Framed in Death Valley by Dana Mentink


It seems that each new book by Dana Mentink is even better than the last one and that is saying something because every one of them has been excellent. In her latest, Framed in Death Valley the narrative revolves around an already married couple but boy do they have some obstacles to overcome.

Beckett has just been released from jail after being framed for a murder he didn’t commit. Out of concern for his wife Laney, he has filed for divorce thinking that is the best way to protect her until the real killer is found. As can be easily imagined, Laney is both hurt and angry which makes it difficult for her to accept Beckett’s help when it becomes apparent that her life is in danger anyway.

With escalating danger and suspense and a surprise or two thrown in for good measure, Framed in Death Valley is a page turner that I could not put down until the very end. As always, a subtle faith message with a theme of forgiveness and trusting God was deftly woven throughout the tale. Highly recommend it!


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Book:  Framed in Death Valley

Author: Dana Mentink

Genre: Inspirational Suspense

Release date: March 1, 2021

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Framed for a murder he didn’t commit, firefighter Beckett Duke gave up on everything—including his marriage to spirited Laney Holland. That is, until Laney’s life is threatened. Knowing the real killer is still at large, Beckett now has one purpose: protecting the woman he loves…and their unborn child. But sometimes an innocent man’s second chance comes with a deadly price.


Dana Mentink is a two time American Christian Fiction Writers Carol Award winner, a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award and a Holt Medallion winner. She is the Publisher’s Weekly bestselling author of over forty titles in the suspense and lighthearted romance genres. She is pleased to write for Harlequin’s Love Inspired Suspense, Harlequin Heartwarming and Poisoned Pen Press. Besides writing, she busies herself teaching third grade. Mostly, she loves to be home with Papa Bear, teen bear cubs affectionately nicknamed Yogi and Boo Boo, Junie, the  nutty terrier, and a chubby box turtle.


What’s up in Death Valley?

As the desert vistas opened up in front of Papa Bear and me, I felt an amazing sense of peace. Mind you, we were visiting Death Valley in the fall. No braving the 130 plus summer temperatures for this couple! I simply cannot describe to you the wonder I felt, as a suburbanite from a bustling, noisy Northern California city. There is never a moment at home when I see only open horizon, when I hear nothing but quiet breezes. I was, quite simply, stunned.

I had done some research about places to visit as potential series settings, and Death Valley was at the top of the list. The websites did not disappoint. Artist’s Palette, the gorgeous peak painted in a rainbow of rock colors? Check! Badwater Basin, the lowest point in North America, glistening with salt and not so lifeless as one might think…check! How about my favorite moment…jouncing along the precarious trail through Titus Canyon? Check! Would all of these incomparable locations be suitable for a six book suspense series? Roger that!

It’s ironic that I felt so welcomed by such an inhospitable locale. Visiting is one thing, but it takes a certain rugged breed of individuals to live in such a hostile climate. What fodder for fiction! I simply could not wait to get home and start creating the Duke family. And you know what? When this pandemic is over, Death Valley is the first place I want to return…in the fall, of course! Do you have a place near and dear to your heart? What’s first on your travel list after the world opens up again?



To celebrate her tour, Dana is giving away  the grand prize of a $30 Amazon gift card, a set of six mini cactus candles, and a signed copy of the book!!

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Dark of Night by Carrie Cotten Blog Blitz

Welcome to the Blog Blitz for Dark of Night by Carrie Cotten, hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!


Title: Dark of Night

Series: Dreamwalker #2

Author: Carrie Cotten

Publisher: independently published

Release Date: March 25, 2021

Genre: Christian Speculative Fiction

A new life, a new love, and even a new name. For former secret agent Andromeda Stone – now Joanna Carter – a normal, boring life with her handsome husband was the happy ending. But an old enemy resurfaces, determined to leave nothing unfinished, and Andy must step back into the nightmares once again. Andy and Will each face their own worst fears in their search for answers. Will this new mission cost Andy more than she’s willing to pay?

When the journey takes her to deeper and darker places than she’s ever been before, Andy discovers it’s more than just answers she’s looking for.

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Carrie Cotten is a recent transplant to the Appalachian mountains where she and her family are trying their hand at homesteading in the tranquil community of Grassy Creek, North Carolina. By day she is a farming, homeschooling mom of four and by night, a writer of intense, emotional and intriguing Christian fiction novels.

While she has been writing her whole life, the Dreamwalker books are her first complete and published series. Her ultimate goal is to share the good news of salvation through Jesus Christ through her words. Her characters, though dealing with unbelievable situations experience real, raw, and believable faith.

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(1) winner will receive a Dreamwalker prize pack including The Dreamwalker paperback book, a Dreamwalker charm, Dreamwalker bookmark, and (4) stickers!

Full tour schedule linked below. Giveaway began at midnight March 25, 2021 and will last through 11:59 PM EST on April 1, 2021. Winner will be notified within 2 weeks of close of the giveaway and given 48 hours to respond or risk forfeiture of prize. US only. Void where prohibited by law or logistics.

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Tapestry of Light by Kimberly Duffy

Welcome to the Blog Tour for A Tapestry of Light by Kimberly Duffy, hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!


Title: A Tapestry of Light
Author: Kimberly Duffy
Publisher: Bethany House Publishers
Release date: March 16, 2021
Genre: Christian Historical Romance

Calcutta, 1886.

Ottilie Russell is adrift between two cultures, British and Indian, belonging to both and neither. In order to support her little brother, Thaddeus, and her grandmother, she relies upon her skills in beetle-wing embroidery that have been passed down to her through generations of Indian women.

When a stranger appears with the news that Thaddeus is now Baron Sunderson and must travel to England to take his place as a nobleman, Ottilie is shattered by the secrets that come to light. Despite her growing friendship with Everett Scott, friend to Ottilie’s English grandmother and aunt, she refuses to give up her brother. Then tragedy strikes, and she is forced to make a decision that will take Thaddeus far from death and herself far from home.

But betrayal and loss lurk in England, too, and soon Ottilie must fight to ensure Thaddeus doesn’t forget who he is, as well as find a way to stitch a place for herself in this foreign land.

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Excerpts from A Tapestry of Light by Kimberly Duffy

Excerpt 1

Ottilie set her packages on the table beside the settee and drew the shawl from its wrapping. She carefully unfolded it and laid it over Mrs. Winship’s lap. As Ottilie pulled the reticule free, she watched Mrs. Winship’s fingers trace the intricate embroidery edging the ruffle, her nails catching the elytra splayed in a floral pattern.

“Your mother was quite good. How do I know she didn’t do this work?”

Ottilie’s brows rose. “You don’t, I suppose, but why would I take on work I’m not qualified to do?” She held out the reticule.

Mrs. Winship didn’t reach for it. She picked up the shawl and shoved it at Ottilie before leaning back against the settee. With an elegant yawn, she gave a wave. “I’m sure you’re qualified, but I’m looking for something exceptional. Damaris is reaching an age where even our money won’t be enough to turn a man’s head. She needs to look spectacular. Especially with all those Fishing Fleet girls coming and stealing the Raj’s best men.” She pressed her fingers to her temples, and her eyes drifted shut. “It’s a shame your mother is no longer here. I had something spectacular in mind.”

“Mother!” Damaris’s rebuke covered Ottilie’s small gasp.

Ottilie focused on the paper-wrapped shoes she held in her arms. She didn’t want to show this foreign woman the gift she’d made for the most precious person in Calcutta. Didn’t want her pale fingers prodding the embroidery and picking apart the memories Ottilie had tucked away of hours snipping wings and beading thread and giggling in the lamplight, impatiently anticipating Maji’s joy and pride and the sight of her small, perfectly arched foot slipping into something beautiful again.

Excerpt 2

Ottilie pushed up from her mat and, ignoring her mourning gown, wrapped herself round and round in the white sari. The gauzy fabric slid over her hips and swathed her shoulders. She pulled the neatly hemmed edge around her back and tucked it into her waistband.

There. Now that she was hidden and protected within a brilliant chrysalis, God could do something with her shattered spirit. With time, maybe a butterfly would emerge. When she wore European dress, expected of her because of her majority of English blood, she drew stares and abuse from British and Indian alike.

When she wore a sari, because she looked Indian, she could hide. No one noticed her. Her waist was uncrushed by stays, and her movements unhampered by bustle and heavy fabric meant for foggy days. Maybe the most Anglophile in their Eurasian community would raise their brows and the aunties would gossip about Ottilie behind raised hands, but no one would say anything. Especially in her grief. And today she wanted to be like N?n?. Wanted to distance herself from the feelings that came whenever she donned woolen gowns—as though she were a child playing dress-up. Clothing that didn’t fit properly. A look that endeared her to no one and drew distrustful pale English eyes and resentful Bengali frowns.

Excerpt 3

“You’re young. There’s no reason to say you’ll never marry. Why? No. You will marry someday, and it might as well be someone who can feed us. Keep Thaddeus in school.” N?n? crossed her arms, matching Ottilie’s posture.

N?n? didn’t know. Had never met Victor. Had never seen him resplendent in his gold-braided uniform. Had never been tugged into a dark corner of the Imperial Museum and held in his arms. Had never heard Ottilie whisper a frantic yes when he proposed. Hadn’t noticed when Ottilie wept when it ended only four months after Papa’s death. Because there had been so much weeping, and how would she know Ottilie shed tears over a cowardly soldier, not again for the loss of father and siblings?

She didn’t know, and Ottilie wouldn’t tell her. And even if Ottilie did, one day, set aside her vow not to marry, she wouldn’t be coerced into a marriage of convenience. Not when she’d grown up watching the restrained passion and evident love between her parents. “I don’t love him, N?n?. I never could.”

“Psssh, love. What did it bring me but heartache? Even your mother suffered from it. Better to marry a man you merely like so that if he rejects you, you won’t grow cold, and if he dies, you won’t grow weak from grief.”

Ottilie stood and looked down at her grandmother, able to see the fear in N?n?’s drawn face. Her grandmother only wanted to spare them the indignity of poverty. Her stubborn meddling was birthed in love and concern.

Ottilie held out her hand and helped N?n? to her feet. Placing her hands on her grandmother’s narrow shoulders, she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you and would do almost anything to see you happy, but I won’t do this. I’d rather marry no man than marry a man I feel as much for as I do a jackfruit.”

Excerpt 4

“I’ve been sent here for a purpose, and I’m surprised your mother mentioned nothing of my coming.”

Ottilie narrowed her eyes. “Being struck down by a horse has a way of obstructing conversations—even important ones.”

Mr. Scott sighed. “I must know—was your mother Indian, and is she also Thaddeus’s mother?”

Ottilie didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to give his impudent question another thought. But if her mother had expected this man, invited him to their home, Ottilie wanted to know why, and she wasn’t sure he’d give her the answers she needed if she didn’t give him the ones he did.

“Yes, Sonia and Edwin Russell are the parents of us both. My mother is Eurasian—she has a British father and Indian mother. I look like my grandmother. Thaddeus looks like—”

“Your grandfather.”

“No, my father. Thaddeus looks nothing like the colonel.”

He shook his head. “I meant your father’s father. He’s the exact replica, except for the brown hair. Your grandfather had blond hair.”

Ottilie’s breath caught in her chest, and something hard and impossible to ignore fisted her stomach. “You know my father’s family?”

“Quite well. They sent me here.”

“Why?” she whispered. The English Russells had never contacted them before. Father alluded to some kind of falling out, but otherwise never spoke of his family except to say he had two brothers and a younger sister.

“Thaddeus is . . .” Mr. Scott laughed in a nervous way. “There is no easy way to say this. Your father’s eldest brother, Newell, was killed in a carriage accident nine months ago, and he had only daughters. Four of them. They’ve gone north to live with their mother and her family. The second brother, who died three years ago in the Anglo-Zulu War, wasn’t married. That makes Thaddeus the new Baron Sunderson.”

Ottilie laughed. “Thaddeus . . . a baron? That’s not possible.”

“But it is. And your grandmother, Lady Sunderson, has sent me here to bring him home.”


Kimberly Duffy is a Long Island native currently living in Southwest Ohio, via six months in India. When she’s not homeschooling her four kids, she writes historical fiction that takes her readers back in time and across oceans. She loves trips that require a passport, recipe books, and practicing kissing scenes with her husband of twenty years. He doesn’t mind.

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(1) winner will receive a print copy of A Tapestry of Light, A Mosaic of Wings, and Recipes from an Indian Kitchen!

Full tour schedule linked below. Giveaway began at midnight March 22, 2021 and will last through 11:59 PM EST on March 29, 2021. Winner will be notified within 2 weeks of close of the giveaway and given 48 hours to respond or risk forfeiture of prize. US only. Void where prohibited by law or logistics.

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My Dear Miss Dupré by Grace Hitchcock


I actually enjoyed My Dear Miss Dupré despite a number of reviewers who did not. Sure, Willow probably didn’t treat all her suitors well but then how could one gal manage to spend enough time with thirty different men to get to know them well enough to decide if any of them would make an acceptable husband. And there was the little fact that Willow was not at all comfortable with the competition set up by her parents to help choose a husband at the end of six months. Who ever heard of such a thing? Actually the idea did make for some interesting reading and quite a few humorous situations along the way.

Regardless of her avowed faith, Willow was an unconventional young woman who was eminently more interested in helping run her father’s sugar factory than in marriage and had very little experience with courting. Forced into the situation by her parents, Willow was obviously confused and made quite a few poor choices in dealing with the men. As the competition advanced, Willow did find that she favored three or four of the men but had difficulty deciding between them. The situation escalated when she found herself in danger and also realized that the man she truly cared for had ulterior motives.

My Dear Miss Dupré was fun to read with its sometimes quirky characters, humorous situations, and an unexpected touch of danger and suspense. I also appreciated the fact that one character’s walk of faith matured quite nicely during the story as he came face to face with his sins.

I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book provided by Bethany House, a division of Baker Publishing Group. A favorable review was not required. All views expressed are my own.


Thirty suitors, six months of courting . . .
would it be enough time for her to fall in love?

Willow Dupré never thought she would have to marry, but with her father’s unexpected retirement from running the prosperous Dupré sugar refinery, she is forced into a different future. The shareholders are unwilling to allow a female to take over the company without a man at her side, so her parents devise a plan–find Willow a spokesman king in order for her to become queen of the business empire.

Willow is presented with thirty potential suitors from the families of New York society’s elite group called the Four Hundred. She has six months to court the group and is told to to eliminate men each month to narrow her beaus until she chooses one to marry, ending the competition with a wedding. Willow reluctantly agrees, knowing she must do what is best for the business. She doesn’t expect to find anything other than a proxy . . . until she meets a gentleman who captures her attention, and she must discover for herself if his motives are pure.

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Grace Hitchcock ( is the author of multiple historical novels and novellas. She holds a master’s degree in creative writing and a bachelor of arts in English with a minor in history. Grace lives in Baton Rouge with her husband, Dakota, and their son and daughter.

The Dress Shop on King Street by Ashley Clark


The Dress Shop on King Street is one of those books with all the feels. Its primary focus is on Millie Middleton as it highlights different stages of her life. Harper Dupree also plays a strong role in the story as does a young man named Peter. As the tale passes back and forth between characters and time, the reader slowly begins to get a glimpse of how their lives have somehow been woven together over the years without their knowledge.

Sometimes difficult to read and at times heartbreaking, the story relates the struggles of a mixed race woman who appears to be white during an era when such things could be dangerous. It is a tale filled with love, dreams deferred, difficult choices, faith through it all, and eventually forgiveness and reconciliation.

I loved the relationship between Harper and Millie, especially the fact that they both had similar dreams. A surprise or two along the way were perfect touches in this beautiful narrative that left me with ample things to ponder when I closed its covers.

I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book provided by Bethany House, a division of Baker Publishing Group. A favorable review was not required. All views expressed are my own.


?Harper Dupree has pinned all her hopes on a future in fashion design. But when it comes crashing down around her, she returns home to Fairhope, Alabama, and to Millie, the woman who first taught her how to sew. As Harper rethinks her own future, long-hidden secrets about Millie’s past are brought to light.

In 1946, Millie Middleton–the daughter of an Italian man and a Black woman–boarded a train and left Charleston to keep half of her heritage hidden. She carried with her two heirloom buttons and the dream of owning a dress store. She never expected to meet a charming train jumper who changed her life forever . . . and led her yet again to a heartbreaking choice about which heritage would define her future.

Now, together, Harper and Millie return to Charleston to find the man who may hold the answers they seek . . . and a chance at the dress shop they’ve both dreamed of. But it’s not until all appears lost that they see the unexpected ways to mend what frayed between the seams.


Ashley Clark ( writes romantic women’s fiction set in the South. With a master’s degree in creative writing, Ashley teaches literature and writing courses at the University of West Florida. Ashley has been an active member of American Christian Fiction Writers for almost a decade. She lives with her husband, son, and two rescued Cocker Spaniels off Florida’s Gulf Coast. When she’s not writing, she’s rescuing stray animals, dreaming of Charleston, and drinking all the English breakfast tea she can get her hands on.