Monday, February 29, 2016

LAST CHANCE!! IT'S TIME TO FALL IN LOVE!





Chapter 1

Charleston, South Carolina, August 30, 1886

“Why can’t you have him arrested and demand our money back?” Olivia Macqueen frowned at her brother. It seemed a simple enough solution. She shuddered at the thought of once having been engaged to the detestable man they now discussed.

Simon gave her a placating smile, but his eyes didn’t dance as they would if the smile were true. “It’d be bad for business.”

Olivia shifted on the floral tapestry chair across from where Papa sat holding Mama’s hand. “Why? He deserves that and worse.”

Papa cleared his throat. “We could lose all confidence with our policyholders if they learned that one of our employees had embezzled funds.”

Simon sneered. “You mean if they found out they weren’t even real policyholders. This could ruin our family name and our business. I wish I’d never talked you into hiring Lloyd. Then he’d never have swindled us—” He stole a quick glance at Olivia, his eyes pleading forgiveness. “I’m sorry.”

Olivia’s throat went dry. Of late, it had been easy to forget what Lloyd Pratt had done to her. With the attention her brother’s old friend, Drew, had been lavishing on her, Lloyd had faded to an unpleasant memory. “Nothing to forgive. He means nothing to me now. Besides, his unfaithfulness was actually a blessing in disguise. I’d hate to have married such a scoundrel. And I wouldn’t have gotten to know Drew.” However, breaking the engagement with Lloyd had angered him so much that he had taken his fury out on her, requiring her to seek medical attention.

“Drew?” Simon wiggled his brows, mischief playing behind his mock surprise. “When did you start calling Dr. Warwick by his Christian name?”

Heat rushed to Olivia’s cheeks. Simon could be such a pest with his teasing. He knew very well she’d been calling Drew by his Christian name for some time. It was only around her father she’d avoided using it. Father had always felt the need to coddle her and Mother, more so after Lloyd had hurt her when she broke their engagement. No need for him to worry that she might have her heart broken again. “Do I really need to answer that, Simon?”

Simon chuckled, his eyes dancing. “I do believe my little sis is blushing. I think she’s smitten with my dear friend.”

Olivia pretended to glare at Simon. “I believe we have a more pressing matter at hand—seeing Mr. Lloyd Pratt gets his comeuppance.”

Papa stood and paced the parlor floor, his hands clasped behind his back. He turned, creases appearing between his brows. The gray sprinkled throughout his dark-brown hair softened his features and gave him a distinguished appearance. “Simon’s right. We’ve got to handle this with utmost care. If word got out it could ruin us. And we don’t know how many people he wrote fake policies for or what other ways he may have embezzled.” He stopped and looked at his son. “How could we have missed this for a year?”

Simon brushed his fingers down his mustache. “It’s my fault. I should have gone over the books with a fine-toothed comb. Any man who can’t be trusted in one area can’t be trusted in others as well.”

“I suppose it would have been difficult to find missing policies or false claims without knowing what you were looking for.” Papa sighed and resumed his pacing,

“I should have suspected. After the cyclone of ’85 there were questions. Remember, we had several people claiming to have policies that we could never find? I should have investigated then rather than letting Lloyd handle it.”

“He said it was just an error in the books and he’d taken care of it. We’d heard no more complaints. There was no reason to doubt his honesty at that point. What is done is done.” Papa returned to his seat next to Mama. “Tomorrow, first thing, we need to find out which clients are without policies and get them posted.”

Simon leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs, hands dangling between his knees. “Do you know how much money that could take?”

“I don’t care if it takes our last penny. I’ll not have our good name in tatters.” Papa shot the words back like the kick of a rifle.

Mama, who never involved herself with Papa’s business affairs, picked up the fan suspended from her wrist and waved it in front of her face. Her dark-blonde hair pulled back in a chignon set off her high cheekbones and her flawless skin. Olivia had been told often enough that Mama looked less like her mother and more like an older sister. Mama’s beautiful face now pinched with worry.

Olivia dragged her gaze away from her distraught mother and let it fall on her father. “I don’t understand why we have to suffer for what that dreadful man did. Why can’t we go to the authorities and ask them to keep the information private? Surely they would understand our dilemma.”

Papa gave her a patronizing smile, and she knew if she’d been within arm’s reach he’d have patted her hand. “One thing I’ve learned in life, Olivia, is that if you tell someone your secret, it is no longer a secret.”

“But Mr. Pratt should have to pay for this. It’s not right that he walk away with no consequences and a large portion of our money.”

Still leaning forward, Simon fisted his hands. “Oh, he’ll pay all right and there will be consequences. I’ll see to that. Did he think he’d never get caught? He’s lucky that none of the people he stole policy money from have come to file a claim.”

Papa stood and took Mama’s hand, helping her up from the settee. “Enough of this for tonight. We’re upsetting your mother.” He gazed down into his wife’s eyes with so much love that Olivia’s heart hiccupped. Drew’s face came into view. She imagined the two of them sharing that kind of intimate love. The thought of spending her life with the man she loved warmed her.

When her parents left the room, Olivia leaned in toward her brother and whispered. “So, what are you going to do about this?”

Simon stretched and yawned. “Tomorrow, I’m going to try to make sure every client has an active policy.”

“You know very well that isn’t what I mean.”

He winked. “I plan to find the proof we need if it’s the last thing I do.”
                                                                        ♥♥♥

Dr. Andrew Warwick left the hospital after checking on a patient and sauntered down Mazyck Street, unable to get his mind off Olivia. When they were young boys, he and Simon saw Olivia as a nuisance—someone they could annoy when bored. Then they grew up, and Drew’s medical studies occupied all his time. Simon took on responsibilities of his own, and they rarely spent time together.

But when Olivia showed up in his office last year seeking medical attention, he could hardly believe this was the little sprite he’d delighted in tormenting as a boy. She’d grown into a beautiful woman.

Drew gave in to his impulse, passed Meeting Street, and turned down Church Street, heading toward the Macqueen house. It had taken him almost the whole year to gain her trust, and he knew why. After looking at her injuries, her story of taking a bad spill hadn’t rung true. He recognized the telltale signs of abuse even if she denied it.

Thinking about the late hour, he quickened his pace. He would continue past the house if the windows were dark. But if lights did shine, he’d visit under the pretense of seeing Simon, since it was a bit late to visit a young lady. Having a good friend with a beautiful sister one loved was indeed an advantage.

The Macqueens’ home came into view. Lights blazed from the windows, casting yellow beams onto the lawn. Taking the steps two at a time, Drew couldn’t help but smile—the perfect way to end his night. He tapped lightly, and a few moments later the door opened. To his disappointment, Simon stood before him, a cocky grin on his face.

“Drew, how nice of you to come see me.” Simon leaned his shoulder against the frame.

“After a long day at work, I thought your charming personality would brighten my evening.” Drew grinned back and strained his neck to see beyond the slim body blocking his view.

“Looking for something?” Simon’s eyes glittered with mischief.

The sound of swishing fabric emerged. “Simon Macqueen, have you no manners? Invite our guest in.” His lovely Olivia looked as ferocious as an angry nurse when taking on an unruly patient.

“He’s my guest. I may not want him in the house.” Simon winked at him.

She pushed past her brother, giving him a playful slap on his arm, and smiled past him. “I’m sorry, Drew. My brother has the manners of a boar.”

Drew sidled past his best friend. “Shall we put him out with the rest of the herd?”

The tinkle of her laughter floated on the air like sweet music.

“Just you try. I can still take you down.” Simon’s words followed the couple. “And let’s not forget you two need a chaperone.”

Drew snorted. “I’m certain you were the one yelling ‘uncle’ the last time we had this discussion.”

Olivia intercepted. “Really, now. You’d think you two were still schoolboys the way you carry on.” She took a seat by the window and arranged her dress.

Simon elbowed Drew. “You heard my sister— behave yourself.”

Drew took a seat across from her, where he could easily take in Olivia’s beauty and put an end to the bantering.

Simon was always full of himself. That was part of the fun of being around him when they were young. But right now, Simon’s sister captured all his attention.

Olivia rubbed her arm above her wrist. He couldn’t help but wonder if it still pained her. Her hand slid down to her bracelet dangling on her wrist, and she fingered it. Why was she nervous tonight? His gut twisted. Would she say yes to his proposal? He’d planned a very special Friday evening when he would ask for her hand in marriage.

He gave her a soothing smile. “I’m pleased you’re still up. Seeing you has brightened my long day.”

She lifted her head and locked eyes with Drew, the corners of her mouth lifting. “As you have mine.” Her gaze shifted toward Simon, then back to Drew.

“I thought I was the one who had bright—”

Drew shot Simon a warning glare that stopped his good-natured friend midsentence. He wished he could be alone with Olivia, but that was not appropriate. Someone had to be a chaperone, yet Simon was like a boisterous puppy.

“I’m looking forward to our special day Friday.” That was an understatement. He’d been counting down the days eagerly. She didn’t appear nervous now. His fear of her saying no was getting the best of him.

“As am I, Drew.” Her lashes fluttered.

His heart stumbled He loved to hear his name on her lips. He’d never tire of it. Spending the rest of his life with Olivia couldn’t happen soon enough. She had to say yes when he asked her.

“Am I invited?” Simon teased.

“No.” Olivia glared at her brother.

Sweet mercy, she was beautiful. Light-brown tendrils escaped the hair pulled up into one of the latest fashions. Beautiful brows arched over almond-shaped blue-gray eyes—eyes that breached his heart and soul. He caught himself right before he let out a sigh.

Simon cleared his throat. “Are you going to just sit there gawking at my sister?”

Olivia’s cheeks turned crimson, but she quickly looked to Drew. “Did you hear about the earthquakes that were felt in Summerville?”

Drew jumped in before Simon could remark. “I read an interview in the News and Courier. A Summerville resident was said to have heard a rumbling sound northeast of town, which was followed by an explosion that sounded like a cannon. But many are skeptical.”

Animation lit her face. “Some are saying a boiler probably blew at one of the numerous phosphate works, or someone was blowing up trees with dynamite.”

“I suppose it’s entirely possible that a tremor was felt. Time will tell.” He leaned forward. “What do you think?” He already surmised what her answer would be.

“I think too many people felt it for it to be some sort of an explosion. Some say that even Charleston felt the tremors. That’s too far for it to be anything other than an earthquake.”

Simon grinned. “Well, it caused a buzz that will keep Charleston talking for a few days anyway. Maybe we’ll get some more clients out of it.”

Olivia gave her brother a look that Drew couldn’t quite decipher. Simon only shrugged.

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The next evening, Olivia sat in the parlor with her parents. She drew her needle up through the handkerchief she embroidered, thinking about the camaraderie her brother and Drew had shared the night before. “Simon sure flew out of here. You’d think he was late to see his lady love.”

Mama peeked up from her needlework. “If the boy ever finds one. I’m ready for grandchildren.”

“You can’t rush love. I learned that.” A shiver slivered down Olivia’s spine at the thought of Lloyd. She had questioned if she would ever fall in love again after what Lloyd had done to her. He’d definitely hurt her in more ways than she could count. The welcome thought of Drew quickly replaced the unpleasant memory. She smiled inwardly. She wouldn’t mind giving her mother the first grandchild.

When she and Drew first started courting, doubt had harried her. As a little girl, dread would fill her when she saw him with her brother. The two of them together were as mean as cross-eyed snakes. Like the time they’d tied her shoes together while she napped in a chair, then stole her doll, woke her up, and ran. When she jumped up to go after them, she fell flat on her face. The two laughed and disappeared with her doll. It took her the whole day to find where they’d hidden it.

Boys and tomfoolery must go hand in hand. Her brother now was a perfect gentleman, albeit a character—he’d never intentionally harm anyone. Surely Drew was the same. The two boys’ pranks were just that, childish pranks. She hated the way doubt tried to nudge its way into her thoughts. She needed to keep reminding herself that Drew was a doctor and had taken an oath to help people. He was nothing like Lloyd, even if she’d known Lloyd for years and never thought him capable of the things that he did.

“Your brother rushed out of here to finish up some late-night business,” Papa replied to her question.

“Did you get the policies written and posted?” Olivia inquired.

“We hope we were able to track them all down. Simon went to check on a few loose ends.”

“Ouch!” Mama pricked her finger.

“Are you all right, dear?” Papa’s tender voice inquired.

Mama nodded and dabbed her finger on a handkerchief.

Papa pulled out his pocket watch. “It’s nine-fifty.”

Olivia folded the white handkerchief she’d been working on and placed it in the basket beside the settee. She stretched her arms as she stood. “I think I’ll head to bed and curl up with Pride and Prejudice.” She waved her hand in front of her face to give herself some temporary relief from the heat. The sultry day hadn’t been relieved by an evening breeze. The curtains hung limp as an unusual stillness filled the air.

She reached the archway and turned to say goodnight. A long low rumble drifted in through the window as if a heavily laden horse-drawn wagon approached on the street. But within seconds, the low rumble turned into a terrifying roar. The floor rolled beneath her feet. She grasped the archway wall. The whole house swayed as if dancing to the horrendous thunder. The chimney buckled, and bricks spit forward like a child tossing blocks to the floor. A scream caught in her throat. Papa threw himself over Mama, his eyes locked with Olivia’s. Pain splintered through her head as her knees buckled beneath her.



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Meanwhile, to get you pumped for our new releases, here’s the jacket blurb for my latest release 
Shattered Memories:
Olivia Macqueen wakes in a makeshift hospital, recovering from a head injury. With amnesia stealing a year of her memories, she has trouble discerning between lies and truth. When her memories start returning in bits and pieces, she must keep up the charade of amnesia until she can find out the truth behind the embezzlement of her family’s business while evading the danger lurking around her.
Doctor Drew Warwick frantically searches through the rubble left by the Charleston earthquake for the lady who owns his heart. He finds her injured and lifeless. When she regains consciousness, the doctor’s hopes are dashed as he realizes she doesn’t remember him. But things only get worse after he discovers she believes she’s still engaged to the abusive scoundrel, Lloyd Pratt. Now Drew is on a race with the wedding clock to either help her remember or win her heart again before she marries the wrong man.


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Friday, February 26, 2016

Julie Lessman and IT'S TIME TO FALL IN LOVE!




Hey Girlfriend! So good to have you hear today! And with no further delay here' Julie!
 
Hi, Everyone—Julie Lessman here, and I’m notorious for eliciting an eye roll from my editor whenever I include something I refer to as the “caveman kiss,” which is when a hero takes a kiss by force, dominating the heroine to stake his claim. You know, like in those wonderful old-fashioned movies when John Wayne would lay one on Maureen O’Hara in McClintock, or when Rhett drags Scarlett from the wagon to steal a kiss on a sunset hill in Gone with the Wind? Or even like that classic pic of the soldier kissing a nurse in the street—a perfect stranger—following the armistice for WWII?

Sigh. Call me old-fashioned, but I love the stolen kiss, although I do realize it’s not always politically or socially correct in today’s world where things like spousal abuse and date rape are a sad reality. Please note—in no way do I condone either of these types of behavior nor are my scenes meant to be perceived as such. They are written in the old-fashioned “Calgon, take me away” style of romance so prevalent in the old Hollywood movies and in absolutely every case, the dominant hero is called to task for his behavior and eventually learns from it. At least, in my books they are! 


So I thought I’d show you what I mean in this somewhat “tense” version of the caveman kiss, which is closer to a retaliatory kiss by a bitter ex-boyfriend in Isle of Hope:


Her thoughts drifted to Jack, and a heaviness settled on her shoulders like the cloying press of humid air when the sea breezes refused to blow. He and her father were the main reasons God had sent her back, to show them His unconditional love just like God had shown her. Not only to bring healing to them and herself, but a renewal of hope and faith to the people she loved. Through grace, patience, and hard-earned humility.

Not temper.

A low groan ground from her lips as she buried her head in her arms, voice raised in frustration. “Ooooooh … I screwed up, and I’m so sorry.” With a harsh grunt, she gouged up two fistfuls of sand and pelted them toward the water, emitting a growl. “Talk about epic fail.”

“A talent of yours, apparently.”

Lacey’s head jerked up and spun around, heart thumping like a flat-bottom gigging boat on the water at full speed. “Jack,” she rasped, a brain-freeze chill blasting full body at the shock of seeing him standing not five feet away, hands slung low on his grass-stained pants. “W-what are you doing h-here?”

He slacked a hip, moonlight revealing a scowl on his handsome face. “No, a better question is why a girl who’s supposed to have a brain in her head is walking the Redneck Riviera at night by herself?” The scowl thinned into a smirk as his gaze trailed from her sandy feet up her bare legs to the short hem of her sundress, now bunched to her thighs. “Unless, of course,” he said with a nasty smile, “you’re looking for that kind of trouble.”

She bristled. Nope, but apparently I found it. Hopping up, she yanked her dress in place and brushed off the sand, fully aware that sniping back at a bitter ex-boyfriend was no way to make amends. With a silent prayer, she tamped down the old temper by counting to ten. Taking her time to pick up her purse, she finally looked up with as much humility as she could scrape together. “I appreciate your concern, Jack,” she said in a careful voice, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I suppose it was stupid to wander off like that.”

A muscle twitched in his cheek. “Yeah, well, I guess it can’t be helped.”

She blinked, brows crimped in confusion. “Pardon me?”

Those wide lips that once had devoured hers pinched flat, as narrow as his cobalt-blue eyes, which now morphed to black. “It’s in the DNA, apparently—both ‘wandering’ and ‘stupid.’”

Her mouth fell open … right before she slammed it shut again, afraid of what might come out. One. Two. Three. Four …
He shifted with a casual fold of arms, muscles corded as hard and tight as the flex of his jaw. “Both clearly talents of yours …”

A snappy comeback all but rammed against her teeth. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

His eyes raked her head to toe. “Along with teasing and tempting the locals, I guess,” he drawled, his mouth hooking into a cold smile that told her he was baiting her, pure and simple.

It worked.

She slanted in. “Okay, I’ve had about enough of your snide remarks, Jack O’Bryen,” she said with a step forward, all but spraining her finger when she poked him hard in the chest. “I came back to make amends, not butt heads with some hotshot Romeo who’s not man enough to let bygones be bygones.”

He grabbed her wrist, fusing her to the spot. “Real easy when they’re not your bygones, Mike,” he hissed, all but spitting the words in her face.

She stared at him in the moonlight, his grip as stiff and smarting as her neck, now painfully craned to confront his towering six-foot-three. Anger throbbed in his eyes as wildly as her heart throbbed in her chest, and the smell of beer on his breath was a painful reminder of just how much she and her family had altered his life.

And then in one fractured beat of her pulse, the years suddenly washed away like the tide from the shore, revealing the godly boy she’d once pledged to marry. A kind and good man meant for far better things before tragedy had befallen them all. Fingers quivering, she slowly placed her palm over the hand that shackled her wrist, her tears blurring the features of this man who still claimed a piece of her heart. “Oh, Jack, I still grieve over the pain my family and I caused, and I hope someday you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me because I so desperately want to be your friend.”

“My friend,” he said in a slow, menacing drawl, hand dropping listlessly to his side while his gaze bore into hers. “The last time I saw you, Mike, you wanted way more than that, as I recall.”

Her heart stuttered when he slowly skimmed the side of her face with his thumb, sending once-familiar shivers through her body while he caressed the shape of her mouth. Warm, dangerous shivers that collided with pinpricks of warning when his gaze drifted to her
lips.

No, Jack, please—not now, not like this. Not while beer and bitterness poison your mind …

“I wasn’t willing then,” he whispered, slowly tugging her close with a slide of his hand to her waist. He tightened his hold, and alarm rolled in her belly as paralysis struck. “But trust me, sweetheart, I’m more than willing now …”

All protest seized in her throat when his mouth took hers with a vengeance, as if he were paying her back for every kiss he’d denied himself so many years ago when virtue trumped attraction. She shivered at the taste of beer and bitterness in his mouth, tinged with a touch of Tootsie Roll, his trademark candy that instantly swept her years back to his kisses on the dock. Only this wasn’t that kind and tender boy anymore who’d once treasured and taken care of her. No, this one jerked her close, hands wandering at will, and she suddenly knew he was punishing her, not only for breaking his heart, but for all the times she’d punished him with temptation, testing him to the max.

Just like he was testing her right now.

“Jack, stop!” She shoved him away, stumbling back when she broke his grip.

His eyes glinted with anger. “What’s the matter, Lace? You begged for it once, remember?” His mouth curved in a hard smile. “I’ll just bet you give out more samples than the little old ladies at Sam’s.”

Needles of shock stabbed over the cruel intent of his taunt. To make her feel small and cheap like her dad always had, his painful barbs sending her sobbing into Jack’s arms, the one person who’d always understood just how much Daddy had hurt her.

“Don’t think you’re anything special. Any street walker can get ’em excited.”

Against her will, the hot sting of water welled in her eyes, familiar tears over a father she could never please no matter how hard she tried. And, apparently, an ex-boyfriend with no qualms about turning the knife. Fingers quivering, she adjusted the purse on her shoulder and turned away, salty wetness slicking her face as she stalked across the beach.

“Lacey!”

She heard the regret in his voice, but she dare not stop, not with sobs rising in her chest over the wound he obviously meant to inflict. A sharp and slicing stab straight to the heart, meant to make her bleed. She broke into a run. Well, good for you, Jack—you met your mark.
“Lacey, wait!”

But she couldn’t because distance was the only thing she wanted from Jack O’Bryen right now. A hurt, little girl bolting away from rejection like she had so many years ago. Vision bleary, she stumbled on until a buried piece of driftwood hooked the strap of her sandal. It flung her headlong into the sand, breaking both her pride and her spirit as she lay there and wept.

The moment he touched her, she flailed and bucked like a catfish on the shore, wanting no part of Jack O’Bryen ever again. “Leave me alone,” she hissed, eyes swollen and body gritty with sand. “I don’t want you to touch me.”

Ignoring her, he knelt on the beach and bundled her in his arms, immobilizing her completely from any further thrashing about. “Lacey, I’m sorry,” he whispered against her head, tucking her body to his as he knelt beside her, his steel hold gentle but firm. Her heart drummed like that of a baby bird with a broken wing while his thumb slowly caressed her arm, his voice husky and low. “I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’m just …” She felt the hard shift of his Adam’s apple against her hair, the ache in his tone revealing the caring and tender boy who long ago had stolen her heart. “Angry inside, you know? And … still pretty hurt, I guess … over what might have been.”

Her body stilled in his arms. “I know,” she whispered, “me too.”





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The moment Jack touches Lacey, she jolts away from him like a what?

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Friday, February 19, 2016

WITH MARYLU TYNDALL--IT'S TIME TO FALL IN LOVE


Today you'll get a peek into MaryLu Tyndall's new release, Charity's Cross. I love the spiritual message in Charity's Cross because it's something that we have either faced ourselves or someone we know has. So please welcome my dear friend and awesome author, MaryLu Tyndall.


MEME
In my new release, Charity's Cross, the heroine married a man who ended up abusing her both physically and emotionally. Although he was quite charming during their courtship, there were hints of his underlying cruel nature that Charity chose to ignore. Why? She was desperate to leave home where in her mind she'd suffered an unhappy childhood. She also longed for wealth, title, and status--things she never had growing up as a poor Admiral's daughter. So, despite the warnings of her family and her inner uneasiness, she married him. When the abuse started, she cried out to God to help her, to deliver her, but no answer came. In fact, the abuse only got worse, and Charity blamed God and turned away from Him.

Part of the reason I wrote this story was because I see so many Christians doing the same exact thing. Something goes wrong in their life, some tragedy, and they are quick to blame God. When He doesn't answer their prayers, they turn away from Him and either stop believing in Him or assume He doesn't care about them. When nothing could be further from the truth! First of all, where does it say in the Bible that we are supposed to have comfortable, happy lives? It says God loves us, He will provide for our needs, He will protect us from the evil one, He will give us inner joy and peace, He will bless us and give us an abundant life. (All of those come with the condition that we put God first) But nowhere does it say we will be comfy and happy! In fact, it says quite the opposite in several places. We have only to look at the Apostles' lives to see that they were neither comfortable or happy, but they had great joy and peace and lived abundant lives before they were martyred. Gulp. Did I say martyred?

Does God care when tragedy hits us? Of course! It hurts Him as much as it hurts us! The first thing I do when a problem arises is ask myself if I somehow caused it. Many times our trials are simply consequences of our own mistakes. In Charity's case, God tried to warn her multiple times not to marry this man, but she didn't listen. Even when she cried out for help, He gave her chances to leave, but she didn't take them. However, if we didn't cause our problem, then either God allowed it to happen to teach us something or draw us closer to Him, or we are being attacked by the enemy. The best thing to do is get alone with God and find out.

Charity didn't do this, and by turning away from God, she only made her situation worse. In fact, each step she takes away from God only causes her more trouble and more pain. Have you ever been tempted to turn away from God when tragedy struck? I have. In fact, I can remember a time when I used to be so mad at God, I would almost be yelling at Him. Sad to say, but it's true. Good thing He's a loving Father who puts up with His Kid's temper tantrums.


Suspected of killing her husband, Charity Westcott flees on the first ship leaving England. Loathing all men after her abusive marriage, she hopes to reunite with her family in Charles Towne, but the ship ends up in Nassau. Chased by her husband’s brother, who is intent on seeing her hang, Charity is forced to accept the help of a missionary, Elias Dutton. But Elias is on a mission to rescue his sister in Barbados, one he cannot fail. Pirates, storms, shipwreck, and betrayal threaten to delay the couple in their journey even as they fight their growing attraction. Elias believes he has finally found a woman with a pure heart. Until he discovers she is a murderer and is now faced with two choices: letting her go or turning her in to the authorities. 





About MaryLu:Best-selling author MaryLu Tyndall dreamt of pirates and sea-faring adventures during her childhood days on Florida's Coast. With more than seventeen books published, she makes no excuses for the spiritual themes embedded within her romantic adventures. Her hope is that readers will not only be entertained but will be brought closer to the Creator who loves them beyond measure. In a culture that accepts the occult, wizards, zombies, and vampires without batting an eye, MaryLu hopes to show the awesome present and powerful acts of God in a dying world. A Christy award nominee and Inspirational Readers’ Choice Award winner, MaryLu makes her home with her husband, six children, two grandchildren and several stray cats on the California coast.


Links:
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 Rafflecopter question of the day: What are three possible reasons for the problems in our lives?



BUT … before you go, make sure you WRITE DOWN THIS CLUEUPLIFT — which is the #7 CLUE in our 15-word sentence you’ll need to enter the Kindle giveaway on February 29th.  

DON’T FORGET TO HEAD ON OVER TO JULIE'S AND MARYLU’S BLOGS TODAY FOR MORE CLUES AND PRIZES.

Prizes I'm giving away on The Sword and Spirit blog. 
Kindle Fire - Grand Prize

2nd place- Charleston bag full of Charleston!
3rd place- Antique spoon bracelet
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5th Place- Signed copies of Shattered Memories and Sword of Forgiveness
6th Place- Kindle Versions of Shattered Memories and Sword of Forgiveness



Monday, February 15, 2016

GIVEAWAYS AND MORE GIVEAWAYS!

It's Blog Party Time!!!!
Facebook party with prizes! RSVP and get an extra entry in all the prizes!

Want more places to enter to win a kindle and other great prizes? Check out all the links and their scheduled dates for this blog tour.

Blog Tour Stops

Feb 16: Quiet Quilter
Feb 19: Buwurmzzz
Feb 20: A Greater Yes
Feb 25: Bigreadersite
Feb 27: cherylbbookblog
Feb 28: Mary Hake
Feb 29: Raining Butterfly Kisses

Blog Party Giveaway Info
1.) Individual Blog Treasure Hunts:
Julie, MaryLu, and I are giving away separate prizes on each of our blogs per the schedule below, so be sure to come by all three blogs on the days listed. Then, simply enter each of our individual contests via the Rafflecopter box at the bottom of our blog pages. You can then earn extra chances each day of the schedule by answering a question that pertains to that particular blog on that particular day.

Links for Each of our Blogs:


Treasure Hunt Schedule:

  • Wednesday, February 10, 2016
  • Friday, February 12, 2016
  • Friday, February 19, 2016
  • Friday, February 26, 2016
  • Monday, February 29, 2016
  • Friday, March 4, 2016 — Winner’s Announced

Kindle Fire Treasure Hunt:  

  1. While you are visiting each of our blogs per the schedule above, simply collect the “treasure hunt clue” listed at the bottom of the page and write it down.
  2. Continue to collect all the clues at each of our blogs on the specified dates.
  3. Once you collect the final word clue on Monday, February 29, you will have a 15-word sentence that will allow you to enter the Kindle Fire Giveaway by entering that sentence in the Kindle Rafflecopter box on any of our blogs.

WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON EACH OF OUR BLOGS SIMULTANEOUSLY ON FRIDAY, MARCH 4TH, GOOD LUCK!


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Shattered Memories

Olivia Macqueen wakes in a makeshift hospital, recovering from a head injury. With amnesia stealing a year of her memories, she has trouble discerning between lies and truth. When her memories start returning in bits and pieces, she must keep up the charade of amnesia until she can find out the truth behind the embezzlement of her family’s business while evading the danger lurking around her.





Doctor Drew Warwick frantically searches through the rubble left by the Charleston earthquake for the lady who owns his heart. He finds her injured and lifeless. When she regains consciousness, the doctor’s hopes are dashed as he realizes she doesn’t remember him. But things only get worse after he discovers she believes she’s still engaged to the abusive scoundrel, Lloyd Pratt. Now Drew is on a race with the wedding clock to either help her remember or win her heart again before she marries the wrong man.