On the Blog . . .
11 Jan
Have you ever woken up knowing that you had an uncomfortable dream, and then tried to explain it to someone only to find that you really can’t remember any of it – or at least enough of it to actually make sense when you actually try to verbalise it? Now imagine trying to describe
10 Jan
Publisher’s Description Hannah Yoder loves her quiet life on the banks of Conestoga Creek. In 1842, this corner of Lancaster County is settled and peaceful–yet problems lurk beneath the placid façade. Hannah strives to be the one person who can bind the threads of her family
07 Jan
“Come in!” A distinctive accent: transatlantic, possibly Canadian, maybe American. Poppy opened the door. […] Her eyes focused through the dim light filtering through a filthy windowpane and she saw a shock of red hair above a moon-shaped face. “Sorry for the mess.
06 Jan
With her gathering basket in hand, Elly stepped onto the porch, looking forward to reaching under the warm hens and listening to their noisy gossip. A fat snowball hit her square in the forehead. Stunned, she dropped the egg basket, mentally sputtering. Of all the . . . Her eyes easily located
05 Jan
When it comes to male romantic leads, it can be a challenge to come up with descriptions that aren’t clichéd eye-rollers, particularly if the guy is supposed to be. . . shall we say, easy on the eyes? It is all too common to rely on standard physical descriptions like chiseled jaws, and
04 Jan
“Hey, there,” he said. “You must be Shelby Kincaid.” She jumped, her startled green eyes softening as she faced him and exhaled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m-” “My hero.” She flashed an excited smile and extended her
02 Jan
I love a good metaphor, don’t you? Have a look at this sentence I read recently in the upcoming release The Silver Suitcase by Terrie Todd: She lay awake far too long, trying in vain to push waves of grief back into the vast ocean called Sorrow. There is such a sense of hopelessness
01 Jan
“Thanks for coming to the game.” Cornelia looked up. “You’re welcome. But I have a confession. I’m not really fond of baseball.” “I know. But hey, we all have our faults.” Cornelia swatted Henry’s arm. “That’s why I
