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Showing posts with label #historicalromance. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Romance Writers Are Rocking The Prairies

 It's an exciting back half to a year that has been a little wonky as last year's troubles stretch into 2021. But things are settling down, hopefully getting better. On the prairies, the writing world has been busy creating one story after another. In fact, I'm sure if you're quiet for a moment, hold your breath and listen, you'll hear the soft patter of fingers on computer keyboards as ideas spill out, imaginary relationships build and obstacles, that can only be imagined, wait in the wings to destroy any hope of love that might be had. The fall harvest moves as steadily and surely as each story leads to the dark moment before tumbling into its happy ever after. Trouble, the key to any good book - sometimes there's so much trouble it seems impossible to surmount. But romance is tougher than that. It beats anything you can throw at it and believe me there's been a lot; from vengeful former spouses to treacherous ghosts, mismatched lovers and romances that threaten entire families. With the pandemic hitting the end zone (fingers crossed), our Saskatchewan romance writers have been hard at work.  This is only a sampling of what I know is going on. Who knows what other surprises await on the bookshelves of the prairies. 

So fire up your e-reader, make some room on your bookshelves and load up on some great finds for 2021!  

The good news - the list might not be comprehensive and - the year's not over yet!!


Canine Cupid

Alison Lowans


Kara’s vengeful con-man ex-husband has left her with a mountain of fraudulent debt – and now he’s begun stalking her, too! What is a hardworking elementary school teacher to do, simply to stay afloat, let alone trust someone new? Is Kara even safe?

Peter is still grieving the deaths of his beloved wife and daughter. Even so, his self-pitying widowed mother keeps escalating her unreasonable demands. Meanwhile, Peter’s stand partner in the symphony comes on to him, although he’s tried hard to make it clear that he’s not interested – in anyone.

When Kara slams on the brakes to avoid hitting a stray dog and Peter rear-ends her, an unexpected and unwelcome attraction begins to flare.


My opinion - OMG there's a dog in the cover - what's not to love. Well into it and loving it!

Friday, February 7, 2020

Flashback Friday - A Whole Lot of Nothing

This post was written after an interview with one of the seniors who had lived through the Great Depression. It was all research for my first book From the Dust. But in some of those interviews, like this one - I got more than I bargained for. Because I thought of the depression, as just that - depressing. In many cases, not so much.

So here is how one interview went:

"No one had any money," the tall, handsome senior tells me. He was a teenager through much of the thirties. The thirties, not the depression, that's how many of the seniors I talk to refer to the depression, only as the thirties.

"What did you do for fun?" I ask.

"Nothing."

"No dances?" I prod.

"I played the fiddle my Dad bought."

"You didn't have any money," I remind him.

"We bought it before the thirties, when we still had some money."

"Did you play at dances?" I ask again.

"Wasn't that good," he says in his cryptic manner. "The neighour taught me. We had musicals at different homes. I played at them sometimes."


"And dances?" So give me credit - I'm persistent!

"Yeah. I played at a few. But usually we had a real orchestra come out."

"Orchestra?" Now I'm puzzled. What about the no money thing?

"Yeah, my cousin played banjo, his wife played fiddle and a friend played saxaphone. They came out every Saturday night."

Nothing is sure becoming an interesting term. There's a whole lot of nothing going on. But I press on.

"From the city?" I ask.

"No, from the farm." He looks puzzled at the question. "They came into town."

"So you danced every weekend?"

"When we didn't have money. Sometimes we had money you know."
He eyes me like everyone should know this fact and continues,"then we went to Disley and bought beer."
"Beer?"

"Yeah. But we got rid of the empties."
"So you returned the empties?" I ask assuming poverty stricken as they were they would want the cash on a bottle return.
"Oh no." He shakes his head. "That would mean we'd have to take the bottles home with us. We threw them away so our mothers wouldn't find out we'd been drinking beer!"

Life is Unexpected - Safe travels
Ryshia
“A farmer who loves the classics and plays the piano like a maestro. Interesting.” 
Tate Prescott Brown - "From the Dust"



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