Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Release Party for Heart's Safe Passage by Laurie Alice Eakes -Today's giveaway- "Lady in the Mist" Ends February 26th

We are having a week long celebration here at The Sword and Spirit for Laurie Alice Eakes new release, A Heart's Safe Passage. Today we are giving away a copy of her first midwife book, Lady in the Mist.  
I have a question for you today. In  A Heart's Safe Passage, Phoebe gets rather attached to Rafe's cloak. What is your favorite material item that you own? (examples: Ipod, grandmother's rocking chair, Gone with the Wind book)  And don't forget for an extra chance to win ask Laurie Alice a question. Come back Friday to read her answers to the questions. We will be giving prizes away all week long so be sure to check in each day. 

Laurie Alice Eakes used to lie in bed as a child telling herself stories so she didn't wake anyone else up.  Sometimes she shared her stories with others; thus, when she decided to be a writer, she surprised no one. In the past three years, she has sold six books to Baker/Revell, five of which are set during the Regency time period, four books to Barbour Publishing, as well as two novellas to Barbour Publishing and one to Baker/Revell. Seven of her books have been picked up by Thorndike Press for large print publication, and Lady in the Mist, her first book with Revell, was chosen for hardcover publication with Crossings Bookclub. She also teaches on-line writing courses and enjoys a speaking ministry that has taken her from the Gulf Coast to the East Coast. Laurie Alice lives in Texas with her husband, two dogs and two cats, and is learning how to make tamales.

 EXCERPT FROM HEARTS SAFE PASSAGE
“Hush now.” He stopped her words with his lips this time, a swift brush of contact. “Go to your bed. I have no more patience for talk of true faith. My thoughts are straying elsewhere to how a man achieves forgetfulness.”
             He didn’t wait for her to respond. He stepped around her and strode off to the main hatch. He would sleep belowdecks with most of the crew and let Jordy have his cabin back—a mere bulkhead from the ladies. Rafe needed rest.
Five minutes in his hammock told him he wouldn’t get it. Even those brief words to Phoebe conjured the images, the sounds, even the essence of tar and sea, sweat and blood, and worse, so much worse. Every time he closed his eyes, Davina’s sweet face swam behind his lids. She’d cried out for him to save her at first. Then she gave up on her husband and called on God, begged Him to take her, to forgive her. There, beneath the laughing, taunting corsairs, she had told Rafe she loved him.
Finally, the beautiful wife he’d adored for what felt like all his life had met his stare and admitted she loved him. He’d waited for her to say that for nearly four years of marriage, and it came too late to give him solace.
It contributed to his anger against the man responsible for her death.
He wished in those moments that he were a drinking man for the sake of forgetfulness in the loneliness of the night. But he’d seen what alcohol did to men, destroying their minds and willingness to work. He’d tried at first, but Mel needed him. He couldn’t loll in a drunken stupor when his baby daughter cried in the night for her mama.
The company of women worked better. Not the sort who made a living on the docks, but women with breeding and education, who could talk and listen too. But they wanted marriage. He couldn’t blame them. It was only right, the upright man he’d once been reminded him. But he could not make that kind of commitment until everyone responsible for the deaths of his wife and parents was gone to their reward.
And then what decent woman would want him, a man with blood on his hands, even if most of it had flowed from the enemies of his country as he killed in the name of serving his king? More truthfully, his actions stemmed from killing in the name of lining his pockets to seek out and destroy his personal enemies.
“Ah, but you are a despicable man.” He spoke to the man his mind conjured, his own image poised on the quarterdeck with Phoebe. “I did not deserve her tears.”
Or her prayers. Yet he knew she prayed for him. As though he heard her voice, saw her person, he knew she knelt in his cabin and cried out to God for his sake.
“Do not waste your time with the Lord, mo ghraigh ” The endearment of ‘my darling’ slipped out unbidden, unwanted, perhaps too much the truth.. “He does not waste His time with me.”
But Rafe could waste a great deal of time with Phoebe.
Aching like a man with an ague, he rolled out of the hammock and returned to the deck. He couldn’t pace and keep others awake. The cutter and lights of the town lured him. What harm lay in a few hours of surcease, breaking his personal code amongst the lights, liquor, and ladies of the night? It was the least of his sins, so numerous a few more would make no difference in his eternity.
He strode aft to the boat—and found Phoebe waiting for him at the rail.
At the sight of her, calm and still save for the breeze flirting with her gown and the fringe of her shawl, a warmth kindled inside him, a sensation he hadn’t experienced for so long he barely recognized it for what it was—joy.
He feared it more than any enemy he’d met over the hilt of a sword.

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Phoebe watched Rafe approach, his strides long and easy, his hair lifting in the breeze above broad shoulders set with an easy straightness one saw in a man of self-confidence. And it was all posturing from Rafe Docherty. His outward calm and assurance hid a soul ravaged by grief and hatred, yet aching for love and full of honor and kindness.
She hadn’t wondered what interrupted her prayers for him and urged her to return to the deck, to slip past the men on watch and wait by the rail. She knew. She’d urged him to bring up the past, to talk of his loss and the horrors vivid despite the few words he used to describe them. A body didn’t sleep after an episode like that. She knew from the night she’d finally spilled the contents of her heart to Tabitha and Dominick, who then stayed up with her as she wept for the first time in a year, held her, loved her, assured her that God didn’t hold grudges. If anyone should understand that, it was Dominick Cherrett.
So she waited for Rafe, determined to go with him no matter what direction he chose. If he never came, she would sleep on the deck. But he would come, and he did, a formidable shadow gliding across the planks to where she stood.
He grasped her hands. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.” Despite the warmth of the night, her hands felt cold against the warmth of his, cold and tiny within his encircling clasp. “I thought you might not be able to sleep.”
“Does your training extend to predictions of the future then?” His grip tightened. His upper lip curled. “Or is that your faith?”
“Not my training, the prompting of the Lord.” She smiled.
He snorted. “Do you intend to come to the fleshpots of the town then?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Why would I want such a thing as that?”
“The fleshpots of the town, I don’t know. I’d think a sick head and risk of disease in the morning would be a deterrent. As for my company?” She shrugged. “I’m better than the sort you’ll find in St. George’s.”
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes silver in the moonlight. “You’re a strange lass to be so bold in your speech.”
“It’s been my best defense against matchmaking mothers. They come to think that having my fortune and family connections for their sons might not be worth the embarrassment of a daughter-in-law who speaks outright of things ladies aren’t supposed to understand.”
“Aye, I can see that it would.” He tilted his head and surveyed her through thick, dark lashes. “Are you rich then?”

Heart's Safe Passage
 It's 1813 and all Phoebe Lee wants out of life is to practice midwifery in Loudon County, Virginia. When Belinda, her pregnant sister-in-law, presses Phoebe to accompany her onto a British privateer in order to cross the Atlantic and save her husband from an English prison, Phoebe tries to refuse, then finds herself kidnapped.
Captain Rafe Docherty is a man in search of revenge. His ship is no place for women, but he needs Belinda in order to obtain information about the man who destroyed his family and his life. Between Belinda's whining and Phoebe's hostility, Rafe can't help but wonder if he made the right choice.
When it becomes apparent there is an enemy among them on the ship, the stakes are raised. Will they reach the English shore in time? Can love and forgiveness overcome vengeance?

  
 TODAY'S GIVEAWAY
By virtue of her profession as a midwife, Tabitha Eckles is the keeper of many secrets: the names of fathers of illegitimate children, the level of love and harmony within many a marriage, and now the identity of a man who may have caused his wife's death. Dominick Cherrett is a man with his own secret to keep: namely, what he, a British nobleman, is doing on American soil working as a bondsman in the home of Mayor Kendall, a Southern gentleman with his eye on a higher office.

By chance one morning before the dawn has broken, Tabitha and Dominick cross paths on a misty beachhead, leading them on a twisted path through kidnappings, death threats, public disgrace, and . . . love? Can Tabitha trust Dominick? What might he be hiding? And can either of them find true love in a world that seems set against them?


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28 comments:

  1. OH my, Laurie Alice. I was about to look for a fan! This was an excellent choice to show Rafe as the man he is. A man of desires, but deep down a man of honor.

    In answer to my own question up above. That is a really hard question for me because I am super sentimental about things. I have my great-grandmother's steamer trunk which I treasure. But I think I'd have to narrow it down to 2 things they are my wedding ring and my pearl promise ring from my husband. When I look at them they remind me of the life of love and fulfillment that he has given me.

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  2. Oh, I agree! Excellent excerpt to share. :-)

    Favorite material item . . . that's a tough question. In the last eight months since hubby was "invited out of the church," we've had to downsize. That means selling off lots of stuff. Even after two yard sales, we still have more stuff than we need. As long as I had my hubby, kids, dog, and laptop (only becuase I don't have online backup), I wouldn't shed too many tears over losing any of the rest.

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    1. I have way to many things and as we look at building and moving I keep thinking half of this stuff needs to go!

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  3. I have a lot of precious memories from my parents. One very special item is a quilt my mother made for me. I lost my mother a few years back and I will always treasure this quilt.
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    1. What a precious heirloom! You know the kind of love that went into something like that. I have my great-grandmother's quilt. She died before it was finished so I finished what she had and it hangs on my wall.

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  5. I just read this scene on Saturday, and it's even better in context!!

    Favorite item...that's a tough one. I do like my "things." Like the Civil War era hurricane lamp I inherited from my great-grandfather. Or Santa Bear, my first-ever Favorite Toy. The baby grand piano I'd wanted all my life and finally got . . . yeah, hard to say.

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  6. Love it!

    Favorite item...I can't count my "library" of books can I? I so love my books. I got a Kindle Fire for Christmas and I have tons of books on there already. I really love that. Over the past several years God has been working on me and my love of things. Things don't mean as much to me as they used to. I am trying to think of something I would really hate to loose. Maybe my photo scrapbooks, my memories caught for the world to see. Like Roseanna, having a hard time picking one thing.

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    1. Photo's are precious. They tell us so much through the generations. Good choice!

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  7. My editor said this book had her fanning erself whentthe weren't even touching. LOL I didn't set out for it to be steamy; it just landed on the page that way.

    As for stuff... Well, I may be with Terri and say my books. They have traveled all over the country with me.

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    1. I collect old bibles. I love to look through them. Many have flowers, little notes, and of course birth and death dates in them.

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    2. Debbie Lynne, my grandparents gave me a Bible that has been in our family since the early 1840's--I've found tin pictures of unknown relatives, old newspaper articles and even a life insurance policy on my great grandmother who passed almost 60 years ago. I feel blessed and honored that they trusted me with it--my uncles and some of my grandmother's sisters' family have expressed an interest in owning it.

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  8. This was such an awesome book. The relationship between Phoebe and Rafe was so moving, so deep.. you don't see that very often in Christian romance.

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  9. Wow, can't wait to read this book!
    I'm not really big on 'things'. I do have a quilt made by my Greatgrandmother that is special, also several small items that belonged to a sister who is no longer with us...

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  10. Thanks Marylu and Patty for stopping by. Laurie Alice does have that unique ability to make you feel like the characters are real. They are well developed.

    Oh another quilt! I should do a blog on quilts handed down and pictures of them. What fun!

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  11. Oh goodness, that excerpt was SO GOOD! Got to read the book.:-)

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  12. Great excerpt. I'll have to read this book!
    You asked about a special material posession. I have a quilt that my grandmother made from scraps of her children's wornout clothing. My mother and aunt had great stories about the original outfits. They were so poor that everything was made, remade and passed down until only pieces of the outfits were left intact. Then grandmother turned them into this quilt. What a legacy to pass down! (BTW, thanks for asking the question! This brought back so many great memories!)
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  13. Just after my granddaddy died, my grandma gave me two coins that Granddaddy carried in his pocket every day for almost half a century--a quarter and a dime from 1918, the year of his birth. He had a habit of rubbing his thumb across the face of them whenever he got nervous. The etchings are almost rubbed completely off but there's something in knowing that my much beloved granddaddy touched it makes it precious to me.

    I'm so looking forward to this book, Laurie Alice!

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  14. Loving reading everyone's memories, especially the quilts. I have so little as a legacy from my forebearers being the youngest. All I have are wonderful memories of my grand parents. I do have a painting my mother did, which is truly special to me.

    Thank you for your kind words on the excerpt. I asked Debbie Lynne if this was going too far, and she said no, it is sooo Rafe. :-)

    Feel free to ask me questions, too. I have six reallyg reat ones I worked on today to put up Friday. And we have Debbie Lynne's wonderful totebag to give away.

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  15. When I finish a painting or drawing I worked really hard on (and they turn out well)! I go through a phase where it's probably the most precious item to me --hmm, that's probably why I've never tried to sell any of my art yet. =)

    Ms. Eakes, I was wondering what made you decide to set your "Midwives" series in America during the early 1800s --I haven't run into much historical fiction in that setting.

    Thanks for the chance to win!

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  16. Please enter me in your drawing.

    most precious material item......I would have to say my engagement/wedding ring. Diamond is my birthstone and it's the first diamond I ever got. At the time....23 years ago...
    I couldn't believe my husband loves me that much; that he sold one of his cars to pay for my ring. I am truly loved and blessed!

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  18. I have not read "Lady in the Mist" and would like to be entered in this drawing please
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  19. Oh, my favorite item would be my replaced wedding ring. As I matured! my husband had to cut my original ring off my finger. My replaced ring is the cord of three strands that is not easily broken!!
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  20. I'd love to win this book! I have a copy of "Heart's Safe Passage", but I haven't even read the first book in the series.... Would LOVE to read it! :)

    Melanie
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  22. Sybil Bates McCormackFebruary 25, 2012 at 9:25 AM

    I'm so excited about the release of your latest work, Laurie. Blessings!

    My email address is prompt_return (at) bellsouth (dot) net

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