Monday, June 26, 2017

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for A Convenient Risk by Sara R. Turnquist

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PLANTSING: How I Wrote A Novella In 3 Days by Sara R. Turnquist


What a weird word, huh? Especially to those who are not in the writing world. But even for writers, this word may not look familiar. It is what happens when a pantser begins to bring plotting into their process or vice a versa.

Hold on a minute...what’s a pantser? What’s a plotter? I'm lost...

Let me help.

A pantser is someone who "writes by the seat of their pants". There is no planning, there is no outlining, they just sit and write and let the story come as it may.
A plotter/outliner/planner, to the opposite extreme, plans out the entire novel, sometimes down to the most minute detail. Plotters can have pages upon pages of notes, diagrams, charts, and whatnot before they ever write one word of the manuscript.

Pantsing tends to be more work on the back end, giving you a pretty rough first draft. While plotting is a heavier workload on the front side, giving way to a more polished first draft. I've heard it said that for a pantser, the first draft is just a very detailed plotting session. Take from that what you will.

So, what are you? What am I?

It is said that what you are in life (a list maker, a scheduler, etc), you tend to be in your writing. That is so not true of me. The idea of going to the grocery store without a list makes me anxious. Not having my day planned and a "to do" list in hand would probably give me a panic attack.

But I was a total pantser when it came to my writing. I would just sit and write with little idea about where I was going and how things would turn out. Vague ideas...very vague. I love letting the story unfold and surprise me...setting the characters in motion and having them take over the story.

Once you have established your characters, the way they will react/interact is pretty set. You can't have them doing something or react in a way that is outside of the character you've established, right? So, through the twists and turns of the plot, you can let your characters lead you where they will go. Pantsing is exciting and exhilarating.


As I have learned more and honed my craft, I have begun to see the wisdom in taking time to plot…some. At least sketching out my characters. This deepens the character, and thus the readers’ experience with them.

And, as I began to do some plotting with characters, I found that the novels went deeper and flowed out of me faster. The most recent novella was completed in 3 days. And that's not 3 long, arduous, 10-K-craziness kind of days. I put in probably 5 hours each of those days.

What does that process look like?

First, you have to pull out your hero and heroine, your POV (point of view) characters. Then you fill out character profile sheets on them and do some preliminary daydreaming. Then, I get down to business. I love Susan May Warren's The Story Equation -  drilling down and deepening my characters by finding their Dark Moment Story (you just have to read Warren's book).

Then you can take that, and sketch out a basic plot outline, which is discussed in her book. I do one of these skeleton outlines for each of the POV characters. Now I'm ready to dive in and begin writing. Unless I'm still feeling stuck. Then I might go to the Randy Ingermanson's Snowflake Method and go through the first 4 steps. This will help wrap my mind around what the novel is really about.

At this point, I have deeply developed characters, the whole iceberg, so to speak. Am I going to put everything on the page? No. The reader will only see the tip of that iceberg. But I need to know the entire structure in order to make that piece the reader interacts with feel three-dimensional.

And with my characters firmly in my mind, I can let my pantsing take off. Since I know them well, I can give them more freedom to "take over" the novel and go places I never could have imagined.

A Convenient Risk
By Sara R. Turnquist

Publisher: Sara R. Turnquist
Release Date: May 16, 2017
Genre: Historical Romance
Length: 259 Pages
ISBN: 978-1546753889
ASIN: B071F96624

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About the book:

He never imagined her heart would be so hard to reach.

Forced into a marriage of convenience after her husband dies, Amanda Haynes is determined she will never love again. Not that it bothers Brandon Miller. He needs her husband’s cattle ranch and life insurance policy. She needs financial stability and long-term support for her son and herself. But she never expected to care so much about the running of the ranch.

Butting heads over the decisions of the ranch, adding to her frustration and grief at her loss. Her wellbeing is soon threatened as their lives become entangled with Billy the Kid and his gang. What has she gotten herself into? What kind of man has she married? Is there any way out?


“My son…where is he?”

Brandon’s hands grazed her elbows still. Did she dare take comfort from it?

“He couldn’t get to sleep on his own, so he’s in the room with Uncle Owen.”

“Oh.” She turned away, wishing she could pull her arms away from his touch.

He remained quiet for a few moments. “He was quite worried about you when you didn’t return for dinner.”

Amanda looked in his direction again. His features were coming into focus as her eyes took in the little bits of moonlight coming in through the window, but only in forms, no details. “He was?”

Brandon nodded. “We all were.”

“Oh?” Why would she bait him? She did not know. But the utterance was beyond her lips before she could stop it. Amanda tightened her lips to keep anything else from coming forth.

“Yes. As was I.” His voice was thick.

His confession stirred something high in her chest. Something that spindled and twisted. Something pleasant. It was but a taste, and she wanted more. But how?

“You were?” What was that in her voice? Hope? She barely recognized it.

He stepped closer to her. Heat emanated from his body. “Of course I was.”

Her head began to swim as the stirrings in her chest spread throughout her whole body, tangling and weaving into her being. Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to?

 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Sara is originally from Middle Tennessee. After a short stint in Memphis, where she earned a degree in Biology and began a career as both a Zoo Educator and a Sleep Technician, she then followed a dream to work for a large zoo in Orlando, FL as an Educator. Once she and her husband started their family, they moved back to Middle Tennessee where they currently reside. 

Sara and her husband now enjoy a full life with their three beautiful and very active children. She enjoys many creative outlets – singing, piano, drawing, drama, and organizing anything. And even though she has enjoyed her career as a Zoo Educator, Sara's great love of the written word continued to draw her to write. She has always been an avid reader and, for many years, has been what she terms a “closet writer”. 

Her travels and love of history have served to inspire her to write clean Historical Romance. Sara has made several trips to the Czech Republic. Her time among the Czech people and the landscapes of the country inspired her and greatly influenced her work on her debut novel, The Lady Bornekova, set in Hradec Kralove, Czech Republic. Sara is also the author of The General’s Wife, Off to War, Hope in Cripple Creek, and A Convenient Risk and a member of ACFW.

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Book Blast & #Giveaway for Harper's Place by Sheryl Winters

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Harper’s Place
By Sheryl Winters

Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: March 27, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781370516032

About the book:

Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearing men. Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.

Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.

When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality?


"I'm scared." I'm standing outside of my favorite coffee shop, waiting for the barista to call out my coffee order. My cell phone glued to my ear.

“He should be there any minute right?” Patrick’s warm voice sounds in my ear. He left earlier than either of us wanted last night. With a morning meeting with an old Navy buddy, he had no choice. Is it right to miss someone you’re barely dating?

“Yeah. What if he says no?”

“Then you start looking for a business loan, you do something, anything else,” Patrick replies firmly. “You’ve put in too much prep work just to give it up.”

“You think I can do this.” I hate the way the quiver in my voice makes me feel weak as if I were thirteen again and the tree scraping against my bedroom window is scaring me.

“Harper, you’re the smartest girl I know. You can do anything. You just have to believe. Are you going to be okay? I can head over.”

“You told me last night that you haven’t seen Terry in over five years. You stay there and meet your friend’s train.”

“You’ll be just fine. You know that, don’t you?” The confidence in his voice steadies me.

“One large skinny mocha and a small oregon chai,” the barista shouts.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you back later.” Clicking on my cell, I drop it into my pocket. I accept both coffees and head for one of the small tables outside.

“Hey, just in time.” Tony drops onto the empty seat. The mid-morning sun shines on his thinning, dark hair.

Thank God, I take after Mom. If all goes well, I’ll have a full head of hair when I’m sixty. I slide over his skinny mocha.

“Thanks for ordering. I hate to wait. I used to drink Breve’s, full of half and a half and whipped cream, but the Doc yelled at me. Now it’s diet yuck.” He takes a sip of his coffee and shudders. “Dad says you’re dating Patrick O'Brien. That’s an impressive choice…for you.”

“I am dating Patrick that much is true.” I can do this. Tony’s a jerk, but I need the business loan.

“So what is this all about? Please tell me it’s not about that damned restaurant again.”

“I offered to buy Just Burgers from Dad.”

“Dear God why!?”

If I wasn’t so angry, I’d laugh at the look of shock on Tony’s face. “Because I can make something of it, Tony. Don’t do what Dad does, just hear me out. I’ve spent a lot of time researching it.”

“Just Burgers has both feet in the grave, Harper. That restaurant is in a bad neighborhood. Hell, even the clientele has completely given up on it. It would take a miracle to pull it out.” Tony rubs his forehead. “Only an idiot would buy it.” He holds up his left hand with an imperious gesture.

“So you don’t want to hear what I have to say? How can I change this restaurant around? You won’t even go with me to talk to Dad?” I drop my purse onto the table. The folder I so carefully prepared falls out and onto the floor.

“I don’t care about your research. Harper, you’re just like Mom. You want to do something so badly, it doesn’t matter if it’s a good idea or not.” Tony chugs his drink. “Be serious for once. Let this go. I’ve spent the last six months convincing Dad not to sell it to you. Now it’s your turn to run. Take your business degree and go settle down with that Navy guy, raise a couple of kids like mom did.”

My eyes dart from Tony to the Barista calling out more coffee names. Before I know it I’m out of my chair and moving backward. “Sorry,” I mutter to the occupant of the chair behind me, more out of reflex than for any other reason. Everything is so clear now. Tony spent the last year sabotaging me, and I never saw it coming. They’ll let Just Burgers die. I always suspected that Dad held Mom back. Since her death, Just Burgers seemed to go further and further downhill. How far could it have gone if they had supported her? Picking up my coffee I take another swig, tears of anger forming behind my eyes.

“You’re just like Dad. You both know everything, except you’re both so wrong.” My words rise considerably; heads swivel in our direction. “I’m glad I’m like Mom. She had her head on straight. Do you want to know something else? Neither you nor Dad came to my graduation because you couldn’t. You’re both chauvinists. It will never occur to either of you that you could have helped me, but no, you know all.” I air quote. “At least, I’m not afraid of failing. You took the boring route, Tony. Anyone can be an investment counselor. I’m going to do something with my life. And if I don’t, it won’t be because I didn’t try.”

“Now, Harper, stop being stupid. Just think about what I did for you. I saved your life. So go live it. Go get a receptionist job somewhere. Get a job that doesn’t taint your skin with the scent of burnt meat on a daily basis.” Tony shudders.

Stunned, all I can do is stare at him.

“Order up for Lisa, sugar-free caramel latte.”

“I’ll get it myself.” A woman a few seats away snaps at her date.

As if her words were a catalyst, my dream of red walls and Friesen horses appears as vivid as if I had just painted it. I don’t need Just Burgers. I can start my own restaurant! The anger I felt for Tony disappears. I can stand here and argue with him, but that’s what Tony wants. He wants to be the star of his one-sided play. Life as an investment counselor must really be boring if this is what he does for attention. Resolve builds inside me until my body feels as if it’s an oak tree, oozing with strength. I don’t need him; I never needed him. Tony wants me to fail. The only way to prove him wrong is to do this myself!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I never set out to be an author. Only a storyteller. Some days I succeed better than others.



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Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Avenging Kiss by Karen Tjebben

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The Nurtured Lure of Romantic Suspense Novels by Karen Tjebben

The love of literature is built in children’s early years. As toddlers, children pour over the pages, admiring the pictures that capture their attention and letting their imaginations create the story. As children grow into adolescence, books are an easy way to build connections from one world or time to another. The magical pages transport children to different times and cultures. They get to swim with mermaids or travel through rough waters in rickety boats with explorers. There is no limit to the adventures children can enjoy through books.

Who doesn’t like a little romance? Without realizing it, our culture has provided literature with hints of romance to young children for centuries. Some of the timeless classics woo young girls with the delights of love and protection. As a child, what are some of your favorite books? Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, or The Princess Bride? The underlying current of friendship and love cannot be denied in these stories, no matter how innocent and subtle. And you cannot forget the amazing effect Disney has had on children. Disney is just now creating stronger, independent female characters who don’t wait to be rescued, but who slay their own villains and overcome their problems.

Parents have used literature mingled with fear to teach their children about the dangers in the world around us. The Brothers Grimm wrote classics so troubling that they have been altered recently to soften the horror for children and lessen the nightmares that surely result. Hansel and Gretel, Rapunzel, and Little Red Riding Hood taught the dangers of trusting strangers and making bad decisions. And for adolescents, the riveting true events portrayed in Number the Stars and Stella by Starlight frighten and inform young adolescents of the true evils that lurk around them. There’s an excitement and rush of adrenaline that suspense or horror books provide to the thrill seekers.

It’s no surprise that the romance genre is a billion-dollar industry. People have been conditioned to love happy endings and the occasional fright. So, the blending of the romance with suspense delivers an incredible pull that keeps readers turning the pages way after lights out.  

Avenging Kiss
by Karen Tjebben
Savage Security, Book 2
Psychological Romantic/Suspense
Date Published:  December 2016

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Some sins cannot be forgiven. Those must be avenged.

When Aditya Chopra stumbled upon the decimated camp, she vowed to hunt down the men who killed her sister. The stench of burnt flesh and the taste of death in the air haunt her dreams and power her lust for vengeance. She will show no mercy.

The men of Savage Security served their country. They’d done their time in the sandbox and now enjoy their peaceful lives in the States, far from the death and mayhem of war. Will living in peace blind them to the dangerous threat that’s poised to strike?


 Logan pushed his cart around an endcap and started down another aisle. He stopped suddenly when he saw her, the woman from the bar. She looked just as good standing in the aisle in yoga pants as she had last night in her dress. She held jars of spaghetti sauce and was clearly debating between the brands.

Was it kismet that she stood in his grocery store the day after spotting her at the bar? He inhaled and worked out his plan as he approached.

“That one has a stronger garlic flavor.” Logan pointed to one of the jars in her hands. 

“The other one’s sweeter.”

Aditya turned her head to look over her shoulder at the man talking to her about pasta sauce. She liked what she saw. “Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She didn’t hide that she was checking him out. She made it obvious as her eyes raked over his body. He was cute, and he probably knew it. He had that ‘guy next door’ look about him, but his body was clearly more fit than the average Joe. “How lucky for me that I ran into a spaghetti sauce connoisseur.”

Her smile and the flirty lilt in her voice nearly undid him. She was flirting back. He could work with that. “Logan Murphy.” He held out his hand, and when her feminine fingers smoothed across his, his manhood took notice.

“Aditya Chopra,” she replied. She held up the jar in her left hand and waved it. “Garlic can be so off-putting.” She set the jar back on the shelf and eyed him again. “I prefer sweet and smooth.” She knew her lips eased into a natural smile. Spending time with this man could end up being very pleasurable.

Sweet and smooth, that was exactly how he saw her. She didn’t hide her sweet curves, and Logan had a feeling she’d be smooth under his touch. “I think I saw you last night.” Had she noticed him?

“At The Grill House?” she asked. Her eyebrows rose in recognition. “I thought you looked familiar.” She rested one arm on the shopping cart and took a more relaxed stance.

“A few men offered to buy you a drink, but you refused,” he stated. He was determined to find out if she was dating someone before he got too invested in this flirtation.

Her eyes sparkled as she understood his statement for what it was. A fishing expedition. “I was supposed to meet a friend, but he never showed,” she said with a shrug. A smart woman lets a man think she has other potential suitors. It activated some sort of primal need in men to hunt and claim what they wanted.

Logan wanted to sink his hands into the dark spiraling curls that hung below her shoulders and press his lips against hers.  Her beauty mysteriously called to him, like some siren captivating unsuspecting men. He’d watched her all night at The Grill House. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. “If you’re hungry, I make lasagna that will melt in your mouth.” He knew he’d melt in her mouth.

Her lips curved into a smile as her dark brown eyes shimmered with playfulness. 

“Lasagna, huh?” She inhaled deeply and caught his subtle glance at her chest. She knew she was smaller than a lot of women, but a man had never not enjoyed being with her. She understood that how one used their assets was more important than size. Some men used their manhood like battering rams, endlessly pounding furiously against a woman’s most tender spot. Sex with those men was the worst. That tender area could only take so much friction before discomfort settled in. How that wasn’t obvious was a mystery to her. She preferred the smooth glide of a firm cock caressing her, teasing and tempting her towards release.

“So,” she began, “I could bring a salad,” she paused and one side of her lips rose in a tempting smile, “or dessert?”

Logan liked the way she said dessert. Like it was something filled with possibilities that she planned to savor and enjoy. “Either would be fine.”

“Hmm,” she eyed him as she nibbled on her lip. “I don’t make a habit of going to strange men’s homes.”

“Then you’re in luck. I’m not strange.” He casually shrugged his shoulders. “You can text my address to a BFF if that makes you more comfortable.” Was that the phrase women used? “That way she’ll know where you are. I promise… I’m safe.” He pressed his hand to his chest.

“Said the spider to the fly.” She set the jar of sauce in her cart. “Curious though,” she already knew that she’d go, but she still wanted to flirt a little to see his reaction. 

“What makes you so sure that you’ll be safe with me?” She cocked her head to the side and maintained eye contact.

He knew far too well how a tiny woman could destroy a man. There was no sufficient armor to protect the heart. “I have a feeling you’re worth the risk.”

About the Author

Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters' eyes.

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Book Tour & #Giveaway for Changing the Earl's Mind by Kristen McLean

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Changing the Earl's Mind
by Kristen McLean
The Lords of Whitehall, Book 3
Genre: Historical Romance

A man who knows everything…

For nearly a decade, Drake Ramsey, the disciplined and logical Earl of Saint Brides, has been the driving force behind the Home Office; meeting with foreign leaders to negotiate treaties, spurring a lethargic Parliament into action, and directing a secret army of spies. The last thing he wants to find while taking a well-deserved vacation is a dangerous fugitive. Nevertheless, when he catches a beautiful murderess hiding in his hunting cabin, he has little choice but to bring her to justice, landing himself in a battle for control he could never hope to win.

…meets a woman determined to prove him wrong.

Marrying a stranger simply to gain access to her dowry and travel the world, admittedly, was the biggest mistake of Sarah Tindall’s life. In fact, she would readily admit to making several big mistakes. Killing her husband, however, is not one of them. When a starchy lord takes it upon himself to bring her to a London prison, she is determined to escape him and prove her innocence, yet every attempt ends with her back in her handsome captor’s arms. Even if her innocence is proven, his forbidden and passionate kisses leave her uncertain if escape was ever an option.

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, and explicit language offends you.

**Can easily be read as a standalone!**

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“Trouble?” He echoed the vague response as though he hadn’t heard it more times than he could count.

She nodded.

“Mrs. Tindall, nearly everyone on this miserable planet is in some sort of trouble. It doesn’t explain why you have invaded my hunting cabin or threatened to shoot me.” 

He was not prepared for the interrogation of an impertinent beauty in the moors. He was prepared for solitude and quiet, relaxation. Or, in the very least, a moment of self-reflection followed by a week of wallowing in depression.

“With what gun? I am unarmed,” she pointed out.

“I said threatened,” he emphasized. “Had you been armed, would you have shot me?”

Large, hazel eyes focused steadily on him. “Yes.”

Now his head began to throb, and his teeth ached from the pressure of his jaw.

“Where is your husband, Mrs. Tindall?”

“I am a grown woman, plenty old enough to be about on my own.”

She didn’t look a day past twenty, but he was in no mood to dispute anything that wasn’t completely necessary. It was too much damned effort, especially compounded with the effort needed to ignore her—or more accurately, to ignore his body’s response to her.

The dress she wore was threadbare and torn, showing shapely ankles disappearing into ragged half boots. Her sleeve had been ripped at the shoulder, sliding down her arm and sending the neckline dangerously low on her generous bosom. He fought to keep his attention on her face, but even that was a distraction. Her eyes were ethereally vivid, her mouth full and wide, and her neck a lovely arch beneath it all.

Bloody hell, why her? Why him? What god or demon had he insulted so gravely as to deserve this? All he wanted was a damned holiday, a well-deserved one, he might add.

“You are Mrs. Tindall,” he said doggedly. “Surely there’s a Mr. Tindall?”

“Yes, there was… but he is no longer amongst the living.”

His fists clenched at his sides, forcing himself to calm. She was a widow. Good manners dictated he grant her some measure of consideration.

“I am sorry to hear it. When did this happen?”

“Two days ago.”

To his credit, the curse that nearly flew from his mouth stayed obediently behind his teeth.

Two days? A landlord who evicted a woman immediately after the death of her husband ought to be publicly flogged, and Drake would jump at the chance to administer the punishment. Particularly since, in this case, it meant she had been booted out of her home and into his hunting cabin.

“Have you no family or friends who can take you in?”

“No,” she said. “I know two or three people, but no one I could impose upon.”

“Of course not,” he muttered. “Why impose upon those you know when there is a perfectly good stranger handy.”

Her eyes flashed. “Under the circumstances, I couldn’t possibly ask someone I hardly know to shelter me.”

“Circumstances,” he echoed. “Circumstances being the death of your husband? Is that the trouble you have found yourself in?”

She looked away. “More or less.”

Kristen McLean is a regency-era romance novelist with a flair for humor and suspense. She has always had a love of novels, with a special place in her heart for historical romance. Now she has the pleasure of writing at home, tucked away in a forest with her husband, two children, and their cat. Her husband is loving and impressively patient, their two beautiful children strive to embarrass and exhaust her, and the cat hates everyone, but tolerates—well, she tolerates whoever will feed her.

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Sanctuary by Laurie Larsen

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by Laurie Larsen
Inspirational Romance
Date Published: June 20, 2017
Publisher: Random Moon Books (indie)

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Hardworking, successful lawyer Nora Ramsey, was at the height of her career. Now, she's questioning everything in Murrell's Inlet, South Carolina.

When she accepts her aunt's dilapidated estate as her inheritance, Nora is plagued with misgivings and doubt. When one of her newly inherited horses takes ill, she prays for guidance and receives it in the form of veterinarian Shaw Flynn. 

Dedicated and rugged, he assists Nora through the trying time. In Shaw, she sees someone gentle, caring and deeply devoted to God. The more she’s with him, the more he inspires her to embrace her own faith. And as their relationship blossoms into a something real and beautiful—like the coastal sunsets of Murrell’s Inlet—Nora stumbles upon Shaw’s deepest secret. Her trust is destroyed and the wisdom of her life-changing decision shaken as the future she envisioned is threatened.

As the truth becomes clear, can she find forgiveness within the sanctuary of her heart or will his betrayal destroy her faith in him once and for all? 


The next morning at ten, Nora and Patty waited outside the barn for the veterinarian to arrive.  The name on the receipts from the file said, Shaw Flynn.  They dragged two folding chairs from inside the barn and sank into them in the sunlight.  Nora closed her eyes to soak it up.

“I wonder what a Shaw Flynn looks like,” Patty mused.

Nora scoffed.  “Why?  What does it matter what he looks like?”

“Because.  Shaw Flynn?  It sounds like a movie star name.  I bet he’s young and handsome and virile.”

Nora laughed at Patty’s choice of words.  “I don’t know about handsome and virile, but he can’t be that young.  Aunt Edie has been employing him for at least ten years.”

“So?  Let’s say he was in his mid to late twenties when he became a vet, he’d be in his late thirties now.”

“Or maybe he’s Aunt Edie’s age, and is only vetting part-time because although he’s of retirement age, there’s a lack of veterinarians in this small town.”

Patty looked up.  “Well, we’re going to find out very soon, aren’t we?  Care to set a wager?”

“No.”  Nora stood.

“I believe that’s because I would win.”  A big red pickup truck rumbled into view.  The glimpse Nora got of the driver wasn’t conclusive, however she could see he definitely was not Aunt Edie’s age.

The truck parked and the driver side door opened.  Patty came reverently to her feet and murmured, “Oh. My. Gosh.  Would you look at him?”

Nora nudged her.  “Stop it.  I’ll do the talking.”  She took two steps towards the truck, turned back and said over her shoulder, “Don’t embarrass me.”

Patty laughed and gave her a smug look. 

Shaw Flynn wasn’t in his seventies, and he wasn’t in his thirties, but he landed somewhere in between.  Beautifully in between.  Rugged but handsome, he looked like he could’ve just walked off the set of a western movie, his chiseled chin and ruffled hair making him the best-looking cowboy on screen.  His gait was effortless and as he moved toward them, Nora took in his jeans, boots, flannel shirt and cowboy hat.

Nora didn’t realize she was staring till Patty nudged her back and whispered, “Don’t embarrass yourself.”

About the Author

Award-winning author Laurie Larsen leads a double life.  During the day she's a respected Project Manager in the fast-paced world of Information Technology.  After dinner and a glass of wine, she becomes a multi-published author of Christian fiction grounded in today's modern world.

Laurie's been published for 17 years, but feels she finally found her writing "niche" in 2009 when her first inspirational romance, Preacher Man was published.  It won fans, accolades, and the prestigious EPIC Award for the Best Spiritual Romance of 2010.  From then on, her path was clear.  She was put on this earth (in part) to tell love stories combined with a strong message of faith.  

Her Pawleys Island Paradise series is a much beloved, at times best-selling series of six books following Leslie and Hank, and the Harrison clan, as they face the daily challenges of life while trying to include prayer and praise.  Reviewers say the books are heartwarming, life-changing and an example to follow for including God in your life.

Laurie loves the beach (obvious to anyone who's read the Pawleys Island Paradise series) and she's fondly looking forward to a day (not too far away) where she can retire from the demanding day job, and spend her days living at the beach and writing novels.  Until then, she travels back and forth between Illinois and South Carolina just as often as possible. 

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