Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Monday, December 15, 2014

On the 3rd Day of Christmas, "Till the World is Safe for Dreams" arrived from Fleeta Cunningham!


My 3rd Day of Christmas book from the 'Twelve Brides of Christmas' series, just arrived! It's from the fantastic Fleeta Cunningham and it's called "Till the World is Safe for Dreams" and Fleeta herself is a guest on my blog today to talk about her book and do a GIVEAWAY!

Welcome, Fleeta!

Buy Fleeta's book HERE
Thank you so much for hosting me today for the “12 Brides of Christmas” Author Spotlight! My book, “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” is the third stanza of the Twelve Days of Christmas which includes three French hens—and a World War II bride. It’s a sweet story set in the turbulent days of 1942.

For a chance to win a FREE e-copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” comment below with your memory of a Christmas when things just didn’t work out the way you planned. I will be choosing one random comment by 6:00 p.m. Central Time tomorrow, so leave a comment! Thanks again for stopping by, and please leave your comments.


Your blurb and excerpt below sound amazing! I love books set in the 40's. In “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”, you often mention rationing and the shortages the folks at home faced during World War II. How did families manage Christmas with so many staples of holiday cooking rationed?

During the war, everyone faced hard times with ingenuity and ‘make-do’ determination. Women with small children were hard pressed to create a holiday meal for their families. And finding a way for Santa to bring presents to the children was no easy task. Newspaper columns, like the one Kay’s mother writes in the story, offered special recipes, making use of every substitute, so some flavor of the holidays was maintained. Sugar was scarce and so was coffee. But honey and molasses were available so many cake and candy recipes used them to replace sugar. Most homes had a small “Victory Garden”, often converted from a flowerbed to a vegetable patch, and home canning kept meals healthy and colorful. Though meat was rationed, chicken wasn’t, and many a festive meal featured a baked hen as the main course. On Christmas Eve, not many stockings were filled with candy, but an orange was a special treat. Many a little girl was thrilled to have a rag doll, created from the odds and ends from her mother’s scrap bag. Fortunate was the boy who received a homemade set of bow and arrows constructed in Grandpa’s garage.

If you really want to try living on the rations of 1942, here’s a typical week’s provisions for one adult (children would be apportioned half as much):
Weekly ration for 1 adult
·         Bacon & Ham 4 oz
·         Meat to the value of 1 shilling and sixpence (around about 1/2 lb minced beef)
·         Butter 2 oz
·         Cheese 2 oz
·         Margarine 4 oz
·         Cooking fat 4 oz
·         Milk 3 pints
·         Sugar 8 oz
·         Preserves 1 lb every 2 months
·         Tea 2 oz
·         Eggs 1 fresh egg per week
·         Sweets/Candy 12 oz every 4 weeks

You might want to try the cake Kay’s aunt created for Christmas; here’s the recipe.

Sugarless, Eggless Cake
3/4 c. molasses
1/4 c. oil
1 1/4 c. flour
*1 c. corn flour
1 c. milk
4 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. cloves
1 c. raisins
*Grind corn meal until it is fine as flour.

Beat molasses and oil. Add flours and milk, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, and cloves, stirring just until smooth. Add raisins. Pour into loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 60 minutes.

Christmas didn’t work out quite the way Kay and her family expected. Maybe you had one that had an unexpected twist, too. Tell us about it and you might win a copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”. Look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks for stopping by on the 3rd Day of Christmas, Fleeta! I'm so looking forward to reading your book! For my readers, here is an excerpt for “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” as well as some buy links:

A lot of dreams were put on hold when bombs hit Pearl Harbor, including Kay and Jeremy’s wedding plans. Now he’s half a world away, injured, and Kay is hiding her worry about his wounds from her meddlesome grandmother and aunts who disregard the realities of war and are determined to plan a fairytale wedding. Kay is carrying on, spending her days in a war plant, forging bonds with other women who worry and wait. The she hears—Jeremy’s injuries are serious, life threatening. Will he come back? If he does, will he be the same? Will the world ever be safe for dreams?

Book Excerpt
Kay thought of Jeremy, halfway around the world, hurt--who knew how badly--and knew if he were sent home, it would be for something serious. Of course, she wanted him home. Yes, she'd been certain of becoming his wife for two and a half years. And once, an age ago, in a different life, she'd dreamed of coming down the aisle of the family church shimmering in white silk, trailing orange blossoms and tulle. But everybody was making sacrifices, putting personal plans on hold, until the world was again safe for dreams. She wouldn't ask for more than that--that the world was at peace, and everyone's special person was home. Her wedding, and the future she and Jeremy had envisioned, would wait. It had to. "Miss Mary Katherine Abbott?" "Yes, this is she. Who's calling, please?" "Peters, Nolan Peters. I met you at your grandmother's party." "I remember you." Kay's heart beat triple time, her throat tight, as she waited to hear the reason for his call. "Sorry to call so late. Your Jeremy is up against it. The leg has developed a nasty infection, and so far the medicine isn't doing the job. His fever is raging, and he's in a damnable amount of pain. The situation is critical. No way to say this to make it easier. There's a good chance the boy is going to lose that leg. It may come down to the leg or his life." The rest of his message came with a rush. "Better if you hear it from me instead of V-mail. The next forty-eight hours will tell the doctors what they're dealing with. And I'll make sure you know, as soon as there's news."


The Wild Rose Press:


A fifth generation Texan, Fleeta Cunningham has lived in a number of small Texas towns. Drawing on all of them, she created Santa Rita and its inhabitants. After a career as a law librarian for a major Texas law firm, writing a monthly column for a professional newsletter and other legal publications, she returned to her home in Central Texas to write full time. Along the way, she and her mother had a successful wedding design business, numbering celebrity weddings and ‘unique’ events in their twenty-five years of partnership. Fleeta has been writing in one form or another since the age of eight. When she isn't writing, she teaches creative writing classes, serves as the wedding coordinator for her church and keeps house for her feline roommates. Her other musings can be found at www.authorsbymoonlight.com or her website www.fleetacunningham.com. She loves to hear from readers. The Santa Rita Series includes DON'T CALL ME DARLIN', BLACK RAIN RISING, ELOPEMENT FOR ONE, HALF PAST MOURNING, and CRY AGAINST THE WIND. The first book in her new series Confronting Destiny, BAL MASQUE, was released earlier this year. Her story "Help Wanted: WIFE" was named Book of the Month by Long and Short Reviews.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

On the 2nd Day of Christmas...I bought "Late for the Wedding" by Barbara Edwards!


I'm so excited to host the busy, prolific and fabulous Barbara Edwards here today, as she talks about the story she wrote for the 'Twelve Brides of Christmas' series. It's called "Late for the Wedding" and I've already bought my copy!! Can't wait to dive into it! 

Welcome, Barbara! Can you tell us a little about your 2nd Day of Christmas store, "Late for the Wedding?"

Heather Green will do anything to make her twin’s wedding perfect. Despite an impending nor’easter, she sets out with the wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up, her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck, but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers her, on time, to her sister’s wedding. But weddings breed weddings…

"Late for the Wedding" Excerpt:
She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse. She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood. Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.
Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.
She brushed moisture from her face and realized she was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she wept.
“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.
This time the questioner stopped to listen.
She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they could have been a propane flame.  Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her shoulder.  He’d pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and caring.
She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.

It sounds great! I've already bought my copy, but can you give us the links to buy "Late for Christmas" as well as your information, for readers interested in following your writing?



I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love.
I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America. When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends 
          
My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.
    

I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years. I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success. Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Dixie, demands a walk.

Please follow, friend or like me. I love to hear from my readers.
Amazon Author’s Page http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B003F6ZK1A

Saturday, December 13, 2014

On the first day of Christmas...came Jan Romes's story "Big on Christmas"

I'm thrilled to host the first of my fellow "Twelve Brides of Christmas" authors, Jan Romes on my blog for this First Day of Christmas with her new story, "Big on Christmas." Welcome, Jan!

I’m tickled to be here today as part of the “Twelve Brides of Christmas” author’s spotlight! My part of this incredible series was geared around ‘Partridge in a pear tree’, and is titled Big On Christmas! In the opening scene, Cassie says right from the get-go that she’s NOT a partridge in a pear tree kind of girl. From there, the fun begins.
Buy it now on Amazon HERE!

One of things stressed in the story is the annual Wassail Weekend that in reality takes place the first weekend of December in Woodstock, Vermont. I thought I’d share a wassail recipe in case you’d like to make it for your Christmas get-togethers:
Wassail
2 qts. Apple cider
1 ½ c. orange juice
1 Tbsp. brown sugar
½ tsp. lemon juice
2 cinnamon sticks
Pinch of ground cinnamon
Pinch of ground cloves
Pinch of nutmeg
* For wassail with a kick add brandy or rum

Put all ingredients in a slow cooker & cook it until it boils, then simmer it the rest of the day. It will taste delicious and the house will smell yummy too.

Mmmm! That looks amazing! I love that you can do it in your slow cooker, too--that is my favorite kitchen appliance!! Here's Jan's book blurb--I've already bought my copy! I can't wait to read it!!

Born to free-spirited, convention-shucking parents, Cassie Newman thirsts for normal. Leaving L.A. with a secret, she finds herself in Woodstock, VT – a town rich with Christmas tradition. She’s not big on Christmas but Woodstock feels like the perfect fit. Landing a job with Stennett’s Hardware, she tried to forget the world she knew, but Luke Stennett’s small-town charm makes her even more aware of the life she never had.
Luke has his hands full with running the store and caring for his dad. He’s attracted to Cassie but he doesn’t have time for a relationship. Things are starting to go right but he harbors a secret of his own that has the potential to turn everything upside down. Once their secrets are revealed, will it kill the chemistry and send Cassie back to L.A.? Or will she fight for her happiness and stay firmly planted in a place big on Christmas?

Buy links for Big on Christmas:   
The Wild Rose Press link is HERE 



Author Bio: Jan Romes is a hopeless romantic who grew up in northwest Ohio with eight zany siblings. Married to her high school sweetheart for more years than seems possible, she’s also a proud mom, mother-in-law, and grandmother. She likes to read all genres, writes witty contemporary romance, and enjoys gardening and finding new ways to stay fit.


 You can visit Jan at:  www.authorjanromes.com  or on Facebook at  https://www.facebook.com/jan.romes.5 and also on Twitter at https://twitter.com/JanRomes