A Late Happy New Year (Pat)

Hi there. . .

My New Year’s Resolution is to be more active here on Storybroads.

I apologize for being lax but after a too long absence I’m back and plan to visit here weekly again.   Life got in the way for a while.  Floods, home repairs, sick pups and tight deadlines got in the way for a while, and I apologize for it.  I will do better.

In Memphis, we are just coming out of a deep freeze.   Normally, we have one or two inches of snow a year and it’s gone in a day.  This time, snow and ice have lasted a full week and in an area with so little really cold weather, two or three inches of ice and snow bring the city to a complete halt.   School’s been out for a week.   Businesses are closed.   We are not used to zero degree temperatures.

I usually go for a mile hike every morning, good weather or bad, with a friend.   I feel lost without that walk, but we’ve gone five days without one.   It’s been that cold, as much as zero degrees, and we’re weather wimps in the south.   The dogs didn’t want to go out, either, with their new stylish coats.

Quite a bit of news.   My new Covenant Falls book comes out April 1st and I’m working on the sixth one.  Bookbub featured one of my Scottish books and for the first time I hit the first in sales in Scottish history/romance on Amazon, and 125 in sales overall.   Really exciting.

My two rescues , Little Guy and Miss Anna,  are doing well after some problems.  Both are elderly and need a lot of attention.

Below is Little Guy, a happy little Poodle who has been with me nearly a year now.  Despite being a senior, he loves his walks.   When he sees his leash coming out, he does a little dance and wriggles all over.   He particularly enjoys meeting people and their canine companions.   He doesn’t mind posing for photos.



.         No so, Miss Anna, below.

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Miss Anna is an Affenpinscher and, if you’ve never heard of them, you are not alone.  Ninety five percent of the people I meet haven’t, and neither had I.  It’s a German breed and the name, I am told, means monkey face, and she does, indeed, have a monkey face.   She is also elderly, and grumpy, perhaps because her lad years have not gone well.  I adopted her from a rescue group who found her at the county shelter.  No one knew much about her past, but she craves affection and is very content as long as she is next to a human being.  Unlike her new brother, she believes exercise is highly overrated.  Nor was she enthralled about posing for a photo on the back of a deer but agreed to a short photo session.  Grumpily.

I’ve also become the benefactor of some feral cats during the freeze in Memphis.  I donated the use of my garage when it reached ten degrees and lower outside, and the invitees — three kittens — told their relatives and friends, and my garage is now a cat haven.  My job next week is easing them out.

Which leads me to another story.  One of the aforementioned kittens sneaked — unknowingly to me –into my house.  It hid behind an enormous bookcase –holding more than a thousand books –in my living room.  I started hearing pitiful mewing noises but couldn’t find the source.  I have a loft up above the living room  and when I was downstairs, the sound seemed to come from upstairs and vice versa.  I looked in every nook and cranny.  I looked behind the bookcase but spied nothing in the inch that separated it from the wall.

On the third day, I was going crazy.  I kept hearing the noise but it was getting weaker.  Another search, a more frantic one.   But then when I walked by the bookcase I heard it again.   I had looked before but didn’t see anything.   I grabbed a powerful flashlight and tried again.  Two little eyes stared at me.   It was in the middle of the back of the bookcase and apparently couldn’t move one way or another.

I started tossing books on the floor but no way could I move a floor to ceiling oak bookcase, books or not.  I called a couple of neighbors who were usually available to help with almost anything, but it was Sunday morning and none were home.     Meanwhile I was mentally counting the hours the kitten had been stuck behind the bookcase.

I was desperate.  The mental lightning struck. .  I decided to try the fire station in the community.  I was greeted dubiously by four stout firemen happily eating lunch.  I asked nicely — and frantically — whether they still saved kittens.  Not from a tree but a bookcase.   They looked at me as if I had lost my mind — which I was in the progress of doing — but after several glances at each other they agreed.

Ten minutes later, two fire engines roared up to my house.  Seven very big guys dismounted and came inside.  They  studied the problem, then took out most of the books and five of them moved the huge oak bookcase a foot.  The back door, just a few feet from the bookcase, was open and a tiny black kitten dashed from behind the bookcase to the great outdoors.   (It’s one of the kittens now inhabiting my garage).  The firemen even helped refill my bookcase and complimented my reading choices.

That afternoon I baked buttered and salted pecans and delivered them to the firehouse.  I was hoping they wouldn’t run for the back room and lock the door if I appeared at their door again.

And oh yes, I have been writing.   Finished the fifth Covenant Falls series about returning veterans, and it will be out April 1st.  I’ll be telling you more about that in the coming weeks.

Until next week.

You Can Be Whoever You Want to Be! (Pat)

Probably the best thing about being an author is you can be whoever you want to be during the course of the book.

Yes, it is short lived, but it is so great while it’s happening.

I’ve been a lot of things during my writing career.   I’ve been a Scottish heiress, a old west female sheriff (yes, rare but it actually did occur), a saloon owner, the daughter of a mob boss, an army surgical nurse, a governess for a wealthy New York family in 1940, an animal vet, a member of the Underground Railroad before the Civil War, and a paramedic to mention a few of my  temporary occupations.  While you are writing, you become those people.  You feel their pain, their fear, their successes, their romance.

My favorite occupation for a heroine is the reporter.   In my new work in progress, I return to the my first profession.   I was a news reporter with The Atlanta Journal at a time when there were few women in the field and I had to fight for every step  up on the news ladder.

I started as a summer intern, then city news clerk and moved to writing obits before graduating to general news.    At the time, I was the only woman reporter on the news side other than the religion reporter.   I couldn’t cover the police beat (too violent, apparently, for a woman) until I was the only reporter in the news room when three policemen were killed in a suburban county.   I then got to cover the investigation since I was first on the scene..

As a reporter, I longed to go higher.   I wanted to be a foreign correspondent or cover the Supreme Court.   I did cover city, state and federal government and the courthouse beats but never reached that foreign correspondent dream.   At least not until I started writing fiction.   And now, in my book in progress, I can indulge that dream.    Temporarily, at least.

I’ve written several  heroine journalists previously, but my current one in the fifth of the Covenant Falls series is MY personal heroine, the  journalist I always wanted to be.  Jenny Talbot is a free spirit, one who never let anything stop her.   She made it to the Middle East on her own.   The story is always more important than anything else.   More than family, comfort, money, personal safety.     Disabled by a shoulder wound during a bombing raid in Syria,  she is still seeking  stories wherever she can find them, and she finds a number of them in Covenant Falls.

It’s temporary until she can get back to a war zone where she can tell the story not of war but the people affected by it..But will a small town and a charming Ranger Captain be enough to end  her lifelong purpose,  and can he ever trust another reporter after his former fiance, a TV newswoman, dumped him after he was  badly wounded?

I really love these two people, and it’s such a delight to live vicariously through their pasts and present.


Changes (Pat)

I lost my beloved Katy this week.   She was my thirteen year old Aussie who, with her sister, I adopted from a rescue group when they were nine months old.

Katy  was a gentle soul who happily greeted everyone on walks and wanted nothing more than to have a home.   Whereas her sister, Allie, would  run off  to try to find other beings to herd, Katy wanted only to stay at my side.

She’s had a hard couple of years.   She had operations on both her rear legs, then had arthritis and Cushings disease which eventually won out.  But her tail never stopped wagging.

After losing her, I did what I’ve done before.   A hole in my heart needed filling.   I went to a dog adoption hosted by a rescue group and found a small elderly dog in dire need of a home.  She’s still in the shy stage, not quite sure what is going on after being shuttled from foster home to foster home, but she’s now following me everywhere and making herself at home.   She’s just leaning how to go for a walk.

Her name is Anna.   I think Katy would approve, having followed another one of my dogs.

She joins Little Guy, an elderly poodle I adopted after Katy’s sister died.    Little Guy is a true joy and he seems just fine with the newcomer.  Older dogs, I’ve discovered, are very hard for rescue groups to adopt out.      Little Guy, for instance, was up for adoption for eight months, and he is such a happy, joyous little fellow now.

Dogs — and some times other animals, including a pig in one of my westerns –often play major roles in my books.   There give so much and want only a bit of care and love in return.   How could my heroes and heroines turn away from them.

You can never replace such a good companion.  I’ll never forget Katy or Allie.  I just feel my heart is getting a little larger with every addition. ColorPat

New Book Underway (Pat)

hi all . . .


Sorry to have been absent so much.   The last three months have been traumatic.    I mentioned that my house was flooded by a leak in the water pipes.  It took four weeks to have everything back to nearly normal.   I still have boxes full of clothes, books and shoes to unpack.

While emptying bpx, my foot caught another, and down I went for the second fall in three months.  This time I sprained  my left hand and wrist and ended up in an emergency room for the second time this year.  They added a hand splint to my wardrobe.   Not so easy to type.  My entire writing schedule became more and more behind.

But I’m back at it now.   Finished five chapters of my new, as yet untitled, book about another wounded vet finding a home in Covenant Falls.   It will be the fifth book in the Covenant Falls series.    I’m extremely excited about my heroine, Jenny Talbot, a roaming foreign correspondent and a free spirit who never, ever, wants to be tied down.

I was never a foreign correspondent, but I was a reporter on The Atlanta Journal covering the state legislature, federal court, trials and city hall  and one exceedingly brutal murder.   I wrote my share of investigative reporting series and general interest features.   My proudest accomplishment was writing a series on Georgia’s lack of facilities for kids with autism.

I loved being a reporter, and I’m reliving that excitement in Jenny.   I know how a story can take over your life, and so it is with Jenny.   I can’t wait to share her with you.

I’m also sharing her with Captain Cole Hammond, a wounded Ranger Captain who’s trying to decide whether to take army desk job or find a new occupation.   Neither appeal to him.  It takes a short stay in Covenant Falls to make him believe there’s a life away from war, but can he ever tame Jenny’s roving spirit?.

Thanks to all of you who bought “The SEAL’s Return.”   It did extraordinarily well and I appreciate every one of you.

I also wanted to remind you that all my back list is now available at Amazon.  It includes westerns, romantic suspense, Scottish historicals, American Revolution tales, and my favorite, “Island of Dreams,”  a World War II/60′s story.  It was published by Harper Collins  and won the Maggie Award.  It was also a RITA finalist.   All reviewers at Amazon gave it a five-star rating.   It’s free to those with Amazon Unlimited and only $2.99 to others.

Just go to Amazon/Patricia Potter/Island of Dreams.  .


Troubles, troubles (Pat)

Sorry to have been missing lately, but at the same time my newest book, “The Seal’s Return,” was released in early February, my house flooded due to a leak in a water pipe.    Four weeks later, I’m still involved in the clean-up.

I have, in the interim, discovered many new facts.   There are some plumbers who know nothing about faucets.   There is one man in the Memphis area who knows how to detect where a leak has occurred (I call him the leak diviner as opposed to a water diviner) and he charges $500 for ten minutes work and won’t allow  another plumber within a block for fear his secret might be learned,  and that neighbors are wonderful people.  (Did you know that you can attach a neighbor’s outside faucet to your outside faucet by a hose and get water to your house?   It even goes through the hot water heater).   I’ve discovered that most plumbers do not know this very valuable tip.   The fact is I have a wonderful neighbor and lived off his water for three weeks.  (I could do everything but drink it.  Neither could my two dogs).

I also learned that carpet layers, carpenters and painters come on time.    Plumbers do not.   I learned that someone who pulls up a tree, including roots, does not necessarily feel bound to cut it up and cart it off.  Rather, they leave a twenty foot plus tree on one’s sidewalk.   The neighbors were not amused.  I also learned never plant a Magnolia or Crape Myrtle tree over a water line (I didn’t, but the previous owner did).   I was warned, too late, by several of the plumbers who visited.

I also discovered that if a leak is outside the house on a narrow strip between the house and driveway but  NOT under the drive pavement, the house owner is responsible for the cost of repairing said leak, although if it WAS under the pavement the insurance would cover it..

In addition, I also learned after packing a thousand books or so in cartons that the people who move furniture would do it in one-tenth the time and it WAS covered by insurance.

I have learned lots of things, and my only satisfaction is that they will all appear in a  future book some day in the future.

In the meantime, four weeks after the leak, I am nearing the end of repairs.  I have suffered through bare cement floors (after the wet carpet was carted off) and minimal furniture for three weeks, without water to drink from the faucet for two weeks although, thanks to my neighbor, I had water for the bathroom and washing machine.   (I was offered a hotel room but I had two dogs, including an elderly girt who needs frequent trips outside).   I was not going to leave her in the kennel.

Needless to say that with people tramping in and out on a regular and irregular basis, I didn’t get much writing done, nor promotion for my latest Covenant Falls tale.

One positive note: I had to clean out my closets and Good Will is a very happy organization.

I hope to do better in communicating this week.

Hi there! (Pat)



This will be short because I have a deadline on the first three chapters of a fifth book in the Covenant Falls series and I’m way behind.   It will be the story of news correspondent JennyTalbot and Ranger Captain  Cole Hammond..

This has been a hectic week.   I/m still engaged in cleaning up after my house was flooded by a water leak.  It took eight days to find the leak and get it fixed, but now all the carpet on the ground floor of my house has to be replaced and I have books, books and more books to be moved.   The advance man for the carpet firm came into my house and blanched.   I’ve been trying to help by loading boxes with books and willowing out some to donate to the local library.  Not much luck.  They are all to precious, and I know I’ll want to read them again.

I’m also doing publicity for my new book, “”The Seal’s Return.”   You can find out all about it on http://prismbooktours.blogspot.com/     It includes several reviews and five different blogs about the book.  You can also enter a contest for a $25.00 Amazon gift card or a e-copy of my first Covenant Falls book.

Have a wonderful week ahead.



Creating the Perfect Couple/Pat


My newest book, The SEAL’s Return, is now available in e-book and large print paperback.   It’s the fourth in the Covenant Falls series.

I thought I would take the opportunity here to  tell you a little about my particular writing process.    I like to create the perfect couple by creating the two people who are decidedly imperfect for each other.

When I start a book, I usually have a hero – or heroine – in mind and then visualize the polar opposite of that person. . My new book is a perfect example.  I hope readers will wonder how former SEAL Jubal Pierce and ambitious Dr. Lisa  Redding can ever resolve their differences.

I started with my hero (I usually do).  . He had to be an ex Navy SEAL. I’ve wanted to write a story about one for years. But I never quite had the right heroine.   Jubal Pierce has been a SEAL for eighteen years but during a mission gone wrong, he’s captured by group of terrorists who believe he’s a doctor and hold him prisoner to take care of their group. The experience has resulted in permanent injuries that keep him from rejoining the SEALs.

Being a SEAL is Jubal’s identity. His life. His family.  His father – a rodeo rider – died when he was seven and he blamed his mother for his death and has not seen her in years. The only relationships he’s had is within the SEAL family.   After his discharge, he’s rudderless and aimless until he stops for a few days to visit a friend in Covenant Falls.

Dr. Lisa Redding has worked most of her life towards being a doctor.
She is the adopted daughter of a couple who were told they could never have children, then twelve years later had first a son, then a daughter.   Now she has achieved her goal: a prestigious fellowship in pediatric surgery at a prestigious Chicago hospital. But those plans are destroyed when both parents die, and she is sole guardian of her brother, Gordon, and sister, Kerry, both of whom feel she hadn’t been there for them when their mother died of cancer.  Her life is turned upside down when her brother, now sixteen, is arrested as an accessory in car theft and drug possession.

She gives up the fellowship and takes a temporary job at a medical clinic in Covenant Falls to take her brother, Gordon who is on probation, away from temptation. Her siblings are decidedly unhappy and on the first night in Covenant Falls, Gordon starts a fire on the property occupied by newcomer Jubal Pierce. Wrong guy. He sees too much of himself in the kid and decides to straighten him…

Jubal is everything Lisa fears as an example for Gordon. He’s a warrior and she’s a healer who has seen too much violence in the emergency room of the hospital.
What’s more she has a fine future ahead of her after this one year in Covenant Falls, and Jubal is headed in the opposite direction.   He has no idea what he wants.  Although attracted to him, she’s repelled by his past and suspicious of the hold he seems to have on her brother. As for Jubal, he feels she’s doing everything wrong with her brother.

It wasn’t easy to get them together. It takes a few miracles for each of them. But then Covenant Falls is full of them.

You can read a excerpt at Amazon.  Just go to Amazon/Kindle/The SEAL’s Return.

I hope you like Jubal and Lisa as much as I enjoyed  creating them.

It Is What It Is!/Pat

On sale now!

On sale now!

Now I know what the expression — It is what it is — means.

Just in the midst of trying to promote The SEAL’s Return and start a new Covenant Falls book, disaster fell.

I went to my bathroom Thursday (it seems a year ago) to change clothes for a visit  with an eye doctor when my bare foot sank into the carpet and water bubbled up around it.   .

Another step and more more water.   A few more steps and I felt as if I were wading in a kiddy pool.     Several minutes later, the wetness spread, covering the entire bathroom and most of my adjoining bedroom.    It had been dry an hour earlier.

I know enough to cut off the water, but the valve  was stuck tight.    I called  my plumber who was out of town and went neighbor to neighbor trying to find someone with steadier and stronger hands.    Finally found a helpful soul at home and she tried to shut the valve to no avail.   I called my friendly neighborhood handyman.  He was on the other side of town.   Then a  second neighbor arrived and managed  to cut off the  water  in the house.

This was just the beginning.    Water suddenly  poured out from underneath the house down the driveway to  the street.    Called the water company to turn off  the water from the street to the house.

Called the insurance company and, to their credit, they had plumbers out in thirty minutes.  They found what they thought was THE leak in the bathroom.  Tore up the carpet. to get to it.  By then the water was three inches high in the bathroom and it was spreading to the hallway.     They made  a temporary patch and, said  they would return in the morning with a jackhammer to make a permanent fix.

Just as they were leaving,, two more men appeared at the door.    They took all the clothes from the closet and dumped them on my bed and, tossed  the wet items in big black bags.   They then  pulled  up all the carpet in the bathroom and  half in the bedroom.  Just as they left, two additional guys appeared  and brought in  giant blowers to dry everything out for the plumbers  the next day.

Okay. my dogs and I could survive a night in the tiny guest bedroom that was also nearly filled with stuff from the bedroom.   Problem was there was no water.   I figured I could survive until the next morning when the plumbers would fix the leak.

The plumbers arrived the next day as promised, jackhammered a huge hole in my bathroom  floor and turned the water back on.   No more water bubbled up from that leak, but water rushed from under the house toward the street.

After a conference, they decided the leak in the bathroom was the result of a more major pipe leak somewhere under the house.   They searched for five hours to find the main leak.   No luck.

More people arrived but they were puzzled as well.    The only thing they could suggest, was employing an expert who was said to be very good in locating busted pipes under houses..  There was only one problem.   He was booked up until Wednesday at 1 p.m., and he apparently was the only person who had this particular talent.

Meanwhile there would be no water for the duration.  The insurance company offered a hotel room, but that wouldn’t work.  I have two dogs, one of which is old and sick and  on steroids which means she has to go out every two or three hours.   I have puppy pads all over my house just in case  of an accident.    I don’t think a hotel would be as understanding as her owner..   And no way would I leave her in a kennel.

I also have a lot of writing to do.    I do not write well away from my work station, which is a desktop with research books and notes scattered  around me.

But there would be no water.  No baths.   No washing of dishes or clothes.    None at all for at least five more days and quite possibly longer..

A helpful plummer asked whether I had a friendly neighbor.   I happen to have a very wonderful one.   He suggested connecting  two hoses and connecting them to the outside faucet of my house to the outside faucet of my neighbors.   When both are turned on, water flows from the neighbor’s house to mine    It even goes to the hot water heater.  He didn’t advise drinking it,  but said I could use it for every other purpose.  My neighbor readily agreed.    (My mind immediately went to a great scene when I want the hero and heroine together in some unique way, but I digress).. .

It worked, until the the hoses froze.

But today at noon, they thawed out.  I have water again.  Of sorts.

The last two days, of course, were lost, work-wise.   So will much of  next week, even if they do find the  errant pipe.    Giant blowers are still blowing in my bath and master bedroom. The guest bedroom is so full of stuff from the other two rooms that my dogs and I can barely wriggle through to the bed.

But it is what it is.   Great summation..   Nothing you can do about it.

And there is one bright spot.  I have a great scene building in my writer’s mental file cabinet.

I’ll keep you posted.





As I mentioned last week, my newest book in the Covenant Falls series, The Seal’s Return, will be available Wednesday, February Ist in both e-book and large print paperback format which means I’m in launch mode at the moment.   In other words, I’m trying to spread the word as far as I possibly can.  To order, just go to Amazon/Patricia Potter/The SEAL’s Return.

In other books in the series, dogs  – mostly rescue dogs — have been characters in the stories.   In The SEAL’s Return,  my SEAL chose a horse instead.   It wasn’t planned in the beginning, but one day he was out running when he passed a pasture and spied several horses.  One, a Buckskin named Jacko, trotted to the fence, and memories flooded back from early childhood.   The entire plotted story abruptly changed.   (I love it when that  happens).

Jacko changes everything for SEAL Jubal Pierce and inspired  a new plot line that will persist through the next two Covenant Falls novels and possibly more. It took me to websites about the therapeutic value of horses for vets.  I was amazed at the growing number of horse therapeutic programs for vets, including one here in Tennessee.

One of the most successful programs was started by a SEAL himself.  It’s called Heroes and Horses and is located in the heart of Montana Wilderness.   According to founder and former SEAL Micah Fink, the program is on a mission “to inspire and challenge a generation of soldiers struggling to cope with the trauma of war.   Veterans who come to Heroes and Horses have been shot, burned, blown up.  They are wrestling with physical and emotional scars.  Many feel isolated and untethered.”  Micah Fink believes that “undergoing a rough program can go a long way to restore shattered notions of self-worth.”

Some other programs train veterans for jobs in the equine field.    Some include families.  Some, like the Montana programs, involves fairly long stays.   Others may include shorter periods.  Most are free for veterans.   The search not only gave me information to help Jubal but inspired me to continue the plot line into the next several Covenant Falls books.   (f you’re interested in reading more about them such programs, just google Heroes and Horses).

In “The SEAL’s Return,” there is no such program yet in Covenant Falls, but the connection between my hero Jubal Pierce and Jacko is leading to the founding of one in the next book.

Part of the joy of writing is the sudden appearance of an unplanned story line.  It always come from the characters themselves, not the author.   It comes from the growth of these characters and they often turn in directions the author never anticipated.   When I reread some of my older books, I  wonder how some secondary characters elbowed his way into becoming a major character in a subsequent book.    I can honestly say that none of my books have followed the initial proposal.

But I’m  wandering off topic.   I just wanted you to know about the programs because the seed begins in “The SEALs Return,” and will grow in the next several Covenant Falls  books.

I hope you’ll join me on this ongoing journey.  Even I don’t know what will happen next.TheSEALsReturn_PatriciaPotter_cover

About Books, New and To Come (Pat)



First of all, I want to apologize for being missing in action for the past few weeks.

Life got in the way:   Flu, a bad fall the Monday before Christmas, the holidays, a birthday, and visiting friends and relatives all conspired against my fulfilling my weekly visit with you.  I promise to do better in the future.

Christmas was good, even with a black eye and injured knee, and then the holidays were brightened when Tara Taylor Quinn and husband Tim visited me on New Year’s Day which also happened to be my birthday.   It was a great present,    Tara and I have been close friends since serving together on the board of Romance Writers of America.    Both of us writing for Harlequin Super Romance only deepens the bond.

But now it’s back to business!

The good news is my fourth Covenant Falls Book,The Seal’s Return, will be available  February lst, and I’m trying to catch up on promotion efforts.   I’m far behind, but I’m spending this week and next trying to make up for it.   Just go to Amazon/Patricia Potter/The Seal’s Return to per-order the e-book version or large print paperback.

More good news!!!!  I just received the go ahead for three additional Covenant Falls adventures which will make a total of seven.   I love my quirky town of Covenant Falls that seems to have a magical healing affect on returning veterans.  I’m thrilled to tell more of their stories.

But now more about my February release.

The SEAL’s Return tells the story of former Navy SEAL Jubal Pierce and Dr. Lisa Redding.   Both are newcomers to Covenant Falls.  Jubal plans to stay a day or two to visit old friend Chris Manning from the second book in the Home To Covenant Falls series.   After a mission gone wrong with resulting permanent injuries, Jubal is rootless when he leaves the SEALS.   He has no family, no goal, no plans.    His life, quite simply, is a mess.

Dr. Lisa Redding’s life, on the other hand, is just taking off.  She has received a coveted   Fellowship in Pediatric Surgery at a major Chicago hospital.  But her path takes a detour after her mother’s death, and her teenage brother and sister become her responsibility.   When her deeply troubled brother is arrested for drug possession and auto theft, she reluctantly gives up the fellowship which would consume all her time and takes a temporary position with the Covenant Falls Medical Clinic.    It wouldn’t be easy for her brother to get into trouble in the peaceful community, or so she hoped, and she could reclaim the fellowship the next year..

I knew I was asking for trouble with these two.   There could rarely be a worse match. Lisa is a healer who has witnessed  the horrible results of violence at her hospital, and she doesn’t like it at all when a foot loose former warrior takes an interest in her brother.   She’s sacrificing her career to keep Gordon away from exactly that.

Jubal is none too happy with her, either.   He hadn’t planned to stay even a few days in Covenant Falls, but when he finds a kid starting a fire on the property where he’s staying,  he thinks a lesson needs to be taught and, darn it, the kid reminds him of his own rough teenage years.  While there’s immediate physical attraction between Jubal and Lisa, they both are dismayed and determined not to let it develop.

Their lives are going in different directions.   He feels the meaningful part of  his is over, and hers as a surgeon is just beginning. It takes the birth of a colt for him, and the premature birth of a baby for her that help them discover they have far more in common than either believed.

I might add that neither of the above events were planned when I started writing The Seal’s Return.   In Chapter Four, Lisa and Jubal took over and wrote their own story.   That’s the joy of writing.   At some point in the process, I have to throw out the initial proposal and just tag along as the characters go their way.    That’s the most wonderful  aspect of writing fiction.  I’m constantly amazed at what happens.

I hope you love Jubal and Lisa as much as I do.  You can pre-order the e-book or large print paperback now for a February 1st delivery.

And a late Happy New Year to all!!!!