From the Heart...Cheryl St.John

Linda Lael Miller: A Creed Country Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 18:57:00 +0000

A Creed Country Christmas
Linda Lael Miller
November 2009
HQN Hardcover

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Celebrate the holidays with the Creed forefathers—Montana men who built the family homestead and established a legacy of love…

In the unforgiving Montana wilderness of 1910, widowed rancher Lincoln Creed is up against more than rustlers, wolves and the coming winter storms. His young daughter has needs beyond the beans and bacon he can barely cook. Lincoln must find little Gracie a governess, a lady who can teach and cook—yet won't set her sights on him.

Disowned for her refusal to marry, twenty-five-year-old Juliana Mitchell shares the love in her heart with her young students at the underfunded Indian school. When she meets Lincoln and Gracie, her response to the handsome rancher makes her realize she's not against marriage after all.

She longs to help, yet the two orphaned brothers in her care need her. But in the season for miracles, Providence just might find a way to bring Juliana, the boys and the Creed family together for Christmas Eve….

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noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:38:00 +0000

The Wrangler by Pamela Britton

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:17:00 +0000

The Wrangler
Pamela Britton
December 2009
Harlequin American

Time's running out for Samantha Davies.

If it's the last thing she does before losing her sight completely, she has got to find out whether Montana's wild, Baer Mountain mustangs are real or simply the stuff of bedtime stories. And nothing—not even a bullheaded, devilishly handsome wrangler named Clint McAlister—is going to stop her.

How could Clint stop a firecracker like Samantha? So what if her eyes are as green as spring grass? Or that she sits a horse like a cowboy's sweetest dream. Clint almost got his heart broken by one high-toned city girl. All he has to do is keep his hands and his heart to himself until this one goes back where she came from and leaves him—and the mustangs—alone.

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Woman Finds Frog in Bag of Lettuce

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:11:00 +0000

Fox News

It's hard enough as it is to get the kids to eat their salad. But Tracy Grimes will have an even tougher time getting her 4- and 8-year-old kids to nibble their greens after she says she found a tree frog in a bag of romaine lettuce she bought from a Kroger supermarket in Sterling Heights, Mich., last Friday.

Grimes, of Troy, Mich., told Slashfood she noticed something moving inside the package as she was getting ready to make a salad for dinner.

"I didn't know what I was seeing but sure enough, I looked a little closer and there was a small light green tree frog, happy as can be, crawling around, living life in the bag of lettuce," she said Tuesday. "I just sort of gasped a bit, and then I stared and just remember thinking 'That's not right.'"

Grimes decided to keep the frog -- still in the bag of lettuce -- for three days in the garage, stored in a paper bag. "I didn't really want it in my house," she said.

A FOX 2 camera crew came on Monday to document Grimes opening the bag. The video clip shows the frog leaping out of the lettuce and onto the kitchen counter.

While the Grimes children wanted to keep the frog as a pet, the family released it into their backyard.

Kroger spokesman Dale Hollandsworth said that the grocery chain has never before had reports of frogs found in bags of the chain's lettuce.

"We're obviously very surprised that that little thing survived harvesting. It survived trimming. It survived washing. It survived cooling the product to 40 degrees and then being in the package," he told Slashfood. "I hope that's a tribute to how gently we handle our lettuce when we're harvesting and cleaning it."

Hollandsworth offered the Grimes family an apology and said the store would replace the romaine lettuce. He offered his backyard pond as a potential home for the frog.

Grimes, however, doesn't foresee Kroger lettuce in her future. "I certainly won't be buying this grocery store's lettuce ever again."

And her son has also grown leery of salad. "Literally as the reporter and the camera were leaving, my son said 'I'm never eating lettuce again,'" she said. "I thought 'Oh boy.'"

NEW RELEASE! Marry Me...Again - Reissue

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 12:42:00 +0000

Silhouette Special Releases
Dec 2009
Montana Mavericks
Contemporary Romance
ISBN:9780373310692 (#47)
Available only from eHarlequin
While you're there, check out all the Montana Mavericks now available!

Marrying footloose cowboy Devlin "Devil" Holmes after their heart-stopping one-night stand was the most reckless thing Dr. Brynna Holmes had ever done. With one rough-and-tumble smile he'd lassoed her heart and promised forever. But Brynna was responsible—for her patients and her family—and trusting her fun-loving husband to take care of her didn't come easily…even after eight months of wedded bliss. Now, with their happily-ever-after jeopardized by painful mistakes and misgivings, could she vow to honor, cherish and love…again?

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Chapter One
Eight months ago

"He's still looking this way," Emma Carlisle said from behind her third rum and Coke. The animated woman was married and had three teenaged children, but hearing her talk about the tall sandy-haired cowboy at the bar, anyone would think she was a teen herself. In fact, they'd have thought the entire group of nurses were high school sophomores at the mall.

Rae Ann Benton elbowed Brynna. "He's heading this way. Act like you didn't see him coming."

"I didn't see him coming," Brynna replied, but her heart had leapt into her throat at the news that the six-foot-something hunk in the slim-fitting jeans, worn cowboy boots and faded chambray shirt was walking toward them. He'd been the subject of their lively discussion and avid appreciation for the last half hour.

When he strolled up to their table and gave a disarming grin, Brynna already knew that his name was Devlin Holmes, that he was better known as Devil and that he worked as foreman at his cousin's ranch outside town. What she didn't know—and couldn't have predicted—was that his flirtatious green eyes would take her breath away when he acknowledged the gathering of women with a polite hello and then singled her out with a confident nod.

"Care to dance?" he asked, his voice a stirring deep baritone that reached her toes.

The jukebox had started a lively Dixie Chicks' number that did make a person want to get up and move. Brynna never usually drank. Tonight she'd had two drinks and would probably trip and embarrass herself, but what the heck. She couldn't recall the last time she'd danced. She wanted to dance with him. Her heart-pounding reaction to the guy was crazy.

Rae Ann's elbow dug into her side so sharply, Brynna practically leaped up out of her seat. If she fell and broke something, she was with the best nurses in the state of Montana, she thought giddily, catching her balance. The handsome fellow gestured toward the dance floor and she led the way across the wooden floor littered with peanut shells, conspicuously aware of his presence close behind her.

She'd showered at the hospital after her shift, changed into jeans and a sleeveless cotton top, and her shoulder-length hair had only begun to dry. She wasn't wearing a lick of makeup except lip gloss and a little blush she'd found on the top shelf of her locker. She couldn't imagine why the man of nurse dreams would look twice, let alone ask her to dance.

Dev thought the slender, fresh-faced beauty was the prettiest thing he'd seen in a long time, and she moved with a beguilingly natural sensuality that appealed to him on a purely masculine level. The single young women who normally came into Joe's Bar were made up for a manhunt—makeup, perfume, tiny T-shirts that bared their midriffs, low-slung jeans that usually revealed tattoos. There were also the older manhunters with more skin covered, but with smiles every bit as predatory.

This young woman's smile was a little nervous, a lot embarrassed, and even if he hadn't been coming here and knew she wasn't a regular, he'd have known just by observing her discomfort. "Name's Devlin Holmes," he said, leading her to the small dance floor, where several couples parted to make some space. "Call me Dev."

"Brynna Shaw," she said over the blare of the music.

He took her soft yet sturdy hand and led her through the dance steps, and, after a few minutes, she loosened up and seemed to enjoy herself. Her golden-blond hair bounced on her shoulders under the dim lighting. Her expressive brown eyes did something strange to his insides. She smelled like soap and shampoo, mingled with the faintest hint of almond. The alluring smell enticed his senses. The sight and scent of her hair had him wanting to touch it. It had been a long time since a woman had attracted him the way this one did.

Somehow, as soon as he'd seen her, he'd known she was special. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed out of place here or that she was obviously embarrassed and yet pleased by the fact that he'd singled her out that made him want to know her.

Being this close made him want a lot more.

After a line dance and another fast number, a slow Garth Brooks song played. Tentatively, Dev took her hand and drew her close, pleased that she didn't resist. She rested her other hand on his shoulder and glanced up. Looking into her eyes, his heart increased its speed. He suddenly felt like the luckiest man in Montana. How could he have missed her until now? "You live in town?" he asked.

She nodded. "I have an apartment down the street."

"I haven't seen you here before."

"I usually go straight home after work."

"Where's work?"

"The hospital in Whitehorn. I'm also on staff at the clinic here in Rumor."

"Nurse?"

"Third-year resident."

His eyebrows rose. "No wonder you're tired after work. I've seen ER, it looks exhausting."

The warmth of her genuine laugh wound its way around his heart. He definitely liked making her laugh.

"It's not quite that exciting," she denied. "We're a small town, you know."

"Just the same, you see all the interesting cases."

"Well, some." She shrugged. "I'm an OB/ GYN."

Dev laughed aloud. "I'm not going to comment."

"Thank you. I've heard them all."

Her body relaxed even more after their introductions, and within moments, she was leaning into him, her soft curves pressed against the planes of his chest and hips; she fitted there as if she was made for him. He couldn't believe his good fortune. What had he ever done to deserve this?

After another slow dance, he asked, "Would you like to get a fresh drink and talk for a while?"

To his delight, she agreed. Her friends smiled and waved with waggling eyebrows when he led her to a booth along the back, where the music wasn't so loud and the lighting was more intimate.

Ignoring them, Brynna tasted the drink the waitress sat on a napkin before her. She'd worked up a thirst. If someone had told her this morning that she'd be dancing with a handsome cowboy, let alone letting him buy her drinks, she'd have ordered them a psych exam. She was the most sensible, least impulsive person on the planet. She never did anything like this.

But it had been a harrowing day at the hospital. She'd lost a mother with leukemia she'd been trying desperately to save. In order to protect her unborn child, the young woman had refused the chemotherapy she needed, so there had been little Brynna could do, except turn her over to the oncology team once the baby was safely delivered.

Even now, thinking about Heidi Price, regret washed over her. The sound of pool balls clacking together and muted cheers came from a side room, and she couldn't help thinking how odd it always seemed that lives went on unaffected when others were experiencing tragedies.

As though sensing the shift in her mood, Dev asked softly, "Something wrong?"

She drew a circle in the condensation her glass had left on the table and spoke the difficult words. "I lost a patient today."

"That must be tough."

Brynna agreed. "She was twenty-four. Had leukemia, but refused treatment because of her baby."

"I guess there wasn't much you could do."

"It was frustrating."

"What about the baby?"

Gauging his sincerity, she gazed into his eyes. His earnest tone and concerned expression showed he really cared. "She's four weeks early, but doing just fine."

"That's good."

His compassion touched her, and Brynna nodded. "I had to tell her husband that his wife didn't make it."

He studied her for a moment. "How do you do that?"

"Well…I've never had to do it before. I was taught to explain the facts. Answer the questions. But then you see the pain…the grief…and…." Brynna's throat tightened with the words and the remembrance. She had felt like crying all afternoon, but she hadn't allowed herself to let go. She was a professional.

"And what?" Dev asked, urging her to go on.

This man not only had her examining her inner feelings, but sharing them. She found herself saying things she didn't share with anyone else. "I don't know how to detach and be merely the doctor and not a caring person," she admitted.

"You are a caring person, or you probably wouldn't be a doctor. The two aren't separate, are they?"

With a lump in her throat, she shook her head.

His hand covered hers then, warm tactile comfort that sent an enticing shiver up her arm. Without conscious thought, Brynna turned over her hand and laced her fingers through his, their palms touching. His tanned hand was large, with long fingers and calluses she felt against her palm—so different from her own—so entirely masculine. It was an intimate touch. A sexy, familiar touch that set off a battery of butterflies in her chest and made her wonder how his hand would feel on other parts of her body.

She should have been ashamed of her thoughts, but the sensual contact released a deeply buried longing—a longing for something more than years of school and work and self-denial. His touch brought her single status sharply into focus.

Face warming uncomfortably, she glanced up to notice his thick blond hair with a ridge where his hat had been and his crescent-shaped eyebrows. Both hair and brows were bleached from the sun. He was strikingly handsome, but there was something even more attractive about him than those intriguing eyes and sexy mouth. The way he looked at her made her think of wet lingering kisses and the slide of bare skin.

The words to a song about slow hands registered in the background. A burning warmth that had begun in her chest flowed through her abdomen and pooled at the center of her femininity. This man's touch melted her insides. The way he gazed at her had her hot enough to combust. She swallowed and met his sparkling green gaze. Could he tell the effect he had on her?

He smiled, one side of his full lips drawn up in a secret grin that created a sexy dimple in his cheek. Surprising herself, she studied his mouth and wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Would he be an aggressive kisser? Would his lips taste like the beer in the glass on the table? Would his tongue?

If she didn't know it was physically impossible, Brynna would have sworn her heart turned completely over in her chest at the thought. The temperature in the room seemed to double. She found it difficult to breathe and inhaled quickly through parted lips.

Dev obviously noted her sharp intake of breath, the parting of her lips, the rise of her chest, and his gaze, glittering with masculine interest, dropped to her breasts before he dragged it back to her mouth. The smile had disappeared from his lips, and his perusal was now surprisingly serious. Had he been imagining kissing her, too?

She didn't want to let go of his hand, and he didn't seem inclined to break the contact either. She felt like clinging to him, and it was a good thing the table was between them or she'd have embarrassed herself by pressing against his body and melding into him. Remembering the solid strength of his arms and chest as they'd danced that last dance made her head a little dizzy.

The waitress set down a full glass and a fresh pitcher of beer. Reluctantly, they broke the contact of their entwined fingers, and Dev placed money on the tray. The girl thanked him and picked up Brynna's empty glass.

Brynna glanced at the gimlet, a lime twist perched on the rim. No wonder she was feeling light-headed. She'd had too many drinks. Obviously the liquor had gone straight to her head for her to be having the dangerous and uncharacteristically erotic thoughts she'd been having about the man sitting across from her.

"I think I've had enough," she said.

When she looked up again, Dev's brows were drawn together in a question—or was that disappointment?

"Drinks," she clarified.

His expression smoothed into a lazy smile. "We could order coffee," he suggested. When she didn't readily agree, he added, "Or go outside for air."

As if only just noticing where they were, she glanced around.

One of my favorite fall photos of all time

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:49:00 +0000

This is Erin

What Keeps a Woman Looking Young?

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:18:00 +0000

Amazing photos of several sets of twin sisters with different lifestyles and habits! We already knew the conclusion: Stay out of the sun and don't smoke! but see for yourself by clicking here.

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 04:00:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 15:32:00 +0000

Got books in the mail!

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:33:00 +0000

Serious Writers at Work

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:06:00 +0000

Woman Scares Off Burglar

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:30:00 +0000

A potential case of breaking and entering this week was thwarted by one woman's barking and pretending.

According to the Associated Press, a woman in Athens, Georgia reportedly scared away an intruder from her home late Saturday night with some canid improv. Her antics included "scratching at the door and acting like a large dog," the AP reported.

Whether or not the woman actually did arf-arf her way to safety is unknown; the police report of the incident didn't specify barking as one of her tactics.

I don't make up this stuff.

Doctors Are In The House On This Season's TV Lineup

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:39:00 +0000

Have you noticed the surplus of medical dramas this season? As a long time fan still mourning the demise of ER and an off and on Gray’s Anatomy fan, I had to check out the new ones.

I first watched NBC's disappointing contribution Mercy. The acting is dreadful, and the main character, Veronica, is a wench. Sonia is her antithesis looks-wise, but I’ve been to a lot of hospitals, and if I ever saw anyone dressed and made up like Sonia, I don’t think I’d want them working on me or my loved one. She belongs on America’s Next Top Model, not a medical drama.

Back to Veronica. She’s pathetic, and I don’t sympathize with her character. She’s been to Iraq or Afghanistan or somewhere, but so have a lot of other people and they don’t come back with attitudes toward the whole human race or a tendency to cheat on their husbands. She can’t make up her mind between her husband or the doctor she had a fling with overseas. Not admirable behavior. If she doesn’t want the husband, she needs to stop playing along with reconciliation. That’s just tacky.

Her parents are both drunks, so what do she and her brother do? Drink. Uh uh. Once was too many times for this chickie to view. Skip this one and watch So You Think You Can Dance, on at the same time.

Alex O'Loughlin stars as the lead transplant surgeon Andy Yablonski in CBS’s Three Rivers. Ryan Abbott has been hired as an assistant to the transplant organizer, only to learn on his first day that the organizer has quit, leaving him and everyone else in the lurch. This is a fun thread, with the likable newbie learning as he goes.

Miranda Foster is a surgical fellow, and whose father the hospital is named after, had unresolved issues with the man before his death. I like her voice a lot, one of those unusually low husky female voices.

The episode I watched this week was a triple thread, involving an organ donor and his family and the recipients of his organs. I especially liked that this wasn’t another hashing of the medical staff persuading a grieving family to donate their loved one’s organs. The donor was on record, and his mother was proud of him—a refreshing take. The conflicts were the waiting patients’ health, securing organs that the police deemed evidence in a murder investigation, and then a bomb threat that jammed traffic on the way from the airport to the hospital. Time pressure and emotional stress with the families raised the stakes.

I liked the unique approach to a worthy procedure and all of the people involved in transplants. Definitely worth watching and ends on a positive note. It’s nice to have a Sunday evening show for a change.

Trauma, another NBC show—what were they thinking, scheduling an exciting action series with likeable characters on the same network as the flat-lining Mercy? The show begins one year after a fatal two helicopter crash during a rooftop rescue, in which Reuben “Rabbit” Palchuk played by Cliff Curtis, is injured and spends time in a coma. He was a jerk previously, and now he’s worse—or so it seems. After rescuing people from a freeway pileup, Rabbit drives his car like a maniac, emulating Steve McQueen in Bullet. We don’t know whether to hate or love this guy, because the next minute he’s apologizing to Nancy and then comforting a child. I ended up liking him a lot. He’s the alpha male character.

Anastasia Griffith’s character, Nancy Carnahan loses her love interest in the crash and is having difficulty on the anniversary of the trauma. She has a medical degree, but doesn’t want to work in a hospital.

Aimee Garcia plays Marissa, the new helicopter pilot who’s back from Afghanistan—wait—they did the same thing on Mercy, only this character is likeable and believable and a good actress to boot. She flies Rabbit to rescue scenes. She’s not afraid to stand up to him, and she doesn’t come off like a rip. There’s good interaction between MTs, doctors and patients.

The one drawback is that viewers see predictable accidents coming, like a text-messaging driver and a marijuana-smoking wood chipper, but because I like this show, here’s a shout out to the writers: less clichéd situations and fewer stereotyped secondary characters, please! But this one’s a keeper and reminds me a little of the show that used to parallel paramedics with policeman. What was the name of that one? Trauma is on opposite Lie to Me on Mondays, so I record it or watch it online.

There are sirens and neck braces aplenty on medical dramas this season. And if you missed an episode you can catch full episodes on the network’s websites in some cases.

Nearing NaNoWriMo Launch Time

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:17:00 +0000

NaNoWriMo is upon us. Hopeful writers are gearing up. One of the greatest stumbling blocks to new writers is an inability to commit to the work and finish.
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Why Write a Good Synopsis?

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:13:00 +0000

In any job or career there are things we love and things we have to do. In publishing, hopefully writing is what you love; revisions, editing and queries are things we have to do. I’m sure most firefighters love fighting fires, but there’s probably also a long list of things they have to do, like rescue potential suicide attempts or pull cars from frozen rivers. Wouldn’t it be a shame if all firefighters simply decided they were only going to do the parts of their jobs they loved?

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Drawing Winners Announced

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 03:50:00 +0000

Barb, Edna, Lori & Karen
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Drawing for Autographed Books

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 05:39:00 +0000

I'm holding a drawing for advance copies of my December book, HER COLORADO MAN at Petticoats and Pistols. CLICK HERE to gallop on over!

Pics on Wednesday

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:36:00 +0000

Jared

Bama and Alexis

GETTING RID OF THE JUNK THAT HOLDS US BACK

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:04:00 +0000

GETTING RID OF THE JUNK THAT HOLDS US BACK
JANUARY ONLINE WORKSHOP
DATE: JANUARY 1 – 31, 2010
INSTRUCTOR: CHERYL ST.JOHN
COST: $25.
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Are you satisfied with your writing accomplishments during 2009?Can you see room for improvement?2010 will turn out just like the previous year unless you take steps to make better choices and initiate changes. If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you always got.January is the month in which we set goals for the coming year, but too often, those goals are a washout by February. We tend to shoot ourselves in the foot year after year, repeating the same bad habits and perpetuating the same poor attitudes toward situations and our abilities.

CLASS DESCRIPTION:In this workshop, Cheryl will ask you to take an honest, in-depth look at your behaviors, your thought processes and the things that are holding you back. Self-examination may be difficult, but it's always necessary for improvement and growth.If you've never had a handle on goal-setting, if you find yourself falling into negative thinking, are having trouble with time management or are always disorganized, this class may be just the motivation you need to start your year in a positive light. Maybe you don't even realize the negative behaviors you've been falling into year after year.Make this your year of change. You're worth it.

INSTUCTOR BIO:
Among her achievements, which include over thirty published books in both contemporary and historical genres, Cheryl St.John has received multiple Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Awards and three RITA nominations. In describing her stories of second chances and redemption, readers and reviewers use words like, “emotional punch, hometown feel, core values, believable characters and real life situations.” She has taught writing on local and national levels, and is in demand as a motivational speaker.

FORMAT:
The class will be conducted via subscription to a private yahoogroup, two lessons per week, followed by questions and answers. Archived class will be available for one week after the ending date.

ENDORSEMENT:
"Everyone has obvious junk that keeps us from achieving our goals. With Cheryl's encouragement, I discovered hidden and disguised junk and broke through for increased productivity. Excellent and thought provoking!"
~ author, *lizzie starr

The Proposal

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 23:51:00 +0000

Have you seen The Proposal yet?

I asked Kristin to grab it for me while she was at ShopKo, and I watched it once on Sunday evening.

I'll review it after I've watched it again.

I wasn't disappointed, but it probably isn't one of my favorites ever.

I did laugh in several places.

Woman Reads a Book a Day for a Year

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:55:00 +0000

Ms. Sankovitch, who has a law degree from Harvard and reads fast but does not speed read, is no doubt smarter than the average bear.

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Kreativ Blogger Award

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 20:55:00 +0000

Stephanie gave me a Kreative Blogger award. Thanks, Stephanie!

The rules for the award are:
1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people may not know.
5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each.

Things you may not know:
1 My middle name is Lynn
2 I named one of my daughters Jennifer after a character in a book -
her middle naame is Lynn too
3 I still have paperdolls and Barbies
4 I drink at least 3 or 4 pots of tea a day
5 My son Jared and my granddughter Alexis has eyes exactly the same color as mine
6 I once won a pizza eating competition
7 My childhood friend from kindergarden on became my sister-in-law

The blogs I nominate are:
Rebecca Ryan
Real Life at Petticoat Ranch
Coolest Mommie's Coolest Thoughts
Wendy the Super Librarian
The Good the Bad and the Unread
Cookie Madness
Jennifer's Random Musings

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:06:00 +0000

I'm making tough decisions about online time and Shelfari is going. I'm spreading myself too thin and need to be writing! I'm staying at Goodreads, in fact just started a drawing for my December book.
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/24516.Cheryl_St_John

A Lady Like Sarah by Margaret Brownley

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 02:46:00 +0000

Guess who's back writing western romances? I couldn't be more excited. Margaret Brownley has written some of my favorite books, like Windsong. Oh, how I loved that story. She took a hiatus from fiction writing, but is back in the swing--er the saddle. I can't wait for this newest one coming in December!

A Lady Like Sarah
Margaret Brownley
December 2009
Thomas Nelson Publisher
ISBN: 9781595548092

She’s an outlaw: he’s a preacher.
Both are in need of a miracle.

Preacher JUSTIN WELLS leaves Boston in disgrace, heading out alone on the dusty trail to Texas. But when the once-respected clergyman encounters a feisty redhead in handcuffs with a dying U.S. Marshal at her side, his journey takes a dramatic turn. When he promises the injured lawman to take his prisoner to Texas, Justin has no idea the trouble that lies ahead. The slightly-built prisoner turns out to be SARAH PRESCOTT—sister of the notorious Prescott brothers—and she’s determined to miss the hanging party waiting for her in Texas.

But escaping proves to be tougher than she thought. Justin doesn’t own a gun and hasn’t the foggiest idea how to survive the wilderness. How can she leave him alone with the injured marshal?

Nothing is more sacred to Justin than a promise made to a dying man, but how can he turn the blue-eyed beauty over to the hangmen? She’s tough as leather, but there’s something about her that is pure and good.

Justin can’t bear to lose her, but how can a simple preacher fight an entire town? And how can either one of them know that miracles come in many guises—including love?

Guilty Pleasures

noreply@blogger.com (Cheryl St.John) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 04:39:00 +0000

I'm blogging about guilty pleasures at Petticoats and Pistols today.

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