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I haven't lived in the Pine Barrens--so I can't call myself a Piney. But I live in New Jersey and find the Pine Barrens a unique part of the state which is very intriguing. It's also known as the Pinelands of New Jersey. The Pineland National Reserve encompasses 1.1 million acres of the southern portion of the state and is about 22% of New Jersey's land area. It’s bigger than Yosemite or Grand Canyon National Park. The sandy, arid soil is not good for standard crops but it is good for cranberries and blueberries. It is also home to a wide variety of animals. The ecosystem even includes some carnivorous plants. 😮
I've enjoyed some good times in the Pine Barrens. The Cranberry Festival in Chatsworth is fun. I've camped in the Pine Barrens and gone swimming in a cedar bog. I came out dripping red water, which was a bit disconcerting. Officially, it’s called “tea colored” water, but it sure looked red to me.
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Wife, mother, grandmother, and dog-mama, Carol loves writing stories of redemptive romance. When asked the difference between redemptive romance and standard romance, she replied, “A standard romance has two main characters––a hero and a heroine. A redemptive romance adds a third. God.”
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Chance Jackson is starting over. Hoping to redeem the mistakes of his earlier life, he wants to become the music and worship pastor of the largest church in Crescent Bluff.
Charlee tries to convince herself she should not be attracted to Chance. But then she discovers an old letter hidden in the secret drawer of an antique desk. The pain expressed by its author resonates deep within her.
Can the words of long ago soften Charlee's heart and help her to discover that there is a time for singing?
Now for a sweet taste of this new book. Enjoy!
So, who would it be tonight?
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Wednesday, June 08, 2022
Mary believes a special bond exists between people and animals. They possess a wonderful, magical way of reaching out to us when we need it most. We talk to them and they never spill a secret. We find solace in their presence and comfort in their loving demeanor. In MOON OVER MONTANA, as well as Misty Rose, the heroines find a special bond with a horse. Caring for them helps their grief to ebb and gives renewed purpose after suffering a sorrowful loss. Animals can help us heal and Mary hopes to bring a sliver of their special world to her readers.
Mary lives with her husband and hound, Stacey, on a private lake nestled in the foothills of the Pocono Mountains. Mother of two and grandmother to a teenage boy, her writing is inspired by a variety of true life experiences and a cause dear to her heart, the preservation of America’s wild horses.
Long walks around the lake with Stacey lead to quiet times and talks with God. Mary believes that prayer doesn’t always have to be formal. It can come at any time and in any place. Sitting on the shore of the lake with her dog, brings comfort. Long talks with God bring peace. Mary’s strength comes from the Lord and she hopes to share bring that out in her work.
Moon over Montana is scheduled for release on both Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble Nook on June 17. You can pre-order it now at Amazon.
Read what MOON OVER MONTANA is all about:
What do you do with an inheritance that no one wants?
Megan Donovan's broken engagement has left her aimless with only one place to go: Montana. Her estranged grandfather has left the broken-down ranch of her mother's youth. Trouble is, Mom's memories of that time are so tainted that Megan doesn't want anything to do with the place.
The wild horses that David “Cam” Campbell protects from rustlers need a sanctuary to roam free. What better location than Old Man Jenkins' acreage adjacent to his own successful ranch? But Cam's gotten off on the wrong foot with Megan, and that gal's not selling—not unless Cam can convince her that it's best for everyone involved.
But is giving Megan a reason to leave, really the best he can do?
Read an excerpt:
Cam grinned and nudged Ricochet forward.
Megan had no choice but to follow.
They reached a slope, and Cam motioned for her to stop. Megan reined in Sparkles and stood silently by Ricochet’s side. Cam pointed. Golden rays peaked the mountaintops driving away the shadow of night. Megan’s eyes grew wide, and she lifted her camera close to her face.
“A sunrise ride,” she muttered. “How beautiful.”
Cam leaned close and whispered in her ear. “It is, but that’s not the reason. Wait for it.”
Bright sunlight spread across the terrain, bathing the valley below in soft golden tones. Dew sparkled off the ends of tall grass. A golden eagle screeched and soared high into the morning sky. The sound of drumming broke out, and Megan captured a shot of a ruffed grouse beating its wings. A northern flicker pecked grubs from a nearby tree, and twittering black-capped chickadees flitted about. They dove to and fro pecking seeds and insects from the ground.
A soft whinny echoed across the valley. Megan gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she turned her camera toward the sound. The thunder of hooves built slowly and then intensified as a herd of wild mustangs galloped through. A chestnut stallion stood watch over his domain, a sorrel mare by his side. The mighty leader whinnied and tossed his head. Majestic, devoted, and brave, he guarded his herd of mares and foals.
Cam pointed. “This is what it’s all about. This is my passion. My crusade, if you wish. This is what I’m fighting to preserve.”
Megan’s bottom lip trembled, and she lowered her camera. “They’re beautiful.” She shook her head. “No. That doesn’t do them justice. They’re magnificent. So regal and loyal.” She turned toward Cam. “They are, you know. Loyal. They’re a family.”
Cam nodded. “That they are, and I wish more people saw it that way. Look at them. They’re not causing any harm. Cattle don’t graze down in that hollow. It’s too dangerous to drive them down. As long as the horses stay here, they’re safe. It’s when they stray onto the range we rode though, that they’re in danger.”
“Rustlers?” Megan asked.
“That’s what I think.”
“What about my grandfather’s land?”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a lot. More than I imagined,” Megan explained. “Will they be safe there? When you think about it, it’s my land now. Anyone who comes there after the horses will be trespassing.”
“That’s the way of things now, but it wasn’t always that way.”
Megan lowered her head. “I forgot. I guess they were open targets there.”
Cam scrutinized her closely. “What’s on your mind?”
Megan shook her head and picked up her camera. “Nothing. Just a thought.”
“Ah ha,” Cam said. “And that’s how a great plan begins.”
Megan continued to snap shot after shot of the horses as they grazed. The stallion stood at the head of his herd. A foal suckled its morning nourishment. More foals pranced around the tall grass and splashed in the stream running through.
“It’s time,” Cam said, picking up the reins.
“For what?” Megan asked.
“Stay here. Please,” Cam answered.
“I will. But will you please tell me why?”
“Because I’m going down to drive the herd deeper into the valley.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” Megan gasped.
“It can be. That’s why I want you to wait here. I’ve done this before.” Cam nudged Ricochet forward. “I won’t be long.”
Cam pulled a bandana over his mouth and nose, and Megan held the camera close to her face. Cam guided Ricochet down the steep incline. His shrill whistle pierced the air, and he nudged Ricochet into a gallop. The stallion whinnied. Sounding the alarm, he led his family of mares and foals to safety. Dust rose from pounding hooves. Cam reined Ricochet to a stop as the last mare disappeared from sight. He sagged in the saddle, his head hanging low. Megan zoomed in catching the final shot. With a snap of reins, Cam guided Ricochet back up the steep incline.
“They’re safe for now,” Cam declared as he drew close to Megan.
“I hope so,” she said, her voice a whisper.
“They are. Once we run them off, they don’t return for a while.”
“I’m not the only one,” Cam answered. “Along with Brandon and Bean, Colt and Avery also come out and monitor the herd.”
A lone tear broke loose and slid down Megan’s face. “Yet some of them still vanish.”
Cam reined in Ricochet toward the direction of home. “It’s an ongoing battle.” He elbowed Megan lightly. “What do you say we get these two home and raid the diner for breakfast? We’ll sure get people talking.”
A bright smile broke out. “You’re on.” Megan laughed. “As my mother always said, sometimes it’s fun to stir the pot.”
“Then let’s get stirring.” Cam nudged Ricochet and broke out in a gallop.
Megan stashed her camera in the saddlebag and, wind blowing through her hair, raced to catch up.
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
My guest today is Erin Stevenson. Since 2014, she has been writing faith-based romance novels for Pelican Book Group and Winged Publications. She is a member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers), where she has served as a judge and was a 2021 Carol Award finalist.
Grounding her novels in reality, Erin crafts characters who encounter events and hardships familiar to all of us. Her inspirational writing will take the reader down paths of both joy and pain, but always highlighting God’s faithfulness.
In her book, MEET ME ON THE PORCH, Brynne Lockwood has come home to Brattleboro, Vermont after a humiliating job loss. She’s weary and broken, and still hasn’t truly forgiven herself for a former unhealthy relationship with long-lasting consequences. She doesn’t believe that she deserves anything good and can’t imagine that God could ever use her.
Adam and Brynne connect quickly and unexpectedly, but circumstances demand that they be cautious. Now, you are invited to join Adam and Brynne on the porch at her grandparents’ home—a special place where you'll experience their joy as Adam and Brynne build a friendship rooted in Biblical principles, find healing for their wounds, and discover God’s plan for their lives.
Now read an excerpt from this delightful book!
“Are you sure you don’t mind watching Lace?” Adam asked Libby. She’d offered to stay behind with the baby while the others went to look at the Donovan farm, but Adam wanted to make sure.
“Not at all! We’ll have a wonderful time. Does she need a morning nap?”
“Yes, maybe around ten.” He set out the diaper bag and the other things he had brought from the cabin. “I can feed her lunch. We’ll probably be back by then.”
“Oh, I think Doug has a plan to take you all around the area. I’ll put her in the crib out at the cabin and take some things to keep myself occupied,” Libby said, bouncing Lace on her hip.
Doug walked through the front door to the bottom of the stairs and let out a piercing whistle. “Brynnie! Let’s get a move on!” He looked at his wife. “She never takes this long to get ready.” He clomped away into the kitchen.
“I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” Libby muttered.
“Libby! Where are the keys to Cap’s farmhouse?” Doug called.
“Either on the hook by the back door, or in the drawer next to—never mind, I’m coming.” She took Lace and headed toward him.
Adam smirked to himself. From what he’d seen of Brynne, both last night and this morning, “getting ready” probably took about thirty seconds.
“I’m here, Gramps.” Adam turned and his jaw nearly hit the floor. The woman gliding down the stairs looked nothing like Brynne. Her russet hair shone like copper, with long, luxurious bouncy curls. She wore dark-wash jeans, short boots, and a fashionable dark gold, cowl-necked sweater.
“Hi, Pastor—I mean, Adam,” she said with a fetching grin.
He blinked and his mouth went dry.
Her amber eyes were expertly outlined, with two shades of green eye shadow. A peachy glow graced her cheeks and lips. Brynne Lockwood was a knockout. With a capital-K.
Adam had to recover. He looked around. “Have you seen Brynne? About your size, but homeless, with apple butter on her face.”
She threw back her head and laughed. “Good one, Adam.”
He grinned. “You clean up nice.” Understatement of the year.
“I’m sure you were starting to wonder.” She seemed to sparkle all over.
Adam’s heart fluttered. At once, he felt guilty. He shouldn’t be teasing and laughing with a woman or looking at her peachy lips.
You can find Erin at her website: www.esqwrites.com
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