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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/

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This review for That Taste of Orange appeared on December 17, 2009 on Dark Diva Reviews.  I’ve been waiting for a review by this site ever since my first release, Her Last, came out in July ’09.  Her Last–not being a romance–did not qualify for a review from this popular review site.  😦  But I got my wish when my Christmas-themed romance was released.  🙂

So…here it is!

Kathy’s Review: This Christmas tale goes a long way to dispelling the myth that Christmas is always a time of joyful celebration. What happens when a couple, married a number of years, has let other concerns take over their lives?

This is the basis behind Sabrina and Chas’s story. Valerie J. Patterson has, in That Taste of Orange, given us a timely reminder that we need to consciously appreciate what we have and the people in our lives. And that a marriage, regardless of the love between the couple, needs a lot of TLC, especially when stress levels are high. This is a lesson that both Bri and Chas have to learn and we are treated to a wonderful story about the magic of love, family and Christmas.



I am always amazed at what I’ll find on the ‘Net if I look long enough!  I was scouring the ‘Net looking for reviews of That Taste of Orange to continue posting them here when I found a link for ny.insiderfood.com with my title beside it.  Curious as to why a New York City food website would be interested in my book, I clicked the link.  To my surprise and delight there beside a list of foods that are orange, have orange in them, or are flavored orange was the cover to my book along with a buy link!  How cool is that?

Anyway, without further delay, here is the third review for That Taste of Orange, which appeared on The Pen and Muse on December 7, 2009.

Rating: 4 stars

Reviewed by Denisse Alicea

What I liked: What more could you want with a Christmas story! Ms. Patterson, gets it right with her exceptional story. A story of love. Something we all need during the holidays.

It’s short and sweet and to the point…and I love it!  😀



I’m a little late in getting the reviews added here, but stick with me. I’m getting them up now this week. That said, here’s the second official review for my November Eternal Press release: That Taste of Orange.

Night Owl Reviews‘ Silvermage made That Taste of Orange a Reviewer Top Pick! It scored 4.5 stars out of 5! The review appeared on November 23, 2009.

The review:

Sabrina and Chas Montgomery are pastry chefs and have been married for four years. A while back they opened up Sabrina’s Sweet Sensations, a specialty dessert shop. They both enjoy chocolate and orange together and even have a chocolate orange cake. But not everything is sweet at the shop. They have lately been fighting. Christmastime is not turning out to be as inspiring as it should be.

They are working on their marriage, but are just so tired from all the long hours. After a good family get together and being passionate again will these two turn things around? Will Chas’s angel be the perfect gift?

I enjoyed That Taste of Orange and the characters. The relationship between Chas and Sabrina was touching and their romantic gestures inspiring. It was an enjoyable, feel good story. The family and Christmas aspects were just the icing on the cake. And the food references had me salivating and craving desert.



{December 13, 2009}   O.K,. so it’s been a while…

Yeah, it’s been a while since I was last here with anything personal.  Thanksgiving and Christmas have kept me fairly busy, but mostly I was away on family emergencies.

My older sister, Shelley, nearly died from the H1N1.  She spent some time in ICU on a ventilator struggling for her life.  That was 2 weeks ago.  She’s home, but still dealing with health issues, which I pray end very soon so that she is well for Christmas.  She’s got a new grandson, and I want her to be healthy so she can experience this first Christmas with him.

Having her survive is a miracle, and I am eternally thankful for answered prayers and a healing touch from God.

Yesterday, my younger sister and her girls–and their friends–came for a visit.  We spent the day doing the Christmas baking.  Several hundred cookies later, we collapsed exhausted all around the living room to watch a holiday movie.  I love having family at my home.  It’s just such a blessing to be surrounded by people you love, knowing they love you back!

I’ve been scouring the ‘net for items I’ve missed regarding my work…reviews and such…which I’ll be posting throughout the week.

Another year has come and practically gone.  2010 will be here before we know it.  I’m hopeful for fresh beginnings on some works I have in progress.  I’m trying to get book one in a new series revised and completed and submitted to a publisher.  I have a couple short fiction pieces I want to submit to Eternal Press, too.  I keep saying I’m waiting for things to slow down, but I can’t wait on that…need to embrace the new year with gusto!

Happy Sunday!



{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!



{November 7, 2009}   It’s Release Day!!

Yay! My new holiday-themed release That Taste of Orange comes out TODAY!!!! Eternal Press releases my second short fiction piece with them this year. I’m very excited–in case you really can’t tell–and am actually the first one at the Eternal Press Launch Party! I was afraid I was late, and I’m the only one there. Please stop by the Launch Party and join me! You’ll meet all the other Eternal Press authors with new releases today. There’s a fine line up, too, so everyone should find something there to enjoy!

TTOO.VS The Blurb:

Can the taste of orange rekindle their passion?

If ever two people were perfectly suited for each other, it’s Sabrina and Chas. Both pastry chefs. Both excellent cooks. And both love the taste of orange. But the Christmas season has been a very busy time at their pastry shop, and they’re both feeling the weight of the long hours, the lack of personal time, and the stress of the holidays.

Sabrina wants nothing more for Christmas than to regain the wonderful relationship she once had with her husband. The very traits that drew her to him in the beginning are now driving her crazy. Chas loves his wife, but he’s overworked and needs some down time. When he suggests they need time apart—and neglects to tell her where he was one evening—Sabrina thinks the worst.

Will the end of the holidays signal the end of their union? Or can one juicy little orange bring them back where they belong?

The Excerpt:

She got up and went downstairs, wondering where Chas was. As she stood in the kitchen doorway, she smiled. He was wearing the bottoms to a pair of pajamas she bought him last year. They had candy canes all over them. His dark brown hair—which reminded her of dark chocolate when wet—was damp and a crescent-shaped section hung over his forehead. It was clear that he’d taken a shower while she napped. She wondered how he’d been in their bedroom without her knowing. Used to be, she could just sense when he was around her.

His chest was bare save for the bib apron he wore. In the front pocket of the apron were a hand towel and a potholder. Tucked into the waistband of his pants was another hand towel. On the counter were several small glass bowls containing various ingredients circling a large mixing bowl, a carton of eggs, and the bottle of Amade ChocOrange liqueur. He picked up a wooden spoon, twirling it like a drummer would a stick, before using it to mix whatever was in the bowl. She watched him, unable to take her eyes off his biceps…watching them pump up and down as he reached for the little glass bowls one at a time, dumping ingredients into the mixing bowl. Exchanging the wooden spoon for a stainless steel whisk, he hummed as he expertly whipped the chocolate-orange velvet cream to a light, delicate fluff.

He grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer, which he dipped into the cream. Her eyes followed the spoon to his mouth, eagerly watching his tongue as he licked the remains of the cream off the stainless steel. Her body heated up. She really wanted to go in there, rip off the bib apron, and smear his chest with that cream.

The Live Chat:

Join all the Eternal Press authors with new releases for November in a live chat this evening! Come on over!



{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 30, 2009}   Honor Thy Neighbor: Snippets!

As promised, I’m posting various snippets from my new release, Honor Thy Neighbor. Honor Thy Neighbor is a mystery/crime novel that also falls into the romance genre due to the fantastic relationship between the two main characters: Ashlynn and Sean Myerson. Enjoy the snippets, and leave me a comment or two telling me which were your favorites! Thanks! … ~Valerie

Mystery Snippet #1:

Walking down the sidewalk and into the alley, she spied Eliza’s car in its usual spot. As she made her way around the car to the back door, a startled scream parted her lips. She found Eliza prostrate on the ground between the car and the shop’s rear door—the petal pink dress she wore saturated with her own blood.

Romance Snippet #1:

Ashlynn sat up, the sheet falling from her shoulders to reveal her naked torso, healthy and toned. “We haven’t made love yet.”

Sean turned, his eyes drinking in the view she willingly gave him. His body reacted. Her auburn tresses—unkempt by sleep’s beautician—poured over her shoulder, barely covering the firm swell of flesh. Her passion always turned her sultry blue eyes a subtle shade of navy.

Mystery Snippet #2:

“Alex spotted someone in the yard at the front of Leo’s house,” Nancy said to Sean. “He lost sight when the figure went around the side of the house.”

“Call the station. Get a car up there now,” Sean ordered. “They’re supposed to be patrolling the neighborhood, so it won’t take long to get a response. Dispatch will log your calls as anonymous tips. There won’t be any trails leading back to this house.”

Romance Snippet #2:

Sean searched her eyes, seeing nothing but love and desire there. His mouth met hers. He needed more from her, had to have more from her. Releasing the front clasp, he parted the soft silkiness of her bra, her breasts poured out and into his waiting hands. He tasted her, every bare inch of her breasts. The cool rainwater blended with her natural taste, inciting him to seek more from her.

His mouth moved along her neck, over her shoulders and again on her breasts before returning to her mouth.

Mystery Snippet #3:

Sean lowered his voice. “Is there a safe place behind the bar for my weapon?”

Leo showed his first sign of uneasiness. “There’s an old cash drawer beneath the bar. We stopped using it when we got the computerized registers. No one even remembers it’s there. Will that do?”

“As long as it’s accessible.” Sean glanced around. “Anyone besides you know what I’m really doing here?”

The older man paused, searching Sean’s eyes. “No one suspects a thing. Frank put out the word he wanted to hire a new bartender. Everyone knew.”

“What happened to the last bartender?”

“Someone murdered him.”

Romance Snippet #3:

“Nancy and Alex will be here in an hour. Are you getting up, or shall I conduct the strategy session in our bedroom?”

Tossing the sheet away from her, she stood and stretched. As she moved past him she whispered, “You may have won the round, but your eyes tell me you lost the bout.”

Catching her around the waist, he brought her naked body flush against him “I’d say you’re lethal.”

Mystery Snippet #4:

Nancy handed Cain the plastic bag containing the letter. “Sean wants it taken to Forensics.”

“When did he get this?”

“Sometime this morning. Leo found it when he opened the restaurant. Sean said it refers to a boy who’s been seeing Leo’s daughter. Apparently, he’s not in high school. He has his own agenda.”

“Where’s the girl now?”

Romance Snippet #4:

“Where are we?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know. I think we’re in a basement or under a porch. I don’t know.”

“How long have we been here?”

“I don’t know that, either. They drugged me after I put you in the car. I can’t be sure of the day, either.”

A small laugh parted her lips. “You are a well of information. What time is it?”

“Nighttime.”

“Looks like you got one right,” she mused.

“I do my best.”



{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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