Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Monday, July 29, 2013

Five Star Review

A Five Star Review of FOR MERCY'S SAKE.

"This book held my interest from the beginning - so hard to put it down. Enough twists and turns to really hold your interest and keep you guessing. Stayed up till 2 am on a work night to finish it because I just couldn't find a stopping place. Already reading another one by this great author!"

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Redcoats and Sleigh Bells narration is finished!!!

Audio update:
The narration for REDCOATS AND SLEIGH BELLS is finished!!!  It is due for audio release in three weeks.

The sleigh bells jingled as he bridled the horse. “There isn't time to remove the strap. Grab that cloth over there and wrap them. We can at least muffle the noise. With the information destroyed, there's no proof that you know anything. Promise me, you will keep your mouth closed.”

She didn't know if she should be insulted or proud. “Nicholas, why do you want me to leave now?”

He continued without a proper answer. “Even if you get to the General in time, which you won't, it will be too late.”

“Nicholas, answer me.”

He stopped and looked across the horse's back. “Surely you realize that a soldier will never give accurate information in front of a civilian, even when ordered to do so by his superior. The information the sergeant gave in the barn was incorrect.”

“Are you certain?”

“Quite.” He bent over to tighten the girth. “When he returned, the paper he gave me had the correct information.”

Holly's stomach dropped to her knees and her hands shook. “Nicholas, what did you write in response?”

He refused to acknowledge her and strapped an extra blanket to the back of her saddle.


He didn't need words. His expression spoke for him. Holly held a fist to her stomach and backed away. Her throat closed preventing her from swallowing. She had to sit soon or fall over.

He rushed to her side but she held up her hand, staying him. “Why?” The word, barely audible, was all she could manage.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

5 STARS!!!!!

It's a 5-star review for FAITHFULLY YOURS!

"This was the first book I read of Carol Spradling's and I will definitely read more. Although I've never read much time-travel romance, I thought this book contained interesting concepts and kept the reader guessing and anticipating what would happen next. Her characters are vivid and plucky. Loved Trista's character as well, and hope she is intertwined with all the series (as I believe she is judging from how it ended). Nicely written little gem!"

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Keep in touch, and we'll keep writing.

I don't know of anything that can keep an author at the keyboard more than a reader's encouragement. I awoke this morning to a wonderful note from a reader. Her comments were brief, but her words sent my spirit soaring higher than a shuttle launch. 

If you like an author and their work, let them know through reviews or personal emails. You have no idea how much that means to them (and keeps them writing).


For the next two weeks, SHADES OF GRAY will be .99. Don't miss out.

Her eyes stared straight ahead, seeming to focus on nothing specific. Gray knelt in front of her, placing his materials next to his knee on the floor, keeping them within an easy reach. With careful attention on her face, he reached up and unfastened the buttons on her nightdress. She wobbled, but didn't prevent the fabric from lowering down her arms. The bulk of the flannel lay on her lap.

Gray sat back on his haunches and studied the thin layer of cotton she still wore. It had been his experience that women wore nothing under their nightdress when sleeping. Not as bulky as a chemise, this light-weight material was only worn... he looked at her face. It seemed odd that she would have it on now. Daria's bridal slip had not lasted for one minute after he came into their wedding chambers.

At least the blonde woman had stopped crying. He dipped a clean cloth in the water and wrung it out. Holding to her chin, he wiped her face, dabbing delicately around her hairline. Bad judgment shouldn't be held against her.

He eased his way behind her. Red welts crisscrossed her back, but her left shoulder blade would need additional attention. A four inch wound lay open with dry and crusted blood banking the swollen rim. He eyed his salve, warming by the fire. There should be enough for tonight. He thought there was a larger container in the kitchen.

Wadding a cloth in one hand, he held the linen under the cut. With his other hand, he wiggled the stopper free from the whiskey bottle and breathed deep. It was impossible to prepare her for what was to come. He tipped the bottle, dousing her shoulder with the alcohol. She cried out, and he moved the dripping towel to her forehead. He might as well clean her brow while the burning sensation lingered.

"I know it stings," he said. "Go ahead. Cry out if you must. It has to be done, but there's no reason you must suffer in silence."

The corner of his mouth twitched and he pressed his lips together. Her wounds would take weeks to heal, and scarring was a possibility. He closed his eyes and pushed from his mind images of Daria. She had not recovered in a few short weeks.