It’s been
4 years since Liz
Curtis Higgs’s last novel, and she’s made good
use of that time studying Scottish history and the Scriptures. And now
she
offers a retelling of the beloved Old Testament story of Ruth and Naomi
set in
18th Century Scotland.
Visit the Lowlands in Here Burns My Candle.
Summary:
A
mother who cannot face her future.
A daughter who cannot escape her past.
Lady
Elisabeth Kerr is a keeper of secrets. A Highlander by birth and a
Lowlander by
marriage, she honors the auld
ways, even as doubts and fears stir deep within her.
Her
husband, Lord Donald, has secrets of his own, well
hidden from the household, yet whispered among the town gossips.
His mother, the dowager Lady Marjory, hides gold beneath her
floor and guilt inside her heart. Though her two abiding passions are
maintaining her place in society and coddling her grown sons, Marjory’s
many regrets, buried in Greyfriars Churchyard, continue to plague her.
One by one the Kerr family secrets begin to
surface, even as bonny Prince Charlie and his rebel army ride into
Edinburgh in September
1745, intent on capturing the crown.
A timeless story of love
and betrayal, loss and redemption,
flickering against the vivid backdrop of eighteenth-century Scotland, Here Burns My Candle illumines
the dark
side of human nature, even as hope, the brightest of tapers, lights the
way
home.
Author Bio:
LIZ
CURTIS HIGGS is the author of twenty-seven
books with three million copies in print, including: her best-selling
historical novels, Thorn in My
Heart,
Fair Is the Rose,
Christy
Award-winner Whence Came a Prince,
and Grace in Thine Eyes,
a
Christy Award finalist; My Heart’s
in
the Lowlands: Ten Days in Bonny Scotland, an armchair travel
guide
to Galloway; and her contemporary novels, Mixed
Signals, a Rita Award finalist, and Bookends,
a Christy Award finalist. Visit the author’s extensive website at www.lizcurtishiggs.com.
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
***Special thanks to Julie Gwinn of B&H Publishing Group for sending me a review copy.***
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
James L. Rubart is a professional marketer whose Jr2 Marketing company clientele has included ABC, AT&T/Cingular, and Clear Channel Radio. He is also a professional speaker, writes recurring columns for Christian Fiction Online Magazine and Christian Women Online, and is on the board of the Northwest Christian Writers Association.
List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: B&H Books; Original edition (April 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0805448888
ISBN-13: 978-0805448887
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Micah Taylor tapped an edge of the cryptic letter against his palm as he stared out the massive windows of his corner office overlooking Puget Sound.
Why would a great uncle he'd never known build a home for him? Oregon coast. Cannon Beach. Right on the ocean; at least that's what the letter claimed. Probably some joke his VP's cooked up, inspired by the picture he'd hung in the conference room a few months ago of Ecola State Park. Great kid memories from that slice of paradise. Was it only fifteen years ago? Felt longer.
Micah smiled. This was exactly the kind of prank his team might try to pull off. No one would ever accuse RimSoft's culture of being stoic.
But if the letter was real—
"Time to go boss."
Shannon stood in the doorway, eyes bright behind her Versace glasses, short-cropped salt and pepper hair outlining her china doll face. She'd been Micah’s administrative assistant for three years. Smart and not easily intimidated, what bubbled in her five-foot-four frame made her one of the strongest links in his company's chain.
“I hate being called boss.”
“Yes, I know.” She pulled her glasses down and gave him her pirate look over the top of them.
Micah laughed and glanced once more at the letter announcing his inheritance.
He grabbed his notebook and wagged his finger at Shannon as they walked out of his office. “You shouldn’t call someone boss when you’re almost old enough to be their m—"
"—much older sister.”
“Right,” Micah said as they fell into step and marched down the halls of RimSoft.
Friday morning. He loved Fridays; not just because they launched the weekend like a blast of summer morning sun, but because of his weekly team meeting. The creativity his team pumped out astounded him. He might not get hired at his own company if he applied. If employing people better than yourself were an Olympic event Micah would be swimming in gold.
As they turned the final corner on the way to the conference room, Kelli Kay, one of Micah’s more talented programmers, approached. “Want to hear something really cool?” Her red curls bounced like a slinky.
“Absolutely.” Micah kept walking—now backward—his Nike’s scuffing lightly on the teal carpet. Single mom until four months ago, Kelli put herself through computer school, while working forty hours a week and taking care of her ten-year-old kid. Never complained about fifty hour weeks. Never complained about sixty hour weeks.
“My kid won that art contest I told you about last week; he’s headed to LA this summer to compete in the national—"
“You serious? Listen, if he places, let’s fly him, and you, and that new husband of yours to New York to see the MET. I'll bring Julie and we'll all go check out the art with him and time it so we catch a Mariner’s Yankees game.”
“Really?” Kelli half-jogged to keep up with Micah.
“Absolutely. RimSoft's already made $2 million off that little anti-virus program you developed last year. You're amazing," Micah said.
He turned and picked up his pace. Shannon picked up hers too, her white Adidas running shoes helping in the effort. He couldn't believe this was the same women who showed up her first day wearing three-inch heals and a business suit straight out of Uptight Dresses for Corporate America. Micah told her to get rid of the heels and put on whatever she loved wearing and felt comfortable in.
“You could actually stop when you talk to people," Shannon said.
Micah laughed. "We have a meeting. You know, the company? Work to do. Software programs to develop. Lots of sales. Happy stockholders. Make money. All that stuff.” He brushed past a lush, broad leafed Dracaena plan and walked faster.
“They just want more time with you, to know you like them."
“I like everyone. But, to be sure, let's get out an e-mail that says ‘From Micah Taylor. To you. I like you. I really, really like you.’ ” He turned, pushed open the conference room door and held it for Shannon. He returned her glare with an impish grin.
The conference room was small but comfortable. No vaulted ceiling, no massive table, just two light tan leather couches and six overstuffed espresso brown chairs all circling the center of the room. RimSoft's version of Camelot. The room wasn't designed for ego, it was crafted for efficiency.
The couches held two people each. On one couch sat Micah's head of legal with his jet-black hair and John Lennon glasses. Next to him slumped his VP of mergers and acquisitions; thirty-one years old but looked fifty with his premature gray hair. On the other couch perched his VP of marketing, looking more every day like a young Oprah. Next to her sat his Chief Financial officer. Two of Micah's software development VP's sat in the chairs.
Shannon sat in a chair, Micah paced in front of his.
On a table in the center of the room sat a steaming pot filling the air with the aroma of Starbuck's coffee. Clumped next to it were mugs from Disneyland, the University of Washington Huskies, and cups with RimSoft's logo on them.
Good. All the pieces were in place. Time to check out the condition of the chess board.
“All right,” Micah said, a slice above his normal volume. “Let's roll. Where are we at with the i2-Rock alliance?”
“Done," his mergers VP said.
"We love their hardware; they still love our software, right?"
"Madly."
“Excellent, great work.” Micah focused on Oprah's twin. “Is the ad layout done for Wired?"
"Yep."
"Last one you did was a home run into the rafters so let’s keep the hits coming.” He turned to his right. “Beta testing on version four is done, right?”
“Finished Wednesday.”
“Very nice work, I can’t believe you already have it almost bug free.” Micah looked at the head of his legal team. “You’ve finished the docs for the merger with Reeda?”
“Not quite." The man glanced up at Micah. "We’re almost there.”
Micah whipped his pen around on his yellow note pad like a poor man's Picasso. “This is a sketch of underwear. But not just ordinary underwear, its asbestos underwear. You need a pair.”
“Why?” asked the head of legal.
“Well, you said your team would be done on Tuesday. It’s now Friday. So since it isn’t done, your team falls into the category of ‘liar, liar, pants on fire.’ I would think the asbestos underwear would help squelch the flames a bit.”
The head of legal flushed and mumbled, “We’ll get it done by the end of the day.”
“You’re excellent at law but this is the third time you’ve delayed us this quarter. Unacceptable.”
One of his team cleared their throat. The rest glued their eyes to the agenda.
A half-hour later Micah glanced at each member of his team. “Thank you. For two things. First, for being good enough at what you do that this company could no doubt survive without me. Second, for not being so good there’s no room left for my input.” He smiled, grabbed his notebook, and strode toward the door.
Too harsh in there on Mr. Always-Late-Legal? Probably. But why couldn't the guy just do his job on time? Did Micah have to do every job at RimSoft? If there was time he would. He doubted any of them believed his 'good enough that the company could run without me' speech. RimSoft couldn't. Always picking up the broken pieces was part of running a company. But it exhausted him. There had to be a way to get free of it. Trusting other people to come through? Wouldn't happen in this lifetime.
Shannon stepped into the hallway just ahead of him and clipped toward her desk like an Olympic speed walker.
In two bounds Micah, caught up to her. “Hey, slow down.”
She walked faster and didn’t respond.
“You’ve got that ‘Micah was a jerk’ look again.”
“Hmm.” She looked up at him with a thin lipped smile.
They walked seven paces in silence. “That’s not who I really am."
“Oh?”
Four more paces.
“You’re right, I was a royal jerk in there,” he whispered. His face grew warm as he fingered the scar on his left palm. “It’s just … some realities about life have stuck with me whether I wanted them to or not.”
“So you weren’t this way from birth?”
He hoped the tiny shake of his head was imperceptible. “Only since I was eight.”
"Zero! Zilch! Nada! That's what you'll always be, kid!"
The rest of the scene—the blood, the abandonment—tried to surface but Micah
slammed the vault to his heart shut and the memory faded.
By the time he arrived at his office, his breathing had steadied and his focus shifted to the letter from his great uncle sitting on his teak desk. Micah picked it up. The yellowed paper was probably white once, though the fluid cursive writing looked as crisp as if it had been scrawled yesterday.
The envelope it came in had been sealed with wax, the outline of a lion’s head distinct in the dark-blue paraffin. Micah settled into his black leather chair and stared at the name above the return address on the envelope. Archie Taylor. Definitely strange.
Archie was his great uncle whom he knew less than a paragraph about. He’d been dead since the early ‘90s, and Micah had never met him. He knew Archie had made quite a bit of money and hadn’t married, but the rest had always been a mystery. Until Micah’s late teens, he hadn’t known Archie existed. When he asked, his dad would only say Archie was a strange man. A man to stay away from. He opened the letter and wondered once more if what it promised was real.
September 27, 1989
Dear Micah,
You are likely shocked to have received this letter as we never had the opportunity to know each other. The reason for the letter will surprise you more.
I have asked a friend to mail it when you turn thirty-five or when you acquire enough financial resources that you no longer need to labor. Consequently, if you are reading this letter before reaching your 35th birthday you have already made a significant amount of money, which is sometimes a beneficial occurrence at a young age, but usually is not.
If my instructions have been carried out, a home was built during the past five months on the Oregon coast, four miles south of Cannon Beach. I designed it for you.
P.S. There should be a key enclosed with this letter as well as a card with the address.
Micah reread the last line and frowned. 'The home is all you?' Typo. Must mean all yours.
Intriguing. One of his fave places in another life. If there was a home on the northern Oregon coast with his name on it, it was an adventure worth checking out. Soon. Micah read the letter for the third time that morning. Definitely soon.
***
A noise in the hall made him look up. Julie. Perfect business partner. Recent romantic partner. Tenacious tennis partner.
Her shoulder-length blond hair bounced as she pranced through the door of his office, crisp beige suit complementing her gleaming pearly whites.
“Hey!" Micah rose from his desk and opened his arms.
When she reached him, she ruffled his dark brown hair and kissed him softly.
The faint scent of Safari floated up to him. She never wore too much, almost not enough. Julie. Powerful yet could be tender. Driven and radiant. Nice to have her back.
“How was the trip?” he asked.
“We’re richer. But glad it’s over.” Julie slid out of her blazer, flicked a piece of lint off the lapel, and laid the coat across the back of Micah’s milk chocolate brown chair and patted it once. “I did find the perfect SLR digital camera to add to my collection. You’ll model for me, please? Your baby-blue eyes are worth taking up seventy or eighty megs on my laptop."
When they’d started RimSoft five years ago he never imagined they’d strike such a rich vein in the software gold rush. Of course he’d never imagined their long-term platonic relationship budding into romance either.
Micah sat down and stared at Archie's letter.
“You with me here?" Julie said, leaning against Micah's desk.
"Huh?"
“I asked about Monday's board meeting and I think waiting five seconds for a response is long enough." She laughed.
“Sorry, didn't hear you. Brain freeze. I got a bizarre letter from a long lost relative. In fact this weekend I might go—“
Julie pressed two fingers against his lips. “We cannot allow those thoughts to escape.”
“What thoughts?”
“Of nixing our Whistler trip this weekend. You and me and snow and spring skiing and fireplaces and old, old bottles of cabernet. Ring any bells?”
“Hmm.” He grinned sheepishly.
“You better have a really, really good reason if you're canceling.” She straightened the collar of his olive-green polo shirt.
"Apparently I’ve inherited a house right on the ocean, just south of Cannon Beach."
"Cannon Beach?" A scowl flashed across her face.
"What?" Micah said.
"Nothing. Let me see something." Julie leaned over him as her red fingernails danced over his keyboard until a sampling of Cannon Beach homes for sale flashed on screen. "Take a look at these prices." She tapped on his monitor. "You're little gift could be worth $3 million plus. Throw a sign on it, make some quick cash."
"It's probably just a shack. Or maybe the letter's a hoax."
"Where did this mystery shack come from?"
He picked up the letter and bounced it up and down on his palm. "My great-uncle, whom I never met, had it built for me."
"You never met him and he gives you a house at Cannon Beach?"
"Weird huh?" Micah opened his palms. "So, this weekend, want to come check it out with me?"
Julies shoulders sagged. "Instead of Whistler?"
"You're right." He ran his finger over the surface of the letter. "Let's go skiing."
"Wow. You're really curious aren't you?"
Julie didn’t wait for an answer. A few seconds later Google Earth splashed onto Micah's monitor.
"Address?" Julie said.
Micah read it to her off the letter. A few seconds later they gazed at a patch of dirt overlooking the ocean.
"Not even a shack," Julie said.
"Maybe, maybe not." Micah punched a few keys. "Look. That satellite image is seven months old. Archie's letter says the home was built by somebody during the past five months." Micah gaze stayed riveted on his screen. "There could be—"
"How 'bout I make you a deal so you can go to the beach, Mr. Break-My-Heart.”
Hey, it’s not that important for—“
“No, no, stay with me here. If you switch out our weekend at Whistler for a week in the Alps, we have a deal.”
“So you'll come with me this weekend?"
"No."
"What?"
Julie sighed and looked out the window. " The ocean and I don't get along."
"Interesting. Another fascinating secret about my fascinating partner is revealed." Micah leaned back with his hands behind his head. "This is a story I need to know."
"No, you don't. That story has no admittance stamped on it in blood red letters."
This review is for Book #1: Sunrise in the
West (this volume has all four stories, but it will be reviewed in parts
during the Sourcebooks Summer Book Club)
My
Review:
I must admit that this is different from any other historical fiction book I have read. I think I tend to read ones that are lighter reading and this is just a little bit weightier. I think that comes from the story itself and also from the historical language used. I actually had to think about what I was reading. And while I haven't quite finished the first story (due to having to wade through it, I will definitely leave myself more time next month to read the second installment), I am enjoying this book. It is not a light read by far, but it is enjoyable once you settle in and start reading and getting use to the language.
Now those of you who read more historical fiction than I do, this probably will be no problem for you - you may be used to it. I admit it, I actually read a lot of fluff, and that is what I like - pure escapism that I don't have to think about. However, The Brothers of Gwynedd definitely has a place and I honestly wish I had a book club I could suggest to read it to and I could participate in. There is lots to discuss.
The first story is only a little over 180 pages, but it takes awhile. I will finish reading it to gear up for story #2 next month, but also because I want to finish it. I can see it is a great story and I do love to read a good story.
This book has been touring the blogs this week so check out some others and see what they thought. We are also having a chat that is hosted by Amy of Passages
of the Past on Monday, May 24 from 7:00pm-9:00pm
EST, so check out Amy's blog for more details on that.
And check back here next month for my thoughts on the second book in the series, The Dragon at Noonday. About the
Book:
A Burning Desire for One Country, One Love, and One Legacy That Will
Last Forever.
Llewelyn, prince of Gwynedd, dreams of a Wales united against the
English, but first he must combat enemies nearer home. Llewelyn and his
brothers—Owen Goch, Rhodri, and David—vie for power among themselves
and with the English king, Henry III. Despite the support of his
beloved wife, Eleanor, Llewelyn finds himself trapped in a situation
where the only solution could be his very downfall...
Originally published in England as four individual novels, The
Brothers of Gwynedd transports you to a world of chivalry, gallant
heroes, and imprisoned damsels; to star-crossed lovers and glorious
battle scenes; and is Edith Pargeter’s absorbing tale of tragedy,
traitors, and triumph of the heart.
About
the Author (from Goodreads.com):
Novelist. Born September 1913 at Horsehay, Shropshire. Her father was a
clerk at a local ironworks. Edith attended Dawley Church of England
School and the Coalbrookdale High School for Girls. Through her mother,
she grew to love the history and countryside of Shropshire, her home for
all of her life.
Before World War II she worked as a chemist's assistant at Dawley.
During this time she started writing seriously for publication while
gathering useful information on medicines that she would draw upon later
when tackling crime stories. Her first published novel was Hortensius,
friend of Nero (1936), a rather dry tale of martyrdom that was not a
great success but she persevered and The city lies foursquare (1939) was
much more warmly received.
During the war she worked in an administrative role with the Women's
Royal Navy Service in Liverpool, a relatively brief period away from
Shropshire, and for her devotion to duty she received the British Empire
Medal. Many more novels appeared at this time, including Ordinary
people (1941) and She goes to war (1942), the latter based on her own
wartime experiences. The eighth champion of Christendom appeared in 1945
and from now on she was able to devote all her time to writing. She was
particularly proud of her Heaven tree trilogy, which appeared between
1961 and 1963, which had as a backdrop the English Welsh borderlands in
the twelfth century.
It was not until 1951 that she tackled a mystery story with Fallen
into the pit, the first appearance of Sergeant George Felse as the
investigating police officer. Her other great character, and the one for
which the author will continue to be known the world over, Brother
Cadfael, was to follow many years later. The first appearance of this
monk at Shrewsbury Abbey was in A morbid taste for bones (1977) and he
mixed his herbs and unravelled mysteries in this atmospheric setting for
a further nineteen novels. This kept the author very busy for the
remaining 18 years of her life, to the virtual exclusion of all other
work.
The name "Ellis Peters" was adopted by Edith Pargeter to clearly
mark a division between her mystery stories and her other work. Her
brother was Ellis and Petra was a friend from Czechoslovakia. A frequent
visitor to the country, Edith Pargeter had begun her association and
deep interest in their culture after meeting Czechoslovakian soldiers
during the war. This was to lead to her learning the language
translating several books into English.
She won awards for her writing from both the British Crime Writers
Association and the Mystery Writers of America. She was also awarded an
OBE (Order of the British Empire), an honorary Masters Degree from
Birmingham University and the Gold Medal of the Czechoslovak Society for
Foreign Relations. There is a memorial to her in Shrewsbury Abbey.
After her death in October 1995, The Times published a full obituary
that declared that here was "a deeply sensitive and perceptive
woman....an intensely private and modest person " whose writing was
"direct, even a little stilted, matching a self-contained personality".
FTC Information: I received this book from Danielle Jackson at Sourcebooks for
review and participation in their summer book club. I have Amazon links on my review pages but I do not make any
money from these because of NC laws. I put them solely for people to
check out the books on a retail site.
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
***Special thanks to Pam Mettler, Associate Director of Public Relations, ZonderKidz for sending me a review copy.***
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Bryan Davis is the author of the bestselling fantasy series Dragons in Our Midst, Oracles of Fire and Echoes from the Edge. He and his wife, Susie, have seven children and live in western Tennessee where he continues to cook up his imaginative blend of fantasy and inspiration.
I don't share much personal on my blog, but I had to share this one moment. We went to the Williamsburg area this past weekend for a little vacation for the family. One of the places we went was Jamestown Settlement (which I love) and this was a random moment at the end of the day when Jacob (the youngest) walked up to Logan (my oldest) and put his arm around him. Usually Logan would push him off, but Logan put his arm around Jacob too and I rapidly grabbed my camera to snap this. I need these moments to prove they do love each other, because most of the time they fight, but sometimes you get a beautiful moment like this. The whole trip was worth it for this one moment.
Janice Thompson returns with another hilarious tale in
the Weddings by Bella series with Swinging on a Star.
In this latest release from
Thompson, Bella Rossi's life is nearing perfection. She's got the
perfect guy,
she's running
a successful business, and she's about to plan her most ambitious
wedding yet,
a Renaissance-themed fairy tale come true, complete with period costumes
and
foods, horse-drawn carriages, and even a castle. There's just one hitch.
The
best man just happens to be Brock Benson, Hollywood's hottest and most eligible
bachelor. Oh,
and did we mention he's staying at the Rossi house to avoid the
paparazzi?
With all the
pressure surrounding this wedding, Bella's not sure she's going to make
it
through. Add her starstruck sister, her feuding aunt and uncle, and a
trio of
large, sequined church ladies with even bigger personalities, and you've
got
a recipe for disaster—and a lot of laughs. This hilarious romantic
comedy is
sure to delight both fans and new readers alike.
About
the Author:
Janice Thompson
is a seasoned romance author and native Texan. An experienced wedding
coordinator herself, Thompson brings alive in her books the everyday
drama and humor of getting
married. She is the author of Fools Rush In and
lives in Texas.
Available
January 2010 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a
division of Baker Publishing Group
Revell, a division of
Baker Publishing Group, offers practical books
that
bring the Christian faith to everyday life. They publish resources from
a
variety of well-known brands and authors, including their partnership
with MOPS
(Mothers of Preschoolers) and Hungry Planet.
For more information, visit
www.RevellBooks.com. FTC Information: I received this book from Revell for
review. I have Amazon links on my review pages but I do not make any
money from these because of NC laws. I put them solely for people to
check out the books on a retail site.
My review will be coming later today - but let me say - this is a very interesting and captivating book.
About the Book:
In Legend of a Suicide, his heartbreaking
semi-autobiographical debut story-collection, David Vann relates the
story of a young man trying to come to terms with the guilt and pain of
his father’s suicide. The wild outback of the author’s native Alaska
acts as the ideal backdrop for this collage of six stories—a novella and
five shorts—and mirrors the author’s own psychological wilderness. From
“an important new voice in American literature” (Robert Olen Butler,
Pulitzer Prize-winning author of A Good Scent from a Strange
Mountain) comes an unforgettable exploration of the tragic gaps
between one boy and his father. Legend of a Suicide was chosen by Lorrie Moore for The
New Yorker Book Club selection. Lorrie Moore’s description of the
book is quite intriguing: “In his stunning novel-in-stories, “Legend of a
Suicide,” his father’s early death is announced right on the dedication
page and its cause, in case the dedication page plus the title don’t
sufficiently clue you in, is spelled out as a suicide in the
acknowledgments at the book’s close. But what the book itself becomes is
a fantasia imagined from this fact. Different points of view are
explored; settings shift slightly; minor characters later become major;
major keys suddenly go minor. All the while the central fact remains.”
David Vann is a professor at the University of San Francisco. He is a
contributor to Esquire, The Atlantic, Men’s
Journal, National Geographic Adventure, The Sunday
Times (London), and Outside, and the author of the
bestselling memoir A Mile Down: The True Story of a Disastrous
Career at Sea and Last Day on Earth: A Portrait of the NIU
School Shooter, Steve Kazmierczak, winner of the AWP Nonfiction
Prize. He is a recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship
and Wallace Stegner Fellowship.
Connect with David on his website.
David Vann is happy to do live or email interviews or original posts
for your blog. You can read a sample interview on dovegreyreader.com.
FTC Information: I received this
book through TLC Book Tours for
review. I have Amazon links on my review pages but I do not make any
money from these because of NC laws. I put them solely for people to
check out the books on a retail site.
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