Friday, April 29, 2016

Feature Friday Author Ginger Solomon and Her Book “Second Choice”

I’m pleased to welcome back Author Ginger Solomon, where here we’ll learn more about Ginger and her 4/28/16 release, Second Choice.
In order to enter the drawing for a chance to win an e-copy of Second Choice, please leave a comment with your email address.

Ginger Solomon is a Christian, a wife, a mother to seven, and a writer — in that order (mostly). When not homeschooling her youngest four, doing laundry or fixing dinner, she writes or reads romance of any genre, some sci-fi/fantasy, and some suspense. She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, president of her local writing group, and writes regularly for two blogs. In addition to all that, she loves animals, likes to do needlework (knitting, crocheting, and sometimes cross-stitch), and is a fan of Once Upon a Time and Dr. Who.  

Oh, I enjoy cross-stitch, Ginger! Okay, let's get started.

What three books did you enjoy as a child and tell us why? I was an avid reader, so it's incredibly hard to point out just one. I remember loving Charlotte's Web, and then a little later, I loved mysteries. One of my 8th grade teachers had a cabinet full of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. We were allowed to check them out to take home and read. I probably read one every few days. I was a slower reader back then. :)

What three books did you enjoy as a teen and tell us why? Oh, sad to say, I loved Harlequin romances as a teen. I don't remember where I got them, but I could devour one in a few hours.

What was your inspiration for Second Choice? Many of my readers begged for Anaya's story after reading One Choice, my debut novel. When thinking about how her tale would go, I knew I wanted to make it a marriage of convenience/tradition type book, similar to One Choice, but it had to be different, too. I had hinted about her upcoming nuptials in One Choice, so I already knew she had a few noble sons to choose from--a list her father had provided for her. Then I explored the "what if" question. What if her first choice turned out to be someone other than who he pretended to be? What if she only had a few short weeks to make a second choice? And so, Second Choice was born.

This sounds intriguing, Ginger, what do you find is your greatest challenge in the creative process of writing a book? Tying up all of my plot points. I am an organic (seat of the pants) writer. As such, I sometimes forget what I've written in the beginning. Thank goodness for the editing process, even though I hate it.

Sounds like my writing style. What’s your greatest challenge after a book is published? Marketing. I hate trying to "sell" things to people. It feels like I'm being pushy or even arrogant to shove my books in their faces. I'm getting over it.

This is good you’re accepting the promotional part, because it is so necessary, isn’t it.

Where can you be found online?
Inspy Romance Blog:
Where can readers purchase Second Choice?

Give us the book blurb for Second Choice:
Set to be married in less than a month, Princess Anaya Vallis’s intended runs away, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Her father insists the wedding go forth as planned with a new groom. She has days to make a second choice.

Titus Vasco is like a ship without a rudder, floating through life without purpose. Until she calls. He accepts her proposal without hesitation.

But wedded bliss does not come easily. Two virtual strangers brought together by unforeseen circumstances must learn to trust each other and God’s plan for their lives in order to achieve the happily-ever-after they both long for.
Great teaser, Ginger. What do you hope readers will take away from this book? As Isaiah 55:9 tells us, God's ways are higher than our ways and His thoughts are higher than our thoughts. Life doesn't always turn out the way we expect, or even like, but God always has our best in mind.

Perfect truth!    
Ginger, thank you for being here on Feature Friday.
Until next time . . . read Ginger Solomon’s Second Choice.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Feature Friday Author Paula Mowery and Her Book "The Crux of Honor"

I’m pleased to welcome back Author Paula Mowery, where here we’ll learn more about Paula and her upcoming April 29th release of The Crux of Honor.
In order to enter the drawing for a chance to win an e-copy of The Crux of Honor, please leave a comment with your email address.

Paula is a pastor’s wife, mom to a college student, author, acquiring editor, and speaker. No matter the hat she wears, she strives to honor God’s plan even if it means going out on a limb and leaving comfort zones. Reviewers have characterized her writing as “thundering with emotion.” Her book, Be The Blessing, won the 2014 Selah Award in the novella category. Paula enjoys reading and reviewing Christian fiction, writing Christian romance and devotionals, and helping other authors realize their dream of publication.  

You can follow Paula at Learn more about Paula at her blog at

What three books did you enjoy as a child and tell us why?
I loved the Little House on the Prairie books. I was intrigued by the historical setting and the little girl perspective.
I also loved Trixie Beldon books. I believe this is where my love of mysteries came from since Trixie was a little girl sleuth.
In addition I also like the Encyclopedia Brown books. I like being able to solve those cases along with the kids.

What three books did you enjoy as a teen and tell us why?
I can’t really pinpoint specific book names, but I loved reading Christian romances that my mom brought home to me from the bookstore where she worked. 

What was your inspiration for The Crux of Honor?
My publisher sent out a call for submissions for a series based on First Corinthians 13, The Love Chapter. I chose the phrase, love does not dishonor. Then I had it in my mind to include some connection with the Amish. Through a series of what if questions to myself, this story was born. I wanted to show the unconditional love of God despite any other relationship that should show unconditional love. We can always count on God. 

What do you find is your greatest challenge in the creative process of writing a book?
My greatest challenge is finding the time to write. I have to take advantage of every moment to squeeze in all I want to accomplish in my writing. Being a pastor’s wife, acquiring editor, part-time assistant in public school, and writing instructor, I have to really carve out time to get those stories down. 

What’s your greatest challenge after a book is published?
Definitely my greatest challenge after publication is marketing, getting the word out. This is the area I struggle with the most. Some of this struggle comes from lack of time. 

Where can you be found online?
Please visit my blog and you will find other links to connect with me.
Where can readers purchase The Crux of Honor?
The book can be purchased on Amazon: Or through any online vendors of e-books. This story will be available in print as well, packaged with two other stories in an anthology. You may of course visit my publisher: 

Back Jacket for The Crux of Honor:

Chelsea Wilson’s life is a constant reminder of what living dishonorably looks like. At every turn she continues to prove her mother’s shunning must be deserved.
Dr. Kevin Alley returns to the old home place to establish his medical practice. After running into Chelsea, he knows his love for her is still strong.
Chelsea is ousted from her small rented room when her mother bursts in, proclaiming Chelsea’s pregnancy.
Kevin takes Chelsea in, giving her space to live on the upper level of his house.
When Chelsea’s baby displays life-threatening symptoms, Chelsea must face her mother. Secrets unfold about Chelsea’s parents. Can Chelsea and Kevin uncover the secrets linked to Amish heritage in time to save the baby? Can the two find love together despite their history?

Oh, this book sounds exciting, Paula. What do you hope readers will take away from The Crux of Honor?
As mentioned above, I truly hope readers will grasp the fact God loves us unconditionally. Though we might have those people who should show us unconditional love, they might fail. But God never will. Though we’ve dishonored Him time and again, He offers forgiveness and love time and again.
Paula, thank you for being here once again on Feature Friday.
Until next time . . . read Paula Mowery’s The Crux of Honor.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

First Chapter of Jean's Debut, Just Claire

Chapter One

A Remote Area of Northern California in 1960

Thirteen-year-old ClaireLee shivered in the snowy night, regretting she had only a cotton gown and thin robe between her and the cold. She leaned against the porch rail near the cabin’s open front door. Daddy had forbid her to stay any longer at Mama’s side. “Not enough room,” he’d said.

She didn’t believe his excuse.

Yelling louder, Mama had twisted about in more pain than
with sister Lolly’s birth. Why is the baby taking too long?
ClaireLee stuck a fingernail in her mouth. She bit and pulled.
It ripped with her skin and stung. I should be holding Mama’s hand.

In the back-drop of the wilderness, the Rushing River
rumbled and at first muffled Mama’s groans. Her cries intensified
again, and ClaireLee’s neck prickled. Mama’s not doing good. At three-year-old Lolly’s birth, ClaireLee had witnessed Mama’s short labor and delivery.

ClaireLee now peeked inside the cabin to see if Lolly was okay under all the excitement. She and their two brothers huddled together in a corner of the bed in the small living room.

Sucking on the tender fingernail, she no longer cared whether or not the baby would be a sister rather than a brother. She clasped her hands under her chin. Please, God, help my mother. Keep her and the baby safe.

At the end of her prayer, the wind blew softly. 

ClaireLee rewrapped her bathrobe closer and tightened the ties. Socks and boots would have been nice, but to find them among the open and unpacked boxes would require effort.

It seemed like days ago when ClaireLee and her family left
their home in Oregon earlier in the morning. Daddy’s new job took
them to the wilderness of Gallagher Springs in Northern California.
A place with a few rustic buildings built many decades ago along
the Rushing River. If only Daddy would have asked her opinion
about the move. She would have told him, “Not during the winter,
and not when Mama was about to give birth.”

A baby wailed, breaking into ClaireLee’s rememberings. Shaking, ClaireLee’s hands lingered on her bathrobe tie which she made into a bow. With an intake of air, she whooped her excitement. “Thank you, God.” Soon, she’d hold the brand-new baby. Who would it favor? Daddy? Mama? Mama promised to teach ClaireLee how to bathe it. 

She giggled. What a delicate job it was, baby washing.

Long, forever moments passed. Then, ClaireLee’s across-the-street
neighbor, a bachelor named Big Red, came out of her parents’
bedroom, where Daddy stayed behind with Mama. Stopping at the
entry of the front door, Big Red’s firm squeeze to her arm said more than his words. “Gotta get the car warmed.”

Her throat tightened; she gulped down her initial fear as it
rose in her throat. She stepped into the snow and followed him. “But why?” Hesitating for a moment, her bare feet sank deeper and burned, and she hurried onto the porch.

The car engine started.

ClaireLee cupped a hand around her mouth and hollered, “Big Red, what’s going on?” He didn’t answer and fiddled with the
heater switch.

Is Mama going to the hospital? She nibbled on another nail but
stopped, not wanting a repeat of pain. “I’ve got to see my mama.”

Before she lifted her foot on the threshold, Daddy staggered at his open bedroom door. He was carrying Mama; her neck and arms were limp. Now Mama groaned and ClaireLee stiffened, pressing
herself to the porch railing.

Gulping, she blinked to clear her tears. “What’s wrong?” She
pressed her trembling fingers to her mouth. “Is something
happening to Mama?”

Daddy continued on by ClaireLee to the steps, wobbling
from the extra weight. Strands of Mama’s hair touched ClaireLee’s
cheek, light as a feather. Daddy mumbled. “Slippery.” His boots
sloshed on the snow-covered planks.

ClaireLee moved to the first step, also. “Do you need help, Daddy?”

Another groan, much deeper, came from poor Mama. Finally, his boots touching solid ground, Daddy swayed with his burden.

Several inches of what ClaireLee believed was a rope slipped
from Mama’s body. ClaireLee gasped. Shutting her eyes, she
squished them tight. No, no, doesn’t seem right. Over the Rushing River’s fury, she hollered, “Daddy, what can I do?”

With a gust of wind, the tree branches rattled like snakes.

Goose bumps slithered over ClaireLee’s flesh. She curled inward
and whimpered. Oh, Mama, Mama, don’t die.

Big Red opened the side-swing tailgate of ClaireLee’s family
station wagon and waited. Mama and Daddy descended into the
shadows, where their images combined to form a cross. Finally,
Daddy reached the end of the car, tucked Mama inside, and
climbed in after. Big Red slammed the tailgate shut and hurried
toward the cabin.

“You’re taking my mama to the hospital, aren’t you?” ClaireLee stood on the porch, blocking his path.

He stared up at her. “Yes.”

All three of ClaireLee’s siblings called to her, concern etched
in their voices. She leaned near the door. “I’m finding out about
Mama, so you kids stay put.” Big Red reached her and she said, “Is Mama going to die?”

Lashes shimmering with moisture, he patted her head on his
way inside. “I’ll get your mother there as fast as I can.” Big Red
disappeared into her parents’ bedroom, where the baby still cried.

More out of fear than from the cold, ClaireLee’s teeth
chattered. Daddy was hovering above Mama inside the station
wagon. Did he cover Mama with a blanket? ClaireLee hoped so.

Appearing before ClaireLee, Big Red brought a kicking and
screaming newborn. ClaireLee’s heart leaped in her chest. Its skin
color was more like a shade of purple than the healthy pink she
noted at Lolly’s birth. The baby kicked its feet right out of the
blanket, toes spread wide. Big Red tucked the baby between his
own chest and his Mackinaw jacket.

“You’ve got a brother,” Big Red said. ClaireLee peered at the baby.

Her breath caught at such a perfect round nose and his full
lips. She touched the baby’s dark, damp locks. This one’s a fighter.
Heart swelling, fresh tears surfaced.

With careful steps, Big Red walked on. At the station wagon,
he passed the newborn to Daddy through an open window. Daddy rolled up the glass, and ClaireLee ran to the car, forgetting about cold feet. She banged on the windowpane. “The guardian angel is watching Mama, right, Daddy?”

“We’ll be back as soon as possible, Claire Bear.” He was opening the window a crack. “Take care of the kids.” 

From where Mama lay inside the car, she lifted her head. Face still pale, the color of snow, her eyes squinted with pain. One of her palms flattened against the glass.

Sorrowing for her mama, ClaireLee whimpered. She dismissed the baby nickname Daddy had given her. Claire Bear. Recently, she asked Daddy several times to call her just Claire. But none of this mattered as she kissed her own fingers and blew. With a quaking voice, she whispered, “Catch my love, Mama.”

At this moment, Big Red gunned the gas pedal, and the tires
pelted snow and gravel.

“Please be okay, Mama.” ClaireLee ran to the porch, shaking
with her cries. Laddie, her German shepherd, crawled out from
under the cabin. He hurried to her side and licked her elbow, and
she smothered her sobs in the comfort of his fur.

From indoors, her three siblings fussed and whined, again. Intent on doing as Daddy instructed, she straightened and wiped her tears on a sleeve. “Come, boy.” Up the steps and through the doorway, Laddie’s toenails clicked, and she followed close behind.

ClaireLee thrust her weight against the front door and shut it with a clunk. From the bed in the living room, meant to sleep all four children, nine-year-old Liam said, “Where’s Daddy going with

Pushing her shoulder into the door, ClaireLee’s chest heaved. No words formed on her tongue to reassure her siblings.

At their places on the bed, Liam and Grayson sat at the foot and
Lolly at the head. ClaireLee longed to snuggle next to Lolly and
sleep, to forget she, alone, was responsible for their care. The
kitchen counter was piled with dirty dishes, displaying the process
of baking chocolate chip cookies for tomorrow’s lunches and first
day at the new school. All of it was forgotten in the chaos.

On a second glance, though. Oh no. Her siblings had eaten the dough, every gooey drop. Except at Lolly’s place on the table, where she left a spoonful for Mama. Good, it is still there.

“Why aren’t you talking?” Liam said. “Is Daddy taking Mama to the hospital, or not?”

Lips quivering, ClaireLee grew more aware of their isolation from their own home, family, and friends. People they had left back home in Oregon. What will happen to us? The children’s faces had
grown pasty, and their eyes drooped from lack of sleep.

Once again, Liam broke into her thoughts. “The blood on Mama—”

An icy draft swooshed from under the door, traveling up the
length of ClaireLee’s nightgown. Shivering, she moved to the middle of the room, closer to the wood stove. Her feet warmed and then stung.

“Well?” Liam pulled a face.

“This happens, Liam, when babies are born. I saw blood at Lolly’s birthing.” The truth? There hadn’t been as much blood then,
but ClaireLee had seen some; she knew how it went. “Come on.” ClaireLee wiggled her finger at her brothers. “Let’s clean the kitchen. We don’t want Mama to see such a mess after she comes back. I’ll wash. Lolly, you dry.” She twisted on the faucet. “Liam,
you clean off the table, and Grayson will put away the dried dishes.” Quietly, the boys and Lolly scooted off the bed and followed ClaireLee.

Standing next to ClaireLee at the sink, Liam narrowed his
sleep-deprived eyes. “It was a lot of blood.” His expression
collapsed to what ClaireLee thought of as a sorrowful hound. “Is
Mama dying?”

Acting bigger than his seven years, Grayson said, “Nope.
Hospitals save people—huh, ClaireLee?”

“I”— she paused—“believe Mama will get there in time.” More sobs heaved in her chest. Her brothers said nothing, their brown eyes as wide as a hoot owl’s. I’ve got to think of how to comfort the kids. But, no words came, and everyone did their work in silence.

After they had the kitchen cleaned, ClaireLee ushered them to bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress and, with her nerves at their peak, hid her trembling fingers between her knees. “Okay, you guys.” Clearing the shakes from her throat, ClaireLee said,
“Mama’s guardian angel will protect her, and the hospital does the
rest.” Willing them to agree, she nodded and glanced at the clock.
“Now let’s get some sleep. It’s three in the morning.”

Sliding down, Grayson squirmed underneath the covers. He laid his arms on top and pressed them at his sides.

“This is dumb.” Liam crawled back off the bed. “We can’t go to a new school without Mama here.” Entering the kitchen, his hands moved as he spoke. “Shoulda never moved with the new baby and all.”

Was Liam right? Did moving into the cabin earlier this morning
cause Mama to begin labor? Her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth, she shook her head. The fleshly cord she had mistaken for a rope was attached to the afterbirth. This means it’s stuck in Mama. The children did not need to know such things.

Grayson’s eyes searched hers for answers she couldn’t give.

Eyeballing the spoonful of cookie dough, Liam grabbed for it. “What’s this for?”

From where she sat in her spot on the bed, Lolly reached out
her arms. “You don’t touch. It’s Mama’s.”

“Stop, Liam,” ClaireLee said.

“Mama’s not here. Why don’t you eat it?” He set it down.

“It’s for when she comes back.” Lolly crossed her arms. “So

“So there, yourself.” Liam took the spoon and stuck the
dough near his mouth. “Watch it disappear.”

“You.” Pushing herself off the bed, ClaireLee rushed to him. She jerked it from his hand and pointed the spoon at him. “Go to bed.”

The dough hit the floor with a plop.

“No. No.” Wiggling her fingers, Lolly screamed. Wailing, she raised her nose to the ceiling. “Now. It’s. Dirty.”

“I’ll fix it.” ClaireLee blew on the dough, wrapped it in wax paper, and stored it in the refrigerator. “See? It’s okay.”

When Liam climbed into bed a second time, Lolly kicked him. “You bad boy.” Her disheveled hair and gritting teeth made her appear more like a wild cat. “Bad, bad boy.”

“This is enough, Lolly.” ClaireLee stood before her sister and
pushed away her legs. “I want you both to hush. I can’t think with
this racket.” 

Grabbing his part of the blankets, Liam covered up to his chin. He stroked the patchwork quilt of old clothes made to keep them warm. “These squares were cut by you, ClaireLee— sewn by Mama.”

Wind forced its way through the cracked chinks between the
rough-hewn logs. After unrolling wads of toilet paper, ClaireLee
tore it into pieces, and stuffed it in the gaps.

Sniffing from her side of the bed, Lolly said, “This place is
horibibel. I need to go home, Sissy Pie.”

Satisfied the holes were sealed, ClaireLee sat down next to her sister and opened her arms for a hug. Lolly scrambled onto
ClaireLee’s lap and laid her head on her shoulder. 

“I need Mama.” Grayson’s lip was quivering.

Those words wrenched at her heart, and ClaireLee clung tighter to Lolly. “Mama’ll be here before we go to school in the morning. I just know it.” Rocking Lolly in a gentle sway, soon her baby sister’s lashes fluttered and rested. ClaireLee tucked her in bed and kissed her cheeks.

Easing into the rocker, she slipped her feet beneath her. The boys followed Lolly into what ClaireLee hoped were good dreams for them all. A melody flowed through her mind, as it often did when she was happy, sad, or scared. She conjured the words. Do not fear, little ones, guardian angels float above.


Noises jolted ClaireLee from sleep, and she bolted upright. Laddie was whining and sniffing on Mama’s bedroom doorjamb. Rising to investigate, she peered closer. Brownish stains, which smelled metallic. Her stomach lurched. Mama’s blood?

Soft cries escaped from her lips, and Laddie continued to whine at her side. She whispered, “When’s this awful night going to end?”

After dampening a towel, she got down on her knees and crawled and mopped the dried fluid. In the bedroom, she flipped on the light. Oh, Mama. Resolving to finish, she stripped the bed and threw the stained sheets in a hamper. She wanted Nana there to help. Nana and Old Papa would come, but they were home in
Oregon, and the cabin was too far away. 

Not even a telephone. 

Why did Daddy move us here?

As she washed and dried her shaky hands at the kitchen sink, the wind howled and the cabin creaked. Dark corners played mean tricks on her imagination. She pressed on her stomach. The knots there were growing into boulders. 

Glancing at the woodstove, she moved to check it. Upon inspection, ClaireLee found the fire needed feeding. Only bark chips and debris lay scattered in an empty wood box. Venturing outside in search for the log pile was not the answer. 

Not in the dark. Not by herself. Not without Mama. 

A shiver slid from her neck and spread through her back. The river and wind teamed together in a frenzy, sounding like a beast ready to gulp them—cabin and all.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Feature Friday Author Tanya Eavenson and Her Book "Restored"

I’m pleased to introduce Author Tanya Eavenson to Feature Friday.

Tanya Eavenson enjoys spending time with her husband, and their three children. Her favorite pastime is grabbing a cup of coffee, eating chocolate, and reading a good book. Tanya is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Word Weavers International, and writes for Christ to the World Ministries.

Tanya, where can you be found online?

Where can readers purchase Restored?


Barnes & Noble:

Restored Back Jacket: Sometimes love arrives when you least expect it.
Dr. Steven Moore is known nationally for saving lives. If only he could save his own. Unable to deal with his cancer prognosis, he retreats to a happier time in his past—to the woman who once stole his heart. Four years after the death of her beloved husband, bookstore owner Elizabeth Roberts still struggles to sustain her faith and joy in the Lord as she raises her two sons. She strives to find a way through her family's grief, never suspecting a man from her past might offer hope for her future. But how can there be a future when he's only come to kiss her and says good-bye?

Tell us a few things about yourself some folks may not know, Tanya. Oh, goodness, that’s hard! =) How about the fact I never wanted to write. Never cared to write until I was older and felt the Lord calling me. I remember my husband leaving for a mission trip and there I was, typing away at the keys with a burden to share a story I had no idea where it would be heading. This was the beginning of my Unending Love series.

How about one more fact, Tanya? Let’s see… The first novel I wrote was entitled LIVE BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT. This story was actually the beginning of the Unending Love series, but honestly, the book will never be published because it wasn’t very good. The second novel originally in the series became the first. Unconditional was published in 2013. Restored was published just last month.

Great! Two books to your credit. What gives you the most satisfaction in your writing—besides "The End," that is? My favorite part of writing, is just writing the story. I love seeing my characters come alive.

What do you hope readers will take away from Restored? I hope readers will take away the fact God is our hope, our comfort, and our fortress. He is faithful--when those tough times come, and they will, He will never leave us. He is the One who gives us hope, a future, and a peace that transcends all understanding.

I dedicated Restored to those whose faith is shaken. To anyone who is searching. To anyone who needs to believe in the impossible. For as Luke 1:37 says, “For with God nothing shall be impossible.”

This is wonderful and truth, Tanya! Is this book’s setting based on a real place? Yes, Miami and Monticello are both real places I used as settings in Restored. I added fictional people and events, but I love how it all came together as Steven and Elizabeth journeyed from one location to the other.

What was your inspiration for Restored? I believe the Lord called me to write. Several years ago I was diagnosed with cancer and it was a defining moment, not only dealing with my cancer prognosis, but asking the Lord if He truly called me to write as I thought or was I mistaken. But through the fears and searching for God’s direction, I learned He did indeed place this desire to write on my heart and no matter what I was facing in my life, that didn’t diminish His call. I’m inspired by the Lord to write inspirational Christian fiction, so people may know the love of Christ. To know the depth He will go to have a relationship with us. And though we struggle, He uses us, He uses people like me, the ordinary, to do out of the ordinary things. Unexpected things—like writing.

Oh, I love this, Tanya, and a Sister in Christ! What do you have in store for the year of 2016? I’m changing gears from Contemporary to Historical Romance. I’m working on a series of novels set in the late 1800’s. The first novel in the ALL ROADS LEAD TO TEXAS series is called The Rescue which will be releasing this fall! Each heroine has circumstances that will drive them to a small town in Texas. This series has been such an adventure to write, and I’m looking forward to introducing them to my readers.

Wow, Tanya, all the research you have to do for writing historical! I admire you. Thank you for joining us here on Feature Friday.

Until next time . . . read Tanya’s Unconditional and Restored!