Friday, November 28, 2014

Brentwood's Ward


Brentwood's Ward
by Michelle Griep
January 1, 2015

Place an unpolished lawman named Nicholas Brentwood as guardian over a spoiled, pompous beauty named Emily Payne and what do you get? More trouble than Brentwood bargains for. She is determined to find a husband this season. He just wants the large fee her father will pay him to help his ailing sister. After a series of dire mishaps, both their desires are thwarted, but each discovers that no matter what, God is in charge.

Michelle Griep at her finest! Brentwood's Ward is set against the dark and crime filled streets of London. The "police Department" is basically non-existent. A magistrate started and funded a group to help fight crime. They're called The Bow Street Runners. Griep has a way of dropping the reader directly into the story with the characters. You can smell the air laden with smoke and fog, you can hear the street vendors hawking their wares. 

Brentwood's Ward is a story of abandonment, loss, and redemption. There's romance and high drama! And it's all on a foundation of Griep's dry humor. What's NOT to love?

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Be Thankful Today

Happy Thanksgiving 

This is a true story of a lot of thankful people. Thankful to one man...

 

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Connected: From Godfather to God the Father


Connected: From Godfather to God the Father
by J Alden Hall

The FBI's search for an escaped convict, a former member of John Dillinger's gang, brought them to little Bobo's house as they attempted to unearth his father. Bobo's dad eluded capture, and the seven-year old joined his father, embarking on life as a fugitive. Searching for happiness through his Catholic boarding school years and success as a businessman, J Alden Hall became entrenched in the mafia. With riveting tales of Frank Sinatra, Las Vegas casinos, and a possible connection to JFK's death, this is the miraculous true story of a boy connected to the Godfather who finds his way to peace with God the Father.

I first heard Hall's testimony in church. I sat slam-jawed at his story. Now, it's finally written! In his memoir, Hall paints a powerful portrait of God's redemptive love. It isn't hard to see how as a boy, Hall was raised by deceipt and neglect. It was an easy path for him to look to money and power for the security and love he missed. 

Eventually imprisoned, Hall found Christ there and later worked for 15 years at Walk Thru the Bible. This is one of the most powerful memoirs I've ever read. 
Well-written, this story is mesmerizing and I read it in one sitting. I absolutely couldn't put it down. I highly recommend this book!

Monday, November 24, 2014

What Experiences End Up in Her Book?

Rose has been writing for over ten years and has been published in several non-fiction anthologies and devotionals. This is her second Christmas novella. Christmas books are her favorites. A retired schoolteacher who has been happily married to her college sweetheart for over four decades, she is also mother to three grown children and their spouses and grandmother to five lovely, lively kids! You can reach her through her website and blog at  or on twitter @RoseAMcCauley and FaceBook

My Life Experiences Have Affected My Writing

My latest novella’s heroine, Grace Buchanan, is a twenty-seven year old interior decorator. I haven’t been twenty seven for over thirty years, and I’m definitely NOT an interior decorator, but I was twenty seven once-upon-a-time, and I have a good friend who is not officially trained as a decorator, but I have watched her decorate her house and mine, so I was able to write about what I learned from watching her.

My father was an alcoholic until the last eighteen years of his life, so I have never wanted to drink. In almost every story I have written there is an alcoholic minor character. I don’t plan it that way, but they just seem to appear. In the novella Christmas Grace, I wrote that someone at the reunion party would say something to Grace that sent her running away crying. As I wrote the reunion party scene an inebriated minor character appeared and bumped into Grace and the hero, Chris, on the dance floor, and speaks of her deceased friend, sending Grace away in tears.

Grace’s parents are in their sixties, and Grace’s dad has a heart attack in the story. Neither my husband nor I have had a heart attack, but we both watch our cholesterol and try to eat a more healthy diet, so I have collected many healthy recipes over the past few years. Several of them showed up in Christmas Grace also.

Any other writers want to share things that show up in your stories subliminally even if you didn’t plan them? How about you readers—do you ever wonder where authors get their ideas for characters and plots? Maybe you could start a story and see where your thoughts and experiences take you!


Grace Buchanan and Chris Fisher were best friends for sixteen years...until he fell in love with her other best friend, Terrie. Chris and Terrie married after high school, then she died three years ago.

A renewed friendship soon awakens stronger feelings in Grace and Chris. Can they both let go of the past long enough to claim the future God has for them?

Books are available online at  www.amazon.com in kindle now and soon in paperback. 

Friday, November 21, 2014

Holiday Foods


I saw this on Facebook and grabbed the photo. Are they cute? I'm going to make them to take to a party. I love colorful festive foods.


What special Thanksgiving or Christmas foods do you create that make a statement?

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Driving Miss Ane


The City of Sugar Hill is breaking ground for our community theater in the Spring! A couple of weeks ago while driving around to visit theaters, I was reminded of when we first moved to Atlanta.

Hubs (L) from a play,
The Heart of Christmas
The hubs, as many of you know, is a Brit. Back then, his accent was stronger than it is now. The company he worked for was moving his division from Southern California (see I was born a Southerner) to Atlanta.

As the division vice president, he had to announce the move at a convention. To have a little fun I wrote him a speech and filled it with Southern sayings ... things like "awl" for oil, and "bald" for boiled, and that we were moving to "Addlanna" as opposed to "Nawlins." 

With his British accent and the Southern sayings, it was a scream, and it helped soften the blow of moving.

But for me, the trouble started when we got here.

When we lived in Los Angeles, I had a wonderful sense of direction. Who wouldn't? The Sierra Nevada Mountains were to the east and the ocean to the west. Who needed a compass? All the streets were laid out in a grid. If you missed your destination, you simply went around the block.

We hadn't been here long, before the hubs went out of town on business. Our youngest son was in school, and I ... well, frankly, I was bored. And when I get bored, I go shopping.

A friend told me of a delightful shop, filled with bargains. Now, a bargain is something I can't resist. She gave me directions and I set out.

The first thing I learned—the hard way—is there are 72 Peachtree Streets in the city and suburbs of Atlanta. She didn't indicate which one.

The second thing I learned is that the streets here change names willy-nilly, for no apparent reason. I suppose somebody who owned a ferry gave his neighbor a free ride, so in a grand gesture, they named the street for him, but only within their city limits.

By now, I was totally confused. I had no idea where I was. By sheer luck and the grace of God, I happened to find the address I had been searching for. Unfortunately, I missed the driveway into the parking lot. But no matter, I did what I would normally do and drove around the block.

I ended up in Tennessee.