Guest Amber Stockton While Writing Antique Dreams

by Laurie Alice Eakes

While Writing Antique Dreams

By: Amber Stockton

photo of Tiffany Amber Stockton

Author Amber Stockton

Have you ever sat down to read a book only to discover by the end of reading it that you’d received a history lesson without realizing you were learning history? That’s what happened to me with this third book in my Brandywine Brides trilogy. It began with Bound by Grace, continued with Stealing Hearts, and concludes with Antique Dreams. Like so many of my of my previous books, this series involves the same family in different generations, which means the setting of all three books remains the same.

My first series was also set in Delaware, but in Colonial times and closer to the town of New Castle then the Brandywine river area of northern Delaware. That little state often gets overlooked in history books, as well as in general geography, in favor of the bigger and more “known” states in the U.S. At least that’s what history book writers and a lot of teachers end up teaching.

One thing I discovered while researching this series is how critical and influential the little state of Delaware truly is. For example, did you know about Caesar Rodney’s ride from Dover, Delaware, to Philadelphia on July 2nd to interrupt the gathering of the Continental Congress and cast his vote in favor of independence from England? The delegates were at a stalemate, and Rodney’s vote turned the tide, causing a domino effect with the delegates which led to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Had it not been for Rodney’s ride, we might not celebrate Independence Day on July 4th, or even at all.

And think about the last time you received a credit card statement or even an offer to sign up for a credit card. Did you happen to look at the return address on the outside of the envelope? Ten-to-one says the city postmark is from Wilmington, Delaware.

Also, did you know New Castle, Delaware, was originally supposed to be what Colonial Williamsburg (Virginia) is today? That town is a fully functioning, restored Colonial town, and the residents declined the potential to turn it into a tourist site celebrating Colonial history. They preferred their little town to remain quaint and private. As a result, Williamsburg became the international tourist site, though those who are aware of New Castle still visit for a less-crowded historical experience.

Wilmington, Delaware, has been the focal point of industry for nearly 400 years. Everything from shipbuilding, gunpowder manufacturing, pharmaceuticals, railroad cars, carriages, and leather. By the end of the Civil War, Wilmington was producing more iron than the rest of the country combined and it rated first in the production of gunpowder. Pharmaceuticals followed a close second and still remain a significant source of production today. The city even boasted the first horsecar line in answer to the westward expansion of the city’s finest merchants and manufacturers into large homes along tree-lined streets.

Those homes are the ones where the characters in my series reside, and their roles as prominent business owners factor greatly in the stories of each book. Researching this wealthy area of Delaware and digging deeper in the everyday lives of the residents who lived there provided a lot of appeal for me. Growing up, I used to dream of one day living in one of those grand homes on several acres of land in the beautiful, well-kept neighborhoods or country estates west of Wilmington. It was amazing to see so much green and so many artfully-landscaped lawns.

At first, I balked at returning to the setting of my first series, mainly because I had since moved 2000 miles away to get away from the industry and development of the area. But now, I realize how much history in that little state there is yet to be told. Such a rich and fascinating history with many more stories to cover. You just never know where one of my books will be set next.

Reader Questions: Have you ever stumbled upon a town or place that you consider a real treasure, but it appears as if the rest of the world might not be aware of it? It could be while driving across the country or even into another state, or while browsing online, reading books, watching TV/movies, or even talking to a friend or family member. If you’ve found such a place, where is it and what makes it so unique?

Another question to answer (if you can’t think of one for the above): Can you name at least one of the major companies or businesses that are incorporated in Delaware?


Tiffany Amber Stockton has been crafting and embellishing stories since childhood. Today, she is an award-winning author, speaker, and virtual assistant, who lives with her husband and fellow author, Stuart Vaughn Stockton, in Colorado. They have one girl and one boy, and an Aussie/retriever mix named Roxie.. She has sold fourteen books so far and is represented by Sandra Bishop of MacGregor Literary. Read more about her at her web site:

About the Book (Antique Dreams, book 3 in Brandywine Brides):

Book cover for Antique Dreams

Antique Dreams by Amber Stockton

Lillian’s brother has one last request. On a cold April night as the Titanic sinks to the ocean floor, Conrad Bradenton asks his new business partner, Aaron Stone, to fulfill a final wish: that Aaron return a well-worn book to his family and take care of his sister. Aaron seeks out Conrad’s family, never imagining the depth of his commitment until he meets lovely Lillian Bradenton. Hit hard by the despair in her eyes, Aaron encourages Lillian to restore her hope by bringing a boarded-up bookstore back to life. Lillian is uncertain whether she can trust this stranger, the last link to her beloved brother. But she has faith in her brother’s ability to read people. If Conrad saw something in Aaron, maybe she will in time. Then Aaron is summoned to London, and Lillian wonders if it is too late to turn hesitant friendship into undying love.

A Vow Fulfilled Part 2 and Give-Away

by Laurie Alice Eakes

A Vow Fulfilled Part 2 and Give-Away

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 Everyone who comments has a chance to win a fabulous batch of prizes from books, to jewelry, to a music CD.

 To read Part 1 of this serial story, go to

Chapter Two

She was exquisite, Turner would grant her that. Every bit as appealing to the eye as his cousin had claimed. Even now, as her face washed pale and she swayed into the carriage doorway, she was stunning.

Turner swung from his mount and edged forward, ready to catch her if she swooned. Curious though—she hadn’t seemed in danger of fainting when she realized the danger she was in. Not until he invited her to get herself down.

Well, he wasn’t about to fall prey to this woman’s venom, whether it took the form of vapors or charm. He treated her to his most roguish smile and waved a hand at the ground. “What are you waiting for, miss, a liveried servant? Get yourself down before you fall.”

Her cheeks flushed pink again, and anger sparked in her eyes. Her chilling, startlingly blue eyes. She gathered her skirt in one hand but didn’t get down. “You, sir, are no gentleman.”

He very nearly chuckled. “You, miss, are amazingly perceptive. You may stay in there, if you like. I can toss your man to the ground and take the carriage just as easily as I can toss you over my shoulder and ride off with you. I’ll leave the choice up to you, shall I? Just to be . . . gentlemanly.”

With a sound that crossed huff with growl, Miss Sheldon all but stomped down the rickety stair.

This was the scenario he had banked on when he agreed to the scheme, but he must admit—he was surprised it had been her choice, when he put one to her. Given the portrait his cousin had painted of her, he would have expected her to settle back onto her seat and order her slave into the ditches to assure her own comfort.

Care for her servant? Or pride? He would have ample time to figure that out.

Her feet landed in the soft red clay of the road, but she didn’t let go of her skirt. Still, the grip she kept on the pale fabric did nothing to hide the tremor in her hands. Good. Let her quake, let her tremble. Served the little minx right.

Her chin edged up. It was a nice chin, perfectly shaped, neither too sharp nor too soft. If only the chit would learn when to keep from raising it in challenge. “I demand you make your intentions known. I have already assured you I have no money on me—”

“Perhaps not.” He interrupted solely to see the irritated tick of her jaw. “But you are worth plenty.”

Her face went paler still. “You mean to ransom me?”

He doffed his hat and sketched a mock bow. “You have discovered my secret. Now if you’ll come with me?”

The breeze blew a stray curl into her face, but she made no move to fix it, so intent was she upon staring at him with those large, doe eyes. “I most certainly will not. And even if I did, I would not be so certain my father will pay for my return, if I were you.”

He waved a hand. “Then I shall have no less than I do now, and will surely be all the richer for the time spent in your illustrious company. Come.”

Her gaze darted down the rutted road, toward her home. Turner chuckled. “Go ahead and try it. Though that pristine dress of yours may get a bit muddied when I have to tackle you to the ground.”

She let out a squeak of protest. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“And you deduce that by what evidence? I have already told you I am kidnapping you to hold you for ransom. You think I would shy away from that?” He loosed an exaggerated sigh and shook his head. “Enough. We must get a move on. Behave yourself, my dear, and perhaps I’ll spare your life once your father parts with his silver.”

Shock glazed her eyes, just as he intended. While she was stunned, he grabbed her and hoisted her onto the back of his horse, then swung up in front of her. “Hold on. Unless you relish falling off.”

Her arms closed loosely around his waist, though he fancied he could feel the hesitation within them. No matter to him. He gripped the reins and dug his heels into Socrates’ flank. The horse leapt into the small stretch of woods. They would stay within its length as long as possible. Soon enough darkness would provide the cover he needed, but until then, the sparse forest would have to do.

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Miss Sheldon muttered into his shoulder blade.

He’d thought much the same thing when his cousin laid out the plan—and the reason for its necessity. “You brought it on yourself, miss.”

“Pardon me? I don’t recall sending you an invitation to kidnap me, Mr. Cane!”

They whipped around a tree, and a low limb nearly snatched Turner’s hat. He ducked just in time to avoid the thievery. “No, what I should have received an invitation for was your marriage to my cousin. Had you wed him as promised, none of this would be necessary.”

A beat of silence preceded her quickly indrawn breath. “Gregory is your cousin?”

“Gregory? Who the devil is Gregory?” He craned around for a moment, but could see nothing but her wind-blown curls so faced forward again. “Exactly how many men have you crushed beneath your satin heel, Miss Sheldon?”

“That is none of your concern.”

“An unfortunate untruth. It has become my—”

A bang interrupted him half a moment before bark exploded from a nearby tree. He bit back an oath and spurred Socrates faster.

“Was that a—a gunshot?”

“It certainly resembled one, if it wasn’t.” He directed the horse onto a footpath to his right, largely so that he could look in the direction from which the bullet had come. He caught sight of a flash of blue, a streak of red.

Her hands shook as they grasped his overcoat. “My father’s people must have seen you.”

“And decided to shoot at you? No, my dear, it is not your salvation chasing us. More like—”

Another shot sounded, and pain kissed his arm. He grunted and urged Socrates to a gallop as they broke from the treeline.

If he lived through this, he would throttle his idiot cousin for getting him involved.

– Contributed by Roseanna M. White,

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Prize List for the serial story, A Vow Fulfilled:Gina- Designer bookmark
Laurie Alice- Choices of the Heart and Wilderness Road: Music of the Backcountry CD.
MaryLu- The Charleston Chef’s Table: Extraordinary Recipes from the Heart of the Old South.
Carrie- Civil War ebook novella plus a little basket of goodies from Shirley Plantation–notecards, jam, and more.
Roseanna- Quill and ink
Patty- $10 Amazon gift certificate.
Debbie Lynne- antique bracelet

The Reconstruction of the South and an excerpt from Forsaken Dreams

by Laurie Alice Eakes

Please welcome my guest, MaryLu Tyndall, with part 2 of her series continued from March 4th. Contest closes March 16 at 11:59 CST. Winner chosen by

The Reconstruction of the South and an excerpt from Forsaken Dreams

By MaryLu Tyndall

Although I am appalled that anyone in my great country ever enslaved another person, I am in no way biased toward the Northern or Southern States. I believe both contributed to slavery and both paid a huge price in the Civil War. Yet, after the war, the South continued to pay as the North rained down on them with such cruelty; it’s hard to believe they were fellow countrymen. They confiscated homes and property, thrusting many of the civilian population out on the street. Cities and railroads had been destroyed in the war. Schools were closed, banks insolvent, and the southern economy demolished. Nearly every family had lost a loved one in the fighting. The North branded over 150,000 Southerners as traitors and imprisoned them without trial. Many military leaders were hung.

Even when thousands of Southerners attempted to leave the South for greener shores, Northern officers did everything they could to stop them. The following is a scene in the beginning of the book where Confederate Colonel Blake Wallace is trying to board his ship heading for Brazil. Unfortunately, he is wanted for war crimes and has been stopped by Union officers.


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Forsaken Dreams by MaryLu Tyndall

Blake ground his fists together behind his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the crew of the New Hope loose the lines that tied the ship to the wharf. Thankfully, the soldiers hadn’t noticed. Blake’s stomach tightened. Captain Barclay would leave without him. He’d instructed him to do just that should Blake be arrested. But he was so close. Just ten more yards and he’d be on board.

Just ten yards between him and freedom.

A dark cloud swallowed up the sun. A portend of bad things to come? Shifting weight off his bad led, Blake scratched his neck, feeling the cinch of the noose already. A breeze coming off the bay brought the scent of rain and freedom, but it did nothing to cool the sheen of sweat covering his neck and arms.

The lieutenant slid fingers down his long mustache and thrust the papers back at Blake. “Prepare your ship to be searched, Mr. Roberts.”

Blake’s chest tightened. “For what purpose?”

“Slaves, Rebel soldiers, valuables that belong to the Union.” He thrust his face into Blake’s, dousing him with the smell of alcohol. “I’m sure we’ll find plenty of contraband to confiscate.”  He faced his friend. “Go assemble a band of men. Tell them to arm themselves. We wouldn’t want our Rebel friends to forget themselves, would we?”

“I assure you, Lieutenant, we aren’t carrying anything illegal.”

“Then you have nothing to fear.” His gaze pierced Blake before he turned toward the sergeant ambling down the wharf. “Bart!” The man didn’t turn. The lieutenant marched after him. “Sergeant Bart!” he yelled, finally getting his attention. “Bring me the list of war criminals again.” He jerked a thumb toward Blake. “This one seems familiar. . .”

But Blake didn’t stay to hear the rest. The New Hope drifted from the quay, and the crew beckoned him on with anxious gestures, their faces pinched. He didn’t have time to check how wide the expanse of sea had become between dock and hull. He didn’t want to know. It mattered not anyway. He had no other choice.

Ignoring the pain shooting up his right leg, he bolted down the remainder of the dock and leapt into the air. His feet spiraled over murky water. His arms flailed through emptiness, scrambling to reach the rope the crew dangled down the side of the brig.

Curses and shots fired behind him. A bullet whizzed past his ear. The rope loomed in his vision as if were at the end of a long tunnel. Larger and larger it grew. And yet farther and farther away it seemed. His lifeline. One scraggly rope that would either save him or hang him. The crew shouted encouragements, but their voices seemed muffled and distant.  So did the pistol shots and the voice of the lieutenant damning him to hell from the wharf.

Pop! Pop! Pop! More shots exploded around him.

Tiny holes appeared in the hull of the ship, shattering the wood into chips. The brig drifted farther away. Blake’s feet touched water. It was all over. He wasn’t going to make it.

So, does he make it? Hmm. Guess you’ll have to read the book to find out!


Confederate Soldiers in Brazil?

by Laurie Alice Eakes

Please welcome my guest, MaryLu Tyndall.
We have a contest for you through March 16, 2013 11:59 CST.
To participate, answer the question at the end of the post for a chance to win the book.
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Confederate Soldiers in Brazil? By MaryLu Tyndall

Book cover Forsaken Dreams

Forsaken Dreams by MaryLu Tyndall

Tucked away in the city of Santa Bárbara, Brazil, there is a little cemetery named Campo. Should you happen upon it, I encourage you to take a stroll among the cracked tombstones where you’ll view names such as the Carltons, Cobbs, Greens, Moores, Smiths and tons more—all common names in Alabama, Georgia, and South Carolina in the nineteenth century. (Click here if you’d like to see a complete list. You might have a relative there!) If you stay in the area long enough you may also be privileged to witness a celebration put on by the Fraternidade Decendencia Americana (American Descendants’ Fraternity) at that same cemetery four times a year.  Women dress in hoop skirts and men in nineteenth century attire and they dance and sing and eat traditional meals of fried chicken and biscuits and gravy, while listening to songs such as “Dixie” and “God Save the South”.  If you look close enough, you may see flashes of red or blonde hair or pairs of blue eyes among the brown. You might even hear patches of quaint English spoken along with Portuguese!

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Young confederados dance at a Brazilian festival.

An odd sight to any visitor, unless you know the history. A history I was completely unaware of until four years ago when I started doing research and decided to base my next series, Escape to Paradise, on what I discovered.  Much like thousands of Southerners after the Civil War, the characters in my series, rather than face the humiliation, defeat, and devastation of the war, board a ship and sail to fairer shores where they hope to establish their Southern way of life in peace. Brazil was the perfect spot. Similar in climate to the South, with plenty of good land for farming, cheap labor and political and religious tolerance, they foresaw nothing but an escape from their struggles and a future utopia to enjoy.

Conservative estimates derived from newspapers, available numbers, and descendants tell us that perhaps close to 20,000 Southerners came to Brazil to resettle after the war. The crew of the ship, NewHope, in new release, Forsaken Dreams, harbor many of the same dreams and hopes as these historic people. And like these immigrants, they had no idea what they were up against!  Running away from God and from your problems isn’t always a good idea. Nor is believing that creating a perfect Utopia was going to be easy.  That is, if you even survived the journey to Brazil in the first place, a journey often fraught with disease, starvation, shipwreck, storms, thieves, and even violence on board the ship. After these hopeful Southerners landed in Brazil, they faced tropical diseases, bugs the size of men’s hands, crop failures, overwhelming heat, flash floods, and a host of other problem. Some Utopia, eh?

I encourage you to follow the adventures of the crew of the New Hope in the first book in the series, Forsaken Dreams, as they set out from Charleston, South Carolina and head toward Brazil. Each of the characters harbor dangerous secrets, some that could destroy the others. Though they face many dangers from both sea and from man, will the worst danger come from the natural or the supernatural?  Or perhaps God assembled this specific group of people for a mission in Brazil that far exceeds all their forsaken dreams.

What about you? Have you ever wanted to just drop everything and run away from all your problems? If so, where and why?



by Laurie Alice Eakes

Please welcome my guest, Christine Lindsay:

Christine Lindsay

Christine Lindsay

If you were a kid about 100 years ago, studying a map of the world, you would have seen a great many pink areas.

The pink spots were designated as belonging to Great Britain. At that time, the sun never set on the British Empire. Countries such as Canada, Australia, New Zealand, India, Burma, parts of China, Africa, the Caribbean, oh goodness, I’ve probably forgotten some. And of course at one time, the United States was a British colony until the Boston Tea Party.

But like with Rome, all imperialistic ownership of other lands seems to fail after enough time has gone by. Usually due to lack of financial stability.

That’s what happened to Great Britain. After WW2 the country’s coffers were pretty much empty. The British Government finally released their hold on one of their greatest assets—India, or what was referred to as the British Raj of India. Raj is the Indian word for rule.

India and the Raj

A dam built in India under the British Raj

The relinquishment of ownership over India didn’t happen overnight. It took a number of decades. It is this decline of the British Raj that fascinates me, and has become the era and setting of my series—fittingly called—Twilight of the British Raj.

The birthing of the British Raj didn’t happen overnight either.

Like most travellers in Tudor days, Drake, Magellan, Columbus, to name a few were trying to find better ways to the Far East for the spice, silks, all the money that could be made in those fertile tropical lands.

India at that time had settlements of Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch. The English set up the East India Company which employed a private army to keep control of their financial interests, especially against other European invaders. But by the 1700’s Portugal and Holland were losing control of the Asian spice market in India, and the British East India Company had gained strength over the subcontinent.

A number of the British trading posts eventually became great Indian cities, such as Madras, Bombay, Calcutta.

In 1857 the Indian people revolted in what is referred to as the Great Mutiny. A large number of Indian soldiers in the East India Company rebelled, and in a number of cities, English men, women, and children were slaughtered.

When the English shook off the shock and gathered themselves, their retaliation against the Indian people was equally violent if not more so.

Building International Friendships

Building International Friendships

British Parliament decided to protect everyone’s interests—British and Indian—and took over large sections of India, thereby creating the British Raj.

Never at any point did England rule all of India. Many sections were still controlled by Indian princes but with contracts and understanding with Great Britain.

But the British Raj became a time in English history as exciting as the Wild West in North America. A time for an average man or woman in England—basic nobodies—who could come out to India as a tea merchant or a civil service employee and live as rich as a well-to-do man in a higher class back in England.

Indian widow left to die on the steps of a temple. Yes, it still happens today.

Indian widow left to die on the steps of a temple.Yes, it still happens.

Living in India had its price though. Many an Englishman or woman, died within two monsoons, due to the high risk of disease and danger..

Christine Lindsay Captured by Moonlight

Captured By Moonlight by Christine Lindsay

To read more of this fascinating time of action, adventure, exotic settings, I hope you’ll read my first two books of this series, Shadowed in Silk, and Captured by Moonlight. Book 3 Veiled at Midnight will be released in 2014. These three books show the beginning of the end of the British Raj of India.


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Congo Dawn by Jeanette Windle

by Laurie Alice Eakes

Please welcome my guest blogger, Jeanette Windle:
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As authors, we’re told to “write what we know”. Having lived now in six countries and traveled in more than thirty, including some of the planet’s more difficult corners, it is perhaps inevitable I write international intrigue set well outside “first world” comfort zones from Bolivia to Afghanistan. My latest Tyndale House release Congo Dawn takes place against the backdrop of the Democratic Republic of Congo’s Ituri rainforest war zones.

Why this particular setting?

Growing up in the world’s largest rainforest, the Amazon, I was captivated by missionary biographies from its second-largest African counterpart, the Congo. Among them the story of Dr. Helen Roseveare, who helped establish several mission hospitals and medical training centers in the Ituri rainforest despite violence and unrest of impending Congolese independence, herself held captive for five months during the 1964 Simba rebellion. The largest of those centers Nyankunde was in turned razed in 2002 during the continuing conflict that has taken more than five million Congolese lives in the last decade. Today’s fighting is greatly aggravated by the value and pursuit of conflict minerals in that zone.

As always, it has been the mission pilots, medical personnel both expatriate and Congolese, and other followers of Yesu, Jesus Christ, who have been first back into the conflict zones well ahead of United Nations, embassy, local law enforcement or any other humanitarian and corporate interests. Their courage in shining bright the light of Yesu’s love in one of the planet’s darkest corners gave voice to this story.

As to Congo Dawn‘s actual suspense thread, I’ve had personal opportunity to witness what a multinational corporation is capable of in back alleys of the Third World when no one is watching (an experience in itself too unbelievable to write up as fiction). In Africa, as elsewhere, both the protective and striking arm of such corporations have historically been as hired foreign mercenaries. But today’s private military corporations are vastly different, possessing more fire power than the average country. What struck me was the lack of any accountability to outside oversight beyond some paid-off local warlord.

So what happens when a multinational corporation with unlimited funds hires on a private military company with unbridled power in a Congolese rainforest where the ultimate conflict mineral is up for grabs? Coming up with one very plausible possibility birthed Congo Dawn.

On a deeper spiritual level, Congo Dawn addresses the age-old question of how a world filled with such darkness, injustice and pain can possibly be the creation of a God of love. How can followers of Yesu [Jesus]  in the bleakness of an Ituri rainforest conflict zone or any other dark corner of this planet take seriously a Scriptural mandate to rejoice in their suffering [James 1:2; I Peter 4:13]? What value beyond our own comprehension might human suffering possibly hold that a loving Creator God permits it to continue?

I’d love to hear your thoughts on any of those questions. Share your thoughts on these questions, or your own Scriptures you use to help understand these questions, for a chance to win a copy of Congo Dawn.
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Regency Reflections Birthday Party!

by Laurie Alice Eakes

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A Serial Story, Spectacular Prize, and Choice of Ending

by Laurie Alice
Yes, I’ve fallen down on posting again and with a good excuse. Lots of fun things are coming up in February, and my time has been spent on those—besides writing my next book, of course. And I mustn’t forget that I have been promoting Choices of the Heart with numerous blog appearances.

To name a few.

What to expect from me in February:

Throughout the month on we are celebrating our one-year anniversary with a serial story by the blog contributors. Each posting day—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—we will be posting a new section of the story by a different author. My sections are at the beginning and the end.

And speaking of the end of the story, our heroine has three beaux, and you, the readers, get to vote on which gentleman she should choose. Once you select this by vote, I will write that ending.

We are giving away a special gift basket. Come by on February 1 to find out what that basket includes, then read each section and tell us where you found that day’s object within the story.

February also marks the introduction of a group blog with thirty published and prepublished writers participating. My day is the 15th of each month.

In February, I will tell you about how my childhood imagination led to me becoming an author. In March, we will officially launch this blog with prizes every day.

And on this blog, we will have guests and books to win, so stay tuned.

And the Winners Are…!

by Laurie Alice Eakes

By random number generator, the following ladies have been chosen as winners of the three prizes for the celebration of the release of Choices of the Heart…

Third place, winning a $10.00 gift certificate to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble, winner’s choice:

Joy Ross Davis

Second place, with a $20.00 gift certificate to either Amaon or Barnes and Noble…

Gay N. Lewis

First place, winner of a Virginia gift basket…

Jasmine A.

Ladies, I will be contacting you over the next day to get your addresses and/or preferences, whichever is appropriate.

Thank you for joining me in this celebration.

What People Are Saying about Choices of the Heart

by Laurie Alice Eakes

Today’s post, for the last post before the contest concludes with a drawing Monday morning, is simply some snippets from, and links to, early blog tour reviews of Choices of the Heart.

Choices of the Heart by Laurie Alice Eakes

Choices of the Heart by Laurie Alice Eakes

Remember, to enter, please leave a comment that answers any of the questions in posts for the past four weeks. Prizes are the Virginia gift basket and two Amazon (or Barnes and Noble) gift certificates. Any comments on Pamela Hillman’s post from January 10 are eligible to also win a copy of her book.

“Laurie Alice Eakes had me enthralled in Choices of the Heart with her wonderful storytelling ability. It’s set in Appalachia in the 1840’s with lies, gossip, judgment and feuds all contributing to the drama. . . .”

“The characters are well developed and come alive on the pages of the story, and the story plot is realistic and well chartered.”

“Be warned, Ms. Eakes has woven a story with realistic characters that will have you turning pages with your heart in your throat.”

“Like all of Laurie Alice’s stories, the characters capture and hold you, the deep, rich story keeps pulling you forward, and the writings itself adds unobtrusive beauty to it all.”

“I have to say that her character development, though, is her strongest gift. I was engrossed in the heartache, uncertainty, and trepidation of Esther Cherrits journey.”

Today’s Question:

What do you like to read in a book—suspense, mystery, great characters, romance, etc.?

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