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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Review of Willow's Way (A Sweet Life Novel) by Sharon Struth



Welcome to the review tour for Willow's Way by Sharon Struth. I previously read and reviewed her book The Sweet Life, so when I saw this new one was an option, I simply had to jump on it. (Read my review of that book here.) Please keep on reading to check out an excerpt, as well as my honest review of this women's fiction novel. Be sure to leave Sharon a comment or a question. And of course follow the rest of the review tour for even more chances to enter the giveaway at the end!

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Willow's Way

Willow Armstrong, the once-famous “Queen of Weight Loss” and president of Pound Busters, succumbed to stress eating after her divorce. Now the scandal of getting caught on camera binging on pizza, and the internet-wide mocking of her new curves, may destroy her career. Add in a business advisor who drained her finances, and Willow is out of options—until she learns she’s inherited a house in England’s most picturesque locale, The Cotswolds.

Willow’s trip across the pond to sell the property and salvage her company soon becomes its own adventure: the house, once owned by grandparents she never met, needs major work. Plus, single dad Owen Hughes, the estate’s resident groundskeeper and owner of a local tour outfit, isn’t thrilled about the idea of leaving . . . Yet as Willow proceeds with her plans, she’s sidetracked by surprising discoveries about her family’s history--and with Owen’s help, the area’s distinctive attractions. Soon, she’s even retracing her roots—and testing her endurance—amid the region’s natural beauty. And the more she delves into the past, the more clearly she sees herself, her future, and the way home . . .

Read an excerpt:
Willow swallowed the lump in her throat, took the luggage handle, and hoisted it up the steps. A low howl of a dog, followed by rustling from the nearby woods, made her pause.

She turned to the sound, laughing as a short legged, shaggy dog approached, its long tail raised high in the air, wagging like a flag of surrender. The cute canine bellowed another generous howl and came toward Willow; she swore it wore a smile—if a dog could.

Willow stepped off the porch. “Hello there, little fella.” She crouched down and extended her hand. “Come here.”

Woooowooowoooo. This time he offered a softer, less frantic cooing that warmed and welcomed. He swarmed her calves while she ran a hand along his thick, wiry fur, trying to figure out the breed. A body like a basset hound, with the same white, black, and tan coloring, yet his thick, wiry hair was very un-bassett-like.

She touched his long, silky ears. “You’re a cute little guy.”

With that he rested his short, thick legs on her knees, giving her the once over, too.

Long snout. Pronounced black nose. Smiling dark brown eyes peeked out beneath a mop of hair atop his crown-shaped head. A real cutie. He licked her cheek.

“Are you lost or just part of the welcome wagon?” He licked her again. “Then part of the welcome wagon it is.”

She checked his collar for ID. A metal tag read Henry and listed a phone number.

“Well, Henry, why don’t I call your—”

“Henry!” A child yelled. “Henry!”

The voice came from the direction of the same thick trees where the dog had exited.

“He’s over here,” Willow hollered back and a moment later a young girl of maybe five or six dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt emerged.

She marched over. “Oh, Henry.” She shook her head and her fawn-colored pigtails danced. “You are not always a good listener.”

The dog abandoned Willow. As he rushed to meet the girl, his back end swayed to one side, as if it couldn’t keep up with his front half. He ran right into the young girl, but she braced herself from falling and leaned over to give him an affectionate pat on the back.

“Henry! You can be such a bad boy.”

Henry licked her cheek, making the girl giggle. Willow couldn’t wipe the smile from her face if she tried. Besides the young girl’s contagious laugh, her accented voice and reprimand sounded so grown compared to American children.

Willow walked toward them. “What kind of dog is he?”

“Oh, he’s a petite.”

“I’ve never heard of those.” Willow squatted down and ran her hand along his low, long body. “Just a petite?”

“No. A Petite Basset Griffon Vendéen.” She pronounced the words with a beginner’s French accent.

“That’s a mouthful. Well, I’ve definitely never heard of that either.”

“That’s why we call him a petite, or sometimes a PBGV.” She cupped the dog’s snout in her hands and kissed the top of his head. “My mum used to breed them.” She frowned. “Now we only have Henry.”

“Oh, so she doesn’t breed them anymore?”

She quieted and stroked the dog’s long ears. “My mum passed away. But my daddy let me keep Henry.”

Sadness tore at Willow’s chest. To hear that such a young child had suffered the loss of a parent didn’t seem right. “I’m sorry about your mother. I lost mine, too. It’s hard.”

The little girl played with the dog for a bit then glanced up at Willow. “You’re American?”

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**My thoughts**
I was excited to come across this book, because I really liked Sharon Struth's previous Sweet Life book, which is the inaugural book in the series. (And I do hope that more of these are in the works!) There is a quick nod to the first book, but the two are completely separate from each other. 

I think I liked this one even more than the first one. Then again, I feel like I related to Willow a lot more. We're the same age and suffer from some of the same physical and psychological ailments. So it was extremely easy for me to put myself in her place in the story.

Willow's Way is another one of these stories where the MC has to travel and ends up finding herself along the way. I just love these and completely understand how that happens. I think that is why I like to travel. In this book, Willow has to go over to England to take care of some family business that she uncovered after her mother died. She ends up learning about even more family secrets, and therefore more about herself. She also learns how to love herself, which can be difficult to do, especially considering her past.

Conveniently there is a beautiful divorced man who is the caretaker for her family's estate. He is ever so charming and gets compared to Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. I kept having thoughts of Mark Darcy from Bridget Jones, especially with his insistence that Willow is perfect just the way she is. They fit together so well. We could all use an Owen in our lives.

Adding to Owen's charm is Jilly, his young daughter. She just lights up every page on which she appears. I fell madly in love with her, and of course, Henry her faithful canine companion.

Just as in the previous book, the landscapes and settings are so vividly described that I felt as if I was right there with the characters. I could so easily hop on a plane and go to the other side of the pond, if I had the money to do so. Maybe I could look up some of my long-lost relatives and discover more about myself. And I seriously want to do the Cotswold Walks to explore that part of the country.

I loved every minute of this book. And while it went quickly, I didn't zip through it super fast, because I wanted to savor every moment of it. I was a little sad when it was over. But I can't wait for another book to come along.



About Sharon Struth

Sharon Struth believes you’re never too old to pursue a dream. The Hourglass, her debut novel, was a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards for Best First Book. She is the author of the popular Blue Moon Lake Novels, which include Share the Moon.

When she’s not working, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail, travel the world, and enjoy spending time with their precious pets and two grown daughters. She writes from the friendliest place she’s ever lived, Bethel, Connecticut. For more information, including where to find her published essays, please visit sharonstruth.com or visit her blog, Musings from the Middle Ages & More at www.sharonstruth.wordpress.com.


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Thursday, March 13, 2014

'Destination Love Stories: Napa' by Dawn Desousa


Blurb:

Jennifer Jones—JJ to her friends—has played it safe all her life, hiding behind a lab coat as a wine researcher. But after losing her job for dating a coworker, she jumps at the chance to head to Napa Valley to work for the famous MacAllester wine family. She’s learned her lesson: never mix business and pleasure.

William MacAllester-Moore may be the heir to a famous wine making family, but at heart he’s a farmer, growing grapes he hopes will make the best Cabernet in Napa Valley. But when his mother’s new assistant winemaker catches his eye, he realizes his grapes aren’t the only sweet, intoxicating things at the company.

As the sun-drenched days and heated nights stretch out before them, JJ and William’s romance ripens along with the grapes. But there are storm clouds on the horizon. JJ fears her feelings not only endanger her heart and her job, but William’s vineyards as well, putting the first harvest of his new vineyard at risk. Perhaps it’s just not possible to create a new wine and a new life together.


Read Chapter 3:

Chapter Three
William Moore walked into his mom’s office and was presented with the cutest little derriere he’d ever seen.
He sucked in a sharp breath and tensed. One, he wasn’t used to such a gut response to an ass, and two, being turned on in his mom’s office was just wrong. Damn, what was his problem? Clearing his suddenly dry throat, he half groaned, half grumbled, “Can I help you?”
The woman jumped and hit her head on the desk. “Ouch,” she exclaimed, falling back down onto one knee.
William rushed to her side and placed a hand on her arm. “Here, let me help you.”
“Thanks,” she said, taking his offered arm and rising unsteadily to her feet.
“Are you all right?” Being this close, he caught her scent and all thoughts of checking for a concussion were gone.
“I am now,” she sighed and stared up at William. At 6’3” he was used to towering over people, but this woman was nearly as tall as he was.
William stared back, enjoying her warm brown eyes, pert nose, and the full lips grinning back at him. He shook his head, nonplused by the visceral attraction. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“I was looking at the pictures and accidentally knocked a cork off the shelf. I was looking for it when you came in.” She reached over, returning the cork.
William nodded. “Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry, I’m JJ. Rebecca’s new assistant,” she replied, sticking out her hand.
Taking her hand, William raised an eyebrow. So this is mom’s new assistant, brains and beauty. He had read some of her research and had been impressed with the work.
“I’m William. Rebecca’s son and vineyard manager. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Thank you. Nice to meet you too.” She smiled.
“Hey, I found something better than the ’86, an ’84,” Maggie exclaimed from the doorway. “Hi, William. I see you’ve met JJ.”
“Yes, we were looking at family photos.” William grinned at JJ.
“What?” Maggie asked.
“Nothing.” William waved his cousin off. “So where is my mom?”
“Oh, she got stuck in the tasting room talking to a customer and will be back when she is done. But you’re just in time to officially welcome JJ to the team.” Maggie started opening the wine.
“Welcome to the team. Drinking around here is an occupational necessity.” William grinned and leaned on the edge of his mom’s desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
“William. That’s not true. You’ll scare her off.” Maggie gave him a chiding look as she handed him a glass.
“Are you scared?” William asked JJ, taking a sip.
JJ bit her lip to keep from laughing. Great, she has a sense of humor too.
Shaking her head, JJ took a glass from Maggie. “No, I worked in a wine research lab. Wine drinking was certainly an occupational necessity.”
“See, Maggie. She’ll fit right in.” William winked at JJ. “I had the chance to try the Norton Reserve you shipped here and loved what you did. It’s one of the reasons I think my mom decided to give you the contract.”
JJ brushed some of her silky, sable hair behind her ear. “Thank you. But it’s nothing compared with what you make here.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.” He set down his glass and stood up. “Well, I need to go chat with my mom and get back out in the field. Good to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Actually, William, don’t forget JJ is staying in your cottage,” Maggie reminded him.
William stopped in the doorway. He had forgotten that Maggie had asked him if JJ could stay at his cottage. Not that he minded; since he’d finished remodeling his house, the cottage had just been sitting there empty. He just hadn’t expected her to be this cute, and hoped she wouldn’t be too much of a temptation. But what the hell, he had promised Maggie and he had to admit he liked the idea of having JJ so close. “That’s right. Not a problem.”
JJ glanced between Maggie and William. “Oh no, I couldn’t impose.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you’ll stay there. You might be an employee now but you were my friend first and that’s what matters,” Maggie assured her.
“That would be nice and thank you for accommodating me.” JJ smiled and nodded at William.
“My pleasure. You can get the address from Maggie. Now if you’ll excuse me, ladies.” William nodded at JJ. “I’ll see you at my house later tonight, say five o’clock?”
“Yep, that works,” JJ replied.
“Great, see you then.” William left his mom’s office with a wide grin. Yes, having her as a guest might turn out to be interesting.


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Author Bio:

Dawn DeSousa publishes travel-themed romance novels set in an exciting location she has actually traveled. As part of her mission to encourage women and girls to live their best lives, she created a program called Dimes of Love. For each book sold, a dime will be donated to an organization that empowers women and girls. So every time you buy one of her books, you are contributing to the wellbeing of others around the world.

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Website: DestinationLoveStories.com

Monday, September 30, 2013

Meet Christy Nicholas, author of 'Ireland: Mythical, Magical, Mystical: A Guide to Hidden Ireland'


Meet author Christy Nicholas, who shares her extreme love of Ireland with us in her new book!


What inspired you to create this tour guide to Ireland?
Ireland is such a beautiful, magical land. I’ve always felt perfectly at home there, and I wanted to share that magic with many people.

I had always written trip reports from each vacation, and I had written an article on planning a trip there. I had also self-published a couple photojournals of my trips, so this seemed like the logical next step towards professional travel writing.
What is one of your favorite stops, that is off the beaten path?
I adored Achill Island, off the west coast of Ireland. It was an easy day trip from Westport, and a stunningly beautiful drive around the coast of this little gem. Keem Bay, especially, was incredible – crashing waves on a sandy, white beach, and a towering cliff overhead. I could have stayed there all day, just soaking in all the energy and beauty.
What is one of your favorite Irish legends or folktales?
I’m rather partial to the legend of Queen Maeve, a very headstrong and proud woman, who pitched her people into a horrible war – all over the pride and need to have the best bull in the land.
What are some of the biggest misconceptions about the Irish lifestyle and people?
I suppose the worst one that Americans have is that the Irish are all drunks – that is far from the truth. Sure, they enjoy a pint at the end of the day, but I see it more as a social activity. The pub is the neighborhood living room, so to speak, and is a place the community can gather and socialize at the day’s end. It results in neighbors who know each other and support each other, rather than simply nod to each other on the way to work, as we do in the US.

As a side note, there is no reason to drink alcohol at the pub – you can participate in the culture with a soda or lemonade, quite easily. I prefer the cider, myself!
What is it about Ireland that is so attractive to us?
Well, certainly a large part of it is that so many of us have some Irish ancestry. It’s believed that over 10% of Americans have some claim to it. It’s also a foreign culture that Americans can tour without learning another language. Because of its compact nature, one can see many sites in a day tour, without driving a long way. I believe there is also a good dose of nostalgia about life in the past, and many of the smaller villages in Ireland reflect this sense of nostalgia.
What makes your book stand out from others about Ireland?
There are certainly many excellent travel guides out there of this land, but most of them concentrate on the major sites – the Cliffs of Moher, Glendalough Abbey, Trinity College. That is wonderful, and these are places people should visit. But there is so much more to Ireland beyond these tourism behemoths, and my book does its best to share these hidden gems. In addition, I go into some of the myth and history of the land, so those people who wish to see these sites in a greater context have that chance.
Where are some other places you enjoy visiting?
I have enjoyed time in the UK, as well as Nova Scotia and the northeast US. There are many places that I would love to travel. If I were to win the lottery, the first thing I’d do (after paying off all my bills!) would be to arrange an around-the-world trip!
Is there anything else you would like to add?
Even if you cannot afford a trip to Ireland (and I urge you to read my practical tips section, as you may be surprised at how affordable it can be!), then, at least, I can hope that you can travel vicariously to this very special place, my soul’s home, mo anam bhaile.
Thank you so much for your time!
And thank you for yours!
IRELAND: MYTHICAL, MAGICAL, MYSTICAL
By
Christy Nicholas

BLURB:


Do you find yourself drawn to the magic of the Emerald Isle? Would you like to see places beyond the typical tourist traps? Come, join me on a journey through the mists of legend, into the hidden places of mystery. Immerse yourself in the legends and myths, the history that has made this island precious in the hearts and minds of millions. Along with the tales and history, there is practical information on planning your trip, budgeting your costs, and finding the best places to while away the magical hours of your holiday.


Read an excerpt:
The Magical Facet The Fair Folk

Everyone has heard of fairies, of creatures with supernatural powers to curse, to bless, to find gold, or to cause mischief. Literature and art is full of them from Shakespeare to contemporary artists Amy Brown or Jasmine Beckett-Griffith. Western culture, especially in the US, is bred on Disney’s Tinker Bell, children’s books of flower fairies from Victorian artists, and grim tales of the darker side of these Fae folk.



In Ireland, fairies, known as the Sídhe (pronounced shee) or the Good Folk, originate from the Tuatha Dé Danann, the people who immigrated to the island before the Sons of Míl. Supposedly full of powers, the Tuatha Dé Danann could not bear to be near iron, and therefore their superior skills were for naught. Rather than leave the land they loved, they agreed to reside below the earth. For this reason, caves are said to be entrances into their underworld homes. Traces of this legend can be seen in the classic film, Darby O’Gill and the Little People, where Darby is led under a mountain to the Fairy King’s palace. 
Ireland has countless portals, be they hills, hawthorn trees, caves, wells, or other sacred places.

A more Christianized origin of these creatures claim they are angels which fell to Earth before humans resided there. They live beneath the waves or gardens, and while some are evil, others can be helpful as long as they are treated with respect.

While many modern legends show the fairies to be sweet, kind, magical creatures, this is really a Victorian creation. The traditional views in Ireland and Scotland show the Sídhe to be mischievous to the point of cruelty a force to be reckoned with. They are not sought out by the wise. In fact, most of the herb and spell lore of an almost forgotten era is meant to instruct how to keep you from coming to the Folks’ attention.


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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

My name is Christy Nicholas, also known as Green Dragon. I do many things, including digital art, beaded jewelry, writing and photography. In real life I'm a CPA, but having grown up with art and around me (my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are/were all artists), it sort of infected me, as it were.  I love to draw and to create things. It's more of an obsession than a hobby. I like looking up into the sky and seeing a beautiful sunset, or a fragrant blossom, a dramatic seaside. I then wish to take a picture or create a piece of jewelry to share this serenity, this joy, this beauty with others.  Sometimes this sharing requires explanation – and thus I write. Combine this love of beauty with a bit of financial sense and you get an art business. I do local art and craft shows, as well as sending my art to various science fiction conventions throughout the country and abroad.


Find Christy here:
www.GreenDragonArtist.com

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