk behind her back.

There was a lot of drama in this book, and many plot twists that kept me entertained, and wondering if anything would ever go right for poor Honour.

There was a good cast of characters, Honour's sister Temperance was so cute! And Joshua was a good honorable man who always believed Honour and stood by her when things got bad.

Honour was a good heroine with such a positive attitude and great work ethic! I loved how she was thankful for what she was given.

Overall this was a great book with a complex plot and a lot going on! The characters were great and the quilt theme fit well into the story. So it was definitely a good book well worth the read.


Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."
This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
Pattern for Romance
Abingdon Press (August 20, 2013)
by
Carla Gade


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Carla Olson Gade has been imaging stories most of her life. Her love for writing and eras gone by turned her attention to writing Inspirational Historical Romance. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, American Christian Writers, and the Maine Fellowship of Christian Writers. She is represented by Chip MacGregor of MacGregor Literary.

Her publishing credits also include a variety of newspaper articles, newsletters, and web content. She also enjoys developing discipleship materials for women. She has been a book judge for the Inspirational Reader's Choice Contest (RWA), and ACFW's Genesis Contest.

In addition to writing, Carla is a freelance website designer and webhost and an advocate for adult literacy. An experienced event and program planner/promoter, Carla designs marketing materials for her writing group, women's ministry, and other functions. Carla has also spoken at several women's events and facilitated many workshops and classes through the years.

An autodidact, creative thinker, and avid reader, Carla also enjoys genealogy, web design, and photography. A native New Englander, she lives in beautiful rural Maine with her "hero" husband and two young adult sons, and a new grandson.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Honour Metcalf’s quilting needlework is admired by a wealthy customer of the Boston Mantua-maker for whom she works. In need of increasing her earnings, she agrees to create an elaborate white work bridal quilt for the dowager’s niece. A beautiful design emerges as she carefully stitches the intricate patterns and she begins to dream of fashioning a wedding quilt of her own. When Honour is falsely accused of thievery and finds herself in a perilous position, merchant tailor Joshua Sutton comes to her aid. As he risks his relationships, reputation, and livelihood to prove her innocence, the two discover a grander plan—a design for love.

If you would like to read the first chapter of Pattern for Romance, go HERE.


Falling for the Teacher by Dorothy Clark ~ Review

Falling for the TeacherLucie's Review:

Sadie Spencer never expected to return to Pinewood, after the awful thing that happened to her there so many years ago that made her leave. But when she hears that her grandparents' failing health she comes back only to find, Cole Alyward, the brother of the man that hurt her so many years ago, helping her grandparents and running the family business.
Can both Cole and Sadie over come the scars of their past?

This was a sweet, yet sort of hard story, about God's perfect timing and finding love the last place you want to. Cole was such a noble man with an admirable determination about him, I instantly respected him for staying in Pinewood despite the bad taste his brother had put in people's mouth at the sound of their name. He knew he was fighting an uphill battle, yet he stayed anyway. And he was completely respectful of Sadie, though he did have some strange hesitations and reasons for avoiding her.

Sadie was brave and all of her fear were completely rational considering all that she had been through.

At first I wasn't sure if Sadie and Cole were such a good idea, but by the end I thought that they couldn't have been a better couple and they really helped each other so much. And I loved how they helped each other form and repair relationships with others.

Overall this was a pretty sweet tale of learning that the past doesn't define who you are and there is hope and healing. The story moved along nicely with good pacing and I liked characters from previous novels showed up in this book, so I could read about how they were doing to some extent. A great read.



Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.24.2013

Bleeding Heart by Amber Stokes ~ Review

Bleeding Heart

My Review:

When I first started this book, I wasn't quite sure what I would think of it by the end...but I ended up loving it!

Five bleeding hearts struggle to mend despite their pasts that threaten to bind them in pain and heartache.

Bleeding Heart brings the most unlikely of characters together, each with their own hurt, broken heart, and scar, as they lean on each other to hope for a better future. The woman who brings them all together is just as unlikely...

What I liked so much about this story was how well I got to know each of the characters and what made them who they were, their heartbreaks, their sorrows.

It was definitely a riveting read as well, as I read it in less than 3 hours, and almost one sitting!

I was hard to decide who my favorite character was, but I think by the end I really liked Myghal the best, because of his faithfulness, and show of friendship of the truest kind throughout the story. He started out as a sort of back round character and then came to the forefront, and backing off again, yet he was always there when they needed him like some kind of guardian angel. If Bleeding Heart has a sequel in the works I definitely vote that it be Myghal's story.

Sally was a good heroine, in that she had a touch exterior, but proved to be fragile and in need of true friends. When the book first started I didn't know if I would like her or not, but she grew on me by miles, and by the end I thought she was fantastic.

Overall, a well written tale, that is not so much a romance, but a story of friendship and how God can mend our broken hearts. The end part was just amazing, I could not tear my eyes from the page until I read the words "The End" definitely a book well worth the read! Highly recommend!


Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

Amber StokesThank you so much, Amber!

About Amber:

Amber Stokes has a Bachelor of Science degree in English and a passion for the written word - from blogging to writing poetry, short stories, and novels. After her brief time at college in Oregon, she is now back home among the redwoods of Northern California, living life one day at a time and pursuing her passion via freelance editing and self-publishing her debut novel, Bleeding Heart.




You can catch her at any of these various sites and on Goodreads!

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www.bleedingheartnovel.blogspot.com

 Personal Blog: "Seasons of Humility"
www.seasonsofhumility.blogspot.com

 Group Blog: "The Borrowed Book"
www.theborrowedbook.blogspot.com

 Freelance Editing Services
www.editingthroughtheseasons.com

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The Governess of Highland Hall by Carrie Turansky ~ Review

The Governess Of Highland Hall (Edwardian Brides, #1)My Reviews:

Carrie Turansky does terrific job of defining and showing the class divisions of a great house during the Edwardian Era.

Julia Foster takes on the job of governess to Baronet William Ramsey's two children and cousins, after living most of her life in India as a missionary with her parents helping young girls out of undesirable situations.
William is the new heir to Highland Hall, but because of the past indiscretions of the former owner and the high death tolls he is at rick of losing it before he can make it his home.
Can Julia help William restore Highland Hall to its former glory, and heal his hurting heart?

If you liked Downton Abbey, then you are going to LOVE The Governess of Highland Hall, I know I sure did! I loved how Ms. Turansky did such a good job of showing how separate different classes of the house were from one another, even though they all lived in one big house. And for a governess like Julia, who was toeing a fine line between the family and a servant.

Julia was a admirable heroine, because even though at times she spoke rashly, she always spoke the truth, never intentionally hurt anyone, and also had the backbone to stand up for herself. She also truly relied on her faith to help her through difficult times. Another of my favorite characters was Sarah Ramsey, William's dear sister, she had such heart of kindness and I think one of my favorite parts was her and Dalton's story.

Ms. Turansky showed the different perspectives of the various positions in the house by telling the story from many different perspectives, which is something that I don't always enjoy, but I think that it fit perfectly here.

I don't want to give too much away, but this book was fantastic with plenty of twists, and well developed side characters, with a realistic feel to the plot. I loved everything about this book, how perfect Julia was for the job with her knowledge of castes and exciting stories to share with the children, it all come together so wonderfully. I would happily recommend this book to practically anyone!



Thank you to Carrie Turansky for sending me a copy of this fabulous book to read! I was not required to write a positive review, but simply to give my honest thoughts :)

8.23.2013

Judge by R.J. Larson ~ Review

Judge (Books of the Infinite, #2)Review:

Kien is called by his Creator, and given duties that take him away from the woman that his heart desires, Ela. His mission? To warn the people of ToronSea against turning their backs to the Infinite to worship a new goddess. But isn't this the job of a prophet, like Ela?
Ela is given a revelation of her own, the destruction of her hometown as it is corrupted by their enemies.
Both of them are torn, between duty and what their hearts long for, will they ever be together?

I was amazed at the detail and depth that Ms. Larson created in Ela and Kien's world, so rich and lush, yet hard, harsh, with a certain realness to it. And it was so different from any fantasy I have ever read, because it was like fantasy, but set in Old Testament-like times with prophets and judges preaching to nations chasing after other gods.

I did skim through the first book in the series, so I had a pretty good idea of what was going on when I read this book which really helped. So I would probably recommend reading Prophet because it did help to know what was going on.

I liked how Kien and Ela were portrayed and their relationship with the Infinite. They were both very strong heroes who put their love for God above their desires.

Overall, a very well written and thought out series, I did get a little confused now and then, but that might have been because this book wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But I will definitely think of it and recommend it to my friends who are big fans of books of this genre :)

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.21.2013

Alone Yet Not Alone by Tracy Leininger Craven ~ Review + GIVEAWAY!!!

Alone Yet Not Alone: Their Faith Became Their FreedomMy Review:

Quite honestly the book was a bit too simple for my tastes, but I believe that is mostly due to the fact that it was written in the form of a children's chapter book.

So basically the only thing I really thought would have improved it, would be more details.

But I think that the basic story will translate well to film and I plan to see the movie. I think that this book would be best suited for children around the age of eight because of the reading level, and the slight violence, (not explicit).

Overall, this was a good story and I liked how it was based on a true story, I am looking forward to seeing how the movie turns out :)



Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

About Alone Yet Not Alone (novelization):

Settled in the Blue Mountains of Pennsylvania, deep within America's new frontier, the Leininger family celebrates the blessings of a beautiful homestead and bountiful harvest. That is, until tragedy strikes with the beginning of the French and Indian War and the devastating raid known as the Penn's Creek Massacre. 

The lives of this simple, God-fearing family are forever altered when Barbara and Regina, two young sisters, are carried away by the Delaware tribe. Driven by their faith in God and the powerful bonds of family, Barbara and Regina hold firmly to the belief that they are never alone, even in their darkest hour, and that they will be reunited again. 

Rich in historical details, Alone Yet Not Alone is an inspirational, true story of a family caught in the cross fire of the French and Indian War. 

About The Author: 
Tracy Leininger Craven loves history and retelling real-life stories in her historical fiction books. She also loves spending her free time in the great outdoors with her husband David and their four children.
 
 
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8.20.2013

The Icing on the Cake by Janice Thompson ~ Revell Blog Tour & Review

The Icing on the Cake (Weddings by Design #2)Lucie's Review:

Scarlet Lindsey is a wedding cake baker who is taking over the family business from her petite, and oft times critical aunt. Everyone is abuzz, getting ready for Hannah's wedding, and everybody knows that a wedding can cause all sorts of misunderstandings and mix-ups, and can even be the backdrop for a budding new romance--or two!

A fun filled tale of the little mishaps that can riddle a wedding and how a wedding can bring families together in more ways than one.

 I loved how Scarlet fought to overcome her self conscious-ness in relation to her body image, she was an average, girl kind of heroine and that's what made her so lovable. She wasn't a perfect looking super model, she had honest struggles with the things that almost every woman struggles with.

Armando was the black sheep of the family and had a darker past, and he was still finding his way and his pace in the family again.

There were so many characters with plenty of character. I loved how the book came together in a fun read that had a certain level of emotion depth to it, that draws the reader in all the while keeping the feel light. A great book!


“Available August 2013 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.”

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

The Lost Medallion by Bill Muir and Alex Kendrick ~ CFBA Tour & Review

The Lost Medallion: The Adventures of Billy StoneMy Review:

Billy Stone and his best friend Allie find a powerful medallion in the woods, a power that has motivated men to kill for it in the past. Billy and Allie must keep the medallion out of the wrong hands and restore it to the rightful king.

A well written children's novel filled to the brim with adventure around every corner and great lessons in friendship, leadership, faith, and true power.

This book surprised me, because I didn't really expect where it was going, so there were a lot of fun surprises. I think that this would be a great book for kids ages 8-12, as there is some violence, though it is not explicitly described.

I gave this book to my brother who read through it within the matter of a few hours and he really enjoyed it and thought it would a fun movie to see and a great book for younger kids or for families to read together (my brother is 17).

Overall, I would have to say that if you know a kid who loves adventure and good admirable heroes, than this would be a great book to put in their hands, especially before they see the movie!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."
This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
The Lost Medallion
B&H Kids; Mti edition (June 1, 2013)
by
Bill Muir and Alex Kendrick


ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

Bill Muir is a popular speaker, an international award winning film maker and a sought-after consultant.

Having completed his new novels The Lost Medallion and A Hidden Treasure, Bill has turned his creativity to his new Children’s novel, Howdy Neighbors.

When Bill isn’t writing a novel, he’s busy directing and producing movies. He recently spent four months in Thailand filming, The Lost Medallion: the adventures of Billy Stone. The movie will be in theaters this fall. When he isn’t working on movies, he’s having fun with his family working their farm.

Alex Kendrick is associate pastor of movie outreach for Sherwood Baptist Church. He is also an actor, writer, and director whose film credits include Facing the Giants, Fireproof, and Courageous. He and his wife, Christina, have six children.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Archaeologist Dr. Michael Stone looked for the lost medallion his entire life, and now his son Billy has taken up the search. Amazingly, the medallion ends up in Billy's hands and a spontaneous wish in a precarious situation takes Billy and his best friend Allie, back 200 years to what they realize is a very different Aumakua Island. When Billy and his friends are not jumping off waterfalls, avoiding animal traps, crossing the ocean, sneaking through caves or escaping a prison they're facing their nemesis Cobra, who wants nothing more than for them all to disappear. With no other way to get home, and the well being of the entire island resting on his shoulders, Billy must discover the key to reclaiming the medallion and its tremendous power. One way or another, this adventure will change Billy, and life on the island, forever. Best-selling author and film director Alex Kendrick (The Love Dare, Courageous) and Youth for Christ veteran Bill Muir bring us this exciting novelization of The Lost Medallion movie.

If you would like to read the first chapter of The Lost Medallion, go HERE.

8.19.2013

The Hero's Lot by Patrick Carr ~ Review

The Hero's Lot (The Staff and the Sword, #2)

Leo's Review: A riveting sequel that made me want to read the final installment.

Errol has come a long way since the beginning of his quest, and once again Errol and his companions must band together to fight back the new evil forces intent on destroying the kingdom, but when false accusations fly, Errol finds himself traveling to the enemy kingdom of Merakh to kill Sarin Valon once and for all.

When I first started this book I wasn't sure if I would like it as much as the first book, as I have read books in the past where the second book was more like filler than actual story, but I was happy to find that, that was not the case with this book. The author did a good job of keeping me interested and making me even more excited to read the last book.

I really rushed through this book, just like the first one, the easy to read style makes this book a quick read.

Overall, I enjoyed reading this book and look forward to reading the next book in the series, to finally read the conclusion. So far I have enjoyed watching Errol grow and take on responsibilities. I will be looking out of the next book in the series :)


Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

I am Second

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About: I AM SECOND
Actors. Athletes. Musicians. Business leaders. Drug addicts. Your next-door neighbor. People like you.
The authentic stories on iamsecond.com provide insight into dealing with typical struggles of everyday living. These are stories that give hope to the lonely and the hurting, help from destructive lifestyles, and inspiration to the unfulfilled. 
You’ll discover people who’ve tried to go it alone and have failed. Find the hope, peace, and fulfillment they found. Be Second.
 
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Give Change, Make Change- Many more stories are waiting to be told.  You can help.  Commit $2 every Tuesday to build film funds, and your contribution will be used to develop, produce and promote new films. Join the project and become an I am Second insider with access to exclusive content via Facebook.

 
I (Faye) watched many of the videos on the I am Second website, and for the most part I was the most drawn to the videos made by some of the people I have heard of and am inspired by. I loved the honesty with which they spoke, how open they were about that point in their life. So below are the I am Second videos from Josh Turner, Bethany Hamilton, Lauren Scruggs & Scott Hamilton. There are also I am second films by every average people, who aren't known worldwide as celebrities and I thought their videos (on youtube) were equally inspiring.

 
 
 
 
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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

8.16.2013

A Cast of Stones by Patrick Carr ~ Review

A Cast of Stones (The Staff and the Sword, #1)

Leo's Review:

Errol Stone is a young man without much to live for as he spends his days and money imbibing freely of strong drink, desperate for money he agrees to deliver a missives that soon find him pursued by assassins more than willing to take his life!

This book surprised me, mostly because I never know what to expect when reading Christian fantasy because they are either fantastic or bordering on something I don't totally agree with, but this book was definitely on the side of terrific! A decent sized book, yet I was able to finish it in a day, and its sequel in less than a day.

In this book we begin to see Errol's journey from a lazy young man content to drink himself sick, to a young man full of promise, and quick becoming a hero and man of honor.

This story has good elements of good versus evil, and most definitely a coming of age story for Errol. There was lots of action, which makes for a fast-paced read. Honestly I can't say enough about Errol and how he was given a responsibility and did his duty and more, his growth over the course of the book was so inspiring.

Overall a well written book about a kingdom going in the wrong direction, and a young man and his rag-tag band who are willing to risk all to save it. There are elements of humor and suspense, this is a book that would be well appreciated by older teens (14+) and adults alike, and it's only the beginning of what I predict to be an epic series!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."

Whispers from the Shadows by Roseanna M. White ~ FIRST Wild Card Blog Tour & Review

Whispers from the Shadows (The Culper Ring #2)

My Review:

After witnessing the gruesome murder of her father, at her uncle's hand, Gwyneth Fairchild flees to America for her life and into the arms of Thaddaeus Lane and his family, (Winter and Bennett from book one are his parents!)

An intriguing read, with characters on both sides and some stuck in between. I really like how this story brought back Winter and Bennett, showing them happy and still sharp as tacks!

Thad was a dashing, likable character with a past that haunts him for good reason. Gwyneth was talented and bright, and reasonably shaken by what she saw.

There was a lot going on, and definitely a lot of thought put into the backstory, which could have been a book all of its own, with Arnaud, Thad, and Peggy.

Overall, a good read with interesting characters, liked seeing the story and all its pieces come together at the end. Those characters were pretty clever, that's for sure!


Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and testimonials in Advertising."


It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!



Today's Wild Card author is:


and the book:

Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2013)

***Special thanks to Ginger Chen for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Roseanna M. White is the author of several novels, as well as the senior reviewer at the Christian Review of Books, which she and her husband founded, and the senior editor at WhiteFire Publishing.

Visit the author's website.

SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

When Gwyneth Fairchild flees London to save her life, she ends up under the care of Thaddeus Lane in Baltimore. Though their hearts turn to each other, Gwyn and Thad are on opposite sides of the War of 1812. What is God’s plan for them when the war is over?



Product Details:
List Price: $13.99
Series: Culper Ring Series (Book 2)
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0736951016
ISBN-13: 978-0736951012


AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:

London, England

April 1814

The servants hefting her trunks onto the carriage might as well have been loading her coffin. Gwyneth Fairchild pulled her pelisse close and gazed across Hanover Square with a sick feeling in her stomach. Surely she would awaken from this nightmare and walk down to the breakfast room to find Papa smiling at her. He would speak and say something that actually made sense.

Not like yesterday.

She shut her eyes against the image of all that was familiar, all that she might never see again. What if the Scribe went down? Was attacked by a renegade French ship or those dreadful American pirates? What if, assuming she made it to Annapolis, they killed her the moment she stepped ashore?

Annapolis. Had Papa not looked so sorrowful, so determined when he said that word yesterday, she would have thought he had gone mad.

His hand settled on her shoulder now, warm and large. Those hands had steadied her all her life. Capable, that was what General Isaac Fairchild had always been. Capable and steady and so very noble. All that was worthy of love and respect. So surely she could trust him now when logic and reason said she couldn’t.

“I know it makes little sense to you, dear heart.” He touched her chin, a silent bid for her to look at him. She found his eyes gleaming with moisture he would never shed. Not when anyone could see him, though she had heard his heartrending sobs when Mama died last fall. “I wish there were another way, but there is not.”

Another way for what? He hadn’t said, wouldn’t say. Gwyneth drew in a tremulous breath and tried to stand tall and proud, the way Mama had taught her, the way Papa himself had instilled. To convey with her posture that she was the great-granddaughter of a duke, the granddaughter of two earls, the daughter of a general.

A daughter sent into exile for no apparent reason. Separated from all those she loved, the only people left in the world who mattered. “Papa—”

“I know.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I do. But I cannot entrust you to anyone but the Lanes.”

A light mist descended, heavier than fog but too tame to be called rain. At this moment, a thunderstorm would have better matched her confusion. “Please tell me what is happening. Why must you entrust me to anyone? And if you must, why not Aunt Poole or Aunt Gates?”

His jaw moved for a moment but no words came. Nay, he simply looked past her, his eyes searching for something unseen. Then he sighed. “The Lanes will welcome you and take care of you, Gwyn. I will follow as quickly as I can. A month at the outside. No more.”

Exactly what he said yesterday too. He would give no explanation as to why he was sending her to a nation with whom they were at war, across the Atlantic to a family she had met only once, when she was but a tot.

“Papa, your words hint at danger, but what could threaten me here more than the sea and its pirates? The French, the Americans?”

“The French ought to pose no threat now that we’ve subdued them.” He reached inside his coat of blazing red and pulled out an envelope. “In all likelihood your ship will reach harbor safely, but if by chance you do encounter American privateers, offer them this.”

She frowned as she took the envelope. It was too thin to contain anything but a single sheet of paper. “What—”

“Trust me. ’Twill suffice.” Chatter from the house grew louder, and Papa looked away again, to the nearing housekeeper and gardener. “There are the Wesleys. Time to go.”

A million arguments sprang to her tongue. She didn’t want to leave. Not her home, not him, not all she held dear. Not her first Season, the one that had been put off because of Mama’s illness last year. Not her friends.

And what about Sir Arthur? She hadn’t even spoken to him to tell him she was leaving, hadn’t dared send a note. “Papa, Sir Arthur…”

“It isn’t to be, Gwyn, not now. Perhaps when this has passed, when it is safe for you to return.”

Tears burned, begging to be set loose, but she clenched her teeth and blinked. How had it come to this? Promise had finally shone its light again. Shopping with Aunt Gates had made it feel as though Mama were with her still. Making the rounds with her friends had finally distracted her from the loss. Getting vouchers for Almack’s, and then Sir Arthur’s court—she had, at long last, looked forward to the future.

“Please don’t cry, dear heart.” Papa thumbed away a wily tear that escaped her blockade and kissed her forehead again. “Up with you, now. You must be at the docks soon.”

Instead, she surged forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t want to leave you, Papa. I can’t. Don’t make me go. Or come with me.”

He held her close. “Would that I could. Would that I didn’t have to bid goodbye, yet again, to the one who matters most.” He gave her another squeeze, another kiss, and then he set her back. His eyes were rimmed with red. “I love you, Gwyneth. Go with God.”

He let her go and pivoted on his heel, all but charging back into the house. She almost wished she could resent him, but how could she, seeing his struggle? Whatever his reasons, they must be valid.

And whatever his reasons, they must be dire. A shiver coursed up her spine and made the mist seem colder. Isaac Fairchild was a respected general, a man loved by all. A man of considerable sway in London and beyond. If there were something frightening enough that he must send her away, was planning on leaving himself—

And for America, no less. Would he be going there to take command of troops? Possibly. Though why would he be secretive about it? But then, there was much about Papa’s work he could not discuss. Secrets, always secrets.

“All’s secure, Miss Fairchild,” the driver called down from the bench.

She slipped the envelope into her reticule and took a step toward the Wesleys. They, at least, would provide familiar faces for the journey. They would be an anchor on the foreign seas.

Quick hoofbeats snagged her attention. “Miss Fairchild!”

Her eyes went wide when she saw the dashing figure astride the horse. Sir Arthur reined to a halt beside the carriage and leaped down, fervor ablaze in his eyes.

“Miss Fairchild.” He gripped her hands as he searched her face with his gaze. He had the loveliest brown eyes, so warm and beckoning, the perfect fit to his straight nose and sculpted mouth. “Is it true, then? Broffield just told me that Miss Gregory said you were leaving Town.”

“I…” He was holding her hands. Sir Arthur Hart, Knight of the Order of Saint Patrick, presumed heir to a viscountcy, the most sought-after bachelor in England, grasped her fingers as if he never intended to let go. The mass of confusion inside twisted. “Yes, it is true. My father…”

He eased closer, his gaze so compelling she feared she might drown in it. “Something to do with military business, then? You will return soon?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think Papa knows.”

“Dear Miss Fairchild. Gwyneth.” His fingers tightened around hers, much like the band around her chest. Never before had he spoken her given name. Hearing it in his rich tenor, spoken with such affection, made her fear her tears would overcome her after all. “Why must you go with him? Can you not stay here with your aunt?”

Her attempt at swallowing got stuck in her throat. “I am all Papa has now since my mother passed away, and he is loath to be separated.” True, so true. Why, then, was he sending her an ocean away to a hostile land?

“But surely there is a way to convince him. What if…” He paused and then swallowed before using their joined hands to pull her closer. “What if you were betrothed?”

Her heart quickened inside her, beating a desperate tattoo against her ribs. Would that change anything? Could it? “I…don’t know.”

“Gwyneth.” Oh, he made her name into music. The breeze toyed with his honey-colored hair under the brim of his hat, making her itch to touch the curls. “My darling, I have such a love and admiration for you. If you would feel inclined toward accepting my hand, I will speak with your father this very moment.”

At first all she could think was He proposed! Then she drew in a quick breath and nodded with too much enthusiasm. “Of course I am inclined if he agrees. Only…” She drew away when he moved closer still, recalling Papa’s discomposure mere minutes before. “Let me speak with him first, as he was out of countenance.”

“Certainly. Yes. Anything.” He laughed and raised her hands to kiss her knuckles. As if surprised she had said yes. “I will take a turn through your garden to try to calm myself.”

“Perfect.” If only she could be sure Papa would agree. If only she could be sure that, if not, Sir Arthur would wait for her. She pulled away, but he snagged her hand again.

“Gwyneth. Darling.” He smiled, so bright and handsome it made her doubt trouble could exist. “I will make you very happy.”

A smile stole onto her lips. It melted away again in a moment, but he had turned toward the garden by then.

Mrs. Wesley snagged her attention with a shooing motion toward the door. “You had better hurry, love. If the general does not change his mind, we must hasten on our way.”

Gwyneth flew through the mist up the steps to the door and back into the house. For a moment she paused to breathe in home, but she hadn’t time to savor it. If her mission went well, she needn’t say goodbye to it at all.

Please, Lord. Please let him relent.

She sped down the hallway and around the corner toward Papa’s study. He always ended up there, either busy at work or staring at the picture of Mama she’d painted for him. A professional portrait hung in the drawing room, but he said she had done the better job. Praise which always made her heart expand.

The study door was before her by the time she realized voices spilled out. Two of them—though when had anyone else arrived? Surely no servant would dare speak over Papa like this.

“Isaac, listen to yourself!”

Gwyneth froze a step from the door. It was open a crack, letting her look in, though only the corner of the desk was visible, and just behind it, where Papa stood. But she recognized Uncle Gates’s voice.

“‘Isaac’ now, is it?” Papa’s laugh sounded dry. “Odd how you only remember our familial ties when we disagree. Otherwise it is always my rank to which you appeal.”

A loud bang made Gwyneth jump. Uncle’s fist connecting with wood, perhaps? “Blast it, Fairchild, it’s your rank you are abusing!”

“No! ’Tis my rank I honor. Someone, Gates, must do what is right. Someone must stand for justice rather than—”

“Hang all that noble rot.” A nasty curse spilled from Uncle Gates’s lips as glass shattered. Gwyneth recoiled, staring in horror at the sliver of room. What keepsake had he destroyed? The vase Mama had chosen two years ago? The small porcelain figure Gwyneth had given Papa for his birthday when she was fifteen? Something precious, for only the most special pieces gained a place of honor on Papa’s shelves.

And why? Why would Mama’s own brother do such a thing?

He sent something else toppling. “You are undermining years of careful work! The Home Office—”

“The Home Office, you say?” Papa leaned forward onto his desk, a look of deathly calm upon his face. “Nay. The Home Office has decent men in it yet. A few, at least, though you are not one of them. This evil must be stopped, Gates. You must be stopped.”

There came a shuffling sound, one Gwyneth couldn’t comprehend but which made Papa snap upright. Made him lift his hands, palms out, and make a placating motion. “Gates—”

“I am through reasoning with you, Fairchild. Tell me where they are. Now.”

One of Papa’s hands lowered toward his desk drawer, but another shuffle made him pause. “I am only—”

“You think me so great a fool? I already removed that, dear brother.” More curses exploded from Uncle Gates. Closer now, as though he were rounding the desk, just out of her view. “Tell me where they are!”

Papa’s sharp inhalation was clearly audible. “Gone.”

“Gone? Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“Just that. Out of my hands and on their way to those who can put a stop to this before you destroy two nations in the name of avarice.”

A cry tore through the room, guttural and animalistic. Light flashed on something metallic as her uncle charged into view, the gleaming length held before him. Still, she had no idea what he wielded until she saw the silver stained red.

She pressed her hands to her mouth to hold back the scream, hold back the horror, but it didn’t help. Uncle still hissed words of hatred. Papa still staggered back, away from the blade. Then he crumpled and fell.

Gates followed him down, muttering, “You couldn’t have, not yet. You must have it.” His hands shoved into Papa’s jacket and searched.

Papa, fight back! But he didn’t. He gasped, seemed to struggle for a moment, and then went lax. No. No, no, no, no, no!

Did she bleed too? She must. She couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t be. Not anymore.

When Papa’s head lolled to the side, he blinked and his gaze focused on her. There was life yet in those familiar depths, but it flickered. Sputtered. “Gwyneth.”

She didn’t hear it. She just saw the movement of his lips. But her uncle, tossing Papa’s case of calling cards into the wall, snarled. “Now you worry about your darling daughter? Oh, have no fear, Fairchild. Dear Uncle Gates will take care of our precious girl.”

Bile burned her throat.

Papa blinked again as he tried to pull in a breath that choked him. Again his gaze sharpened, caught hers. This time when his lips moved, he made no sound whatsoever. Run!

Then it was gone, all the light in his eyes. Extinguished like a flame left before an open window.

And she ran. She turned on silent slippers and fled back around the corner and down the hall. Out the doors and straight into the waiting carriage.

“Gwyneth? Miss Fairchild?”

All she noted of the voice was that it wasn’t Uncle Gates’s. Nothing
else mattered. Seeing that the Wesleys were already seated, their eyes now wide, Gwyneth pulled the door shut herself. “Go!”

An eternal second later, the driver’s “Yah!” reached her ears, and the carriage jolted forward.

When she closed her eyes, all she could see was darkness yawning before her.