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Christian Historical Fiction Christian fiction is a publishing genre with its own distinct publishers, and Historical Christian fiction is a subset within that. Browse articles by tag Choose a tag I have discovered some wonderful gardeners through the world of YouTube. My favorite is artist Jeri Landers. I love her creativity and gardening style and avidly follow her YouTube channel. Like Jeri, I would describe my garden as cottage, country, with native plants.
In one video, Jeri suggested finding an unsightly—even ugly—corner and making it beautiful. It was a hard slog, but I am delighted with the transformation. Then I took on a third bed overrun with a different kind of wild aster, and so on…You see the pattern here.
I worked until I dropped, but it helped lift my spirits. Jeri raised stunning foxglove from seed this year, while I bought plants, so guess what seed I ordered yesterday…plus, plus. I have a little greenhouse Dennis built for me eons ago, but it relies on solar heat. My most enticing plant lure are roses. So far. J and P had a super sale this past week. Several roses spilled into my newly reclaimed kitchen garden. I eagerly await those that have not yet bloomed. Pics below from emerging blooms in that garden: roses, nepeta catmint miniature delphinium and violas. I started violas and alyssum from seed.
Carding Mill — David Austen Rose. Grief has its own timetable, with unpredictable ups and downs, as uncontrollable as the tide. I already knew this from past grief, but never quite so sharply. They are my lifelines. I hope to find my way back to writing. For me, gardening is a vital part of healing. At some point, I will add a plaque, statue, or remembrance stone to the Memorial garden. Maybe all three. Posted in Gardening. Tagged asters , catmint , coreopsis , cottage garden , country garden , garden therapy , Grief , heirloom flowers , Herbs , Iris , Jeri Landers , larkspur , Memorial garden , Roses , The Shenandoah Valley , violas.
Luanna : I love black cats and I cannot lie. Mogget is our first ever and she is gorgeous, completely black except for a teeny, tiny patch of white on her belly. My husband, the family photographer, frequently complains about the challenges inherent in photographing an all-black cat in low light. However, since I rarely have that challenge, I love that Mogget can almost disappear until she opens her glorious golden eyes.
Her eyes are quite expressive and can nail you to the spot. Bruno is our tuxedo cat, much easier to photograph. All cats are good sleepers but Bruno sleeeeeps. He enjoys his outdoor time and in the summer presents us with a shrew or a vole with disturbing regularity.
A brief note about their names. We adopted Bruno when we lived in Brunswick and I wanted a name for him that reflected his birthplace. When I was a little girl, I got a kitten from a litter of barn cats in Tiverton and I named her Tivi. Starting fresh in a new country, she masquerades as a widow running a tearoom in Halifax while perfecting her art. The dowdy widow painting his portrait is surely one of the former. After discovering the sensual beauty hiding beneath shapeless gowns, he wonders at her other secrets.
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And Finton must decide whether love is worth the risk. Excerpt: Mary glanced around before leaning closer still. One would think that after earning her living by flirting, teasing, and more, she would be comfortable with such talk. It will brighten a corner of my library. Why is that? Women are often judged to be idly pursuing a hobby and are seldom taken seriously. That way my heirs will know they have one of the first by a famous artist. Unbidden came the wish that she was indeed a respectable widow, able to pursue a friendship with this exciting man without fear of discovery.
She had much to be grateful for. If that meant leaving behind physical desire then so be it. Celibacy was a small price to pay for a life free of shame. Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. Luanna writes full time, concentrating on sexy romantic suspense, steamy paranormal romance, and spicy historical romance.
Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna has recently returned to the land of her birth with her dear husband and two spoiled cats. Posted in Furbaby Friday , historical romance novel Through the Fire. Tagged animal author companion , cat adoption , Historical Romance , Luanna Stewart , New release , writing cat. Barbara is sharing her grand-furbaby and her medieval romance, For This Knight Only. Barbara: For as long as I can remember growing up, I had furbabies. Living in the country, I had kittens and dogs. We just never NOT had a furry pet.
These days, I have adorable furgrand-babies. Just picture this sweetie with black and brown coloring. Faster than a speeding bullet. He and I had a getting-to-know-you period when he was young. Finally, some neighbors helped corral him, and I got him back inside. I was exhausted. He was ready to play with his favorite toy, a tennis ball. Hey, grandmas can spoil grandpets, too!
Now he and I have slowed down a bit. He still greets me at the front door before I even open it, this time with his tennis ball in his mouth. He leads me up the stairs where he drops the ball and jumps up and down in welcome, then stands, watching expectantly for me to play fetch. He wears out a lot sooner, though.
These days, he even climbs no jumping now on my lap to actually lie down and rest. But both of us know who trained whom. I miss having my own furbaby. A friend has a pair of retired racing greyhounds. I asked her if they were a problem to manage. She said no. The only running they do now is racing her to the couch. If only either had a choice. Sir Roark will do anything to gain land, even beguile an unwilling lady into marriage.
Alyss has a few surprises for her new all-too-tempting lord. But when a common enemy threatens everything, Roark and Alyss face a startling revelation. Without love, neither land nor freedom matters. Award-winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved.
And math. But what really makes her smile is working on a new story. Now retired, she lives in Missouri where she spins tales of heroines to die for—and heroes to live for. Posted in Furbaby Friday. Tagged author animal companions , Barbara Bettis , dog adoption , For This Knight Only , medieval romance , retired racing greyhound. Welcome C. Becker Colleen and her beloved furbaby. Colleen : Thank you Beth for hosting me. The biggest and best decision my husband and I ever made other than having kids was the addition of our Jack Russell dog, Brownie, to the family.
We adopted him seven years ago, after enduring years of kids pleading to get a family dog. When I realized how deeply my youngest son was praying for a dog, I agreed. We went to a house where the family was selling five-month old puppies. Of all the dogs, Brownie was the only one who went up to my youngest daughter. We brought him home, and he took control of the house—in a good way.
Brownie is happiest when everyone is home. He is great playing catch with his ball and he loves the dog park. He sleeps with all the kids, rotating during the night, in different rooms. Whom Brownie sleeps with at night is always a focus around the breakfast table. Jack Russells are known for being highly energetic animals. Brownie loves to run and at any time, can go wild, running in circles around the house. My youngest daughter takes him for mile walks every day so he stays healthy and fit. He could walk all day, sniffing the air and everything around him.
He recognizes the sound of our cars driving down the neighborhood. An intelligent animal, Brownie knows a few tricks, but he has trained us to let us know when he wants to eat and drink, go to the bathroom, play ball, and have a snack. His latest trick is holding off relieving his bladder in the morning until someone takes him for a long walk outside. He loves to have his belly rubbed and to snuggle up with anyone who is sitting or lying down. He enjoys attention, but has brought more love and happiness to our household than we could have ever imagined.
Hailey Langley refuses to be a victim and has moved on from her traumatic past. But her marriage problems worsen when a deadly illicit drug threatens to draw her into the life she left behind. You know what would happen. Grace is his mother.
Half-Shawnee, half-French warrior Shoka, former guide for English traders, is the hawk, swift, sure, and silent as the moon. He knows all about survival in this untamed land and how deadly distraction can be. If he holds onto her, can he safeguard his heart? With battle looming and an enemy warrior bent on vengeance, Shoka and Rebecca must decide whether to fight together or be destroyed. Excerpt :. For a moment, he simply looked at her. What lay behind those penetrating eyes? Did he mean to help her? She tried to sit, moaning at the effect this movement had on her aching body.
She sank back down. He slid a corded arm beneath her shoulders and gently raised her head. Encouraged by his aid, she sipped from the wooden vessel, grimacing at the bitterness. The vile taste permeated her mouth. Was he feigning assistance to trick her into downing a fatal brew? He arched one black brow. Will make your pain less. Unconvinced, she clamped her mouth together. She parted her lips just wide enough to argue. His narrowing eyes regarded her in disbelief. Though she knew he felt her tremble, she met his piercing gaze.
His sharp expression softened. Cover by my daughter Elise Trissel. Herbs have changed little, if at all, over the centuries and offer us a connection with the past that precious little does in these modern days. Simple wayside flowers, even weeds, have a far greater heritage than most people realize. Herbs were vital to every single aspect of life. Think about it. Every one. Remedies for everything from colds to the bubonic plague were brewed and made into teas, tinctures, or salves.
Not to neglect the importance of love potions, charms, and protection from the dark forces, including witches, vampires, and werewolves. You can never be too careful. Time out of mind, herbs have figured prominently in mystery and romance. It seems no one is quite certain what the ill-fated lover knocked back. Whimsical fancies sprang up around the shape of plants. The bell-like flowers of foxglove were thought to be the minute gloves that fairies wore, especially as foxglove blooms in shady woodlands where everyone knows the little folk dwell.
Commonly called digitalis, this now famous plant is widely used to treat heart disease. But too strong a dose and bang——you have a murder mystery. On a happier note, many herbs also had romantic uses. In the play, Oberon drops the flowery decoction onto the eyelids of the sleeping Titania, but the good doctor cautions against trying this at home. Leafy branches of this herb were also hung in windows to ward off evil spirits and burnt to protect against devils, goblins, and witches. Legend has it that angelica was revealed in a dream by an angel to cure the bubonic plague.
All parts of the plant were deemed of great value against enchantment. Feeling timid? Anoint your feet with catnip tea to embolden yourself. Traditionally, a wreath of the aromatic herb was worn by brides. Rosemary is also the herb of remembrance and left at the grave of loved ones.
We have observed this solemn rite. Historical writers, especially, can incorporate the use of herbs to flavor their stories, but anyone can mix in a love potion or fatal elixir to spice up the usual suspects in a suspense or murder mystery.
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I hope my enthusiasm will enrich your lives with a deeper awareness of those people who dwelt on this earth long before us and inspire you to plant herbs in your gardens. For authors, herbs may help you contrive new plot twists or add authentic touches to your stories. My love of herbs and herbal lore spills over into my books. One of my novels with a pronounced use of herbs is ghostly, time travel, murder mystery romance Somewhere My Love.
The story also has Hamlet parallels because I always wanted to write a story that does, and so I did. I also wrote an herbal, in eBook and now in print at Amazon. The major focus of this work is England and Scotland, but also touches on Ireland and Wales. Information is given as to the historic medicinal uses of these plants and the rich lore surrounding them.
Journey back to the days when herbs figured into every facet of life, offering relief from the ills of this realm and protection from evil in all its guises. Posted in Gardening , herbal lore , historical romance novel Through the Fire , Uncategorized. Tagged herbal charms , herbal lore , herbal medicine , herbs for protection , love potions , medieval herb garden , murder mystery , poisonous herbs. I also depicted parts of the old family homeplace in Virginia.
Part of the inspiration behind Enemy of the King came from research into my early American Scots-Irish and British ancestors who fought on both sides of the American Revolution. One direct forebear five generations removed from me, Sam Houston, uncle of the famous Sam, fought in the Battle of Guilford Courthouse, NC and kept a diary used by historians today. I was also inspired by the Battle of Kings Mountain, in North Carolina, that helped turn the tide of the revolution in favor of the Patriots and is featured in Enemy of the King. These accounts turned my focus to the Southern face of the war.
There must have been quite a rift in that family.