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Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Book Spotlight: A Midsummer Romance by Alyssa Schwarz

About the Book:



Two friends.
One play.
And a town of meddling mothers…


When wedding planner Jess Daniels’s personal and professional life implodes on the shores of Nantucket, Wild Rose Ridge is a perfect escape. But a flood in her aunt and uncle’s basement lands her unexpectedly at the Yellow Rose B&B— a few doors down from her childhood friend’s extremely attractive brother. She’s sworn off love and all entanglements. Her heart just needs to listen.

Professor Caleb Weaver thought leaving the big city university for a teaching position in his hometown would be easy. But between helping his parents with the B&B and getting roped into the town’s community play, he has no time to himself. But when Jess is also pulled in, the late nights and weekend rehearsals don’t sound so bad.

Real life begins to mirror Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream a little too much when they are strategically cast as the main couple. Worse, when a last-minute actor is invited to the stage. Can Caleb convince Jess to take a chance on him, or will the course of true love end in tragedy?

With a touch of summer magic, anything can happen.

Excerpt:


“I’m not late for the first day of practice, am I?”

Of course, Caleb chose that exact moment to arrive.

One dangerous peek over her shoulder confirmed it. A gray T-shirt stretched across muscles he hadn’t had in high school, and where his square jaw had once been smooth, a shadow of stubble now made him look like a regular Hollywood heartthrob. Throw in his dancing skills and love for his mother, and it was a wonder he wasn’t married yet.

“We were just talking about how Jess is going to play Hermia in our production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Isn’t that great?” said Darlene.

His eyes lowered to Jess, lingering long enough for her to make out their gold and hazel flecks. “Is that so?” A corner of his mouth tilted up, and Jess thought she might keel over right at the top of the high school steps.

At least if she suffered a heart attack, the town doctor was there to help. Only the idea of anyone other than Caleb giving her mouth-to-mouth …

Wait, what was she thinking? How was she ever supposed to stand up on stage with him and pretend to be in love with him? Maybe back in high school, but that was years ago. She knew better than to fan those feelings only to be let down a second time.

Her gaze dropped to his full lips that were currently moving, yet she’d missed everything he’d just said.

“Jess, are you feeling alright?” His rich baritone brought warmth back into her clammy hands as she wrestled her thoughts to the present. “I was saying it’ll be fun doing this together—like old times, right?”

“Mm, hmm.”

See? Precisely why she shouldn’t play Hermia.

Chase checked his watch and then nudged Fiona, who gasped at the time.

“Oh, it’s almost six. We’d better head inside and get started.” She swiped the old script from Jess with an encouraging smile. “We can talk later, but I’m positive you’re going to do great.”

Shrugging a large bag over her arm, Fiona ushered the others inside where a buzz of conversation greeted them from the stage area.

“After you,” Caleb said almost as a question as he held the door open for her.

Jess could only stand there like a stage prop, head bobbing in acknowledgment as she edged past. The unmistakable scent of lavender and something woodsy filled her nose as her shoulder brushed his, igniting a fresh wave of goosebumps beneath her cardigan.

Pull yourself together, Jess.

“Did you say something?” His voice was right behind her in the dim auditorium, making her jump.

Not even the ghost of Jacob Coleman, whom some believed haunted the school theater, could have startled her as much as Caleb in the past few days. In fact, she was fairly certain that if a ghostly apparition were to descend over the stage, her heart wouldn’t race like it did now.


About the Author:



Alyssa is a Colorado native who attended the Colorado School of Mines, got her masters in Geological Engineering, and promptly became a watercolor artist and author (as one does). She loves writing heartfelt romances with happy endings, a bit of mystery, faith, humor, and second chances. When she's not writing, you can find her in her cooking, quilting, painting, or doing any number of crafty activities. Visit her website to learn more and receive a free novella when you subscribe to her newsletter: https://www.authoralyssaschwarz.com/

Saturday, October 7, 2023

Book Spotlight: Fields of Glass by Alyssa Schwarz

About the Book:



Micah Prescott will do anything to save his family's sheep ranch, even if it kills him. With a city-based firm pressuring him to sell and the bank threatening to call in his loan, he has less than a month to figure out a solution to keep the property his father strove so hard to protect. But when a storm rolls in, washing out the only bridge to town and bringing with it an unwanted visitor, he finds his options quickly dwindling.

Sales associate Francis Grace Riley will do anything to prove that she belongs. Convinced she can secure a deal where others had only failed, she takes to the mountains in search of one stubborn rancher, only to realize there is much more riding on the outcome of this trip than her job.

From the moment Micah rescues Grace on the side of the road, sparks fly—that is until he learns who she really is. Stuck together until the bridge is repaired, the two of them must learn to work as a team if they have any hopes of achieving their goals. But when things start to go wrong on the ranch, and sheep begin to disappear, they're left questioning who they can trust ... and what they're willing to sacrifice for those they care for.


Excerpt (end of Chapter Two)

Grace glanced up from her steering wheel, half expecting to see a monster lurking in the shadows with her luck, and gasped as the glow of another car appeared beyond the trees.

Twin headlights glared in the rearview mirror. She watched with mixed emotions as a truck crept to a stop behind her. Grace held her breath and waited, heart pounding rapidly against her chest. She’d seen this movie—the girl stranded on the side of the road only for an ax-murderer to find her. Grace didn’t want to end up on the front-page news. At least, not for something like that.

An excruciating minute went by without any movement from the mystery driver. Perhaps he had chosen to wait out the storm like her.

Grace scanned the inside of her car for anything that could be used for self-defense if necessary. Too bad she’d packed her curling iron away in the trunk. With few options, she settled on the compact umbrella tucked behind her seat, locked the doors, and waited.

A door opened behind her, and a giant shadow of a man stepped out. With the headlights behind him, Grace couldn’t make out his features beyond a set of wide shoulders that would have dwarfed her five-foot-six stature. In his left hand, he carried something with a long handle that may or may not have been a dangerous weapon. A crowbar? Maybe a bat?

She looked down at her hands, and suddenly her collapsible umbrella seemed like a not-so-perfect form of defense.

Holding her breath, she imagined every crunch of his boots against the gravel until his large shadow fell across her window. He rapped on the glass twice, but the pounding rain distorted whatever he said.

The man jiggled the locked door handle and then pounded his fist harder against the drenched window.

Please, God.

Grace’s heart was in her throat. She knew she shouldn’t have come out here on her own. It had been a foolhardy idea to make a name for herself. And she most definitely shouldn’t have skipped that last oil change. But she couldn’t change the past. God help her, if she survived this, she’d do whatever He asked—go back to church, volunteer more, donate half her shoe collection…

In an act of uncharacteristic courage, she pushed the door open and jumped out, swinging the umbrella in a wild arc at the stranger.

The man raised his hands to block the unexpected blow, grunting at the dull impact, and dropped what was in his hand. The object clattered onto the pavement. Grace shifted and took aim before the man could charge. Brandishing the umbrella like a baseball bat, she stepped forward and her shoe collided with something heavy. She gasped at the sharp pain in her toes and watched as the object skidded across the ground and stopped beneath the sole of a leather cowboy boot. The stranger lowered his hands with caution and bent to pick up what appeared to be a heavy-duty flashlight.

Time seemed to slow as he stepped back into the light, the truck’s headlamps illuminating his features with long shadows. Despite the water clumping on her eyelashes, her gaze traveled the length of the man’s flannel-cased arms to his broad shoulders and up his shadowed face. His gaze locked with hers for a moment before a dog’s excited yip broke the tension.

Grace’s mind fought to catch up with reality. The animal leaped from the man’s truck and trotted in her direction as the rain soaked into her shirt and shoes. The man made no move to intervene as his dog shoved a wet nose against her knee.

Grace shivered. She relaxed her grip a fraction on the umbrella and, with caution, reached down to stroke the animal’s damp fur. The man remained at a respectable distance, for which she was grateful. When the dog seemed satisfied with her greeting, he turned and trotted back toward his owner.

The stranger didn’t speak, but the dog seemed to calm down the moment his free hand lowered toward its upturned head. He made no attempt to approach her again, but a series of silent questions seemed to radiate from him.

She looked down at the umbrella still clenched in her fist. Grace’s face and ears grew impossibly warm despite the cold rain soaking her to the skin. Dozens of reprimands flooded through her mind for her hasty overreaction, but none of them assuaged the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm her.

She dropped the umbrella like it was a snake and looked once more into the face of a man who was decidedly not an ax-wielding murderer.


About the Author:



Alyssa is a Colorado native who attended the Colorado School of Mines, got her masters in Geological Engineering, and promptly became a watercolor artist and author (as one does). She loves writing heartfelt romances with happy endings, a bit of mystery, faith, humor, and second chances. Receive a free short story when you sign up for her newsletter at: https://www.authoralyssaschwarz.com/

Friday, February 24, 2023

Book Review: The Glass Road by Alyssa Schwarz

About the Book:




The road ahead is full of bends and turns...

Austin Wright had bigger dreams than to inherit his grandfather’s old property, but with the help of his nephew and a few volunteers, he decides to reopen the idyllic summer camp of his youth.

Following her accident at the first triathlon of the season, Tess Prescott’s dreams of the Olympics are shattered, and when her brother volunteers her to work at his friend’s summer camp, she is anything but pleased. Determined to make the best of a bad situation, and to keep herself busy while she recovers, she reluctantly agrees, and ultimately learns the joy of being part of a team.

In the heart of the Rocky Mountains, two people must learn to work together if they have any chance of making it through this season of change—even if it means sacrificing the dreams they once strove so hard to protect.

But one unexpected secret could have the power to unravel it all.


My Thoughts:

The Glass Road, book two in the Prescott Family Romance series by Alyssa Schwarz, worked well as a standalone. It took me a while to read this novel as my interest waned after the first third and the plot pace felt slow. Eventually, character development and spiritual growth rewarded my effort. Austin and Tess both raise legitimate questions and work through their fears as they become grounded in their faith. The process is realistic, yet beautiful.

Though billed as a romance, the romantic tension in The Glass Road stays low throughout the novel. Austin and Tess experience attraction to each other, plus ups and downs in their relationship, but I wanted more sizzle. I did like the way that God, as a present, third person in their relationship, added strength to their bond.

I expect many Christian fiction readers will love The Glass Road by Alyssa Schwarz more than I did. Alyssa Schwarz is a promising author, and I expect to read amazing novels from her in the future.

 


Disclosure of Material Connection: I was provided a copy of this book by the author or publisher. All opinions in this review are my own.


Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Book Spotlight: Dear Beth by Alyssa Schwarz

About the Book:

After finishing his veterinarian training, Tye Prescott is back in Colorado and ready to give his relationship with Beth another chance, only she's made it very clear she wants nothing to do with him.

Beth Walsh is a hopeless romantic, except when it comes to her own love life. In her opinion, love is best left to the storybooks. But when a few nosy octogenarians decide to play matchmaker, she grasps for the only excuse she can think of to avoid another set up.

Set against the backdrop of Loveland's historic Valentine's Day letter re-mailing program, Tye and Beth must work together to convince the town of their rekindled romance. But Tye has his own plans of winning back the woman who got away.

Might it finally be time for Beth to risk her heart again?

Purchase at: Amazon.


Excerpt (Chapter 2):


If you close your eyes and listen, really listen, then you might just hear the whispers of heaven. All that’s required is that we slow down enough to hear that sweet song of peace.

~ Letter from a friend

—————

TYE REARED BACK, his horse’s hind hooves barely missing his face as they kicked against the stall door.

“Whoa, there! Steady.” Mike grabbed the reins and tried to soothe the animal before it took Tye’s head off.

“You got her this time?” Tye wiped the sweat from his face and tried to focus on the horse in front of him.

Towels, check. Calcium test strips, check. Fresh hay, check. Helmet… Tye would add that to the list for next time.

“I think I can see the head. Just keep her calm, and I’ll pull the foal out.” He released his hold on the mare and waited for the owner to get his Appaloosa under control.

There were a lot of things Tye hadn’t expected when he’d taken on the position of large animal veterinarian at Sweetheart Animal Hospital. It was one thing to work on horses and alpacas under the supervision of his professors, but it was another thing entirely when the weight of responsibility fell solely on his own shoulders.

What surprised him most, though, was how many of the surrounding ranches already had him on speed dial. Officially, he wasn’t set to start until next week, but the town must have gotten wind of his early arrival and set the phone tree ringing. Already, he’d untangled a lamb from a barbed-wire fence, popped in on a goat yoga retreat for a hoof-related emergency, and rescued a dairy cow who found herself stuck between two trees in search of the greenest grass in the pasture. And now, he was elbow-deep in his first unsupervised foal delivery.

“I think she’s ready.” Mike stroked the mare’s mane and spoke to her in soothing tones, coaxing her to relax so she wouldn’t accidentally hurt either herself or the foal.

Tye monitored the mare, checking for any complications or abnormalities that could pose a risk to either of his equine patients. According to her records, Daisy’s last foal had been born breech. He was ready to intervene in case another emergency presented itself this time.

Tye was already preparing an epidural when the first hoof appeared.

“Not again.” Mike knelt on the hay, and Tye was right there administering the medication. A few minutes later, he was able to reposition the foal, and the rest of the delivery went without another hitch.

After a thorough inspection, Tye released his newest patient, and within half an hour, she was already attempting to stand and greet her mother.

“Well, would you look at that.” Mike gave Tye a congratulatory slap on the back, a sheen of moisture gathering in his eyes. “Before you know it, she’ll be off racing with some mustang, causing all sorts of trouble.”

Tye laughed as the older gentleman sent him a rueful grin. No doubt he was referring to his experience raising three teenage daughters. “You talking about the horse or something else there, Mike?”

The man pushed back the brim of his baseball cap and squinted into the sunlight. “I don’t rightfully know. But tell me what you think when you get to be my age and have a daughter of your own.” He chuckled to himself. A few tufts of gray hair poked from underneath the worn fabric. His kids might have been a handful, but there was no doubt the man loved his family.

Tye relaxed against the metal gate and smiled as he watched the mare and her foal. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

For the next half hour, Tye stayed in the barn to observe the two horses while Mike went about his other work on the ranch. As he stood there, leaning against the rough, wooden beams, Tye’s mind wandered past the barn walls and to his recent return to the Front Range. Coming back to Colorado had brought with it all the old memories—good and bad.

It had been his dream to work in the city, and thanks to his brother, Micah, he didn’t have to worry about who would help their mom with the family ranch. But despite his promising career, there was one major thing he wished he could have done differently. One person he’d never meant to hurt by leaving.

He believed in second chances, believed God brought him back here for a reason. He only hoped it wasn’t too late to make things right with Beth.

“You planning on sprouting roots and staying there?” Mike’s loud voice echoed as he entered the barn, a bale of hay thrown over his shoulder. “I’ve been gone, what, forty minutes, and you haven’t so much as moved a muscle.”

Tye looked back at the stall where the foal was standing on wobbly legs and nursing. “Just making sure everyone’s healthy.”

“They both look fine to me.” Mike dropped the bale by the door and crossed his arms over the gate. “Why don’t you head on back home and wash up? I’ll make sure to keep an eye on these two and let you know if any problems arise.”

“I guess that’s my cue to leave, then.” Tye chuckled. He gathered his supplies and loaded them into the truck. “But I’ll be back next week to check on them,” he called as he closed the tailgate.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Mike gave him a friendly handshake and waved him off down the dirt road toward town.

Warm air pumped into the cold cab space as his truck ate up the miles of grass and shrub-lined road. At the feet of the Rocky Mountains, the small town of Loveland was just a stone’s throw away from several of Colorado’s national parks, ski resorts, and the big city all in one. But at its core, it was a country town, through and through.

Maybe that was an apt description for Tye’s life as well. He’d been drawn to the city ever since he could remember, but despite his better attempts, his heart belonged in the country, with all its bucolic beauty and spirit.

You could take the boy out of the country, but you couldn’t take the country out of the boy. And no one could remove a certain red-head from Tye’s heart, not even that letter she’d sent him three years ago.

 —————

Dear Tye,

I’m sorry, but I can’t do the long-distance thing anymore. We both know the past year has been difficult, and it’s not fair to either of us to continue like this. I know you’ll understand. You always see the best in people, and that’s what I love most about you. I’ve missed you since the day you left for school, and I need you to allow my heart time to heal.

Take care, Beth

About the Author: 

Contemporary romance author Alyssa Schwarz is a graduate of the Colorado School of Mines with a Master's in Geology & Geological Engineering. She also works as a professional watercolor artist along the Colorado Front Range and is a member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers). Alyssa's debut novel, The Glass Cottage, is set in the Colorado mountains, and is the first book in her new series, A Prescott Family Romance. You can find her online at www.alyssaschwarzauthor.com.

Sunday, October 17, 2021

Book Spotlight & Author Interview: The Glass Cottage by Alyssa Schwarz

About the Book:

Could a nineteenth-century diary be the answer to Abigail’s prayers?

Iris wanted nothing more than to live her own adventure. But on the tails of the Colorado gold rush, a certain discovery could upend her world before it’s even begun.

Over a hundred years later, Abigail Prescott returns to the sleepy mountain town she once called home to help her great Aunt Josie restore the old antique shop, The Glass Cottage. Looking for peace and God’s direction for her life, the last thing she expected to encounter was a ghost from her past—Benjamin Greene—her childhood best friend. The boy who got away.

Is this just a coincidence, or could it be the start of something greater?

Together, Ben and Abigail work to fix up the shop and stumble upon an old journal. With more questions than answers, Abigail embarks on a journey of self-discovery to track down the mysterious Iris, but the truth is not always what it seems.

In this tale of friendship, love lost, and love found, Abigail must decide for herself: Is every story worth saving, and if so, at what cost?


Purchase at: Amazon.


Excerpt:

When Aunt Josie invited Abigail along to the after-church picnic, she hadn’t envisioned herself climbing a tree to retrieve a lost soccer ball—let alone falling out of it.

She reluctantly opened her eyes with a groan, and blue sky greeted her. She prayed no one had witnessed the mortifying incident, but in a small town, people noticed everything. Surely, someone had seen her race after that lost ball, slip off the branch and land with an oomph on the grassy field below.

The pounding of small footsteps proved her worst fears. Two sets of eyes gazed down at her, each framed by baby fine strawberry blonde hair. Abigail must have hit her head in the fall because she couldn’t seem to bring the faces into focus. She reached up to rub her temples, and the double images danced out of her vision. Abigail clamped her lids shut. She hadn’t landed that hard, had she?

“Are you okay?”

The question echoed in her ears, and she lifted her head too quickly. There it was, the pounding headache. And she no doubt had a nice bump forming along her hairline to go with it.

She hadn’t remembered the cottonwood to be so tall when she’d offered to go up and retrieve the ball, but it had obviously grown in the ten years since she had last climbed it—and fallen from it. The soccer ball sure bounced back quicker than she did.

She pushed herself up from the ground, slower this time, and leaned back with her forearms propped on the grass. Too much movement too soon. Fuzzy spots blotted her vision. A wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to close her eyes again.

A pair of steady hands landed on her shoulders. “Don’t try getting up too quickly.” Concern tinged his voice, and the masculine timbre broke through her foggy brain. With care, he eased her into a more supported position. “Do you think you hit your head?”

Her hand reflexively moved to the knot. “Yeah, I think so.”

Her fingers touched the tender flesh, and she winced. That would definitely hurt for a few days.

“Can you try opening your eyes again, slowly this time?”

She did just that, and as her lids opened, a familiar pair of hazel eyes stared back at her.

Benjamin Greene.

Abigail wanted to disappear back into the tree’s top branches. The first time Ben saw her in nearly ten years, and he had to witness her falling out of a tree! Way to go, Abigail! Could you be any more of a klutz?

Maybe he wouldn’t recognize her right away. People changed over time, and besides, her bangs and short hair were brand new. If glasses could disguise Superman’s true identity, an entire new hairstyle should work in her favor. It still wasn’t ideal, but if she could only postpone the inevitable embarrassment a while longer, she would be eternally grateful.

She hadn’t realized he had been kneeling so close, but his face was near enough she could feel his breath tickle the hair at her chin.

He wrapped a strong arm around her back and helped her sit up. “How’s that?”

“Better.” Sigh. Good, at least she could see straight this time, but sitting this close to him with his intent gaze made her feel a dizziness she was pretty sure was not because of the fall.

“I thought for a second there I was seeing double images of that little girl.” She rubbed her temple and squinted at the bright sun overhead.

Her gaze roved over the picnickers, and two red-headed girls skipped past the dessert table. Maybe she needed a CAT scan.

The corners of Ben’s eyes creased, eyes like the moss-covered boulders they used to climb as kids. He let out a soft chuckle and shook loose a curl of hair.

“What?” she asked. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“No, sorry. Kit and Brie are identical twins. It’s understandable, though. The pair of them make a habit of playing jokes on people from time to time.” He turned back to look at her again, and his mouth tipped in a knowing smile. A glimpse of the boy she used to know appeared. “You always knew how to make an entrance.”

Caught. A lead weight settled in her stomach, the final cherry on top of her embarrassment. So much for making it out unrecognized.


About the Author: 

Contemporary romance author Alyssa Schwarz is a graduate of the Colorado School of Mines with a Master's in Geology & Geological Engineering. She also works as a professional watercolor artist along the Colorado Front Range and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Alyssa's debut novel, The Glass Cottage, is set in the Colorado mountains, and is scheduled to release later this year. 


Author Interview:

Q: What was the inspiration behind The Glass Cottage?

Alyssa: Since my family is from Colorado, I wanted to start there. After stumbling upon my grandma’s old journals in the attic of her house, I thought it would be fun to write a story based on an old forgotten diary.

Q: How long did it take you to write this novel?

Alyssa: I started writing this story last Summer, and between the plotting, writing, editing and everything else, it’s taken a little over a year to complete.

Q: Do you have a favorite quote from this novel?

Alyssa: My favorite line has to be the last sentence from the end of the book: “This was home. She knew it before as she knew it now, but it had never tasted so sweet.”

Q: What do you hope readers take away from The Glass Cottage?

Alyssa: When the world seems to pull at us from all directions, leaving us questioning and worried about the future, I hope readers can escape into this story and learn what it means to trust God, even with the unknowns.

For every story, I try and find a Bible verse that mirrors the themes I hope to explore through those characters. I want to show how, in any circumstance, God is at work in our lives, even when we don’t understand what He is doing. “In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” Proverbs 16:9 (NIV)

Q: Would you share something about yourself that most readers would not know?

Alyssa: I actually have a background in geology and engineering. Before I started writing, I worked as a hydrogeologist doing groundwater modeling testing for a environmental engineering firm.

Q: What are you reading now?

Alyssa: I just finished reading Roseanna White’s latest book, The Nature of A Lady. I absolutely loved reading her first book in The Secret of the Isles series. Mistaken identities, mystery and intrigue, a sweet romance, and pirate treasure, all set against the backdrop of the British Isles of Scilly. What’s not to love?!

Q: How many bookcases are in your home?

Alyssa: I actually had to walk around my house and count them in order to answer this question… I have four ceiling height bookcases the line an entire wall, and there are about five others throughout the house.

Q: What do you like to do when you are not writing?

Alyssa: My mom and I have our own art business. We are both watercolor artists and have been privileged to showcase some of our artwork through the Denver Metro area. I also love to hike and have recently taken up gardening. Two years ago, I saw the most beautiful dahlias in Washington’s San Juan Islands, and I’ve been obsessed with them ever since. After digging up a half-a-ton of soil, engineering a raised flower bed, and planting two dozen bulbs, I finally have my dahlia garden!