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Dream Big: A Guest Post by Lucille Williams
I’m often asked, “How do you do it? How do you write a whole book? I want to write a book, but I don’t think I can. I don’t even know where to…
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Release Day!
It’s finally RELEASE DAY! This novel is a year of my life and a piece of my heart. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. You…
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Interview with Award-Winning Regency Author Kristi Ann Hunter
Very excited to have the fabulous Kristin Ann Hunter with us today on the blog! Can we all just take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her book covers? Are they not…
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Release Day!
I can’t believe this is really happening. After eleven years of spinning dreams, I’m actually holding the result in my hands. All I can say is that God is amazing—and I am forever…
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I Wish I Could Keep You
I don’t want to let you go. I wish I could keep you. I know there is a time and a season for everything, and you must die again as you always do.…
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Want to Write that Book but Don’t Think You Have Time? A Guest Post by Lori Hayes
Looking back on my writing career, I shake my head and wonder how I worked full time, raised two kids, and wrote eleven books. I hear people say they want to write but…
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“A Bright and Blinding Sun” Book Review
Gritty, powerful, and unforgettable, “A Bright and Blinding Sun” is the story of a 15-year-old private’s life and the hardships he endured as a POW. From page one, Brotherton pulls you into Joe’s…
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Interview with Bestselling Historical Author Roseanna M. White
Don’t you love it when you bump into someone else in the world and think, “My heavens, look how much we have in common!” Well, I love it too, and that’s why I’m…
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Three Tips to Creating Unforgettable Story Settings: A Guest Post by Kyle R. Keenan
A key component of fiction writing is the ability to create vivid, descriptive settings that form life-like worlds inside your reader’s mind. Without a grounded setting, characters exist in a fictional white space,…
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The Old Folks
The old folks—my, a race, A people all their own, I used to dread the day, I’d be so stooped and grown. I used to think—my sakes, To be so pale and slow,…
