Monday, August 18, 2014

In Perfect Time by Sarah Sundin, © 2014

Wings of the Nightingale series, Book 3
In Perfect Time coverLieutenant Kay Jobson longs to go to the chief nurses' school when her flight nursing is over. Her supervising officer tells her that she is not taken seriously by the other nurses because of all the men she dates. Kay sees it as being in control ~ until she meets a man who is not responsive to her wiles. Because of her home life, she does not want any part of God. Because of Lieutenant Roger Cooper's past and home life, he does. Both are apprehensive of each other. Both are amazing and it is revealed as stresses turn them to purposes they both desire. Truth not lies. Roger gives Kay his Bible with all of his notes written inside along the margins. Infrequently they are in the same place. Kay has questions and Roger gives her his military and home addresses to write for his response.

The author has written events so clearly you can identify with their thoughts and feelings. As a C-47 pilot, Roger is responsible for his carrier and those aboard. I like how Kay comes to terms with the changes in her life, while others are unsure of her turnabout. When the flight team bonds because of urgency, they become a true unit. What is important comes to the surface.

This final story brings the series together, realizing the strength they have obtained and the future they have in perfect time.

***Thank you to Litfuse Publicity Group and Revell for sending me a copy of In Perfect Time by Sarah Sundin to review. This review was written in my own words. No other compensation was received.***

#1, Lt. Mellie Blake, Algeria
#2, Lt. Georgiana Taylor, Sicily
#3, Lt. Kay Jobson, Italy~So. France

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Sarah Sundin is the author of With Every Letter and the Wings of Glory series. In 2011, A Memory Between Us was a finalist in the Inspirational Reader’s Choice Awards, and Sarah received the Writer of the Year Award at the Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference. A graduate of UC San Francisco School of Pharmacy, she works on call as a hospital pharmacist. During WWII, her grandfather served as a pharmacist’s mate (medic) in the Navy and her great-uncle flew with the US Eighth Air Force in England. Sarah lives in California with her husband and three children. 
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Don't miss Sarah Sundin's hot-off-the-press novel, In Perfect Time. Publishers Weekly gives it an enthusiastic thumbs up: “Sundin excels at well-researched historical detail . . . with such accurate depictions of culture and setting that we are fully immersed in the times as well as in the story. The strength of relationships forged in war and the apprehension of God in times of trouble infuse this well-crafted novel with substance and light.” Sarah is celebrating the release of her book with a fun giveaway! perfecttime-400-click One grand prize winner will receive:
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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Seasons of Tomorrow by Cindy Woodsmall, © 2014

Amish Vines and Orchards, Book 4

Cindy Woodsmall has written a very satisfying conclusion to the Amish Vines and Orchards series in this fourth book. Satisfying in that the characters work together through difficult circumstances, communicate, and find who they truly are ~ loved by God. By putting Him first, they are able to trust He does have the best for them. His leading and direction in their lives become apparent to them as they relinquish their wants for the consideration of others.

I especially liked how all of the characters from the previous three books are brought together ~ not hurriedly, but with each of their own stories within the whole. Even if this is the only story you read in this series, it will be an excellent journey. Each novel tells of their daily lives to that point in time.

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As Seasons of Tomorrow closes the series, the author gives depth and insight into their individual lives and relationship building. Such wonderful growth as the characters explore choices true to their heart. So unselfish and giving, these stories show mending of hearts and true purposes with honesty. Very well written, author Cindy Woodsmall shares their feelings, their hopes and dreams, and reveals their deepest thoughts. The Maine orchard has a new name; Orchard Bend Farms. I liked the newest character, Esther, and her part, as well as Jojo and Sophia, and Sandra and Casey finding home.

A very enjoyable series. You will not want to see them go ~ but like a dear friend, you want them to linger a while; leave with a hug and smile. Mach's gut.

Author Cindy Woodsmall softens our leavings by giving us a recipe ~ for Apple Scones. Main characters in Seasons of Tomorrow are listed with their connection, and a glossary of Pennsylvania Dutch words and phrases used. Mach's gut––literally, "make it good" but used as "take care," "so long," "good-bye."

A new novel written by Cindy Woodsmall releases next month, September, 2014 ~*~
A Love Undone: An Amish Novel of Shattered Dreams and God's Unfailing Grace
A Love Undone

***Thank you to WaterBrook Multnomah blogging for Books for sending  me a copy of Seasons of Tomorrow, the fourth book in Cindy Woodsmall's Amish Vines and Orchards series, to review. This review was written in my own words. No other compensation was received.***

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Butterfly and the Violin by Kristy Cambron, © 2014

A Hidden Masterpiece series, Book #1

Can you imagine the birds not singing, nor trees to harbor them in against danger or shade from the burning down strokes of the brilliant sun?
Auschwitz II - Birkenau.

What about shoes that fit your feet, or a dress that isn't soiled from days of wear and tarnish of a soul? Nothing to brighten ~ but wait... there is music. Sadly, the arrival of the train and the music do not accompany gladness and joy. Heralded as a welcome, it is not for wellness. Families are separated in lines going in different directions, to different outcomes. Some to work, some to peril.

Kristy Cambron has written a strong story. Divided between present day Manhattan with an art dealer, Sera James, seeking the painting she remembers seeing as a child on a trip with her Father ~ and the horrors of the Holocaust told in the story of the woman in the painting.

You are down every street with Adele Von Bron and Vladimir Nicolai, hoping they will see each other again. The shattering of glass as the hidden Jews are shot and killed before her eyes as Adele runs and falls amid the ruins, piercing her hand that is to hold her violin for the Third Reich concert the next night, December 5, 1942.

The telling is so vivid you want to stay and discover what happened but yet go back as the search continues for the painting and the owner of it.

A story of hope within the destruction as Corrie ten Boom in previous writings. Would you hear birdsong and the semblance of a life beyond the barriers of death? It is there on the wall in a hidden hovel. Artistic expression of life within. For a soul set truly free cannot be held captive. Man's inhumanity to man through generations told in an honest portrayal of lives so real I looked for their names in history accounts, Adele's portrait so vividly described you are sure you will recognize it, and seeking the prisoner camp art of the Holocaust.

Their story affected Sera's outlook to opening up her heart to love even after dismal aftermath's in her own life. Courage. Fortitude. Living. What especially touched me and summed it all up was ~*~ "We think we know what we want, don't we? We always believe we know better than God. We have our entire journey plotted out. We may have even packed our bags and purchased a ticket, but God always has His own plans. And His plans are infinite in wisdom." 
   ––The Butterfly and the Violin, 308-09

Absolutely a hidden masterpiece novel.

About the author: Kristy Cambron has been fascinated with the WWII era since hearing her grandfather's stories of the war. She holds an art history degree from Indiana University and received the Outstanding Art History Student Award. Kristy writes WWII and Regency era fiction and has placed first in the Inspirational category of the 2013 NTRWA Great Expectations and 2012 FCRW Beacon contests, and is a 2013 Laurie finalist. Kristy makes her home in Indiana with her husband and three football-loving sons.

Find Kristy online: website, Facebook, Twitter

 ***Thank you to Litfuse Publicity Group for inviting me to be part of the book blog tour for Kristy Cambron's debut novel, The Butterfly and the Violin, published by Thomas Nelson. This review was written in my own words. No other compensation was received.***

N*E*W*S ALERT: The Butterfly and the Violin has been selected as an AMAZON DEAL all week -- $7.00 for paperback and $6.15 for Kindle eBook 8/3 - 8/9/14. Enjoy!

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Welcome to the launch campaign for debut novelist Kristy Cambron's The Butterfly and the Violin. Romantic Times had this to say: "Alternating points of view skillfully blend contemporary and historical fiction in this debut novel that is almost impossible to put down. Well-researched yet heartbreaking. . . ."

Kristy is celebrating the release of the first book in her series, A Hidden Masterpiece, with a fun Kindle Fire giveaway and meeting her readers during an August 7th Facebook author chat party.

 One winner will receive:
  • A Kindle Fire
  • The Butterfly and the Violin by Kristy Cambron
Enter today by clicking one of the icons below. But hurry, the giveaway ends on August 7th. Winner will be announced at The Butterfly and the Violin Author Chat Party. Kristy will be connecting with readers and answering questions, sharing some of the fascinating research behind the book, hosting a fun book chat, and giving away some GREAT prizes. She will also be giving an exclusive look at the next book in the series, A Sparrow in Terezin!

So grab your copy of  The Butterfly and the Violin and join Kristy on the evening of August 7th for a chance to connect and make some new friends. (If you haven't read the book, don't let that stop you from coming!)

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Monday, August 4, 2014

WaterBrook Multnomah is giving away a copy of Through the Deep Waters by Kim Vogel Sawyer

"Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name; you are Mine!

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you."
   --Isaiah 43:1b-2a

It is 1883 and a young lady reads this ad in the newspaper. She is almost 18 ~*  

“Wanted: Young women 18 to 30 years of age, of good moral character, attractive, and intelligent, to waitress in Harvey Eating Houses on the Santa Fe in the West. Wages: $17.50 per month with room and board. Liberal tips customary. Experience not necessary. Write Fred Harvey, Union Depot, Kansas City, Missouri.”
   --Through the Deep Waters, 6-7 
Through the Deep WatersWaterBrook Multnomah is giving away a copy of Through the Deep Waters by Kim Vogel Sawyer. I enjoyed reading this story (my review is here with excerpt of chapters 1&2). The contest ends on August 20, 2014 at 11:59pm EST. One winner will be chosen at random on August 21, 2014 and will be contacted by e-mail. For a complete listing of the rules, please see below.

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Contest starts on July 31, 2014 at 6:00am EST and ends on August 20th, 2014 at 11:59pm. A WaterBrook Multnomah representative will choose one winner at random on August 21st, 2014 and alert the winner by email. The prize consists of (1) one copy of Through the Deep Waters, and has a retail value of $14.99. By entering to win a giveaway copy, and agreeing to the terms & conditions, you also agree to receive email notifications from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishers (for which you can opt out at any time). This sweepstakes is sponsored and run by Blogging for Books, which is a program run through the Crown Publishing Group. If you have any questions, please email

Sunday, August 3, 2014

All for a Sister by Allison Pittman, © 2014

Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing.
You guard all that is mine.
The land you have given me is a pleasant land.
What a wonderful inheritance!
   --Psalm 16:5-6

While Lilly was lighthearted, bringing joy to others in Allison Pittman's novel Lilies in Moonlight, All for a Sister is a story of what happens when the focus is on self and not on the care of others.

Celeste DuFrane is a "replacement child." Not recognized for herself, she longs to be received. Her father, Arthur DuFrane, is experimenting with adding color to frames bringing in the early days of "technicolor" in films. Celeste is posed as a child in his film clips for his portfolio, with the women who come and go in his life, or desiring to do so. With the changes for women coming in the 1920s, Celeste hopes to be cast in a starring role at 20, instead of being what she considers a distant third as an actress.

Marguerite DuFrane is consumed with the loss of their daughter, Mary, born before Celeste. Celeste yearns for the attention that never seems to come for her.

Dana Lundgren is being released from prison after serving 20 years for Mary DuFrane's death. She is dispatched to the DuFrane home upon her release. Can you imagine what that must have seemed to her? Before dying, Mrs. DuFrane penned detailed writings granting Celeste and Dana to share her inheritance, as her husband had died previously.

A movie producer wants to make a movie about Dana's life, and her story is told through her remembrances as a script. Celeste is wanting to play Dana's part and feels this will be a breakthrough for a step forward in her career.

The story is told in the three-part first persons, omitting the part of Arthur DuFrane. Inconclusive as he isn't there, other than in the house trial of Dana that quickly accuses her without a jury trial or public awareness. There are controversial missing pieces, as all of the players are not voiced. In real life, not everyone's thoughts are exposed, and being omitted would result in the same as this crafted story by the author. It is knowing only the parts revealed. The best witness is Mrs. DuFrane. Through her own self-imprisonment, she sets forth freedom.

me_jadeAward-winning author Allison Pittman has penned more than twelve novels, including her series set in the Roaring Twenties––All for a Song, All for a Story, and All for a Sister. Allison resides in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband, Mike, their three sons, and the canine star of the family––Stella. For more information, visit

***Thank you to The Book Club Network for offering a review blog tour and to Tyndale Publishing for sending me a copy of Allison Pittman's novel ~ All for a Sister. This review was written in my own words. No other compensation was received.***
Enjoy this excerpt of All for a Sister by Allison Pittman ~* Chapter 1 *~

~* C h a p t e r  1 *~ 
Celeste, age 20

Los Angeles

CELESTE WALKED BACKWARD through the house, a lifetime of poise and confidence in every step.
   “Perhaps something here? On the stairs?” She ascended four steps, then turned, striking a dramatic pose along the banister, one leg stretched provocatively from her fringed skirt.
   “That’s a nice one, Miss DuFrane.” The photographer, Jimmy from Photoplay, seemed more indulging than enthusiastic. “But I think we’re looking for something to bring out more of the ingenue, you know what I’m sayin’? A little more starlet, little less ‘Jazz Baby.’”
   Celeste frowned—really more of a pout, and really rather pretty. “I don’t want to come across as another Mary Pickford.”
   “Well, you ain’t no Clara Bow, neither. Why don’t we think about goin’ outside? Some fresh-face-in-the-garden action?”
   She dropped her pose and clomped down the stairs. “Is that what Mr. Lundi requested?” Indeed, it sounded exactly like something Roland Lundi would say.
   Jimmy pushed his hat back, revealing a rapidly receding hairline. “Look, he’s your agent. I just got the memo. ‘Meet the untold story of Celeste DuFrane.’ Already sounds like a headline, don’t it?”
   It did, but not one she relished. There was a reason the story hadn’t been told—not even to her. Besides, it wasn’t Celeste’s untold story; it was her mother’s, kept in the shadows until the reading of her will. Celeste’s story was simple: a beautiful little girl wants to be a movie star . . . and she is. No rise from poverty, no brave tale of immigration, no miraculous discovery in a mundane talent show.
   “Follow me, then.” She brushed past Jimmy and walked with a measured, swaying step, leading the way through the kitchen, where Graciela’s warm, welcoming face looked up from the ever- growing pile of colorful sliced vegetables on the counter.
   “Will your guest be joining us for lunch, Miss Celeste?” She spoke with an exaggerated deferential tone, her accent almost comically pronounced, the way she did when she meant to play the maid.
   “Él no es un invitado,” Celeste said, her Spanish as perfect as Graciela’s English. She grabbed a slice of sweet red pepper and bit into its crispness without ever breaking her stride, continuing toward the double French doors leading to the patio, where she stopped short and allowed Jimmy to be a gentleman.
   “That part of the mystery?” he said, holding the door wide. “Are you the maid’s secret daughter?”
   “You got me.” Her voice dripped with uncharacteristic sarcasm, but it built up the wall Roland told her to build. She wasn’t to say a word until he arrived. With the mystery woman.
   Jimmy took the hint and said nothing more until they were standing in the middle of the garden, surrounded by Graciela’s perfectly tended roses, their feet resting on the pink cobblestones that intersected the velvet-green grass. It was a day that carried the ocean on the breeze, and Celeste lifted her face to it, breathing deep.
   “Aw, that’s beautiful,” Jimmy said on cue. She knew her blonde hair, freshly styled, shone in the sunlight, and when she closed her eyes, her carefully applied makeup was its own work of art.
   Soon enough, Celeste heard the sound of the shutter, and she opened her eyes.
   “Look, you’re a beautiful girl, but I’m not seein’ a story, you know what I mean?”
   “How can you say that?”
   “California princess. You wanted your own house. You got your own house. You wanted to be in the movies. You’re in the movies. Maybe if you were a star—”
   “I have a film premiere next week.”
   “You the star?”
   “Third lead.”
   He touched the rim of his rumpled hat in mock salute. “Have Lundi give me a call when you’re playing Chaplin’s lover, and we’ll talk. Meanwhile—” he hoisted up his camera—“ if this turns out any good, maybe I’ll put something together about our California girls. Homegrown, not like the Swede I’m shooting later.”
   Celeste worked her face into a smile and balled her fist as if that could keep Photoplay from slipping through her fingers. “I understand.”
   Rather than leading him back through the house, Celeste pointed Jimmy toward the side gate, where the sad-looking jalopy she’d spotted upon greeting him waited at the edge of the drive to take him away.
   Back in the kitchen, Graciela was arranging a platter with slices from a fresh-baked chicken. She glanced up, then looked around expectantly.
   “He left,” Celeste said, leaning against the counter and picking at the carcass with delicate fingers. “He said there wasn’t a story.”
   Graciela tsked but said nothing.
   “Mother confided everything in you—toward the end, I mean. So tell me, what can I expect? What do you know about this woman?”
   “Nada. Not much more than you already know. She’s been in prison—”
   “Because of what happened to my sister.”
   “. And now she’s coming here.”
   “A prisoner. Here. What are people going to think?”
   “It’s none of their business, mija. That’s why you did good to send that periodista away. Familia, verdad? Like your mama always said, secrets don’t hurt anyone until they get away.”
   “Easy for Mother to say. She’s dead.”
   “Dios la tenga en su gloria,” Graciela said, crossing herself and punctuating the gesture with a kiss to the tips of her fingers.
   “Oh, sure,” Celeste said, “she gets to rest in peace, while the rest of us—”
   The three-tone chime of the front door interrupted her thought.
   Normally it fell to Graciela to greet guests and visitors, but this time Celeste waved her off. The sound of her high heels bounced between the shining tiles and the high ceiling, a sound that she had always found both powerful and reassuring. At the entry hall, she paused for just a moment to check her face in the mirror. She took a deep breath, grasped the door’s brass handle, and opened it wide.
   “There’s our girl,” Roland said with the affection of a favorite uncle. He stood, hat in hand, wearing a crisp, pale-blue suit, accessorized with a blue-and-gold cravat, his black hair slicked to perfection. Once over the threshold, he greeted Celeste with a kiss to her cheek and whispered, “We need to talk. Just you and me.”
   She nodded, feeling completely incapable of uttering a word as the woman standing behind him came into full view.
   She was smaller than Celeste had expected. In the movies, evil women were always large and looming, casting shadows across entire rooms. They had untamed hair; square, widely spaced teeth; and nostrils that flared to accentuate a maniacal grin. But this girl—or woman, she supposed—seemed perfectly pleasant. Potentially pretty, even, with a bit of makeup and some decent clothes. She wore a cheap dime-store hat that sat on her head like a brown, overtipped bowl, and beneath it, more brown in the uneven tufts of hair. The haircut must be new, Celeste surmised, because the woman’s fingers fidgeted with the ends of it under her scrutiny. Celeste had done the same thing last year when she finally succumbed to fashion and had her own blonde tresses bobbed.
   “You must be Dana,” she said at last, remembering that manners must always trump fear.
   “I am,” the woman said, holding out her hand only after Celeste’s second prompting. It was small and rough and cold, and Celeste found herself tugging to bring her inside.
   “Welcome,” she said. “We have a saying here. Mi casa es tu casa. It means, ‘My house is your house.’” She let forth the last of her nerves in a giggle. “I guess, for us, that’s really true.”
   Not even the slightest hint of a smile tugged at Dana’s lips. “I’m sorry for that.” She spoke as if unused to any form of conversation. “I had no idea . . .”
   “And there’s my spicy chickadee,” Roland said, injecting himself into the dialogue.
   “Bah!” Graciela brushed right past him and, without waiting for permission, wrapped the frail stranger in her soft embrace, muttering a message of welcome and blessing. Pulling back slightly, she said, “Venga conmigo. Come with me, upstairs. Your room is ready, and you can take a nice bit of a rest before lunch.”
   Dana looked to Celeste and Roland for permission.
   “It’s all right,” Celeste reassured, eager to be released from the discomfort of this introduction. Perhaps it would be best if they got to know each other in increments. Neither she nor Roland spoke as they watched the two ascend the stairs, Graciela carrying the single satchel and Dana following behind, head down, hands limp at her sides.
   “So,” Roland said when the others were clearly out of earshot, “no Photoplay?”
   “Thank goodness.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “You’ve had better ideas, you know.”
   “Indeed I have. In fact, I had a better one on the train. Shall we?”
   He took half a step, and she took the hint, escorting him to the room that had been her father’s office. She was in the process of having the whole place redecorated. White—walls, carpet, furniture—with heavy curtains and a wall left empty to serve as a screen for intimate viewings. She sat and he followed, taking a cigarette from his breast pocket and lighting it with the ornate crystal lighter on the low, glass-topped table.
   “You made me look like an idiot,” Celeste said as Roland busied himself with the smoking ritual. “They didn’t even send a reporter, you know. Just a photographer. What’s a photographer supposed to do with an untold story?”
   “Forget about them,” he said through a first puff of smoke. His voice was low and rough, perfectly matched to the faint crackle of the burning tobacco. “We’re going to tell that story ourselves.”
   “Good luck. After today, I’ll be lucky to get my picture in the funny papers.”
   “Listen, sweetheart. We’re going for something much bigger than the papers. This story?” He used his cigarette to trace a rectangle between them. “It’s got silver screen written all over it.”

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Victorian Spring: A Matchmaker Governess Novelette by Ruth Axtell, © 2014

Matchmaking Governess series, Book 1

This is a sweet, sweet story. Don't miss it!

RuthAxtell_VictorianSpringVictorian Spring

London, 1893.

Widowed governess Constance Whitaker has just taken charge of two young children in a comfortable middle-class household in a London square and already she is frazzled by their spoiled behavior. But with a young son and widowed mother to support, she has little choice but to brave it out. When an encounter during an April shower with her neighbor, widower Angus Sherwood, stirs hopes and longings, she tells herself not to create pipe dreams like a schoolgirl.

Mabel Atwood has more than friendship in mind when she introduces herself to Constance. As governess to Angus’s 13-year-old daughter, she thinks Constance is the perfect match for her widowed employer. So does his daughter, Natalie.

But what does Constance’s heart say?

From Redcliffe Square in Kensington to the seaside town of Margate, Book One of the Matchmaking Governess series takes the reader into the late Victorian era, a time of tradition and great change. Pour yourself a cup of tea and meet Mabel Atwood, the matchmaking governess. --author Ruth Axtell website
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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Sandra Byrd's novel Mist of Midnight releases March 10, 2015!

Daughters of Hampshire, Book One

Author Sandra Byrd has a new novel releasing in the Spring of 2015!
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~*Engaging Books... Engaging Hearts & Minds.*~
In the first of a brand new series set in Victorian England, a young woman returns home from India after the death of her family to discover her identity and inheritance are challenged by the man who holds her future in his hands.

MOM Final CoverRebecca Ravenshaw, daughter of missionaries, spent most of her life in India. Following the death of her family in the Indian Mutiny, Rebecca returns to claim her family estate in Hampshire, England. Upon her return, people are surprised to see her… and highly suspicious. Less than a year earlier, an imposter had arrived with an Indian servant and assumed not only Rebecca’s name, but her home and incomes.

That pretender died within months of her arrival; the servant fled to London as the young woman was hastily buried at midnight. The locals believe that perhaps she, Rebecca, is the real imposter. Her home and her father’s investments reverted to a distant relative, the darkly charming Captain Luke Whitfield, who quickly took over. Against her best intentions, Rebecca begins to fall in love with Luke, but she is forced to question his motives–does he love her or does he just want Headbourne House? If Luke is simply after the property, as everyone suspects, would she suffer a similar fate as the first “Rebecca”?

            Be sure to watch for it.

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