Tuesday, January 9, 2018

BWL Publishing Launches first French Language Edition

The Twelve book in the Canadian Historical Brides collection featuring one book from every province and territory in Canada (with NWT and Nunavut combined in one volume) will be released in both Canadian Official Language. 

The first book to be released in French is His Brother's Bride, by Nancy M. Bell, translated by Marie-Pier Deshaies.  Following is the French translation of the book description.
 
 
 
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La cadette du médecin local et pasteur évangélique, Annie Baldwin devait travailler dur et ce, sans protester. La vie sur une ferme de pionniers était difficile, alors les voisins s’entraidaient.

George Richardson, l’orphelin mineur qui avait été envoyé dans les maisons du Dr Barnardo, avant d’être expédié au Canada quelques années plus tôt, fut prêté aux Baldwin pour aider à récolter le foin. Son frère cadet, Peter Richardson, avait été placé avec un autre voisin, alors les frères étaient restés en contact. La Grande Guerre apporta beaucoup de changements, même pour la vie dans les forêts éloignées de l’Ontario. Malgré leur différence de rang social, George et Annie tombèrent en amour.

Quand George quitta pour la France, ils avaient une entente et il avait promis de lui revenir une fois la guerre terminée. Hélas, le destin en aura décidé autrement. Après un long silence, Annie reçut la lettre tant attendue. Mais elle ne provenait pas de George, mais de son frère, Peter. Lui aussi dans les tranchées en France. George avait été tué durant l’assaut final le 8 août 1918 à Marcelcave, près d’Amiens. Les deux personnes qui l’aimaient créèrent un lien à distance via des lettres censurées. Quand Peter fut renvoyé au Canada, plutôt que de retourner dans l’est, là où il s’était enrôlé, il quitta pour Vancouver.

Malade des empoisonnements au gaz moutarde et sans le sou, Peter trouva du travail à Fraser Mills. Une fois qu’il aurait économisé assez d’argent, il planifiait de retourner à la petite ferme dans la brousse du nord de l’Ontario, mais un peu avant, il envoya à Annie une boîte de chocolats par la poste. À l’intérieur de cette boîte se cachait une bague de fiançailles. Liés ensemble par leur amour pour George, ils trouvèrent du réconfort l’un dans l’autre. Mais est-ce que ce sera suffisant ?                       
 
 
 
 

Monday, January 8, 2018

Tanayia from Connie Vine - Newest Release from BWL Publishing - Native American Historical

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Apacheria, 1880.

Tanayia is alone in the world.  Her village destroyed and her people murdered by a group of revolutionaries who now hold her hostage.  A daring escape on the edge of Cochise’s stronghold saves Tanayia’s life, but she discovers her ordeal is only beginning.

Forced to live in a government run boarding school, Tanayia is stripped of her identity.  The headmistress is bent on destroying Tay, but Jacob Five-Wounds stands in her way.  Jacob urges Tay to run away with him—but diphtheria strikes the school.  Now, Tanayia must make a choice, a choice she knows may cost her both, Jacob and his love.

Editorial Review

“This well-researched novel is taunt with all the tensions and passions of any tale in which the characters are trapped.  That Sister Enid eventually gets her comeuppance (and from a native doctor, too) is only just and satisfying, and an epilogue tells of both the compromises and the triumphs of Tay’s marriage to Jacob Five-Wounds (once a fellow inmate of the school.”  A-!  ~  The McQuark Review



Married with two grown sons, Connie Vines resides deep in the quirky suburbs of southern California. She has published over one hundred short stories and non-fiction articles, ten novels, and has ghost-written two literary novels and one screenplay. The president of GothRom (Gothic Chapter of Romance Writers), Connie participates in local literary events and judges national and international writing contests.





 

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Holidays Are Over - Or - Time to Take Down the Tree

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The man next door, his granddaughter, and her sister’s ghost help bring Rose Asbury out of her seclusion.

 
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     I love the holidays. Always have, probably always will. I can't wait to decorate and I begin before Thanksgiving. This year was extra special, we'd recently moved into our new house - not new by new standards, but new to us. Actually, the house was built in the 50s, so far from new. But that didn't matter, it was all freshly painted and everything looks new.

     I always look forward to putting up the tree, although last year, I replaced our 7 foot tree with a smaller 4 foot one that sits on a table. I miss the big tree, but the smaller one is easier. I guess I've graduated to a full-fledged senior citizen. I never thought I'd give up the big tree and the decision wasn't easy. Although the house we lived in really didn't have room for the larger tree. I had to move a lot of furniture to fit it in.
But that's another story.  Thing is, I hate taking the tree down. I hate taking all all the decorations down. While some people, my sister included, can't wait to take theirs down, and think it looks clean. I think it looks bare and boring. I miss the lights and colorful decorations.

     I'm sure by now, most people have their trees down, decorations put away, and all thoughts of Christmas far behind them. I never take ours down until after January 6th, the feast of the Epiphany (and my oldest son's birthday) and yes, that was yesterday.

     I'm not normally a procrastinator. I've always been very organized. I plan ahead and do things far in advance as I can. Nothing waits for the last minute.  Nothing except taking down the decorations. I put it off as long as I can. I hate the way it looks. So cold and dreary. I mean, let's face it, January is a dreary month as it is. Very little sunshine, at least in this part of the country, Northeast Ohio. Unfortunately, it's inevitable, I've threatened to leave the tree up and decorate it for various holidays throughout the year, but I can't bring myself to do it. It's a Christmas tree after all, not a holiday tree.

I guess I should look at it as a clean, fresh start to the new year. However, they have to stay up until after the feast of the Epiphany, which was the 6th.That's when my mom took ours down, so it's become a tradition for me. The official end to the Christmas season.  Maybe I'll do it today, or I might just wait until tomorrow. It'll get done eventually.
Happy New Year, everyone.

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