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Friday, March 6, 2020

First Line Friday




Happy Friday! It's time for First Line Friday, hosted by Hoarding Books.

It's time to grab the book nearest to you and leave a comment with the first line. Today on First Line Friday, I'm featuring the latest release from Rachel Hauck, The Fifth Avenue Story Society. 







And the first line is ...

Well this was a fine mess.

About the book...

Executive assistant Lexa is eager for a much-deserved promotion, but her boss is determined to keep her underemployed. 

Literature professor Jeff it dealing with a broken heart, as well as a nagging suspicion his literary idol, Gordon Phipps Roth, might be a fraud.

Uber driver Chuck just wants a second chance with his kids.

Aging widower Ed is eager to write the true story of his incredible marriage.

Coral, queen of the cosmetics industry, has broken her engagement and is on the verge of losing her great grandmother's multi-million dollar empire.

When all five New Yorkers receive an anonymous, mysterious invitation to the Fifth Avenue Story Society, they suspect they're victims of a practical joke. No one knows who sent the invitations or why.No one has heard of the literary society. And no one is prepared to bear their deepest secrets to a roomful of strangers.

Yet curiosity and loneliness bring them back week after week to the old library. And it's there they discover the stories of their hearts, and the kind of friendship and love that heals their souls.



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Friday, January 24, 2020

First Line Friday



Happy Friday! It's time for First Line Friday, hosted by Hoarding Books.

It's time to grab the book nearest to you and leave a comment with the first line. Today on First Line Friday, I'm featuring the upcoming release from Virginia Vaughan, Killer Insight. 




And the first line is ...

FBI agent Lucy Sanderson stopped running, rested her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. 

About the book...

From profiling criminals to being hunted by a killer.

Asking FBI agent Lucy Sanderson to profile the Back Roads Killer is the only way Bryce Tippett can prove his brother is innocent--unless Lucy becomes the next victim. When someone begins stalking her just as she arrives in town, it falls to the single dad to protect her. But as clues lead in unexpected directions, can they uncover the truth...and survive to expose it?


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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Takeover Tuesday with Camille Eide


Camille has agreed to give away an electronic copy of this book to one lucky blog reader. You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends January 14, 2020. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 



The story behind the story...

The idea for Anna’s story came on the heels of my previous novel, The Memoir of Johnny Devine. I wanted to try my hand again at setting a story during an era with a prominent social issue that could trickle down into the individual lives of the characters. Wings Like a Dove was birthed by a much different process than my other novels. The idea for Johnny Devine came from a dream—one simple, heart-wrenching scene—and an entire novel sprang from that. Wings came from a “What If” brainstorm. What if an unmarried immigrant found herself pregnant, in a time in America that would make her predicament more of a challenge?

After the central story took shape, the characters took on lives and stories of their own, as often happens in fiction writing. Most of the supporting characters inherited traits from real life, personal experience, and from people I’ve known. Thomas speaks reverently of the man who raised him. This man, Gabriel Johansen, is fashioned after my late father in law. And in small part, so were most of the orphan boys, who are the same age my father in law would have been in 1933. Some of details in this story come from stories of his boyhood.

I didn’t intend for the story to be a difficult read; I wanted to tell a heart-warming story of redemption. And I hope I have.  But as I researched the era, the discovery of the Women’s Ku Klux Klan and their agenda to “cleanse” their communities of certain people, including Jews, meant that I had no choice but to include it. The presence of the Klan in middle America fit all too well with the string of challenges that Anna would face in 1933. And as a side note, when I was plotting this story several years ago, before delays kept interfering with its completion, I had no idea what the future held, what conversations about immigration, racism, and unity would be taking place now, as the story is released. I can only wonder if God had a plan for this story, for such a time as this.

Excerpt...

Anna studied him, the sincerity of his expression, the patient way he waited, the strong, pleasing angles of his face. “How?”
“You can help me work on being more connected, and…I can help you search for what you’ve lost.” He was no longer jovial, but suddenly very attentive, the hope in his eyes entreating, tender. Tempting. It was not difficult to see herself spending time with Thomas. It was quite easy. So easy, in fact, that she suddenly saw the two of them, in her mind’s eye, making a home, working together and sharing a life, loving these boys, loving…
A small gasp escaped her.
“Anna?” His voice was breathless with wonder. He dipped his head closer and peered into her eyes, studying her carefully.
As clearly as if in a waking dream, she saw herself married to Thomas, saw herself loving him with all of her heart and soul. Which, of course, was impossible. Painfully so.
Quickly, she dropped her gaze, blocking his scrutiny. Surely her eyes would give away both her foolish feelings and her dirtiness.
He reached up with his fingertips and gently tilted her chin upward, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Forgive me, but … I need to see if that was just my imagination.”
She swallowed hard. Look away, Anna ...


My review...

Eide’s latest rivets the reader and has a little bit of something for just about everyone: romance, history (Great Depression), and real-world challenges (such as discrimination). (Sadly, some issues addressed in this book are still alive in today’s society, as well.) It’s a beautifully written powerful tale that will likely stick with the reader long after the final page. Grace, love, healing, and forgiveness are key takeaways. It was one of my favorite books from 2019. Wings Like A Dove is historical fiction at its finest.

Anna finds herself on her own and pregnant in a world that is intolerant of Jews. Yet through it all, she is courageous and perseveres, overcoming obstacles no one should have to face. Along the way, she encounters a group of orphans, and together they’ll each learn from each other things they’d never considered before. They will all discover that God is always in control.

Aside from Anna, Thomas and Samuel steal the show … and the readers’ hearts. This is the first book I’ve read by Eide, but it won’t be my last!


Some of my favorite quotes:

“What if we choose instead to be blind to people’s flaws and shortcomings and the differences we do not understand?”

“Will we not all need mercy at some time in our lives? Mercy we do not deserve? It is a precious gift, and yet it is free. Everyone has the power to give it.”


Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy, but I wasn’t required to leave a positive review.


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About Camille...




Camille Eide is the award-winning author of inspirational romantic fiction including The Memoir of Johnny Devine. Camille lives near the Oregon Cascades with her husband and is Mom to three, Grammy to five, and enjoys the natural beauty of the Pacific Northwest. She also loves the liberating truth and wisdom of God’s word, and hopes that her stories will stir your heart, strengthen your faith, and encourage you on your journey.


Other titles include: Savanna’s Gift (Christmas), Like There’s No Tomorrow, Like a Love Song, The Memoir of Johnny Devine, and The Healer (exclusive to newsletter subscribers).

Where you can find her online...

Website:             www.camilleeide.com
Book bub            https://www.bookbub.com/authors/camille-eide
Twitter                 https://twitter.com/CamilleEide
Instagram                           https://www.instagram.com/camille.eide/
Along the Banks-BLOG: https://camilleeide.wordpress.com/



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Thursday, September 19, 2019

Takeover Thursday with Tanya Eavenson ... and a GIVEAWAY




Tanya has agreed to giveaway one electronic copy of  this book to one lucky blog reader. You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends September 26, 2019. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 


Blurb... 
Sometimes the path to freedom is found in an unexpected future.
Upon the death of her mother, Rosalind Standford’s life shatters, the pieces scattering to the wind when she is forced into a betrothal to a cunning banker. But when a telegram arrives announcing the man who captured her heart is on a train to Boston, Rosalind must hide her true feelings before the thin cord of her existence unravels the deadly secrets she keeps.
Cowboy Trent Easton returns to his roots in Boston society to find his childhood friend, the love of his heart. Instead he finds a broken woman engaged to a man close to her father’s age. Though she once rejected him, when Trent learns she’s in danger, he determines to do whatever it takes to keep her safe—even taking her to the altar in the black of night. But will his name and the remote wilds of his Texas ranch be enough to protect her? Or will freedom cost them their lives?

Excerpt...

“Father, can we do nothing?” Rosalind asked. “Mother?” She looked from one to the other, but they both looked afraid and lost, an expression she’d never before seen on either of their faces.

When they arrived at the house, Father instructed Mr. Richards to find the doctor, and only after several stumbles did they manage to get Mother inside. Mother’s strength had simply vanished, leaving her pale and aged, too weak to even keep her eyes open as they helped her to bed.

It seemed a lifetime passed before the doctor arrived. During the examination, Mother lay still. Too still. Fear surged to Rosalind’s core at Mother’s motionless state. Then another cough raked through Mother’s body, blood dripped from her nose, and Rosalind didn’t know which was worse—watching Mother lie still as death or seeing the spasms and hearing the awful retching. Tears filled Rosalind’s eyes as she stroked strands of soft brown hair from her mother’s face and tucked them behind her ear.

“Do you know what’s wrong with her, Doctor? Is it consumption?” her father asked.

Kneeling next to the bed, the physician wiped her mother’s nose and folded the cloth. “Her coughing is worse. I’m afraid you are correct. She has tuberculosis.”

Rosalind shook her head and ran from the room. She flew down the stairs, faltered into the stagnant night air, and stopped on the porch as reality weighed heavily on her shoulders. She swallowed down her screams. “God, are You listening? Don’t You see? You must help my mother. Please don’t take her. Don’t …” She fell to her knees, sobbing into her palms.

Arms came around her shoulders, and she jerked back, biting back her tears. “Mr. Richards.” She moved from him and stumbled on the hem of her gown but caught her balance.

“It’s all right.” He followed her. “I have your father’s permission.”

She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “What do you mean you have his permission?”

“We will be married.”

Rosalind fought to understand what Mr. Richards was saying, but the words seemed scrambled, incomprehensible. Her mind a fog. “What do you mean, married?”

“Earlier tonight I asked permission to court you, but moments ago, he gave me his full blessing.”

Surely she’d misheard him. “You asked for my hand in marriage now, while we’re learning my mother is dying? My father is as distraught as I am.”

“Perhaps the doctor’s wrong,” Mr. Richards whispered against her ear. “Perhaps she will recover. Nevertheless …”

“We shouldn’t be … you shouldn’t be alone with me here like this. Propriety …”

He dragged a fingertip along her jaw, then down her bare arm, his expression declaring ownership even as it dared her to argue.

Though her heart galloped, she fought her instincts to flinch. Glover Richards was a very powerful man, she’d overheard her father saying once, powerful enough to harm his enemies. Father must need the man’s friendship, otherwise he would never have agreed. “Why? Why me?”

“I will court you as your father wishes.” A slow smile slid up one side of his face. “And at nineteen you will be my bride.”

Rosalind’s pulse pounded in her ears. None of this made sense. If only Mother were well. She’d never let Father agree to this marriage, and he would listen to her.

She balled her hands into fists at her waist, squeezing the satin lace crisscrossing there—satin meant to draw Trenton’s eye. Yet Trenton was packing his trunk for Texas, even as Mr. Richards’s gaze roamed her hair, her face and throat, and her bodice and cinched gown.

“We don’t have to announce our betrothal … yet,” he said as if the deed was done.

She swallowed, meeting Mr. Richards’s stare.

He took her hand and slid it through the crook of his arm. “Let’s get you back inside, shall we?”

She let him lead her, but her heart recoiled, and she threw a desperate prayer toward heaven. Lord, You must heal my mother and rescue me. Save us.



What I'm working on next...

Besides writing historical romance, I also write contemporary romance. I just received my next cover for a story entitled To Gain Forever that's set to release this spring before Mother's Day. Early summer, you can expect to see the second historical romance book from the All Roads Lead to Texas series, entitled The Proposal. And in late fall, I plan to release another story entitled Love on a Dime. It's a contemporary story, but it will tie into The Rescue and  The Proposal. To say next year will be a busy time is an understatement, but what a year it will be!


About Tanya...


Tanya Eavenson is an international bestselling and award-winning inspirational romance author. She enjoys spending time with her husband and their three children. Her favorite pastime is grabbing a cup of coffee, eating chocolate, and reading a good book. 


Where you can find Tanya online...


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Friday, August 30, 2019

"The Yellow Lantern" by Angie Dicken ... and a GIVEAWAY!


Barbour has agreed to offer one print copy of  this book to one lucky blog reader (US ONLY). You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends September 6, 2019. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 




Here's a sneak peak at the author's note (NO spoilers are included!)...

Dear Reader,

I suspect you wonder what in the world is true about Josephine's tale. There are several factual threads that make up such a yarn. The true crime of body snatching was more rampant than rare throughout history, and as I dug into research, I discovered how common this practice was amidst the 19th century medical community.

Because of the lack of medical advancement, doctors sometimes mistook a person as being truly dead, ending in the alarming outcome of "live" burials. These types of horrific mistakes along with the desire for finding cures, led many doctors to hire body snatchers, or "resurrection men," to obtain corpses for research purposes. I was surprised to come across a case where several stolen bodies supplied an entire medical society, but more disturbing was that fact that some dody snatchers would even murder for the chance of payment.

Outraged relatives of the deceased pressured officials for justice, and by 1815 in Boston, an acto to protect the "Sepulchres of the Dead" passed, declaring body-snatching illegal (see www.truecolorscrime.com  for the actual act). Several snatchers ventured to New York to continue supplying doctors around Boston.

As precautions were made to protect gravesites, body snatchers would hire women to pose as mourners and keep watch for any obstacles that might thwart a quick retrieval.

It is a very real fact that body sntaching was not always a lonely business, but one that depended on a type of network.

Many other factual tidbits are laced in Josephine's tale. If you'd like to contact me or learn more about my books, sign up for my newsletter at www.angiedicken.com.

My review...

Josie Clay has a shocking discovery and learns she’s the victim of Dr. Chadwick’s (her employers) deception. He plans to take her life, but she agrees to help him in exchange for him letting her live. She must stick with it in order to save her father, who was taken to debtor’s prison. However, her father owes bodies, not money, and now that task falls on Josie.

Josie takes a job at Gloughton Mill in 1824. She’s there to spy on the factory’s operations, as well as be on the lookout for grave robbers. She must secure some bodies for medical experimentation if she hopes to pay off her father’s debts.

Each book in this series is by a different author, and I’ve enjoyed them all so far. Parts of this book, however, did have some lulls, and it was occasionally hard to tell the connection between some of the characters.  For the most part, I enjoyed Josie and her development. This book does have a Christian theme running throughout, but it wasn’t as strong as anticipated. Sadly, the suspense element wasn’t as strong as in the prior books in the series, and the relationship between Josie and her employer (Braham) felt a bit forced at times. The author's note was quite informative, as it has been in prior books in this series.

This is the third installment in the Barbour’s “True Crime” series. All the books are based on historical facts, and this one (like the others) was unfamiliar to me, so I learned a bit along the way. I look forward to reading the final book in the series.


Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy from the publisher, but I wasn't required to leave a positive review.



About Angie...

Angie Dicken credits her love of story to reading British literature during life as a military kid in England. Now living in the U.S. heartland, she's a member of ACFW, sharing about author life with her fellow Alley Cats on The Writer's Alley blog and Facebook page. Connect with her online at www.AngieDicken.com, twitter.com/AngieDicken, or facebook.com/dicken.angie


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Thursday, August 8, 2019

Takeover Thursday with Sandra Ardoin ... and a GIVEAWAY!


Sandra has agreed to give away one electronic copy of the book. You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends August 15, 2019. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 

The Story Behind the Story...

Are you one of the many readers who enjoy mail-order bride stories?

When I was given the opportunity to write such a story, I jumped at it. However, I wanted something other than the typical American West setting—something unique. As I mulled it over, the idea that popped into my head was to use a gold rush.

Again, I didn’t want to do the standard California or Colorado gold rushes, so I began researching others. That research led to the Klondike, and I decided Skagway would have made a great destination town. Unfortunately, the more I dug, the more I realized it didn’t work with the historical timing of the story I had in mind, so I returned to the research. That eventually led me to Nome, Alaska.

Nome has a fascinating history, and I could see my adventure-seeking heroine fitting right in alongside the stampeders, a number of whom left the Klondike when news came of the wealth found in Alaska.

Can you imagine picking gold nuggets off a beach?

Once word got out about finding gold on the beaches of Nome (or Anvil City, as it was called then) the population swelled to over 20,000 people. They came from all over to get in on the strike, most sailing to Nome from San Francisco or Seattle.

Every kind of business was born, especially gambling houses, dance halls, and saloons. Even Wyatt Earp owned a saloon called The Dexter. Buildings were constructed in haste. White tents lined the beach for over thirty miles, and miners established claims along the various creeks in the area. So many people arrived that the small post office had trouble keeping up with the mail, which became a key plot point in A Love Most Worthy.

The story, set in the summer of 1900, also took advantage of the weather toward the end of August. Cold, rain, wind, a little snow…it all came to a head in mid-September with
gale-force winds that destroyed parts of the new town and cost around a hundred lives. How could I ignore using that historical event as an analogy for the turbulence in the marriage of Hallie and Rance?

The story revolves around a few months in 1900, and it didn’t take long for the miners to discover that the gold was playing out. It was no longer as easy as picking it up from the beach. But Nome has more to its history, like the 1925 serum run, which made the sled dog Balta famous, or the finish line of the celebrated Iditarod. If you think you might want to try your luck at striking it rich, people still search the beaches of Nome for those elusive gold nuggets.

And that research I did about the Klondike? Some of it came in handy. Happy reading!

Blurb...

He isn't what she expected.
Life should be lived to the fullest. Her late father's philosophy sends Hallie Russell to the gold rush town of Nome, Alaska as a mail-order bride. When her new husband proves distant, Hallie sees her quest for adventure and her dream of belonging vanish quicker than a miner's golden nuggets.

But she could be what he needs.
Rance Preston's rowdy lifestyle led to tragic consequences, and his nephews paid the price. Now they need a mother, but Rance has vowed to never again let his heart overrule his head...until the high spirits of his new bride threaten his resolve.

Will they allow the gale-force winds of insecurity to destroy a bond more precious than gold?

Excerpt...

Hallie was beginning to care a great deal for all the Prestons and didn’t want to cause continued strife between the six-year-old and Rance. She bent over and cupped his chin. “Will you do something for me?”

His eyes lit and his head bobbed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Will you be extra nice to your Uncle Rance today?”

She waited while he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, considering her request. “I guess so, but he better not make you cry again.”

“I won’t, Robbie.” At the sound of Rance’s voice, Hallie bolted upright and spun around. He stood in the hallway near the boys’ bedroom, a paper-wrapped package clutched in his hand and Davie at his side. “At least, I’ll try not to.”

Enraptured by his steady gaze with its hint of sheepishness, Hallie’s pulse frolicked. She could blame the cavorting on his sudden appearance but feared the credit belonged to the husky drawl and gentle voice.

Really, Hallie?

Her inner heels kicked up as she fell victim to his chiseled features, those wide shoulders, and the sturdy chest on which she could lean while his arms enfolded…

She gasped. Get hold of yourself, Hallie Rus…Preston. For heaven’s sake, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen your husband, and he has no interest in your attraction anyway.

Besides, his more-or-less apology had been to his nephew, not her.

“What’s in your hand, Uncle Rance?” Robbie pointed to the package.

Rance studied it as if he’d forgotten he held it. “I brought Aunt Hallie something.”

Her breath stuttered. He’d brought her a present?

He stepped closer and held it out for her to grasp. When she took the package, the paper crinkled and yielded to her touch. Whatever it enclosed was soft and pliable. She presented him with her most generous smile. “Thank you.”

Hallie tore the paper, impatient to see the gift. She pulled out a wide ribbon…a wide, crimson hair ribbon. Her pleasure collapsed like a deflated balloon.

“I thought it appropriate for today.”

Appropriate for the Fourth of July? Perhaps. But had he not listened when she mentioned she despised the color red. It reminded her too much of her father’s death. Why hadn’t he brought her a blue or white ribbon?

Robbie wrinkled his nose. “But it’s red, Uncle Rance. She doesn’t like red.”

She balled the ribbon in her hand and swallowed her disappointment. “It’s fine, Robbie. In fact, it’s lovely.” It would be lovely…to someone else.

Hallie couldn’t deny Rance was a good man. However, she wouldn’t fool herself. Like her father, he considered her feelings irrelevant. He hadn’t bothered to remember her name. Why should she expect him to remember a tiny detail such as her disdain of the color red? To him, she was of no more interest than the cook stove. Stuff kindling in her when she grew cold, then ignore her until the next time she was needed.

She had hoped life with him would be different, but so far, her marriage felt like the same tired refrain sung over and over.



About Sandra...


As an author of heartwarming and award-winning historical romance, Sandra Ardoin engages readers with page-turning stories of love and faith. Rarely out of reach of a book, she's also an armchair sports enthusiast, country music listener, and seldom says no to eating out.

Keep up-to-date with the Love in Faith and Fiction newsletter, including information about Sandra’s October 2019 release!

Where you can find her online...

Visit her at www.sandraardoin.com


As a gift for her newsletter subscribers, Sandra wrote a short story to accompany A Love Most Worthy—a “prelude.” It provides some insight into Hallie’s story, something those who read only the novella won’t receive. So, join the Love and Faith in Fiction community and keep up with what’s new, discover what’s upcoming, and learn of specials and giveaways.


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Thursday, July 11, 2019

Takeover Thursday with Tara Johnson ... and a GIVEAWAY!

Tara's publisher has agreed to give away one print copy of this book (US ONLY). You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends July 18, 2019. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 



Dandelions in Concrete: How to See Hope Amid the Rubble
By Tara Johnson

Several things are synonymous with summer: fireflies, the scent of honeysuckle, and dandelions. Even as a child, I’ve always been fond of those downy domes of fluff. I would clutch a stem in my fingers and blow, watching its feathery wisps dance and scatter through the air.
     Beauty in one eye is misery in another. My grandmother used to wrinkle her nose at the buttery heads poking up in her flower bed.
     “Ugh! Dandelions.” She always mentioned them as if tasting something sour.
     “Don’t you like dandelions, Grandma?”
     She shook her head. “No, honey. They are ornery little things.”
     “Why?”
     She frowned as she plucked the offensive blossom from the dirt. “Because there’s no taming them. Those white fuzzies scatter all over, sprouting weeds everywhere imaginable.”
     That very trait is what makes this little flower—some would say weed—so unstoppable. You can mow them down, but they come back over and over again. They grow and bloom in the harshest of conditions. The taproot that allows them to burrow in green meadows also allows them to flourish in concrete and brick.
     In my latest novel, Where Dandelions Bloom, Cassie Kendrick is running from her abusive father. When war is declared, she disguises herself as a man and enlists as a soldier in the Union Army. Gabriel Avery is desperate to escape his past and make a name for himself as a war photographer with renowned photographer Mathew Brady. Both bear witness to the devastating horrors of war, but the moment Gabe spies a lone dandelion left in a scarred battlefield, Cassie realizes their perspectives about life, and difficulty, are vastly different.
     As a child, Cassie had woven the yellow blossoms through her hair, pretending to be a princess . . . until her drunken father had yelled with his slurred bite, “Weeds, Cassandra. You’re not a princess, and you never will be. . . You’re playing dress up with a crown of weeds.”
     Gabe’s perspective was quite the opposite.

     Kneeling down, he lightly ran his fingertips over its feathery top. The leaves were wilted, but the flower was mostly unscathed. A memory of his mother pierced the shadowed fog of his mind.
     “I was only a boy of seven or eight, walking with Mither down the street in New York.” He could yet hear the way her boots had clicked sharply against the cracked pavement. Could still smell the smoke from fireplaces, the spicy sausage hanging in the butcher shop, the scent of baking bread mingled with the stink of refuse and urine as they passed alley after alley. Her brown skirt swished against his side when she’d halted.
     “I remember her stopping to point at a flower. She said, ‘Look there, Gabriel. What do you see?’ I squinted and saw a dandelion popping through the cracked concrete of an insurance building. ‘It’s a flower.’” He smiled softly at the memory. “‘Aye,’ Mither said. ‘A dandelion. Do you know what that means?’ I had no idea. She pulled me closer and said, ‘Wherever dandelions bloom in mortar, it reminds us hope is still alive.’”

     It really is all about perspective, isn’t it? Hope, like beauty, can be found if we train our eyes to see it.
     The problem is too many of us live in fear. It’s the one thing every human being on the planet shares. We’ve all felt it. We all know that dark, encroaching panic that claws at our hearts.
     For years I’ve heard the same pat answer, the same verse over and over until I can quote it verbatim. “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love” (1 John 4:18, NIV).
     Okay, so to get rid of fear, I need perfect love. Got it. But then I’m faced with a scary diagnosis, the bills that keep piling up, rebellious loved ones, and the coffeepot that no longer functions. Suddenly I realize I have no idea what “perfect love” means. The conditions are too hard. I’m surrounded by concrete.
     God recently revealed the beauty of this verse to me in a very tender way.
     We had just left my son’s elementary school after a difficult discussion. His therapists knew something was going on with my joyful little firecracker but were unable to pinpoint the source of his issues.
     “It might be time to test for autism.”
I agreed but as we pulled out of the parking lot, I was overcome with an onslaught of what-ifs. What would happen to my curious little boy? What kind of life would he have? Would he be bullied for being different? On and on the thoughts tumbled until the icy tentacles squeezing my heart grabbed me by the throat.
     “Mommy, sing to Jesus!”
     I blinked away the tears blurring my eyes. Peering into the rearview mirror, I watched Nate’s sunny smile and heard his sweet voice as he sang, “Jesus loves me. Jesus is mine. Jesus loves me. Jesus is mine . . .”
     I sucked in a breath. Here I was, worrying over things I had no control over, and the source of my angst was lifting up praises to Jesus. I pushed down the stinging tears and smiled. “Good idea, buddy. Let’s praise Jesus.”
     We sang song after song on the car ride home. With each melody, my fear evaporated. Why? Because fear dissolves in the presence of praise.
Fear cannot exist in Jesus’ presence. It scatters like darkness shattered by light. Revelation twisted my heart with a surge of joy.
     Perfect love casts out fear.
     Suddenly I understood.
     Perfect love is Jesus. Turning our focus on him, choosing to praise despite the turmoil, looking for the beauty within the shadows . . . all these things keep us blooming. Growing. Learning. And they chase the darkness away.
     Fear has no chance against such a hope . . . despite the conditions surrounding it. Just like dandelions blooming in concrete.


Q&A with Tara...

Q:  Thanks so much for the reminder that hope can be found amid the rubble! What inspired the story line and characters found in Where Dandelions Bloom
A:  The inspiration for Where Dandelions Bloom was birthed as I read the journal and multiple biographies of Sarah “Emma” Edmonds. This incredible woman enlisted as a female during the Civil War to escape her abusive father. Emma, a hardworking farm girl, found herself disguised as a male and teaching the young city-bred recruits how to load and aim a gun. Her abilities were so impressive, she was soon pressed into the delicate but grueling work of spying for Allan Pinkerton, head of President Lincoln’s intelligence service. 
      Yet despite her fiery independence and bravado, Emma carried deep scars from her childhood, and that was the story I wanted to tell. Cassie Kendrick is a fictional character inspired by the wounds and fortitude of countless women like Emma who enlisted to hide from their pasts or escape futures more terrifying than the horrors of war. 

Q:  What role does faith play in this story? 
A:  Cassie leaves everything she’s known and throws herself time and again into danger, trusting that God will show her the next step, even when the pathway seems dark. Although she struggles with deep wounds, her childlike faith in his ability to carry her through impossible situations gives her the courage she needs to face down formidable enemies.

Q:  Tell us about some of the core themes of Where Dandelions Bloom. 
A:  Cassie faces abuse at the hands of her alcoholic father. Gabriel Avery has grown up in the slums of New York, unable to care for his ill parents or erase the ugliness from the world around him. Both he and Cassie struggle with the bitter sting of unforgiveness— both with forgiving the ones who have hurt them and with being able to forgive themselves for poor decisions they’ve made. Another central theme in Where Dandelions Bloom is relentless hope, especially amid pain.

Q:  How do you hope these themes will resonate with and challenge your readers? 
A:  All of us have struggled with forgiving someone who has hurt us or our loved ones. The inability to let go of the offense, or the desire to replay it over and over or even to seek retribution, is a very real emotion. Harder yet is forgiving ourselves when we mess up. I want my readers to know there is freedom and life-changing power in forgiveness beyond anything they can imagine. I also want them to know there is hope, even in the darkest time of their life. Tragedy often births beauty, though our eyes may be blind to it at times. So much of how we live our life depends on our perspective.

Q:  How is the perspective of Where Dandelions Bloom unique compared to other novels in the Civil War genre? 
A:  There have been some amazing novels and biographies written around heroic women of Civil War, but I believe Where Dandelions Bloom is unique because it delves deeply into the emotions and wounds driving the choices these women made, as well as the trauma they endured while serving.  

Q:  Can you tell us about some of your upcoming projects? 
A:  I just finished the draft for my next novel with Tyndale, tentatively titled A Song for Cadence. It’s a story loosely based on the life of Elida Rumsey, a woman denied the opportunity to nurse wounded soldiers by Dorothea Dix but who found a way by singing her way into the hospitals. Her life becomes entangled with a surgeon battling a powerful enemy . . . a secret society determined to end the clandestine activities the surgeon has unknowingly led to Cadence’s door. I’m also finishing up the draft of a second story based on Sheridan’s burning of the Shenandoah Valley. The working title is When Fireflies Dance and explores the life of a deserter from the Union army, one of Sheridan’s personal spies, who unknowingly seeks shelter in one of the homes he helped destroy. This story has been the most difficult and raw for me to pen, but I pray my readers will be able to grasp the life-transforming truth that there is no condemnation for those in Christ. He removes sin as far as the east is from the west.

My review...

Cassie Kendrick decides to join the army to escape her abusive father and an arranged marriage. She is part of a secret mission, and she meets Gabe Avery, a young man trying to make a name for himself as a war photographer. Will she be able to keep her identity a secret, and can he escape his past, which continues to haunt him?

This is a wonderful example of historical fiction. It's well researched, and Johnson makes the reader feel a part of the action. Themes of faith, hope, courage, and forgiveness are key. The author seamlessly weaves in factual details, making history come alive. Where Dandelions Bloom is a beautiful love story, with the horrors of the American Civil War as the backdrop.

One of my favorite quotes: "Beauty can always be found if we train our eyes to see it."

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy from the publisher, but I wasn't required to leave a positive review.


About Tara...



     Tara Johnson is an author, speaker, and passionate lover of stories. She loves to travel to churches, ladies’ retreats, and prisons to share how God led her into freedom after spending years living shackled as a people-pleasing preacher’s kid.
      From the time she was young and watched Gone with the Wind with her mother for the first time, the Civil War has intrigued her. That fascination grew into all aspects of American history and the brave people and stories who make up its vibrant past.
     She says, “History is crammed full of larger-than-life characters. Doc Holliday, Annie Oakley, Helen Keller, Daniel Boone, George Washington, Amelia Earhart, and Frederick Douglass are just a few examples of flawed, wounded humans who battled their demons with determination and left an indelible mark on the pages of history. I suppose that’s why people are so fascinating. No matter the era, we all battle the same wounds. Abandonment, abusive fathers, overprotective mothers, loss, grief, rejection, addiction, crippling anxiety, loneliness, or the yearning for unconditional love, to name a few. We all battle the same junk and have to decide whether to fight or cave. Run or stand. Cry or smile. That’s what great characters do. They are a reflection of our struggles, our own wounds. Our own need. And, when written well, they remind us whom we need to turn to for healing.”
     Tara has written articles for Plain Truth magazine and has been a featured guest on Voice of Truth Radio and Enduring Word Radio. Tara is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. She and her husband, Todd, live in Arkansas, and the Lord has blessed them with five children: Bethany, Callie, and Nate, as well as Taylor Lynn and Morgan Lane, who are with Jesus.

     Visit her website at www.TaraJohnsonStories.com and connect with her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/TaraLynnJohnsonAuthor/) and Twitter (@TaraMinistry).



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