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		<title>Fit To Be Tied by Robin Lee Hatcher</title>
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Fit To Be Tied
by Robin Lee Hatcher
Prologue
Dunacombe Manor, England
March 1916
“Your father is waiting in the library, my lord.”
“Thank you, Chadworth.” Head pounding from the previous night’s enjoyments, Sherwood Reginald Wakeley Statham, the youngest son of the Duke of Dunacombe, shrugged out of his coat and handed it to the butler, followed by his hat and [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Fit To Be Tied</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Robin Lee Hatcher</p>
<p>Prologue</p>
<p>Dunacombe Manor, England<br />
March 1916</p>
<p>“Your father is waiting in the library, my lord.”</p>
<p>“Thank you, Chadworth.” Head pounding from the previous night’s enjoyments, Sherwood Reginald Wakeley Statham, the youngest son of the Duke of Dunacombe, shrugged out of his coat and handed it to the butler, followed by his hat and gloves. “Is Mother with him?”</p>
<p>“No, sir. I believe her grace has taken to her bed.”</p>
<p>Sherwood flinched. That didn’t bode well for this meeting. His mother had acted as a buffer between him and his father’s anger since he was a boy. “Is she ill? Maybe I should go up to see her first.”</p>
<p>Chadworth lifted his eyebrows but said nothing. He didn’t have to. Sherwood knew he was expected in the library immediately, not fifteen or thirty minutes from now. The duke hated to be kept waiting, especially by Sherwood, the son who disappointed him at every turn.</p>
<p>“I’ll go straight in.” Might as well receive whatever dressing down his father wanted to mete out.</p>
<p>“Very good, my lord.”</p>
<p>Sherwood followed the long hallway to the library, accompanied by the sound of his uneven gait—a sharp click upon the tiled floor followed by a soft slide. He hated it. Hated even more how the walk down this hallway for a meeting with his father never failed to make him feel ten years old again. Not a good feeling for a man of thirty years.</p>
<p>He caught a glimpse of himself as he passed a large, ornate mirror and was immediately sorry. The ragged scar on his face blazed a bright red against his pale skin. Dark circles ringed his eyes, evidence of the many nights he’d gone without sleep, instead drinking and gambling till morning.</p>
<p>When he entered the library, he found the duke standing near the windows that overlooked the extensive gardens of Dunacombe Manor, hands clasped behind his back.</p>
<p>“Good morning, sir,” Sherwood announced himself.</p>
<p>His father turned and gave him a dour look. “So . . . you’re here at last.”</p>
<p>“I came as soon as I received your message.”</p>
<p>“Hmm.” The duke walked to a nearby chair and sat, then waited for Sherwood to do the same. “I have come to a decision about this . . . this latest escapade of yours.”</p>
<p>This latest escapade. The duke had obviously learned of his involvement with Lady Langley. The scandalous divorcée, twelve years his senior, had a reputation for enticing wealthy young men. Sherwood had been only too willing to become one of her conquests.</p>
<p>“I am sending you to America, Sherwood.”</p>
<p>“America?”</p>
<p>“I trust you remember Morgan McKinley. He and his mother stayed with us for a number of months about seven years ago. Yes, well . . . I have arranged with Mr. McKinley to find you employment and a place to live.”</p>
<p>So this wasn’t a sudden decision that had come about solely because of Lady Langley. This had been in the planning stages long enough for letters to pass back and forth between the duke and Morgan McKinley. Even before he’d made Lady Langley’s acquaintance.</p>
<p>“How long am I to stay in America, sir?”</p>
<p>“You will remain there a year. You will put your life in order, my boy. You will work for the money you spend and learn the value of it. I am done covering your gambling debts and paying for the liquor you and your wastrel friends consume. If you refuse to go, I will turn you out. Do you understand me, Sherwood? If you do not abide by my terms, you will no longer be welcome at Dunacombe Manor nor will I make good on your debts. You will not see your mother or me again.”</p>
<p>Sherwood didn’t give his father an argument. He hadn’t the energy to protest—not with his head pounding as it was now. At least in America he wouldn’t have to see more former school chums leave to fight in the war. Nor be required to attend another funeral when they returned in a box. And perhaps, on the other side of the ocean, the nightmares would stop. Maybe he would be able to sleep again without drinking himself into a stupor first.</p>
<p>“When is it I’m to leave, sir?”</p>
<p>The duke’s eyes widened. It was obvious he hadn’t expected Sherwood’s quick acquiescence. But he hid his surprise a moment later with a brusque response. “You will sail from Liverpool on Monday.”</p>
<p>Sherwood stood. “I’ll be ready. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall see Mother. I understand she’s unwell.”</p>
<p>“See that you don’t upset her.” And with that, he rose and walked to the window, his back once more turned toward his son.</p>
<p>CHAPTER 1</p>
<p>Bethlehem Springs, Idaho<br />
April 1916</p>
<p>Cleopatra Arlington studied the horses in the corral. This bunch of mustangs had been captured off the range in the southwest corner of the state. Wild didn’t begin to describe the look in their eyes. They were wary, some scared, a few mean, and none of them wanted to be where they were now, walled in by fences.</p>
<p>“But I reckon we’ll make saddle horses out of you yet.”</p>
<p>Cleo wasn’t known as the best wrangler within two hundred miles for nothing. She’d learned a thing or two about wild horses over the years. For that matter, she knew a thing or two about all kinds of wild things, having a tendency to be a bit wild herself. At least according to how society viewed her.</p>
<p>The sound of an approaching automobile drew her around. Was it— It couldn’t be. But it was! Coming up the road was her twin sister, Gwen, and her brother-in-law, Morgan McKinley. The couple must have returned to Bethlehem Springs a day ahead of schedule.</p>
<p>Cleo whipped off her battered Stetson as she strode toward the house, grinning her welcome, arriving at the porch steps about a minute before the Ford Touring Car rolled to a stop and the engine went silent.</p>
<p>“Well, look at you!” Cleo said when her sister disembarked from the automobile. “Those are big city duds if ever I’ve seen any.”</p>
<p>That was one thing folks could count on. As sure as Cleo Arlington could be found in trousers and boots seven days a week — saving for two or three hours on Sunday mornings — Gwen McKinley would always look like she’d stepped right off the page of some fashion magazine.</p>
<p>In response, Gwen turned full circle, displaying the dark mauve dress and matching hat to their full advantage.</p>
<p>“I take it that means you did lots of shopping while in New York City.” Cleo gave Gwen a warm embrace. “We’ve missed you around here.”</p>
<p>“I’ve missed you too. Oh, Cleo. I wish you’d come with us. We had the best time.”</p>
<p>“I don’t imagine Morgan feels the same, the two of you married only eight months. You didn’t need me tagging along. You already had Mother for half of the trip.”</p>
<p>A rosy hue flooded Gwen’s cheeks as her gaze shifted to Morgan. The love in her eyes both delighted and saddened Cleo. Delighted because she was glad to see her fraternal twin so happy. Saddened because she was beginning to doubt she would ever find the same kind of happiness. Last year she’d fallen hard for a cowboy named Tyler King and had thought he was falling for her, too, but he hadn’t turned out to be the man she’d thought him. Did someone exist who could love Cleo as she was and not want her to become a more conventional female? She hoped so. She surely hoped so.</p>
<p>“Is Griff around?” Morgan asked after giving Cleo a hug.</p>
<p>“Yeah.” She tipped her head toward the house. “Dad’s inside, going through his ledgers. You know how he likes to have the accounts balanced right down to the last penny.”<br />
Morgan glanced at his wife. “I’ll go in and talk to him while you two catch up.”</p>
<p>Gwen nodded as she hooked arms with Cleo. “Let’s sit on the porch. It’s too beautiful a day to go inside. I’ve missed the mountains so much. Our trip was fun and seeing Grandfather and Grandmother was wonderful, but it’s good to be home at last.”</p>
<p>Once they were seated, Cleo asked, “How was Mother when you left her?”</p>
<p>Her sister gave a slight shrug. “Mother’s always the same.” That was Gwen’s polite way of saying their mother thought of herself first and others second.</p>
<p>Cleo set her hat on her knee and traced the brim with her fingertip. “Mother stayed in Bethlehem Springs so long, I started to believe she might stay here for good. I think Dad was hoping she would too.”</p>
<p>“But if she’d stayed, Cleo—if she’d come to live with him as his wife after so many years apart—would either of them been happy? I don’t think so. Not until she lets God change her heart.”</p>
<p>“I reckon you’re right there.”</p>
<p>Gwen leaned forward on her chair. “But I’m certain she’ll come for another visit before the year is out. By November or December, I imagine.”</p>
<p>“So soon? I can’t think why she would. Look at all the years that went by before she came this time.”</p>
<p>“I’m sure of it.” Gwen smiled and lowered her voice to a whisper. “She’ll want to see her first grandchild.”</p>
<p>Cleo opened her mouth to exclaim, but Gwen silenced her with an index finger to the lips and a shake of her head.</p>
<p>“Not a word, Cleo. I’m not sure yet. I haven’t told Morgan, and I shouldn’t have told you before him.”</p>
<p>“Land o’ Goshen!” Cleo’s voice quivered with excitement. “How am I to keep such a secret, Gwennie? I’ll like to burst wide open with the news.”</p>
<p>“I don’t know how, but please do.”</p>
<p>Cleo glanced toward the door, then back at her sister. “What will you do if you’re pregnant? About your duties as mayor, I mean. Is there going to be another special election?”</p>
<p>“No. I’ll complete my term in office. That will only be for a year after the baby arrives. We shall manage somehow. Then I’ll happily retire from public service. At least for a time.”</p>
<p>“If that don’t beat all.”</p>
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<p>Best-selling novelist Robin Lee Hatcher is known for her heartwarming and emotionally charged stories of faith, courage, and love. She makes her home in Idaho where she enjoys spending time with her family and her high-maintenance Papillon, Poppet.</p>
<p>About FIT TO BE TIED, the Library Journal said: &#8220;A master of lively historical romances, Hatcher demonstrates an expert ability to craft spunky, unlikely heroines who go against the tide of the times in which they live, making for fun, exciting stories. She also pays close attention to historical detail. This second series entry (after A Vote of Confidence) is highly recommended for readers of inspirational and historical romances and women&#8217;s fiction.&#8221;</p>
<p>You can purchase Fit To be Tied at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310258065/novelistrobinlee" target="_blank">Amazon<br />
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White Picket Fences
by Susan Meissner

When her black sheep brother disappears, Amanda Janvier eagerly takes in her sixteen year-old niece. Tally is practically an orphan: motherless, and living with a father who raises Tally wherever he lands– in a Buick, a pizza joint, a horse farm–and regularly takes off on wild schemes. Amanda envisions that she [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">White Picket Fences</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Susan Meissner</p>
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<p>When her black sheep brother disappears, Amanda Janvier eagerly takes in her sixteen year-old niece. Tally is practically an orphan: motherless, and living with a father who raises Tally wherever he lands– in a Buick, a pizza joint, a horse farm–and regularly takes off on wild schemes. Amanda envisions that she and her family can offer the girl stability and a shot at a “normal” life, even though their own storybook lives are about to crumble.</p>
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<p>Susan Meissner is the multi-published author of The Shape of Mercy, named one of the Best Books in 2008 by Publishers Weekly the ECPA’s Fiction Book of the Year. She is also a speaker and writing workshop leader with a background in community journalism. A devotee of purposeful pre-writing, Susan encourages workshop audiences to maximize writing time by mapping the writing journey and beginning from a place of intimate knowledge. She is the leader/moderator of a local writer&#8217;s group, a pastor’s wife and the mother of four young adults.  A native San Diegan, Susan attended Point Loma Nazarene University . When she&#8217;s not writing, Susan directs the Small Groups and Connection Ministries program at The Church at Rancho Bernardo.</p>
<p>You can purchase White Picket Fences at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Picket-Fences-Susan-Meissner/dp/1400074576/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></p>
<p>And read an excerpt <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400074570&amp;view=excerpt" target="_blank">here</a></p>
<p>You can visit Susan at her <a href="http://www.susanmeissner.com/" target="_blank">web site</a></p>
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		<title>Making Christmas Dough Ornaments ~</title>
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I told my friends at Reach FM—Morning Show with Anitra and Bob that’d I’d post this dough ornament recipe on my site. This simple recipe is a great way to start a new tradition at your house. A year from now—as well as ten or fifteen years from now—you can still pull [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Creating dough ornaments ~ <br />
I told my friends at Reach FM—Morning Show with Anitra and Bob that’d I’d post this dough ornament recipe on my site. This simple recipe is a great way to start a new tradition at your house. A year from now—as well as ten or fifteen years from now—you can still pull these ornaments out with the rest of your Christmas ornaments and enjoy a wonderful trip down memory lane.<br />
Dough ornaments: </p>
<p>4 cups all-purpose flour<br />
1 cup salt<br />
1 ½ cups warm water</p>
<p>Mix flour and salt. Slowly add warm water. Press them to about an eighth of an inch thick and use cookie cutters. Add the ornament hook into the top before baking. Bake at 325º until they’re tough or hardened. Cool. And Decorate. Some people use shellac on them as the final coat to help preserve them. I’ve never done this, so I’d suggest looking that up on the Internet and doing a little research first.<br />
Making dough ornaments was great fun in our household year after year, but it lost its “fun” edge a little too soon for my tastes. My sons were teens when they no longer looked forward to Christmas craft time. My solution to holding onto their joy of making something Christmas-y for as long as I could was to allow them to decorate their own Gingerbread cookies—sometimes it’d be a demolition Gingerbread man, with a jackhammer in it’s hand and buried in chocolate chips. Another trick I used (sometimes gathering those teens together in order to make a memory takes a bit of creative thinking) was to make gingerbread houses and allow them to create their home however they wanted…and then they could munch on it as the days passed. Be creative and free spirited. They’ll love you for it…eventually.</p>
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Soldier Daddy
by Cheryl Wyatt
About the book:
U.S. Air Force commander Aaron Petrowski leads pararescue teams, yet can&#8217;t find one nanny for his three-year-old twins?  The widowed father is returning to duty, but not without the best care for his beloved boys. So when Sarah Graham applies, the young woman surprises everyone by passing inspection. Until Aaron [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Soldier Daddy</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Cheryl Wyatt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>About the book:</strong><br />
U.S. Air Force commander Aaron Petrowski leads pararescue teams, yet can&#8217;t find one nanny for his three-year-old twins?  The widowed father is returning to duty, but not without the best care for his beloved boys. So when Sarah Graham applies, the young woman surprises everyone by passing inspection. Until Aaron discovers Sarah has a secret tied to a tragedy in his past. He can&#8217;t keep her in his employ—or in his heart. Until his brave little soldier boys teach him a thing or two about love.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Soldier Daddy-<strong>4 Stars</strong>-Romantic Times</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Born Valentine’s Day on a naval base, Cheryl Wyatt writes military romance.  Her Steeple Hill debuts earned RT Top Picks plus #1 and #4 on eHarlequin&#8217;s Top 10 Most-Blogged- About-Books, lists including NYT Bestsellers.  Visit her <a href="http://www.cherylwyatt.com/" target="_blank">web site</a>.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Cheryl Wyatt <a href="http://www.cherylwyatt.com/" target="_blank">www.cherylwyatt. com</a><br />
15-author blog!  <a href="http://www.seekerville.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.seekerville. blogspot. com</a><br />
Soldier Daddy-<strong>IN STORES OCTOBER FIRST</strong></p>
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Intervention
by Terri Blackstock
Terri Blackstock&#8217;s new book Intervention was inspired by her personal experiences with her daughter&#8217;s addictions. Six years ago she became aware that her daughter (then in her early twenties) had a severe prescription pill addiction that was killing her, and she hired an interventionist to convince her daughter to go to treatment. After [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Intervention</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Terri Blackstock</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Terri Blackstock&#8217;s new book Intervention was inspired by her personal experiences with her daughter&#8217;s addictions. Six years ago she became aware that her daughter (then in her early twenties) had a severe prescription pill addiction that was killing her, and she hired an interventionist to convince her daughter to go to treatment. After a grueling few hours, her daughter agreed to go. As Terri put her on the plane with the interventionist, she was hit with the crushing feeling that her daughter was in the hands of a stranger, and anything could happen. That&#8217;s when this book was born.</p>
<p>Over the past few years, Terri&#8217;s family has been in a tornado of relapses and rehabs, with one emergency after another, and grace upon grace. But through all this, God has taught her to pray as never before, and he&#8217;s shown her how many other families are experiencing the same thing. He&#8217;s also shown her that many blessings can come from crises such as this. Terri has tried to fold all of those experiences into this suspense novel of desperation and hope. She&#8217;s also added a page to her <a href="http://www.terriblackstock.com/hope-for-families-of-addicts/" target="_blank">web site</a>: &#8220;Hope for Families of Addicts&#8221;, which has tips on dealing with a loved one who has addictions.</p>
<p>Though the book is fiction, Terri poured much of herself into Barbara, the mother who&#8217;s desperate to save her daughter. And Terri&#8217;s own daughter has given her blessings for Terri to talk about this, in hopes of helping other hurting families and raise awareness about the perils of addiction. To see/hear Terri share her personal story about Intervention, don&#8217;t miss her interviews on American Family Radio&#8217;s &#8220;Today&#8217;s Issues&#8221; on September 24, Moody Radio&#8217;s &#8220;Chris Fabry Live on September 25, and &#8220;The 700 Club&#8221; on September 29.</p>
<p>In Stores Everywhere September 22nd&#8211;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It was her last hope—and the beginning of a new nightmare.<br />
Barbara Covington has one more chance to save her daughter from a devastating addiction, by staging an intervention. But when eighteen-year-old Emily disappears on the way to drug treatment—and her interventionist is found dead at the airport—Barbara enters her darkest nightmare of all. Barbara and her son set out to find Emily before Detective Kent Harlan arrests her for a crime he is sure she committed. Fearing for Emily’s life, Barbara maintains her daughter’s innocence. But does she really know her anymore? Meanwhile, Kent has questions of his own. His gut tells him that this is a case of an addict killing for drugs, but as he gets to know Barbara, he begins to hope he’s wrong about Emily.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The mysteries intensify as everyone’s panic grows: Did Emily’s obsession with drugs lead her to commit murder—or is she another victim of a cold-blooded killer?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In this gripping novel of intrigue and suspense, bestselling author Terri Blackstock delivers the page-turning drama that readers around the world have come to expect from her.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Watch the Intervention video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/terriblackstock" target="_blank">trailer</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Order Intervention at Terri&#8217;s <a href="http://www.terriblackstock.com/books/coming-soon/" target="_blank">web site</a></p>
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<p>Terri Blackstock hasn’t always written for the Lord. Just over a decade ago she was an award-winning secular novelist writing for publishers such as HarperCollins, Harlequin, and Silhouette. With thirty-two titles published and 3.5 million books in print, she found that she was miserable. The compromises she had made in her career had taken their toll on her spiritual life, and she yearned to renew her relationship with Christ.</p>
<p>After much soul-searching and wrestling with God, she finally told the Lord that she would never write another thing that didn’t glorify Him. Thinking she might never be published again, she began planning ways to supplement her income, while she worked on her first idea for a Christian novel.</p>
<p>Because she enjoyed reading suspense novels, she tried weaving a faith message into a fast-paced page-turner with ordinary people in jeopardy. When Christian publishers expressed great interest, she realized that a secondary job would not be necessary. God was paving the way for her to enter the Christian publishing world.</p>
<p>Since that time, she’s sold 2 million Christian novels. She has over thirty Christian titles, many of which have been number one best-sellers. Her latest book, True Light, reached number one on the Top 50 of all Christian books the first full month it was in stores. Night Light was the winner of the 2007 Retailer’s Choice Award for General Fiction. Both books are part of her popular Restoration Series which began with Last Light. Other reader favorites include her Cape Refuge Series, her Newpointe 911 Series, her SunCoast Chronicles Series and her “Seasons” books written with co-author Beverly LaHaye.</p>
<p>Terri has appeared on national television programs such as “The 700 Club” and “Home Life,” and has been a guest on numerous radio programs across the country. The story of her personal journey appears in books such as Touched By the Savior by Mike Yorkey, True Stories of Answered Prayer by Mike Nappa, Faces of Faith by John Hanna, and I Saw Him In Your Eyes by Ace Collins.</p>
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Final Exposure
by Roxanne Rustand
Safety. Serenity. That’s what Jack Matthews wants, and what he
seeks in Lost Falls, Montana. A quiet retreat is just what Jack
and his orphaned nephew, Max, need—especially with gentle,
beautiful Erin Cole as their host. But when sirens in the night
leave Max screaming, Jack’s faced with the harsh truth. They’re
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<p style="text-align: center;">Final Exposure</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Roxanne Rustand</p>
<p>Safety. Serenity. That’s what Jack Matthews wants, and what he<br />
seeks in Lost Falls, Montana. A quiet retreat is just what Jack<br />
and his orphaned nephew, Max, need—especially with gentle,<br />
beautiful Erin Cole as their host. But when sirens in the night<br />
leave Max screaming, Jack’s faced with the harsh truth. They’re<br />
not safe—not him, not Max and especially not Erin. What is she<br />
hiding? What does the shadowy figure stalking her want? And how<br />
much will Jack have to risk to keep her safe?</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Roxanne Rustand is an award-winning author of magazine articles and fifteen secular romantic suspense novels. She also contributed to the serial mystery, ORCHESTRATED MURDER (a trade paperback for Iowa Public Radio.) She now writes inspirational fiction, and is completely thrilled about this change in her career!</p>
<p>Back in 1995, Roxanne’s first manuscript won the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart in Long Contemporary, and in 1998 her second was a Golden Heart finalist. More recently, A Man She Can Trust (a February, 2006 release) won RT Bookclub Magazine’s award for Best Superromance of 2006. Roxanne was nominated for RT’s Career Achievement Award in 2005.</p>
<p>She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, International Thriller Writers, RWA, Author’s Guild, Novelists Inc., the Faith, Hope and Love chapter of RWA, RWA’s Mystery &amp; Suspense Chapter, Christian Writer’s Group International, and the Heart of Iowa Fiction Authors.</p>
<p>Roxanne lives in the country with her husband and their daughter, who has just graduated from high school. Two sons have already graduated from college.</p>
<p>Out on their acreage, they have two horses, two border collie mixes (one newly adopted from a shelter–a sweetie named Elmo), two house cats, and an abundance of barn cats who much prefer cat food to mice. The Rustands firmly believe in spaying/neutering all of their animals. But as in the old hobo days, there must be a secret feline code scratched on the barn door–”Stay here–good eats!” — because newcomers are forever joining the barn cat population. If they stay, they get fixed, too…but apparently *that* message hasn’t been shared!!</p>
<p>Roxanne has a Master’s Degree in nutrition, is a registered dietitian, and works part-time at a residential psychiatric facility.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">To purchase from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Final-Exposure-Steeple-Inspired-Suspense/dp/0373443536/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1252957429&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank">Amazon </a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">To purchase from <a href="http://www.eharlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=19979" target="_blank">eHarlequin</a></p>
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Look to the East
By Maureen Lang
Greetings! (From Maureen) I&#8217;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 [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Look to the East</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">By Maureen Lang</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Greetings! (From Maureen) I&#8217;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 is linked by a European, First World War setting-but little else, since each one is an independent story.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">So come along for a glimpse back, circa early 1900&#8217;s, rural France . . .</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A village under siege. A love under fire.<br />
France 1914</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">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.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">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&#8217;s playing with fire. Charles Lassone hides in the cellar of the Briecourt church, safe from the Germans for the moment. But if he&#8217;s discovered, it will bring danger to the entire village and could cost Charles his life.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">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&#8217;s ninth novel.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Visit Maureen&#8217;s website:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.maureenlang.com " target="_blank">http://www.maureenlang.com </a> </p>
<p style="text-align: left;">or her blog:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://maureenlang.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://maureenlang.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Look to the East can be purchased at:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Look- East-Great- Maureen-Lang/ dp/1414324359/ ref=ntt_at_ ep_dpi_5" target="_blank">Amazon</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.christianbook.com/look-east-great-war/maureen-lang/9781414324357/pd/324357?item_code=WW&amp;netp_id=626982&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;view=covers" target="_blank">CBD<br />
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<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://store.signedbytheauthor.com/1505.html" target="_blank">Signed by the Author </a></p>
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Her Inheritance Forever
by Lyn Cote
 
HER INHERITANCE FOREVER (Avon Inspire, Trade Paperback Original, On Sale: August 18, 2009, ISBN: 9780061373435, $12.99) is book two of the Texas: Star of Destiny series,
In 1836 Texas, Alandra Sandoval is the Tejano lady of Rancho Sandoval. She is determined to show the world of men that she, a woman, can run [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Her Inheritance Forever</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Lyn Cote</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HER INHERITANCE FOREVER (Avon Inspire, Trade Paperback Original, On Sale: August 18, 2009, ISBN: 9780061373435, $12.99) is book two of the Texas: Star of Destiny series,<br />
In 1836 Texas, Alandra Sandoval is the Tejano lady of Rancho Sandoval. She is determined to show the world of men that she, a woman, can run the ranch successfully without a male by her side. Yet she still longs for future love and a family.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Scully Falconer, a loner, is the top hand on a nearby ranch. He has given his loyalty to the Quinn family and doesn’t ask more than honest pay for an honest day’s work.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Alandra, the lady of Mexican descent, and Scully, the American cowboy, think they have very different paths set before them. But greedy relatives burst onto the scene, threatening to change their way of life. And when General Santa Anna crosses the Rio Grande and marches north to keep his rendezvous with destiny at the Alamo, Alandra and Scully’s lives will never be the same.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Library Journal says Lyn Cote “demonstrates her skill at creating strong female protagonists in compelling stories that will captivate historical romance readers.” HER INHERITANCE FOREVER attests to Cote’s ability to create page-turning, riveting romances with wonderful historical details that also allow readers to watch the forming of the Texas state.&#8221;</p>
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<p>LYN COTE is an award-winning author of both contemporary and historical inspirational romance. She speaks at state, regional and national writer’s conferences and is an active member of RWA and the American Christian Fiction Authors. Most recently, Chloe, the first novel in Lyn’s “Women of Ivy Manor” series published by FaithWords was a 2006 Rita Award finalist for Best Inspirational as well as a finalist for the Holt Medallion and the National Readers Choice Contest. She is also one the top-selling authors in Harlequin’s Love Inspired category line.  Lyn and her husband live in Wisconsin.</p>
<p>To purchase, go to <a href="http://www.booksbylyncote.com/" target="_blank">Lyn&#8217;s site</a>.</p>
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Deadly Intent
by Camy Tang 
The Grant family&#8217;s exclusive Sonoma spa is a place for rest and
relaxation—not murder! When Naomi Grant finds her client Jessica
Ortiz bleeding to death in her massage room, everything falls
apart.The salon&#8217;s reputation is at stake…and so is Naomi&#8217;s
freedom when she discovers that she is one of the main suspects!
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<p style="text-align: center;">Deadly Intent</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Camy Tang </p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Grant family&#8217;s exclusive Sonoma spa is a place for rest and<br />
relaxation—not murder! When Naomi Grant finds her client Jessica<br />
Ortiz bleeding to death in her massage room, everything falls<br />
apart.The salon&#8217;s reputation is at stake…and so is Naomi&#8217;s<br />
freedom when she discovers that she is one of the main suspects!<br />
Her only solace is found with the other suspect—Dr.Devon<br />
Knightley, the victim&#8217;s ex-husband. But Devon is hiding secrets<br />
of his own. When they come to light, where can Naomi turn…and<br />
whom can she trust?</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Camy Tang</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camy Tang writes romance with a kick of wasabi. She used to be a<br />
biologist, but now she is a staff worker for her church youth group<br />
and leads a worship team for Sunday service. She also runs the<br />
Story Sensei fiction critique service. On her blog, she gives away<br />
Christian novels every week, and she ponders frivolous things like<br />
dumb dogs (namely, hers), coffee-geek husbands (no<br />
resemblance to her own&#8230;), the writing journey, Asiana, and<br />
anything else that comes to mind. Visit her website at<br />
<a href="http://www.camytang.com/" target="_blank">http://www.camytang.com/</a> for a huge website contest going on<br />
right now, giving away fourteen boxes of books and 24 copies<br />
of her latest release, DEADLY INTENT.</p>
<p>You can order this book directly from your local bookstore, retail stores such as Walmart, or online from<a href="http://www.christianbook.com/deadly-intent-camy-tang/9780373443475/pd/443475?event=AFF&amp;p=1137286&amp;" target="_blank"> CBD</a> or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373443471/camysloft-20/" target="_blank">Amazon</a>.</p>
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Witness to Murder
by Jill Elizabeth Nelson
Poised for an interview, TV reporter Hallie Berglund walks into a murder scene instead. The victim’s boyfriend stands over the body, murder weapon in hand. Hallie couldn’t stop the crime, but as the star witness, she’ll see the man brought to justice . . . right? Not according to her [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Witness to Murder</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Jill Elizabeth Nelson</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Poised for an interview, TV reporter Hallie Berglund walks into a murder scene instead. The victim’s boyfriend stands over the body, murder weapon in hand. Hallie couldn’t stop the crime, but as the star witness, she’ll see the man brought to justice . . . right? Not according to her colleague Brody Jordan, who is convinced the police—and Hallie—are targeting the wrong man. To prove it, he’ll need Hallie’s help. The victim was wearing a bracelet handcrafted by Hallie’s long-dead mother. Now Hallie is the only one who can unearth the secrets of the past—and bring the sinister truth to light.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Channel Six television news reporter Hallie Berglund put her right foot on the bottom step of the swaybacked porch, then stopped cold. The hairs on her arms prickled. What was that awful noise coming from inside the house? Some kind of music? This century-old Victorian was rented by four University of Minnesota coeds, but even if they liked punk rock they wouldn&#8217;t listen to this. And why was the front door several inches ajar?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Careful to keep the heels of her pumps from clacking against the wood, she walked up the remaining two steps, but angry creaks from the porch boards announced her arrival. Whoever—whatever—was inside gave no indication her approach had been heard. The noise progressed in decibels.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hallie frowned. There had to be a logical explanation. On the telephone, Alicia Drayton had sounded eager, almost desperate, to do the interview as soon as possible. The part-time fashion model and full-time student had said her roommates would be out all afternoon—a perfect opportunity for the two of them to talk privately.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The sound continued—long, drawn out. Like something a person would hear on a dark and moonless night, not in the balmy afternoon of a cloudless June day. She doused the impulse to back away and wait for her cameraman to catch up with her. She was a reporter, and she needed to find out what was going on. Sooner rather than later</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Her rap on the warped door panel widened the opening, revealing a foyer done in dark wood and last decade&#8217;s wallpaper. She stepped inside onto a scatter rug and was greeted by lingering scents of mingled women&#8217;s perfumes. To her left a set of stairs led upward. Ahead and to her right lay an opening framed in old-fashioned wide wood.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Alicia?&#8221; Hallie&#8217;s voice sounded hollow in the open space.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The noise stopped, and silence fell like a skipped heartbeat. Then a loud sniffle announced a fresh round of wails, this time in words spoken in a masculine tenor. &#8220;No, no, no. This isn&#8217;t real. Allie, baby, wake uuuuuup!&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hallie&#8217;s breath caught. Was Alicia hurt? Hallie hurried forward, heels tapping the faded floorboards. She stepped through the opening, and a squawk escaped her throat.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">What whirlwind had trashed this living room? The couch was tipped onto its back, an easy chair lay on its side, and the entertainment center had fallen face down, scattering shattered electronic equipment. And who lay sprawled on the floor near the heavily curtained picture window? The head and torso were concealed from view by a lean man with spiked blond hair who crouched over the inert body. His bare, muscular shoulders quaked beneath a sweat-streaked tank top the same shade of tan as his running shorts.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Who? Wh-what?&#8221; The words stuttered between Hallie&#8217;s lips. &#8220;Should we call 9-1-1?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The man eased to his feet, all six feet six inches of him. He swiveled toward her like a man in a trance, slate-blue eyes staring blankly. Wetness glistened on drawn cheeks in a face all sharp planes and angles. In his fist he clutched a braided gold cord. &#8220;She&#8217;s… dead.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hallie&#8217;s gaze fell to the head and shoulders on the floor behind the man&#8217;s feet. She gulped. Whoever had trashed this room had also done a number on the woman&#8217;s face… and her neck. Raw cord marks dug into her pale throat.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Alicia? The glossy auburn hair splayed around her head matched the publicity photos that had been sent over to the station, but the facial features were too puffy to be identified.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The giveaway was the man with what appeared to be the murder weapon in his hand—Alicia&#8217;s boyfriend, Minnesota Golden Gophers&#8217; bad boy, Damon Lange. The college basketball player&#8217;s famous temper had finally turned him into a killer.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hallie&#8217;s gaze locked with his. Ice encased her muscles, and her heart slammed against her rib cage. A change melted over Lange&#8217;s face. Pinched sorrow fell away, relaxed into open-mouthed awareness, and then red-faced fear—and fury. Lange raised the fist that held the cord and charged toward Hallie.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Jill Elizabeth Nelson</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Jill Elizabeth Nelson is an award-winning author of mystery and suspense. She writes what she likes to read—tales of adventure seasoned with romance, humor, and faith, earning her the tagline: Endless Adventure, Timeless Truth. Jill speaks at conferences, writer’s groups, library associations, and civic and church groups. She and her husband live in rural Minnesota where they raised four children and are currently enjoying their first grandchild.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Visit Jill Elizabeth Nelson’s website at <a href="http://www.jillelizabethnelson.com" target="_blank">http://www.jillelizabethnelson.com</a> for excerpts, book giveaways, and contests.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">You can order this book directly from your local bookstore, retail stores such as Walmart, or online here:  <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373443455/jillelizabeth-20  " target="_blank">Amazon</a></p>
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