Sunday, May 13, 2012
New Book Blogger: Various Titles by Betty Jo Schuler
I am an award-winning suspense novelist. My novels include The Abduction of Mary Rose, Night Corridor, Nowhere To Hide, Listen to the Shadows, Chill Waters. Presently at work on a new suspense novel.
I also tutor writing students at
Winghill school, enjoy playing piano though I'm not very good but enthusiastic. And I do voice over work, some of which you can hear on my website:
www.joanhallhovey.com hear an excerpt of CHILL WATERS complete with music and sound effects.
I live in a modest home on the banks of the beautiful Kennebecasis River with my terrific husband Mel, and adorable beagle/lab, Scamp.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Time-Tantrums by Ginger Simpson
Okay, okay, I know Ginger is monopolizing the blog, but her free days on Amazon sort of came close together. Time Tantrums is supposed to be free today and tomorrow, however, there might be a glitch. Still, you must suffer through this post. :) If you enjoy a time-travel with an historical twist, then this is the book for you. The book was previously released as Sister's in Time and one of Ginger's best sellers, but Books We Love gave the story a new life, cover, and title.
My name is Taylor, and I can't think of a better way to acquaint you with the two 'heroines' in this story than to use a previous interview. We might not have put our best foot forward, but truth is truth, and let's face it...Mariah and I didn't much care for each other at the time.
My name is Taylor, and I can't think of a better way to acquaint you with the two 'heroines' in this story than to use a previous interview. We might not have put our best foot forward, but truth is truth, and let's face it...Mariah and I didn't much care for each other at the time.
Interview with Taylor and Mariah from Time Tantrums
Today, through the power of the pen…okay, the computer
keyboard, I’ve been able to bring together my two heroines from Time-Tantrums. I thought it might be interesting to
the readers of this time-travel to hear from each lady personally about her
thoughts on waking up in a new and strange era. We’ll start first with Mariah Cassidy, our pioneer wife and
mother of two children then go to our modern-day attorney, Taylor Morgan.
Ginger: “Good Morning Mariah. It’s very nice to have you here. A reader can only imagine how strange
it was to start off on a trip to town for supplies and awaken in another time
and place. Tell us how you felt about it.”
Mariah: *runs her
hand down her long gingham skirt and sits a little straighter on her
stool. “It’s very nice to be here,
although it does bring back some frightening moments. *glances around at all the equipment and leans back to study
the cylinder-like mike.*
Ginger: “Tell us a little about what happened
the morning you woke up in 20th century Colorado.”
Mariah: “There isn’t much I recall except
packing a lunch for the trip and waiting for Frank to bring the wagon
around. The children and I had
already done most of the chores indoors and were ready to go.” *sighs*
Ginger: “Go on….”
Mariah: “The last thing I remember is stopping
next to a boulder so our son could… well you know. A nest of rattlesnakes spooked the team and I reckon I was
thrown off the wagon seat and hit my head. Frank did the best he could to
manage the horses—”
Ginger: “I’m sure it was a frightening moment
for everyone, but tell us how you felt when you regained consciousness after the accident.
Mariah: *widens her eyes* “Scared. There I was in some big ol’ bed, in a
room filled with strange contraptions—like in here. *gestures to speakers and
control panel* “I had a tube in my throat, couldn’t talk, and a man I didn’t
recognize at all sat by my bedside constantly and called me Taylor. I swear, you don’t have any idea how
exasperating it is not to be able to speak. I had no idea then who Taylor was or why he thought I was
her.” *turns and smiles at Taylor,
seated next to her*
Taylor: “Well it wasn’t any picnic waking up in
your archaic bedroom with your pesky husband bugging me, either.”
Mariah: “Pesky?”
Taylor: “Yes,
pesky. The man wouldn’t take my
word that I wasn’t his wife. And
how you lived back then with no cell phones, hair dryers or nail salons, I have
no idea. *Bends her knuckles and
examines her manicure*
Mariah: *swivels on her stool* “Your husband
was insistent, too. I must have
told him a thousand times my name wasn’t Taylor. It wasn’t bad enough I had to be in a hospital for such
a long time, I couldn’t believe the… the tacky clothes he brought and actually
expected me to wear them to your house.
I have doilies that cover more.
Taylor: “You wouldn’t know style if it was forced
on you…and it was. Those things
hanging in your… your armoire are a
far cry from New York’s fashion center.
I couldn’t tell the difference between your daytime and nighttime
wardrobe.”
Ginger: “Ladies, ladies, we’re getting off
track here. Let’s get back to the interview. Taylor, tell us about your first
impression… in a kind way if you don’t mind.
Taylor: “Can you imagine landing in a space in
time where words like taxi, phone, radio, and Lexus don’t make any sense? I felt like I came from Mars and spoke
a totally different language.
Frank, Miss Priss’ husband, got frustrated with me. How is that my problem?”
Ginger: “It must be alarming to wake up in a
place totally strange and then have to be without the usual comforts.”
Mariah: “It’s equally
as frightening to wake up in a place full of gadgets you know nothing
about. I almost fainted when the
basin in Taylor’s kitchen growled at me.
And I had no idea that ice boxes had come so far. Frozen meat, sodas, and what about that
little device that opened cans all on its own? My goodness. I
tell you what though; I’ll never be able to describe the thrill of flying.
Ginger: “Oh, that’s right. You flew in an airplane, didn’t you?”
Mariah: “Yes,
David arranged for me to have that most wonderful experience.
Taylor: *Her face red, her jaw tense* “What other wonderful experiences did David arrange for you? Did
you sleep with my husband? *Hands move to hips*
Mariah: *Lowers her gaze* “Not of my own
will. Remember, he kept insisting
I was you. *turns accusing eyes to
Taylor* “Well, you slept with my
husband!”
Taylor: “It’s not my fault.”
Mariah: “Then whose fault is it?”
Taylor: *Points to Ginger* “I didn’t write the story, she did.
I was on my way to work, minding my own business when she dragged me into her
plot. It’s her fault.”
Mariah: “Yeah, it is her fault. Frank never would have thought of
sleeping with someone else. We were perfectly happy until she dreamed up this
combination time-travel historical. *cast a stony gaze at Ginger*
Ginger: *checks her watch*. “Oh dear, we’ve suddenly run out of
time. This has been very interesting,
but we’ll have to say goodbye for now.
All I can say in closing is Time-Tantrums is available now. Visit Amazon.com and take advantage of the amazing price (either free or at a very competitive amount.) Thanks for joining us. I’ll be back next time with a book that
features only one heroine. I think you can see how "tantrums" worked it's way into the new title.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Sarah's Heart by Ginger Simpson
Hi,
I’m Sarah Collins, and I’m here to tell you that my… well Sarah's Heart is my story, but actually Ginger Simpson’s book, and is free today on Amazon. When I shared the idea with Ginger, I
couldn’t really decide which genre best suited my experience, so I guess I’ll
let you read and decide if historical, women’s fiction, romance, western, or
perhaps some other category strikes your fancy. If nothing else, the cover by Michelle Lee has to leave you breathless. But then, a little about the story:
After my folks died, and I found myself alone and pursued by
an ugly and unscrupulous banker, I decided to sell what I could, buy a wagon and
team and head for California. I truly would've re-considered my actions had I known the wagon train I traveled
with would be attacked by a war-party and I’d be the sole-survivor. God knows I tried to save my friend,
Maggie, but to no avail. After
what I’d been through, I hardly expected a snakebite to take me down…and it
might have had it not been for Wolf.
Not the animal, of course, Grey Wolf, a half-breed who really had reason
to leave me right where he found me, but he didn’t know that at the time.
If you think prejudice runs rampant today, it’s not anything
new, trust me. Try traveling with
someone of mixed blood, especially when people hold the Indians in such low
regard. Here’s a little excerpt to
show you what I mean:
Set Up – Wolf and Sarah are traveling to Independence but
stop for rest at a mission along the Oregon Trail. The army arrests Wolf on suspicion of stealing from the
post, although he’s never been there.
Sarah is left alone with the priests and nuns, wondering if Wolf will
ever return or if staying to help teach the children is her fate. She’s just taken three little girls on
a flower-picking outing and they’re returning when…
As they trudged
along the grassy path back to the mission, the unmistakable spots of a painted
mare caught Sarah's eye. She hurried the children inside, handing them off to a
passing nun, and then ran around to the front. Her heartbeat echoed in her
ears.
It had to be
Scout tethered to the hitching rail alongside a black horse with a patch of
white just below its forelock. Both wore no saddle, and the dappled mare greeted
her with a friendly nicker. Sarah approached, brushed her hand down the
animal’s muzzle and turned toward the church entrance.
Wolf stood in
the doorway, his dark hair hazed gray with dust and his left eye swollen. Blue,
purple and yellow hues tinged his cheek, but the bruising did little to detract
from his handsome face.
Sarah ran to
him, flung herself into his arms, and hugged his neck. “Oh, am I ever glad to
see you. I was worried sick you wouldn’t come back.”
Sensing him
stiffen, she realized her forwardness and quickly backed away, fixing a crooked
grin on a face that burned with embarrassment. “Forgive me. I’m just so excited you‘re here.” She nervously
picked at her fingers.
He smiled then
winced, dropping the puffy lid of his injured eye. “I would have been back
sooner, but the army took its time in proving I wasn’t who they thought I was.”
“Thank God, they
finally believed you.” Sarah
blinked back happy tears.
“Oh, it wasn‘t
my word they trusted. The
quartermaster was on leave and the only person who could identify the man who
stole the rifles and ammunition. Luckily, my description didn’t fit the details
he’d provided for the wanted poster. I’m missing a scar running the length of
my face, and my eyes are the wrong color. I never thought I’d be so grateful to
have hazel ones.”
“Or me so
thankful to see them again.”
Still reveling
in their moment of closeness, but pained by his obvious discomfort at her show
of affection, she took a composing breath. “You must be so tired. Come in and wash up.”
“How are you?” His gaze drifted over her.
“The people here have been wonderful to
me. I couldn‘t have been in better hands. From the looks of your eye and cheek,
you didn‘t fare nearly as well.”
“Just further
proof that half-breeds aren’t any more appreciated than full-bloods.” He opened his mouth, working his jaw
back and forth. “The beating is a reminder from the guards in the stockade that
I don’t measure up to their standards.”
Sarah reached to
touch his bruised face, but he grasped her wrist, holding it in mid-air. “It’s
all right, I’ve gotten used to it over the years. It’ll heal.” He gave a half
smile and released her. “I sure would like something to eat.”
I hope you'll pick up a copy and enjoy the read. I appreciate "likes" on Amazon if you truly enjoy Sarah's Heart. I loved writing for you.
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