Winter in the country….

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Here in Iowa we’ve had considerable drought conditions throughout 2012 and January wasn’t looking much better.  Hay and feed prices have gone up and up–I can’t imagine what feed costs must be like for the beef, dairy and hog farmers, much less the folks who breed and raise horses for a business.

But glory be, we had some rain a few days ago that turned to a coating of ice….and today, we had rainy, warm weather–in the 50’s!  And now we’re looking at a night of rain, then sleet and ice, then 4-7 inches of lovely snow tomorrow.  Whatever, however we can get some moisture, it’s a blessing!

Earlier in our marriage, my husband and I raised quarter horses on a small scale and later, thoroughbreds.  We’ve now just just three mares and I thoroughly enjoy them–the pleasure of doing chores everyday, seeing them out in the pasture, having a chance to ride at a moment’s notice when the weather is decent.

Not that weather ever stopped me as a child—I rode bareback all winter long no matter how deep the snow, the soft warmth of the horse’s thick winter coat beneath me, loping down snow covered roads, heading out through fields of snowdrifts.  I look back and just shake my head at some of my daredevil inclinations…but I guess my guardian angel worked overtime.

Here’s a photo of our daughter Emily enjoying a snowy ride a couple years ago, and some current winter photos from around our place–from ice covered branches to a fencepost with a snow hat.   I just love the magical beauty of winter!

And it’s also a perfect excuse to stay inside with a hot cup of tea, and to work on some future book proposals, with our dog curled at my feet and the wind buffeting my office windows.

I hope you are having a wonderful winter, wherever you are.  I’d love to hear about it!  Roxanne

 

 

 

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AUTHOR CAROL POST & TUBBY, KITTEN EXTRAORDINAIRE!

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By guest blogger Carol Post

All of our animals have been rescues of some type. Smudge (a/k/a Tubby) was no exception.
One rainy Sunday night after church, we pulled into the carport, and our daughter heard a kitten crying. My husband had done some yard work the prior day and stacked limbs beside the road. Huddled under a clump of Spanish moss, soaking wet and shivering, was a tiny white kitten. I brought him inside, blow-dried him, then fed him.
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Since we already had two cats, my husband said there was absolutely no way we could keep him. I put him in the play room where he would be separated from the other cats until I could take him to the Humane Society.
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But after clunking him in the head with the door a couple of times and wondering why he didn’t get out of the way when he heard us approach, I figured out he was deaf. There was no way we could turn away a “disabled” kitty, so my husband softened and we became a three-cat household.
Next was the task of naming him. He had two gray smudges on the top of his head, so we called him Smudge.
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As he got older, the smudges disappeared. He kept the name Smudge, but acquired a couple of nicknames along the way – Tubby (for obvious reasons – rations are hard to control in a multi-cat household) and Roadkill (because his favorite position was on his back with his legs in the air).
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Since he was deaf, he wasn’t afraid of anything. When cleaning, I had to nudge him with the vacuum cleaner to get him to move. He loved going for rides in the car and taking walks. When he would see me get his leash out of the closet, he would start purring, knowing he was going somewhere. He made several trips with my husband and me from Florida to North Carolina, and one trip to Connecticut and back.
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We always stopped at rest areas along the way and let him get some exercise at the dog walks. People would glance down, do a double take and say, “Oh, my goodness, that’s a cat!”
My parents loved Tubby, and when my dad was dying of cancer in 2007, we made monthly trips to North Carolina, Tubby in tow. Mom said several times how Tubby’s presence there comforted and cheered her. Animals have a way of offering unconditional love and bringing a calmness to trying circumstances.
Tubby has since crossed that “Rainbow Bridge,” and we will always miss him. But he lives on in my debut novel, Midnight Shadows.
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Midnight Shadows,
Love Inspired® Suspense, Jan. 2013
2012 Golden Heart® Finalist

With a relentless stalker after her, Melissa Langston flees Georgia for her small Florida hometown. Despite changing her name, she soon finds anonymous notes on her doorstep and a menacing figure lurking in the shadows.

She’s sure her stalker has tracked her down, but the police think she’s overreacting. The only one who believes she’s in danger is the former cop who broke her heart years ago. Melissa is afraid to get too close to ex-fiancé Chris Jamison, who is back in town to settle family business. Because the more she turns to the handsome man she’s never forgotten, the more her stalker wants Chris gone – permanently.

4-Star RT Review – “…Post’s characters have a vulnerability that’s easy to relate to in this strong debut that will keep you guessing about the stalker’s identity.”

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Jean C Gordon welcomes you to Tinhorn Farm!

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by guest blogger  Jean C Gordon

If someone had told me 15 years ago that I’d now be living on a pig farm, I would have told that person he or she was crazy. But 14 years ago, my husband and I bought a small farm in Upstate New York with our daughter and son-in-law — ostensibly for them to grow fruits and vegetables.

A couple of years later, my son-in-law brought home a pair of Yorkshire pigs and started Tinhorn Farm, his pastured pig operation. Pastured pigs are pigs that are put out in fields to root and roam, rather than kept penned in a barn. Among our resident pigs, we have Yorkshires (Benny, as a youngster), Old Spots (Clarence), and Berkshires (Nubbins).

Having pigs can be exciting. For example, one snowy winter evening, the first year we had them, I came home from work and turned into our driveway to see 400-pound Benny, his 300-pound partner Mama, and their two half-grown offspring marching toward my car. They’d broken the fence surrounding the barn. My daughter and son-in-law and their family were in in Florida visiting his father. My husband was working late. I called a farmer friend and he and I got the group back into the barn. When my husband got home, they repaired the fence.
Tinhorn Farm now has much better fencing, along with the watchful eyes of Mr. Buttons and Xena, both black lab/boxer mixes, to keep the pigs in their pastures.

Shameless family promotion: You can follow Tinhorn Farm on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tinhorn-Farm/268979333162037?ref=ts&fref=ts)

And here’s some information about Jean’s new book — no pigs involved!

Lessons in Parenthood
Love Inspired
Small-town electrician Neal Hazard gave up his dreams years ago to raise his daughter. Now it’s his turn to makethose dreams a reality. But when his community college advisor turns out to be his high school prom date, he can’t believe his eyes. Widowed Anne is more beautiful than he remembers, and completely wrapped up in her career. But when she suddenly becomes guardian to an orphaned toddler, it’s Neal’s turn to teach Anne a few things. Maybe together, they’ll learn how priorities, parenthood and love truly fit together to create a family.

Keep in touch with Jean on Facebook and Twitter
www.Facebook.com/JeanCGordon.Author
@JeanCGordon
And check her website for a chance to win one of
three copies of Small-Town Dad, www.JeanCGordon.com

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Meet Magic ..and enjoy more love and laughter from NY Times Bestselling Author Margaret Brownley

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by today’s guest blogger  Margaret Brownley

The hero’s dog in my new book Waiting for Morning (Brides of Last Chance Ranch) is actually modeled after a darling Lhaso Apso owned by Reverend Diane Ryder, pastor of the Congregational Church of Chatsworth.  Rev. Ryder entered her pet in my “Your Dog in My Book” contest and Magic won both the contest and my heart.

Named after a street in Phoenix, Arizona, where he was born, Magic lived with a special-needs family and helped people unable to speak. Magic “wrote” that “every time I chased my tail or sat in a lap I would make my special friends smile.”

Magic loves to eat and play with squeaky toys. Since no commercial pet toys seemed to exist in the 1800s, in my story Magic had to be content chasing after a squeaky wheelchair. Sounds like the perfect dog for my hero Dr. Caleb Fairbanks, wouldn’t you say?

Magic has a long and noble heritage. Lhaso Apsos originated in Tibet and are one of the oldest recognized breeds in the world. Trained as watchdogs, these hardy canines guarded Tibetan royalty and Buddhist monasteries. They were highly prized and never sold. The only way a person could acquire a Lhaso Apsos was through a gift.

Lhaso Apsos didn’t reach American shores until the 1930s which rules out finding one in the Old West.

But with a name like Magic anything is possible . .

Waiting for Morning
by Margaret Brownley
Thomas Nelson, Publisher

If Molly Hatfield’s purple attire doesn’t blind you, her dazzling smile will.  She doesn’t just sing to the cattle, she puts on a whole show. If only she wasn’t so stubborn about her brother’s care.  Or so distrustful of a certain handsome doctor…

About the author…

Thrills, mystery, suspense, romance: Margaret penned it all. Nothing wrong with this—except Margaret happened to be writing for the church newsletter. After making the church picnic read like a Grisham novel, her former pastor took her aside and said, “Maybe God’s calling you to write fiction.”

So that’s what Margaret did. She’s now a New York Times bestselling author and a Romance Writers of America RITA finalist with more than 25 novels to her credit.  Her first non-fiction book Grieving God’s Way: the Lasting Path to Hope and Healing has won much critical acclaim.  She is currently working on the third book in her Brides of Last Chance Ranch series “Dawn Comes Early” is available now and “Waiting for Morning” can be preordered.

Not bad for someone who flunked 8th grade English.  Just don’t ask her to diagram a sentence.

For a chance to win a hundred dollar Amazon or B&N  gift card from this publisher, preorder a new copy of  Waiting for Morning and forward the receipt  to ipreordered@gmail.com.  That’s all there is to it.  Good luck!

www.margaretbrownley.com

 

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Missing an old friend…hoping to rescue a new one!

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Going way back to the beginning of this blog, you’ll find all sorts of blog posts.  Some are fun–the tales of The Old Horsetrader, for instance.  Some are by other novelists, who have shared stories about their own beloved pets.  And a good share are about our own little menagerie.

Time marches on… and some of our aging, much loved pets have crossed that Rainbow Bridge to the other side.  Do you follow me on Facebook?  I’m at www.facebook.com/roxannerustand, and I post fun and poignant pieces about animals there, almost every day.

Recently I found the sweetest picture to share on Facebook, showing a green, verdant place filled with healthy, happy, contented dogs–all waiting in heaven for their human friends to join them.  It really touched my heart, because I’d sure love to meet all of my old friends there!

We lost our fluffy, sweet old Border collie mix about a month ago,  Harold was way too big, but until arthritis made it too hard to jump on the sofa with us, he liked to drape himself across our laps.  He loved attention and had the sweetest face!

He had health issues and had been on medications for several years….and we knew that every morning, there’d be puddles to clean up, but he was still our sweet Harold, and we were willing to do what it took to keep him with us.  But…this fall it finally came to the point where he refused to take his pills and wouldn’t eat, and no matter what treat we tried, he wouldn’t eat them either.

And the vet said, it was time.

Our house seems empty now.  Elmo–our other dog, whom we found at a shelter several years ago– is sad and dejected unless our son’s dogs come to play.  And now, I’ve begun to look for a rescue dog to bring into our family.  I’d love to find a middle-aged adult golden retriever, knowing that puppies are easy to place, but adults have a harder time at finding a forever home.

I’d love to hear from you about your own pets, and how much they have meant to you!

Blessings,

Roxanne

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Fireballs + one Husky = trouble!

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by blog guest  Jodie Bailey

We have an amazing Siberian Husky named Dutch.  He’s our “God made him for us” puppy.  My husband’s Army career forced us to decide not to adopt a dog until we retired because we once had to give up a beloved Alaskan Malamute when we couldn’t find anywhere that would allow us to have a dog his size.  For years, I dreamed about him and missed him.

We were in the (probably bad) habit of stopping by the local Petsmart every Saturday to see the shelter dogs, always talking about when we’d get our husky.  We managed to resist every one we saw until the day I walked by the cage of a beautiful boy who looked right at me and started to “talk” in the way only a Husky can.  That was one of the things I missed most about our Kodie, his incredibly expressive “conversations.”  I took one look at my husband and said, “Get me out of here before I fall in love.”

One week and one long story later, Dutch came to live with us.  And, for the record, he has never “talked” again.  However, he is my constant writing companion, generally lying right at my feet in a state of completely zonked out bliss.

One day he wasn’t at my feet.  I didn’t think much of it; he was still into exploring the apartment on his own at that point.  But, like a sudden tornado, he came flying up the hall, galloping like he was being chased by rabid tigers.  He rounded the corner, hit the kitchen tile with all four feet skittering, and drained his water dish like it was the last liquid on earth.

That wasn’t good enough.  Before I could blink, he was at the front door looking from me to the door, me to the door, clearly saying, “Come on, lady!  I have to get out of this place.  Now!”  I let the crazy dog out, and he headed straight down the stairs to a mud puddle at the side of the building, which he proceeded to lick almost dry before I could stop him. This was definitely odd behavior.

At this point, I was wondering if the dog needed a therapist, but he headed back inside and crashed in the middle of the living room like he’d just barely escaped death in battle.  After I watched for a few minutes to make sure he was okay, I went exploring to figure out what exactly it takes to scare a dog into a drinking frenzy.

Nothing in my daughter’s room.  Nothing in “the dog’s” room.  Ah, but in our bedroom…  in a red, slobbery line from their stashed hiding place in my nightstand drawer to the bedroom door… a trail of half-eaten Fireballs.

And in the den?  One repentant puppy who has never again tried to pilfer food.  Can you blame him?

And here’s some information about Jodie’s new book!

FREE FALL
Love Inspired Suspense
November, 2012

With one accusation, army officer Cassidy Matthews’s name, reputation—and life—are on the line. A Special Forces soldier insists that Cassy’s Fort Bragg-based unit is smuggling drugs. And the accuser? It’s Cassy’s handsome, stubborn ex-husband, Major Shane Logan. Shane knows Cassy is innocent, which is why he’s sure she’s being set up to take the fall. Proving it, though, means working together…and trying to ignore the feelings they still share. The closer they get—to the truth and each other—the more the danger grows from a ruthless criminal who’ll stop at nothing to destroy them both.

Jodie Bailey
"Faith and Fiction with a Touch of Southern Grace"2
www.jodiebailey.com
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A brush with Hurricane Sandy

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Howdy!

I’ve been away from home the past eighteen days, so things have been quiet here on the blog.

 

My dh and I went to Quebec City for three days, then left on a fall colors cruise up the St Lawrence River, with stops in Saguenay and Baie-Comeau Quebec; Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island;  Sydney and Halifax, Nova Scotia, then Bar Harbor and Boston.

I’d never been to Quebec City and fell in love with its charm and architecture–and everywhere one looked, there were beautiful Halloween decorations in the doors and windows of the shops.

They sure go all out—so much more than we do here in the Midwest USA!

  One of the photos here is of a man who was playing his music along one of the streets, selling his CDs.  Isn’t his dog beautiful?  So clean, so content and gorgeous.

The fall colors and beautiful scenery we saw on the trip  won my heart, too.  I love the ocean, rocky cliffs and the blazing beauty of fall.

On the way down the East Coast we met up with something far less beautiful, though–Hurricane Sandy.

The cruise ship (Holland America’s Eurodam) is huge, but it swayed and rocked a lot, making walking difficult.  As the weather got worse and worse, the captain searched for an open port somewhere, and instead of continuing on to port in Ft Lauderdale, he had to take the ship up the St John River  to a shipping dock in Jacksonville Florida on Saturday.

We were able to fly out for home late Monday.  It was so nice to arrive home and see our dog and horses and cats again!

With thoughts and prayers for all of those who are dealing with Hurricane Sandy,

 

Roxanne

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Author Terri Reed, a trip to England, and The Doctor’s Defender

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Note:  Terri will be giving away two previously  published books to one commenter, so be sure to leave her a note below!

This past summer I visited England.  We were there to drop our daughter off at the university in Richmond upon Thames.  While there we rented a car and drove out to the countryside.  A most terrifying exhilarating experience!  The rolling hills, green grass and wooded landscape reminded me so much of Oregon where we live.

As we were driving we came across a pasture of sheep.  I’ve never seen so many in one place before.    We stopped so I could take a picture.  As I was standing there surveying the flock, I was reminded of Psalms 23:1-6.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

The words played in my mind, soothing and comfortable.  I’ve always found verse six especially interesting. It doesn’t say goodness and mercy will go before us, or be with us but be what is left behind in our wake.   What a wonderful reminder of how we are to act everyday.   This month I have a new release out, The Doctor’s Defender.   I think Doctor Brenda Storm tried very hard to live out this verse.

The Doctor’s Defender
Love Inspired Suspense
October, 2012

Do No Harm…
As a trauma surgeon, Dr. Brenda Storm saves lives every day. But someone wants her dead.  It starts with the anonymous delivery of poisoned cupcakes.  Now the hospital has hired a bodyguard to protect her 24/7.

At first, Brenda doesn’t think too-handsome Kyle Martin is the right for the job.  Then she discovers his harrowing background—and that Kyle will do anything to keep her safe.  With every attempt on her life, she’s more drawn to the strong and silent man who risks his life for hers.  But their growing feelings could put them both in harm’s way.

 

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Leigh Michaels, dogs, and The Birthday Scandal!

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Guest blogger Leigh Michaels will be giving away a set of three books in  the “Hiring Ms. Right!” trilogy to one of the people who leave a comment here.The set is now out of print and is not available in ebook, so this is your chance!  Winner needs to have a USA address. 

 These days I think of pets the same way I think of babies – they’re cute as heck as long as they belong to someone else. I pet them (though not as often as I used to, after that darling golden retriever puppy gave me a whole lotta lovin’ and a good case of poison ivy) but I’m happy to let some other lucky person do the walking and the feeding and the scooping.

It wasn’t always that way. Charley, my rescue mutt, was a poodle-terrier mix whose great-grandma must have sniffed around a Schnauzer. He was my pal for fourteen years, and right up till the end he thought he was a forty-four pound puppy. In fact, Charley’s vet used to lecture him about playing too hard – usually about the time we had to fix another tendon pulled in a tug-of-war accident.

Charley’s favorite toy was a hard rubber ring which he’d chew on, carry around, and slyly stick into any human hand which he spotted dangling or unoccupied. I can’t count the number of times I’d find myself playing tug-of-war without any idea how the game had started – or when.

So when I was writing my new book, in which there’s an elderly, independent-minded, and irascible duke, I figured he’d be just the sort to have dogs. Lots of dogs. Big dogs. And one of those dogs has my Charley’s habit of teasing anyone who’s handy until they’ll play with him – though Balthazar’s weapon of choice is a soggy braided rope, and his tug-of-war game is actually a hint for the alert reader….

Leigh Michaels is the author of 100 books, including historical romance, contemporary romance, and non-fiction. Her newest release is The Birthday Scandal, October 9, from Montlake Romance.

http://www.amazon.com/Birthday-Scandal-Leigh-Michaels/dp/1612184766

The wealthy Duke of Weybridge knows that everyone loves a good surprise…and a good scandal. He has bounteous amounts of both for the guests—particularly for his nieces and nephew, Emily, Isabel, and Lucien—at his extravagant seventieth birthday ball. They think his promise to improve their lives means a generous stipend. But he’s got different gifts in mind: finding them the perfect matches. His task won’t be easy, because the Arden siblings have given up on love.

Bachelor Lucien spends more time merrymaking than looking for a proper wife. His sister Emily, broken-hearted when her betrothal ended in disgrace, committed herself to an early spinsterhood. And Isabel’s marriage has been troubled from the moment it began—with a terrible betrayal on her wedding night.  Though witty and strong-willed, the siblings are no match for their uncle’s wily machinations. And as the celebration approaches, his romantic scheming ignites illicit liaisons and irresistible temptations, sparking enough rumors to keep the ton abuzz until his next birthday.

www.leighmichaels.com
http://leighmichaels.blogspot.com

NOW AVAILABLE — Regency-period historical romance
The Wedding Affair,  Just One Season in London & The Mistress’ House

COMING SOON —
The Birthday Scandal (Regency-period historical romance)
Return to Amberley (contemporary sweet traditional romance)

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Love Can Scale a Wall ….

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Note from Roxanne:  Kathy is offering a free book!!  She will draw a name from those who leave a comment for this blog.  Good luck!

LOVE CAN SCALE A WALL
by guest blogger Kathy Harris

In the late 1990s, my husband began traveling for work. He was out of town for days, even weeks, at a time. Our house was far too empty—and quiet. I knew it was time for a puppy.

I had recently seen, and fallen in love with, photos of Shiloh Shepherds, a breed that resembles old-fashioned German Shepherds but matures to almost twice their size. Unfortunately, most Shiloh breeders were located several hundred miles or more from Nashville.

Buying a puppy online didn’t seem like the ideal way to find a ‘best friend,’ but I decided to check it out. I called the breed founder, Tina Barber, in Upstate New York and she assured me that she could arrange a good match.

She asked what I was looking for in a dog, so I rattled off a wish list: gentle, alert, medium temperament, smooth coat. A few days later, she e-mailed me a photo of a grey sable puppy that captured my heart.

Soon Baer was on a plane bound for Nashville. I had already picked out his name, Freund Baer, which translates roughly from German to “friend bear.” And the day I picked him up at the airport was the beginning of a lifelong friendship between us.

Only a few months later, when Baer was still a young puppy, I was home alone and a utility repairman appeared unannounced at our front door. He asked me to step outside so we could discuss a water line problem. Baer was in the backyard, and as soon as he heard the stranger talking with me, he did something I would never have believed was physically possible for such a young dog. He scaled the six-foot wooden fence between us and ran straight to my side. While I’ve never understood how he did it. I always knew why he did. He wanted to be sure I was safe.

Only one other time, much later in his life, did he find it necessary to come to my aid. And, even though he grew to a giant size, thirty inches or more at the shoulders, and he could have easily scaled our fence, he never did. I guess he had no reason to, because everything he loved was inside those walls.

In 2008, Baer crossed the “rainbow bridge,” and we still miss him. But we look forward to seeing him again someday . . .  on the other side.

 Read on, about Kathy’s new book!

The Road to Mercy
Kathy Harris, Abingdon Press, September 2012
Tragedy, love, and secrets meet on a journey of faith.

  Have you ever dared to believe you could find God’s forgiveness, even when you can’t forgive yourself?

Dr. Ben Abrams, rescued as an infant from a fiery crash that killed his family, turned his adversities into success but lost his heritage of faith.Fifty years later, Josh and Bethany Harrison face a difficult decision that also tests their faith. A rupture in Beth’s carotid artery leaves her on the brink of death, even as she’s pregnant with their first child. While Dr. Abrams urges her to abort the baby to save her own life, she and Josh step out on faith and ?continue the pregnancy.During the next few months, Josh, a contemporary Christian singer, struggles with his faith while Beth hides a secret that may destroy their marriage. She also discovers a decades-old connection to Dr. Abrams that could change his life forever.

About Kathy…
Kathy Harris is an author by way of a “divine detour” into the Nashville entertainment business. After graduating with a Communications degree from Southern Illinois University, she moved to Nashville, Tennessee, to work with a well-known gospel music quartet. A few months later, The Oak Ridge Boys began their transition into country music, and Kathy had the opportunity to help build an entertainment empire from the ground up.
She worked her way to becoming a member of the Operations Management Team, eventually heading up the company’s public relations and marketing department. A lifelong fascination for books and editing led to her working as a book agent for Oak Ridge Boys’ vocalist Joe Bonsall. Joe has, subsequently, published three books, including his bestselling inspirational biography, G.I. Joe & Lillie.
For several years, Kathy freelanced entertainer biographies and wrote (as well as ghost wrote) news stories and columns for various music publications. In 2007, she sold her first Christian non-fiction story, “Walk on Water,” which was included in Thomas Nelson’s All My Bad Habits I Learned from Grandpa. That fall, one of her devotions was included in The One Year Life Verse Devotional, published by Tyndale House. Kathy’s writing is also included in Chicken Soup for the Soul Thanks, Mom. Her debut novel, The Road to Mercy, releases in September 2012 from Abingdon Press.
An active member of American Christian Fiction Writers and the publicity officer for Middle Tennessee Christian Writers. Kathy lives near Nashville with her husband and their two Shiloh Shepherd dogs, Glocken and Jazz. She regularly interviews literary and music guests on her blog at www.DivineDetour.com.
You can visit her author website at www.KathyHarrisBooks.com    or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/KathyHarrisAuthor.

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