21 February, 2019

A minute to death by Ganga Bharani - [Book Review]

Book Details:

Title : A minute to death part 1 & Part 2
Author : Ganga Bharani
Genre :thriller
Length of the book : 105 pages(part 1), 104 pages (part 2)
Source : A free copy that I won in some giveaway


Blurb:

Young, vivacious and an aspiring writer, Riya wants nothing more from her longtime crush/boyfriend than to let her in on one of his exciting investigations. After all, what better source material for a book than a real-life tragedy? 

A no-nonsense veteran cop, Rohan picks a case of probable suicide to satisfy Riya’s needs. Little does he know that there is more to this case than meets the eye. 


What made the victim hang herself at the break of dawn? What is the secret that her group of friends is hiding? Will Riya be able to salvage a workable plot for her upcoming novel out of this case of seemingly simple suicide?


Purchase Link:
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My Review :


This is a thrilling investigation story of 2 suicides in the town by a cop Rohan and his girlfriend Riya. The story is interesting with twists,  turns and clues leading to the cause of death. 

What I liked?

The thrill factor is great. The clues and deductions are good and make us analyze and think about the case. The characters are cool. Rohan as a handsome and smart cop and Riya as a bubbly writer are interesting. The story flows smoothly and the mystery is maintained till the end. I loved the plot so much that I purchased the part 2 of the kindle copy immediately after finishing the first part. 

I heard great reviews about this book before starting the book itself and thus my expectations are high. This book met all my expectations. 


The only downside is the mistakes/ spelling errors. This book might have been reviewed before publishing.

One more thing that I didn't like is that the intelligent Riya might not have chosen that path for fame. Her decision doesn't match to her personality and there would have been some justification about this in the book, which is not there. I cannot talk more as I don't want to reveal anything for new readers.

My Rating : 4.5/5


I would recommend this book to all readers who like short thrillers/ fast-paced reads.


About the Author:


Ganga Bharani Vasudevan is the author of 'Just you, me and a secret', and Plot Engine, among many others. 
Her short films 'Tiny Steps' and 'Candles' won the Best Film Award and Special Mention Award in an international film festival. She was awarded 'Best Urban Chennai Blogger Award'. 
She is now writing a script for an Indian Feature film that will be released in the year 2017.

Website: http://gangabharani.com/ 


Until next time, 


20 February, 2019

Made in Italy by Laura Morelli - Book Spot Light



Book Details:



Book Title: Made in Italy by Laura Morelli

Category: Adult Non-fiction, 161 pages

Genre: Travel, History, Art

Publisher: Authentic Arts Publishing

Release date: Jan, 2019

Tour dates: Feb 11 to March 8, 2019

Content Rating: G



Book Description:



Richly painted maiolica ceramics from Tuscany. Supple Florentine leather. The cameos of Naples and the Amalfi Coast. Parmigiano-Reggiano, the king of cheeses. Jaw-dropping glass from the island of Murano.



MADE IN ITALY takes you on a complete tour of the dazzling artisanal legacy of Italy, uncovering off-the-beaten-path destinations and one-of-a-kind, hidden workshops where everything from leather bags to gilded frames are turned out completely by hand, piece by piece.



This book includes instructions for getting a free copy of the companion guide, ARTISANS OF ITALY, with complete, continually updated listings of Laura's personally recommended shops and artisans across Italy.



Laura Morelli, art historian and trusted guide in the world of cultural travel and authentic shopping, leads you behind the tourist traps to discover some of Italy's most traditional arts.



Laura holds a Ph.D. in art history from Yale University and shares how, what, and where to buy; hints on recognizing quality and authenticity; and tips for bringing home the artisanal treasures of Italy in your suitcase.



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Meet the Author:



LAURA MORELLI holds a Ph.D. in art history from Yale University, has taught college students in the U.S. and in Italy, and currently produces art history lessons for TED-Ed. She authored a column for National Geographic Traveler called “The Genuine Article” and has contributed pieces about art and authentic travel to CNN Radio, The Frommers Travel Show, and in USA TODAY, Departures, and other media.



Laura is the author of the Authentic Arts guidebook series that includes the popular book Made in Italy. Her fiction brings the stories of art history to life. Her debut novel, The Gondola Maker, won an IPPY for Best Historical Fiction and a Benjamin Franklin Award.



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19 February, 2019

Opposite Poles Attract #vdayblogtrain #ShortStory

Radha is studious, ambitious with only one goal in her mind from her childhood - to take care of her parents well. She is from the middle-class family and she is practical. 

While all their relatives thought a girl is a burden, she wanted to prove them wrong by earning a good name and making their parents proud. 

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Rakesh is born in a rich family but raised with moral values by his loving parents. He doesn't know the problems of the world but he is sensitive and kind to his friends and family.

Money is never a problem in his life and he never knew financial planning/ sticking to budgets.

Life is smooth for him. He is an intellectual and smart student.

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Radha is multi-talented. She excelled in music and always won prizes in competitions.  As usual, in her second year of engineering, she attended Youth festivals representing their college for music. 

While Rakesh doesn't know anything about arts, he is good at winning prizes in debate competitions. He also participated in that year's youth festivals.

Radha and Rakesh's colleges were given accommodation next to each other. Radha met Rakesh for the first time when Radha is running to hospital taking her injured friend. Rakesh just jumped in when she needed help with searching for a hospital and managing her sick friend in an unknown city. 

But, they both don't know that destiny will make them meet again. 

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5 years passed. 

Both forgot each other, both settled into their dream jobs in different cities.

When Rakesh's profile came up from their parents for an alliance, Radha immediately recognized him. Radha always believed that Arranged marriage is a gamble and only a few lucky people will win a lottery (aka a decent husband). 

Rakesh is not even interested in marriage at that time but with parent's force, he went with his family to Radha's home and instantly recognized her. 

They both talked for some time but they were not sure if they are a good match.

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Radha and Rakesh's families liked each other and now, they are waiting for their children's decision. 

They both agreed hesitantly and the marriage preparations started.

Even though Radha didn't know much about him, she fell for his looks and she also knew his kindness and helping nature from youth festivals.

Though it was not a love at first sight, they both tried to learn more about each other. The late-night phone calls extended till 2 am. 

They were amazed at how different they both are from each other! 

While Radha is studious, Rakesh is an average but smart student. 

Radha is good at financial planning and prepares budgets, but Rakesh spends money lavishly.

Radha doesn't care much about her looks and prefers not to spend money on clothes and beauty parlors. Rakesh always gives preference to maintain a good look by using the best clothes and colors that suit him.

Radha is introvert and loves reading, whereas Rakesh is extrovert and always likes spending time with people.

Radha loves to listen to music whereas Rakesh doesn't know anything about music. While Rakesh loves sports, Radha never enjoyed watching sports or playing.

Radha is a vegetarian and Rakesh is foody and non-vegetarian. 


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At last, they are tied in wedlock and you know what? They lived happily ever after.

Radha and Rakesh enjoyed their differences, accepted that their tastes are different, both adjusted to some extent, respected each other and more than anything else, they kept their love ahead of their egos in all circumstances.




This story is fiction but completely based on real-life experiences. 

Let me tell you from my own experience, It doesn't matter that all tastes/ interest match for a couple. 

A relationship works with love, trust, and respect. 
If these 3 ingredients are present in the recipe of your relationship, I am sure it tastes great and sustains long.

Don't you agree?

Let me know in comments - what do you think about the opposite poles attracting each other.

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This post is a part of the Valentine’s Day blog train hosted by www.prernawahi.com www.vartikasdiary.com, sponsored by ShilpSa, Kalpavriksha farms & Neha from @bloggingmadeeasier 

I chose to write for the prompt - Opposites attract, great minds think alike – what type of couple are you?




18 February, 2019

Ultimate Mindfulness Activity Book by Christian Bergstrom - Book Blitz




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150 Playful Mindfulness Activities for Kids and Teens (and Grown-Ups too!)


Non-Fiction, Children, Teens
Published: January 2019


Kick-start and sustain a fun mindfulness practice with kids and teens.


“This book makes it easy and is a must-have for every parent and teacher!” – Denise Besic, Mother and Teacher


Give kids lasting life skills to de-stress and calm down, navigate difficult emotions, control impulses, focus on what matters, and nurture empathy, kindness, and joy.


In Ultimate Mindfulness Activity Book you will find:


    150+ playful mindfulness activities

    Tools for calm, focus, joy, kindness, and emotional intelligence and regulation

    A 21-step guide to kick-start and sustain your practice together

    Inspirational examples of how mindfulness makes positive change

    Easy to understand explanations on how to explain mindfulness to kids and youth

    A FREE audio course for grown-ups and more



About the Author

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Chris is the founder of BlissfulKids.com, a blog dedicated to children's mindfulness, and a dad who is thrilled to practice mindfulness with his son. He is a certified mindfulness facilitator and trained to teach mindfulness to students in K-12. He's also an executive consultant and has taught meditation for more than 15 years.




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16 February, 2019

Show the Love, Save a School #ProjectWhy

We have been forwarding multiple messages through WhatsApp or Facebook and sharing to all our friends about the Valentine's day but if there is one message that it's worthy to share is this.

I am happy to share these details about Project Why via a blogathon hosted by Damayanti, a fellow blogger.  




This is about a group of children at Okhla Industrial area in  New Delhi who used to live near railway tracks and since they didn't have a school, sometimes they are often targeted by local mafia who would use them to steal from the goods trains. Two extraordinary women - Sophia and Pushpa took the challenge of starting a small school for these underprivileged kids in a tent replacing the garbage dump. Slowly, this small initiative by Project Why grew with 100 children getting education there and now the Okhla center has class XII! 




Today, this center has 300 children getting education from 12 dedicated teachers. But, the Okhla center funding is coming to an end in March and so, they are in a danger of closing. 

Mithu Mandal lost his legs to polio at the age of 3 and was never interested in formal education.

At Project WHY, he not only learned about computers but became good enough to teach children how to use them.

PROJECT WHY ACTIVITIES

Project WHY is a flagship programme of Sri Ram Goburdhun Charitable Trust, which provides educational support to underprivileged children. This non-profit, after-school support programme goes beyond academics, to include life skills and all-around development.

Project WHY reaches out to 1200 children and 160 women.

Since 2005, Project WHY runs a computer education programme. Mithu started as a student, worked his way up to being a teacher’s aide, and then took over as the computer teacher.


If you would like to help Save this school, please help through the below fundraiser. Every penny counts!

Here is the link for the fundraiser. 
Donate now

Until next time,

Tree on a snowy day #ThursdayTreeLove

Know that somewhere deep within the tree of winter there is still the life that produced last spring's beautiful leaves. 
- Madame Jeanne Guyon



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Linking to #ThursdayTreeLove hosted by Parul.

14 February, 2019

Valentine's Day Blast!

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WELCOME TO THE VALENTINE'S DAY BLAST! 

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13 February, 2019

Going home by Judith Keim - Release Blitz



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Chandler Hill Inn Series, Book 1
Women's Fiction
Date Published:February 13, 2019
Publisher: Wild Quail Publishing

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In 1970, Violet Hawkins’ only wish at eighteen is to escape her life in the Dayton, Ohio, foster-care system and make her way to the west coast to enjoy a mellow life and find the love she’s been missing all her life. She makes it to San Francisco, but soon learns she needs a job if she’s to live properly. A kind, young man named Kenton Chandler offers her a sandwich and a job at his father’s inn and vineyards. With nothing to lose, Lettie takes him up on his offer and begins a whole new life in the Willamette Valley, Oregon. She immediately falls in love with the land and is fascinated with the idea of growing grapes in order to make wines. She, Kenton, and Rafe Lopez become friends as she learns about running the small inn on the property.

At the same time she marries Kenton, a stroke kills his father. And then before she can tell Kenton she’s pregnant, he dies in an automobile accident. Heartbroken and burdened with the gift of the Chandler Hill Inn and Winery, she’s left with the task of making them a success. Struggling to raise a child alone while working to grow the business, Lettie makes a shocking discovery that changes everything.


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Excerpt


CHAPTER ONE



Some people’s lives unfold in the most unusual ways.

In 1970, the only things Violet Hawkins wanted for her eighteenth birthday were to escape the Dayton, Ohio, foster-care system in which she’d been raised and to make her way to San Francisco. There, she hoped to enjoy a mellow lifestyle and find the love that had always been absent in her life.

                Though she made it to San Francisco easily enough, she soon discovered she couldn’t afford a clean, safe place in which to settle down. At first, it hadn’t seemed to matter. Caught up in the excitement and freedom of living in a large city where free love and openness to so many things reigned, she almost forgot about eating and sleeping. One couch, one futon was as good as any other as long as grass or other drugs were available, and others didn’t mind giving her a place to sleep. But after spending four months there, the dollars she’d carefully saved, which had seemed so many in Dayton, were nothing but a mere pittance in a city where decent living was too expensive for her. She took to wandering the streets with her backpack until she came upon a friendly group willing to give her a sleeping space inside or a bite to eat.

                One June day, feeling discouraged, she’d just sunk down onto the steps outside a row house when a young man emerged.  

                He smiled down at her. “Tired?”

                She was more than tired. She was exhausted and hungry. “Looking for work. I need to eat.”

                He gave her a long, steady, blue-eyed look. “What’s your name?”

                “Violet Hawkins. But call me Lettie.”

                His eyebrows shot up. “With all that red hair, no flowery name for you?”

                She shook her head. She’d always hated both her hair and her name. The red in her hair was a faded color, almost pink, and the name Violet indicated a delicate flower. She’d never had the luxury of being the least bit frail. 

                He sat down beside her and studied her. “You don’t look like the hippie type. What are you doing in a place like this?”

                “On my eighteenth birthday, I left Dayton, Ohio, to come here. It sounded like a great plan—all this freedom.”

                “How long have you been here?”

                “Four months. I thought it would be different. I don’t know … easier, maybe.”

                He got to his feet. “How about I fix you a sandwich, and then I’ll tell you about a job, if you want it. It’s at a vineyard in Oregon. I’m heading there later today.”         

                Her glance slid over his well-built body, rugged facial features, and clean, shoulder-length, light-brown hair. He didn’t fit into the usual crowd she’d been with, which made her cautious. “Who are you? And why would you do this for me?”

                “Kenton Chandler.” His lips curved into the same warm smile he’d given her earlier. “I’m heading to Oregon, and, frankly, I could use the company. Keeps me from falling asleep.”

                “Yeah? And what is this vineyard?”

                He shrugged. “A couple of years ago, my dad bought a small inn with 75 acres in the Willamette Valley south of Portland. He’s planted most of the land with grapes. He doesn’t know that much about making wine and wants me to learn. That’s why I’m in San Francisco. I’ve been working at a vineyard in Napa Valley just north of here, learning the ropes.” He grinned. “Or maybe I should say, learning the vines.”

                “What kind of sandwich?” she asked, warming toward him and his wacky humor. Her stomach rumbled loud enough for them both to hear it. 

“How does ham and Swiss sound?” he said, giving her a knowing look.    

“Okay.” Lettie didn’t want him to think she couldn’t manage on her own. That was dangerous. She’d learned it the hard way, fighting off a guy who thought he could have her just because he gave her a puff of weed. She’d been careful ever since to stay away from situations and guys like that.

“Well?” He waved her toward the door.

Lettie checked to see if others were within hearing range if she needed them. Plenty of people were hanging around nearby. Thinking it was safe, Lettie climbed the stairs behind Kenton. He didn’t know about the knife tucked into one of the pockets of her jeans.

Inside, she found the same kind of contrast between this clean house and others she’d been in. It wasn’t sparkling clean, but it was tidier than most.

He led her into the kitchen. “Sit down. It’ll only take me a minute to make your sandwich.” He handed her a glass of water. “Mustard? Mayo?”

“Both,” she replied primly, sitting down at a small pine table in the eating area of the room.

She sat quietly, becoming uncomfortable with the idea that he was waiting on her. She wasn’t used to such a gesture. She was usually the one waiting on others both in her foster home and at the church where she’d spent hours each week attending services and events with her foster family. Thinking of them now, a shiver raced across her shoulders like a frightened centipede. It had been her experience that supposedly outstanding members of a church weren’t always kind to those they’d taken into foster care primarily for the money.

“Ready!” said Kenton, jarring her out of thoughts of the past. He placed a plate with the sandwich in front of her and took a seat opposite her.

She lifted the sandwich to her face and inhaled the aroma of the ham. Keeping her eyes on Kenton, she bit into the bread, savoring the taste of fresh food.

He beamed at her with satisfaction when she quickly took another bite.

“Who lives here? Lettie asked.

“A friend of mine,” said Kenton. His gaze remained on her. “You don’t look eighteen.”

She swallowed, and her breath puffed out with dismay. “But I am.”

“And you’re not into drugs and all the free-love stuff everyone talks about?”

Lettie shook her head.  “Not really. I tried weed a couple of times, but it wasn’t for me.” Her strict upbringing had had a greater influence on her than she’d thought.

“Good. Like I said, if you want to ride to Oregon with me, there’s a job waiting for you at the Chandler Hill Inn. We’re looking for help. It would be a lot better than walking the streets of Haight-Ashbury. Safer too.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And if I don’t like it?”

He shrugged. “You can leave. One of the staff recently left for L.A. That’s why my father called me to ask if I knew anyone who could come and work there. You’re my only choice.”

Lettie’s heart pounded with hope. Acting as nonchalant as she could, she said, “Sounds like something I’d like to try.”

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The ride to Oregon was mostly quiet as an easy camaraderie continued between them. Kenton answered any questions she had about him, the inn, and the way he thought about things. Lettie was surprised to learn he hadn’t joined in a lot of the anti-war protests. 

“My best friend died in ’Nam. He believed in serving our country. I want to honor him,” he said to Lettie.

“A boy in my high school was drafted. His parents weren’t happy about it.”  

                “Well, if I’m drafted, I’m going,” Kenton said. “I don’t want to, but I will. I don’t really have a choice.”

                As they talked, they agreed that John Wayne was great in the movie True Grit.

“And I love the Beatles,” said Lettie.

“Yeah, me too. Too bad they just broke up.”

“And what about the new group, The Jackson 5?” Lettie said.

“They’re great.  And I like Simon and Garfunkel and their music too.”

At one point, Lettie turned to Kenton. “Sometimes you seem so serious, like an old man. How old are you, anyway?”

                He gave her a sheepish look. “Twenty-two.”

                They shared a laugh, and in that moment, Lettie knew she’d found a person with whom she could be herself.

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                Lettie woke to someone shaking her shoulder. She stared into the blue-gray eyes of a stranger and stiffened.

“Lettie, we’re here,” said a male voice.

As she came fully awake, she realized Kenton was talking to her.

“Here at Chandler Hill?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She looked out through the windshield of the Ford Pinto and gaped at the huge, white-clapboard house sitting on the top of a knoll like a queen overlooking her realm.

Lettie scrambled out of the car and stood gazing at the clean lines of the two-story building. Across the front, four windows offset by green shutters were lined up with identical windows below. Beneath a small, protective, curved roof, glass panels bracketed a wide front door, welcoming guests. To one side, a two-story wing had been added to the house.

Green, leafy bushes offset by an assortment of colorful flowers she didn’t recognize softened the front of the building. As she walked closer, she realized between the main house and the addition a small, stone patio and private garden had been installed.

“Come on in,” said Kenton. “There’s a beautiful view from the back porch.”

Feeling as if she were Alice in a different kind of Wonderland, Lettie entered the house. As she tiptoed behind Kenton, her gaze darted from the polished surfaces of furniture to gilt-edged mirrors to a massive floral bouquet sitting on a large dining-room table. It all seemed so grand.

Kenton led her to a wide porch lining the back of the house. Observing the rolling land before her and, in the distance, the hills crouching in deepening colors of green, Lettie’s breath caught. The sun was rising, spreading a gold topping on the hills like icing on cake.

“Nice, huh?”

Lettie smiled and answered, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so peaceful.”

At the sound of footsteps behind her, she whirled around.

A tall, gray-haired man with striking features similar to Kenton’s said, “Welcome home, son.”

They shook hands, and then the older gentleman turned to her. “And who is this?”

Shy, she stared at the man who seemed so familiar to her.

Kenton nudged Lettie.

Minding her manners, Lettie held out her hand as she’d been taught. “Lettie Hawkins. I’ve come for a job.” A niggling feeling kept her eyes on him longer than necessary. When she could no longer stop herself, she blurted, “Aren’t you Rex Chandler, the movie star?”

He smiled. “Yes, I am. But I’ve changed professions.”

Lettie held back a chuckle of delight. A friend’s mother had privately adored him.

“Why don’t the two of you come into the kitchen,” said Rex. “Mrs. Morley will want to talk to Lettie, and I need to talk to you, Kenton.”

As Lettie followed the men into the kitchen, a woman hurried toward them, crying, “Kenton! Kenton! You’re home at last!”

Laughing, Kenton allowed the woman to hug him. “You’d think I’ve been gone a year, Mrs. Morley.”

“You almost were,” she said, smiling and pinching his cheek. “And look at you! More handsome than ever.”

Looking as if he couldn’t wait for her to focus her attention elsewhere, Kenton said, “Mrs. Morley, I’d like you to meet Lettie Hawkins. She’s here for a job.”

Mrs. Morley’s gaze settled on Lettie. “So, you like to work?”

“She likes to eat,” said Kenton, bringing a smile to Mrs. Morley’s full face.

“By the looks of it, Lettie, you could use more food,” said Mrs. Morley. “Let’s you and I talk about what kind of jobs you could do around here. I’m short-handed at the moment.”

Kenton and Rex left the kitchen.

Mrs. Morley waved Lettie over to a desk in a small alcove in the kitchen. After lowering her considerable bulk into a chair, Mrs. Morley faced her. Her green eyes exuded kindness as she studied Lettie. Her gray-streaked brown hair was pulled back from her face and banded together in a ponytail, giving Lettie a good look at her pleasing features.  

“Have a seat, dear.”

 Lettie sat in the chair indicated for her and clutched her hands. After seeing the small inn and the beautiful countryside, she desperately wanted the job.

“Where are you from, Lettie? And why in the world do you want to work here in the country? I’d think a pretty, young girl like you would want to be in a city having fun.” 

Lettie paused, unsure how to answer her. She’d thought she’d like living in the city, being free to do whatever she wanted. But after four months of doing just that, the excitement had worn off. She liked to know where she was going to sleep at night and when she’d next eat.

 “Maybe I’m just a country girl at heart,” she answered lamely. Her two best friends at home would scoff at her, but right now, that’s how she felt.

“Well, that’s what you’ll be if you stay on. A lot of activity is taking place around here, what with people buying up turkey farms and the like, turning them into vineyards, but it is country. I hope it always will be.” She leaned forward. “Know anything about cooking? Cleaning?”

“Yes,” said Lettie. “I used to do both in my foster home. I was the oldest of eight kids there.”

“Eight? My land, that’s a lot of kids to take in,” said Mrs. Morley.

“It’s a lot of money,” Lettie said, unable to hide her disgust. “That’s why they did it.”

“I see,” said Mrs. Morley, studying her. “So how long have you been on your own?”

“Four months,” she replied. “I was in San Francisco when I met Kenton.”

“Such a good, young man. I’ve known him for a while now,” Mrs. Morley sighed with affection. “You’re lucky he found you. Why don’t we start in housekeeping, see how it goes, and then maybe you can give me a hand in the kitchen.”

“Okay,” Lettie said, jumping to her feet. “Where should I put my things? I need to get them from the car.”

Mrs. Morley gave her an approving look. “I like your eagerness. Let me show you to your room and then I’ll give you a tour.”

The north half of the front of the house consisted of a large, paneled dining room she’d seen earlier. The long mahogany table that sat in the middle of the room held seats for twelve. A summer flower arrangement consisted of pink roses and pink hydrangeas interspersed with white daisies and sat in a cut-glass vase in the middle of the table. Along one wall, above a service counter, an open cupboard made of dark wood stored coffee mugs, extra wine goblets, and water glasses. A coffee maker and a burner holding a pot of hot water sat on the marble counter. A bowl of sugar, a pitcher of cream, and a dish of lemon slices were displayed nearby. At the other end of the counter, a large plate of homemade, chocolate-chip cookies invited guests to take one.

“How many guests do you usually have?” Lettie asked.

“We have six guest rooms, so we have as many as twelve people for the breakfast we serve. During the day, people come and go on their own, tasting wine at nearby vineyards or sightseeing. We offer a simple dinner to those not wishing to travel to restaurants at night.” A look of pride crossed Mrs. Morley’s face. “Sometimes my husband, Pat, grills out, or Rita Lopez cooks up Mexican food. Guests like these homestyle meals. In fact, we’re becoming known for them.”

Lettie’s mouth watered. It all sounded so good.

Mrs. Morley led her to a sideboard, opened its drawers, and gave her a smile. “Let’s see how well you polish silver.”

Later, after being shown how, Lettie was working on the silverware when Kenton walked into the kitchen.

“Well? Are you going to stay?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lettie said with determination. The whole time she’d been cleaning the silver she’d been able to gaze at the rolling hills outside. This, she’d decided, is where she wanted to be. It felt so right.




About the Author

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Judith Keim was born and raised in Elmira, New York, and now makes her home in Idaho with her husband and their two dachshunds, Winston and Wally, and other members of her family.

Growing up, books were always present being read, ready to go back to the library, or about to be discovered. Information from the books was shared in general conversation, giving all of us in the family wealth of knowledge and a lot of imagination. Perhaps that is why I was drawn to the idea of writing stories early on. I particularly love to write novels about women who face unexpected challenges and meet them with strength.

A hybrid author who both has a publisher and who self-publishes, Ms. Keim writes heart-warming stories of strong women who face challenges and find love and happiness along the way. Her books are based, in part, on many of the places she's lived or visited and on the interesting people she's met, creating believable characters and realistic settings her many, loyal readers love.


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