Sunday, March 14, 2021

Lost time

 Well it's been a very long time since I've posted anything. Lots has changed. I'm single now living in another state with only one of my dogs. I'm now disabled so I may have more time to post. Have a great day everyone hope to write more soon.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

OH MY Goodness  I got so caught up with life that I have not blogged for so long I hope I didn't forget how. Load of stuff has happened over the past two years. From my last blog we had finally got into our new house to only have it yanked from underneath us after living there for what seemed forever. We were forced to live in a hotel room for two month till the people who was in our new house to vacate {they did not go willingly and left the house a total wreak. Never knew to small dogs could make such mess left unattended but they did, lol it was everywhere.} I can not believe it ..... earlier I told you about Schasm by Shari J. Ryan.......which I have read three times now.... life happened and the second book got put on the shelf just waiting for me.  I entered a Giveaway yesterday and oh my gosh I won... I can't believe it.... I won the Final book in the Schasm series  When Fully Fused!! I know
 what I will be reading on my trip to California in less than a week... eeeeeek I have never flown before so and really freaked out about it... Now I will have something to keep my mind Very Very busy and Extremely entertained.  Thanks Shari.... again guys if your looking for a book to completely consume you check out her books I HIGHLY recommend her books..... Especially the Schasm Series.  Will for sure be checking out all of her other books. 
 go look on Amazon....

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

New Home

Well we finally got moved. And we now have our own house. Lots of work to do since the previous owners did not love the house. :{  My whole kitchen, front room and hall way and all the way upstairs is a cheap yellow mustard color. EWWWWWW not a pretty color. Glad there is PAINT!!!!  We also have a new baby at our house, too! Andrew C. we are calling him Andy, He was only a week early and was a little small at only 6 lbs 10 oz. and 20 1/2 inches long. He was born on the 22 of Feb. On my grandmothers birthday and we found it fitting to make his middle name the name of my grandfather. What a day. He came while we were in the middle of the move and I had his older sister  Krysta Jade (1 1/2) and boy was I exhausted. I gave myself tendonitus from all the boxes and repetitive movements. Dang Boxes anyways. Well the house is almost all out of boxes. Just the ones that are in the garage full of whatever junk. I hope it gets warm soon so I can get rid of the rest of the stuff. My house is on the outskirts of town so it feels like we are isolated. It takes so long just to get to a store, where as before it only took 2 min litterally  to get across the street. I miss my old house. Well enough rambling I have a book to get red so that I can do my blog on it and get my new book sent out. Any comments are welcome nice or nasty. Just something so I know if anyone has been here. I feel like I am talking to myself only I can't hear myself. LOL

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Schasm by Shari J. Ryan

Hi everyone, Wow can you believe it has been over 2 years since I posted. wow even I am blown away. Anyways  I have something worthy of Blogging today so here goes.

Recently I was gifted a book by  a wonderful author, Allie Burke, helping promote another Author which I will add to my new Authors to read list.  This Book Series will be an enjoyment for sure.

Schasm by Shari J. Ryan

This story confused me in the beginning but I can be easily confused lol anyways  I stuck with the  book and to my delight It was SO SO worth sticking with it. It drew me in and kept me there till the book was finished and yes it was very hard to put down. It made me wanna pull my hair out at the doctors and felt very frustrated as it feels like you are pulled into Chloe's mind and no one understands you till that one day...... I don't recommend books very often and then only if I really really enjoyed the book then this one is that will go on my Recommended list.  I am not a very good blogger so I just wanted everyone to see for them selves that they will enjoy this book and look forward to the rest of the series as i am.... I AM including the excerpt from this wonderful book. Someday's I wish I was a drifter and escape the bad things in life... or would I?


SCHASM (Book One – Schasm Series)

Chloe Valcourt drifts between two worlds: the dark reality of her domineering mother and feeble father and the vivid fantasy of her imagination. With her condition comes the harsh observation of doctors who intend to cure her of it. But a chance encounter with a handsome and vaguely familiar young man in her dream world hints at the possibility of hidden truths—and a life she can’t remember. As her drifts become a greater escape from the cruelty of the real world, Chloe finds herself lost between what is real and what is imagined, questioning her very existence. Can she remain in the lush new imagined landscape to find happiness in a realm of her own invention? Is she doomed to return to the harsh reality of the outside world forever? Or will she become trapped somewhere between the twounable to return to either? www.schasm.com  
I got this off of Shari J. Ryans web page .... you can head over to amazon and pick one up for yourself you will not regret getting this book.... I myself , am planing to get the rest of this series I was so intrigued with this one I have to know what happens.  
Here is the link to  Amazon and a bit to get to know the Author I hope you go out and get one you won't be disappointed.  
http://www.amazon.com/Shari-J-Ryan/e/B00EQ410LY/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1400424621&sr=1-2-ent

Hope you enjoy!!!  Chris

Friday, September 14, 2012

Be Still My Soul by Joanne Bischof

          In a world that has forgotten the meaning of unconstitutional love and selfishness comes the story of

                                      Be Still My Soul by Joanne Bischof

  While this is not my normal kind of read I was very surprised how great this book was.  This story took me on a journey of another time. Through another time period of a young man's and a young woman's struggles and sacrifice and the understanding of what it truly means to be in love. 

  Joanne has beautifully written this story that began with a simple kiss a bit of frisky business and a misunderstanding that lead to a forced marriage between boy and a girl who barely know each other.  Through heartache, sorrow and a blossoming romance, I could not put this book down, It could have been another 400 pages and it would not have been enough.

 It was an eye-opening journey into the hearts of two people who clearly did not love each other, and which one had the faith if God and the other didn't.The two struggle to be together because they are married and clearly not in love, With the growth of the two lives together he truly finds out what true love is and what really matters in his life and where he belongs... with his wife.    This story has a way of making you angry and hurt, sad and happy and over joyed at the same time.  

  I would recommend this book to everyone young old and anywhere in between. You will not be sorry you went and bought this book. But be careful of lending this wonderful book out you just might never get it back.

 This book is a review for the http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks



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Excerpt
     The night air brushed her arms, and Lonnie prayed autumn’s cool breath could whisper her off—carry her into another life. Lord, help me. She looked up at her pa and forced a tight smile. With his broad back to the moonlit sky, his scruffy face was hidden beneath the shadow of a floppy hat. Chestnut hair swirled against her cheeks, and she blinked, willing the breeze to calm her nerves.
     Joel Sawyer arched a bushy eyebrow. "Don’t see what’s gotten ya so shaken up all a sudden."
     She lifted her chin. "I ain’t shaken." Her eyes dared him to say otherwise. "I just don’t see why…" She bit her tongue at the tremble in her voice. Her thumb traced the fresh bruises on her wrist—each small dent the same size as her pa’s fingers.
     "Because your ma’s got a headache." Her pa’s growl was for her ears alone. His eyes bored into hers, even through the lie. "Can’t go lettin’ Samson down." Sour breath hit her face. "Now get on up there and sing for these people."
     Lonnie swallowed and eyed the crowd that had gathered for an evening of dancing. With the first autumn leaves blanketing the forest floor, it was sure to be the last of the summer. She’d never sung for a crowd before and, at seventeen, felt foolish when her heart pounded in her ears and her skin tingled with fear. If only Samson hadn’t asked that her ma sing this night.
     Her pa had made it clear. No wife of his was gonna snuggle up that close to Samson Brown. Over his dead body, or so he’d said. Lonnie watched her pa descend the steps, shoulders hunched.
     "Sorry about your mama’s headache," Samson whispered. He smiled and his eyes crinkled.
     Lonnie nodded, certain he knew the truth, yet fighting the urge to make a liar out of the man who’d just deposited her at the stage as if she were no more than a pawn.
Lonnie glanced to the sky, and even as night’s chill crept past her faded gingham dress, she prayed for a peace from the One who could help her through this. Her ma was the songbird. Not her. Folks were always going on about how     Maggie Sawyer had the prettiest voice on any Sunday morning.
     A gray spotted dog tipped his ears when Lonnie stepped over him onto the makeshift stage. Her bare feet skirted around a pair of lanterns at the stage edge. Samson Brown, eyes twinkling, raised a banjo onto his lap. Lonnie took her place beside the trio’s mandolin player, Gideon O’Riley, and when their shoulders touched, she stepped sideways, nearly tripping as she did.
     Gideon glanced at her, his expression unreadable until amusement flitted through his green eyes. Lonnie chided herself for blushing so easily. The fiddler tilted his instrument to his chin. The creases in his blacksmith hands were stained dark as coal. He nodded and waited, bow poised. Reluctantly, Lonnie returned the nod.
     The hollow sound of his tapping boot echoed through the cracks of the porch. The bow slid across the strings slower than a cat stretching after a good, long nap. Gideon struck the strings of his mandolin, and Samson’s banjo twanged, rambling as free as a holler. Lonnie watched in awe, bewildered by their confidence.
     She clung to the shadows from the eaves overhead, but when her pa motioned for her to step into the moonlight, she scooted forward. Her bare toes reached the edge of the porch, and she glanced away from her pa’s smug stare. When the fiddle’s strings thickened in harmonies, Lonnie sang out the words. Her heart quickened, stunned by the sound of her own voice belting out a song she’d learned at her ma’s knee. She stared into the blur of faces as feet stomped and calico skirts swirled, revealing dozens of homemade petticoats and faded stockings. She forced her foot to tap in rhythm as men spun their girls around. Those without girls jigged up enough dust to make a body need a good bath.
     About to round into the third verse, the words snagged in her throat. She blinked, her mind suddenly blank. Lonnie, you know this! With his shoulders hunched, Gideon’s hands flew over the fret board, and the fiddler played louder than ever. After clearing her throat, Lonnie readied herself for the last verse.
     But Gideon sped up, leaving the rest of the band behind.
     When the crowd bellowed and cheered, Lonnie bit her lip. Gideon played faster, an impish grin lighting his face. She clapped trembling hands and glanced to the musician beside her. Shaking his head, Samson rose slowly from his chair and, still plucking the strings of his banjo, crossed the porch. He flashed a twisted smile.
Cheers swarmed from the crowd. With slow movements, Samson reached out his boot and kicked Gideon’s stool so hard it flew out from under him. Gideon stumbled but did not fall. His hand fell from the fret board, and after throwing a glare at Samson, he grabbed the stool and sat.
      "C’mon, Gid! Lighten up a bit, would ya?" Samson yelled over the noise.
Gideon rushed in with a few last strums until only his vibrations remained, bouncing through the woods. Folks whistled and cheered so loudly Lonnie could no longer hear the pounding of her heart. Clapping along, she stepped back. Never again would her pa talk her into singing in front of folks. No sir. Her place was in the back of the crowd.
Gideon held his mandolin over his head and bowed. As cocky as he was, Lonnie couldn’t help but smile. He walked toward her and, without hesitation, draped an arm over her shoulders. He smelled of smoke and cedar. Heat grew in the back of her neck and tingled into her cheeks. She needn’t look down to see the flame in her pa’s face as well— she knew it was there.
     When the applause mellowed, she slid away and scurried down the steps, her legs weak and head light with relief. She brushed past a nuzzling couple and ducked under a thick arm that clutched a pint of cider, finally spotting her aunt Sarah beneath a scarlet maple. Enough moonlight danced through the leaves to make the woman’s ginger bun shine. Rushing over, Lonnie clasped her cool hands, the rough skin worn and familiar.
     "Why, you’re tremblin’ som’n awful." Sarah squeezed her hand. "Don’t think for one moment you don’t belong up there. You’da made your ma proud."
     Lonnie fought to catch her breath. "That was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done in my life."
     She felt a shadow behind her. Lonnie didn’t need to glance over her shoulder when rough fingertips clutched her elbow. "We’ll be leaving now." Her pa’s voice was gruff.
     She glanced at her aunt, then peered up at him. "Mind if I stay a bit longer?"
     His eyes flinched, but then he sighed. The smell of moonshine hung thick. "Walk home with Oliver. He’s stayin’ too."
     "Yessir. Thank you, Pa." Her words seemed to fall on nothing but the breeze as he strode from the clearing. Lonnie knew her ma would be up waiting, the littlest ones already tucked into bed. With a sigh, she let the last of her worry melt into the cool night air and turned to her aunt, pleased to have her company for at least a little while longer.     
     "So…" Sarah’s whimsical voice nearly sang the single word.
     "Don’t say it." Lonnie wagged a finger with little authority, knowing full well what her aunt was itching to say. Sarah sobered, the lines around her eyes smoothing.
     But Lonnie knew her mother’s sister well. "I blush too easily," she blurted.
     A smile lifted her aunt’s round cheeks. Twice Lonnie’s age and with skin a shade paler, she was as dear a friend as Lonnie had ever had. When Sarah’s gaze moved past her, Lonnie tossed a glance over her shoulder and saw the blacksmith run a cloth over his fiddle. Samson lowered his banjo into a sack. Gideon had moved on. His shoulder was pressed to the bark of a hundred-year-old chestnut, and his arms lay folded over his chest. The girl he was wooing looked more than willing to have his undivided attention.
     "Seems like every girl in Rocky Knob wants to steal that boy’s heart." Sarah shook her head. "Don’t you pay it no never mind."
     Forcing a shrug, Lonnie tugged at a pinch of her faded dress. The fabric, different shades of blue, had seen better days. She suddenly wished she hadn’t been so eager to stay behind.

Publisher's Description

Night’s chill tickled her skin. Lonnie pressed her hands together and glanced up. He was even more handsome up close. Having grown up the shy, awkward daughter of Joel Sawyer, she’d hardly spoken to any boy, let alone the one who had mothers whispering warnings in their daughter’s ears and fathers loading shotguns.

Pretty Lonnie Sawyer is shy and innocent, used to fading into the background within her family, and among the creeks and hollows of the Appalachian hills. Though her family is poor and her father abusive, she clings to a quiet faith.  But when handsome ladies’ man and bluegrass musician Gideon O’Riley steals a kiss, that one action seals her fate.

Her father forces her into a hasty marriage with Gideon—a man she barely knows and does not love. Equally frustrated and confused by his new responsibilities, Gideon yearns for a fresh start, forcing  Lonnie on an arduous journey away from her home in Rocky Knob.

Her distant groom can’t seem to surrender his rage at the injustice of the forced matrimony or give Lonnie any claim in his life.  What will it take for Gideon to give up his past, embrace Lonnie’s God, and discover a hope that can heal their two fractured hearts?

Gideon only ever cared about himself. Now that Lonnie is his wife, will he ever be worthy of her heart?

Author Bio

Married to her first sweetheart, Joanne Bischof lives in the mountains of Southern California where she keeps busy making messes with their home-schooled children. When she’s not weaving Appalachian romance, she’s blogging about faith, writing, and the adventures of country living that bring her stories to life. Be Still My Soul is her first novel.


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Wow Almost a YEAR?

Wow has it really been that long since I wrote. YUP it really has. LOL It has been so crazy lately and I have just forgotten I even had a blog. (well it happened) :} I read the last of Allie Burke's Books ..which was released in April and not Feb :( .. Amber Passion and oh my gosh..... It was the best of the trilogy I think..... The enchanters series By Allie Burke  is available in mobi and epub and Yes I think you can get them on paperback. Although I haven't opened a paper book for over two years now. I love my nook.... and Wanting to get a nook color next. I am not much of a blogger so if anyone PLEASE ANYONE give me hints or point out stupid stuff I would love to hear from ya.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Allie Burke

If you haven't had the pleasure to read Allie Burke's books omg you are so missing out. I found Violet Midnight and read 5 pages and was hooked. I read it in like 2 hours and then I had to hurry to B&N to buy the next one which is Emerald Destiny. Now (heavy sigh) I am waiting for the last book ( I know this is sad, Too!) for Amber Passions due out on Feb 14th 2012. She is a truly talented writer and I am anxiously waiting for her book... so what to do with my time while waiting.......Hmmmm read everything I can get my hands on or hehe into my nook. Thanks for Stopping