New release by Jennifer Wilck

Today, I’m welcoming guest author Jennifer Wilck. Isn’t this the cutest cover?

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Benjamin Cohen, widowed father of six-year-old Jessie, is doing his best to hold it together through order and routine. The last thing he needs is his matchmaker mother to set him up with her next door neighbor, no matter how attractive she is.

Rachel Schaecter’s dream of becoming a foster mother is right within her grasp, until her meddlesome neighbor tries to set her up with her handsome son. What’s worse? He’s the father of her favorite kindergarten student! She can’t afford to let anything come between her and her dream, no matter how gorgeous he may be.

Can these two determined people trust in the miracle of Hanukkah to let love and light into their lives?

 

Excerpt

Six-year-old bodies were good at many things— bouncing, hugging, and racing. Rachel was thankful they were also good at hiding her surprise. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her favorite student, and her student’s father, would be at her neighbor’s house the same night she was invited to celebrate Hanukkah.

She met the hard gaze of Jessie’s father across the room. Eyes narrowed as if he suspected her reasons for being here. His broad shoulders were stiff. His jean-clad muscular legs were spread apart in a solid stance. Square hands fisted at his sides, and one of them held a menorah. Did he plan to throw it or club someone with it?

Giving Jessie a last pat, she rose. With an arm around Jessie, she extended her other hand to her father. “Happy Hanukkah.”

“Ms. Schaecter.”

“Mr. Cohen.”

“Oh, please,” Harriet said, “Such formality between you two. Rachel, this is my son Benny. I mean Benjamin.”

Benny. Rachel filed the information away for later, along with his flushed skin at the nickname. Interesting.

“And Benjamin, this is my neighbor, Rachel. We’re not at a school event. You can call each other by your first names.” Harriet pointed at Jessie, who gripped Rachel’s hand so hard, Rachel’s fingers lost their circulation. “Except for you,” Harriet added. “You have to call her Ms. Schaecter.”

Jessie giggled. “Yes, Grandma.”

Buy Links:

 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZMQ2BWZ

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/waiting-for-a-miracle-jennifer-wilck/1134117349?ean=2940161018385

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/waiting-for-a-miracle/id1484912207

 

Author Links:

Website: http://www.jenniferwilck.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jennifer-Wilck-201342863240160/

Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2055470311366345/

Newsletter: https://www.jenniferwilck.com/contact.html#newsletter

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JWilck

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorjenniferwilck/

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jennifer-wilck

 

Author Bio

Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Guest author Mary K. Tilghman

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WHAT IS LOVE? Sensible Angela and romantic Patsy have very different points of view in LOVE LETTERS & GINGERBREAD, a historical romance set during Christmas 1831 in Annapolis. For Patsy, it’s the passion burning in her heart for faithless Vincent who fails to write after he goes away. For practical Angela, love is made up of the tasks that fill her day taking care of her mother and little sister.

Eighteen-year-old Patsy prefers pining for Vincent over paying attention to a new neighbor, William, who showers her with kindnesses. Angela considers herself too busy for suitors, until she makes the acquaintance of handsome Gordon.

Christmas will never be the same for these sisters or the men who love them.

And an excerpt–

Since this is a Christmas story, this is a scene that takes place after the disastrous Winter Ball. It’s Christmas Eve and the family is getting ready for the evening’s festivities:

Chapter 16

Christmas Eve

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Mother’s tone was sharp. She and Ella were in the parlor setting up the table for the Tannenbaum

Ella was quick with a response. “I don’t like to repeat gossip. But I thought you might want to be prepared. I was thinking of the girls.”

 Angela could hear the argument all the way in the kitchen where she and Patricia were stringing popcorn to wind around the tree. Her curiosity got the best of her and she left her sister to stroll as nonchalantly as she could into the parlor. After all, they could be talking about her or Gordon. 

She strolled in, trying to effect a cool demeanor. “What gossip?”

Angela didn’t like the troubled look on her mother’s face. 

“I better get the nuts and apples.” Ella rushed away, her lips pursed. 

Angela picked up a cookie to hang on a limb. “Has something happened, Mother?” 

Her mother waved away the question with her hand. “It’s probably nothing.” 

“Let me decide if it’s nothing. It has you bothered.”

Mother turned to look at Angela, though she did not reply. 

“Has something happened?” Angela disliked repeating the question but all she could think of was what the town wags might be saying after that scene at the ball. And she knew the news of Vincent’s impending marriage must be racing through parlors all over Annapolis. She hated the idea of either her sister or her being the topic of local gossip.

Her mother took a chair by the fireplace. “Sit down, dear.” 

Memorial Day in a small town

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Life in a small town can be pridictable, but sometimes that’s a good thing. Every year on Memorial Day, our Veterans of Foreign Wars post holds a ceremony to honor those who have lost their lives in the service of our beloved nation.

The VFW Commander reads some material that I am guessing is supplied by the national organization. There is always an honor guard in uniform, very solemn as they march in carrying flags.  The past couple of years, there has been one woman as part of this honor guard. This makes me very proud somehow.

Since it is so hot around these parts, the beginning of the ceremony will be held indoors. Then those who are able follow the honor guard outside for a three gun salute and Taps. I confess I am moved to tears whenever I hear Taps. Our post uses a recording, not a live bugler, but it gets me every time anyway.

At the conclusion, everyone goes back inside for a luncheon. It is a potluck, and the tables are always overflowing with yummy dishes. I am planning to bake a cake later today to take with me tomorrow.

Whatever your plans are for the rest of this holiday weekend, I hope you will take some time to remember what the day is really about and offer up a prayer of thanks.

 

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Easter traditions

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Are you a Peeps fan? To me, Easter would not be complete without these little critters. I currently have a package in the freezer, so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat them ahead of time.

I didn’t hard boil any eggs this year, but I often pull these out for table decorations on Easter.

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The two on top in this basket are actual uncooked eggs with the insides blown out before decorating. The others are wooden. No, I did not make any of them myself. I am nowhere near skilled enough to achieve such an artform. These are known as pysanky. This is a Ukrainian custom using wax, similar to batik, to create the elaborate designs.

I’d love to hear about your traditions. In the comments, tell me how you celebrate this holiday.