Friday Feature: When Hearts Collide

Following February’s theme of “HEARTS,” today’s featured book is When Hearts Collide by Sara Beth Williams.

Inspiration behind the Book:

The more books I read, no matter the genre, the more I am drawn to authentic, broken characters, who long for a second chance – both in love and in life. This is the essence of When Hearts Collide.  Both Lacey and Jay long for a second chance.

I remember, junior year in high school, sitting in the balcony at a memorial service for a young high school kid who died in a car accident. Many of my early drafts were recreations of that very event. The car accident, the memorial service, how the family reacted, who might have been involved. Even now, in the final draft, you’ll read images and references of the memorial service. Over the years, the car accident itself morphed into something much different. But the essence of this story is that God redeems.

I hope you truly enjoy this story full of romance, faith, forgiveness, and second chances.

About the Book:

A reckless mistake landed Jacob “Jay” Mathews behind bars, but it was his inescapable guilt that led him to God. Upon his release, with the help of a spiritual mentor and friend, he strives to move forward with his life. Determined to graduate college, get a job, and follow God’s word, the last thing Jay needs or wants is a girlfriend. Until he meets Lacey Bennett.

When fervent prayers for reconciliation between her divorced parents go unanswered, and her older sister tragically dies, Lacey questions how God could allow such tragedies to befall her family. Turning her back on her past and God, she focuses on her future. College and theater are her ultimate goals; falling for the one type of guy she swore to avoid—a Christian—is not. No matter how much she wants to resist, Jay is irresistible.

As their relationship deepens, Jay struggles with Lacey’s unresolved anger and her unwillingness to even discuss faith. All he wants to do is reveal how God changed his life, but doing so would mean revealing his status as an ex convict. Finally, as she begins to rekindle her faith, past secrets collide, threatening to destroy everything they’ve built. Now, Jay must rely on his faith more than he ever has before. Can they learn to forgive—or is their relationship fractured beyond repair?

Excerpt:

A special extended Valentine’s Day excerpt: – They’re on a picnic for Valentine’s Day.

Jay reached for his backpack and dug out a spiral-bound notebook from the bottom. “I want to show you something,” he said in her ear. Carefully, with her body still leaning against his, he placed it on her lap and flipped it open.

“What’s this?”

“When I finally enrolled in college, I made a list of things I’d never done before. Stuff I’d always wanted to do that I didn’t get to do as a kid.”

“Why?” She flipped through the pages, finding most of them blank. Then she flipped back to the list he’d made.

“I didn’t even know my dad. He left when I was two or three. After that, my mom—let’s just say, she was not on the list for Mom of the Year.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Anyway…” He leaned to the side, resting on one elbow. A small rock beneath the blanket cut into his skin so he readjusted. “I didn’t have the opportunity to do much of anything as a kid, even in foster care. Living with my half-brother Patrick later on, it was a stable situation, but all he did was work.”

 He cleared his throat, his glance darting away, focusing on the way the grasses bent with the wind. That much was true, in a sense. He frowned, contemplating where Patrick might be now. Was he still here in California?

“I’m sorry.” Compassion shone in her eyes.

Jay held a palm to her cheek, letting her hair brush over his skin. “After I met Matt and found Christ, I was really motivated to make a better life for myself in every way possible. So, I did. And I made this list as part of that effort.”

He swallowed and clamped his mouth shut. Too much rambling could lead to disaster. He was already treading across thin ice bringing up his past at all.

Lacey studied the list, which spanned a few pages. After reading the first page, she glanced up at him with a grin. “We’ve done a lot of these things together.” He nodded once, his head resting against the palm of his hand. “Ice skating, bike riding, going out to ice cream, going to the river, eating out at a nice restaurant…” A gust of wind blew through her hair and ruffled the pages of the notebook. She smoothed them open again. “You never did any of these things when you were younger? Not even with foster families?”

He readjusted, sitting upright again. “I never had the money to take girls out to ice cream or restaurants. I didn’t hang out with that kind of crowd anyway. If I went out, it was to a party to get drunk.”

“I didn’t know you used to drink… Why didn’t you have money? Didn’t you say you worked during high school?”

He exhaled slowly, carefully, an itching fear climbing up his spine. “I had a job at a library, yeah, but it was only part-time. Before I was old enough to work, I ran with the wrong kind of people, and was invited to a lot of parties, even at such a young age.” He pushed back the acid-like feelings of disgust. He hated thinking about the old him, the old way of life. I am a new creation in Christ. “But I stopped all that. I never want to go back to that kind of lifestyle again.”

The pinch between her brows inferred she seemed doubtful of the details of his story—and much too curious. He clamped his mouth shut again, lest he carry on a bigger lie. This was not why he had brought the notebook to show her.

What, did you think she wouldn’t have questions for you?

With a mental fist, he pounded down the doubts, pushed the notebook aside, and cradled her in his arms. Her fresh, familiar scent of coffee, and a hint of watermelon shampoo mingled with the smell of earth around them. “Every date we’ve been on means the world to me. Not just because I am finally experiencing new things in life, but because I get to experience life with you.”

She giggled as he eyed her lips and captured them in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I’ve enjoyed every minute of getting to know you,” he breathed between kisses. “And I don’t want to stop anytime soon.”

She leaned away at last and studied the pages of his notebook. “So, does this mean you want to travel the world with me?”

“I can dream.”

“Let’s not rush things.”

He laughed and kissed her again. “You are special to me,” he murmured, burying his face in her hair.

“You are, too.”

He kissed her one last time before she turned and refocused on the water, leaning back against his chest.

About the Author:

Sara Beth Williams is a wife, mother of two daughters, and temporary caretaker of a lovable old lady pit and a spunky Pomeranian-Shih Tzu mix. She lives in Northern California. When she’s not held hostage by the keyboard, she enjoys music, teaching, reading and spending time with her family. She is all about connecting with readers! Find her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Goodreads and Bookbub.

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Anchor My Heart, the sequel to When Hearts Collide, will be released on March 16.

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Cat Tails Update:

It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of Momo, who came to us a few years ago by way of a feral cat mom, and who found a forever home with my nephew and his wife.

You first met these two kittens a few years ago. Born last May to a feral mother cat, the kittens survived a fiery start. We brought them into our home and tamed them.

They found a forever home with some of our family.

The male tiger-striped one is Momo, after the pet lemur from the Avatar cartoon.

And the female gray one is named Eevee, from the Pokemon.

As you can see, both Eevee and Momo are happy and healthy in their forever home.

Friday Feature: Her Traitor’s Heart

In keeping with February’s “HEARTS” theme, today’s featured book is entitled, Her Traitor’s Heart. This historical Christian romance is set in the South just after the Civil War.

The Inspiration behind the Book:

“The inspiration behind Her Traitor’s Heart actually came from one of my New England ancestors who fought in the Civil War. After the war’s end, he was stationed in the South as part of the occupying forces. He developed a friendship with a Southern lady, and they carried on a correspondence after he returned home. Their letters were passed down in the family. As a child, I remember seeing his uniform in an old trunk in my grandparents’ attic. The uniform was moth-eaten, but when I saw his boots, I thought to myself, “Those boots were really on his feet. He wore those boots.” From that time on, my ancestor was a real person to me. Her Traitor’s Heart isn’t really my Kimball ancestor’s story, but the seeds of the story were planted years ago when I saw his tattered uniform. As I researched the Reconstruction period, I discovered that the era was filled with hardship, tragedy, danger, and courage, all of which make a great story. And creating the hero be a Yankee officer and the heroine a Southern lady who hated Yankees offered great conflict.”

About the Book:

For Coral Leigh, the Civil War took everything and everyone she loved: her fiancé, her brother, and her father. But when her mother dies of grief shortly after the war’s end, Coral’s plantation home, Elmwood, must be auctioned. Soon to be homeless, she fears becoming yet another casualty of the war.

Fortunately, help arrives in the handsome form of Clint Logan, a decorated general in the Union army and part of the occupying forces stationed near her home. When the general kindly offers her employment, Coral decides her pride isn’t worth starvation.

As love blooms between them, Coral and Clint must contend with threats worse than the scrutiny of Southern society. Disenfranchised Confederate soldiers are causing trouble around town, and Coral has to face the possibility of Clint’s death in the line of duty, along with her own social ostracization. She will have to decide if she’s ready to trust her heart’s new loyalties, even if it means forsaking everything she’s ever known.

Excerpt:

Coral’s gratitude at being rescued battled with the unpalatable fact that her rescuer wore the abhorred blue uniform of the conquering foe. While she studied him, she rubbed her aching arm, which the renegade had twisted behind her.

            Effortlessly holding his restless mount in check, the Yankee tracked the deserters’ progress until they disappeared around a bend in the road. After returning his revolver to its holster, he swung a long leg over the stallion’s rump with practiced ease.

            Good manners dictated Coral should thank the officer for saving her life, though her pride rebelled at being indebted to a member of the despised Federal army. Nevertheless, she forced herself to meet him as he strolled toward her, holding the stallion on a tight rein.

            “I remember you from this morning, though I regret that we should meet again under such unfortunate circumstances, ma’am.” His clipped New England speech jarred her sensibilities, sounding foreign to ears accustomed to the slow, soft drawl of Southern aristocrats. “Are you hurt?”

            “Fortunately, no. I offer my sincere thanks for your intervention.”

            “My apologies for not arriving in time to prevent the whole incident. You could have been badly hurt.”

            Coral shrugged, turning away from the officer. That her initial scrutiny couldn’t find fault with his appearance or character only increased her irritation. Admitting some Northerners might have commendable qualities which she could admire made hating all Yankees unconditionally more difficult. In her present state, she wouldn’t consider the possibility that she might be wrong.

            The officer moved a step closer, doffing his cavalryman’s hat in a graceful bow worthy of a ballroom floor. “General Clint Logan, ma’am. At your service.”

            Coral acknowledged his introduction with a slight nod. “Miss Coral Leigh.”

            Settling his hat low on his head once more, he turned his attention back to her face. “Miss Leigh, I truly regret the treatment that you suffered at the hands of those ruffians. Deserters like those make travel for honest folk hazardous. I hope it won’t be long before we’ll have order restored.”

            Reaching into the wagon, Coral plucked her bonnet from the floor where it had fallen when the renegade hauled her off the seat. She adjusted her hat over her chignon, tying the ribbons as she swung about to face the general. “I suppose such lawlessness is an inevitable result of the war. We’ll have to live with the anarchy for as long as it takes to restore order.”

            “Do you have far to travel? Would you like an escort? I’d be happy to accompany you to provide protection for the rest of your journey.”

            “Thank you, but I don’t want to take you out of your way.”

            “You wouldn’t be. As a member of the occupying force, it’s my duty to protect civilians.”

            Coral breathed deeply to bite back her impatience at the officer’s insistence of aid. His chivalry made it difficult for her to decline his offer, when her nerves were stretched to the snapping point. She struggled to maintain a show of courtesy. “Again, I appreciate your kind offer of help, but it’s not necessary.”

About the Author:

Colleen Hall wrote her first story in third grade and wrote as a hobby all during her growing-up years. In “Her Traitor’s Heart” she was able to combine her love of writing with her love of history. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband, horseback riding, reading, and browsing antique stores. She lives in South Carolina with her husband and family, one horse and three very spoiled cats.

Website: www.colleenhallromance.com

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Wednesday Pop-Up: Soup Recipe

Today I’m sharing one of my favorite winter soup recipes:

Cabbage, Pulled Pork and Potato Soup

I created this recipe using leftover BBQ pulled pork. At first, I only added cabbage to it. Then the last few times I added diced potato. I like it even better, and it’s more filling that way.

Just so I can have this soup, I buy a pork roast every couple of months. The first step is to make it into BBQ pulled pork. I don’t have the original link, but any seasoned pulled pork recipe will do.

After the pork is cooked, I add all of the ingredients into a large Crockpot and cook on low for 8-10 hours.

Ingredients:

1 small head of cabbage

2 cups leftover BBQ pulled pork

4 medium potatoes, diced

7 cups water

6 beef bouillon cubes

1 8 oz. can tomato sauce or 15 oz. can diced tomatoes

Instructions:

Combine all in large Crockpot. Cook on Low for 8-10 hours until potatoes are done. May add additional water or broth if soup is too thick.

This soup yields 10 servings. It freezes well.

Friday Feature: Perfectly Imperfect

Valentine’s Day is this weekend, and it’s a perfect time to read a romance book. Today I’m featuring the Christian YA (Young Adult) romance, Perfectly Imperfect, by Kara Leigh Miller.

About the Book:

Isabelle Carson is charging into her senior year equipped with a handy checklist to ensure nothing goes awry. Things she didn’t account for: a hot, new guy who almost runs her over, a messed up class schedule, and a boyfriend who dumps her for one of her best friends. All of that pales in comparison to the threat of her dirty family secrets breaking free from the perfect façade she’s diligently maintained since the death of her brother.

Grayson Alexander is on his fourth school in as many years. Lakewood Valley High is exactly like all the others, with one shiny exception: Isabelle Carson. She’s smart, funny, beautiful— the perfect package. But Isabelle is hiding something, and Grayson is determined to do whatever it takes to win her trust, except step foot in another hypocritical church.

As Isabelle’s life spirals out of control and her carefully crafted, picture-perfect image begins to shatter, Grayson does what no one else can: he makes her laugh and allows her to be imperfect. With rekindled faith, Isabelle sets out to right all the wrongs in her life. But Grayson has been damaged by his own family secrets, and Isabelle will have to decide if the boy she’s falling for more and more each day is a right or a wrong.

Excerpt:

Grayson…

I hesitate but then approach. She can’t tattle on me and expect me to feel sorry for her. “You told the principal on me. What are you, five?”

She whips around and glares at me. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Don’t be mad at me because you’re a lunatic who tries to run people over. Really, you should be thanking me.” She shoves a couple items into her backpack so fast I can’t tell what they are and then proceeds to shove all the stuff on the floor into the locker as quickly as possible.

I lean against the neighboring locker and cross my arms. “Thanking you? Oh, this is going to be good.”

“Yes, thanking me.” She smiles sweetly—all the emotion from a moment ago is gone—and that single action steals my breath. “If I hadn’t told on you, you would’ve eventually run someone over and killed them.” She slams the locker closed, and a white carnation falls to the floor. “And if you’d killed someone, you’d have gone to jail. I saved you from rotting away in prison.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she adds, “You’re welcome.” Then she walks away in the opposite direction.

I move to go after her but notice a book lying on the floor. I scoop it up and read the title. Holy Bible. I whip my head around. Did anyone else see the title? Can they guess by looking? Do people even care about Bibles in schools in this part of the country? In my last school, a teacher was fired for giving a student a Bible and encouraging him to read it. He sued the district, but I moved before it was resolved.

I jog to catch up with Isabelle. “Hey, you dropped this.”

She eyes the Bible, as if unsure where it came from.

“You really don’t strike me as a Bible thumper,” I say. Not that I’m complaining. It’s nice to know there’s someone else here who believes in God.

“I’m not.” She snatches the book from my hand.

“No?” I raise a brow, challenging her. “Then why are you carrying around a Bible?”

“That’s really none of your business.”

“People don’t carry around Bibles unless they’re trying to spread the good word.” I smirk.

“Don’t be a jerk.”

“Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven. Luke 6:37.”

She takes a small step back. “You know scripture?”

“I know a lot of things,” I say, pleased with how I’ve managed to shock her.

“Except how to drive.”

I let out a surprised laugh, and she responds with a smile—a genuine one that makes my heart race in a way I’ve never felt before.

About the Author:

Kara Leigh Miller is a full-time wife; stay-at-home mom to 5 kids, 4 pit bulls, and 6 cats; writer, and the Editorial Director at Anaiah Press. She’s previously published two adult Christian romantic suspense books. Warped Remains is her first young adult book, but it won’t be her last.

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