Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Today's post is not about a book, it is about a new project and learning something new.

Way back close to twenty nine years ago I met a woman who loved to weave. She carded her own wool, spun it into yarn and she would weave these amazing blankets and rugs. She had this beautiful loom. I have wanted one ever since I saw hers. For those who have never seen a loom they can look different but the one she had looked something like this:

She and I became friends and she had begun to teach me about carding wool, with the idea that after I learned each step she would teach me to weave. Well since both our husbands were in the military, we never got to finish the lessons in carding wool since her husband was reassigned to another base and they had to move. A couple of weeks ago one of my online friends shared a link to a small board that came with instructions for a simple weaving project. I thought about it for a day or two, and then decided to order the board.

My little loom:

You can order your own by clicking the link below.

This past weekend I sat down and started my very first weaving project.  I am loving it!  I would not have ordered this board a few years ago because I just would not have had time to sit down to work on it.  With my boys grown I have a little spare time on my hands so I figured why not do something for myself?  For the last twenty-seven years I have spent my time putting my interest's on the back burner so to speak. Now is the time to start looking into what I am interested in doing and to just do it.
For all you mom's and dad's out there who find that the nest is empty and you do not know what to do with all that quite time, I encourage you to do something that you always wanted to do. Learn a new skill, go to college, buy a kayak, learn to mountain climb, take up photography. Whatever sparked an interest in you long ago, whatever you have kept a spark for over the years, now is the time to take the spark and make it a flame.
Go find yourself!!

Monday, September 22, 2014

I enjoyed reading this book. The character development is excellent. The story pulls you in and transports you back in time.  You feel as if you are there walking the streets of old England, or standing in the shop while customers come and go.  You want to reach out and touch their sleeves, and you just know you are  smelling the herbs in Charlotte's shop. To be able to make the reader feel as if they are standing in the midst of the story is truly a gift and Tracey Devlyn Displays  her mastery of that gift in this book.

Below you will find an except from the book and the link for a giveaway being held by the author. Also please be sure to visit the other blogs listed below. 

Night Storm

Book One, Bones and Gemstones series

A promising young apothecary picks up the pieces of her life, only to collide with the ruthless thief-taker who once shattered her dreams and her heart.

When the love of his life chose an apprenticeship in Scotland over his marriage proposal, thief-taker Cameron Adair buried himself in his work--building an unmatched network of underworld spies. Forged by his reputation as a ruthless, greed-driven businessman, he has amassed a fortune. But he has one vulnerable spot in his armor--a brilliant, green-eyed apothecary, who continues to haunt his heart. When a murder investigation brings him back into contact with Charlotte Fielding, Cameron sets aside the past to find a killer and to distract a headstrong apothecary, clue by clue, kiss by kiss.

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 A little about the author:

Tracey Devlyn

Tracey Devlyn is an award-winning author who writes historical romantic thrillers (translation: a slightly more grievous journey toward the heroine’s happy ending). She’s a co-founder of Romance University, a group blog dedicated to readers and writers of romance, and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, Chicagoland’s exciting new reading salon devoted to romantic fiction.

An Illinois native, Tracey spends her evenings harassing her once-in-a-lifetime husband and her weekends torturing her characters. For more information on Tracey, including her Internet haunts, contest updates, and details on her upcoming novels, please visit her website.

Connect with Tracey:
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Night Storm


In the distance, Charlotte Fielding spotted the simple, white-lettered sign that marked her destination. Apothecary. The tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders since entering the Whitley residence loosened its biting grip. The strain between husband and wife had not lifted in her two-day absence. If anything, it had grown worse, now that Mr. Whitley felt well enough to defend himself.

Charlotte’s brisk pace slowed. A man was slumped on the pavement between her shop and the boarded-up bakery next door. He sat with one leg stretched out across the walkway, the other bent at an angle. The rim of his hat protected his face from identification. So, too, did the long black woolen coat and matching muffler around his neck.

The tension in Charlotte’s shoulders returned full force. Even though she could not identify him, she knew what he wasn’t—a beggar. Everything about him was too fine for him to be living in the streets. She glanced around, checking the evening shadows as best she could with only lamplight to aid her. Anderson’s lending library, Patterson’s coffee shop, Gertrude’s lace boutique, Tilly’s former bakery—they all stood silent and free of loitering troublemakers and customers. If she cried out for help, would the shopkeepers hear her from their snug, upstairs apartments?

She considered entering through the back of her building, an area normally reserved for deliveries, but she couldn’t bring herself to venture down the dank, narrow alleyway at this time of night. Drawing in a calming breath, she reached into her reticule and pulled out her pouch of pepper. A poor defense, she knew, but she always kept it, thinking it would give her a small chance of escape if thrown in an assailant’s face.

Increasing her pace, she stopped in front of her shop’s weathered door, the color of a cloud-streaked blue sky. The man remained motionless, silent. Eerily so. She experienced a moment of indecision. Should she nudge him? Could he be hurt and in need of assistance? Or should she continue on inside her own shop and mind her own business?

“Hello, Charley.” The voice was unmistakable.

A chill started at the base of her neck and swept through her body. Bone deep and breath stealing. With slow, precise movements, her gaze lowered to the source of the too-familiar voice. A voice that belonged to the only man who had ever called her Charley.

The man’s uplifted face revealed itself. Thick, bold eyebrows stood out on a pale, pain-filled face. A once-beloved face. Cameron Adair. What little air she had left disappeared at the sight of Cam—Cameron. Other than a brief glimpse of him a few months ago, she hadn’t seen him for years. But she would have known him anywhere. The shock of seeing him held her immobile, terrified in a way she hadn’t been since the early days of their falling out.

“Charley, I need your help.”

His words, laced with a strain born of hard-fought control, snapped her out of the past and plunged her back into the present. Cameron Adair was sprawled at her door, hurt, needing her help.

 She slid her key into the lock. Metal scratched against metal until she heard a familiar click. Setting her bag inside the door, she returned outside. “Are you able to get to your feet?” She managed to keep her voice calm, unaffected. But inside, a violent tremor began and a maelstrom of questions flooded her mind. Why come to her? Where was he hurt? Why show up on her doorstep after complete and utter silence for five miserable years?

Carefully, she folded her hands at her waist and locked her knees before she could humiliate herself with senseless emotion. She had decided long ago to waste no more of it on Cameron Adair.

Something like disappointment flared in his blue, ice-chipped eyes. “Yes, with assistance.”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Left leg, right shoulder.”

“Let’s get you inside out of the cold, and I’ll hail a hansom cab to take you to Dr. Hollingsworth.”

He shook his head and mumbled, “I’ve been shot. Lost too much blood.”

“Cameron, I can’t—”

“You must,” he interrupted. “I haven’t the strength to go elsewhere.”

She knew what it had cost him to admit to such weakness. And because she knew this about him, an unrivaled fear forced her to his side.

Positioning herself in a crouch, Charlotte took a steadying breath before sliding her arm around his broad back. Blood, sweat, and a masculine scent uniquely Cameron’s filled her nose. She gritted her teeth against an overwhelming desire to inhale deeply.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded once, his full lips pressed into a thin, determined line. Bending forward, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder to brace himself. The new position put them face-to-face, breath-to-breath.

Giveaway Info:

$25 gift card to any online bookstore of the winner's choice, plus a "Custom-made Sachet by Tracey" – Open for International Shipping

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Also, for a limited time, Tracey will be giving away the first short story she ever published—HIS SECRET DESIRE—re-edited and re-packaged with a beautiful new cover. FREE for a LIMITED TIME at the following locations.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

At Deaths Door.

Author: By Astrid V. Tallaksen

The ability to hear the dead, gift or curse?  Sara has landed in a mental institution because of her gift/curse. The dead are never quiet and they have slowly driven her insane. She has even tried to end her life just to escape the constant voices.   Her family and her son have disappeared.  The doctor at the institution claims she never had a son. She knows that her son was real, she knows he is out there somewhere.  She can't be crazy, she can't have made him up in her mind, could she?  All she knows is no one ever visits her except the dead. She has to get out of this place.

One day she has a visitor, a blue eyed spirit, he is not dead she knows this because he does not just repeat the same words over and over.  He tells her that her son is safe but she needs to find him, she needs to get out of the institution. She tells him as long as the dead keep driving her crazy she will never be able to be free. The spirit is able to silence the dead or at least make them quieter.  Then the most amazing thing happens, she has a visitor. She does not know the man, but for some reason feels she should know him.

Who has her son? Who is Daniel and why does he want to help her? Who is the blue eyed spirit and what does he want?

This one hooked me right in, the concept was pretty intriguing. Sara is not a normal woman. Her spirit friend is not a normal spirit and the man Daniel is special as well. This book deals with the fallen. Fallen angels. I have never really read a book quite like this one.  I highly recommend it for any paranormal lover out there.  You will not be disappointed.   I will be looking for more books from this author.
To Purchase at Amazon

About the Author:

 Debut author Astrid V. Tallaksen grew up with a heart for stories of creatures and places outside of this world. Her love of reading quickly became a love of writing. She spent several years creating content and helping writers to improve their craft on the online world of Althanas, a creative writing workshop in the guise of a roleplaying forum. A self-avowed nerd, Astrid loves science fiction, comic books, and eighties fantasy movies in the vein of The Princess Bride and Labyrinth. Her geekiness extends to annual volunteer work at the massive sci-fi convention known as Dragon*con every year in Atlanta, Georgia. In the odd times that she’s not immersed in geekdom or writing, Astrid loves to sing karaoke, crochet, and spend time with her family and pets.