When I was a kid, my mom sewed most of her clothes and mine. They were simple patterns and I loved my clothes. This was before everything had to be in style and name brands weren’t a thing. One year, I got patterns for Barbie clothes for Christmas. There was a pattern for a skirt, dress, top, and pants. I made simple sew by hand clothing for Barbie and Ken out of my mom’s scraps.
Today I'm happy to welcome back Darlene L. Turner, award-winning author for Love Inspired Suspense. Her latest book, Abducted in Alaska, is out March 1, 2021. Darlene, take it away! Thank you so much for having me on your blog. It’s fun to share tidbits about my...
Born and raised in an auto racing family in Indianapolis, competition and speed were bred into me. As a kid, I would race anyone on anything. Foot, bicycle, go-kart. I ran track and ran for fun. I raced against the clock on my morning paper route, always trying to best my last record. My father put me in quarter-midget race car lessons when I was seven. It was only natural when I learned to fly that I would want to race.
Welcome to the blog, Wendy! Please tell us a little bit about yourself. I’m a professional Genetic Genealogist by day, a Writer by night, and an Artist in between. My love for history and the incredible stories I unearth during...
“With charm, wit, and romance, Teague’s debut novel takes readers on a journey of second chances, grace… and a trusty fern. Hope and humor blend throughout the story, balancing deep emotions with lighter moments and a sweet romance besides. A bright new voice in Christian fiction!”—Carrie Schmidt, ReadingIsMySuperPower.org
There are very few crafts out there I haven’t tried. My husband (and my garage) can attest to that. Everything from jewelry-making to crochet and sewing to painting, I’ve probably at least dabbled in it. But there are a few crafts that are go-to’s for me when my writer brain needs a break from creating stories and wants to recharge by being creative another way.
His gaze settled on her lips, and he laughed. “You, uh…” He motioned at his mouth. “…you have a slight mustache, my fearless reporter.”
A red blush crept up her cheeks, and she tried to wipe away the milk from her lips. Scott stopped her and wiped it away himself, rubbing his thumbs over her mouth. And then he paused with his hands cupping her face. His breath hitched. When had he fallen for her? This sassy redhead who forged head-on into any situation.
Ashton Price inherits her aunt’s B&B in Cranberry Cove, Washington. But before she can open, she must discover the identity of an elusive intruder who appears by night. Could the handsome gardener who claims he once knew her aunt be the prowler?
Gardener James Atwood is actually a corporate executive in the cranberry business but can’t allow the beautiful Ashton to learn of his true identity or why he works in the peaceful gardens at the inn. He’d like nothing more than to help Ashton discover the secret that dwells within the walls at The Inn at Cranberry Cove.
Owning her own PR firm is all reporter Stephanie Clark wants for Christmas, but the idea of running a prestigious election campaign in the country’s capital throws her stomach into knots. A last minute vacation road trip to focus and seek God’s direction for her life ends up in disaster when she gets caught in the worst snowstorm to hit Vermont in over a decade, crashing her into a small town and the one person she’d rather forget.
Constable Ben Koper is still healing from the polar bear attack that almost killed him. Nine months after it happened, he returns to Churchill, Manitoba, a changed man—scarred more than just physically. PTSD is his new shadow, haunting his every step, and he can’t seem to kick the pain meds he shouldn’t need anymore. He’s determined to prove, to himself and his colleagues, that he’s still up to his job. Failure isn’t an option.
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