The Lost Heiress

The Lost Heiress

Sorry my blogging is a bit sporadic right now. I’m on vacation (woot!), and dealing with launch stuff for The Lost Heiress (woot, woot!). But I wanted to let everyone know about some of the giveaways running right now.

A Taste of Nobility Giveaway

https://promosimple.com/ps/8056

This spectacular giveaway is sponsored by Bethany House, and so cool that I told them I was going to create a fake identity so I could enter it too. 😉 There will be two winners, one of the coffee package and one of the tea package. Hurry over and enter!

https://www.roseannamwhite.com/p/brooks-treasures-giveaway.html

My big giveaway, featuring coffee, chocolate, a CD, two books (one of which is mine), a journal, a secrets box, and Brook’s necklace. Enter here

 A fabulous site for lovers of Christian historical fiction, and a really fun interview too! A signed copy of The Lost Heiress is up for grabs! Enter here

 Another fun interview and chance to win a signed copy! Enter here

Interview and Giveaway at The Engrafted Word

And another fun interview with an attached giveaway! Enter here

An interview we conducted through Messenger (so very chatty), with a giveaway! Enter here 

Pray Today!

Pray Today!

An impromptu nation-wide Day of Prayer has been called today, to coincide with the funeral of the latest police officer killed. Wherever you are, please join with your neighbors or churches during the 12 EST / 11 CST hour to pray for:

  • Our police officers
  • Our servicemen and women
  • That people would rally against the atrocity that is Planned Parenthood and all it represents
  • Our Christian brethren being persecuted and killed by ISIS

It’s time to stop complaining about the way things are and start standing up for change. But the only way to do that is to stand united before our God. To change hearts–beginning with our own.

For anyone in the Cumberland, MD area, my church* will be open between 11:30 and 12:30 for prayer. Come as you can, or get your own group together. At noon, we’ll be ringing the bell, as other churches around the nation do the same.

May the sound toll across the land and call His people to their knees for this country.

*My church is located at 14407 Hazen Rd NE, Cumberland. Where Bedford Rd intersects 220, turn onto Smouse’s Mill Rd (across from Bedford Rd). First left onto Hazen, and then it’ .6 miles down, on the left. White church, red doors.

The Lost Heiress – Release Week!!!!

The Lost Heiress – Release Week!!!!

It’s release week! Pre-ordered digitals of The Lost Heiress should have downloaded to your devices at midnight today, and pre-ordered paperbacks have already shipped.

SO EXCITING!!! There will be a slew of interviews coming up soon, many with giveaways attached, and I’ll link to those as they come up.

But today also marks the launch of my 2-week long MEGA giveaway! There’s a special tab for it on my blog, but I’ll post about it here too. =) I really love this one–though I gotta say, it’s proving quite a temptation to walk by that chocolate and coffee every day and not help myself! 😉

To celebrate the release of The Lost Heiress, I’m giving away Brook’s favorite things! Prizes include:

~ Ghiradelli Sea Salt & Caramel Chocolate
(It sounds Italian, right? Brook treasured things both French and Italian…and related to the sea)
~ Coffee
(Her favorite was espresso, but she would have loved to have Starbucks Via handy)
~ Puccini without Words CD*
(Brook’s maman, Collette, earned her fame singing a Puccini aria)
~ Brook’s necklace
(handcrafted [and modeled here] by moi)
~ Chivalrous by Dina L. Sleiman
(by my critique partner, and a story of an adventurous, strong heroine that Brook would have loved!)
~ Signed copy of The Lost Heiress
(Duh.)
~ Collette’s Journal*
(Inspired by her secrets…ready for yours)
~ Secrets Box
(Looks like a book on your shelf, but opens to hold your treasures)

Contest will run from September 1 – 15. 

*CD and journal will ship separately.

Void where prohibited. Chance of winning depend on number of entries. Winner will have 1 week to claim prizes before another winner is drawn. Due to shipping costs, only US addresses are eligible.

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Thoughtful About . . . In Response to Tragedy

Thoughtful About . . . In Response to Tragedy

Tragedy always strikes. Bad things always happen. Evil always sinks its claws into people and whispers in their ear, Do something about this. Make a statement. Make them see.

Good people always get hurt. Broken hearts always cry out.

This is tragic. And we all hate those stories. We all wish they never happened. That we could spare those families the agony. My heart and prayers follow those who suffer such things.

But tragedy is as old as time. It will happen. The question is:what do we do in the face of it?

Last night, watching a snip of the news after yesterday’s horrible on-air violence, I heard the victim’s father demand legislation. And I shook my head. My heart goes out to this hurting father. But I also wanted to take his hand and say, “I know you’re hurting. But here’s the thing–legislation doesn’t stop criminals. By definition, they don’t care about the law.”

So often, our human response to something hateful is limit. Make new laws! Take away freedoms!

Our response instead ought to be to fall to our knees and beg the Lord to set more people free–free of the chains of bondage that enslave them and fill them with hate. Free of the influence of evil that tells them they are the only ones that matter, and that such hatred is good.

We live in a world filled with violence. Filled with rage. Filled with people so very quick to judge anyone who takes a stand, yet shouting all the while that those people “have no right to judge me.” We live in a world where it somehow makes sense to people to picket for the rights of an endangered frog and yet sacrifice their own unborn to their convenience. We live in a world that has become self-contradictory in its effort to keep from offending.

We live in a world at the height of offensive.

We can’t protect ourselves with laws. We can’t protect ourselves with guns. We can’t protect ourselves with calls to our representatives. We can protect ourselves only by ushering revival into this land. By opening our hearts before God and saying, “Cleanse me. Cleanse every wicked way from me. Purify me, and then help me to reflect Your light.”

Because, you see, if His light floods the land…then the darkness can’t stand. The darkness can’t cling. The darkness will lose its hold.

The problems today–all the racial tension, all the hatred, all the judgment, all the insistence for “rights” that deny morality–aren’t a legal matter. They aren’t a social matter. They are a spiritual matter. And until we fight in the throne room of Heaven rather than the courts of the land, we’re just, at best, treading water.

Christianity isn’t supposed to be easy. It isn’t supposed to be comfortable. It’s supposed to demand sacrifice.

What have American Christians sacrificed lately for God? Oh, we’re sacrificing plenty to the country–giving up rights because we’ve forgotten that we have to fight to keep them. But for God? What have we been willing to give up–or to fight for–for Him?

Tragedy is supposed to break our hearts. It’s supposed to make us cry out.

But please. Don’t cry out to Washington. All they can do is change laws.

But we don’t live by laws. We live by our hearts. And we need to cry out to the Lord to change those.

Thoughtful About . . . Kids These Days

Thoughtful About . . . Kids These Days

I don’t often feel the need to take on Facebook memes. Especially not ones posted by people I actually like. And whose bottom line I can agree with. But I read one yesterday that really got my blood up. It said:

“Back in the old days we came home from school & did our homework, no game playing. We took our school clothes off when we got home & did not go outside & play in them! We didn’t sit & listen to grownups talk, we left the room until company left. We ate what was cooked or nothing @ all! When told to do something, we did it!!! We didn’t say I will do it later. I am thankful for the old days because it made me the person I am today…. Re post if you agree back in the old days was something America should of stuck to for raising kids.”

I’m still mad when I read this. Not because I don’t agree that America has lost its way, and not because I don’t fear how many kids are being raised today. And not even because the grammar in that meme makes me question that claim about always having done one’s homework (should of–really? I wasn’t aware that ‘of’ was a verb…).

But because if you were raised so well, what happened? Didn’t you raise your kids the same way? Didn’t they then raise their kids that way? And so on? If so, then why did things change?

Why? I’ll tell you. Because it’s not about the things parents don’t teach their kids today, that you were taught. It’s about the things parents still teach their kids, just like you were taught.

It’s not that you were told, “Eat this or don’t eat.” It’s that you were raised thinking, “I don’t want potatoes again. When I grow up, I want more. I want choices.” You told your kids, “You’re so lucky–I only had one pair of good shoes. Look how many you have! Look how hard I worked to give you something better!” And your kids grew up thinking, “My parents wanted better–I want better too. I want more. I’m going to work hard and make even more money. So I can give my kids even more opportunities.” And those kids now rush to ten different extra-curricular activities in their family with three cars, and pairs of shoes get lost and not noticed, and pantries are burgeoning with junk food.

And it’s not because one day a generation stood up and decided, “You know what? My grandparents were fools, and I think now’s a great time to destroy American society.”

It changed because every generation that is given something wants more. It’s because our constant quest to give our children better means they don’t appreciate what they have. It’s because it starts with a generation that’s just trying to survive…and then to be comfortable…and then to have a little extra…and spirals out of control.

And too, it’s because you’re looking at the past through those proverbial rose-colored glasses. You say you always did what you were told. I say, “Tom Sawyer.” He’s even from generations before, and he made a career of goofing off and putting off chores. You really mean to tell me you never did? Are you aware that the word “hooky” dates from 1848? I call bullcrap. You were a kid. Kids are kids. Kids have always been kids. They ditch chores. They test limits. They forget about obligations in the face of the promise of fun. Maybe some learn that the consequences aren’t worth it–but that rests on the parents. So what did you do with your kids?

This is not something new, this tendency. You can see it in literature hundreds of years old. Especially in literature dealing with the spoiled upper classes.

That’s what America has become–spoiled. And it isn’t the kids who are spoiling themselves–so who should we really blame? Why are you musing about when you were a kid…instead of when you were a parent with young kids?

A society doesn’t rot in one generation. It takes, so history tells us, three. Three generations of shifting morals. That means it started with those who are posting these memes, or even with their parents. Please don’t blame it all on my generation. We have plenty of faults, sure! And I certainly don’t agree with the prevailing mindset of many of those my age. But we’re not all like that. And do you know why?

It’s because I didn’t leave the room when the grownups were talking. I listened to them. And I learned. I learned how things change. I learned how they shouldn’t. I learned what I needed to do to make sure my kids grow up knowing what is right and wrong–and what I need not to do.

I learned it’s not just enough to say, “No. You can’t have that. We can’t afford it. When you grow up and get a job, you can buy that yourself.” We have to instead say, “No. We don’t need that. We can spend that money helping someone instead. When you grow up, you can do even more good.”

It’s not enough to say, “Back in my day, we didn’t have this problem.” Instead, we need to say, “When you grow up, you’ll be facing a new set of problems like this. How do you think you should handle it?”

It’s not enough to say, “We used to respect our elders.” True respect isn’t just given, it’s earned.  I respect my elders. But I’m also doing my best to make sure my kids respect me.

Don’t whine about “kids these days.” Don’t say, “we used to do it this way.” It’s the way it was once done that led to the way it’s being done now. We don’t change it by following the pattern.

We change it by breaking it.

Book Review – For Such a Time by Kate Breslin

Book Review – For Such a Time by Kate Breslin

About a month ago, I saw that For Such a Time by Kate Breslin was on sale on Kindle. I’d heard a lot of good things about this book, so I promptly decided my book club would read it for August and told everyone to snatch it up. Once we’d had our July meeting, I started reading it. And was a few chapters in when I saw that the author was in the middle of a veritable maelstrom because of this book. Obviously I was interested, given that I was reading it even then, so I read some of the articles. And some of the hate-filled reviews, many written by people who had never read the book and said so openly.

I was baffled. Genuinely baffled. People are up in arms over someone writing a Christian book about the Holocaust. About having a single Nazi officer who sees that he’s done wrong.

For Such a Time is a
retelling of Esther, set during WWII. It deviates from actual history in
order to preserve this retelling aspect and deliver a victory to the
Esther-character and her people. Now, those of you who know me, know I consider historical facts sacred. So I get the complaints about “But it didn’t happen this way!” It didn’t. But as a retelling, as a “If an Esther had risen up, it may have looked like this…” sort of story, I found it
intriguing. Kinda like when Tarantino killed Hitler in Inglourious. Didn’t happen. But it didn’t stop me from cheering.

Of course, my review has even gotten
negative ratings on Amazon and a nasty comment on Goodreads. Go figure! LOL. But
here it is, and I’ll also provide the links to where I’ve posted it, if
you feel the urge to go press a “like” button…


If the beautiful story of Esther had taken place during WWII instead of the days of Persia, it may have looked like this.

Breslin
tells a tale of a young Jewish woman singled out of a concentration
camp when her inner strength and promise of beauty captures the
attention of a Nazi officer. He whisks her out of that life of hardship
and employs her as his secretary, intrigued and attracted…and knowing
well that she considers him the enemy. That she will never forgive it
when she learns the role he must play in the Final Solution. The
question is–can he ever forgive himself after she opens his eyes to the
truth of her people’s plight?

This is a tale that paints vividly
the horrors of life for the Jews in Nazi-occupied Europe. It’s a tale
that shows that sometimes the heart leads us toward people logic says we
should hate. It’s a tale that reminds us that sometimes God turns a
heart of stone back into a heart of flesh.

The sad truth is that
there was no Esther for the Jews in 1944. There was no victory like in
the story of Esther. The author gives us one, and then reminds us in
her note that that was part of the retelling aspect, and that in
reality, no one stepped forward to save these people. That’s a failing
of humanity.

I’ve read a ton of bad reviews objecting to the idea
of a Christian book about a Jewish heroine, and that it’s an atrocity
that someone would “save” (i.e. convert) a strong Jewish woman. But
they’ve obviously never read the book, as the heroine doesn’t convert to
Christianity. I’ve read similar objections saying the author is
dishonoring the plight of the Jews in the hands of the Nazis by
redeeming an SS officer. Personally, I don’t see how saying that one man
might have been led to see his sin through this atrocity in any way
diminishes the evils wrought by the regime. Evils that are painted quite
clearly as just that in Breslin’s book.

Is it a true story? No. I
wish it were. I wish the prisoners really had managed, through the help
of a brave heroine, the victory they achieved in this book. I wish an
Esther–and a Xerxes–had stepped up. The world might be a different
place today.

For Such a Time is certainly a book worth reading.
You’ll get swept away by the prose, cheer for the heroes, and wish, as I
did, that history really had happened this way a second time.

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