Uncategorized
-
Winner!
Congratulations to Tonya for winning a copy of Miss Match by Sara Mills!
The sun is shining here in Oregon. I can’t explain how nice it is to see the sun after months of grey. Only six more days and my baby will be eight years old. Every year the weather has turned nice for her birthday and we’ve been able to BBQ but this year rain is predicted. I sure hope they’re wrong.Have a great day and read a good book.Christina -
Sara Mills
Last September I had the opportunity to meet Sara Mills at the ACFW conference. We sat together at the banquet and laughed about the music from the reception in the adjacent room. Sara is one of those people that you hope you have the chance to get to know better.
I was shocked last week when I got the news that Sara’s husband had a heart attack at only forty years old and passed away. Please join me in praying for Sara and her three young children. I can’t even imagine the pain that they must be experiencing.Sara is a tremendous author. Her first book, Miss Fortune, starts the tale of Allie Fortune, private investigator in the 1940s. The series continues with the newly released, Miss Match. Please consider ordering one or both of these titles. You won’t be disappointed.**** The first person to order Miss Fortune and leave a comment saying you’ve made the purchase, will win a copy of Miss Match. Make sure to leave me your email address in the comment.Miss Fortune – They Call Her the P.I. Princess. It’s 1947 and Allie Fortune is the only female (and probably the best) private investigator in New York City.Her work is a welcome distraction from her own past and she’s just been hired on by a client who isn’t telling the whole truth. Mary Gordon’s claims of innocence don’t fit with her ransacked apartment, being shot at, and the two Soviet agents hot on her trail.Meanwhile the FBI is working the case because a legendary and mysterious treasure has gone missing again. The only catch for Allie is her new “partner” Jack, an attractive, single agent who knows how to make her smile.As Allie and Jack chase after the gold they must contend with the Soviets who also want the priceless treasure back-after all, they stole it fair and square.Miss Match – FBI agent Jack O’Connor receives a letter from Maggie, a woman he used to love, saying she’s in trouble in Berlin. The FBI refuses to get involved, so Jack asks Allie Fortune to help him investigate. Allie and Jack pose as a missionary couple who want to bring orphans back to the United States.A child finds important documents that everyone in the city—Soviets and allies alike—want for themselves. Maggie refuses to tell Jack what the documents are, saying if things go wrong, they are better off not knowing.
Through the course of the search, Allie’s past has been brought back to her, half a world away from home.
-
Pay Day
Exciting news came in the mailbox today. Okay, it really wasn’t news. I signed the contract eight months ago but today I receive a check. Not just any check but my very first payment as a writer. Yep. I still can’t believe it. We’re not talking million dollar advance here but I’m thrill non-the-less. It’s not really about the money, it’s just very rewarding to have someone say my work is worth paying for. So, stop what you’re doing and take a moment to join me in a little happy dance.Have a great day!Christina -
March Widow
It is officially March. Each year I look forward to March because the flower start to poke their colorful heads out of the soil and there are always a few bright sunny days. About two weeks into March the harsh reminder of what the month means to the rest of my family sets in.March Madness.
This disease has spread rampantly through our home. I seem to be the only one immune. Of course it may be that I’ve avoided the dreaded germ solely from lack of exposure. My dear husband is so distracted that he went to the store last night to pick up some creamer for my coffee he lost it somewhere before getting it to the refrigerator. Seriously, did he stop at any of your homes last night to discuss the games? Maybe my creamer is in your fridge.As I write this my oldest son and oldest daughter (14 and 9) are at the table pouring over last years tournament results and speculating as to who will be victorious this year. I’ve lost the next generation.So, as we move on to spring, I stand alone. Think of me. Stop by. Give me a call.It should be a good writing opportunity!




