Posts Tagged "Severed Trust"

This week I’m hosting  Linda Windsor with The Healer (US only giveaway) and Margaret Daley with Severed Trust (US only giveaway). If you want to enter the drawings for the books, please leave a comment on one of the post during the week with your email address. I will not enter you without an email address (my way to contact you if you win). If you don’t want to leave an email address, another way you can enter is to email me at margaretdaley@gmail.com. The drawings end Sunday (Nov. 3rd) evening. Interview with the heroine from Severed Trust by Margaret Daley: 1.  Sadie Thompson, tell me the most interesting thing about you. I have two adorable children-a twin boy and girl. They are my life. 2.  What do you do for fun? I don’t have a lot of free time,...

Congratulations to Debra for winning Winnie Griggs’s A Family for Christmas and to Polly for winning Richard Mabry’s Heart Failure. This week I’m hosting  Linda Windsor with The Healer (US only giveaway) and Margaret Daley with Severed Trust (US only giveaway). If you want to enter the drawings for the books, please leave a comment on one of the post during the week with your email address. I will not enter you without an email address (my way to contact you if you win). If you don’t want to leave an email address, another way you can enter is to email me at margaretdaley@gmail.com. The drawings end Sunday (Nov. 3rd) evening. Bio for Linda Windsor: With an estimated million books in print, Christy finalist and winner of multiple industry...

Standing at the gravesite, I stare at the coffin, my mom inside. Dead. I don’t understand. Why did she do it? Leave me and Dad?           I glance at my father next to me, tears running down his face, and my own stay clumped in my throat. An ache spreads through my whole body.            Memories of a few days before trying to wake up Mom send the terror through me all over again. I close my eyes, not wanting to remember, only to picture her sprawled on her bed, an empty bottle of pills next to her.            I rub my hands across my face, trying to scrub the image from my mind.            As the crowd thins, my aunt approaches Dad. “I have some ladies from the church lined up to bring food over. Are you sure you don’t want Bob and me at your house today? As...