5/29/2015 1 Comment Fourteen Line FridayWelcome to Fourteen Line Friday! The challenge - find fourteen lines you like better than any others and share them. Fourteen Line Friday rules: 1. In the comments section post fourteen lines from a current work in progress, a new release, a soon-to-be-released, or a novel that you published ages ago. All I ask is that you try to keep it as close to fourteen sentences as possible. 2. Post those buy links! If a reader loves your lines we want them to be able to find your book! 3. This is for clean/sweet/inspirational reads only. I like having a family friendly blog. :) My own excerpt is from Darla, The Board Series, book five. The Board is written under my pen name, F. A. Rogers. The entire series is like a serial; one short runs into the next. You can pick up a copy of Darla for 99 cents at Amazon. Out-of-towner Derrick Tavers appointed to sheriff's position in Eden's Hollow. Residents accept him with open arms. See his advertisement in the classified section. Darla gnawed her lip. No way had she missed a classified. She had read every one. She was sure of it. Flipping back to the classifieds she scanned the contents. Between the folded lines, scrunched and barely legible, was an advertisement. Sheriff Derrick Tavers of Eden's Hollow in need of a wife. Send application to Eden's Hollow Post Office. Darla's heart thumped. The information presented was sparse and she should do as she had planned and cast the paper into the fire, but something held her back. She plopped into a chair and drummed her fingers against the armrest. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she rushed to her desk, drew the inkwell and paper forward, and penned a letter of introduction. She would send it tomorrow. Now your turn! Post fourteen of your favorite lines and your buy links then share the link to this post.
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5/26/2015 1 Comment Tainted Dreams by Christi CorbettThey survived the Oregon Trail, but claiming a legacy would be their biggest challenge yet… Sometimes, the end justifies the means… Kate Davis arrived into Oregon City transformed from a pampered daughter of fortune into a determined woman with a plan--fulfill her father's dream of starting a horse ranch in Oregon Territory. She quickly discovers a harsh truth--even thousands of miles from home, on an unsettled land America doesn't yet own or govern, gender still takes precedence over ability. Refusing to be ruled once again by the stifling laws and societal norms she'd escaped by leaving Virginia, Kate begins creatively claiming what is rightfully hers. Until a visit to the land office changes everything. Jake Fitzpatrick guided Kate across the Oregon Trail, and fell in love with her along the way. Now he wants to marry her and build a life together, but a ruthless man from Jake's past threatens to reveal a dark secret, and destroy everything he's worked so hard to achieve. Excerpt: (Jake, Kate, and two people they rescued on the Oregon Trail, William and Margaret, have entered Oregon City. They are looking for the hotel.) At the end of the block a man burst from the saloon and stumbled into the street, stopping mere inches from Jake's horse, Plug. Instead of backing away, the man lurched forward and reached for Jake's saddle horn. "Hey there!" Jake said. Raising his left leg, he ignored the resulting twinge of pain and shoved the stranger aside with his boot heel. "Watch it!" The man drew back and stared at him, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused. He raised an unsteady finger, slurred an unintelligible response, and then fell face-first into a patch of mud. "Drunken fool," Jake muttered, then faced the others. "Let's keep moving." High-pitched squealing foiled his plan. On the upper deck of the saloon a horde of harlots stood clustered together, giggling and shrieking as they pointed toward him. Clenching his jaw, he focused on the street ahead, all the while hoping Kate didn't notice one woman in particular who'd separated herself from the others and was now hanging over the railing, calling him by name. Jake pressed his boot heels into Plug's side, urging him to a steady trot. Thankfully the others followed and they quickly left the saloon behind. Minutes later, Kate motioned to the end of the street. "William, we're running out of road and I still don't see a hotel." William pulled a rumpled paper from his pocket. He studied it briefly and then eyed the surrounding buildings. "My uncle sent me a rough sketch of where it's located, but there are so many new buildings, it's useless. Jake, do you know where it's at?" Jake shook his head. "There wasn't a hotel the last time I was here." "Perhaps one of those men sitting in front of the apothecary would know?" Margaret suggested. "We'll find it ourselves," Jake replied. He led the group around the corner and onto the next street. Buildings, so new their fresh pine scent still hung in the air, lined one side of the street while the other side held only two—an enormous livery and a two-story building with the word Hotel prominently displayed on a white sign with black lettering. A matching sign beside a light-rimmed window read Rooms Available by the Day or Week. They dismounted, secured their horses to the empty hitching posts in front of the hotel, and headed for the door. William reached for the glass knob, then turned to the others with a worried frown. "I haven't seen my uncle in over seven years, so I don't know what to expect. Though from what I've observed so far, living out west doesn't seem to improve manners." He stepped inside and ushered Margaret and Kate through the doorway. Jake followed them, then stopped cold. Behind the hotel's front desk sat Theodore Martin—the one man Jake never wanted to see again as long as he lived. About the Author: Christi Corbett, winner of the 2013 RONE Award for Best American Historical novel, lives in a small town in Oregon with her husband and their twin children. The home's location holds a special place in her writing life; it stands just six hundred feet from the original Applegate Trail and the view from her back door is a hill travelers looked upon years ago as they explored the Oregon Territory and beyond. Social Media Links:
Blog: https://christicorbett.wordpress.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Christi-Corbett-Author/430817400345104 Twitter: https://twitter.com/ChristiCorbett Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/christicorbett/ Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Christi-Corbett/e/B00DC8H5CI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7132469.Christi_Corbett?from_search=true Email: [email protected] 5/22/2015 3 Comments Fourteen Line FridayWelcome to Fourteen Line Friday! The challenge - find fourteen lines you like better than any others and share them. Fourteen Line Friday rules: 1. In the comments section post fourteen lines from a current work in progress, a new release, a soon-to-be-released, or a novel that you published ages ago. All I ask is that you try to keep it as close to fourteen sentences as possible. 2. Post those buy links! If a reader loves your lines we want them to be able to find your book! 3. This is for clean/sweet/inspirational reads only. I like having a family friendly blog. :) My own lines come from my Inspirational romance, A Month in Cologne, which is currently on sale for #99cents! FYI, I love this cover! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JVAO2AE He set his fork down, wiped his mouth, and stared at her face. He never wanted to forget how she looked at this moment. The light shone atop her head and highlighted her natural radiant beauty, stray strands of hair graced the length of her long neck, the silver necklace surrounded by sapphires glistened against her skin. “John, I–I—” “Don’t talk. Just let me look at you.” Shyly, she lowered her eyes then suddenly said, “I need to go to the ladies’ room. Excuse me.” Rachel pushed away from the table and he rushed to stand. The door to the restroom closed and he threw his napkin on the table and dropped his head in his hands. What was he doing? They hadn’t known each other that long. Even if she had added to his list of requirements for potential life partners, was that a reason for him to act like a love-simpering fool? Best just to be glad she was staying in Cologne a little longer then he could take time to see if he really was falling in love with her. Now it's your turn - Post those excerpts and buy links! 5/15/2015 6 Comments Fourteen Line FridayWelcome to Fourteen Line Friday! The challenge - find fourteen lines you like better than any others and share them. Fourteen Line Friday rules: 1. In the comments section post fourteen lines from a current work in progress, a new release, a soon-to-be-released, or a novel that you published ages ago. All I ask is that you try to keep it as close to fourteen sentences as possible. 2. Post those buy links! If a reader loves your lines we want them to be able to find your book! 3. This is for clean/sweet/inspirational reads only. I like having a family friendly blog. :) My own lines come from my Historical Inspirational romance, There Your Heart Will Be Also, book one of the Renaissance Hearts Series. You can read more about the other four books in the series right here on my blog. There Your Heart Will Be Also is discounted to 99 cents! Feel free to pick up your copy today! Amazon Barnes and Noble “Aye, I suppose so.” Exhaling, Sarra continued, “I had hoped for a reprieve from the suitors, but I guess it is not to be. The last one was extremely trying. Sir Henry, please inform Charism to be prepared to take action. This one looks to have more spirit than the others.” She considered the newcomer while descending the battlements. What kind of man was confident enough to travel completely alone in this part of the country? Where were his knights and attendants? What kind of man would travel without a horse or a trunk full of fine and dandy clothing? Where was he hiding his pointed shoes? Gnawing at her lip, Sarra began to worry. No, this one didn’t seem like the other suitors who had come to the keep. Something about him was different. Indeed, this did not portend well for her future. Now it is your turn! Post your favorite fourteen lines and make sure to leave those buy links! 5/6/2015 11 Comments Fourteen Line Friday!Welcome to Fourteen Line Friday! The challenge - find fourteen lines you like better than any others and share them. Fourteen Line Friday rules: 1. In the comments section post fourteen lines from a current work in progress, a new release, a soon-to-be-released, or a novel that you published ages ago. All I ask is that you try to keep it as close to fourteen sentences as possible. 2. Post those buy links! If a reader loves your lines we want them to be able to find your book! 3. This is for clean/sweet/inspirational reads only. I like having a family friendly blog. :) My own lines come from my Inspirational romance, Pearl Valley, book two of the Wounded Soldiers Series. The choir stood and sang in harmonious melody. At the end of the song an offering was given followed by a solo. Trevor straightened in his seat as the young woman from the gymnasium stood at the podium. She sang like a whole host of angels. Tingles raced down his arms and ran along his spine. On the chorus the choir joined in, and the second time around she lifted her hands, and the congregation sang as well. Trevor felt like the church moved with their worship and praise. The song ended and the congregates sat. “Thank you, Miss Dossett, for that beautiful, heartfelt song.” Trevor felt blinded by fury. He’d been right. It was her! She left the stage with the other choir members, and her eyes landed on him. Red hue covered her cheeks, and she lowered her head. He did the same. Unable to look at the pastor or listen to the message spoken, he studied his hands. Thanks for stopping by! If you're interested, Pearl Valley is currently on sale for 99 cents!!!
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