Monday, August 31, 2009

Gail Martin

Steeple Hill Love Inspired
September 2009
Gail Gaymer Martin

How is Brent Runyan supposed to reach his troubled nephew? The workaholic businessman knows nothing about providing a real home to the orphaned boy who needs him so much. Special education teacher Molly Manning thinks the answer is threefold: love, time—and a dog. But Brent can barely let his nephew into his heart, let alone a golden retriever. With his tragic past, Brent knows what can happen when you love anything: you can lose it. Until Molly asks this dad-in-training to start with the basics by letting her stay…forever.

About the author:

Gail Gaymer Martin is an award-winning novelist and freelance writer. She writes inspirational novels for Steeple Hill Love Inspired, Steeple Hill Women's Fiction and for Barbour Publishing. She has over 2-1/2 million books in print. Her books have received many national awards , including, ACRW 2002 Book of the Year in short inspirational, and Romantic Times 2002 Reviewers Choice for Best Love Inspired novel, National Readers' Choice Award, Holt Medallion and Booksellers Best. Her Barbour novellas have appeared in anthologies on the CBA best seller list. Gail has published numerous church worship/program books and has authored hundreds of freelance articles and short stories. She is a founding member of the American Christian Romance Writers (ACRW) and is a columnist for Spirit-Led Writer. Gail is also a speaker at conferences all over the U.S. and in England, and is a keynote speaker at women's church and civic organization events.
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Friday, August 28, 2009


Southern Discomfort Series
Tamara Leigh

"Tamara Leigh takes her experienced romance hand and delights readers with Chick-Lit that sparkles and characters who come alive."- Kristin Billerbeck, author of The Trophy Wives Club for Splitting Harriet

They say you can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the girl.

This Girl Begs to Differ.

Piper Wick left her hometown of Pickwick, North Carolina, twelve years ago, shook the dust off her feet, ditched her drawl and her family name, and made a new life for herself as a high-powered public relations consultant in LA. She's even "engaged to be engaged" to the picture-perfect U.S. Congressman Grant Spangler. Now all of Piper's hard-won happiness is threatened by a reclusive uncle's bout of conscience. In the wake of a health scare, Uncle Obadiah Pickwick has decided to change his will, leaving money to make amends for four generations' worth of family misdeeds. But that will reveal all the Pickwicks' secrets, including Piper's. Though Piper arrives in Pickwick primed for battle, she is unprepared for Uncle Obe's rugged, blue-eyed gardener. So just who is Axel Smith? Why does he think making amends is more than just making restitution? And why, oh why, can't she stay on task? With the Lord's help, Piper is about to discover that although good PR might smooth things over, only the truth will set her free.

Tamara Leigh first novel, Warrior Bride, was published in 1994. It was followed by six more best-selling, award-winning romances in the general market. Her inspirational Chick-Lit debut, Stealing Adda, was published in 2006 to great critical acclaim. Her twelve novels include Faking Grace, an American Christian Fiction Writers "Book of the Year" and RITA Award finalist; and Splitting Harriet, an American Christian Fiction Writers "Book of the Year" winner and RITA Award finalist. She holds a master's degree in speech and language pathology and lives near Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband and sons. Visit her Web site at

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The Justice Game

The latest legal thriller
From award-winning author
Randy Singer


After the target of an investigative report storms a Virginia Beach television station, he kills one of the anchors before the SWAT team takes him down. Following the victim's funeral, her family files a lawsuit against the gun company who manufactured the killer's weapon of choice. The lawyers for the plaintiff and defendant-Kelly Starling and Jason Noble-are young, charismatic, and successful. They're also easy blackmail targets, both harboring a personal secret so devastating it could destroy their careers. Millions of dollars-and more than a few lives-are at stake. But as Kelly and Jason battle each other, they discover that the real fight is with unseen forces intent on controlling them both.

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Randy Singer is a critically acclaimed author and veteran trial attorney. He has penned nine legal thrillers, including the award-winning debut novel Directed Verdict. In addition to his law practice and writing, Randy serves as a teaching pastor for Trinity Church in Virginia Beach, Virginia. He calls it his "Jekyll and Hyde thing"-part lawyer, part pastor. He and his wife, Rhonda, live in Virginia Beach. Visit his Web site at

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Kim in Action

I laughed when I came up for the title of this piece, because Kim is always in action. It could be something requiring a lot of motion like piling suitcases into the carrier on top of her Ford Expedition. (Yes, I watched her and Holly do this for our trip to Minneapolis last year.) Or something a little less rigorous as organizing a half dozen women in her kitchen as they made a super-yummy lunch for 50-60 people. Even when she sits on the couch with her daughter and son, she is in action. She's bubbling over with love and enthusiasm and most of all encouragement.
Kim is a dynamo, but it is not a self-serving mode of behavior. I don't think the lady has a selfish bone in her body. She is give, give, give, and out of the well of blessings the Lord has given her, she pours forth a spirit of gentle and funny, cheer-leading quality, extra-special exuberance. She makes me laugh. But she also touches my heart with her compassion and love for our Savior.
So, Kim, in between homeschooling, cooking, cleaning (she is a bit of a sterilizing whirlwind), singing, life coaching those around her, providing the comforts for her husband and kids, and nurturing those of us who come across her path, she wrote a book. And I loved this book. It is Welcome Home: Our Family's Journey to Extreme Joy.

Here she is signing at the Focus on the Family(R) Bookstore. And she gave time and interest to everyone who stopped at her table. Even a most unlikely shopper.
Yes it looks like President Bush has come by to look at Kim's books.
Of course it only looks like President Bush.
But it only looks like President Bush. It is really John Morgan, the president's impersonator, who was at the store signing his book and graciously came over to Kim's table to take these fun pictures.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Greetings! I'm eager to share the news about my newest book release. Have you ever wondered how many love stories have one war or another for a backdrop? Rather than counting, I decided to plunge ahead and add a few more titles. Look to the East is the first in a three book series, each one linked by a European, First World War setting-but little else, since each one is an independent story.

So come along for a glimpse back, circa early 1900's, rural France . . .

Look To The East

Maureen Lang

A village under siege. A love under fire.
France 1914

At the dawn of the First World War, the French village of Briecourt is isolated from the battles, but the century-old feud between the Toussaints and the de Colvilles still rages in the streets. When the German army sweeps in to occupy the town, families on both sides of the feud are forced to work together to protect stragglers caught behind enemy lines.

Julitte Toussaint may have been adopted from a faraway island, but she feels the scorn of the de Colvilles as much as anyone born a Toussaint. So when she falls in love with one of the stragglers-a wealthy and handsome Belgian entrepreneur-she knows she's playing with fire. Charles Lassone hides in the cellar of the Briecourt church, safe from the Germans for the moment. But if he's discovered, it will bring danger to the entire village and could cost Charles his life.

A note from Maureen:

This book was one of those stories that just needed to be told. Inspired by actual events in a small town in France, it was a dream come true for me to travel there for research and to absorb the atmosphere. Although my book takes place nearly one hundred years ago, the same area today is similar in many ways: picturesque little villages surrounded by a lovely rural landscape. Thankfully, there were no rumbles of battle in the distance when I was there . . .

My prayer is that the events of the past won't be forgotten, so we'll never again make the same mistakes.

About Maureen Lang:
Maureen lives with her family (her husband, three kids and their lovable lab) in Illinois. She spends her days dreaming up people in faraway places, characters who live far more exciting lives than she does within the safety of her happy home. Look to the East is Maureen's ninth novel.

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Friday, August 21, 2009

The Blue Enchantress

by M.L. Tyndall

Barbour Books (August 1, 2009) ISBN: 978-1602601574

No one writes a pirate story better than Christy award finalist Tyndall! This romantic, action-packed adventure illustrates the healing, redemptive power of God's grace while still offering readers the excitement they crave. Chandra McNeil of Romantic Times

Searching for love and value, Hope Westcott throws herself at any man who looks her way. Betrayed by the nobleman she longed to marry, Hope is being auctioned off as a slave at a distant port when Nathaniel Mason comes to her rescue and sells one of his prized ships in order to save her. Determined to erase the stain of his mother's past, and angry at his loss, Nathaniel wants nothing to do with the stubborn, wanton girl and procures passage for them on the first ship home. But will he be able to resist the provocative beauty, and what is he willing to give up to save her? And will Hope find the love she seeks in God or will she fall back into her sordid ways?

From the Carolina Coast to the Caribbean, through stormy seas and shipwreck, can Hope and Nathaniel put aside their painful pasts, listen to God's voice, and fine true love and acceptance?

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Try Fear

James Scott Bell (Hachette/Center Street)

"Part Michael Connelly and part Raymond Chandler, Bell has an excellent ear for dialogue and makes contemporary L.A. come alive. Deftly plotted, flawlessly executed, and compulsively readable . . . Bell takes his place among the top authors in the crowded suspense genre. Ty Buchanan and Sister Mary Veritas are characters worth rooting for. Highly recommended." - Sheldon Siegel, New York Times Best Selling Author of JUDGMENT DAY

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Friday, August 14, 2009

Lonestar Secrets

The latest romantic mystery
Colleen Coble


Under honest Bluebird Crossings skies, secrets lay buried deep as the Texas canyons.

With horses, Shannon Astor has always been a natural. With the people of her hometown, she's always been an outsider looking in. No wonder she left home the minute she had a chance. Now she's back with a veterinarian degree, a child to raise, and a fierce determination to prove herself. But she remains as skittish as a wild mustang—especially when it comes to Jack MacGowan, the rodeo star and senator's son who once spectacularly betrayed her trust. A stunning discovery—and their mutual love for two little girls—throws Shannon and Jack together in an uneasy alliance. But will she ever trust him enough to share her heart—and cut through the tangle of mysteries that threaten their happiness…and their very lives?

Published by Thomas Nelson Publishers

Author Colleen Coble's novels have won or finaled in awards ranging from the ACFW Book of the Year award, RWA's RITA award, the Holt Medallion, the Daphne du Maurier, National Readers' Choice, and the Booksellers Best awards. With over 1 million books in print, she writes romantic mysteries because she loves to see justice prevail. Visit her website at



First book in the Man's Best Friend Series
by Gail Gaymer Martin

September 2009 release from Steeple Hill Love Inspired


How is Brent Runyan supposed to reach his troubled nephew? The workaholic businessman knows nothing about providing a real home to the orphaned boy who needs him so much.

Special education teacher Molly Manning thinks the answer if threefold: love, time—and a dog.

But Brent can barely let his nephew into his heart, let alone a golden retriever. With his tragic past, Brent knows what can happen when you love anything: you can lose it. Until Molly asks this dad-in-training to start with the basics by letting her stay. . .forever.

Look for 2nd book in the series; Groom in Training - February 2010

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Chapter of the Week

A Surrendered Heart
Tracie Peterson and Judith Miller

"This conclusion of a great series by two talented authors has everything: romance, family secrets, villains, and faith messages woven throughout." (Romantic Times 4 ½ stars)

When cholera strikes Rochester, New York, in the spring of 1899, the members of the Broadmoor family flee to their castle home in the Thousand Islands. But Amanda Broadmoor, who has always held a special compassion for the less fortunate, resolves to remain in Rochester with Dr. Blake Carstead, working to help control the spread of the dreaded disease. However, much more than Amanda's health hangs in the balance. Mishandling of the family fortune threatens to leave the Broadmoor family penniless-and even willing to sacrifice Amanda's future. Will she be forced to marry a man she disdains in order to save the Broadmoor legacy?

Chapter 1
Wednesday, April 26, 1899
Rochester, New York
Amanda Broadmoor glanced at the imprudent headline that emblazoned last night's edition of the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle. Why must the newspaper exaggerate? People would be frightened into a genuine panic with such ill-advised news reporting. Turning the headline to the inside, she creased the paper and slipped it beneath a stack of mail on the marble-topped table in the lower hallway of her family's fashionable home. Certain this most recent newspaper article would cause yet another family squabble, she had hidden the paper in her bedroom the previous evening.
No doubt the glaring headline had increased sales for the owner of the press. The paper had been quick to report four recent deaths attributed to the dreaded disease, and with an early spring and unrelenting rains, a number of prominent families had already fled the city. After yesterday's report, more would surely follow. And for those who didn't possess the wherewithal to flee, the report would serve no purpose but to heighten their fear.
Of course the Broadmoors were among the social elite of Rochester, New York. Amanda had never known need or want, and when bad things dared to rear their ugly heads, she had been carefully sheltered from the worst of it. All that had changed, however, when she decided to seek a career in medicine.
At twenty-one, Amanda felt she had the right to make her own way in life, but her father and mother hardly saw it that way. Their attitudes reflected those of their peers and the world around them. Women working in the medical field were highly frowned upon, and a woman of Amanda's social standing was reared to marry and produce heirs, not to tend the sick. Especially not those suffering from cholera.
"And Mama can be such an alarmist."
At the first report Amanda's mother had suggested the entire family take refuge at their summer estate located on Broadmoor Island in the St. Lawrence River. But that idea had been immediately vetoed by her father. Jonas Broadmoor had avowed his work would not permit him to leave Rochester. And Amanda agreed with her father's decision. After devoting much of her time and energy to medical training at Dr. Carstead's side, Amanda couldn't possibly desert her work-not now-not when she was most needed.
Amanda glanced at the clock. Her mother would expect her for breakfast, but remaining any longer would simply ensure a tearful plea for her to cease working with Dr. Carstead. She would then need to offer a lengthy explanation as to why her work was critical, and that in turn would cause a tardy arrival at the Home for the Friendless. Before the matter could be resolved, much valuable time would be wasted, time that could be used to care for those in need of her ministrations. With each newspaper claim, an argument ensued, leaving Amanda to feel she must betray either her mother or Dr. Carstead. She didn't feel up to a quarrel today.
After fastening her cloak, she tucked a strand of blond hair beneath her bonnet and slipped into the kitchen, where the carriage driver was finishing his morning repast. "Do hurry," she said, motioning toward the door. "I'm needed at the Home."
He downed a final gulp of coffee, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and nodded. "The carriage is ready and waiting." He quickstepped to the east side of the kitchen and opened the door with a flourish. His broad smile revealed a row of uneven teeth. "You see? Always prepared. That's my motto."
"An excellent motto, though sometimes difficult to achieve," Amanda said, pleased to discover the rain had ceased.
She hurried toward the carriage, the driver close on her heels. Her own attempts to be prepared seemed to fall short far too often. Since beginning her study of medicine with Dr. Carstead, she'd made every effort to anticipate his needs, but it seemed he frequently requested an item she'd never before heard of, a medical instrument other than what she offered, or a bandage of a different width. Amanda was certain her inadequate choices sometimes annoyed him. However, he held his temper in check-at least most of the time.
"Did you read today's headline?" the driver asked before closing the carriage door.
Amanda nodded. "Indeed. That's why we must hurry. I'm afraid there will be many at the clinic doors this morning. Sometimes simply hearing about an illness causes people to fear they've contracted it." A sense of exhaustion washed over her just thinking about the work ahead.
The driver grimaced. "I know what you mean, miss. I read the article in the paper and then wondered if I was suffering some of the symptoms myself."
"Have you been having difficulty with your digestive organs?"
At the mention of his digestive organs, the color heightened in the driver's cheeks. He glanced away and shook his head. "No, but I had a bit of a headache yesterday, and thought I was a bit thirstier than usual."
"It's likely nothing, but if you begin to experience additional symptoms, be sure to come and see the doctor. Don't wait too long."
Still unable to meet her gaze, he touched his finger to the brim of his hat. "Thank you for your concern, miss. I'll heed your advice."
When they arrived at the Home for the Friendless a short time later, Amanda's prediction proved true. Lines had formed outside the building, and there was little doubt most of those waiting were seeking medical attention. After bidding the driver good day, she hurried around the side of the building and entered through the back door leading into the office Dr. Blake Carstead occupied during his days at the Home.
She stopped short at the sight of the doctor examining a young woman. "You've arrived earlier than usual, I see."
He grunted. "After reading last night's newspaper, I knew we'd have more patients today. I wish someone would place a muzzle on that reporter. He seems to take delight in frightening people. Did you read what he said?"
Amanda removed her cloak and hung it on the peg alongside the doctor's woolen overcoat. "Only the headline," she replied. "I do hope the article was incorrect."
Dr. Carstead continued to examine a cut on his patient's arm. "It was exaggerated. There was one death due to cholera, but a colleague tells me the other deaths occurred when a carriage overturned and crushed two passersby. I don't know why the owner of that paper permits such slipshod reporting. If I practiced medicine the way that newspaper reports the news, I'd have a room filled with dead patients."
The patient's eyes widened at the doctor's last remark.
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Outlaw's Bride
Lori Copeland

4.0 out of 5 stars A fun western, July 23, 2009
R. Stoddard (McGuire AFB, NJ)See all my reviews(REAL NAME)
Lori Copeland is such a fun writer. Her books are always so enjoyable. This book falls right in line with her previous stories. Ragan works hard to support her family. Her father, suffering from dementia of sorts, and sisters rely on her and she has lovingly sacrificed her future to help care for them. As a housekeeper for the retired Judge McMann, she is also tasked with tolerating prisoners who have been given a 2nd chance-- a chance to change and become productive citizens-- and writing a book with the Judge on this unprecedented experiment. Johnny McAllister might be a drifter with vengeance in his heart, but he is innocent of the crime for which he has been accused. But since evidence points to the contrary, he is convicted of bank robbery. Fortunately, the presiding judge sees worth in him and, rather than the more common hanging, sentences him to 2 yrs in Barren Flats (formally Paradise... but plagued by gangs has changed its name) at the home of Judge McMann... and Ragan. Johnny and Ragan, of course, feel first contempt and then attraction (I don't feel this spoils it because of the nature of this genre.. isn't it to be expected?). But Johnny is not free to love someone as pure and sweet as Ragan when he seeks blood as revenge. Can Ragan convince him to leave vengeance to the Lord? Can his love for her conquer his hate for his enemy? Copeland makes this story fun with efforts to rid the town of its gang-- I really laughed out loud several times causing some raised eyebrows from strangers sitting nearby at the pool. Wonderfully witty dialogue dominates this book as in usual in her tales. This is a great start to a new series. I can't wait to read the next installment!!

A tender romance that shows how even the hard law of the West doesn't stand a chance when God's mercy, warm friendship, and true love come to reside in a lonely man's heart.

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What are you going to do, McAllister? Put your life on hold forever and let a woman like Ragan slip through your fingers so you can pursue scum like Bledso?

Chapter 29
Cattle packed the streets of Barren Flats for five endless days. It seemed the animals were everywhere. There was talk of little else, and the subject was close to being exhausted in the McMann home.
"If I never hear another steer bawl, it will be too soon," the judge declared after dinner Saturday. "Ragan, I don't even want you to cook a roast anytime soon."
She put a thick slice of apple pie on Johnny's plate. Their eyes met and she looked away. This fascination with him had to stop. There could be no future together; he cared nothing about her or her town. "We have to be encouraged that the raids have stopped."
"Hummph. Gunshots are almost preferable to this constant racket and the flies."
"I don't want gunshots or cattle." Ragan dropped the knife into the sink then took the end of her apron and wiped her forehead. "I'd prefer a good, old- fashioned thunderstorm."
A streak of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the kitchen floor.
Laugh crinkles formed around Johnny's eyes. "Be careful what you wish for."
The judge chuckled. "Sounds like you have a connection with a powerful force."
If she had such a connection, she'd ask that Johnny McAllister was an upstanding, solid citizen. That he wasn't a prisoner, and that she could act on these perfectly irrational feelings she was having about him . . . .
Another crack followed, and Ragan stepped to look out the window at the building storm. The air was a still as glassy water.
A low rumble began and quickly grew into a roar.
Turning away, she whispered, "Tornado."
Johnny took hold of the judge's chair. Lightning illuminated the kitchen as they headed for the doorway. Closer and closer, the roar increased. The house shook with pounding vibration.
Ragan grasped the doorway as the porch quivered beneath her feet.
Johnny paused, grasping the porch rail and listening as rain drummed down on the roof. He shouted. "It isn't a tornado!" His eyes swept the sky, and then he looked in the direction of town. "It's cattle!"
"Cattle?" Ragan frowned, trying to shield the judge from the rain with the hem of her apron.
"Stampede!" He pointed toward a dark mass that moved toward Main Street.
Ragan's eyes widened at the sight. "The cattle. They're coming straight toward the house!"
Riders rode the perimeter of the giant herd, trying to gain on the lead animals. Rain pelted the outbuildings and ran in rivulets on the parched ground. Blurred images thundered past, trampling shrubs and flower- beds. The din of pounding hoofs competed with the sound of the driving rain; it was impossible to distinguish one from the other. When the chaos moved past and down the road, Ragan turned to stare in shock at Johnny.
His words barely penetrated. "On to the next plan."
The skies cleared from the brief shower, and the sun came out. Lifting the kitchen window, Ragan wrinkled her nose at the strong odor.
"The air smells of sulfur," the judge remarked, sitting at the open front door.
"Sulfur? Smells like-" Johnny glanced at Ragan, "like the Hostetlers have a manure problem."
Hot, damp air enveloped the house. The stench spread throughout the rooms, saturating furniture and drapes.
Ragan pressed a hanky to her nose. She could just throttle those Hostetlers! How would she ever get rid of the smell?
"We might just as well go look at the stampede damage." Judge McMann fanned the air in front of him as he rolled out the door and down the walk. "Phew-eee."
Phew-ee, indeed. This was ten times worse than the raids! Ragan hurried to catch up with the two men.
The three held handkerchiefs to their noses. Ragan felt something bite her left ankle. She lifted her leg and kicked at a fly at the same time Johnny slapped his neck. The judge shook his foot to ward off two large, green, buzzing insects.
The stench was more pronounced now. The downpour had turned the rutted street into liquefied manure. It was impossible to walk anywhere except the wooden walkway without shoes slipping and hems and cuffs sucking up the muck. Flies buzzed, landed, and then bit. Mosquitoes attacked in angry swarms. Ragan's nose drew into a permanent wrinkle and she pinched her nostrils tight.
"I've seen all I need to see." The judge wheeled his chair around.
Everett hurried toward Ragan with a clean roll of butcher paper.
"Oh Everett, thank you, but it's no use. There's no way to salvage this dress now." If that boy would just find someone to care for besides her!
The judge patted the clerk's arm. "You better get back inside before these bugs eat you alive, son . . . or you're overcome by the fumes."
Everett obeyed, for once seeming anxious to leave.
People stood in doorways. A few balanced on hitching posts, and some high-stepped their way across the street.
On the other side, an angry mob surrounded Rantz and the Hostetlers.
"How do you expect us to conduct business in this stinkin' mess?" Shorty Lynch demanded.
Trish Hubbard buried her nose in her mother's skirt. "I'm going to spit up, Mama. Honest."
Lillian guided her youngest to the side of the general store and held the little girl as she doubled over.
"Now, folks." Buck Hostetler waved his arms above his head. "Folks, let me have your attention, now. There's no harm done here. Don't get excited."
"No harm? Our town stinks like a privy, the road runs with cow manure, and the flies are eating us alive! What do you mean no harm?" Rudolph Miller's massive form towered above Buck. He crossed his beefy arms over his chest and stared. "What are you gonna do about this mess?"
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