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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Friday, 29 August 2014

Creighton's Hideaway by LoRee Peery

Releases Aug 29th

Needing to finish her thesis in order to keep her job working with youth in a residential treatment center, Shana Arnold sequesters herself on Creighton Rice’s Nebraska ranch. She expects the secluded hideaway to provide a peaceful environment. What she doesn't expect is to become the victim of identity theft and a crazed home invader.
Creighton Rice has been content to live alone with his God--until he meets Shana. He's drawn to her, but must fight the attraction. Getting close makes him face a lifetime's accumulation of scars. Plus, Shana doesn’t share his faith. But when Shana's life is threatened, Creighton must protect her--even if it means letting her in.
Will Shana discover that even when a woman loses everything, she can regain courage and strength through faith in God, and can Creighton allow God to heal scars and open the door to a lifetime with Shana?

I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.—Psalm 121:1-2

A lilting soprano voice jolted him back to his childhood, and drew him like the legendary Lorelei. Chill bumps rose on his arms. The sensation rendered him as speechless as Shana’s kiss had the day before.
Creighton wound his way through the trees into the open, and stood transfixed when he spied the subject of his thoughts. An open hymnal was balanced on her upraised knees. Notes soared pure and light as Shana sang the lyrics to his mother’s favorite song.
God was surely present in this place. He closed his eyes and listened to Shana continue all the way through to the fourth verse. Shana lifted her chin. Her face glowed.
His heart picked up its pace, and his cheeks grew warm. Were there tears clogging his throat? Something he was slow to name filled his soul.
Then it came to him as Shana rose to her feet. Humbled. She’d humbled him.
God had given him a gift in this dark haired sprite who offered her friendship. And he had been too obtuse to appreciate its magnitude. Creighton’s feet remained in place as though they were stuck in a mucky feedlot.
“Hi.” She closed the gap between. “Is something wrong?”
“That song,” his voice rasped like a cornhusk. Creighton cleared his throat and tried again, “It’s my mom’s favorite. I grew up with her singing, especially when she pinned the sheets out on the clothesline to dry in the wind.”
Shana hugged the hymnal close. With a comical scrunched up face, she asked, “Did I slaughter it? I sight read the notes.”
“Not at all. It was beautiful. Your voice is lovely.”
“Thanks. I don’t sing much anymore.”
“Well, here’s your chance to use it. Come to church with me in the morning?”
The sky glowed pink and purple. While orange streaks danced along the horizon, he waited for her answer.
“Creighton, I left my business clothes in Lincoln. I only brought country clothes back with me.”
“No problem. We’re casual. But Rita has things up at the house.”
Reflections of the sun turned her cheek golden. “You’re right! She offered them to me. Guess I forgot.”
“So, do you want to check them out now?”
“Why not? Don’t think I have a hot date or anything.”
Creighton didn’t want to think of Shana dating. Instead, he nodded at the hymnal. “That belonged to my mom. She had one in almost every room of the house.”
“Did she sing in the choir or something?”
“Actually, she played the church organ.” He reached out his hand. “Here, let me carry that.”
Creighton tucked the old volume underneath his arm and wrapped his fingers around Shana’s hand.
She gave a secretive woman’s smile that tugged deep at his midsection.
They strolled through the brush strokes of sunset. A burst of reflected gold painted the clouds rosy pink in the east. The majestic sky squelched any more words.
At the ranch house, he laid the hymnal on the counter and ran his hand up to the light switch in one smooth movement.
“Rita tell you which room was hers?”
“Second on the other side of the bathroom.”
“Help yourself.” He entered the living area and turned on two lamps. “Since I didn’t feed you yesterday, I’ll rustle up something to eat.”
She turned down the hall.
How long would he be able to keep his dark side from Shana?

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My Review:
I read this over a couple of days on holiday. Quite appropriate as the heroine leaves a busy city for a country retreat where there is hardly anything for miles. I immediately fell in love with Shana and Creighton and the situation they both find themselves in. Creighton is a rancher, so what is there not to love about him. And he has just enough of a shady past to match his rugged looks and enough of a flawed nature to make him human. And Shana too, petite, can handle herself to a degree, but isn't afraid to ask for help when she needs it.
Can't recommend this one high enough. Definitely one to curl up with as the nights draw in. Or sit on the beach with. Depending which side of the world you're on ;-)

I got a review copy in return for an honest review

Character Interview:

Tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?
“My name is Creighton Rice and I don’t like talking about myself much.”
“Now, just a moment. You are talented and interesting, and I liked you even before we met.”
“Thanks, Shana Arnold. But my sister has a big mouth to tell you so much about me.”

Tell us about where you live and why you choose to live there?
“I live on the ranch where I grew up. Not much of a ranch any more but I like to be by myself and so do the people who stay in my cabins.”
“And Creighton, you’ve made me feel more at home there than my place in Lincoln.”
“You can stay as long as you like.”

What is a quirk of your personality that most people wouldn't know
“Don’t know if you’d call it a quirk, but I did something when I was a wild kid that I know God forgave, even though it still makes me sick to my stomach. I know what you’re going to say before you do, Shana.”
“Just sayin’ … That incident and all people involved turned out fine. You’re an unselfish, genuine man who shows compassion for others, which says a lot compared to the way I grew up as a spoiled daddy’s girl who didn’t start to grow up until I left home.”
“Take a breath, woman.” Creighton gives her a side hug and she hands him back a flirty grin of promise.

Name two things you would hate people to know about you.
Creighton scrubs a hand over his face. “I think my brother Thomas hates me for being born first.”
“You didn’t do a thing to bring that on. Thomas will come around. At least you haven’t been a pampered ninny who jumps at every new night sound.”
“I promise not to give away your notorious background.”
Shana jabs him in the ribs, but lightly.
Creighton’s face tenses up. “I’m an alcoholic. The new people I meet don’t need to hear what I was like as a young man.”
“And I don’t want any of my young clients to know I never lived under conditions similar to where they’ve come from. My home life was so opposite from adverse environments that they’d wonder how in the world I could possibly help any of them.”

Tell us about your special lady. What makes her special?
A deep chuckle rumbles from Creighton. “Oh, my sweet Shana reeled me in as soon as I laid eyes on her. Such a city girl out of her element when she first came to stay. But strength overrode her vulnerability.”
“I did balk at your protective gene.” Shana squares her shoulders and slants a smile. “But I love the idea you put my needs first.”

The first time you saw her, what did you think? Did you like her immediately, or did she have to grow on you?
They look at one another, gesturing for the other to speak first.
“You started this, big guy. Go for it.”
Creighton gives her a one-arm hug. “Okay, I’ll go first for the rest of this thing. I remember thinking my sister forgot to tell me Shana had freckles. And her blue-green eyes pulled me right in. She looked tiny to me, and lost. I wanted to save her from the world. But she proved to be feisty. Too big for her britches.”
“Feisty, my eye. And speaking of eyes, I felt I knew you already because of how your sis talked about you. Then we met and I thought your hazel eyes and everything about you fit the place you live. But I will admit I didn’t know which to explore first, you or your ranch.”
“And now you love us both.”
“I do, Creighton. And everything else about you.”

What is your favourite thing to eat and drink?
“I’m simple. Meat and potatoes. Coffee or water. Shana here, forgets to eat so I have to prod her about that.”
She slants him a frown that turns into a delightful smile.

If you had to fight, what would be your weapon of choice and why?
“Hammer or screwdriver.”
“Hairspray or bug spray. Right in the eyes.”

Pepsi or coke
“Is there a difference?”
Shana tucks her hair behind her ear, licks her lips. “Something clear, such as sparkling water.”

tea or coffee
“Coffee, hands down.”
“Hot chocolate. It reminds me of my first night in the cabin.”

elephant or tiger
“What kind of question is that? I’m a horse man. At least I was.”
“Your four-wheeler is like an elephant. But you walk through the land like a tiger.”
“You are such a sweet thing. What animal for you?”
“I’d have to do a search and compare characteristics. But I don’t have time because I’m preparing to meet a young girl who keeps running away from foster care.”

roast dinner or burger and chips (fries for our US readers)
“Hands down, three-quarter pound Angus burger and fries.”
“Mmm. Roast. You impressed me so with that crock-pot stew. A man who cooks is divine.”

classical music or pop
“Only one kind. Country.”
“Now Creighton. You love hymns like your mom played.”
“I could listen to you sing hymns all day long.”
“I try.” She leans her head against his arm and leaves it there. “I used to answer that question as classical. But I’ve learned nothing compares to the music of nature.”

sunrise or sunset
“Sunrise. What better way to meet the day?”
“Sunset. That’s closer to the time I end the day in my love’s arms.”

walk or run
“If a guy runs, how can he see what God’s prepared for the day?”
“I love to meander over the healing hills, but I’ve been known to run into the arms of my love.”

chocolate or crisps (chips for our US readers)
“What guy doesn’t like chips? The spicier the better.”
She sits up and gives Creighton a mock glare. “Not if you’re expecting a long kiss. I’m a girl. Give me chocolate any time of the day or night.”
They end the interview with a sweet kiss.

LoRee Peery is a lifelong Nebraskan who thanks her mother for teaching her to read when she was four. LoRee has devoured books ever since. She and her husband have tackled some interesting projects over the course of their married life. For one, they built the home they live in with their own hands. They used to want more acres further away from city life, but one day LoRee realized they had their “greener on the other side of the fence” already. All it took was removing the hedge made of trees and bushes.
She feels grounded in her sense of place and considers it a blessing to have lived most of her life in the country. She is also blessed to have five children and eleven grandchildren. www.loreepeery.com
Her Frivolities Series and other publications are available at Pelican Book Group

Friday, 22 August 2014

Helsinki Sunrise by Marion Ueckermann

This blog tour follows on from yesterday's stop at Tatum's Thoughts 4 Today. Diane shared with us her journey in critiquing this novelette. To increase your chances of winning Helsinki Sunrise in eBook, take a journey to each of the stops on this three-week blog tour and leave a comment along with your email address.

He needed the island to himself. So did she.

Three weeks alone at a friend’s summer cottage on a Finnish lake to fast and pray. That was Adam Carter's plan. But sometimes plans go awry.
On an impromptu trip to her family's secluded summer cottage, the last thing Eveliina Mikkola expected to find was a missionary from the other side of the world—in her sauna.
Determined to stay, Eveliina will do whatever it takes—from shortcrust pastry to shorts—to send the man of God packing. This island’s too small for them both.
Adam Carter, however, is not about to leave.
Will he be able to resist her temptations?
Can she withstand his prayers?
Eveliina nodded. “I need to be on my own for a while, and I don’t want to drive far to get that. Besides, I love that wooden cabin.”
Joel shifted on his feet. “Was it that stressful in Vaasa?”
“You have no idea.”
He looked down at the floor. “Do you think you’ll have some designs ready when you get back?”
A sigh escaped. What part of ‘time out’ did he not understand?
“I’ll try my best, boss.”


In far too many ways, Adam Carter should have been better prepared for this mission, but he’d been busy saving souls back home in rural Africa. And everything had happened so fast.
The call from his Finnish friend, Mikko Mikkola, came as a surprise—the command from God to go, totally unexpected. That’s why these three weeks of seclusion at this cottage were so important. Going into battle was never easy; wrestling against the forces of darkness, the hardest of fights. He needed this time alone with God—to fast, to pray, to connect with heaven. Nothing could disturb him out here on this little island.

My Review:

Character Interview:
1.)    Tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?

My name is Eveliina Mikkola. I was born 26 years ago in the place where children’s dreams are made—the home of Santa Claus—Rovanemi, Lapland.

I have a Degree in Visual Arts and am the VFX Director at Savant Studios. I love 3D Design, Animation and Visual Effects.

After my parents died when I was fifteen, I was raised by my grandmother and grandfather, or Mummo and Ukki as I’ve always fondly called them in my native language.

I have an older brother, Mikko. I’ve no idea what my parents were thinking when they named him. He doesn’t seem to mind and thinks Mikko Mikkola sounds pretty cool.

2.)    Tell us about where you live and why you choose to live there?

I live in a two-bedroomed apartment in Helsinki, Finland. Where else should a Visual Effects Artist live but in the design capital of the world?

3.)    What is a quirk of your personality that most people wouldn't know?

Whenever I go to my grandparents’ summer cottage in Helsinki, I will always walk down the narrow wooden jetty and peer across the lake to the island where the summer cottage is located, hoping to catch a glimpse of my favorite place on earth. I’ve done this since I was I child. After all the years, I still haven’t accepted that I can’t see the cottage from that angle and every time I go there, I try. Perhaps it keeps the little girl inside of me alive.

4.)    Name two things you would hate people to know about you?
Just two?

OK, firstly, I think the relationship I’m in with my boss is for my own personal comfort. Nothing to be proud of, so I’d hate anyone to know that I don’t believe I’m really in love with Joel. Especially Joel. Why else would his talk of marriage make me so uncomfortable?

Secondly, I do like to get my own way, and I’ll manipulate if necessary to get it.

5.)    Tell us about your special lady/bloke. What makes her/him special?

Ah… Adam J Adam Carter is a missionary from Africa, and what a man of God. Of course, when we met, that was not the thing that attracted me to him. When Adam prays, things happen. So I guess I stood no chance once he started praying for my soul. I really don’t know of another man who’d go without food for a fortnight so he could fast and pray for a country, a city, and a woman he barely knew.

6.)    The first time you saw him, what did you think?
Did you like him immediately, or did he have to grow on you?

The first thought…what’s a dark-haired stranger doing in my sauna, on my island?

Besides the curse words I let out when I dropped the log I was carrying into the sauna on my toe, the first words I spoke to Adam were:
·         Who are you?
·         What are you doing here?
·         What do you want?

…in rapid fire succession. Not exactly the makings for a romance.

Except for my brother, Mikko, I have an intense dislike of missionaries. So, no, I did not like Adam immediately. He had to leave. And I did my best to make that happen.
Adam, however, was nothing but charming and helpful, a man of integrity who stands by his convictions no matter the cost. And he’s so much fun, too: paint fights, water fights, blueberry fights… I hope all fights with him will be as enjoyable.

He also looks really good in a T-Shirt and jeans, so it didn’t take me long to secretly want him to stay.

7.)    What would he hate people to know about him?

Adam is an open book. I don’t think there’s a thing he’d be ashamed of. Actually, I don’t think there’s a thing he’s done that he’d be ashamed of (although Adam’s so humble, he’s probably got a long list of minor misdemeanors for which he’s eternally grateful they’re washed away in the blood of Jesus.) I’ve never met a man so content with himself. Adam is truly secure about who he is in Jesus.

8.)    What is your favourite thing to eat and drink?

Mummo’s blueberry pie with ice cream and a cup of kahvi. Sorry, coffee.

9.)  If you had to fight, what would be your weapon of choice and why?
That’s easy, my tongue. There’s no sharper weapon I could choose, and have you ever heard how scary cursing sounds in Finnish? Heck, nursery rhymes sound scary in Finnish J

a)   Pepsi or coke

Coke. It’s the real thing, and as my days are spent creating fantasy, I have to have something real in my world.

b)   Tea or coffee

Coffee, of course. I’m Finnish, and Finns are the world's most voracious coffee-drinkers.

c)   Elephant or tiger
Actually, I like Lemurs the best. But, Africa equals elephants. My love for Adam Carter, my missionary from Africa, has to be the biggest reason I’m crazy about these giant creatures now, although I do prefer them to be animated.

When I think of Tigers, I think of the Life of Pi…boring (yawn). But then again, Winnie the Pooh’s friend, Tigger, could just change my mind. He’s fun…like Adam on a caffeine high.

Some of my favorites pachyderms are:  Dr. Seuss’s eccentric but lovable Horton; the age old Dumbo—he’s just the cutest and the only flying elephant I know; and one cannot forget the Jungle Book’s Dawn Patrol (or Jungle Patrol) led by the stately, ill-tempered, Colonel Hathi. Like a true elephant, he never forgets.  Lastly, you just have to love the heffalumps that terrorize Winnie the Pooh’s dreams.

d)   Roast dinner or burger and chips (fries for our US readers)

Definitely a roast dinner. I’m not really into junk food, and like all good Finnish women, I love to cook. As long as that roast is followed by my Mummo’s blueberry pie and ice cream.
e)   Classical music or pop

Pop. It would be hard to create fun and entertaining animated creatures listening to classical music, I think. I need that thumping beat to get the creative juices flowing.

f)   Sunrise or sunset

In the land of the midnight sun, there’s no difference really…our summer sunsets merely blend into sunrises.

g)   Walk or run

Walk for sure. For me, there’s nothing like taking metsä, that’s a Finnish term for a walk in the forest. I love the peace and seclusion—the aloneness—it offers. Did you now that the body starts to physically recover from stress minutes after entering a forest? Can I just stop here and say that I take metsä a lot?

And who wouldn’t de-stress when in a forest? You can pick berries, mushrooms, hunt... I love the forest.

h)   Chocolate or crisps (chips for our US readers)

Chocolate. Have you seen the great choices we have in Finland? Yet another reason I have to take metsä a lot.


Marion Ueckermann’s passion for writing was sparked in 2001 when she moved to Ireland with her husband and two sons. Since then she has published devotional articles and stories in Winners, The One Year Devotional of Joy and Laughter (Tyndale House Publishers) and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven. Her debut novelette, Helsinki Sunrise, releases 22 August 2014 by Pelican Book Group (White Rose Publishing) – Passport to Romance series. Marion blogs for International Christian Fiction Writers and Beauty for Ashes. She belongs to Christian Writers of South Africa and American Christian Fiction Writers. She lives in Pretoria East, South Africa in an empty nest with her husband and their crazy black Scottie, Wally.

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                        This blog is run by Christian authors from across the globe, writing fiction with a foreign flair, for His glory. My blogs post approximately every six weeks.
Real women, real lives, real faith. My blogs post at random dates.

This is my personal blog of the journey into missions I have made and am making as the mother of a missionary. Blogs post every Friday.

This is my personal blog of being a grandmother.

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Friday, 8 August 2014

Betrayed Hearts by Susan Anne Mason

Lily Draper comes to Rainbow Falls in search of her biological sister, the only blood relative she has left. Emotionally scarred by her preacher father, Lily avoids religion at all cost. Her new landlord, an aspiring minister, soon has her questioning her views. Can she learn to trust Nick's heart or will her sordid past destroy their love?
Nick Logan hopes to take over for the retiring minister who has groomed Nick for the job. But Reverend Ted seems to feel the position requires Nick to marry an upstanding woman, namely Ted’s niece. When Nick finds himself falling in love with Lily Draper, the woman least likely to become a minister's wife, his problems escalate. And when Reverend Ted gives him an ultimatum, Nick faces an impossible choice.
Can he accept God’s will and still find a place for Lily in his life?

“Hey. You’re bleeding.” Nick took hold of her arm where a trail of blood dripped from a gash in the fleshy part of her thumb. He turned her hand over to inspect the wound. “You’ve got a piece of glass in there.”
She stared at the jagged shard in disbelief, amazed she hadn’t felt any pain.
Nick scooped her up and deposited her on the counter beside the sink. “I have a first aid kit in my toolbox,” he said. “Don’t move.” He returned seconds later with a white plastic box and flipped open the lid.
The pain had set in now, roaring to life like a fire-breathing dragon. She sucked in deep breaths to cope with the searing heat shooting up her wrist.
Nick turned on the cold water and reached for her hand, his expression apologetic. “Sorry. This is going to hurt.” 
She squeezed her eyes shut at the initial burst of pain. When she opened them a second later, the stinging receded as she focused on the face so close to hers. The intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne surrounded her. Nick turned off the tap and examined the injury, tiny ridges of concentration creasing his forehead. When he raised his head, their noses almost touched. The air backed up in Lily’s lungs.
For a moment, he simply gazed into her eyes. “I’m going to take the glass out now. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Got a bullet to bite?”
He chuckled. “That’s one thing I don’t have in my toolbox.”
Then with one quick jerk, he pulled the shard out of her thumb. Lily bit her lip to smother a cry of pain. Blood spurted down her wrist, and though she tried to be brave, her body rebelled with tremors that raced through her torso.
Nick’s hand clamped down hard over the gash to stem the flow. Lily fought the longing to lay her head on his shoulder and let the warmth of his body ease the chill that made her teeth chatter. Was it the shock of her wound or Nick’s gentle touch that caused her trembling?
When the bleeding slowed, Nick patted the area dry with a towel, applied salve with careful skill and wrapped a gauze bandage around her hand. The warmth of his steady fingers sent soothing tingles up her arm. It had been a very long time since anyone had treated her with such kindness. No one, except her beloved mother, had ever made her feel so cared for. The bittersweet memory caused hot tears to burn behind her lids. She blinked hard to keep them at bay.
At last, he looked up. “Do you have any aspirin? Because this is going to throb like the dickens later on.”
Her throat, thickened with emotion, made speech impossible. She could only nod.
He peered at her, apparently noticing the dampness of her eyes. “Is the pain that bad?”
She shook her head, hating this display of vulnerability. Despite her efforts, a lone tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. Nick reached over to brush it away, his thumb a whisper over her skin. The absolute tenderness of the gesture undid her. She couldn’t pull her gaze from his.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Lily, I—”
On impulse, she jerked forward and cut off his words with a kiss. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, tasting of coffee and peppermint. She stilled, shocked by her own recklessness, but Nick folded strong arms around her and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. She fisted her hands in the soft cotton of his shirt as waves of pleasure flooded her system. Nick’s gentle fingers moved to caress her cheek, as though she were something infinitely precious.
Which of course she was not.
Lily stiffened as reality crashed in, returning her to sanity. Hadn’t she promised herself not to get involved with another man? She flattened her hand against Nick’s chest, aware of his heart beating hard against her palm, and pushed him back.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her gaze fused to the blue buttons of his shirt, unable to look at him for fear of the disgust she might see there.
“Why not?” His voice was husky. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

My Review:
This is one of those books that grabs you and pulls you in from the get go. From it's action packed start to it's heart stopping end, it's a page turner like no other. The characters are real people with issues that get in the way of their faith, but ultimately it's that same faith that sees them through.
Definitely one to curl up on the beach or by a roaring fire with.

I received a copy from the author in return for a review.

Links to buy my book:

http://tinyurl.com/kqk6wdt  - For Softcover

Character Interview:

1. Tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?

I’m Lily Draper. My adoptive mother died when I was 10, leaving me with my bitter father who never really wanted me anyway. I left home at 18 and have been scraping my way through life ever since. But recently I found out that I have a biological sister and I’m heading to Rainbow Falls to find her.

2. Tell us about where you live and why you choose to live there?

I grew up in a small town called Fielding, North Dakota. When I left my father’s house at age 18, I moved to Bismarck—to the anonymous city where no one knew me, and I’ve been there for several years. But now, for some reason, Rainbow Falls feels like home.

3. What is a quirk of your personality that most people wouldn't know?

I wear a locket that my mother gave me with a picture of my biological mother inside. Whenever I’m stressed or afraid I touch it to give me courage.

4. Name two things would you hate people to know about you?

My shady past with men. And that I’d do anything for someone to really love me for me, not just for my looks.

5. Tell us about your special bloke. What makes him special?

Nick Logan is my landlord and a handyman, and is studying to be a pastor. He is kind, honest and trustworthy, traits I have never found in any of the men in my life. I have to wonder if he’s too good to be true. Certainly too good for the likes of me.

6. The first time you saw him, what did you think? Did you like him immediately, or did he have to grow on you?

Of course, I was attracted to him right away — he’s very handsome. But when I learned he wanted to be a pastor, I knew I had to forget about him. After life with my hypocritical preacher father, the last person I want to be involved with is a religious fanatic. The kind that says one thing and does another.

7. What would he hate people to know about her?

Nick would hate for people to know that he’s too nice for his own good. And a bit of a pushover for his young cousin, Chloe.

8. What is your favourite thing to eat and drink?

Pizza and diet Coke! I know, it doesn’t make sense. J

9. If you had to fight, what would be your weapon of choice and why?

Sword! I’m a bit of a female warrior inside!

10. Pepsi or coke — Coke!

11. tea or coffee — Coffee, but I won’t turn down a good cup of tea.

12. elephant or tiger — Tiger, fierce but cute.

13. roast dinner or burger and chips (fries for our US readers)

I’m a burger and fries type of girl!

14. classical music or pop — Definitely pop music. Classical reminds me too much of my father, Tobias.

15. sunrise or sunset — Sunrise! It’s the hope of a new day, new beginnings.

16. walk or run — Walk. Running reminds me of running away. I’m done with that.

17. chocolate or crisps (chips for our US readers) Definitely chocolate! Chocolate makes everything better!

Susan has recently been blessed with contracts from White Rose Publishing, Love Inspired and Bethany House. Betrayed Hearts is Susan’s debut contemporary romance, which releases on August 8, 2014. Book 2 - Wayward Hearts releases in December 2014.
Susan lives in a suburb near Toronto, Ontario, Canada, where she works part-time as a church secretary. She is a wife and the mother of two amazing kids, and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and Romance Writers of America (RWA). In addition to writing, she likes to scrapbook and to research her family history on-line. You can connect with her on Facebook or on her website http://www.susanannemason.com.

Friday, 1 August 2014

Killer Field Trip by Susan Lyttek

Jeanine, drafted to co-lead a homeschool field trip to walk in the footsteps of the young George Washington, looks forward to a fun spring excursion with Justin's history class. Unfortunately, she has to coordinate with Susan Perry, a woman so obsessed with our first president that she comes to their class dressed like him and drives a red, white and blue car. Susan proves hard to rely on. Even so, Jeanine mourns to find her dead and Ann under suspicion. To make matters worse, a sudden blizzard traps them in the area with the killer. Jeanine must overcome her squeamishness about snow to uncover the truth about Susan’s death and learn what young George Washington prized above gold.

My Review:
In this book we catch up with Jeanine Talbott from Homeschooling can be Murder and her two children. This time they're all off on a field trip in the sunshine to go camping and learn about George Washington. Sounds fun, huh? Well... not really. Not when snow and a murder and kids who just can't stay put are involved.
I loved this book. Read far into the night on a couple of occasions and just couldn't put it down. The scenery is so brilliantly described, that I was transported from an overheated UK to a spring mountainside in the US. The heroines love, or rather make that NEED for coffee and hatred of snow was hilarious to read.
Definitely one to pick up and read.

(I was given a complimentary copy from the author in exchange for an honest review)

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Character Interview:
Tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?
Jeanine Talbott. I live in Gentle Springs near the Army post. I'm married to Captain James Talbott and have two delightful (usually) and homeschooled children: Justin and Josie.

Tell us about where you live and why you choose to live there?
Well, I didn't choose to live here. Wouldn't choose it in a million years. But God knew what he was doing when he got us transferred here. The people and the place have grown on me.

What is a quirk of your personality that most people wouldn't know? 
If I'm alone, I talk aloud to myself to help process what's going on.

Name two things would you hate people to know about you?
I really didn't do that well in college. That's a bad image for a homeschooling mom. I never really figured out my career path. That makes loving what I'm doing now all the more special.

Tell us about your special bloke. What makes him special?
James is good at bringing out the best in me or finding good qualities of me that I didn't know I had. He works hard and he's a great dad to our two. It doesn't hurt that I think he's gorgeous!

The first time you saw him, what did you think? Did you like him immediately, or did he have to grow on you?
The first time I saw him, I still thought him handsome, but I didn't trust him. He had to prove himself to me.

What is your favourite thing to eat and drink? 
a fancy brunch--coffee, a tailor-made omelet, fresh fruit and a croissant

If you had to fight, what would be your weapon of choice and why?
Probably a baseball bat or broom handle. Why? Because I'd be able to grab it quickly.

Pepsi or coke 
Neither. I pretty much drink sweet tea for my cold drink if I'm not drinking water.

tea or coffee
Do you have to ask? After God and the people in my life, my next love is coffee.

elephant or tiger

roast dinner or burger and chips (fries for our US readers) 
Roast dinner... but that's hoping I didn't have to make it. If I have to do the cooking, it will be the burgers.

classical music or pop 
I listen to both, but I'd give classical the edge.

sunrise or sunset 
Sunrise. I don't see much of either, but at sunset I'm usually too busy and distracted to notice. If I'm up early, I will see the sunrise and enjoy it because I'm still quiet and somewhat focused on God and what he's made.

walk or run 
Walk. I used to run, but having kids took that desire away.

chocolate or crisps (chips for our US readers)
That depends on what kind of chocolate. I'm not much on candy, but if it's cookies or my brownies, that would beat out the chips.