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I’ve been sent an advance review copy of a new book by acclaimed journalist and fellow writer, Patricia Lieb.  When I received the book I thought, “I’ll just take a peek and read it tomorrow.”  Well, I couldn’t put it down! 

The Adventures of A Squirrel Named Peanut is a photo book about the cutest little squirrel whose name is Peanut.  The photographs–taken by the author herself–are excellent and add so much detail to this book that the prose comes to life because of them.

Peanut is a chubby, baby squirrel whose bravery allows him to befriend the author, who happens to provide at least one square meal a day for Peanut.

Peanut narrates this charming story, which is broken into eleven little adventures.  Peanut is a delight…from his scratching at the screen for food to eating out of the author’s hand to eating a potted avocado plant…he’s as irresistible to the reader as he is to his benefactor!

Children will love the photographs of this chubby little squirrel.  Adults will like the little lessons woven into some of the adventures such as learning that being rude is not a nice trait to have.

All in all, I enjoyed this little squirrel’s narrative.

Patricia Lieb is an accomplished journalist and a talented writer.  I’ve enjoyed her work and I wish her the very best success with The Adventures of A Squirrel Named Peanut.

When the book is released, I’ll post purchasing information.  To learn more about Patricia, visit her website at:  http://writerswriteon.com/



The Write Time & Place is pleased to welcome back Stacey Coverstone to Cover Corner. Stacey is launching a new book today, so pull up a chair and get cozy while you read about Outlaw Trail released by Champagne Books! When you’ve reached the bottom, please leave Stacey a comment and let her know you liked what you read! Thanks~~Valerie.

Blurb:

At nineteen, Josie Hart has lived a hard life on her New Mexican farm. A cryptic letter gives her a chance to change all that and guides her on a perilous journey toward freedom. But, there are others who want what she’s after, and will stop at nothing to get it.

Grey Paladin seeks justice after having had his fortune stolen out from under him. He’ll do whatever it takes to retrieve what’s rightfully his and reunite with the only family he has left. That is, until a feisty girl stands in his way.

When Josie and Grey form an uncertain partnership, they must battle outlaws, nature, and each other while riding two hundred miles of dangerous trail to reach their destination. What they discover at the end is something that’s been sorely lacking in both their lives–leading them each to rethink what the future holds.

Excerpt:

Josie let her weary eyes skim over the parchment once more. The trail will be long, her pa had said. Will I have the courage and strength to follow it? Will I be able to fulfill his last wish and make my own dreams come true?

For the first time in her life, she felt hopeful about the future as she clutched the map tightly in her fist. Though excited, she was dog-tired, both mentally and physically. Her eyes started to drift shut.

She had barely nodded off when the sound of snapping branches roused her. Her head jerked and her eyes flew open. Her spine went rigid when a low voice addressed her. “I’ll take that map now.”

She fished around in her pants pocket for the Derringer. Her hand touched the cold metal, and she squeezed her finger around the trigger of the gun and stumbled to her feet.

“Stay right where you are, and take your hand out of your pockets,” the voice ordered. “You won’t get hurt if you do as you’re told. Do it!”

She squinted at the tall figure standing in the shadows at the mouth of the cave and heard the click of a revolver. Ragged breaths escaped her throat. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked in a throaty whisper, as she showed him one empty hand.

“That depends on how much trouble you decide to cause. Just hand over that map and I’ll be on my way.”

Inhaling deeply, her eyes roamed over the parchment still clutched in her fist. The trail will be long. Don’t give up. Her pa’s words rang in her ears. Nothing was going to stop her from going after whatever lay at the end of that trail. Her pa had died so she could have a better life. No one was going to take that from her.

“If you want it, you’ll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers,” she replied with bravado.

The man said nothing.

“Show yourself,” she challenged. Josie’s fingers twitched as she let her hand creep back into her pocket. She gripped the pearl handle of her Derringer again. “How do you know about this map? Who are you?”

The man took one step forward, but she still couldn’t see his face. When he spoke again, she sensed he was someone of little patience.

“I don’t have to explain anything to a girl,” he snapped. “Walk around that fire and lay the paper on this rock over here.” His gloved hand pointed to a stone ledge, which jutted out from the cave wall.

“I’m not a girl,” she snapped back. “I’m nineteen and this map belongs to me. I’m not about to give it to some coward who won’t even show his face.”

Apparently striking a nerve, the man swiftly strode forward out of the darkness, with his gun raised and leveled at her. The fire danced upon his features. She gasped. It was the stranger who rode the white stallion—the one all in black who’d been watching her in Dry Gulch. Her heart lurched. He tilted his dusty hat up with a finger to show her eyes the color of dark molasses. She could feel the heat radiating from those fiery pupils as they bore into her.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“It’s you!” she exclaimed. “Why are you following me?”

“I think I already explained. I’ve come for the map. Now, hand it over.”

Quick as a snake striking, she jammed the map in her back pocket and thrust the double-barreled Derringer into his rib. Just as speedy, he shoved his revolver against her temple.

“You’re fast, but not fast enough,” he drawled. “Put down the gun.”

“You put yours down first,” she countered.

Neither one moved. Josie’s chest rose and fell in erratic rhythm. The pistol felt cold as it pushed against her skin.

“Are we going to have a Mexican standoff?” he wondered aloud.

She felt his warm breath on her face. He stood so close, his musky smell, mixed with sweat and the faint scent of lavender made her woozy. “I know how to use this gun,” she managed. “I’ll shoot you. Don’t think I won’t.” She cocked the Derringer to show him she meant what she promised.

The tall, dark stranger looked down into her eyes. A muscle ticked along his jaw. After several long moments, she felt the release of pressure from her temple.

“Toss the gun down on the ground,” she commanded, as she kept her gun pointed at his ribcage.

“I’ll toss mine when you toss yours.”

Josie searched his face. “Are you crazy, or just stupid? You stalk me, want to rob me of my personal possession, and you think I’m just going to throw down my gun? Why should I trust you?”

“Because I’ve never killed a woman before,” he said without skipping a beat. “And I don’t intend to start now.”

His response surprised her. After considering his words carefully, she removed the gun from his rib. “On the count of three, we’ll both throw our guns onto the ground. Do I have your word as a gentleman?” she asked.

The man in black threw his head back and laughed. “Whatever gave you the idea I’m a gentleman?”

She rammed the Derringer into his gut again and narrowed her eyes. The gun pressed into taut, rigid muscle. She realized he could probably break her in half with one hand tied behind his back, but she was not going to be intimidated. She had too much to lose to let him scare her out of what was rightfully hers.

“I’ll kill you right now, mister. And it won’t bother me none. Believe me. I’ll take my map and high-tail it outta here, leaving you dead as a stone.”

The man grinned, baring a perfect row of sparkling teeth. “You’re a tough little half-breed, aren’t you?”

“Half-breed!” she shrieked, lunging at him. She pounded on his chest with her fists and clawed at his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and both the pistol and Derringer flew out of their hands and clattered to the hard ground.

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All About Stacey:

Stacey Coverstone lives in Maryland with her husband, horses, German Shepherds and a bunch of barn cats. She has a Master’s degree in Human Resources Development and works at a private liberal arts college. She’s been writing all her life and is the published author of five romances, with two more novels coming in 2010. Having fallen in love with cowboys at an early age, her favorite genre to write is the western romance, both contemporary and historical. She’s currently working on a ghost story set in the Black Hills of South Dakota. When she’s not writing, Stacey enjoys horseback riding, photography, scrapbooking, and traveling—especially the American West where most of her stories take place.

To buy this or any of Stacey’s other wonderful books be sure to visit Stacey’s website.



{November 10, 2009}   2009’s Last Release…

Hi Everyone!  I’m all rested from this weekend’s festivities.  I attended my second Eternal Press launch party and–believe it or not–this one was even more fun that the last (my first)!  No kidding.  It was a blast!!!!

In October Eternal Press instituted a new feature:  Author Live Chat, which takes place every launch day now.  I admit, I was a little apprehensive about the live chat because my last foray into hosting a live chat met with less than stellar results.  I had 4 chatters!  Oh well.  I did say it was my first *and* I hadn’t done my homework like promoting it or inviting folks.  So it’s my own fault that the turn out was small.

So, when the time rolled around for me to attend the launch day live chat, I went with a bit of trepidation.  All the worrying was for naught!  It was well attended and I had a blast.  I shared my time with fellow author J. Rose Allister.  She’s the perfect partner for a live chat.  She’s got a wonderful sense of humor and shared some great excerpts from her new release Their Secret Paradise.

If you’re ever around on the 7th of the month, stop by the Eternal Press website and take part in the Author Live Chat!  You won’t regret it!

Okay…my final release of 2009 is That Taste of Orange.  While I was involved in the Author Live Chat, Seriously Reviewed showed up and announced she’d just posted a review of my release to her site.  Here’s the review:

There are times in most marriages when we let life get in the way of the relationship. Times we worry about the little things instead of what should be more important. This tasty little treat is brimming with a couple in love who have hit the end of their rope. Stressed out by a business that is booming, their love seems to have fallen by the way side. Fortunately a little Holiday spirit might be just the thing to put them back in the spirit of love.

I have read several works by this author and have to admit that I keep my eyes peeled for anything with her name on it. Congrats on another release Ms Patterson. Here is wishing you many more 🙂

To read the entire write-up click here.

Here’s a little excerpt to tempt you into buying the book!  😛  😛

“We have an order for an orange fondant cake with a layer of chocolate-orange velvet cream in the center. I need a bottle of orange extract from the Food Depot and a bottle of Amade ChocOrange liqueur from the Wine & Spirits shop.”

“There’s a bottle of Amade in the pantry.”

“No, I used the last of that several weeks ago.”

“For what? We haven’t had an order for that cake in a couple months.”

“I used it for your birthday cake, Sabrina.”

How had she forgotten that? It was the nicest thing he’d done for her in eons. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Chas was silent so long she was certain he was either counting to ten to avoid slamming back at her or he was gathering steam so he could let her have it. He surprised her.

“I thought it was an unforgettable cake, Bri. Remember what we did with the icing?”

Sabrina laughed. “That’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. We didn’t leave the bedroom all weekend.”

A deep rumble greeted her as a response. “Lucky for me your birthday was on a Friday.”

“Yeah, and do you remember talking to Pastor John about why we were late for Sunday school?”

“I do. I also remember that his lesson that morning was about the importance of the physical side of marriage.”

“And I recall you bringing that up once we got home, too.”

He laughed. “It worked, didn’t it? We spent the rest of the day proving that lesson.”

“That was a very good cake.”

“It led to a lot of good, uh, things.”

That Taste of Orange…available now!



{October 21, 2009}   Cover Corner: Roxanne Rhoads

Story strumpet, tome loving tart, eccentric night owl…these are all words that can describe freelance writer and erotic romance author Roxanne Rhoads. Roxanne is a fellow Eternal Press author that the Write Time & Place is very happy to welcome to this week’s Cover Corner. Roxanne’s participating a virtual book tour for her October 7th release, Eternal Desire, which is why Cover Corner is appearing on Wednesday this week as opposed to it’s normal Tuesday. Please set a spell and read more about her new release, watch a video, and get to know Roxanne a bit! When you’ve scrolled to the bottom of this showcase, leave her a comment and let her know you’ve been here! Thanx so much … ~Valerie

Blurb:

Misty Overgrown CemetaryLiz Beth, a paranormal researcher, is haunted by the seductive vampire, Quillon, who may or may not be real. She arrives in New Orleans the week of Halloween to search for the elusive vampire of her dreams and instead encounters a handsome stranger, Christien, with whom she begins a passionate affair with.

Soon she is torn between her dream lover and a flesh and blood man, both of whom are a mystery to her. The closer it gets to Halloween the wilder things become. LizBeth gets closer to the truth about Quillon while Christien has her under his own spell.

Will all be revealed at the Vampyre Ball or will the masks stay in place?

In New Orleans at Halloween anything is possible.

Excerpt:

The ball was a grand affair, full of lavish and elaborate vampires of all types. Some were modern or Goth, and others were stylishly dressed in period costumes. Everywhere I looked, there was white flesh and sharp fangs though they all seemed to be fake. I retreated to a restroom to clean up and to do a better job of fixing my makeup. I also put in my fangs.

I left the restroom and, as I was walking by the coat check room, I felt a strange tingle on the back of my neck. Suddenly, an arm reached out and pulled me in.

I figured it was Christien again, but it wasn’t. A masked man stood only inches away. His face was almost completely hidden. All I could see were his full, sensual lips curving into a seductive smile. I noticed the cross dangling from his neck. It was my cross, the one the stranger took from me in the alley. Fear and fire coursed through my body. My knees became weak. He grabbed me before I hit the ground. His scent intoxicated me. I felt like I was floating.

“You look so enchanting tonight, Liz Beth, like a vampire bride. And you smell so wonderful—a mix of cinnamon and passion. You make me want you so.”

I was powerless to do anything as he slid his hand under my dress. It was just like my dream.

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Bio:

When not fulfilling one the many roles being a wife and mother of three require, Roxanne’s world revolves around words…reading them, writing them, editing them, and talking about them. In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read and review what others write. She operates a book review site, Fang-tastic Books, dedicated to her favorite type of book- anything paranormal. Her favorite genres are paranormal romance and urban fantasy but she’ll read just about anything featuring vampires, ghosts, witches and whatnot.

Roxanne writes everything from articles to web content as a freelance writer and poet. Her erotic and romance stories and poems have appeared in Playgirl Magazine, several print anthologies, in ebooks and on numerous Websites.

When not reading or writing Roxanne loves to hang out with her family, craft, garden and search for unique vintage finds.

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{October 13, 2009}   Good News Indeed!
Spy/Suspense/Humor

Spy/Suspense/Humor

Hi There!

Just had to share the good news! My 2009 Asylett Press release–GeeWhiz Meets S.H.A.F.T. has its first review and it’s fantastic! The review is furnished by Readers Favorite Book Reviews.

Here’s the book’s blurb: Milton “Milo” Gee, the only surviving partner of the Gee-Whiz Detective Agency, is determined to solve the murder of his partner, Chaz Whiz. When he’s approached by two gorgeous dames-er, women-who want to enlist his talents to save the life of a Canadian Mountie, he’s not overly interested. But a man has eyes and dames have gams and Milo’s were fixed on these dames’ long, shapely legs…when he wasn’t gazing deep into their bedroom eyes. His resistance begins to crumble once they use their powers of persuasion…some of which might actually be considered violent. Turns out, these ladies are members of the United Universe-a secret agency dedicated to maintaining world peace-and the Mountie is one of their top gents, a.k.a. The Ghost. Once Milo passes his physical, he’s christened with his new UU operative codename: “Spade” and they set out to reel in the Mountie. But this operation is not going to be so simple-The S.H.A.F.T, an organization bent on world domination, wants the Ghost, too. Armed with cool weapons James Bond would love to have, Spade is determined to get his man…but he never expects to end up with a dame-er, woman!

And here’s the review: This James Bond spoof is hilarious. Valerie J. Patterson has a winner! I’d love to see this made into a movie with Ben Stiller in the starring role. The characters are over the top. This is sure to be a laugh out loud funny hit. The cliches remind me of an old Humphrey Bogart movie.

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! 😛 😛

Here’s the thing…I was sincerely worried my sense of humor would not be everyone else’s sense of humor, which led to me worrying about how well the book would be received. Reader feedback has been stupendous…and a pleasant surprise. A woman stopped me on the street about two months ago and demanded a sequel to the book! She said–and I quote–“There had better be another book for Spade.”

After I picked my jaw up off the street, I broke out into a wide smile and told her there was a sequel on the horizon!

A writer is nothing without her readers. Thank you for accepting Spade with wide open arms! We both appreciate it!

Until next time…

Valerie



{October 6, 2009}   Cover Corner: Patricia Lieb

The Write Time & Place is so very pleased to welcome the very accomplished and talented author, Patricia Lieb.  Patricia is an award-winning journalist this writer is happy to see make the transition to fiction and non-fiction writing.  Her work has taken her to many places, to meet many interesting people, and enabled her to turn those experiences into wonderfully written books.  Settle in and enjoy getting to know Patricia!  When your journey ends–at the bottom of the post–please leave her a comment with your thoughts! … Thanks! … ~Valerie

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An Excerpt:

Down in the Caddo Parish marshlands, a young Indian stood in a tiny back room adjoining the butcher shop at Jake Minor’s Fish Camp. She clutched a tarnished knife handle in her fist and rested the sharp blade against the feed-sack dress draped from her shoulders and over her protruding belly. The knife, hidden in her bedding the day before, had been a tool used in butchering a hog for one of the camp’s regular customers. He had come late in the evening to pick up his pork. He had then left a steer—a steer that might hang in the smokehouse forever. Within the hour, neither she nor Jake Minor would be on hand to butcher it. She’d be gone and he’d be dead.

Her thoughts briefly touched upon the familiar face of the handsome young Mexican, Rowe…the only man she had ever trusted. Or loved. If only he could have taken her away. Now she had no choice but to continue this path.

On the other side of the rustic log wall, Jake’s skeleton key scraped inside the door lock. Shanna braced herself, each screech freezing the sweat beads bubbling from her forehead. Then came the familiar click as the brass lock slid from the doorjamb. In less than a moment, Jake pushed and the door sprang open.

Shanna was too terrified to move.

The flames in Jake’s icy-blue eyes flared at her through strands of straw-colored hair. Hair that circled his head like a fallen halo. Her body jerked in fear. What had she planned to do? But the knife seemed to have a mind of its own. Quick as a snap, her hand raised and the blade plunged into flesh covering Jake’s heart.

Vacantly, she watched blood spew from his hairy chest like muddy water from a broken dam. For an instant, a scene of the Red River flashed through her mind. Her father, mother and brother had camped along its shore. That day, she was nabbed and brought to Jake’s place by a terrorizing group of masked horsemen.

“You…c-crazy…sq-squaw,” Jake stammered, barely able to speak. He stumbled, his white hairy arms reaching for her.

Her body seemed still, yet she felt herself backing into a crate box used for a nightstand in the dim room. Her focus stayed glued on the one who had owned her half her sixteen years. Now, she watched the scene unfold: the fat man gasped, his white stare rolling over something on the dingy plank ceiling above her. And then—WHUMP!—his belly smacked hard onto the dank floor, humping twice before it sank to a final climax.

“Jake Minor is dead now,” she whispered, her unsure words bouncing from the four walls encasing her. Her psyche spun in and out of the scene. She stared at the bloody knife in her trembling hand. At the body lying on the floor alongside the narrow unmade bed where she had lain awake most of the night comprehending freedom. Now this panorama was surely a nightmare, even though she had accomplished this mission many times in her dreams. Jake Minor was an evil man, and death became him. Getting a grip on herself, her mind settled somewhat and she inched closer to Jake’s motionless body. There had been so many nights over the last eight years she had wanted to destroy this bad man. And now that she had, she was mystified. She must run away from this Caddo Lake marsh, from this parish, from all Louisiana without hesitation. She must find the main stream of the Red River and follow it north through the Arkansas backlands, and then northwest to the Land of Indians.

She watched as blood slowly formed a pool around Jake’s lifeless body. His obese lard-white trunk was now splattered with maroon, the muscles in his big arms useless to fight, and the thick pee-stained underwear covering his buttocks and legs now darkened with blood and muck. She had seen Jake passed out many times, but always from his consumption of too much corn-mash rather than death. During some of his blackouts, she had run away but had never made it out of the marshlands. Times when Jake had slept through her absence, his outlaw and whisky-making friends had hunted her down and brought her back like a trapped animal. After a painful flee attempt last winter, she had become too frightened to try again. Rather than for herself, she now considered the destiny of the seed ready to sprout from her womanhood.

Shanna put her hand to her stomach. “Soon you will be safe Little Soul.”

Unexpectedly—was it stomping on the plank porch outside the store? And then the cowbell on the screened door dinged as somebody entered. Heavy boots jarred the soft pine floor so the joists cracked. Shanna slapped her knife-filled fist over her mouth.

Run, she told herself. She peered wide-eyed around the cluttered room. There was no exit. The only door led to the storefront. And Jake had nailed wooden bars over the window opening after her last escape attempt.

Her body stiff, she analyzed the knife in her hand, the body on the floor, and the four walls penning her in like a bound swine in a slaughterhouse. She saw two, now four, now numerous broken images of her life, of this room, of Jake zapping here and there. These fragments seemed to keep time with the thump of boot heels stamping through the storefront.

She had killed one man today. She really didn’t want another notch on her knife, but should the intruder be one of Jake’s Raider Outlaws there surely would be trouble.

Bert, from way down in the parish, was due in next week. Perhaps he had come for his meat early. But Bert’s steer was hanging in the smokehouse and yet to be butchered. He would know that.

“Minor, you here? Might as well show your face.”

Oh no! The demanding voice jarred Shanna like a lightening bolt.

Oh my Ayimat Caddi, she cried silently, and more to herself than to the Great Spirit. Why had this bad man returned? Yesterday, he and Jake had done business, trading guns, animal skins and whisky. It wasn’t like one to return so soon.

“Minor,” he called again. “You held out on me. You still owe me.”

Shanna trembled at his words, then the silence, and then the ruffle of products being shuffled about over store shelves.

“You here Minor? Better come on out. I’m taking what you owe me with or without your presence. Come on out if you’re not too drunk. Else I might take the wrong stuff.”

His boot heels clunked louder on the plank flooring. Then Shanna heard his stepping onto the gray slate surrounding the black cast-iron stove. She heard the soup ladle sloshing in the crock-pot. The thick aroma of day-old gumbo steam and the shocking taste of human blood blended in her nostrils. Gagging, she refused to vomit, and swallowed the sour matter bubbling in her throat.

The intruder sipped and slurped loudly.

This time she heaved, and everything inside her flew from her mouth and scattered with the bank of blood. She held her hand to her chest and hoped the man in the next room had not heard the commotion.

As seconds passed, blood flowed less and less from underneath Jake Minor. Suddenly, Shanna’s gaze fell to the sticky dark liquid now oozing like a nightmare underneath the door. To Continue Reading

The Reviews:

“Bridged by Love,” by Patricia Lieb – Spring Hill resident Lieb has written a historical adventure set in the late 1880s in Texarkana, a city that straddles the Texas-Arkansas line. Lieb draws on a bounty of historical knowledge to craft a tale of two women – one native American, the other white – linked together in a fight against injustice. ~ Tampa Tribune

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Bridged By Love by Patricia Lieb is aptly titled, and represents the connection between a young Native American girl who was kidnapped by an abusive white man, and a strong, independent western woman who makes her living as a lumberjack.

The book opens with a day in Shanna’s tortured life with Jake Minor—her owner—the man who stole her from her family when she was just a young girl. He uses her as a slave, as a whore for his friends, and as a means of pleasure for himself. To use a trite and overworked cliché, what doesn’t kill Shanna serves only to make her stronger and more resolved to find her way back to her people—back to her family.

Shanna—a full nine months pregnant—puts a plan into motion and leaves the fish camp where she’s been a captive for years, but she must constantly keep one eye on the way before her and one eye on the way behind her. She can’t risk being caught and brought back to the fish camp—to a way of life that only brought her pain and suffering. It’s shortly after her escape that she gives birth to a beautiful baby boy. All alone and with no safe haven to run to, Shanna forges on ahead in her goal of finding the one woman she hopes can help her.

Kathryn Williams is no stranger to pain and heartache, either. A failed marriage. A miscarriage. A divorce during a time when it was virtually unheard of. And a life that’s lonely for a woman who truly wants a husband and a family. Kathryn has much support in her life. Her mother resides with her plus there are several people who love and protect her. There’s one man who’s loved her all her life. There’s another Kathryn loves and wants to share the rest of her life. One knows her pain. The other knows she’s divorced and is allowing that to stand in his way. One wants nothing more than to shower her with affection. The other can’t seem to see past her strength and independence. Kathryn’s heart has room for both men in different ways.

When Shanna crosses paths with Kathryn, she immediately places her trust—as well as her son—in Kathryn’s hands. Shanna knows men are coming for her to take her back to the fish camp. She knows her son will not survive in that type of environment. If only she could get to the land where her people have relocated—to where her family is—she’ll finally find peace and happiness. But peace and happiness have a price for a woman on the run. Shanna must leave behind her son.

When Kathryn’s ex-husband, Alex returns, Kathryn immediately suspects he’s up to no good. Shanna knows Alex as well, and knows for a fact he’s up to no good. When Alex promises to take Shanna to the land of her people, she has no choice but to go with him. She walks away from Kathryn and from her son, and endures more mistreatment from Alex during the journey to her family. Soon after her departure, her son—now named Aaron by Kathryn—takes ill. Out of desperation, Kathryn takes the baby, hitches up a wagon, and heads out to find Shanna, knowing the young woman was the only one who could provide what Aaron needed.

The journeys both women take are riveting, pulling the reader right into their stories. You can’t help but cheer each on to happiness and the futures they deserve. If this reviewer had any complaints it would be that the man Kathryn chooses is not worthy of her. He’s too caught up in the reveries of another woman, in the fact that Kathryn can provide for herself and doesn’t need a man to make her a woman, and doesn’t truly get past her past to love her in the way she deserves to be loved.

If you’re looking for a book that brings you history, a hint or two of mystery, romance, and good strong characters that you’ll willingly love and dislike then Bridged By Love by Patricia Lieb is the book for you. Leave your cares behind and travel inside the lives of Shanna and Kathryn. Their stories will stay with you long after you turn the last page.

Bea

Reviewer, WritersWall.com

4 bricks out of 5

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{September 29, 2009}   Cover Corner: Stacey Coverstone

The Write Time & Place extends a warm welcome to this week’s Cover Corner author in the spotlight, Stacey Coverstone. Stacey comes to fiction writing with a background in children’s literature. With books like Delaney’s Crossing, we’re glad she made the transition from kiddie lit to western romances! Please leave Stacey a comment at the end of her showcase and let her know your thoughts! Thanks so much! … ~Valerie

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Blurb:


A 300-year old Celtic curse unites a career woman from the present with a western doctor from the past.

Delaney Marshall is disappointed with the dating scene and making costly mistakes in her career. On a day when everything goes wrong, a rainbow appears and a strange little Irish cabbie urges her to cross a bridge she’s never seen before–causing her to question her sanity after realizing she’s stepped into a Wild West 121 years in the past.

Gabriel Whitman, a handsome bachelor with a secret, is the town doctor in 1888 Phoenix. When a runaway wagon threatens the life of a pretty blonde in a short skirt and mismatched shoes, he pushes her out of harm’s way–and more than sparks from the wagon wheels start to fly.

Somehow Delaney’s traveled into another world and found the man of her dreams. But can true love transcend the separation of time?

Excerpt:


When Delaney glanced at her watch, she realized the celebration had carried on for two hours. She had a headache and felt dizzy. She placed three fingers to her aching forehead.

Gabriel helped her to her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You’re pale.”

She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Although she wasn’t sure she was okay, she signaled by shaking her head and let her eyes sweep across the ramada. The Pima were leaving, disappearing into the dark like phantoms in the night.

Dances With Wind and her newly christened Flying Star were lifted and taken back to their hogan in the hide, by the same broad shouldered men who had carried them out. Running Deer, She Who Dreams, and One Who Cries followed their mother and baby brother. He Who Fights Bravely waited behind and stood in front of Delaney in all his bare-chested beauty.

She stared into his deep brown eyes. She was mesmerized, drunk, high, confused, and aroused all at the same time. She grabbed Gabriel’s hand and squeezed. He squeezed back. She wondered what was to come next. It had been a very weird night so far. A shiver ran down her spine as He Who Fights Bravely asked, “You like celebration?”

“Yes. Very much.” It was all she could squeak out.

He moved his head up and down—once—firmly. “Follow me.”

He led the couple to a small dwelling far down the road, past his own home. It was located right on the banks of the river. The bright moon’s rays lit up the splashing water, which shone like diamonds. Delaney had a strong desire to strip and go skinny-dipping.

“Stay here tonight,” the Indian said, making an arc with the sweep of his hand. “You make love.” He looked back and forth, between them.

Seemed there’d be no conversation about it. He Who Fights Bravely spun around and sprang off like a gazelle back down the road.

Stunned, the two of them stood frozen, speechless for a moment. The man’s announcement had awakened Delaney from her drug-induced reverie with a jolt, as if ice water had been thrown on her. But it was Gabriel who found his voice first. He quietly said, “Well, our mutual friend certainly seems determined to get us together tonight.”

The corners of her mouth tilted. The drink had made her reckless and over-confident. Silently, she grasped his hand and pulled him inside. The entrance to the hogan was much smaller than the one He Who Fights Bravely and his family lived in. They bent down and crawled on their hands and knees through the small arched doorway. When her eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings, she glimpsed the makings of a soft animal hide and fur bed on the ground. Crawling toward the bed, she drew Gabriel with her.

Reviews:

“Stacey Coverstone has once again made her name in the world of writing.” ~Brenda Talley, reviewer, The Romance Studio

“A pleasant romance with likeable characters that exlores what we value in life and the importance of finding our calling.” ~Carol, reviewer, Love Western Romance

Stacey’s Biography:

Stacey Coverstone lives in Maryland with her husband, daughters, horses, German Shepherds, and some barn cats. She has a Master’s degree in Human Resources Development and works at a private liberal arts college. She’s been writing all her life and is the published author of five romances and two books for children. Having fallen in love with cowboys at an early age, her favorite genre to write is the western romance, both contemporary and historical. When she’s not writing, Stacey enjoys horseback riding, photography, scrapbooking, and traveling—especially the American West where most of her stories take place.

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{September 22, 2009}   Cover Corner: Lavada Dee!

The Write Time & Place is very pleased to welcome this week’s Cover Corner guest, best selling author, Lavada Dee. Lavada’s new Siren-Bookstrand release, Forever Love debuts today. Lavada’s current book, For Love or Money topped the best seller list almost instantly after being released. Check out both of her books below. Make sure you leave Lavada your comments and feedback at the end of the post. ~Valerie

Forever Love:

“I admire women who escape abusive and violent relationships to build a new life for themselves. I can imagine their sacrifices, fears and loneliness. I wanted to write a romance around the dark side of their life to bring out the hope of happy endings.” ~ Lavada ~

ld-flRoman Ragazzi, criminologist turned best selling author, works as a special investigator for the prosecutor’s office. When Bethany Towers is assigned to prosecute his latest case he has a problem. He thought he’d gotten over his love for her, but finds out a love like theirs isn’t all that easy to walk away from.

Bethany knows she’ll be working closely with Roman, and she’s not sure she can keep her professional and personal feelings separate. She’s loved him for what seems like forever and knows she always will. Once he felt the same way, then she made a decision that changed their lives. Will telling him the whole story restore his love, and what about his trust? She wants it all.

Excerpt:

As she slowly inched away from him, his hand tightened, pulling her hard against him. The breath she’d been holding came out in a soft groan of pleasure. Giving up the pretense of wanting to get up she rolled over and pulled herself up so she could reach his mouth. Lowering her mouth, she kissed him. He might not have been fully awake, but his senses evidently didn’t need his mind to react. Bethany gave a sigh as his tongue parted her lips and he deepened the kiss. He found the clasp on her skirt and slid it down. She helped him remove the rest of her clothes until all she had on were the thigh highs. His voice was whiskey rough. “Leave them on.”

With frustration, she worked the buttons on his shirt. He wouldn’t stay still long enough for her to get them undone. “Help me. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

At her softly spoken words, he took her hands away and finished the job himself. Pulling her back against him he said, “You feel so good, so soft, so….mine.”

It had to be early because the room was dark. Rolling away, Roman opened the door to the nightstand and took out protection. At same time, he snapped the lamp on.

It all took little more than a second, but long enough for Bethany to come fully awake and have second thoughts. A blush spread across her face and her voice shook. “I know I started this, but it probably isn’t a good idea.”

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Roman couldn’t believe what he heard. He’d woken up to all of Bethany. She’d been open and passionate as she’d kissed him awake and almost melted into him. Now, it wasn’t a good idea? With a groan he fell back across the bed. Shielding his eyes with his forearm, he willed himself to gain control. It didn’t work. With a curse he rolled over intending to get up, but at his first sight of her, he knew he couldn’t walk away from this. Her hair fell in sexy disarray and her lips were full and soft from their kisses. When she nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, he groaned and reached over, drawing her down with him on the bed.

She started to say something, but Roman put the tip of his finger against her mouth, silencing her. “Shush, no more second guessing. No more, all right?”

Bethany shook her head in assent and, snuggling against him, reached up and covered his mouth with hers. “I need you now. Please.” She breathed into his mouth.

“Make sure, because in another second I’m going to be beyond stopping. Beyond thinking. Tell me again you want me. You want this.”

“I do. I want you so much I ache.” She nipped on the lobe of his ear letting her breath tease his neck. “Please, I need to feel you inside me, moving and . . .” She broke of with a soft moan.

Romans soft laugh filled the room as he said, “Damn, I love it when you talk like this.”

Slipping his hand between her legs, he could feel that she was more than ready. Good, ready was good. This wouldn’t to take long and that was a shame. Click to continue reading.

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For Love or Money:

“One of my favorite movies is Pretty Woman. In this story, Megan, like Julia Roberts character in the movie, is out of her element in the world of the hero. To me, a must for a good story is being engaged in the emotion of the characters. Megan and Alex will bring you in as they struggle for their happily ever after.” ~ Lavada Dee ~

ld-flomWealthy hotel owner Alexander Colin King wants a child and heir. He is used to getting what he wants and he wants Megan Moore for the mother of his baby. Alex knows he can make his proposal easier if he takes a more traditional approach, but he will be honest with Megan. No courting, no wine and roses. This is going to be a business proposal.

When Alex presents her with his business proposal, Megan at first thinks he’s asking her to be a surrogate mother, but he quickly makes it clear he intends to create a child the traditional way.

Excerpt:

Alex took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy, but he was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted Megan. He knew he could make it easier if he took a more traditional approach, but from the beginning, he’d known he would be honest with her. No courting, no wine and roses. This was going to be a business proposal. However, he hadn’t factored Rebecca’s health into his plan. The way things were playing out, his proposal was going to be more brutal than honest. Megan worked for him, and now more than ever she needed her job. He held the winning cards. With Rebecca’s heart condition, Megan didn’t have much of a choice other than the one he intended to offer her unless she filed a harassment suit. If she did, he knew with her limited funds, and the legal counsel he had at his disposal, he would win. He also knew that if she went that route he’d instruct his attorney to settle. Either way Rebecca was going to get the best medical treatment money could buy.

Physically, she was everything he could want. She was a medium height of five foot five, and her figure was perfectly proportioned. She didn’t flaunt her looks, and dressed on the conservative side, though it didn’t matter, with her violet eyes and sensual mouth, she could be wearing a gunnysack.

Alex watched that mouth now, and was tempted to reach over and trace her lip with his finger. Not tonight, though. She wouldn’t let him tonight, but by next week, if he had his way…

Alex lifted his coffee, taking the time to gather his thoughts. He anticipated the impact of his proposal, and his heart thudded with the challenge. “I know it’s been a long day, and you’re tired. In truth, it would be better if we could put off talking until tomorrow. However, with Rebecca’s medical condition, we don’t have the luxury of time. The next few days are going to be hard.”

Alex stood up and walked across the room. “I heard most of what the doctor told you about Rebecca’s condition. I can guess the rest.”

Agitated, he ran his hands through his hair and sat back down on the couch. “Unless I’m mistaken, King’s Crown employs you as a casual employee, which means you’re not covered with the company’s health insurance.”

Megan’s eyes looked bruised. “No. You’re right; I don’t have any insurance.”

Standing up, she visibly pulled herself together. “I really have to go. This is my problem, not yours. I appreciate your kindness in stopping in at the hospital and for dinner, but it’s getting late and, as you pointed out, the next few days are going to be stressful, to say the least.”

Alex started to answer, but Megan interrupted him. “I know I don’t have sick leave either. Hopefully, Rebecca will recover quickly, and I can return to work before you have to replace me.”

Alex grated out his next word’s with a harsh tone. “I’ll take care of Rebecca’s medical expenses.”

Megan scooted to the edge of the sofa. “Why? You hardly know me. Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I can handle this.”

“Yeah, right. In the meantime, the clock is ticking for your daughter. If you try to get State Aid, which you no doubt can, it’s going to take time.”

Alex knew he was being brutal but continued on anyway. “Megan, you have to know what money can buy. Look around you. Hell, that car out there cost just under three hundred thousand. If I finance the operation, Rebecca will have the best. That means the best doctors and the best accommodations. Do you honestly think you can provide what she needs?”

He paused. “Well maybe what she needs, but is that all you want? To provide only the bare necessities?”

Megan blinked back tears. “So, what are you proposing, a loan? It will take me awhile to pay it back, but I have a friend who can help me get an extra job that pays well.”

“And who takes care of Rebecca while you hold down two jobs?”

Megan lowered her gaze to the floor. “This job is nights, after Rebecca is in bed, and our neighbor who watches her now can just spend the night. Besides…” Megan broke off. Taking a deep breath, she continued. “Besides, I wouldn’t have to work every night. Kel…my friend, says I’d have to work only a couple of nights a week.”

She didn’t have to finish the sentence for him to know she was talking about Kelly. Alex clenched his teeth shut on the nasty reply he wanted to make. He’d spent most of the day with King’s Crown security and the police. To add to his frustration, he’d wanted to fire Kelly outright, but they’d convinced him to hold off and give them a chance to close the escort service down by getting the top guys. Kelly, the receptionist that worked alongside Megan, was using the hotel for a place of business, and he didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know exactly how Megan intended getting the money to pay him back. Still, he wanted to hear her say it. “Do you have any idea of the cost for this kind of operation?”

Still avoiding eye contact, Megan kept her gaze focused on the floor in front of Alex. “When the first tests came back, I checked with the hospital office to get an idea of the costs. They said somewhere between a hundred and two hundred thousand. When I talked to the doctor, he confirmed it.”

So she had done her homework and knew how much money she was going to need. He winced at what it would take to get it. Even if she was good, which equated to expensive, that was going to be a lot of late-night work. He’d be damned if he cared. That she was willing to prostitute herself only helped the case he was going to make.

Alex leaned back against the sofa, giving the allusion of comfort, when he was feeling anything but comfortable with what he was saying. “I have a better option for you. You need money, and I have it. On the flip side, I need you for something I want.”

Megan’s head snapped up and Alex paused. In her eyes he saw what a cornered animal looked like just before it sprang for the jugular. The look was there for a only second, then gone. He had to give her credit; she was a fighter and a smart one. Click to continue reading.

Reviews:

5 BOOKS: “While For Love or Money features a marriage-of-convenience premise that has been done countless times before, I enjoyed this author’s take on the premise and the surprises and twists she threw in with the characters and their relationship with one another. For Love or Money is a extremely pleasurable story filled with characters you can’t help but come to love.” — Long and Short Romance Review

5 HEARTS: “This story is extremely thought provoking, making anyone who reads this story stop and think about how you would have reacted if you were in Megan’s shoes… For Love Or Money is an excellent name for this book, for both Alex and Megan will have to chose which road they will take. A great book with loving and passionate scenes written with good taste and a nice storyline for everyone to enjoy.” — Margo Arthur, The Romance Studio

Both books are available through Siren-BookStrand

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About Lavada:

Lavada lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She is an avid reader, enjoying almost all genres. She takes the advice to write what you enjoy reading to heart and her goal is to write books that cross genres, taking the reader on different paths with equally enjoyable and captivating stories.

A dreamer, Lavada has a need to create. She worked in the computer field designing and developing first mainframe applications and later web sites. The art of writing has proved to be a challenge but it gives her satisfaction beyond anything she could have dreamed. When not writing, Lavada enjoys reading, web development, and being with her husband and their very alpha Jack Russell Terrier.



{September 15, 2009}   Cover Corner: ME!

Good Tuesday morning! This week’s Cover Corner is happy to welcome…Me! LOL. It’s corny, I know, but I’m truly excited about my new release, Honor Thy Neighbor, which debuts today! So thank you for stopping by today. I hope you’ll take the time to read one more excerpt and leave me a comment! Thanks so much! …Valerie

HTN.1.fullDetective Matthew Hayes sat at the bar talking to the sole surviving partner of the Sundown Restaurant. Leo Ciarra, a man of small stature with graying black hair and a thin mustache, stood opposite the detective, nervously twirling the ice in his empty highball glass.

“I’m telling you,” Leo began for the tenth time that afternoon, his voice cracking and hinting at his desperation. “Frank’s dead because of a mob hit. I know that as sure as I know I’m next in line.” Leo smoothed back the wispy remains of his receding hairline and began twirling the ice in the glass again. “The moment Frank became a model citizen and called the police over that body found in the alley, our days began to tick off one by one.”

Matt took a long draw on his ginger ale then leaned farther into the counter, his eyes connecting with Leo’s. “Mr. Ciarra, I promise you I’m keeping a close eye on both you and your family.”

“Yeah, well who’s keeping a close eye on you? You need backup, young man.”

Just then a commotion at the front door pulled Leo’s attention from his glass. Matt turned in time to see a gunman raise his arm and take aim. “Get down!” Matt yelled as he quickly drew his 9mm semi-automatic from the holster on his belt.

Shots rang out and Matt felt the hot metal slice through his left shoulder before another shot pummeled his chest. The blast of the bullets jerked his body backward, throwing him into the bar’s railing. On the way to the floor, he knocked his head on the same railing. The screams of the patrons filled Detective Sergeant Hayes’ ears as darkness closed in around him. continue reading

Contest!

To celebrate this new release, I’ll be giving away one free download to one lucky fan who answers the questions listed below by sending their responses to me in an email. Winner will be chosen randomly from all correct entries. Good luck and thank you for sharing release day with me!

There are two excerpts posted on this blog and one excerpt posted on Siren-Bookstrand’s website. All questions will come from those excerpts and the bonus question will come from my author’s page, which is connected to the book’s excerpt page. Easy!

  1. Who claims that her father taught her the tricks of his trade and how to hold her liquor?

  2. While he’s undercover, a newspaper reporter accuses Sean of being a cop. How does he deflect this accusation?

  3. What does Ashlynn want to attend that Sean keeps insisting she shouldn’t?

  4. BONUS: In my Bookstrand interview, which of my books do I say would make a great movie and which would make a great TV series?

Okay, there you have it! Click the book’s cover above to go to the interview and click the continue reading button above to go to the book’s excerpt page. And don’t forget about the excerpt previously posted to this blog. Simply scroll down! Email your answers to me by midnight eastern daylight savings time and the winner will be announced tomorrow! Thanks again for sharing release day with me. Watch for the paperback in February 2010!

Contact me: beaware265 @ yahoo.com (remember to delete the spaces before and after the @)



{September 1, 2009}   Cover Corner: Harvey Tate

Welcome to Cover Corner. Please join me in welcoming a talented writer and an all around decent chap…Harvey Tate. Harvey’s busy promoting his current release As The Wind Walks with Asylett Press, and preparing for a new release with Champagne Books. Take a moment to read a blurb of As The Wind Walks, learn a little about Harvey, and leave him a comment to let him know you liked what you saw and read. Thanks so much! …Valerie

As The Wind Walks…

ATWW_BookFront_LRGAs The Wind Walks is an epic tale of two men who represent two different eras, their wars and loves. Both grow and mature in crucibles of conflict–the Civil War and World War II.

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David Werner is a ninety-four year old veteran of the American Civil war. His great grandson, Edmund Carter faces maturity in 1940s Baltimore.

While his great grandfather recounts his time in the Union Army, after enlisting at the age of fourteen, Edmund considers his own immediate future in the military. As the candle burns low for David, Edmund’s flame and passion are ignited–not only for war, but for a remarkable girl.

The Civil War and World War II sagas take in the Fifty-Fifth Ohio Volunteer Regiment of 1861 to 1865, and the Marine Raiders in the Pacific. The story uncovers two loves amongst the misery of these wars–the love between grandfather and grandson, and their love for the women who guide them. It also encompasses the friendships that strengthen their characters. It is an account told through the eyes of ordinary men who stood tall at a time when their country needed them.

All About Harvey Tate:

Harvey R. Tate was born in Uniontown, Pennsylvania and raised in the Canton section of Baltimore, Maryland. He stumbled into a love of learning while attending California University of Pennsylvania–graduating with a degree in education. He later earned a Master’s Degree from Towson University. He counts three children and seven grandchildren among his accomplishments.

After thirty-one years as a teacher and high school administrator, all in Anne Arundel County, Maryland, Harvey retired. He and his wife Susan are recent transplants to Virginia and the Richmond area. He writes for the love of it, and to answer the questions “What are you doing now” and “What are the perfect words that fit the universal puzzle”. He has authored three novels. His writing influences include Loren Eiseley, Michael Shaara, Ray Bradbury, and early comic books.

A creature of habit, Harvey can be found on most days ordering a decaf Americano at Coffee Lane in Mechanicsville, Virginia.

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