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Showing posts with label World War I romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War I romance. Show all posts

Thursday, December 11, 2014

BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--GUEST AUTHOR LINDA ANDREWS

Linda Andrews is a scientist who writes horror, science fiction, contemporary romance, fantasy romance, and historical romance. Today she joins us to discuss one of her historical romances, set during World War I. Learn more about her and her books at her website. 

Linda is offering an e-copy of The Christmas Ship to one of our readers. To enter simply post a comment about a handmade gift you've received. Don't forget to include your email so we can contact you if you've won.

Unless you've live under a rock, you've probably heard the saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Belgians and many citizens in northern France would have loved to have lemons, instead they received help from Spain, the Netherlands, and the United States in the form of the largest international aid organization the world had ever seen, The Commission for Relief in Belgium, established in 1914.

Although headed by Herbert Hoover and neutral diplomats, the men and women working on the ground and overseeing the handoff of foodstuffs to the Comité National de Secours et d'Alimentation for disbursement to the people were mostly young American college graduates. These were the faces the Belgian and French people saw who could act with some degree of freedom while they suffered under the German occupation.

And it was to these American delegates that many handed their words of thanks for the food they received, the clothes and blankets they had, and the knowledge that the world had not forgotten them. With so much being requisitioned by the Kaiser's Army, the Belgians and French had little to give, but the children wrote notes of thanks, the citizens doffed their hats when they saw the American flag, and the women offered handicrafts with the American flag as decorations, many stitched on the very flour sacks that fed them. 

While not many examples of these gifts remain, I think they are an amazing snapshot of an extraordinary time with a message for the ages.

In my book, The Christmas Ship, the heroine receives just such a gift from a woman receiving meals in a soup kitchen and uses it to cover her earlier receipt of a forbidden letter to a Belgian soldier.

The Christmas Ship
American businessman Jacob Kerrigan works behind enemy lines to help feed seven million starving Belgians and bring Christmas to the children. The Commission for Relief in Belgium asks only one thing of its delegates: remain neutral in a war-torn country.

Roselle Perrine works in soup kitchens and her family farm by day, and spies for the Belgian resistance at night. She uses her position in society to convince Jacob to stay in her chateau, hoping the relief delegates presence will cover her nocturnal activities.

But the Kaisers Army is watching. When Roselles spying is discovered, will Jacob remain neutral or fight for love?

Monday, April 28, 2014

COOKING WITH CLORIS--GUEST AUTHOR LINDA ANDREWS COOKS SAUERKRAUT AND RIBS

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounced: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal.” Learn more about Linda and her books at her website and blog.   

I come from a family of foodies. Which means the holidays are full of homemade goodies. Growing up, one of the Thanksgiving foods in our house was sauerkraut and spareribs as a side dish along with the traditional fixings. It wasn’t until I celebrated Thanksgiving with my husband’s family that I realized not everyone served sauerkraut and spareribs with their turkey dinner. How weird was that? Last year I introduced my children (all now adults) to this amazing side dish. Sadly, they all enjoyed it and there were not many leftovers. I found my husband layering it onto the brats we grilled up when we tired of leftover turkey. So you see, you can use it for backyard barbecues, too. And best of all, it’s a very simple recipe.

Sauerkraut and Spareribs

Ingredients:
3—15 ounce cans of Libby’s Bavarian Sauerkraut (you can drain one can for a less salty dish, but don’t rinse)
4—6 pounds of spareribs

Cut spareribs into pieces so they fit in a crockpot. Add the three cans and liquid on top. Cover and cook on low for 10-12 hours. Serve warm.

Yep, that’s it. Some times the best things don’t require a lot of work. I’ve made it twice this year, mostly because I’ve been writing about World War I, and a derogatory name for the Germans was cabbage heads.

Hearts in Barbed Wire
Lieutenant Lucien Duplan is wounded and trapped behind German lines. To reach the Dutch border and freedom, he needs Madeline Thevenet—a woman who eases his pain but is destined to become a nun.

Aiding the man responsible for her parents' death is the last thing Madeline wants to do. But to get her young brother safely to Holland, she will do anything to avoid being caught by the Germans and tried for treason, including putting her heart on the line. 

Madeline and Luc must stay one step ahead of the enemy. But the war around them is nothing compared with the battle raging inside. For honor and duty demand one action; and love requires another.

Loves Great War: Belgium, 1914

Excerpt:
"Madeline." Mille sighed. "Do you think she knows how pretty she is?"

Madeline's face blossomed in Luc's mind. The soft angle of her jaw, the two lines that appeared above her nose when she didn't understand something, and the gentle curves of her body. He hadn't meant to scare her this morning. He just wanted to punch through that clinical detached shell of hers, make her see him as a man, not a patient.
And he'd nearly kissed her in the process.

"No, she can't know. Girls that know, they know just how to tease. And they do it on purpose." Mille shifted his leg, banging Luc's ankle.

How could she be so tempting and innocent? How would Luc survive being next to her morning, noon, and night until they reached Holland? He clamped his lips together, forcing the groan into a grunt.