Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Heart Revealed by Julie Lessman (Review)



  • Paperback: 505 pages



  • Publisher: Revell (September 1, 2011)



  • ISBN-13: 978-0800734169


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    From the Back Cover

    Her heart is tied to a youthful vow . . . but can true love set it free?
    Ten years ago, Emma Malloy fled Dublin for Boston, running for her life. Her emotional wounds have finally faded, and her life is now full of purpose and free from the pain of her past. But when she falls for her friend Charity's handsome and charming brother, Sean O'Connor, fear and shame threaten to destroy her. Could Sean and Emma ever have a future together? Or is Emma doomed to live out the rest of her life denying the only true love she's ever known?

    Filled with intense passion and longing, deception and revelation, A Heart Revealed will hold you in its grip until the very last page.


    "In a powerful and skillfully written novel, Lessman exposes raw human emotions, proving once again that it's through our greatest pain that God can lead us to our true heart, revealed and restored. Thoroughly enthralling!"--Maggie Brendan, author of the Heart of the West series

    "Julie Lessman brings all her passion for romance rooted in her passion for God to A Heart Revealed. Emma Malloy is her finest heroine yet. These characters, with their own personal struggles and the ignited flame of an impossible love, fill the pages of this powerful, passionate, fast-paced romance."--Mary Connealy, author of the Lassoed in Texas and the Montana Marriages series

    "What an interesting mix of characters. Rather than a single boy-meets-girl romance, Julie Lessman's latest novel takes readers on an emotional roller coaster with several couples--some married, some yearning to be married--as they seek to embrace love, honor the Lord, and uncover a dark truth that's been hidden for a decade. Readers who long for passion in their love stories will find it in abundance here!"--Liz Curtis Higgs, bestselling author of Thorn in My Heart

    Guest Review by Mimi (my grandmother):
    It was a very complicated book but good. The characters were well developed. I read it over a few days and was able to keep up. There were a lot of side stories with other characters. Emma had a hard life to overcome and I am happy with the ending but I do not want to share too many details and give it away. I will read another book by this author.
    Julie Lessman is the popular author of A Passion Most Pure, A Passion Redeemed, and A Passion Denied, as well as A Hope Undaunted, which was one of 2010's Booklist Top Ten Inspirational Fiction winners. Lessman has garnered several writing awards, including ten Romance Writers of America awards. She lives in Missouri. You can contact Julie through her website at http://www.julielessman.com/.
    Available September 2011 from your favorite seller of Revell books, a division of Baker Group Publishing.
    Thank you Donna at Revell for my review copy.

    Tuesday, September 27, 2011

    Fall Into Reading 2011 My List


    This is a yearly reading challenge hosted by Katrina at Callapidder Days. I love her reading challenges and have been doing them for years. The Fall challenge is from September 23rd through December 21st. Her website has a lot of information and background for it. http://callapidderdays.com/2011/09/fall-into-reading-2011-start-reading.html


    My List(for now, it will grow):
    - Carney's House Party by Maud Hart Lovelace
    - Winona's Pony Cart by Maud Hart Lovelace
    - Deadly Pursuit by Irene Hannon
    - The Dead Travel Fast by Deanna Raybourn
    - The Mercy by Beverly Lewis
    - The Baker's Wife by Erin Healy
    - Wonderland Creek by Lynn Austin
    - Pirate of my Heart by Jamie Carie
    - The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
    - A Wedding Invitation by Alice Wisler
    - Attracted to Fire by Diann Mills
    - Throw out Fifty Things by Gail Blanke
    - Walk Strong Look Up by Chantel Hobbs

    Sunday, September 25, 2011

    A Lancaster County Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher (Review)


  • Hardcover: 208 pages

  • Publisher: Revell (September 1, 2011)

  • ISBN-13: 978-0800719951



  • Jaime and C. J. Fitzpatrick began their married life as most couples do--in love and looking forward to a bright future together. But four years later they've drifted apart and are almost ready to call it quits.

    Mattie Riehl was hoping to give her husband Sol the Christmas gift they have both longed for--news that a baby was on the way. But as usual, she is disappointed. The holidays bring an acute awareness to Mattie that her dream of a big family isn't likely to become a reality.

    Then a winter storm raging outside blows the Fitzpatricks into the Riehl home--and into a much slower pace of life. Can these two couples from different worlds help each other understand the true meaning of love this Christmas?

    With her trademark plot twists and attention to detail, Suzanne Woods Fisher offers readers a beautiful Christmas story of love, forgiveness, and what truly matters in life.

    My Review:

    I enjoyed reading this Amish Christmas book. It was good to revisit some of the same characters from this author's Amish series and to meet some new ones. The characters and plot were well developed and interesting. It is not a cookie cutter Amish book. The author does a good job of balancing the English and Amish couple. I liked how Mattie and Jaime ended up learning from each other. It captured my attention and held it throughout the book. I was sad when it was over. I hope she does another book with these characters. Recommended. :)



    About the author:
    Suzanne Woods Fisher is the bestselling author of The Choice, The Waiting, The Search, and A Lancaster County Christmas, as well as nonfiction books about the Amish, including Amish Peace. Her interest in the Anabaptist cultures can be directly traced to her grandfather, W. D. Benedict, who was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Benedict eventually became publisher of Christianity Today magazine. Suzanne is the host of an Internet radio show called Amish Wisdom, and her work has appeared in many magazines. She lives in California.


    Stay connected by reading Suzanne's blog, following on Facebook and Twitter.




    Available September 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

    Thank you Donna at Revell for my review copy.

    Monday, September 19, 2011

    It's Monday What Are You Reading? September 19, 2011

    This is a weekly meme hosted by Shelia at One Persons Journey Through a World of Books.
    http://bookjourney.wordpress.com/

    What I read last week:

    - Blue Skies Tomorrow by Sarah Sundin

    - The Illumination by Jill Gregory and Karen Tintori (audio in car)

    What I am currently reading:


    - The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen (on audio)

    - Lancaster County Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher

    What I am reading next:

    - Deadly Pursuit by Irene Hannon

    Reviews I posted last week:

    http://abookloverforever.blogspot.com/2011/09/kitchen-counter-cooking-school-by.html

    http://abookloverforever.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue-skies-tomorrow-by-sarah-sundin.html
    - My Dearest Friend by Hazel Statham

    Sunday, September 18, 2011

    I Pad Giveaway Details

    It’s Christmas in September!


    To celebrate the release of her first Christmas book, Suzanne Woods Fisher has teamed up with her publisher, Revell, to bring you the "Christmas in September" iPad Giveaway! The winner will be announced on 9/27 at the A Lancaster County Christmas Facebook Party! Details below. Tell your friends and join in the fun (9/7-9/27).



    Oh and be sure to follow the blog tour here - many of the bloggers have copies of the book to giveaway! 







    Suzanne and Revell will be presenting one merry winner with a Christmas Prize Pack (valued at over $600):



    • A Brand New iPad 2 with Wi-Fi
    • $25 gift certificate to iTunes
    • A copy of A Lancaster County Christmas


    To enter, click one of the icons below. But, hurry the giveaway ends on 9/26.



    But, wait! There's more! The winner will be announced at the A Lancaster County Christmas Facebook Party on 9/27 at Suzanne's author page. During the party she'll be revealing something *BIG* - you won't want to miss it. She'll also be hosting a book chat, trivia contest and giving away a few early Christmas presents! Hope to see you there.





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    The Kitchen Counter Cooking School by Kathleen Flinn (Review)



  • Hardcover: 304 pages







  • Publisher: Viking Adult (September 29, 2011)







  • Language: English







  • ISBN-13: 978-0670023004






  • The author of The Sharper Your Knife tells the inspiring story of how she helped nine others find their inner cook.

    After graduating from Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, writer Kathleen Flinn returned with no idea what to do next, until one day at a supermarket she watched a woman loading her cart with ultraprocessed foods. Flinn's "chefternal" instinct kicked in: she persuaded the stranger to reload with fresh foods, offering her simple recipes for healthy, easy meals.

    The Kitchen Counter Cooking School is essentially "What Not to Wear" meets Michael Pollan.   Inspired by a supermarket encounter with a woman loading up on processed foods, Le Cordon Blue graduate Kathleen Flinn decided to use her recent culinary training to help a group of nine culinary novitiates find their inner cook.  These students invited Kathleen into their kitchens where she took inventory of each person's refrigerator, cabinets and eating habits.  After kitchen "makeovers" and a series of basic lessons where they learned to wield knives, trust their taste and improve their food choices, the women found a common missing ingredient--confidence.  In this new book, Flinn follows these women's journeys and includes practical, healthy tips to boost readers' culinary confidence, strategies to get the most from their grocery dollar and simple recipes to get readers cooking. 
    My Review:
    I loved this book. It is my favorite book I have read this entire year. I was drawn into every one's individual stories and the authors. I learned as much from the lessons as they did. lol I am learning how to cook real food at the old age of 28. I will be keeping this book on a shelf nearby for future reference. The writing was easy to read, flowed good, and held my attention from the beginning. I will be finding a copy of her first book too. Highly Recommended! :)


    Kathleen Flinn has been a writer and journalist for twenty years. Her work has appeared in more than three dozen publications worldwide, including the Chicago Sun-Times, USA Weekend, Men's Fitness, Smithsonian, and the Chicago Tribune, among others. Her first book, The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry was a finalist in the Washington State book awards. She lives in Seattle.

    Review copy provided by publisher.

    Friday, September 16, 2011

    Blue Skies Tomorrow by Sarah Sundin (Review)



  • Paperback: 427 pages

  • Publisher: Revell; Original edition (August 1, 2011)

  • ISBN-13: 978-0800734237

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    In a time of peril, can they find the courage to confront their fears and embrace a love that lasts?
    When her husband becomes a casualty of the war in the Pacific, Helen Carlisle throws herself into volunteering for the war effort to conceal her feelings. But keeping up appearances as the grieving widow of a hometown hero is taking its toll. Soon something is going to give.

    Lt. Raymond Novak prefers the pulpit to the cockpit. His stateside job training B-17 pilots allows him the luxury of a personal life–and a convenient excuse to ignore his deepest fear. When the beautiful Helen catches his eye and captures his heart, he is determined to win her hand.

    But when Ray and Helen are called upon to step out in faith and put their reputations and their lives on the line, can they meet the challenges that face them? And can their young love survive until blue skies return?

    Filled with drama, daring, and all the romance of the WWII era, Blue Skies Tomorrow is the captivating
     final book in the popular Wings of Glory series.

    Sure to live up to the high praise of the previous books in the Wings of Glory series, Blue Skies Tomorrow completes the story of the U.S. Eighth Air Force in World War II, covering the infamous Port Chicago Explosion, which occurred close to Antioch, Calif., where Helen and the Novaks live, to victory in Europe.

    "Both Helen and Ray learn about true courage and how to do the right thing no matter the cost," says Sundin. "They both find they're subconsciously trying to earn God's grace through good works and have to deal with that.

    "I hope readers will see how they, too, can find courage in the Lord and the strength to face whatever life throws at them."
    My Review:
    I really enjoyed reading this Christian Historical fiction book. It is the third in the series and I really liked all the books. I recommend reading them in order because you find out what happens to the other characters in each book. This book focused mainly on Ray Novak and Helen. The book is well written and believable. The author does a good job of balancing historical detail. I was drawn into Ray and Helen's stories. Helen is a victim of Polio and spousal abuse. In the 1940s it was still a thing to keep hidden. She feels a lot of guilt over her husband dying in the war because she was so happy to be free of his abuse. She loved Ray as a child. Ray feels the call to be a minister but with a war on a lot of people make him feel bad about not being on the front lines so he volunteers to fly overseas. The book held my attention through all the twists and turns. I really felt for Helen and Ray. I don't want to ruin the ending but it was a satisfying conclusion to the whole series. I can't wait to read another book by this author. :)
     
     
     
    Sarah Sundin is the author of A Distant Melody and A Memory Between Us. Her great-uncle flew with the US Eighth Air Force in England during WWII. Sarah lives in California with her husband and three children.
     
    Available August 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

    Thank you Donna at Revell for my review copy.

    Friday, September 9, 2011

    Pirate of my Heart by Jamie Carie

    It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

    You never know when I might play a wild card on you!


    Today's Wild Card author is:


    and the book:

    B&H Books (September 1, 2011)
    ***Special thanks to Julie Gwinn, B&H Publishing Group, A Division of LifeWay Christian Resources for sending me a review copy.***

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


    Jamie Carie is the author of Snow Angel, a ForeWord magazine Romance Book of the Year winner, USA Book News National “Best Books 2007” Awards winner, and 2008 RITA Awards® Best First Book finalist. Her third novel, Wind Dancer, was a 2010 Indiana State Library Best Books of Indiana finalist. She lives with her husband and three children in Indianapolis.

    Visit the author's website.

    SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:


    When her doting father dies, Lady Kendra Townsend is given a choice: marry the horrid man of her cold, money-grubbing uncle's choosing or leave England to risk a new life in America with unknown relatives. Armed with the faith that God has a plan for her, Kendra boards a cargo ship and meets American sea captain Dorian Colburn. But the captain has been wounded by a woman before and guards his independent life. A swashbuckling man doesn't need an English heiress to make him slow down, feel again, or be challenged with questions about his faith-or so he thinks. It is not until Dorian must save Kendra from the dark forces surrounding her that he decides she may be worth the risk.



    Product Details:

    List Price: $14.99
    Paperback: 320 pages
    Publisher: B&H Books (September 1, 2011)
    Language: English
    ISBN-10: 0805448152
    ISBN-13: 978-0805448153


    AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


    PROLOGUE

    Arundel, England 1777

    The grey clouds of dawn shivered against the paned glass of the castle, shrouding the three figures at the side of the four-poster bed in an eerie light. The raging storm of the night before had settled into a dreary misting rain though an occasional jagged flash of lightning flaunted its power, not yet ready to relinquish its right to ravish the leaden sky. Dim light clung to the faces of those inside the bedchamber where the very walls seemed to echo the anguish felt inside the room.

    All that could be heard in the chamber was the shallow, labored breathing of the one abed. A frail creature, now, pale and lifeless after the travails of childbirth. The others included the old family doctor, Radley, who hovered beside his patient and friend of many years with a strained look in his eyes. Hovering in the shadows was Bridget, the lady's long-standing nurse and companion. But their suffering was not to be compared to the tall, handsome gentleman who knelt at the woman's bedside, her hand clasped in his; a haunted look in his eyes that attested to the fact that he too feared the end was near for his beloved.

    He gazed down at the limp form of his wife. She lay so still, so pale, sunk into the feather mattress as if she'd become a part of it. In a matter of hours she'd become a shallow breathing shell of the bright and glorious women she had once been. How was he to live without her? His heart spasmed with the thought.

    He held his breath as her thin, white eyelids opened to reveal pain-racked eyes the color of bluebells. She exerted a small strength in squeezing his hand while a serene smile played at her lips. Her voice was a weak whisper. "I will not be leaving you forever, my darling. Our daughter will grow strong and always be a symbol of the love we shared."

    "No." Edward groaned in anguish, his head falling forward, his hand clasping tight as if to force his strength into her. "I will not let you go."

    "Love her, Edward, love her with all that you are." Lady Eileen closed her eyes seeming to gather what little strength she had to continue speaking. A small, whimpering sound came from the shadows of the room where Bridget held the newborn babe to her bosom. Lady Eileen opened her eyes at the sound. "Please, let me hold my sweet child."

    The nurse skirted around the bed with the tiny bundle, her eyes bright with tears. "She's the mos' beautiful of babes, my lady, truly she is." She laid the wee babe in her mother's fragile arms.

    His wife stared down at their daughter and then looked up at him. Her voice became fierce but still so quiet Edward had to lean in to catch the words. "This one has a special purpose in life and I expect you all to care for her as I would have."

    Edward could only nod, mute and staring, aching with grief.

    "I have one more request to ask of you, my love." Her breath rasped in and out causing the panic in Edward's stomach to claw into his chest like a nightmare's hand, but he nodded for her to continue and clung to her hand.

    "My greatest joy in life has been you. I want her to find love, someone to share her life with who is as kind, as loving and wonderful as I have had in you." She rested a moment before continuing. "Let her choose, Edward, do not make a match for her. I know it is right." She gasped for a final breath. "I've made provision. In my will . . . no entailments, Edward. Give her the dragonfly brooch as a promise from me that I will be looking down from heaven to keep her safe."

    "Of course, my darling, anything you ask I will do."

    A small smile touched Eileen's lips as she gazed at their beautiful child for the last time. With a single tear sliding down her cheek she kissed the light fuzz on the child's head. "I love you." She breathed the words with her last breath, barely audible, and then she went still.

    Edward collapsed over her limp hand still clutched in his strong one. "No," he cried with ragged breath. He brought the hand to his check, soaking it with his tears, willing her to come back to him.



    CHAPTER ONE
    Arundel, England - 1796

    Kendra stopped halfway down the path that led to the stables, happiness lifting her heart at the autumn scene. The leaves had turned into a crimson, sunny yellow and carroty riot of color, as if a magician had waved a wand during the night and created a new world. She stepped across the lawn, feeling the kind of happiness that burst against the walls of her chest, stopping long enough to turn in slow circles so to watch the waving leaf show. She closed her eyes, still slowly twirling and smiled up toward heaven, humming a simple song of praise to God. The notes of her song danced around her and made a happy knot form in her throat. There was nothing she loved more than singing praises to God. Her father had instilled his love for God in her since she was a child - always making sure they had a curate in the village residence for weekly services at St. Nicholas Parish Church, praying with her each night before bedtime and teaching her scriptures and hymns. Most of all, he’d been an example of someone who was temperate, kind and patient. They had memorized the scripture about the fruits of the Spirit - love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control - and often reminded each other of the one they should practice when the occasion called for it. She wished so much to be like him but sometimes her best intentions went awry and she fell short, far short of her father’s shining example.

    The sound of wheels crunching over dead leaves gave her pause. She stopped, turned toward the horse-shoe drive at the front of the castle and saw a shiny black post-chaise carriage. Who could it be? They had not seen visitors in so long. Kendra hurried toward the entrance to meet their guest, then came to an abrupt stop and clasped her hands in front of her dress. She held her breath as a tall, handsome man sprang from the carriage. He was dressed in a waist-coat of navy wool with an intricately knotted necktie at his throat, cream colored breeches and matching hose. She lifted her gaze to his face. Her jaw dropped with surprise. The face staring back at her looked like the one in her bedchamber mirror each morning . . . except for the color of his eyes.
    Andrew Townsend matched his nieces startling gape as he found himself looking into the younger, female version of himself. Surely this was not Edward's daughter! She could have been his own child. Recovering from his shock with more effort than he'd exerted in months, Andrew questioned the young lady. "And who might this lovely creature be? A relative of mine, perhaps?"

    She curtsied and smiled up at him. "I'm Kendra Townsend sir, and who might you be?" Her smile was soft and contagious, so irresistible that Andrew found himself thawing in her presence.

    "I am Andrew Townsend, your uncle, my dear." He held out his hand in greeting. "I am most pleased to finally meet you. It seems we bear a striking resemblance to one another."

    "You're very handsome." She stated with bold faced honesty.

    Andrew let out a bark of laughter. "Well. Thank you, I'm sure. Now, would you be so kind as to show me to your father? I have some business to conduct with him."

    "Of course, sir." Kendra replied as she reached for his arm. "Your papa's brother, his twin, aren't you?" Her eyes lit up as she led him through the front door, past their astonished looking butler, and down the wide corridor, the elegant carpet making silence of their footsteps. Just as well, the surprise element couldn't hurt to gage how his dear brother was going to react to his request. “Father will be in his study with his solicitor this time of day.” At her knock they heard a preoccupied "come in."

    The Earl of Arundel sat behind an ancient desk with stacks of documents in front of him. Facing him was Mr. Walcott, the trusted family solicitor. As they walked into the study, Edward's face lit up with joy. Then, as he looked beyond her, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

    "Andrew?"

    Andrew put on his best smile and chuckled, walking forward toward his brother. He needed Ed to accept him back into the family fold and that might require some persuasion. "Great heavens, man, is it really you?" Edward came from behind the desk and greeted him with a handshake and an awkward hug that turned into a haphazard slapping against his shoulder. "You remember Parker Walcott." He motioned to the man who had risen, eyes round behind his spectacles.

    "Yes, of course, how's the family, Parker? Dorothy and the children doing well?" Andrew felt the smooth mask of charm take hold of his being and hoped Parker would take the hint. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

    "Oh, very good, my lord, yes indeed. And yourself?"

    "After meeting my lovely niece here, I couldn't be in better spirits." Andrew replied. "Ed, why have you failed to mention our likeness in your letters? It nearly frightened us both out of our wits when we clapped eyes on one another." The laughter in his voice was real this time.

    "It's been so long since I've seen you." Edward hastened to explain. "Until this moment I didn't realize just how much you resemble each other." He glanced from one to the other, astonishment and something disapproving, consternation perhaps in his eyes before continuing. "Your eyes are more blue than her unusual shade of violet, but you’re quite right, you resemble twins more than you and I ever did. It's remarkable, isn't it?"

    Edward motioned for Andrew to have a seat. "Please, join us." They both looked up at Kendra to find her staring at Andrew. Andrew winked at her as he plopped down in the chair beside Parker. Edward cleared his throat and frowned at his daughter. "Kendra, go down and have Willabee bring up some refreshments please."

    Kendra nodded but clung to Andrew's side before she left. "How long can you stay Uncle Andrew? You should stay at least until the end of the week." Her eyes were bright with excitement.

    "And what, pray tell, happens at the end of the week?" Andrew asked with a half grin that he'd been told sent the ladies into a swoon.

    "I've persuaded papa to have a garden party." Her eyes slid to her father before she continued. "He hates to entertain you know, but I've been so forlorn for company my own age since my friend, Lucinda, moved away that he's feeling guilty and has agreed. Please say you'll stay. Lady Willowbee's girls will be absolutely speechless for once."

    "I seem to recall a Lady Willowbee, lives down the way, only other gentry around here, eh?" At Kendra's nod Andrew chuckled with the memory. "A bit of a sour puss. Are her girls as malicious and back-biting as she and her sisters used to be?"

    Kendra put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to suppress a horrified giggle.

    "Can't offend them though," Andrew continued with grave mirth, "must do our duty and invite the only other cream de la cream in the area, even though it is soured cream, is that the dilemma you find yourself in, my dear?"

    “Papa says I must love them as the Bible says.” Kendra raised her brows in beseeching charm that he recognized as one of his own trademark moves. "But if you were there it would be ever so much easier. They will be nice in hopes of an introduction. Please say you'll stay."

    Andrew caught his brother's gaze and asked in a soft voice. "Can you deny her anything?"

    Edward looked down and cleared his throat, a red flush filling his cheeks. "Very little, I'm afraid.

    Swinging back to Kendra's expectant gaze, Andrew mused. "I will have to give you your answer later, moppet, but I promise I'll try.

    That seemed to satisfy her as she gave him a happy nod and turned to leave the men to their business.

    "You're going to have a devil of a time fighting off all the suitors at your door, Edward. She's amazing." Andrew remarked as he watched the whirl of Kendra's skirts around the door as she left.

    Edward sighed. "I've already had my share of offers, but she's just nineteen. I'm not ready to see her betrothed to anyone yet."

    "I can understand why, she brightens up the old place." Pausing, Andrew ran his fingers through his blond hair and added. "I was truly sorry about Eileen, Edward. I would have attended the funeral had I not been out of the county."

    "I won't pretend I was anything other than devastated. But time has a way of taking the edge off the grief and Kendra has taken care of the rest. I don't know how I would have gone on if she had died with her mother.”

    Andrew didn't know how to respond to his brother's heart-wrenching revelation. Edward had aged in more than the receding hairline and creases around his mouth it would seem. Andrew cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.

    Edward leaned across the desk, his hands clasped together. "Enough about me, what have you been doing with yourself these last fifteen years?"

    "A little of everything, I dare say. Traveled around a good bit." The rake's smile slide across his lips and he shrugged. "Been enjoying life with good drink, fine horseflesh and beautiful women."

    Edward shook his head in an older brotherly way. "I know only too well of your love for the worldly passions. It's a life that will never satisfy you, you know. I have to hear of your exploits every time I'm in London. When will you settle down? Start a family of your own?"

    A bark of laughter escaped Andrew's throat. Not here ten minutes and he was already getting the lecture. "Now is not a good time for thinking of that, Ed. I - uh, seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a jam." Glancing at Parker Walcott, Andrew girded up his courage and rushed out the rest before his nerve failed him. "I was hoping to have a word with you, big brother. I have some business I would like to discuss."

    Parker rose rather abruptly for one keen to the family's business dealings. Andrew smothered a chuckle as the solicitor beat a hasty path to the door. "I will bid you both good day, my lord. You and your brother have much catching up to do." Andrew suppressed a chuckle as he scurried from the room.

    After the door was closed silence descended upon the room. Andrew braced his arms on his legs and pressed his sweaty palms together.

    Edward broke the silence with a voice both grave and guarded. "What can I do for you, Andrew?"

    Shifting in the chair, Andrew ran a well-manicured hand though his blond hair, took a deep breath and plunged into his story.
    It would seem Andrew had heard, through a reputable source, about an investment that was sure to make him a very wealthy man. The Brougham Company had been started to finance several voyages of trade to America with goods the colonist desperately needed. Five great ships had set sail over six months ago to deliver their goods. Andrew had invested all that he had and was given a great deal of credit as he bore the Townsend name.

    The first two ships to sail had been attacked by pirates and overtaken. The following ship did not survive a great storm, and of the two that made it to America, one had perishables on it that were ill-packed, causing the contents to spoil, while the other had cheaper goods that even when sold at an exorbitant price did not come close to making up for the expense of the trip. "I've lost everything and my creditors are threatening Newgate Prison if I don't come up with the funds."

    Edward listened with sinking despair. It seemed fate would never grant his twin the power he so desperately coveted. "Of course I will help you, Andrew. Have your creditors send me the contracts and I will take care of them." He paused before continuing in a fatherly tone. "I understand you want to handle matters on your own, but please consider consulting me or even Walcott before plunging into a scheme like this in the future." Edward pressed his lips together with that eagle-eyed stare that always made Andrew squirm in his chair. "I could have had the company investigated for you, at the very least."

    "Of course." Andrew shook his head, eyes downcast. The act was growing tedious but pressed on. "It's just that I was so excited. I wanted to surprise you and mother with my good fortune. I realize the family thinks me a spoiled dandy so I wanted to do something to make you all proud. Instead I proved what an idiot I am."

    "Now don't be too hard on yourself. We've been through worse and we'll come through this together."

    "I can't thank you enough, Ed, just the thought of that prison sent me fleeing here on wings. There is just one more thing," Andrew rushed out, fidgeting with his fingers. "I was wondering if the creditors could go through old Parker instead of you. That way it won't become common knowledge that my brother had to pay off my debts. It's a matter of pride you see." He raised his brows and gave Edward a shrug of his shoulders.

    "Of course. There's no need for our business to become something for the gossip mills."

    Andrew stood up, gave his brother a quick, firm hug, and hurried from the room.
    Edward gazed at the closed door, sadness and bewilderment weighing down his shoulders like a heavy blanket. He had not seen his brother for years, and then when he finally did come home, it was only because he was in trouble and needed money. Would they ever be close?

    Dear God, help me reach him.

    He let his thoughts drift back to their childhood, a good and proper upbringing he had always thought, but not without its animosities. Animosities that led all the way back to their birth.

    They had heard the tale countless times. Edward had been the first-born twin, the heir to the earldom, but it had come about by a strange quirk of fate. His mother, who now lived on her own estate miles from Arundel, had pushed for hours with no sign of the babies coming.

    The midwife, in an effort to feel the baby's position, placed one hand on the extended abdomen and the other inside the womb. She pulled back in surprise. "Your ladyship, I do believe you are having twins. There's a head and feet near the opening."

    His mother gasped and her face whitened. "Twins! I shan't be able to do it."

    The contractions continued though, strengthened instead of daunted by the thought of two.

    Hours dragged by as they all wondered if Lady Lenora would be able to deliver the babies. In a wondrous moment, a hushed moment between pushes, a tiny foot poked out of the womb. The midwife didn't say anything but knew the importance of the firstborn's place so she tied a scarlet thread around the tiny ankle. Gently slipping the foot back up, she concentrated on delivering the baby in the head-down position. The child seemed ready to cooperate and after several more minutes emerged from the womb.

    "A boy, my lady." One of the servants rushed to take the child to clean him before he was presented to his mother. After another hour, Lady Lenora held two healthy sons. She noticed the thread and looked up at the midwife. "But what's this, Ida?"

    The midwife told the story of how that child had poked his little foot out first and thought to tie the yarn around his foot in the event that Lord Townsend would regard him the first born.

    And he had. Lord Albert Townsend named the babe with the string around his ankle Edward Alexander Townsend, and proclaimed him the rightful heir. Lenora named his twin brother, Andrew Richard Townsend and thought that son cheated.

    Edward's knuckles whitened with the memory as he clinched his hands into fists. They'd been so close when they were boys! Inseparable until the day Andrew heard the story of his birth bluntly put by a stable hand. Andrew had changed then, pulling away and becoming distant and ever more brooding. After awhile it seemed they had little in common and less to like about each other. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The resentment his mother held destroyed their marriage. Lenora devoted herself to spoiling her younger son which forced the earl to take Edward's causes.

    Edward sighed, his head dropping forward, sadness pulling at his heart. They were so different in every way. Andrew was strikingly handsome with his fair hair and pale blue eyes, so much like their mother. Edward supposed he was the epitome of an Englishman with his dark brown hair, aristocratic nose, and hazel eyes. And that was only their outward differences. Inwardly they couldn't be more distant. He a long-grieving widower and Andrew a financially destitute dandy in dire straits. But he was back.

    His brother had come home.

    Maybe if he loved him enough, if he showed it and gave him all the attention and praise and . . . well, whatever it was that Andrew needed, maybe he could, uptight Englishman that he was, humble himself and shower his brother with love.

    Father, help me love him the way he needs it. Help me show him You.

    Monday, September 5, 2011

    It's Monday What Are You Reading? September 5, 2011

    This is a weekly meme hosted by Shelia at One Persons Journey Through a World of Books:
    http://bookjourney.wordpress.com/

    What I read last week:

    - Sketchy Behavior by Erynn Mangum

    What I am currently reading:

    - The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown (on audio in the car)

    - Blue Skies Tomorrow by Sarah Sundin

    - My Dearest Friend by Hazel Statham

    - The Dead Travel Fast by Deanna Raybourn

    - The Kitchen Counter Cooking School by Kathleen Flinn

    - The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen (on audio)

    - To Be a Runner by Martin Dugard

    - The Primal Blueprint by Mark Sisson

    What I am reading next:

    - Deadly Pursuit by Irene Hannon

    Saturday, September 3, 2011

    September is Read Your Own Books Month


    Susan at WastePaper Prose is hosting this challenge where you read your own books in the month of September. For more details visit the link here: http://www.wastepaperprose.com/2011/08/i-read-what-i-want-in-september.html

    I can't read just my own books but I only have seven review books so hopefully I can read one or two of my own too. I have a huge TBR stack of books that I own. I have been purging and it is still too big. Some I have had for years. I still want to read a lot of them and I feel guilty but I just can't read like I used too. I am blessed if I finish one a week. :)