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Completing his three years in the Continental Army, Daniel Reid still has no desire to return home—not after losing the woman he loves to a British Captain—so he volunteers to ride south through enemy lines and deliver a message to Colonel Francis Marion, the Swamp Fox. With his temper needing a release and a dark haired beauty finding her way into his broken heart, Daniel decides to join the Swamp Fox’s efforts against the British. Little does he know the British still have the upper hand.

Lydia Reynolds has learned that love comes at a price, and she refuses to pay. Better to close her heart to everything and everyone. When her brother-in-law won’t grant her passage to England, where she hopes to hide from her pain, New Englander, Daniel Reid, becomes her only hope—if she can induce him to give her information about the notorious Swamp Fox and his troops. When the British grow impatient and Daniel evades her questions, Lydia must decide how far to take her charade. The poor man, already gutted by love, hasn’t grown as wise as she. Or so she supposes.

Until the truth is known, the muskets are loaded and it is time to decide where true loyalties lie.


Lydia huffed and settled back into her seat. The New Englander sat there looking all too confident and sure of himself. Nothing she hated more than an arrogant man. Except perhaps an arrogant rebel—so certain breaking with England was the only way. They were instead destroying the colonies with this war and murdering good men. Like her father.

She lifted a corner of the thick velvet curtains. Only two and a half blocks to go. She’d suspected Wilsby of his inclinations toward the rebels for a while now. The arrival of Daniel Reid seemed only to solidify both their guilt, and if she was wise, she could use them to her advantage. “We’ll be there soon.” Lydia dropped the folds of crimson curtain.


She met his gaze. “Why do you say that?”

He shook his head and looked to his cane. “No reason.”

“I do wish you would be more forthright, Mr. Reid, before our journey comes to an end. I can help you.”

“How, exactly?”

She gave him a knowing smile. “Before I incriminate myself, tell me truthfully that you are a Patriot.”

He studied her for a full minute or more, the methodical plod of hooves and the squeak of the axels marking the passage of time. He sighed and raised his hand. “All right. Now tell me how you plan to assist me?”

I knew it. She grinned and slid to the edge of her seat. “We have a British major billeted with us. And my sister’s husband is very loyal to the crown—an outspoken man. You would be surprised how often our table is laden with talk of military strategy and plans.” She tipped her head slightly to one side, feigning the look of innocence. The bait was laid for him. The question remained as to whether he would bite.


rem:   Hullo Angela, congratulations on your newest book baby! (and the next baby baby too) If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

ANGELA :   Live or visit? In all honesty, I would LOVE to visit the Colonial era, the Victorian era and the 1940s, but I’m pretty fond of indoor plumbing and refrigeration (the first four months of my marriage was without those and I do not take them for granted!) That and not being in the middle of a world war! Also, I acknowledge that in any other time period, before dishwashers and washing machines, I probably wouldn’t have time to write as a mom with 4 kids.

rem:   There is definitely something to be said for modern conveniences! Where did you find this story idea?

ANGELA :   I grew up watching reruns for the old Disney Swamp Fox movies. When I decided to write another Revolutionary War story, I had to give him a role. The rest of the story fell easily together from there.

rem:   As a resident of South Carolina, it’s particularly interesting to me. Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

ANGELA :   Daniel was pretty easy because he’d already been introduced in The Scarlet Coat. I knew him well. Lydia on the other had… She is a pretty complex character and I needed to work hard to make it so readers could understand her motives, pain, and to help her grow.

rem:   Yeah, well, Daniel is pretty easy to look at too….. What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

ANGELA :   Most of the time, chocolate. Any chocolate. J

rem:   Good answer! What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

ANGELA :   Eat chocolate! I also take some down time with my hubby watching movies and cuddling on the couch. And then get started on the next book!

rem:   Yes, please, readers need the next book!!


Angela K Couch is an award-winning author for her short stories, and a semi-finalist in ACFW’s 2015 Genesis Contest. Her childhood was spent listening to her father read chapters from his novels, and Angela decided young to follow his path. As a passionate believer in Christ, her faith permeates the stories she tells. Her martial arts training, experience with horses, and appreciation for good romance sneak in there, as well. Angela lives in Alberta, Canada with her “hero” and three munchkins. Visit her at http://www.angelakcouch.com, or follow on Twitter or Facebook!

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  1. She looked at him, but only briefly. “Nothing about this war is safe.”
  2. “What is the life of an animal to the life of a man? Any man. I’m so tired of this killing. This waste of life.” ~ Daniel
  3. “’He only is the rock of my salvation: He is my defense.’” A rock. A defense. That was what she wanted. But what she needed… “’My refuge is in  ’”
  4. “Did you know that Mr. Jefferson wanted to declare freedom for all men when he wrote our Declaration of Independence from Britain? No man should be enslaved, not by a king or his neighbor.” ~ Daniel
  5. If the British had success today, perhaps she could also be done with spying, lies and all-too-confident rebels with rich brown eyes.


  1. Angela Couch is Canadian. J
  2. Has a 6, 4, and 2 year-old…and another on the way!
  3. Enjoys reading romance from any era (even contemporary) as long as it’s clean.
  4. Used to train horses for western riding.
  5. Has a second degree black belt in Hap-Ki-Do, but most recently learned some Brazilian Capoeira.
  6. Loves writing fight/action scenes.
  7. Loves writing kissing scenes, too!
  8. The Patriot and the Loyalist’s timeline was based off the actual movements of Revolutionary War hero Francis Marion and his men.
  9. Any American soldiers or officers mentioned by name in the Patriot and the Loyalist are historical figures.
  10. During the revolutionary war, at least 400 Americans were shipped as prisoners to Britain.


Oh what tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.


Nothing remained. All who were dear to her had been taken, her mother, her baby brothers, her father. And now her sister. Lydia Reynolds won’t even allow her heart to embrace her infant niece lest she be taken away from her, too. With her heart securely locked away, Lydia is set on one thing—to gain passage to England where she can live her life quietly, as a loyal subject of the Crown


Daniel Reid is running from his past, from a temper. And from a broken heart. And he has no intention of letting a pretty face draw him in again.

But Lydia Reynolds has captivated him, and even as he fights against it, his heart betrays him.


Lydia’s intentions are not as they seem, though. Daniel holds no romantic interest for her. Daniel is her ticket to her freedom. But as she walks the fine like of pretense, her heart, too, betrays her. But will Lydia’s betrayal be Daniel’s death sentence? Or will she be able to unweave the web she has so carefully woven?



Ms. Couch has once again riveted my attention with a stunning story of betrayal and deceit. Of hearts betrayed and deceived. I felt Lydia’s brokenness at her losses, and her resolve to escape. And I struggled with her as her heart began to awaken. I wept with Daniel at every remembrance of what he had lost, and allowed my own heart to quicken with hope as his stirred with affection for Lydia.

Ms. Couch writes with sparkling and riveting dialogue, with compelling emotion, and brilliant descriptions that place the reader in the middle of the action.



#Blogwords, Tuesday Reviews-Day, #TRD, Release Day Event, The Patriot and the Loyalist, Angela K. Couch, The Scarlet Coat, The Tory’s Daughter

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Single mom, Eisley Barrett, prefers to keep romance housed within a centuries-old mystery, but when she travels to England to unearth the secret, an actor with a sordid past offers her heart a very different type of discovery.

Wes Harrison has a past he’s ashamed to confess. Suspicious and cynical, he’s managed to avoid romantic entanglements since a tragedy upended his career and life, that is until American Eisley Barrett comes along. Her authenticity and kindness upend his bitter assumptions and send his heart into unscripted territory.

When his past threatens to ruin a second chance at love, can some Appalachian matchmaking and letters from the grave salvage their unexpected romance?

Humor, love, mystery, cute kids, crazy families, and culture clashes make this Britallachian Romance a unique and delightful romantic comedy sprinkled with adventure.

She grinned and Wes responded with his own smile, the kind that lit his eyes. Really nice acquaintance. Eisley glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing but blue skies. Heat drained from her arms down to her fingertips. “Oh dear….”

He dipped his head close. “You ought to take a look while you’re here, or you’ll regret it.” He stood and offered his hand. “Ready?”

A hand? Was he nuts? She grabbed his whole arm, holding tightly enough to feel the muscles flex beneath his jacket. Dizziness spun a kickstart in her head, but the confidence on his face nudged her a step forward. A shaky step. Well, if someone like him believed in her, then maybe she’d survive.

The view spread all the way to the fading horizon. Lights glittered below, reflecting millions of golden stars, while rows of buildings formed an uneven patchwork of dark and light patterns below. The Thames’s fluid ‘S’ sliced through the middle, speckled with a myriad of boats and bridges.

“It’s beautiful.” She glanced over at Wes, trying to steady her gaze. A well-chiseled chin provided a good focal point. “Pete would call this a God’s-eye view.”

“Pete sounds like a smart lad.”

“Yeah, they’re all pretty smart. Emily’s type of smarts is a little tricky, though. She’s an exhibitionist.”

“What?” He offered a slight grin, the kind he displayed in his best movie, A Ransomed Gentleman, when he was guarding his laugh.

She’d replayed the final kiss scene in his movie about fifty times when it came out three months previously. If taking a year’s break from acting brought out that kind of skill, other actors could benefit from a reprieve. She pulled her attention back to the window in a dreamy daze and murmured, “She likes to run around naked.” She closed her eyes to gain her balance and take control of the heat soaring into her face. “It probably doesn’t help that she’s adorable, from bald head to bald bottom.”

Wes chuckled beside her. “Is everyone from Appalachia like you?”

Eisley’s gaze zoomed back to his. “Oh gee, I hope not.” She gave her head a little shake to dislodge the dizziness. “Other people have to make better personal choices than me, Appalachian or not. And I’m certain both of my sisters are less homicidal in heels.”

His full laugh, so free and unreserved, shocked her and settled into a double dimple on his face. A strange flutter like hummingbird wings twittered to life in her stomach. What a great sound! She had a feeling it didn’t happen as often as it should. A teeny bit of pride wiggled up her spine. There was something incredibly satisfying about bringing a smile to Christopher Wesley Harrison’s face. A huge success in her book – and that was saying something.

rem:   Hullo Pepper and Congratulations on your newest swoony, er, I mean story!  😉  If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

PEPPER:   The one I enjoy writing about the most – the early 1900s (but only if I could live in the upper class! I really like having running water and indoor plumbing)

rem:   Yeah, there is something to be said for running water and indoor plumbing! Where did you find this story idea?

PEPPER:   Well, it really found me more than me finding it. Okay, this may sound ridiculous, but I was watching an interview about Richard Armitage (Thoron Oakenshield, Guy of Gisborne, etc) regarding his lovely costume drama North and South where he plays a very dashing British hero. Anyway, he was SUCH a gentleman to watch during the interview. So polite. Kind. Funny, in a sweet way, and then, out of the blue, he said the word ‘gosh’. I know, that may not be a big deal to anyone but me, but after watching celebrity interviews where every other word needed a censor, the very fact that this elegant man used the word ‘gosh’, sent my writing brain into motion. My first internal question? What if a movie star with a tender heart had been burned by the pretension and expectation of celebrity status? What kind of woman could touch a heart who’d lost his faith in love’s authenticity?

A week or so later, I was washing dishes and staring out the window into our small backyard with the Blue Ridge Mountains painting a purplish-blue frame on the horizon. Then I closed my eyes. Into my imagination came this ginger-headed woman walking through Heathrow International Airport pulling a hot pink bag behind her…and then, she tripped and fell. That was it. That’s how I was introduced to my insecure, hilarious, romance-loving, single-mom heroine…and the perfect match for my wounded, cynical hero.

rem:   Sheesh! That’s a story in itself! And what IS it about washing dishes and getting ideas??? Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

PEPPER:   Eisley! Either Eisley or her dad, Nate Jenkins. I think they’re might be some of my personality in her which made it easy to guess what she might do/think. Most difficult? Hmm…Eleanor or Wes. At first I made Wes too perfect – so, of course, he appeared 2 dimensional. It took some rewriting to flesh out his character and make him the swoony mister you meet in the current version J

rem:   I think I speak for fans everywhere when I say we LOVE the swoony mister [we] meet in the current version.  😉 What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

PEPPER:   I’m trying to STOP munching on sweets. I really like sweet potato chips, though

rem:   With my spastic blood sugar I have to munch—but I’m trying to keep it (make it) healthy… now where are my M&M’s…. What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

PEPPER:   Hee hee…I’m not sure I recover J I’m a chronic storyteller. But, if I can convince hubs to take me out to dinner to celebrate, I’ll often do that and THEN take a few days off of writing before diving into the next adventure.

rem:    Again, I think I speak for fans everywhere when I say THANK GOODNESS for that!! That said, don’t burn out, PLEEEAZE don’t burn out! Pepper, thanks so much for taking a few minutes in the craziness of release and launch (and resisting a new story… yet) to chat with us!

Pepper Basham is an award-winning author who writes romance peppered with grace and humor. She currently resides in the lovely mountains of Asheville, NC where she is the mom of 5 great kids, speech-pathologist to about fifty more, lover of chocolate, jazz, and Jesus. Her debut historical novel, The Thorn Bearer, released in May 2015 and has garnered awards such as Reader’s Favorites Award, finalist in the Grace Awards, shortlisted for the Inspy Awards, and a finalist in ACFW’s Carol Awards. Her second historical novel, The Thorn Keeper, released in Feb 2016 and her first contemporary romance, A Twist of Faith, released in April 2016 with a 4 star review from Romantic Times. In December 2016, her third historical in the Penned in Time series, The Thorn Healer – released with a 4 1/2 star review from RT and a Top Picks rating. You can get to know Pepper on her website, http://www.pepperdbasham.com, on Facebook, or over at her group blog, The Writer’s Alley.




























Please welcome Pepper’s dad, Jay Williams, to today’s event. He was her inspiration for Eisley’s dad, Nate Jenkins, in Just the Way You Are.

Welcome, Jay!






What is it about the past that places a stranglehold on some of us? Why do we believe that one mistake or failure suddenly defines our future?


For Eisley Barrett the mistake was not hers nor did she fail. But that’s what The Past does, whispers destructive, devastating lies in our ear. And Eisley believed it.

Betrayal bred hurt which bred fear, leaving her crippled to any future romance, let alone a lifetime of love.


Wes Harrison suffered guilt that was not his to bear. And denied himself not only love but happiness.


When Eisley and Wes meet, there is a spark, an attraction. Will they—can they—overcome the lies they’ve believed for so long and allow love to mend the wounded places in their hearts? Or will she fly away, denying them both the chance to heal and love again?



Ms. Basham has become the Queen of Swoony, and in Just the Way You Are, she does not disappoint. Wes and Eisley face very real issues, and fight very real battles, and Ms. Basham presents them in a most readable format, drawing the reader into the story. With a natural ability to convey on the page the action and setting, the story comes alive, ebbs and flows with movement of the story.


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#Blogwords, Tuesday Reviews-Day, #TRD, Release Day Event, Just the Way You Are, Pepper Basham, Queen of Swoony


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A pacemaker should have saved oil and gas magnate Nathan Moore’s life. Instead, it provided his killer with a seemingly perfect means of execution.

A bombing at one of Nathan’s oil rigs days earlier indicates his death could be part of a bigger conspiracy, a web Special Agent Tori Templeton must untangle. But her first order of business is separating the personal from the professional—the victim’s wife, her best friend, is one of the FBI’s prime suspects.

Clearing Sally’s name may be the biggest challenge of her career, but Tori finds an unexpected ally in the newest member of the task force, recently reinstated Deputy US Marshal Cole Jeffers. As Tori and Cole dig deeper into Nathan’s personal and business affairs, they uncover more than they bargained for. And the closer they get to finding the real killer—and to each other—the more intent someone is on silencing them for good.


ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN  while the dead slept. Which was why some would  say  a  woman  shouldn’t  tread  alone  through  a  cemetery  at  2:55 on a Tuesday morning in April. But possible danger had never stopped  Houston  FBI  Special  Agent  Tori  Templeton,  especially when  her  mind  marched  with  determination.  Her body refused to give in to rest, but it wasn’t a violent crime robbing her of sleep.

The worn path below a black sky ended at Kevin’s gravesite. She was here to visit the one person who could help her make sense of a puzzling world.

Tonight,  like  many  nights  in  the  past,  she  made  her  way  to  Kevin’s final resting place to talk to him about work, life, problems, and  victories.  Maybe someday she’d figure out  his  intrigue  with  God.

Her brother. Her friend. The one she looked up to and treasured.

Tori didn’t stalk a cemetery because of some superstition that he lay beneath a marble stone and could communicate with her. She visited the site because it signified peace. Maybe by a weird osmosis, she’d find what had given Kevin strength. She wanted to believe he lived pain-free with his God. No cancer. No side effects of chemo and radiation.  An  eternal  home  with  a  God  he  embraced  tighter  than  life.  At  least  he’d  claimed  those  beliefs  before  he  breathed  his last.

“Special Agent Templeton?”

At the sound of the voice, a twinge of annoyance filled her spirit. The man greeting her was a friend, except she wanted to be alone. No need to face him.

“Yes, Officer Richards.”

“Saw your car, thought I’d check on you.”

“I’m a creature of habit.”

“I noticed. Nothing’s stirring, so I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

The sadness in his voice drew up a well of compassion, and she turned to him. “Wait.  How’s your family?” The man walked the graveyard shift—literally—and he might need a listening ear more than  she  should  ponder  the  existence  of  a  good  God  in  a  world  plagued with unrest.

“The same. Ups and downs mixed with hardheads and love.” He sighed and scanned the area. “Nice night.”

A familiar insect’s call reached her ears. “We have a choir.” She smiled  into  the  shadows,  where  a  light,  twenty  feet  away,  illuminated his stocky frame and highlighted his silver-gray hair, giving him a halo effect. She stared above his head at a slice of the moon resting on a canvas of stars.

“Cicadas are to the night as robins are to the day.”

“Well stated,” she said. “I never pay attention to them until it’s dark and quiet.” She brushed aside a leaf on Kevin’s gravestone. “We haven’t talked in over a week. Did your son join the Navy?”

“Yes. A good choice. I pray he learns discipline and respect for himself and others.”

He said the pray word. Not what she wanted to hear, and she drew in a breath. “Your daughter?”

“Agreed to rehab. Another prayer answered.”

Kevin had used the same language, and look where it got him. Was her brother’s confidence in a divine being a way to endure the devastation of cancer? A crutch in the midst of excruciating pain? Always the same questions as she searched for the why of tragedies. “How’s your wife?”

“Good, thanks. She told me you were welcome to—”

Her phone alerted  her  to  a  call.  “Excuse me  a  minute.”  She  yanked  it  from  her  shirt  pocket and  confirmed  it  was  Assistant Special Agent in Charge Ralph Hughes before answering.

“We have a possible homicide,” the ASAC for violent crimes said.

Her mind spun into agent mode, her job, the only part of her life where she sensed purpose. “Who and where?”

“Nathan Moore, owner of Moore Oil & Gas, died in his home this evening.”

Distress rambled through her, though she did her best to overcome it. She’d known Nathan since college days. “What happened? Why suspect murder?”

“Due to the threats on his life and a call made to his attorney prior to his death,” the ASAC said.

“What was said in the call?”

“Moore suspected someone was trying to kill him and getting close.”

Tori  stared  at  Kevin’s  tombstone  and  recalled  the  day  she  and  Mom selected  the blue-gray  granite.  Now Nathan’s widow faced the same dilemma. “Are we thinking the environmental activists are responsible?” Five days ago, one of Nathan’s drill sites had been bombed—possibly part of a retaliation move for winning a lawsuit filed by environmentalists who believed he was illegally dumping backflow water from fracking. But a bombing was unlikely in his home. “Was he gunned down? A break-in?”

“Moore’s death appears to have been a heart attack, the result of natural causes. A medical examiner is on it.”


“Too coincidental for my take. I want to know who threatened him, and I need you and Max at the Moore residence. He’s been notified and will meet you there.” He texted her the Moore address at Lake Pointe Estates in the Katy area west of Houston, but she had it memorized.

The call ended and  Tori  rose  to  her  feet.  “Officer Richards, I need to go.”

“Sure thing. See you again soon.”

“Count on it. Best to you and your family.” She hurried to her car while the devastating news played havoc with her mind.

Why hadn’t Sally contacted her about Nathan’s death?  They were closer than sisters, weren’t they? Tending to her grieving sons could have her emotionally spent. Even Tori was finding it hard to accept Nathan’s death.

She shoved aside personal sentiments that ushered in disbelief. Her investigative skills were needed. The ASAC had assigned her to investigate a potential crime.

Nathan  possibly  murdered?  He had sainthood stamped next to his name. Charity work. Generous donations to worthy causes. Incredible husband and father.

Who could possibly want him dead?



rem:   Hullo, DiAnn, if you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

DIANN:   The good ole USA. This is where God put me, and this is where I want to be.

rem:   Yeah, I kinda like it here, too. Where did you find this story idea?

DIANN:   I stumbled onto an article about pacemakers being an easy prey for hackers. The what-ifs started churning, and then the characters rose to the surface.

rem:   Interesting—and scary—thought! Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

DIANN:   The easiest character was Cole. I understood how a bad experience could scar him and how he needed time to work through the situation.

The hardest character was Tori. She had a totally different upbringing than I’d experienced, so I needed to dig deep for psychological responses regarding her dialogue and actions.  That’s when writing is fun, when it stretches me.

rem:   You got that right! What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

DIANN:   black coffee and peanut butter pretzels

rem:   Oh yum! I’mma have to try some of those! What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

DIANN:   Cook, bake, garden, play with grandkids. Not necessarily in that order.

rem:   Got (chocolate chip) cookies???  😉


DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. She creates action-packed, suspense-filled novels to thrill readers. Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; and been finalists for the RITA, Daphne Du Maurier, Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests. Library Journal presented her with a Best Books 2014: Genre Fiction award in the Christian Fiction category for Firewall. Connect with DiAnn here: http://www.diannmills.com



  1. “You can’t live when you’re afraid of dying.” Valerie Templeton
  2. “Anything could happen while the dead sleep.” Opening line of Deep Extraction from FBI Special Agent Tori Templeton
  3. “Everyone creates what he fears.” US Marshal Cole Jeffers
  4. “A pilot who signs up to fly through the eye of the storm doesn’t complain of the turbulence.” US Marshal Cole Jeffers

See Pinterest Board for quotes and memes –  https://www.pinterest.com/diannmills/deep-extraction-book/


  1. I’m so picky about my coffee that I roast my own coffee beans.
  2. I do most of my writing on the treadmill. Takes care of the story and exercises the body.
  3. I always dreamed of becoming a Hollywood actress, but I decided writing stories would be more fun than acting the part.
  4. I am admittedly, a picky eater. I prefer fresh veggies, fruits, whole grains, and dark chocolate. I’m building my own food pyramid.
  5. I once took an African Safari by myself. Sleeping lions didn’t bother me. Neither did the charging elephant. But the crocodiles gave me nightmares.
  6. The oldest piece of clothing I own is my high school jacket – the one with a boot to show I was a majorette.


What terror haunts a tough FBI agent? What fears trail the Deputy US Marshal?


Tori Templeton is as tough an agent as they come, but her fear of cancer might eat her alive before any bullet ever finds her.

And when Cole Jeffers’s best friend, Nathan Moore is found murdered, it’s the very thing to drive him to reinstatement, facing his fear of being shot again head on.

As Tori works to discover who killed her best friend’s husband, she and Cole and Nathan’s widow, Sally, uncover a man none of them knew—Nathan had been a master of lies and deceit.

Between the lies Nathan posed and the false persona he hid behind, every clue leads down a more twisted path, uncovering more mystery than solving it.

Thrown together to work a case that’s too personal for either of them, Tori and Cole develop a rapport that would be enviable in any work situation—and invaluable when both their lives are ever on the line.

I felt Tori’s struggle with a faith that was foreign to her, and had utter admiration for Cole for not pressuring her into a faith she was not ready for. I felt the tension—and terror—rise with each page and each shot fired. I sweat with Tori as she faced down her fear, and I rallied with Cole as he defeated his own.


Ms. Mills writes with compelling momentum and page-turning suspense. When a story begins in a graveyard, you know it’s gonna sizzle. And Ms. Mills does not disappoint. The characters’ reactions and interactions are gritty and soul-wrenching and genuine.

In the style of Dame Agatha Christie, Ms. Mills has countless red herrings sending her agents—and her readers—down rabbit trails and dead ends. And in the same fashion, it is an unexpected twist at the end that provides the final piece of the puzzle.


I received a free copy of this book, but was under no obligation to read the book or to post a review. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.


#Blogwords, Tuesday Reviews-Day, #TRD, Release Event, Deep Extraction, DiAnn Mills, Deadly Encounter

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Aribelle is backed into the position of cleaning house for the horrible Mr. Thaddeus Walker. Not only is he rude, he’s dangerously secretive, going out at night and coming home with injuries which seem to heal mysteriously fast. She should be keeping her distance, not trying to break down his barriers. But the more she uncovers, the more attracted she becomes until the cost of exposing his secrets fades behind the risk of losing her heart.

Thaddeus knows he should have sent the girl away instead of allowing her into his home. Now she’s asking questions he can’t answer. And the more time they spend together, the more he wishes he could pull her close and kiss her. But he can’t afford to do that. Beautiful Aribelle could never love a beast.

Aribelle hadn’t seen Mr. Walker get anything to eat while she’d been there, so she timidly entered the living room. He looked like he was asleep in his recliner, the television over the fireplace droning on, but when she started to back out he stirred. She cleared her throat. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich before I leave, Mr. Walker?”

“No,” he said without turning. “You may go.” He dismissed her with a wave. It was then that she noticed a white bandage wrapped around his hand, a bright red spot forming on the back.

“You’re bleeding.” She ran and knelt to examine him. “Did you fall and cut your hand?” She picked up his bandaged fingers, only to have confusion flow through her. These were not the fingers of an old man.

She peered up into his hooded face and gasped. Thaddeus Walker was young. Maybe not even thirty. Long, dark hair hung in his face, and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. Just below his right eye, a large jagged scar extended down his cheek, disappearing into his growing stubble. The rest of the skin on his face was littered with smaller white scars as if he had fallen face-first into a bowl of razor blades. The sight of it made her flinch.

His bright, green eyes burned with fury. He yanked his hand away from her. “Get out!”

She fell backward and scrambled to her feet. “I’m sorry…I—”

“Go!” he yelled, picking up the remote control and throwing it at the wall. It shattered, leaving a dent.

She didn’t have to be told again. She grabbed her purse and ran to the front door. Rushing out into the evening, she didn’t bother to look back. Her heart pounded as she started her Rabbit and drove down the hill toward the highway. It didn’t matter how much she needed the money. She wasn’t ever going back there. Thaddeus Walker was a beast.

rem:   Hullo, Victorine, welcome. If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

VICTORINE:   Ah, I wouldn’t leave this time period. I love my laptop too much!! But I might go visit some other time periods. Maybe for a day. It would be fun to see the early 1900’s.

rem:   Me too! Nice to visit but there’s no place (or time) like home. Where did you find this story idea?

VICTORINE:   This story idea came in the form of a ‘what if’ question. Spoiler Alert. This kind of spoils a little of the plot, but I don’t mind if you don’t mind. Go ahead and read if you’re curious. I thought to myself, What if I wrote a Beauty and the Beast retelling, and the beast character was ugly with scars because he healed people, and each time he did, he got a new scar?” That was the beginning of the story. Then my imagination took off and it grew from there.

rem:   Those “what ifs” are a writer’s best friend, aren’t they! Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

VICTORINE:   Thaddeus was the easiest to write. He just came with all kinds of angst and past baggage. He was really fun to write as well. Love the brooding handsome kind of guy.

rem:   So much we can do (write) with all that baggage. What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

VICTORINE:   Great question. I am a big muncher. I love anything chocolate, but I have to limit that. I also eat popcorn. And Skittles. And Starburst. Yeah, I should be 300 pounds.

rem:   Ohhhh, yessss, chocolate!!!! What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

VICTORINE:   I actually start reading the whole thing right away, while the end is still fresh in my mind, because sometimes little details or things I put in the beginning don’t quite match up to where the ending sits, so I have to go fix those and make everything smooth. But after that edit, I usually go out for steak with hubby!


Victorine enjoys commercial success through her writing, thanks in part to her ability to analyze and adapt to the constantly changing trends in today’s publishing environment. She self-published her first book, Not What She Seems, in April of 2010. In March of 2011, Not What She Seems began its 6 week run on The New York Times best selling eBook list. By May 2011 she had sold over 100,000 copies. Victorine’s first romantic comedy novel, Accidentally Married, hit the USA Today Best selling books list in January 2015. Victorine is a graphic designer as well, and can be hired for book cover design.





Cleaning somebody’s house is not what Aribelle wanted to do. But there weren’t any other jobs.

Thaddeus Walker had his reasons for specifying an older woman to come and clean for him. But Aribelle was desperate.

He meant to send her away but he was intrigued by her. She wasn’t appalled at him.

Still, she mustn’t find out his secret.

Aribelle tried to mind her own business. But her tender and compassionate heart drove her to care for her new employer beyond the expectations of the job.


Ms. Lieske has taken a classic and given it a modern look. While the dark elements are there, is has an almost whimsical feel to it, and in the end, a profound moral. She begins the story innocently enough, and gradually builds the supernatural element into it.

But nothing is as it seems. Nothing is ever as it seems.



I received a free copy of this book, but was under no obligation to read the book or to post a review. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.



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Chelsea Scott’s past and her future collide—right as she slid into second base. And Nick Pearson. Her best friend had shattered her world twelve years ago when he said three little words.


And Chelsea ran.


And now, Nick is her knight in shining armor—or driver in a shiny rig, hauling her wares to the trade show in Chicago.

Will the hours on the road together have her running from his easy charm and fetching good looks again—or falling in to the pool of love that got skipped years before?


This reviewer knows the struggle to let herself be loved, and the guilt of wrong decisions, and I felt deeply as Chelsea sought to retreat to her safe space—anywhere Nick Pearson was not. But as the reader and the romantic, I chastised her for it. I laughed at the comedy of errors, the seeming “what else could go wrong’s” that conspired to continually put them in the same place at the same time. I cried a little as each of them faced past hurts and allowed them to drive a wedge in a relationship that is not yet solid. And I melted into Nick’s arms every time Chelsea let herself bask in his embrace.



Ms. Tomlinson tells an easy tale, drawing her reader into her story world from the first page. Her descriptions are colorful and vivid, the emotions of her characters genuine and real. She has put a full story into a compact novella, leaving the reader at once satisfied and longing for more. Ms. Tomlinson is skilled in her telling, and her ability shines on every page.



I received a free copy of this book, but was under no obligation to read the book or to post a review. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.


Laurie Tomlinson is an award-winning contemporary romance author living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her stories are fueled by faith, steaming mugs of tea, and her belief that life should be celebrated with cupcakes and extra sprinkles. When she’s not writing, she enjoys baking with her two little sous chefs and testing new recipes on her husband—especially if she doesn’t have to do the dishes.










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She was one of Brigid’s miracles, healed of leprosy and delivered from her pagan father. Aine grew under the care of her uncle, a monk who taught her to read—a rare thing in the sixth century, especially for a girl.


But Aine held to pagan beliefs, letting them infiltrate the seed of the Gospel planted within her. When she is betrothed to a man who has taken the Christian faith, she is caught in a tangle of faith and feelings. “In sixth-century Ireland, books are rare treasures.” And when she steals a book from the clan she is to marry into, she takes not only pages of tales or lineage, but words of power—words scribed from Holy Scripture.


Intent on taking the book—and its powers—to her mother’s people, peculiar events follow in her wake. Seeking Brigid’s help brings danger to the very place of refuge. Evil forces are afoot—but so is the power of the Gospel.


I gained a deeper understanding of life in a pagan world, where spiritual powers were acknowledged as the norm, and mere humans were subject to the whims—or tempers—of the gods and their druids. I learned the high esteem druids carried in their era, and the power they wielded over the people—some in honest obeisance to the gods, some for selfish purpose and gain.

I felt the tug of faith as Aine yearned for what she saw in Brigid. I felt her heart stir when her betrothed, Daithi was near—and frustration at her for resisting him. I loved her for the passion of her mission, and her dedication to rescue her mother. And I rejoiced with her when she overcame her fears and embraced both love and faith.



Ms. Thomson has brought a deeper insight in the stories of Brigid of Ireland. With vivid threads of fantasy and myth, she brings the lore of Celtic history to life. Her research is evident, with details both graphic and telling. I was once again immersed in the story world, living and walking with the characters on each page.




I purchased this book on Amazon. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.




I’m a full-time writer dedicated to telling the legacy left to us by those went before.

I write historical fiction, genealogy-related articles, history articles, and short stories. I’m also a baseball fan. My favorite team is the Cincinnati Reds, but I have a soft spot for the Cubs who hadn’t won a World Series since my cousin pitched for them in 1908…until 2016!









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When God places His call and purpose on your life, it’s there before time. It’s there at the moment of birth, indeed from before birth.

Such was the life of Brigid of Ireland.



In a world where fear and pagan religion dominates, one girl takes hold of the “new religion,” Christianity, and she is changed.

And so is Ireland.


With a faith that is the very definition of faith—trust, confidence, knowing—Brigid brings about miracles while deflecting the notion it is by some power she herself wields. As druid opposition grows stronger, so does her faith. And as she faces ever greater challenges, that faith sees her through.



Ms. Thomson has brought to life a person and an era dear to this reviewer’s heart—lover of all things Irish—and this tale has settled deep in my soul. Ms. Thomson portrays the life of a girl in the shadow of St. Patrick, a servant girl whose very existence and identity are questionable. She has pulled threads of myth and history, and woven in fantasy to create a vivid telling of the legend of a girl who surely existed, giving a life to the legend. Brigid of Ireland is a believable account of life in the 5th century, the primitive accommodations, the ever-present threat of slave owners over slaves. I was so immersed and so enjoyed this read, I’m sure I’m a fan of all of Ms. Thomson’s books.




I purchased this book on Amazon. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.



I’m a full-time writer dedicated to telling the legacy left to us by those went before.

I write historical fiction, genealogy-related articles, history articles, and short stories. I’m also a baseball fan. My favorite team is the Cincinnati Reds, but I have a soft spot for

the Cubs who hadn’t won a World Series since my cousin pitched for them in 1908…until 2016!



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