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Looking for a Christmas gift for the young adult in your life? You know I’ll ALWAYS suggest a book! And I have one for you today, The Coronation by Livy Jarmusch. Not only is this book for a young adult, it was written by a twenty something young lady — how cool is that? Besides sharing with you a bit about the author, I’m able to also share an excerpt of her book! Make sure you read all the way to the end as her publisher is offering a Giveaway for a $20 Amazon gift card. Fun!

 

 

Excerpt of — The Coronation:

At ten o’clock sharp, Prince Addison was summoned to a downstairs parlor, a space most popularly dubbed as ‘The Courting Room.’ Addison’s crystal eyes grew wide as he was ushered inside.

Standing before him was a line of twelve ladies, all varying heights, hair colors, shades of skin, and facial features. When Deborah told him a few, he’d only expected two or three; not an entire room full!

They all curtsied upon his entrance, and Addison smiled politely. He felt as though he had stepped into the middle of a bizarre game show, like the 1970’s phenomenon, The Dating Game. He shook his head. Dazzling white teeth flashed from each flawless girl. This was too much. He turned to Deborah with pleading eyes begging to find a way out of this mess. But Deborah had her orders. She was to issue a meeting with twelve of the most well-bred, educated, classy, and beautiful young women from the guest list. All the ladies selected were from wealthy families, and believed to be solid wife material. Each girl in the room stood in an honored position. If one of these could capture the heart of the Prince, she had the chance to become Queen.

The nervous energy in that room was unparalleled to anything these young women had ever experienced before. After receiving the mind-blowing phone call late last night, some screamed with excitement, and others fainted. Hands shook in anticipation as they prepared themselves for hours, with curling irons, flat irons, cosmetics, and last-minute, midnight shopping trips. But now, no matter what great stress and torture they had put themselves (and the rest of their households) through before their encounter with the Prince, it was now forgotten. Preparation time was over. This was their moment to shine.

Addison forced a smile onto his face and began making his rounds about the room, welcoming each young lady and properly thanking her for attending. Addison’s blonde hair gently brushed just above his ears, making it the perfect length for Tarsurella’s swoon-worthy Prince. His strong, chiseled jaw and charismatic grin was too much perfection presented in one package, for the spastic fangirls to handle. But the crowning jewel of Addison’s flawless appearance was his sapphire eyes.

“Welcome,” Addison shook hands with the first girl in line, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The girl smelled strongly of hairspray and some kind of putrid, gag-worthy perfume. Addison felt as though he may be sick. He held back the cough that was surfacing.

“Thank you!” she gushed. “I’m so excited to be here! I cannot wait for the Coronation. It’s all we’ve been talking about at home. Edward Stefanick is designing my gown, and it is stunning! I can’t wait for you to see it!”

Addison kept the fake grin plastered to his face, “Ah, yes!” He pretended that her words interested him, “I’m sure it’s lovely.”

He casually inched himself closer to a nearby window and hoped to open it up without appearing too obvious. Perhaps the fall breeze would help dissipate the choking smell.

“Excuse me,” Addison smiled at another girl who stood in front of the window, “Do you mind if I just reach in here and–”

The girl’s face suddenly turned pale. She grew light headed, tossed a hand over her mouth, another on her stomach, and bolted from the room.

Addison shot a concerned glance toward Deborah. Deborah hurried out after her. Addison sighed. He felt bad for the poor girl. So many of these ladies had lost their minds over him. As flattering as it was at times to have so much attention and adoration from his female citizens, it was mostly annoying and disturbing. He knew that it came with the territory of being a Royal celebrity, but he blamed pop-culture for all the extra hype. Magazines and the media enjoyed obsessing over the bland details of Addison’s life, and reported them on the daily. Did so many people really care about what he had for breakfast that morning? Or whether he was a “cat person,” or a “dog person”? Apparently so, because the Royal fangirls excitedly ate up anything published about him. The young ladies in his Kingdom had puffed him up in their minds to be some sort of glorious fantasy. The idea of meeting the Prince made some of them go weak in the knees and lose every ounce of common sense they possessed. It was ridiculous.

“Oh my goodness!” A third girl pushed herself into Addison’s personal space and started talking, “I can’t believe that I’m actually meeting you! This is like a dream come true! When Mother told me that I would be attending your ball, I totally freaked out! I’ve been to some of your other events, like races and polo matches, and I was even at your sixteenth birthday party, but you’ve always been so busy mingling with others that we never got the chance to meet! I’m Adaline Shortmyers!”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Addison shook her hand, then another girl hopped into the conversation who smelled just like the first girl. But she was short, with jet black hair and snow-white skin. The oriental beauty reminded Addison somewhat of the Disney Princess, Mulan. Of all the Princess movies his younger sisters forced him to watch, he actually enjoyed that one.

“My name is Mim,” she spoke with a slight bow. “Your Governess, Mrs. Gram, has served my family as well.”

The fifth girl spoke up. “I wasn’t aware that the practice of having in-home governesses was still a thing in Tarsurella.” Addison remembered her from the profiles. Her name was Sapphire, and Addison thought the name suited her well. Her dazzling blue eyes sparkled and danced as she spoke, and she didn’t throw her words around nervously like the others had. The British girl presented herself with elegance, and grace. Her accent was quite captivating.

“Of course!” Mim replied. “I would guess that everyone in this room has been greatly influenced by the perks of a governess. At least, those who know how to conduct themselves in the presence of Royalty.” Mim’s comment was throwing some serious shade at the girl who had nearly thrown-up on Addison’s shoes.

“Isn’t that comment a little harsh?” A brunette from the other side of the room spoke up. All eyes darted across to her. “I didn’t have a governess; does that mean I shouldn’t be here?” She spoke with a flicker of sass and passion. Addison was surprised by her casual attire. She was the only one in the room who wasn’t flaunting a designer dress, high heels, and diamond jewelry. Her simple summer dress looked like something a normal person would wear on any other regular old day. Addison found it refreshing.

“Oh, you poor dear!” Sapphire called to her. “However, then, did you learn to prepare for social events and gatherings such as these?”

The spunky brunette fought back a laugh, but her brown eyes still showed it. “I learned everything you could possibly need to know about attending Royal functions from watching the Princess Diaries. Queen Clarisse is like a Royal Jedi-Ninja Master. I took lots of notes.” She winked.

Only a few of the girls laughed. The rest of them frowned at her.

Addison cocked his head, not at all sure who this girl was. “Excuse me if I’m being rude,” he crossed the room to speak with her, “but I don’t think I recognize you from the guest list.”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t,” the girl quickly explained, “I’m actually just visiting Tarsurella. I’m here at the palace on a trip with my parents, as a graduation gift. A few days ago I heard about this fundraiser the King is doing, to open up tickets to the public for your ball, in order to raise money for the homeless in Tarsurella. I thought it would be a really, uh, interesting opportunity, so I bought a ticket. I was about to fly home this morning, when last night someone invited me to this little shindig. So, yeah, that’s my slightly long and uninteresting backstory.”

“Lovely accent,” Sapphire shot a sarcastic arrow in the girl’s direction. “Tarsurella is changing so swiftly; it’s hard to keep up, isn’t it? Apparently, now American tourists can buy a lucky lottery ticket to fawn over Prince Addison for a day– what a charming little marketing plan!”

The American was all too aware of the shot of venom coming from Sapphire’s ruthless jab. Several other girls in the room turned their slithery grins upward in agreement. The outnumbered American couldn’t help but feel that she had been thrown into a pit of sparkly snakes. “Personally, I thought that a benefit to raise money for the homeless community in Tarsurella was a great idea. I’m sure I’m not the only American who finds it bitterly ironic, that one of the wealthiest nations in the world tragically allows two-and-ahalf percent of their population to be homeless and hungry as they roam drug-infested streets. Meanwhile, an abundance of Tarsurellian teens are spending thousands of dollars on their newest designer dresses and paying their uppity governesses.”

Addison almost smiled. The young woman’s comment of retaliation was brilliant. Addison was presently surprised to hear the passion behind her complaint. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Vanessa.” Her hazel eyes met his gaze. She placed uncertain hands in her flowery pockets, then removed them again, trying to remain respectful. All at once she remembered to state her last name, “Bennett.”

“It sounds as if you’ve done a lot of research about our homeless crisis,” he marveled. “What sparked your interest in Tarsurella’s humanitarian work?”

“I wouldn’t say that I am intrigued by the work you guys are doing, but more like the shamefully embarrassing lack of it.” Vanessa’s reply was cold, “I’m puzzled by the fact that such a wealthy nation hasn’t done more to provide answers for and assist those who so vitally need them.”

“My, my!” Sapphire gasped, “Those are some lofty opinions from a girl who lives in a country that is nineteen-trillion dollars in debt.”

“Girls, please!” a girl named Lilly Chesterfield spoke up. Addison recognized her.

Lilly’s fair skin was sprinkled with freckles, and her blazing red hair framed her lovely face. “Let’s not get into a heated game of ‘my country is better than your country’,” Lilly laughed. “We are not the sum of the choices our countries make. But, I’m sure we are all confident of the fact that Prince Addison is going to do a fantastic job leading Tarsurella. In fact, let’s have a toast! To Prince Addison, and the beautiful future that is in store for him and his nation!”

Addison smiled at Lilly, impressed with the gentle yet firm way she changed the subject. Addison had known Lilly for many years. Their parents had been longtime friends. Lilly lived at Chesterfield Manner, a spectacular horse farm just several miles down the road. Their family was known for breeding the most beautiful and strongest thoroughbreds in all of Tarsurella. Lilly had chatted with Addison at many local horse events in the community, such as races and polo matches. Lilly possessed a certain zest and excitement for life, horses, and being outdoors. With a sudden pang, Addison realized that Lilly reminded him far too much of his late mother.

~*~

About the Author:

Livy Jarmusch is a twenty-something author, singer, and songwriter. She enjoys crafting YA Christian fiction that is pure, lovely, inspirational, and of course, entertaining! When she’s not writing, you can usually find her playing guitar, blogging, drinking peppermint tea, connecting with new friends, planning her next trip to Disney, or pinning images of Europe and Golden Retriever Puppies.

Website: http://www.livylynnblog.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/livylynnlibrary
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/livylynnglittergirl
Twitter: https://twitter.com/livylynnmusic
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/LivyJarmusch

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The Coronation

 

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Whatcha Readin’ Wednesdays!

Whatcha Readin’ Wednesdays!

 

Happy Wednesday to you all! I hope you’ve had some time to sit and read this fall. I’m a little behind on my “To Be Read” pile myself. Today, I have something special for you. With everyone’s interest in essential oils for their many purposes and wonderful scents, I thought you’d like to know how they relate to the Bible. A brand new book, The Essense of Joy by Lynn Watson, shares all about the scents of the Bible. I’ve included the information about the book as well as a neat surprise at the end!

 

About The Book —The Essence of Joy:

 The scents of Christmas invite our imaginations into the holiday season. What emotions flood your heart when the holiday aromas waft your way?
         Did you know:
• Many favorite holiday scents like citrus, and cinnamon are found in the Bible?
• There is a rich heart connection attached to many of the plant essences found in Scripture?
• Myrrh is such an important essence, we can follow its trail from Genesis to Revelation with many significant
stops along the way?
• Women of the Bible have personal encounters with God bringing aromas of His love and joy into their lives?
• Palm branches are an important part of Biblical celebrations beginning in Genesis and ending in the ultimate beach party around the Crystal Sea? (Christmas at the beach, anyone?)
 In The Essence of Joy, you’ll meet women of the Bible and contemporary women like you and me who will encourage you to discover the refreshing essence of a life lived in the presence of Jesus. Let JOY fill your heart with the aromas of His nativity

About The Author:

Lynn Watson combines many years’ experience in women’s ministry, love of essential oils, and her passion for God’s word to bring her readers freshly inspired encouragement for their walk with Jesus. Her devotional, The Essence of Courage, was recognized as a ‘must read’ by regional publishing industry leaders. Married since 1973, Lynn and Steve have filled their Bartlett, Tennessee home with handmade treasures and lots of love for family, especially their five beautiful (of course) grandchildren. Aromas of freshly baked bread often fill Lynn’s kitchen. Jasmine, her tuxedo kitty, enjoys sleeping in Lynn’s lap while she writes .
Lynn ’ s Official Website: http://lynnuwatson.com/
Amazon & Social Media Links:

 

And to end this post on a sweet aroma – an interview with Lynn:

1. What inspired you to write Essence of Joy?
   Maybe the second question should be first. The answer to it provides insight into the inspiration for all three books in this inspirational collection. Upon completion of The Essence of Courage this one – The Essence of Joy – begged to be written. One more, The Essence of Love, is my WIP. I discovered a list of over 100 plants in the Bible. The first book,The Essence of Courage, included nine of them. The Essence of Joy introduces six more and adds further insight into frankincense, myrrh, and cinnamon. There was no way to leave those out of a Christmas devotional on aromas of the season. That makes fifteen, and leaves many others to choose from. Whichever nine are featured in The Essence of Love, I believe the third book will complete Cinnamah-Brosia’s Inspirational Collection for Women featuring the plants, spices, and oils of the Bible.
2. This is the second book in a devotional-series, what is your first book about, and why did you decide to do a sequel?
     My introduction to essential oils came thirteen years ago – way before they were cool and mainstream like they are today. The more I learned, the more fascinated I became with their connections in Scripture. God and I camped out in the locked garden verses from the Song of Solomon (Song 4:12-15) for twelve years before He released me to move forward with the book He had placed on my heart. In The Essence of Courage the attributes and aromatic influences of those nine fruits, spices, and essential oils in Solomon’s garden connect with the nine fruit of the Spirit found in Galatians, chapter five. He inspired me to create fictional characters (Cinnamah-Brosia and friends) whose stories of challenge and triumph emphasize lessons learned about the fruit of the Spirit. I invited women of the Bible who displayed the fruit of the Spirit in their lives to bring more clarity. Including other Scripture connections to each of the fruit, spices, and oils, a most unique devotional emerged.
   Once The Essence of Courage was completed, I believed more lessons awaited from other plants, fruits, spices, and oils in the Bible. We love the scents of Christmas, and often bask in nostalgic memories of Christmases past. That prompted looking into the scents of Christmas and how they may enrich our understanding of holiday traditions in light of the Bible and particularly focusing on the star of the manger, Jesus Himself.
3. In Essence of Joy, you talk a lot about scents and fragrances and the Biblical connections behind them. What is your all-time favorite scent, and why? 
   What a tough question for an aromatherapy lover! Aromas fill my home – always. . . my favorite would be a combination of orange, cinnamon, nutmeg, and spruce. Who knows? Next week it may be lemongrass.
 
4. What’s your least favorite fragrance? 
   Limburger cheese. My grandfather loved the stuff. I ran for cover when the lid came off the cheese dish. I looked it up today and learned the bacterium that creates limburger’s ‘distinctive’ odor is the same one causing body odor and particularly foot odor. Gross!
 
5. Do you have a favorite Christmas memory connected with a certain smell?
   Christmas tree – especially spruce! The smell brings back childhood memories of snow covered Christmas tree lots as our family searched for the perfect tree. I eagerly awaited our adventure each year. Like most families today, my husband and I have moved on from real trees to the artificial variety. Any opportunity to walk past a Christmas tree lot is like a breath of heaven.
 
6. What are you hoping readers will get out of Essence of Joy?
   Our sense of smell causes us to react before we think. All other senses we think first, then act. No surprise, the aromas of Christmas transport us to places and memories. I pray that readers will experience these scents in new ways – that they will smell Jesus in every one of them and be filled with His joy!
Enjoy!

Whatcha Readin’ Wednesdays!

Whatcha Readin’ Wednesdays!

Happy Wednesday everyone! On today’s Whatcha Readin’ Wednesdays!, I have something a little different for you! I have been chosen to be on a Blog Tour for a brand new book just out. Below you will find information about the book and the author. Also, in this Blog Tour, you will get an excerpt of the book – WooHoo! There is also a giveaway happening, just click on the pink link that says “A Rafflecopter Giveaway” and it will take you to the sign-ups! Enjoy!

ABOUT THE BOOK:  

When Amanda Jarvis prays that a special friend will move into the vacant house near her isolated mountain home, she isn’t upset when God sends a boy instead of a girl. But Amanda’s not the only one receiving unexpected answers to her prayers. After fleeing with his mother from an abusive father, Tyler Armstrong finds much-needed love and acceptance with Amanda’s family over the next ten years.

As high school graduation nears, Tyler is shocked when one carefree afternoon with Amanda churns up an inner turmoil he would have never imagined; he’s crushing on his best friend. And for the first time in his life he’s hiding a secret from Amanda. Convinced the timing is all wrong, Tyler pushes his feelings aside as he and Amanda prepare for the future. He will soon begin training to pursue his dream of becoming a Navy SEAL, while Amanda makes plans to spend the summer in Manhattan with her aunt and then return home to the community college.

When Amanda’s summer job catapults her into a modeling career, she readily accepts the much-needed distraction. Tyler’s impending deployment is turning her world upside down. Along with the fact that she’s falling for her best friend. And, for the first time in her relationship with Tyler, she’s hiding a secret, too.

Phoebe Garrison, Amanda’s controlling aunt, is thrilled when she is given the power to act on behalf of her underage niece. Bored with her Fortune 500 advertising agency, becoming Amanda’s manager is just what she’s been looking for to rekindle her aspirations. But as Tyler becomes aware of Phoebe’s obsession to push Amanda into supermodel status, tensions rise. As the three of them become entangled in a mass of concealed ambition and desire, each will make decisions that will send ripples of turbulence across their futures.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I began writing as a hobby while raising my two children. In 2015, I dusted off my stories and my dreams to see if I could turn my hobby into a career. My first story, Season of Hope, was inspired by summer vacations which always included a trip to Franklin, North Carolina, to visit family and explore The Smoky Mountains. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with family. I love most any activity that involves being outdoors, especially camping, hiking and spontaneous excursions to splash in the ocean. I currently live along the Emerald Coast of Florida with my cat Selah and her delightful offspring, Colby, Jack and Tuesday.

AUTHOR CONTACT LINKS:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sarajanej

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sarajanejacobs

Website: http://www.sarajanejacobs.com

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/jacobsjanesara

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/50289360-sara-jane-jacobs

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

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSpH25j4GdaoKDMXkOVNlxA

 

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  • An eBook of Season of Hope

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Season of Hope Excerpt

“Catherine, dear, I’ve booked a luxury suite at the Four Seasons in Atlanta for the last weekend of March. Can you meet me?”

Catherine smiled at the sound of her older sister on the other end of the telephone. Phoebe Garrison had always been very direct. “I’m doing fine, Phoebe. How are you?” Cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder, she finished wiping down the kitchen counter.

“If I weren’t fine I’d tell you. Just like I’d expect you to tell me if you weren’t fine. So? Can you come or do you need to check with Ephraim first?”

“Phoebe!” The sternness in Catherine’s voice made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for her sister’s rudeness.

“What? What? Isn’t it—it’s Ephraim, right?”

Catherine sighed. “It’s Ethan. And I’m not buying your act.” The sudden silence on the line caught her by surprise.

“I’m sorry.” Two words she had rarely heard from Phoebe. “Really. I was trying.”

Catherine rolled her eyes, shaking crumbs from her dishrag into the sink. “And after eighteen years of the same thing, I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Listen, Sis. I didn’t call to start a fight. I miss you. I know when you followed E…than to the mountains twenty years ago I thought you had lost your mind. I had.”

Catherine sighed, again. “Yes. You made it very clear to both of us what you thought.”

“Well, I won’t pretend that I don’t still hate it. If you could get the internet or cell phone service out on that mountain, we could keep in touch with all the modern technology. But I guess it could be worse. At least you have a landline.”

“Phoebe is this why you called? To just remind me of all the reasons why you think I should not be living the life that I’m extremely happy to be living?”

Her sister was quiet again.

“Are you still there?” Catherine found Phoebe’s behavior puzzling.

“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I’m still here. No, I did not call just to nag you. I’m sorry. The truth is, I ran into a young intern that we hired last week, and it occurred to me that I have a niece close to her age.”

“Right.” Catherine shook her head, unimpressed with Phoebe’s epiphany. She loved her sister but Phoebe’s relentless ambition, along with her disdain for Ethan, had damaged their relationship over the years. Phoebe had made one trip to Nathan’s Mountain not long after Amanda was born almost seventeen years ago. Calling it a disaster would have been an understatement. Her visit was nothing more than a long weekend of constant disapproval of Catherine’s new life “out in the boonies.” She had only agreed to meet Phoebe in Atlanta over the years because her sister was all the family Catherine had left.

“Listen, Sis, I know I’m just the aunt who sends birthday and Christmas gifts. I want to change that.”

 

If you’d like to purchase your copy, here are the book links:

Amazon:  Season of Hope (The Seasons Book 1)

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-season-of-hope-sara-jane-jacobs/1125877392?ean=2940157214357

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/708666

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Come on and let me take you on a Blog Tour!

Greetings Bloggity Friends!

Did you catch my play on words or should I say tunes in the title?  Did the title make you quickly recall the old song, “Come and let me take you on a Sea Cruise…OoEee, OoEee baby!” Oh come on and admit it, you thought of it and probably sang it, if only in your head.

I’m popping in today instead of the regular Wednesdays because I wanted to share with you where I’m hanging out today.  I’m over at my friend, Danielle’s blogsite.  I was fortunate to meet with Danielle this summer at my conference.  Those of us who came in a day early had a blast meeting up for dinner and gabbing thanks to Danielle’s diligence in organizing it.  She is a real sweetie!

Her site is part of her ministry that she has with young girls.  It was fun to speak to that age group again since I was a Youth Director of Junior/Senior High folks a few years back. I had a blast doing it and still have lots of fun and funny memories with them.  I had many opportunities to have heart to hearts with quite a few of them and I have to tell you, those were special times as well.

So, to see a different side of me than you are used to seeing here maybe, come on over where you can find me talking it up by clicking right here!  Then come back and let me know what you thought!

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I don’t know about you, but I am absolutely loving this wonderful Springtime weather in Ohio.  Yep, you read that correctly.  We should be in the 20-30’s, but have been bouncing between 30-50’s!  I. JUST. LOVE. IT!  I’m not meant to be in the cold midwest I don’t believe.  I like it warm.  Warm, not hot mind you.  However, as anyone who lives in or has lived in Ohio knows–wait a minute, the weather will change.  And that’s about to happen soon I here.  I guess we will be getting our usual snow dump by this weekend.  Sigh……
So, friends…what’s on your mind today?  Did you visit Danielle’s site?  What’s the weather in your neighborhood?  Let’s chat!
As for me, I’m counting down the days for Spring to be here and stay!
…and that’s all I have to say about that!
Tammy