Hope. Such a small word, isn’t it? Four little letters, tasked with holding one of the most immeasurable things in our universe.   But oh, how it lined the hearts of five authors when we began e-mailing nearly a year and a half ago about a possible collaboration project involving one single bottle, travelling across the ages and changing lives. So much so, that the stronghold of hope slipped into our proposed collection as a major...

Thunder answers thunder in a vaulting discourse above. Not another soul is at the river this day. None but the man with the weathered hands. He strides in with steady purpose, undeterred as the current froths a vortex about him. His treasure is here, and he won’t leave without it. Expert eyes dart from mussel to mussel in the Highland shallows where the clamped shells lay. Gathered together, pristine. Waiting to be harvested for pearls...

I thought I would be brave. I opened my word processor to try and hammer into words something that’s been stirring in my heart lately… but to do it, I would have to tell you that while life is full and beautiful and I’m grateful through-and-through, I’ve also been touched by a deep sadness in the recent past*.That’s a scary thing to tell the internet. But a safe thing to tell God’s beloved people, when there is hope to share in it...

The Christmas Chronicles is a blog hop between 5 historical romance authors. Our desire is to bring you joy through these letters, grounded in the true spirit of the season, and written from the fictional viewpoints of each book’s heroine. We’re so glad to have you join the event. Each day this week, a new Christmas Chronicles post will go live, complete with a letter and a new ornament giveaway for that blog post. To...

What joy is mine today! I get the pleasure of shining the spotlight on two dear friends, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.   As part of the Writers’ World Blog Hop, I’ll begin by introducing you to the (amazing!) author who tagged me. But my joy doesn’t stop there; at the end of this post, I get to point you in the direction of the (also amazing!) author who will compose the next installment, too! In between, I’ll...

We never had a first date. There was just that day when we met, and you helped me staple my backpack shut. Friendship, then best friendship, then this crazy awakening of hearts and a kiss beneath a streetlamp. …and the rest is history. Three years in after that kiss, we climbed a mountain and you knelt and I saw forever in those blue eyes of yours. We scribbled a note on a paper, put it in the time capsule mailbox, and you shouted to the...