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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Living in Harmony by Mary Ellis

This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
Living in Harmony
Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2012)
by
Mary Ellis


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Mary Ellis is the author of many books, including A Widow's Hope,

Sarah's Christmas Miracle, and A Marriage for Meghan. She and her

husband live in central Ohio, where they try to live a simpler style of life.


She was a finalist in the ACFW Carol Awards for A Widow's Hope in

2010, and the 3inner of the Award of Merit in the Holt Medallion Awards

for A Widow's Hope in 2010.


ABOUT THE BOOK

Living in Harmony is the first book in bestselling author Mary Ellis's New Beginnings series. It's about fresh starts and love...and how faith in God and His perfect plan for our lives provides us with the peace and joy we desire.

Amy King--young, engaged, and Amish--faces difficult challenges in her life when she suddenly loses both of her parents in a house fire. Her fiancé, John Detweiler, persuades her and her sister Nora to leave Lancaster County and make a new beginning with him in Harmony, Maine, where he has relatives who can help the women in their time of need.

John's brother Thomas and sister-in-law Sally readily open their home to the three newcomers. Wise beyond his years, Thomas, a minister in the district, refuses to marry Amy and John upon their arrival, suggesting instead a period of adjustment and counseling.

During this time Amy discovers an aunt who was shunned. She wishes to reconnect with her, but this puts a strain on her relationship with John.

Can John and Amy find a way to live in happily in Harmony before making a lifetime commitment to one another?


Watch the book trailer for Living in Harmony:



If you would like to read the first chapter of Living in Harmony, go HERE.

My Thoughts on this Book:
In this new series by Mary Ellis we follow the lives of two sisters from Pennsylvania. After a tragic accident that leaves them without parents, the oldest sibling, Amy and her sister Nora move to Maine with Amy's fiance' John. As they work to make Harmony, Maine their home Amy finds her shunned Aunt Prudence living not far from where they are. Amy wants more than anything to have more family close by before she marries her fiance John, but will that ever be? This story is full of faith, romance and a little adventure added in. Great read. Now I can't wait until the next book in this great series comes out in the New Year.. 

I receieved this book free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review of this book. No other compensation was given.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Bible in 90 Days- Round 2

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If you've followed my blog for awhile then you would know that I have taken a challenge last Fall to read the entire Bible in 90 Days. Up until that point in my life, I've never read the Bible through it's entirety. I completed that challenge with 2 days to spare reading it in 88 days..
 
Since then I've had a tug on my heart to read it again. Cover to cover. I found that Mom's Tool Box website is hosting another Bible in 90 Days challenge. The great news is she has two options this time around. Follow her original plan by reading the Bible in 90 Days Bible or read it chronologically. This is the way I want to read the Bible. To see the stories unfold to me in the order of time. I think what made it hard to understand the last time I read it cover to cover is it kept flipping around back and forth in time and it was hard to follow.
 
This time I'm reading it chronologically and what a difference so far. I've completed my first week and started today on Day 8. I'm loving this so much. God has been faithful in giving me the time I need each day to read His word. I feel that their isn't anything more important than reading, absorbing and applying God's Word to my life.
 
I have completed reading Genesis, some of 1st Chronicles and all of Job. Today I've started reading Exodus. I'm reading this time around with more of an open heart and mind to what God wants me to see through this time in His Word. The last time I read it cover to cover it was just mainly to get an overall picture of who God is, what God has to say and who Jesus is.. Now, I want more. I want to really see His Word. I want to apply it to my life somehow. With God's help, I really feel I can do this.
 
Not sure how often I'll post about my Bible challenge.. I wanted to let you all know that I've chosen to read the good book again cover to cover and will be done by Thanksgiving. I am using the One Year Chronological Bible NLT Version and Mom's Tool Box has a two week at a time schedule to follow along with the Bible.. Would love to hear if you are joining in on this or have joined in, in the past..
 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Face of Heaven by Murray Pura

This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
The Face of Heaven
Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2012)
by
Murray Pura


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Murray Pura was born and raised in Manitoba, just north of Minnesota and the Dakotas. He has published several novels and short story collections in Canada, and has been short-listed for a number of awards. His first books to be published in the United States are the inspirational works Rooted and Streams (both by Zondervan in 2010). His first novel to debut in the USA is A Bride’s Flight from Virginia City, Montana (Barbour), which was released January 2012. The second, The Wings of Morning, will be published by Harvest House on February 1. Both of these novels center around the Amish of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.


My Thoughts on this Book:
Snapshots in History sums up the book really nicely. If you have a love of history then this book is for you. I love this time period in American history during the Civil War and to have it retold through the eyes of Amish Lyndel and Nathaniel puts a wonderful touch to it. I was drawn into the storyline at the beginning it's just getting to know the characters and then we dive into the front lines of the war with both main characters and I couldn't put the book down. Action, suspense, romance..it's all in this great book.

ABOUT THE BOOK

In April 1861, Lyndel Keim discovers two runaway slaves in her family's barn. When the men are captured and returned to their plantation, Lyndel and her young Amish beau, Nathaniel King, find themselves at odds with their pacifist Amish colony.

Nathaniel enlists in what will become the famous Iron Brigade of the Union Army. Lyndel enters the fray as a Brigade nurse on the battlefield, sticking close to Nathaniel as they both witness the horrors of war--including the battles at Chancellorsville, Fredericksburg, and Antietam. Despite the pair's heroic sacrifices, the Amish only see that Lyndel and Nathaniel have become part of the war effort, and both are banished.

And a severe battle wound at Gettysburg threatens Nathaniel's life. Lyndel must call upon her faith in God to endure the savage conflict and to face its painful aftermath, not knowing if Nathaniel is alive or dead. Will the momentous battle change her life forever, just as it will change the course of the war and the history of her country?

If you would like to read the first chapter of The Face of Heaven, go HERE.

I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review of this book. No other compensation was given.

Monday, August 20, 2012

1st Day- School Pictures

Not Back to School Blog Hop

It's that time again.. "Not Back to School Blog Hop" and this week's theme is school pictures. I thought this was a perfect time to post this since we started school today..  I just can't get over how much my kids have grown. We are entering our 9th year of homeschooling. WOW! My babies aren't babies anymore as you can see below..

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DD17 is entering her last year of high school.. With this she is also Dual Enrolled at the College of Technology this year.

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DS13 is finishing up (ALREADY) middle school starting 8th grade.. Unbelievable...

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DS10 is rounding out his Elementary School years entering 5th grade.

I am still wrapping my mind around how grown up my kids are getting. One is almost an adult and the second one isn't far behind, and my baby is no longer a baby.. It's going to be a great year and if these smiles indicate that, then it will most definitely be!!

School Room and School Organization

Not Back to School Blog Hop

I am really behind in posting about our school room for the "Not Back to School Blog Hop". It's been a really busy week getting everything prepped and ready for our back to school day which was today. So even though I'm behind I would like to show you our school room for the year and some organization ideas I am implementing this year..

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Left side of our room. Our 'school room' is actually our dining room which we converted into our school room. In all reality it's the storage room for all of our schooling supplies/ books. I do assist with my youngest in this room with a round table in the middle of the room. The two oldest do their work in their rooms.

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This is the metal cabinet that holds all of our supplies and future curriculum
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Just to show an up close file holder that stores TE manuals for my two oldest kids
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The right side of the room. The white shelf closest to us holds school supplies like pens, pencils etc and on top of that is the two youngest 'cubbies' is what I call them. It has their own personal pencils, rulers and current work in it. Next to that is really my stuff which holds my computer and my supplies in the black bins and the top white container holds everything I need for the dry erase board above.
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The black box on the stool is my prize possession for this school year. It holds 36 weeks of all the copies I will need for this school year for all three of my kids. Took me about 6 weeks to get it all complete. I'll show you more about it below.. The white bookshelf top three shelves is work for my middle child. He is doing Heart of Dakota this year and I've purchased everything for his school year and it's housed on these shelves. The bottom two shelves are resource material.
I'd like to mention a lesson planner that I had made for my middle son. For about 3 yrs now I've basically used a regular wire bound notebook to write down the lessons for my son each day. Well after that many years putting that much effort into setting up his lesson plans I am burnt out writing that much down. Well, I couldn't find a premade lesson planner that would fit my needs so I made one myself then took it down to Office Max and had it bound.

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Here is a glimpse into what the lesson planner looks like. I have divided it up into four quarters using manila file folders. I have each quarter color coded to match the file box system below. Each quarter has enough pages to meet a Mon-Sat schedule for a total of 9 weeks each. This gives an extra day in case he needs to do homework over the weekend if he didn't finish through the week. I had the left column pre-typed with the subjects he will be studying leaving the bottom two blank for those subjects that are not all year long for ex. handwriting is only a quarter long and I didn't want that printed on there the whole year.

The top says HIS NAME's Lesson Planner 2012-2103....... 1st Semester-(1st Quarter and then it changes on each quarter and then the 2nd Semester and so on)

Then underneath that it says.....
Day of Week:___________________Date:______________________

With Subject on left  and Assignment in the big section on the right.

I already have the first quarter completely filled out for him and as he misses assignments it will be scheduled on the weekend page. 

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Now comes my baby... hee hee... Here above is the brain's of this year's homeschool operation. It holds every ounce of paperwork for the entire 36 weeks of school. I've divided the school year into four quarters. Each quarter represents a color.

1st Quarter- Pink
2nd Quarter- Blue
3rd Quarter- Red
4th Quarter- Black

I have 9 colored folder representing each color since each quarter is 9 weeks of our schooling
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Here is a folder of Week 10. This quarter is represented by the Blue Folder. I labeled the side Week 10 in the same color as the folder.
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On the inside of each colored folder holds 2 manila colored folders as shown above. Each of these folders were cut down on the side to remove the tab so you could see the outside tab when this is closed. You can see that on the blue folder picture above. The reason I have two folders inside is to represent two of my children. My two youngest. I have the appropriate color coded dot on the folder to remind me this is this particular quarter and next to that I wrote the first initial of each child and the week number.

Example- Kids name would be Adam so I wrote it like this below
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Some of the dots I had to color myself with the pens I purchased when I bought the folders to match. I just purchased the regular white sticker dots and filled them in. I did the dots and the dates like this above so in case any of the folders get misplaced from the outside one, I'll know where it goes.
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Each manila folder holds the appropriate copies for each child. I then took it a little further and dated the copies as I did the lesson planning to make it easier for the kids to know which papers to do when.

All of this is coordinated with my calendar. I didn't take a pic of my calendar but I have a circle dot like above on each week that we school. 9 weeks has one color, then another 9 for the next color etc. I've already marked the dates we will be taking off school and then I filled in the lesson planners with all this info.

All my copies for the entire year are done and filed into this awesome box streamlining my school for this year. We'll see if this works....

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Angel of the Cove by Sandra Robbins

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!


Today's Wild Card author is:
and the book:
Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2012)

***Special thanks to Ginger Chen of Harvest House Publishers for sending me a review copy.***


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Sandra Robbins and her husband live in the small college town in Tennessee where she grew up. They count their four children and five grandchildren as the greatest blessings in their lives. Her published books include stories in historical romance and romantic suspense. When not writing or spending time with her family, Sandra enjoys reading, collecting flow blue china, and playing the piano.


Visit the author's website.


SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

Anna Prentiss wants to be a nurse, but first she has to spend a summer in Cades Cove apprenticing to the local midwife. Anna is determined to prove herself…but she never expected to fall in love with the Cove. Has God’s plan for Anna changed? Or is she just starting to hear Him clearly?




Product Details:
List Price: $13.99
Paperback: 304 pages
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers (August 1, 2012)

Language: English
ISBN-10: 0736948848
ISBN-13: 978-0736948845

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:



Mountain air was supposed to be cool. At least that’s what she’d always heard.




Anna Prentiss couldn’t be sure because she’d never been this far into the mountains before. But if truth be told, they still had a fair piece to go before they reached the hills that rolled off into the distance.




The narrow dirt road that led them closer to those hills twisted and bumped its way along. The June heat had dried out the winter mud in this part of Tennessee and produced a dust that threatened to choke her, roiling up and around the buggy. Anna covered her mouth with the lace handkerchief her mother had tucked in her dress pocket and sneezed. The smudge left on the cloth made her wonder what her face must look like.




She glanced at Uncle Charles, her father’s brother, who sat beside her on the leather seat of the buggy. Perspiration had cut meandering, dusty trails down his cheeks, but he didn’t appear to notice. His attention was focused on trying to avoid the holes that dotted the road.




She wiped at her face once more before stuffing the handkerchief back in her pocket. It really didn’t matter what she looked like. There was no one to see her. The only living creatures she’d seen all day were some white-tailed deer that had run across the road in front of them and a fox that had peered at her from his dusky hiding place beside the road. In front of them trees lined the long roadway that twisted and turned like a lazy snake slithering deeper into the mountain wilderness. She’d come a long way from the farm in Strawberry Plains.




A twinge of homesickness washed over her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The uneasy feeling lingered a moment, but with a determination she’d only recently acquired, she banished thoughts of those she’d left behind to the spot in her heart where her grief lay buried.




Just then the buggy hit a hole, and Anna grabbed the seat to keep from bouncing onto the floorboard. Uncle Charles flicked the reins across the horse’s back and glanced at her, his spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. Wispy gray hair stuck out from underneath a black hat.




“Hold on. These roads can be a little rough. We had a hard winter up here.”




Anna nodded, straightening herself on the buggy seat and studying her uncle’s profile. How many times had he ridden this way to take care of the mountain people he loved? He looked every bit the country doctor. His smooth hands, so unlike her father’s work-roughened ones, gripped the reins tighter as he grinned at her.




The corner of his mouth curled downward when he smiled, just as her father’s had always done. That was the only similarity she’d ever seen in them, though. Uncle Charles used to say he got the brains and Poppa got the brawn. When she was a little girl, she wondered what he meant. But she knew no matter what it implied, the two brothers shared a bond like few she’d ever seen. And they were the only ones who’d ever encouraged her to follow her dream of becoming a nurse.




Anna took a deep breath and inhaled the heavy, sweet smell that drifted from the forests on either side of the road. She turned to Uncle Charles. “I’ve been noticing those white flowers that look like shrubs growing along the road. What are they?”




“Those are our mountain rhododendron,” said Uncle Charles. “There are also pink and purple ones. Sometimes in the summer you can stand on a ridge and look across the mountains at the rhododendrons blooming, and it looks like somebody took a paintbrush and colored the world. It’s a mighty beautiful sight.”




Anna swiveled in her seat again and looked at Uncle Charles. “Thank you for working out this trip for me.”




A grin tugged at his mouth. “How many times would you say you’ve thanked me today?”




“Not enough yet.”




A sudden breeze ruffled the straw hat her mother had given her, and Anna grabbed the wide brim. After a moment she released it and pulled the handkerchief from her pocket again. Grasping it with both hands, she twisted the cloth until it stretched taut between her fingers. “I hope I don’t disappoint Mrs. Lawson.”




He didn’t take his eyes off the road but shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about that. She’s been delivering babies in Cades Cove for a long time, and she’s glad to have an extra pair of hands. It’ll be good experience before you leave for nursing school in the fall.”




The old anger rose in Anna’s throat. “Only if Robert agrees.” She spit out the barbed words as if they pierced the inside of her mouth. “Why does he have to be so selfish?” She clenched her fists tight together. Ever since their father’s death Robert had assumed the role as head of the family, and he took his responsibilities seriously. Too seriously, if you asked Anna. He never missed an opportunity to tell her how their father wasn’t around anymore to cater to her every whim. The first time he’d said that she felt as if he’d shattered her heart. The pieces had never mended as far as her relationship with him was concerned. But if things went as planned, she would soon be free of his authority.




“I don’t want you to be angry with your brother, Anna. You may not understand his reasons, but he’s trying his best to be the head of your family. He’s still young and has a lot to learn, but he loves you and wants what’s best for you.”




Anna crossed her arms and scowled. “All he wants is for me to stay on the farm and marry somebody he thinks will make a good husband.” Anna shook her head. “Well, that’s not what I want. Poppa promised me I’d be able to go. Robert has no right to keep that money hostage.”




“I know. Your father would have been so proud to know you’ve been accepted.” Uncle Charles’s shoulders drooped with the sigh that drifted from his mouth. “Try to see it from his perspective. You’ve led a sheltered life on the farm, and Robert feels like you aren’t ready for what you’ll see and have to deal with in a big hospital in New York. You think you’ll be able to assist injured and dying people, but it’s different when you’re right there with somebody’s life in your hands. If you find you can’t do it, then Robert is out the money for your tuition, not to mention travel and living expenses.” He cocked a bushy eyebrow at Anna. “And he doesn’t need to be wasting money that can be put to good use on the farm.”




“I know. He’s told me often enough.” Anna smoothed out her skirt and straightened in her seat. “I’m just thankful you came up with a plan that Robert agreed to. Spending the summer with Mrs. Lawson ought to prove I have the grit to handle New York.”




“Remember you’ll need a good report from Granny Lawson.”




Anna smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m going to listen to her and do everything she tells me, no matter how distasteful I think the task is.” She clenched her fists in her lap. “When I board that train for New York in the fall, it will all be worth it.”




Uncle Charles shook his head and chuckled. “I’ll leave New York and all its hustle and bustle to you. I prefer to spend my time right here in these mountains.”




Anna let her gaze rove over the trees on either side of the road. “Still, maybe you’ll come visit me someday. I can show off the maternity ward!”




He flicked the reins across the horse’s back. “I’ve read a lot about that ward. First one in the country. You’ll be fortunate to work there. But don’t forget you may see a lot of babies born this summer while you’re at Granny’s cabin. And there’s not a better place in the world to learn about nursing. She can teach you things you would never learn at Bellevue. Listen to her and do what she says and you’ll be fine.”




Anna nodded. “I will.” Her hat slipped to the side, and she reached up and straightened it. “I really can’t thank you enough, Uncle Charles. Everything’s coming together just the way I planned it, and nothing—not even Robert—is going to stand in my way.”




Uncle Charles sucked in his breath and directed a frown at her. “Nothing? We can only follow the plan God has for us, Anna.”




She settled back on the seat and cast her eyes over the hazy hills in front of them. “But that is God’s plan for me.”




“And how do you know?”




“Because it’s what I’ve dreamed about all my life. God’s never tried to change my mind.”




“Maybe you’ve never listened to Him.” Uncle Charles stared at her a moment. “Like I said, pay attention to what Granny says. She’ll teach you how God uses those He’s chosen to take care of the sick. It isn’t all done with medicine, Anna. A lot of my medical successes—and Granny’s as well—have come about after a lot of prayer.”




The buggy hit another bump, and Anna bounced straight up. As far as she could see, the rippling Smoky Mountains stretched out toward the horizon. A plume of wispy fog hung over the valleys. A strange world awaited her out there.




Mrs. Johnson, the owner of the inn where they’d stayed in Pigeon Forge last night, had taken great pleasure in warning her of what she might face in Cades Cove this summer. Anna clasped her hands in her lap and glanced at Uncle Charles. “Mrs. Johnson said the folks who live in Cades Cove don’t take to strangers.”




Uncle Charles nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me. What else did she say?”




Anna took a deep breath and brushed at the new layer of dust on her skirt. “Oh, not much. Just that everybody knows it’s a closed society in the Cove, but it doesn’t matter because no sensible person would want to live there anyway. She called the people there a strange lot.”




Uncle Charles cocked an eyebrow and chuckled. “Is that right? I hope you didn’t believe her. I know every family in the Cove, and some of them are my good friends.” He hesitated a moment. “Of course you’re going to find some who cause problems—just like you would anywhere else.”




“Like the moonshiners?”




He turned to stare at her with wide eyes. “What did Mrs. Johnson tell you about moonshiners?”




“She said all the men were moonshiners. Are they?”




Uncle Charles threw back his head and laughed as if he’d just heard the funniest joke of his life. After a few seconds he shook his head. “Nothing could be further from the truth. There may be a few who give the Cove people a bad reputation, but most of the men work too hard to waste their time on such nonsense.” He reached over and patted her hand. “I wouldn’t leave you in a place where you weren’t safe. Mrs. Johnson may run a good inn, but she’s the worst gossip in these mountains.”




Anna heaved a sigh of relief. “I guess I’m just a little nervous. I want everybody to like me.”




“They will. Just be yourself and they’ll all love you.”




Uncle Charles meant well, but doubt still lingered in her mind. Would the people of the Cove accept a stranger into their small community? And if they didn’t, what good could she possibly do in this place?




She had to succeed. Her future depended on it. She squared her shoulders. There was no turning back.




As the day wore on, they found themselves deeper in the hills. As they did, a slow awakening began to dawn in the deepest corner of her soul. She’d never seen anything as beautiful as the lush growth that covered the vast mountain range. The air now grew cooler, just as she’d expected it to be, and the sweet smell of mountain laurel mingled with the rhododendrons. As her uncle’s horse, Toby, plodded along the rocky trail that grew steeper with each step, she saw the world through new eyes and stared in awe at the wonders of nature unfolding before her.




For the last hour she’d sat silent and watched the shallow river that flowed beside the road. The water bubbled over rocks like huge stepping-stones scattered across its bed, and the rippling sound had a lulling effect. She wished they could stop so she could pull off her shoes and wade in the cold mountain stream, but there was no time for such fun today. She turned her attention back to the steep hillside on the other side of the road.




“It’s beautiful here.”




Uncle Charles glanced at her. “We’re just about to Wear’s Valley. When we get there, we’ll be close to Cades Cove.”




Anna wondered if Uncle Charles was tired of her questions about the Cove. She hoped not. She settled in her seat and said, “Tell me more about Cades Cove, Uncle Charles.”




He pushed his hat back on his head and stared straight ahead. “Well, if you’ve noticed, we’ve been following that stream as the road’s climbed. Pretty soon now we’re gonna reach a place where we turn away from it and head into a flat valley right in the middle of the mountains. That’s Cades Cove. It’s almost like God just took His giant hand and tucked a little piece of heaven right down in the Smokies. The land’s fertile—not so many rocks you can’t farm—and completely surrounded by mountains. You’re gonna love it when you see it, Anna.”




“How many people live there?”




He pursed his lips and squinted into the distance. “I’d say there are about two hundred fifty scattered throughout the Cove nowadays. Some left for town life—better work there, you know—but they’ll never find a place that’s as beautiful as these mountains.”




“How far is it from Mrs. Lawson’s house to where you live?”




He thought for a moment. “It’s not that far as the crow flies, but it takes me almost three hours going around these roads.”




A lump formed in her throat. Now that they were closer, she didn’t want him to leave. She scooted a little closer to him on the bench of the buggy. “Will you stay at Mrs. Lawson’s tonight?”




He shook his head. “No, I’ll have enough daylight left to get home. But don’t worry, I’ll come to the Cove from time to time to check on you. Granny does a good job of taking care of the folks there, but she knows when it’s serious enough to send for me.”




Anna clasped her hands in her lap to keep him from seeing them tremble. The time had come to begin the test. She couldn’t fail. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. She dredged up all the determination she could muster. No, she wouldn’t fail.




“How long before we get there, Uncle Charles?”




“Not much longer. The entrance is up ahead.”




Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Healing Love by Laura Hilton Book Review


It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!

Today's Wild Card author is:

and the book:
Whitaker House (September 3, 2012)

***Special thanks to Cathy Hickling of Whitaker House for sending me a review copy.***

THE UTHOR:

Laura V. Hilton, of Horseshoe Bend, Arkansas, is a pastor’s wife, mother of five, author LVHilton1210and book lover. She’s got a degree in business but her passion has long been the mission of Christian fiction. Her first series, The Amish of Seymour from Whitaker House (Patchwork Dreams, A Harvest of Hearts, and Promised to Another) earned praise from critics and fans for originality and authenticity, thanks in part to Laura’s Amish grandmother who taught her Amish culture at a young age, and her husband Steve’s family ties to the Amish community in Webster County, Missouri, which has been helpful in her research. Laura is the author of two novels for Treble Heart Books and a contributor to Zondervan’s It’s The Year Life Verse Devotional. She’s a member of ACFW for whom she writes Amish reviews for the magazine, Afictionado, and a long time reviewer for the Christian Suspense Zone. Laura is a stay-at-home mom, homeschooler, breast cancer survivor and avid blogger who posts reviews at: www.lighthouse-academy.blogspot.com.


Visit the author's
website.


My Thoughts on this Book:
This book grabbed me from the first chapter. I really felt the characters Kristi and Shane were very believable and I enjoyed it so much I couldn't put the book down until the end. I can't wait until the next book in the series. It was easy to read, and the characters came to life on the page. Loved it!

SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Shane Zimmerman, a young veterinarian and widower, is first person on the scene of a serious buggy accident buggy in Webster County, Missouri. He rushes Amish midwife Kristi Lapp, been badly injured in the crash, to the nearest hospital. The two discover they’re next door neighbors and a friendship develops as Shane helps Kristi with her high-energy Siberian husky, Chinook, for whom she can’t properly care because of her leg injuries. Shane hopes to further develop their relationship, but Kristi is leery and discourages him at first -- Shane isn’t Amish (although his grandparents were) and Kristi’s father would prefer she marry any aged Amish widower rather than an Englischer – even one with ties to the community who is close to her age. Despite the forces that would keep them apart, the strong attraction Kristi and Shane have for one another grows stronger. As their on-again, off-again relationship persists, Shane must come to grips with his identity and reevaluates why he’s Englisch.

Product Details:
List Price: $10.99
Paperback: 336 pages
Publisher: Whitaker House (September 3, 2012)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1603745068
ISBN-13: 978-1603745062
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:



Chapter 1




October




Kristi Lapp flicked the reins impatiently. “Kum on, Samson. ‘Slow’ isn’t the only speed you’re capable of, ain’t so?” She needed him to pick up the pace. Silas Troyer had banged on her door earlier to alert her that his frau, Susie, was going into labor, and then he’d raced down the lane in his horse-and-buggy to notify their family members of the imminent birth.




Kristi was especially excited about this boppli. Susie had four girls, all of them a year apart, and she’d been expecting to have a boy this time, based on how different it had felt carrying him. Mamms usually sensed these things. And Kristi predicted she was right.




Several deer stepped onto the road right in front of Kristi, none of them even glancing her way. Smiling, she pulled the reins slightly to the right to direct Samson away from them, over to the side of the road. A similarly sized herd had meandered its way through her family’s backyard the other day, and she’d always admired the animals for sticking together as they did.




She tightened her grip on the reins and gave them another flick, hoping to encourage Samson to move more quickly.




As the deer were crossing the center line into the other lane, the powerful roar of an engine broke the serenity of the setting. A red sports car crested the hill up ahead, barreling in Kristi’s direction at a speed she’d never witnessed on this road. She heaved a breath of exasperation. Any idiot would have noticed one of the several signs that read, “Watch for Buggies.” They were impossible to miss, and Kristi had passed four of them in the last mile alone.




As the car whizzed toward her, the herd of deer scattered, darting in different directions. The driver swerved sharply into Kristi’s lane to avoid them, and she gasped, frantically trying to steer the buggy over toward the shoulder. A chill ran up her spine at the sight of the steep embankment and deep ditch below.




One of the spooked deer pivoted. Made a mad dash straight toward her horse. Samson reared and immediately took off at a run, straight toward the ditch.




“Whoa, Samson!” Kristi planted her feet against the front of the buggy and pulled back on the reins with all her might. Leave it to Samson to shift into high gear at the worst time.




The car sped past, but Samson wouldn’t slow down. He was heading straight for the side of the road. Panic surged through Kristi, constricting her breath. Should she try to jump out? She dropped the reins and scooted to the edge of the seat.




She was too late. The buggy lurched as Samson ran headlong over the embankment. As the vehicle tipped, she was propelled out the side. Hours seemed to pass before her body collided with the ground and pain engulfed her.




Teetering on the edge of consciousness, she thought briefly of Susie. How desperately she wanted to be there to assist with the birth of her boppli! Especially considering the problems she’d had with her first delivery…. And then she blacked out.




***




Shane Zimmerman flipped on his fog lights to illuminate the low-lying clouds, which created interesting shapes and shadows against the dark backdrop of woods lining the rural Missouri highway. He scanned the area for deer ousted from their natural habitats by hunters. Of course, rutting season also brought them out of hiding. Not that he hunted. He did treat many a pet that had been injured accidentally by a hunter, such as the Great Dane boarding at his clinic while she recovered from the surgical removal of an errant bullet.




Shane reached inside the console for a CD—the latest release from LordSong—and slid it into the player. As the uplifting music filled the car, he flexed his shoulders in an effort to relieve the tension of the busy day behind him. He looked forward to getting home and kicking back to read his Bible and watch the evening news.




As his Jeep crowned the hill, he tapped the brakes at the sight of a wrecked Amish buggy. He scanned the area, but there was no sign of horse or driver. The animal must have been released and carted home. Or put down, if its injuries had been severe enough.




Returning his gaze to the highway, he slowed. A young buck lay on the road, still alive yet struggling.




Shane pulled his Jeep to the shoulder, put it in park, and clicked on the hazard lights. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he got out, his heart pounding in time with the obnoxious dinging sound of the car. Cautiously, he approached the deer. Its brown eyes fixed on him, wild with fear. The animal lurched to a standing position for a second but quickly collapsed again on the hard pavement, where it remained. Its labored breaths intensified. Whoever had hit it had driven off, leaving it to die. Was the same person to blame for the buggy accident? He’d probably never know.




“It’s okay,” Shane spoke softly.




The deer flicked its ears and struggled to its feet again.




“I’m here to help you.” Shane stepped closer, keeping a wary eye on the rack of antlers. It was hardly the biggest he’d seen, but even small antlers could do hefty damage.




With another flick of its ears, the buck struggled to a semi-standing position and limped off to the edge of the road and into the forest. It would surely die, but Shane couldn’t do anything about that. He wasn’t about to chase an injured wild animal through the woods. He didn’t carry much medical gear in his Jeep, anyway, aside from a few larger tools used for treating farm animals.




He started back toward his vehicle, but a glance at the buggy lying on its side gave him a strong urge to check it out. No point in hurrying. He rubbed his eyes, weary after a long day at the clinic, and surveyed the scene. The buggy appeared to be abandoned.




Then, he moved to the edge of the embankment and gazed down the leaf-covered slope. Something caught his eye. A woman? Shane squinted. Sure enough, there was an Amish woman, wearing a maroon dress and a black apron. Gold hair peeked out from underneath her white prayer kapp, and a black bonnet hung loosely around her shoulders. “Hello?”




No answer. His breath hitched. Had she hit the deer? Or had the deer hit her? He frowned. Accidents caused by deer affected more cars than buggies, by far. Where was the horse?




Heart pounding, he scrambled down through the brush into the ditch. As he crouched beside the woman, his nose caught the metallic odor of blood. The brilliant red on her dress wasn’t part of the fabric. He lifted the hem just enough to spot the injury. Her left leg lay at a weird angle, with a bone protruding from the skin. Definitely broken.




His heart sank. He couldn’t help her. His expertise was limited to animals.




But he was the only one there. And she needed help—urgently.




“Hey.” He touched her left hand. It felt warm. He noted the shallow rise and fall of her chest. His fingers moved down to her wrist, feeling for her pulse. Alive but unresponsive. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed 9-1-1. When the dispatcher answered, he said, “I’d like to report a buggy accident. We need an ambulance. The woman is unconscious and bleeding with a badly broken leg. Looks like a serious injury.” He added their approximate location.




Glancing again at the bone sticking out of her skin, Shane shuddered. Animals, he could handle. Humans were too easy to identify with; their injuries hit too close to home. He leaned down and gently pushed her hair away from her neck. Her pulse was extremely rapid and weak. He breathed a prayer that help would arrive quickly.




As he studied her face for the first time, recognition nearly knocked him off balance. This woman lived right next door to him. What were the odds of that? Her backyard was overrun with weeds, a stark contrast to her meticulously maintained garden in the side yard. He’d seen her working there many a time. She had the most beautiful dog he’d ever seen, a Siberian husky. And the thought had dawned on him, more than once, that the dog’s owner was more than usually beautiful, as well.




She wasn’t married, as far as he knew. The only other people he’d spotted next door were an older couple, presumably her parents. Their last name was Lapp, if the stenciling on their mailbox was current.




Shane would have to stop by the house to let her family know about the accident. They would probably be worried sick when she didn’t return.




The young woman moaned, drawing Shane’s attention. He saw her eyelids flutter slightly, and then her eyes opened.




“It’s okay,” he said, gazing as calmly as he could into her grayish-green eyes. “Help is coming.”




“The pain…my head…my leg….” She winced as tears filled her eyes. “Who are you? I’ve seen you before.”




“I’m Shane Zimmerman. Your next-door neighbor.” He reached for her hand, hesitated, then folded his fingers gently around hers. As their skin connected, he was startled by the jolt that shot through his fingertips and gained intensity as it traveled through his hand and up his arm. He had no explanation, other than his being overly tired. “You’ll be fine,” he assured her.




She only moaned again and closed her eyes.




Shane stared down at her bloodstained skirt and saw that the fabric was saturated. He grimaced. She needed help fast, or she’d bleed out. Animal or human, he didn’t want death on his hands tonight.




God, help me. Shane let go of her hand and yanked his sweatshirt up and over her head. He lifted her skirt again and pressed the garment against her wound, knowing he could be introducing harmful germs. But there wasn’t a choice. He tried to make her as comfortable as he could without letting up the pressure. Even though she didn’t rouse again, he explained every measure he took, from applying pressure to strapping his belt as a tourniquet around her leg. Then, he sang a couple of Amish songs, the ones he remembered learning from his grandparents. His father had left the Amish as young man, choosing to marry Shane’s mom, who wasn’t Amish. But Shane had often spent entire summers with his grandparents.




Time hung in the air as he waited for help to arrive.




Finally, there was a screech of brakes and a rumble of gravel on the road above, followed by the sound of a vehicle door opening.




“Down here!” Shane called.




Seconds later, an EMT carrying a medical bag peeked over the embankment. “Ambulance is right behind me. You didn’t move her, did you?”




“No. But she’s bleeding profusely. I did what I could to slow it down.”




The man half climbed, half slid, down the slope toward Shane. “I’ve got some emergency flares in the back of my truck. Mind setting them out while I take a look at her?”




“Not at all.”




Shane did as he’d been asked, then walked over to the buggy to inspect it more closely. The leather harness straps dangled with frayed ends, indicating that the horse had broken free, possibly when the buggy tipped. He checked the immediate area and even wandered a ways into the woods for signs of a wounded animal, but no clues turned up. The roar of sirens in the distance beckoned him back to the site of the wreck.




In his Jeep, he found a rag and wiped off his bloody hands while he thought out the statement he’d make to the police.




An ambulance screeched to a stop beside the pickup, lights flashing, and a police cruiser pulled up alongside. It wasn’t long before the ambulance wailed away again, spiriting its nameless passenger toward the hospital in Springfield.




After Shane had finished answering the police officer’s questions, he started the two-mile trip home, keeping his eyes peeled for an injured horse. He passed his own small plot of land without any sign of the animal.




He pulled into the driveway next door, hurried up to the house, and pounded on the front door. No response. After several moments, he knocked again. He knew that the Amish generally kept their doors unlocked, but he didn’t feel comfortable opening the door and hollering into the hallway of a stranger’s house. He rapped one more time, just to be sure.




“Hey!”




Shane turned around and saw a man on the front porch of the house across the street.




The man started down the steps. “Can I help you?”




“I’m looking for Ms. Lapp’s family. She was in a buggy accident.”




The man came closer. “She hurt bad?”




Shane nodded. “Bad.” Would she survive the trip to the hospital? His heart clenched.




“Donald Jackson. Me an’ the wife live here.”




Shane stretched his mouth into a tight smile. “Shane Zimmerman. Neighbor on the other side.”




“Oh, the new guy. Vet, right? Welcome to Seymour.”




“Thanks.” It hardly seemed appropriate to exchange pleasantries when someone’s life was hanging in the balance. Shane shifted his weight. “Does she have any family?”




Donald shrugged. “Everyone has some. See her parents and other people around from time to time. Sometimes lots of buggies over there. Besides, ain’t the Amish all related? Heard that somewhere.”




“Seems that way sometimes.” Okay, this man was no help. A howl from the backyard reminded Shane about the Siberian husky. “I’m going to check on the dog.” He strode down the porch steps and made his way around the side of the house.




Donald trailed him. “Barn’s always unlocked, I’m pretty sure, so you could get the dog’s food. I never see her lock it, anyway. But then, I don’t watch her twenty-four-seven or anything.”




Shane raised an eyebrow. This Donald apparently watched her often enough to know about the barn door and the dog food. “Nice meeting you, Donald. I’ll just make sure the dog has fresh water, and then I’ll go.” He needed to find someone Amish to notify.




Seeing the red and white Siberian husky in a large kennel in the backyard, Shane opened the gate and went in, shutting it behind him. The dog whined and jumped up, wrapping him in a sort of canine embrace. Shane hugged her back. This breed was so affectionate. He rubbed her neck, then stepped back, picked up her metal water dish, and headed for the outside spigot, which he’d spotted on his way to the backyard. The dog followed closely at his feet, growling in a friendly way, as if she carried on a one-sided conversation. At the spigot, Shane filled the dish with cold water, then checked the barn door. It was unlocked, as Donald had said it’d be.




Shane stopped and scratched the dog behind her ears. “I’ll be back later to get you some food.” He hesitated. “No, I’ll do it now.” He turned back to the barn and slid both wobbly doors open, going into the darkness. He paused, wishing for his flashlight, then remembered that his Amish grandfather had always kept a lantern near the door. He turned back and groped along a shelf, finally feeling the familiar metal base of a lantern. Next to it was a book of matches, one of which he used to light the wick. It didn’t seem right, being in a stranger’s barn, but the dog would be hungry.




He found the dog food and bent down to scoop some into the dish. Then, he straightened and looked around. This was an Amish farm. There’d be other animals to bed down. Cows. Chickens. Horses. He sighed.




A nicker sounded, and Shane turned to the door. Ah, the prodigal buggy horse, dragging the frayed strands of a harness. Shane spoke softly to the animal as he grabbed hold of one of the harness straps, and then he led it back to an empty stall. The dog followed, whining all the way. Shane gave the sweaty horse a rubdown, checking it for injuries. Nothing seemed amiss, other than the wild look in its eyes and the way it kept tossing its head, probably responses to the trauma of the accident.




When Shane had calmed the horse as best he could, he glanced around again. He knew the basics of managing an Amish farm, thanks to the years he’d spent helping his grandparents, but it was more than one person could handle alone. Another Amish family would probably take on the rest of the chores.




Still, he wanted to go to the hospital to check on Ms. Lapp. Why did she still weigh so heavily on his mind? He’d done his duty to her, a stranger.




His decision made, he returned the dog to her kennel. Before closing the door, he gave her another rub behind the ears. “I’ll be back.”




The dog flopped down on the ground with a reproachful whimper, as if he were abandoning her in her time of greatest need.




“Your master was in an accident, but she’ll be okay,” Shane explained. “I hope.” He crouched down to the dog’s level. “I’m going to the hospital right now to check on her.”




With another whine, the dog lowered her head to rest on her front paws. Apparently, she had resigned herself to his departing.




Shane drove home for a quick shower, then got back in his Jeep to head to the hospital. First, though, he stopped by the farm on the other side of his property. The mailbox there also said “Lapp,” and he figured the residents had to be relatives of the injured woman.




Seconds after he pulled into the driveway, a man came out into the yard. Shane introduced himself and asked for confirmation that this family was related to the other Lapps, specifically the young woman with the Siberian husky.




The man frowned. “Jah, we’re family. I’m Kristi’s onkel. Timothy. I’m caring for their livestock while her parents are visiting family in Sarasota. I was getting ready to head over there.”




Shane proceeded to tell Timothy about the accident. For a relative of Kristi’s, he processed the information rather stoically, Shane thought.




“Can I give you a lift to the hospital?”




Timothy took a step back. “Nein, I’ll contact the bishop, and he’ll get the word out. And I’ll make a call down to Florida to tell her parents.”




Timothy headed back to the barn, and Shane drove away, wondering why was he was taking the time to go to the hospital and check on a woman he didn’t even know. He probably wouldn’t find out anything, thanks to the strict privacy policy. But still, something drew him.




At the hospital, Shane went directly to the emergency wing and approached the front desk. “Kristi Lapp, please.”




The receptionist nodded and checked something on her computer. Then, she looked up with a sympathetic smile. “If you’ll take a seat in the waiting room, a doctor will be out to talk with you in just a few minutes.”




She must be in more serious condition than he’d thought. Shane went down the hall to the waiting area, where he was relieved to find a coffeemaker. He poured himself a coffee and watched several minutes of the sitcom playing on the TV mounted on the wall overhead.




As the only person in the room, he had his choice of seats. He selected a chair in a corner and picked up a magazine from the end table next to it. However, the contents didn’t appear to be any more interesting than the drama he was caught up in, so he put it back. Instead of reading, he prayed for Kristi and for the doctors working on her. It felt strange praying for a woman he didn’t know and waiting for an update from the doctor, as if she meant something special to him. But it seemed she did, even though he’d just met her. Did their brief interaction even count as a meeting? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he hadn’t felt this strong a connection with a woman since Becca. Immediately he dismissed the thought.




He was glad he’d found out her name. Calling her “Ms. Lapp” seemed so wrong. Plus, he probably wouldn’t have been permitted to see her if the hospital staff thought he was a stranger.




Several people came into the waiting room and exited again during a period of time that felt like hours.




At last, a doctor came into the room. “Family for Kristi Lapp.”




Shane blew out a breath. Family he wasn’t, but he was the only person there for her. Hopefully, the doctor wouldn’t ask how he was related. He got up, feeling a twinge of guilt at his act of impersonation.




The doctor led him into a private conference room and gestured for him to sit down. “She’s in recovery. We’ve given her a blood transfusion, and we’ll be monitoring her hemoglobin and hematocrit—that is, blood values. As soon as we’re sure they are in the normal range, she’ll be referred to an orthopedic surgeon for a procedure we abbreviate as ORIF: open reduction internal fixation.”




Shane nodded. He was familiar with the procedure, but the doctor was probably accustomed to having to explain it, so he continued.




“Open reduction—that’s how we put the bone back in the position it’s supposed to be. And internal fixation is how we stabilize it—with a rod down the center of the bone and plates on either side, to keep it in the position it’s supposed to be in until nature takes her course and it heals completely. The plates may be removed later, as long as the bone heals well. Also, her femoral artery was nicked, but she’ll be fine. Lost a lot of blood. We had to give her three units. She’s going to have substantial bruising and probably be in considerable pain.”




“Has she regained consciousness?”




“Not yet. But brain activity is normal, and we expect no complications.”




“Thank you.” Shane stood up and started for the door.




“If you want to wait, I’ll have a nurse come and show you to her room.”




Shane stopped in the doorway. “I’ll come in tomorrow.”




The doctor frowned. “I’m sure your wife will want to see you when she wakes up.”




***




Kristi woke up in an unfamiliar room filled with odd beeping noises. Straight ahead, a television was mounted on the celery-green wall. To her right was a beige-colored curtain; to her left, a big, dark window. The hospital. How did she get here? Someone must have found her. What about Samson? What had happened to him?




Had Susie birthed her boppli? Kristi groaned and shifted on the bed, noticing the bedside table with a plastic pitcher of water and an empty tumbler. And…flowers? She smiled at the vase holding six pink rosebuds, a cluster of baby’s breath, and some other greenery. Who would have sent a bouquet? Maybe the person who’d found her.




With great effort, she reached with her right arm toward the table, pain washing over her anew. It seemed every part of her body ached. Despite the discomfort, she extended her arm just far enough to snatch the white envelope from the plastic forklike thing tucked into the bouquet.




Her left hand had an IV needle stuck in it, taped down. She grimaced at the sight. She’d have a bruise there, probably, but that would be the least of her injuries. Even with her pain-blurred vision, which made it seem as if the room was spinning, she could tell from the shape of the blanket that covered her legs how swollen they were. Her left leg, in particular—that’s where most of the pain radiated from. Wincing with effort, she tore open the envelope and pulled out a plain white card. The message written inside was simple:




You’re in my prayers.




Shane Zimmerman




Sweet, but it must have been intended for another patient. She didn’t know anybody by the name of Shane Zimmerman. Or did she? Her head pounded as she tried to figure it out. No one came to mind.




Maybe this mystery man would come to the hospital to see her.




She pressed the card to her chest and closed her eyes, imagining a tall, handsome Amish man. Hopefully, when she fell asleep, he would visit her in her dreams.




Friday, August 10, 2012

Over the Edge by Mary Connealy Book Review

This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
Over The Edge
Bethany House (August 1, 2012)
by
Mary Connealy

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Mary Connealy writes romantic comedy with cowboys. She is a Christy Award Finalist, a Carol Award Finalist and an IRCC Award finalist.

The Lassoed in Texas Series, Petticoat Ranch, Calico Canyon and Gingham Mountain. Petticoat Ranch was a Carol Award Finalist. Calico Canyon was a Christy Award Finalist and a Carol Award Finalist. These three books are now contained in one large volume called Lassoed in Texas Trilogy.

The Montana Marriages Series, Montana Rose, The Husband Tree and Wildflower Bride. Montana Rose was a Carol Award Finalist.

Cowboy Christmas—the 2010 Carol Award for Best Long Historical Romance, and an Inspirational Readers Choice Contest Finalist.
The Sophie's Daughters series. Doctor in Petticoats, Wrangler in Petticoats, Sharpshooter in Petticoats.

She is also the author of; Black Hills Blessing a 3-in-1 collection of sweet contemporary romances, Nosy in Nebraska, a 3-in-1 collection of cozy romantic mysteries and she's one of the three authors contributing to Alaska Brides with her Carol Award Winning historical romance Golden Days.


ABOUT THE BOOK
Seth Kincaid survived a fire in a cave, but he's never been the same. He was always a reckless youth, but now he's gone over the edge. He ran off to the Civil War and came back crazier than ever.

After the war, nearly dead from his injuries, it appears Seth got married. Oh, he's got a lot of excuses, but his wife isn't happy to find out Seth doesn't remember her. Callie has searched, prayed, and worried. Now she's come to the Kincaid family's ranch in Colorado to find her lost husband.

Callie isn't a long-suffering woman. Once she knows her husband is alive, she wants to kill him. She's not even close to forgiving him for abandoning her.

Then more trouble shows up in the form of a secret Seth's pa kept for years. The Kincaid brothers might lose their ranch if they can't sort things out. It's enough to drive a man insane--but somehow it's all making Seth see things more clearly. And now that he knows what he wants, no one better stand in his way.

If you would like to read the first chapter of Over The Edge, go HERE.

My Thoughts on This Book:

The long awaited ending to this great series..I couldn't wait to find out how Seth Kincaid found his wife, and what happened to the stolen money. You will find this and much more including romance, suspense and adventure.. I couldn't put this book down until the end! Great series. I highly recommend reading this series from the beginning but you could read just this one and still know what's going on but you'll miss all the adventure of the other two Kincaid brothers from the first two books!! Love it!

I receieved this book free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. No other compensation was given.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Not Back to School Blog Hop- Our Curriculum

Not Back to School Blog Hop

It's that time of year again. WOW! Back to school.. I know a lot of people get excited about their children going off for the day but not me. I love waking up each day with my children home with me and to watch them learn alongside you each day of their lives. It's amazing.. Along with that, this time of year gives me the pleasure to get all the curriculum together. A fresh start to a new school year. It's like Christmas Day for me..

Each Monday during the month of August you post about the topic suggested. This week it's Curriculum.

Here below is the curriculum we will be using for 2012-2013

DD17- Senior High

My daughter will be doing Dual Enrollment at the College of Technology here in town. She will be taking one class for the Fall Semester as she finishes up the requirements to graduate in the Spring 2013. She will finish up all her requirements by Christmas to open up her schedule to go full time at the college come January 2013 which she will concentrate on core subjects.

* Notgrass- Exploring Government
* Notgrass- Exploring Economics
* Alpha Omega Publications- Consumer Math
* Nutrition 101- Health Course


DS13- 8th Grade

* Apologia Physical Science
* Mystery of History Volume 1
* Rod & Staff Math
* Excellence in Writing Level B
* Growing with Grammar Level 8
* Soaring with Spelling and Vocabulary Level 8
* Typing Course
* Fix It Write..Handwriting Help...
* Nutrition 101- Health Course


DS10- 5th Grade

* Heart of Dakota- Resurrection to Reformation
* Writing Tales- Volume 2- Grammar
* Soaring with Spelling and Vocabulary Level 5
* Nutrition 101- Health Course

I hope to post each week so check back. Next week is School Room Week. I'll post some pictures of the school room and my organization. Until then....



Friday, August 3, 2012

August Already?

WOW! I can't get over how fast Summer has flown by. It's already August. My birthday is fast approaching on the 7th. Sheesh! I'll be the big 3..8...I'm planning the cake I'll be starting over the weekend. In my head it looks awesome so we will see what it will actually look like when completed..

Right now, I'm just finishing up copies and such for school which will start here on August 20th. I decided to design my own lesson planner for my 8th grade son. He's pretty independant with his school work minus a couple subjects this year so I needed to have a lesson planner that would work for me. One that will allow me enough space to write down his assignments with all the directions needed so he can work alone. This is much much better than the spiral bound notebook I've been doing for the past three years. This is going to save me so much time each week. Lovin' it! I plan to take it down to Office Max tomorrow and get it spiral bound and a cover put on it. Once it's all assembled, I'll take a picture of it and post it.

Things are going really well here. My DD17 has officially decided to live here for her Senior Year which makes this mama totally excited and blessed. It's going to be a great year watching her turn into an adult this October. 18 already. I just feel like her life has flashed before my eyes and now I will soon have an adult child. I just don't feel old enough! She is officially enrolled in Montana State University-College of Technology for the Fall. She will be taking one class equally 3 credits as part of the dual enrollment program. She'll get college credit and high school credit for this class while homeschooling. She decided that one class this semester will be enough since she has a couple more credits to fulfill her high school requirements for graduation. She hopes to go full time come Spring Semester which will be 12 credits.

She's also out picking up applications for her first ever job. I'm so proud of her. How she's taking charge of her life. It brings happy Mama tears in my eyes watching her grow into a wonderful woman. She had her first job interview today for Office Max. She hopes to know by early next week if she got the job. She's still filling out applications just in case this one doesn't work out. On top of that, she's been out driving and hoping to get her driver's license before Christmas. She's vastly improving her driving skills everytime she goes out.

I have all my curriculum purchased and it's here. I got it organized..finally... and just now finishing up the copies portion of my school organization. I've decided this year to make ALL my copies for the entire year now! I have a system I'm using that has file folders, and color coded folders that are broken up into four quarters. Each quarter of the school year is represented by a color. I will have all the copies put into each week's folder so all I have to do is pull the folder out on Friday the previous week to see if I need any supplies for lab work in science or history crafts for my DS10. This is going to streamline MY work and free me up for time to grade papers and such instead of lesson planning. I look foward to seeing how well this works. This past year I felt like I wasn't prepared everytime my son came to me for a test that I hadn't scanned or printed out yet. Now that is all done and ready for him.

On another subject..... With my 30+ pound weightloss over these past several months I also lost weight in my hands. I haven't been able to wear my wedding ring for sometime because it would just slide off my finger. I finally figured I probably won't lose anymore weight in my hands..fingers crossed... so I took it down to get resized. It looks like it went from a 7 1/4 down to a 6. I hope to get it back from the jeweler by the 8th. It will be nice to be able to wear it again.

Not sure if I've posted this but I've decided NOT to run the half marathon this September. I was getting really burnt out on the aggressive running schedule and I was losing the love for running so I felt that had to go. Which for me is just fine. I got the idea and a huge nudge to run a half this year from my running buddy. I thought it would be great but it was just moving me to quickly and I didn't want to run anymore. So now, I'm running for the fun. Like today... Hubby and I went for a run with the boys on their bikes. We started out on the paved trail and then found an awesome dirt trail just off the paved one and took some great hills and the scenery was breathtaking. At the best part.. it was just by our house but you couldn't tell at all that the city was just over the hill. It was awesome! I finished my run off with a 2 mile bike ride home using the bike DS13 was riding (which was mine anyway). My DD17 had her job interview and the run took longer than planned so I hopped on the bike and hubby and the boys walked the rest of the way home. Man, talk about a workout. All I needed was a little swim in there somewhere and I'd have done a triathalon.. hee hee!!

Well..16 more days until the start of school. I hope to post about school curriculum, photos of the kids, schoolroom photos and the day in the life of our school while I join in on the meme of Not Back to School Blog Hop which starts this Monday. Look for my post in a few days on the curriculum we will be using for all three kiddos! Until then...