Saturday, November 1, 2014

Thankful Author Blog Roundup Kick Off

Happy Saturday Readers, 
It's November- A time dedicated to giving thanks for all the true blessings we have in life. And to day we kick off the Thankful Author Blog Roundup- 30 authors in 30 days giving thanks for the blessings they have in life. So be sure to come back and check out what these many talented authors have to say.

What I'm thankful for

I am so very thankful for a huge amount of things in my life that range from serious to light-hearted. 
I'm thankful for coffee, for the internet,for each and every person who has or will buy my book, for hot water, and for food on the table and a roof over my head.
Above all I'm thankful for the shed blood of Jesus Christ and his salvation. I'm thankful for my family- parents that love me- a husband and children I adore, and friends that mean the world to me. And without getting to political, I'm thankful for living in a country where freedom reigns and at a time when our country is more divided than ever, I'm utterly thankful for the men and women whose lives have been given to keep us free.

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"If love isn't worth fighting for, what is?"


Love Howard has more than a knack for matchmaking. Born from a forbidden passion and a twelve-hundred-year-old promise, she and her sisters can literally see true love. And while Love has no problem bringing other couples together, her own romantic life could use a little help.

Danton DeAngelo has always been well grounded in reality. So it throws him for no small loop when the woman he’s fallen for believes that she’s been reincarnated eleven times and can actually see true love.

Now Danton is faced with the biggest decision of his life. Accept Love for who she really is, or walk away from her forever.


The hand Love pressed to her brow was visibly shaking. “There’s something I need to tell you. I just need you to keep an open mind.”
“What is it? Are you sick?” Danton asked.
“No, I’m not sick.” Her voice trembled on a forced laugh. “It’s something else. Something I‘ve been trying to prepare you for. This would be so much easier if you believed in magic. If you could believe that what I’m about to tell you is the honest truth.”
Turning, Love opened the iron chest, the hinges groaning with the effort as specks of rust littered the floor. From its depths she pulled out a clear plastic bag that she held tight to her chest, eyes closed, before handing it to a confused Danton.
“This is my tartan, my plaid. Before it faded and was dinner for the moths, it was once patterned in checks of green, gray, and brown. The purple and white stripes that ran through the hem identified the wearer as part of the royal family.” Love tapped the plastic, her finger pointing out where each color should be. “It was a gift from my father. The first and only time my sister’s and I met him, he was on his deathbed, we were eighteen. A week later our mother died in the same moment he drew his last breath.” Needing the extra air Love drew a breath of her own. “That day was the thirteenth of February, eight-hundred and fifty-eight AD. My father was Cinaed mac Alpin, crowned king of the Picts and Gaels. He was Scotland’s first king.”
“Eight- hundred and fifty-eight?” That couldn’t be right, she was only twenty-five. “Don’t you mean Nineteen-eighty-seven?”
“No. I was born for the first time in Scotland during the middle of the ninth century.”

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  1. This post really touched my heart because I am thankful for all the things you listed.

    1. I feel we take so much for granted, I'm grateful for the opportunity to stop and reflect from time to time. Thanks for visiting Karen.

  2. Lovely post and I loved the excerpt from your book. Fascinating. Wow, that's another book added to my TBR pile.