Saturday, May 29, 2010

WESTERN SWING, TRUE GRITS, AND SKIDBOOT

Greetings from San Marcos, Texas
…and welcome to the Western Swing Festival on the courthouse square!
The gathering has grown each year, and it’s always great fun. Several Western Swing Bands play during the day and evening, and while visitors roam around or sit in the audience, they continue to perform and provide pure Texas entertainment. Old songs, new songs, all played with guitars, drums, keyboard, and fiddles, and sung by artists worthy of a Nashville stage.


Dozens of exhibits showed us life in the Nineteenth Century, from chuck wagon cooking to blacksmithing. Vendors offered beautiful, enticing arts and crafts—wonderful custom handmade wooden crafts, gorgeous sterling silver jewelry, lovely handmade jewelry from beads, appealing candles, beautiful handmade bags, and a plethora of other offerings. Food vendors offered barbecue plates, catfish plates, Mexican chalupas or tostados, hamburgers, and hot dogs.

One of the best activities at the festival was meeting friends and neighbors, stopping to visit, and moving on until we run into someone else—all the while listening to the music. These gentlemen must know each other, because they were having a lively conversation.

Two-Stepping to a good old country western song, complete with strumming guitars, a fine fiddle, and a young woman singing her heart out. This couple knows how it’s done, and they know the proper attire. How about a little Boot-Scootin’ Boogie next?

 Two lovely women I became acquainted with—both True Grits (Girls Raised in Texas). Love the pink boots! They were both so cute, I had to show them off!

For the finale, I present a Blue Heeler named Skidboot, who is a descendent of the original Skidboot. This dog has a real personality. The original Skidboot, which died about three years ago, appeared on Oprah, won first prize in a national talent show and earned his owner $25,000, and was the subject of one segment of a program titled “Texas Hill Country Reporter.” I’d love for you to watch this video—it will brighten your day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4VMntSUskg  

Thank you for visiting! Y’all come back, now, you hear?
 Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

WINNERS OF MY CREATIVE BLOG AWARD CONTEST

I present the winners of my Creative Blog Award Contest. I want you meet these wonderful authors and see the beautiful covers and blurbs of their recent releases. Celia


Rebecca Vickery
SURVIVING WITH LOVE
Independently Published on Oct. 16, 2009
Available in multi-format ebook and print.
Blurb:
Sparks fly when Stacey Parker meets Cord McConnell in the Bitterroot Wilderness of Eastern Idaho. From their first heated exchange, she doubts they will survive their assignment in the wilderness without killing each other. Cord McConnell isn't prepared for the sight of the young woman with the wild mane of strawberry blond curls who claims to be his tracker. No way is he agreeing to follow this girl into the woods on such a dangerous assignment! But time is ticking away and two kidnapped boys will not survive if he fails. When danger inserts itself into the tension between them, will they be able to save the boys? At the end of the mission, can they go their separate ways-or will fate step in and force them to face another dangerous situation and their attraction once again?
Buy links: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/4865
http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-With-Love-ebook/dp/B002TG4P0O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1274633194&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Love-Rebecca-J-Vickery/dp/1449587925/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274633194&sr=1-2
http://productsearch.barnesandnoble.com/search/results.aspx?store=book&TTL=Surviving+With+Love&ATH=Rebecca+J.+Vickery&WRD=&PRC=&FMT=&AGE=&USRI=Surviving+With+Love&CAT=&PN=&afsrc=&lkid=&pubid=&byo=&cm_mmc=
Author's Bio:
Rebecca J. Vickery is a wife, mother, grandmother, and daughter who writes romance with a twist of the paranormal (special gifts), mystery, suspense, or adventure along the way to a happy ever after. After adding speculative fiction short stories to her repertoire last fall, Rebecca has begun publishing romantic anthologies with the help of a multi-talented group of authors under the name Victory Tales Press. To find more information about her work, go to http://romancewithatwist.com or http://victorytalespress.lefora.com

Savanna Kougar
STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME
Blurb ~
Drojovv Zyan of the V’Trailuc Realm is a man-stallion of ash and flame on a mission to save his world’s crucial Earth portal from the fires ravaging the National Forest surrounding it. Pretending to be the tracker, Trail, he settles in a small southeastern Arizona town. When he gets an eyeful of the beautiful ranch owner, Seneca, he lusts after the Earth human, a woman he’s not supposed to take as his Mate.
Trail leaves her alone until her brother is in a bad motorcycle accident and she needs a hired hand. Soon both of them are threatened by hordes of enemies. At all costs, Trail must protect her. His world depends on it, her world depends on it. And his heart comes to depend on it.
Author’s Bio: Savanna Kougar is an eBook and print author with Siren-BookStrand, Liquid Silver Books and Aspen Mountain Press. She writes love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com/
MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE
Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Linda Swift
SINGLE STATUS
Blurb:
A handsome man. A beautiful woman. And a secluded villa in the Caribbean. The perfect setting for romance? Nothing could be further from their minds.
Author’s Bio: Linda Swift writes romance and women's fiction for The Wild Rose Press, Awe-Struck Publishing, and Whiskey Creek Press. She currently has four eBooks available (one in print) and two coming soon.
http://www.awe-struck.net/books/single_status.html 




Diane Craver
WHITNEY IN CHARGE
Blurb:
Whitney Benson is tired of her older sisters’ attempts to fix her up with every single male they meet. Shannon and Regan cross the line when they arrange for her to go skydiving with the simple excuse that more guys like to float in the air than women. Whitney needs to find something else to keep them busy.
When she suggests that the three of them start a family business, the fun begins in their small town. And she thought being a TV producer in New York had been exciting.
Without going skydiving, Whitney meets two eligible bachelors, Jack and Ben, who constantly battle for her affection. Which one will she choose? Both men make Whitney realize even a heart shattered by her husband’s death can once again be made whole.
But did she have to fall off a cliff to learn that?
Author’s Bio:
As the youngest in the family, growing up on a farm in Findlay , Ohio , Diane Craver often acted out characters from her own stories in the backyard. Before starting on her writing career, Diane was a schoolteacher and play director.
Diane enjoys her life with her husband and six children in southwestern Ohio. Her husband of thirty-four years is very supportive, as well as her awesome children. Her novels are published by Desert Breeze Publishing and Samhain Publishing. She writes contemporary and inspirational romance, chick-lit mystery, and women’s fiction. Learn more about Diane Craver and her books at http://www.dianecraver.com or read her blog at http://www.dianecraver.com/blog
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Thank you for visiting,
Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
http://www.celiayeary.com/
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Creative Blog Award!


Greetings! My lovely friend and author, Diane Craver, presented this dubious award to me! Yes, I am a creative writer, but a liar? Oh, not, not me!
I thank Diane for thinking of me, though, while searching for her recipients. You may find her here: Diane Craver. I have nominated a few other worthy friends. If your name is below, copy the award and place it on your own blog with this information: List the person who named you (that would be me!), add a link back to my blog, and pass it on to several friends--six will do, or more if you wish.
To determine how good I am at lying--uh, writing creatively--choose one of the following statements I have made about myself that you believe is the lie--uh, created statement.
1. I climbed a pyramid in Mexico.
2. I have found a twenty dollar bill--twice.
3. I am an Honorary Colonel in the U.S. Army ROTC.
4. I performed in four melodramas.
5. I once worked as a baker in a pie shop.
6. I was my church's pianist from ninth grade until graduation.
7. I have won four golf trophies.
8. I have fired an AK-47.
9. I talked to Michael Caine in an Old Navy store.
10. All the males in my family have Ph.D.s

NOTE-if you guess correctly, I will post your name, your website and blog, and the title and cover of your newest release on my next blog.

With great delight, I pass this award on to the following bloggers:
Allannah Lynne
Barbara Edwards
Caroline Clemmons
K. Dawn Byrd
Anne Patrick
Tina Pinson

Thank you for visiting--
Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
http://www.celiayeary.com/
TEXAS BLUE-eBook and Print
SHOWDOWN IN SOUTHFORK—eBook
ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS-eBook and Print
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Passionate about Writing? Or Obsessive?

 How do you feel about writing? I’m certain you love to create using words on a page to tell a story no one else in the entire world has ever written. Just think, your novel is one of a kind, completely and wholly unique, and if every living person from now until the end of time wrote a book, not one of those writers could duplicate yours.
Astounding, isn’t it? So, how did you accomplish this feat? How did the Old Master Painters of the Renaissance manage to produce such outstanding pieces, or how did the Classical Musicians between 1750 and 1815 write music which still stands today as the best?
The simple fact is that these artists long-gone were passionate about their chosen craft, and perhaps I’ll go as far to say most were obsessive. But what’s the difference?
There’s a fine line between passion and obsession. Would anyone quarrel with the idea that passion is a worthy attribute or a natural feeling? Probably not. But who among us might note that obsession sounds a bit, well, over the top?
Can we find anything wrong with obsession?
Passion: A powerful emotion, such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.
Obsession: Compulsive preoccupation with a fixed idea, or unwanted feeling or emotion, often accompanied by unwanted feelings of anxiety.
These are definitions from a dictionary. But our ideas about both terms may be as profound as Webster’s. I asked the opinion of two of my writer friends on the two terms. We had a long discussion over coffee, and in the end, we’d learned something valuable about ourselves.
We described “passion” as love, as in “we love to write.” We embrace the act, which is a “free-flowing-out” activity that nurtures us as human beings. We agreed that if we could not write, our lives would not end, but a huge gap in our hearts would go unfulfilled, making us unhappy and yearning. However, we would find something else to fill the void.
We described “obsession” as a devouring, all-consuming activity, which would drain us of energy and happiness, hurting us in the end.
However, we three admitted that there had been times when we wrote obsessively, for one reason or another. During this time, we’d harmed our health, our relationships, and quite possibly our real creativeness.
Example: You send a manuscript to an agent and he writes back that he loves your writing, and he thinks he’ll be able to sell it to one of the big publishers. But… he tells you…we must make some changes. He proceeds to outline major changes, deleting certain parts of your beloved manuscript, and re-writing a certain portion, while at the same time changing the title, and let’s also do this….
By the time you read the entire missive, your stomach is in turmoil, you feel a headache coming on, and you feel a little rage building inside your chest. However, the next morning, you arise at six a.m., grab a cup of coffee, stumble to the computer, and begin the assigned chore. By six in the evening, you realize you never dressed, you still wear your fuzzy slippers, and you only ate one slice of bread slathered with peanut butter the entire day. But you still have several hours before bedtime. You tell your husband, I need to work a while longer. At 3 a.m., you stagger to bed. The next morning, ignoring the admonitions from your dearly beloved, you repeat the process. After all, you only have 200 pages to go. By the second morning, your stomach is in a horrible upheaval, your breathing comes short, your back screams with muscles spasms, and your neck is stiff with sharp pains shooting up. But you only have 25 pages to go. And you continue.
Obsessed? Yes, for a short while. Suppose I told you that this manuscript was rejected in the end? It was. Not mine, but the writer who could have been you, anyone, or me.
Paul Carvel said: "Passion is a positive obsession. Obsession is a negative passion."
I don’t know this person, but I’m certain he knew first hand of which he spoke.
I won’t say I’ll never write with obsession again, but I will say I’ll remember how I felt at the time, and try to make corrections in my behavior. In a way, it’s a controlling action, imposed on you by yourself. Any writer, in my opinion, will at one time or another write with obsession. Why? That’s your business, no one else’s.
If someone speaks of your writing and says, “My goodness, you’re obsessed,” don’t allow that to make you angry or hurt.
Remember: no one can really define the difference between passion and obsession except you.
Passion and obsession—divided by a very fine line.

 Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
TEXAS BLUE-eBook and Print
SHOWDOWN IN SOUTHFORK—eBook
ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS-eBook and Print
Published by: The Wild Rose Press

Friday, May 7, 2010

Grandmothers are Mothers, too



A Tale of Two Grandmothers

When we were expecting our first grandchild, friends asked me, “What will your grandchild call you?”

Interesting, because I never realized grandparents had a choice. My flippant remark was “Mrs. Yeary,” but of course, I wasn’t serious. When our first grandchild began to speak a few baby words, his dad would say, “Go to Granny.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Granny? I think not. I instructed him to say “Grandmother” to his young son, so the child would know that was my chosen name.

“Granny” was my daddy’s mother, and every grandchild called her by that term. The grandmother on my mother’s side answered to “Mama.”

Whether a Granny, a Grandmother, a Mama, or a Mimi, she holds a special place in the grandchild’s life. I inherently knew this because of my feelings for my grandmothers. Our first grandson—the only kind of grandchildren we have—made a deep impression upon my heart, and with that unique feeling came the realization that perhaps I did not know how to be a good grandmother.

What does it take?

Granny lived in a country house that lacked many amenities, such as running water and indoor plumbing. God love her, she also lacked teeth and good health. She died before I turned eight, but the memory of her is strong. Her soft and puffy lap held me, her plump arms circled my small body, and her kisses upon my cheek felt gentle and sweet. I never remember her scolding me or swatting my behind. She told me I was a good girl, a sweet girl, and she hugged me when she said it.

My strongest memory is sleeping in her big feather bed. When she lay down, I rolled toward her, snuggling up and sleeping soundly. She’d pat my shoulder and say, “Nitety-nite.”
I followed her to the chicken coop to gather eggs, to the orchard to find pears on the ground, and to the garden to pick tomatoes and string beans.

Mama was entirely different. She lived in town, wore a business dress, hosiery, pumps every day, and worked as manager of a huge laundry in the basement of a big hotel. I visited her because my parents did, not because I looked forward to seeing her. The day never turned out to be as much fun as it did at Granny’s house, because Mama had nothing to offer in comparison. Not once did she hold me on her lap or tell me I was a good girl.

However, when the afternoon ended, Mama always took me to her bedroom. There, she opened the top drawer of her chest of drawers, and allowed me to stand on tiptoe and look in. Dozens of packages of gum, Juicy Fruit and Double-Mint, covered the bottom. I got to choose one, and while I held it in one hand, she’d tell me to open the other. Then, she’d place a nickel in my palm. I said thank you, and that was it. But I loved those packages of gum and that nickel. That’s how I remember her.

Over the years, I learned very well how to be a good grandmother. What memories do I have of my two grandmothers? The hugs? The undivided attention? The gifts? Everything I remember of both of mine, even though the two women differed so much, can be summed up in one phrase—unconditional love. Was I always a good girl, just because my grandmother said so? Probably not. Did I deserve all the attention because I was special? No. Was my due in life to receive gifts? Absolutely not.

Both my grandmothers made me believe I was worthwhile and important to them, by either actions or words. Not once did one of them say, “Bad girl.” Or “Shame on you.”

This grandmother business is easy after all. We have three young grandsons, all brothers, and believe me, they can be a trial. Subconsciously, though, I refrain from saying, “Look what you did!” “I told you to stop slamming the door.” “If you make a mess again, I’ll have to punish you.”

No, instead, I say, “Come here, sugar, and let me show you how to close the door quietly.” Or “That’s all right, baby, I’ll get some paper towels and you can help me clean up the spilled milk.”

Nothing in this world can top a little boy throwing his arms around my waist, lifting his face with his lips puckered to give me a kiss. Nothing is more precious than a small boy bringing a book I’ve already read to him fourteen times, and saying, “Grandmother, will you read this book to me?” And when I sit on the sofa, he scrunches as close as he can to snuggle while we read. My heart bursts with joy when the 12-yr-old who now is taller than I am, runs down the skyway, saying, “Grandmother!” and nearly knocks me down with his hugs.

Ah, the joys of grandparenting. We can love, spoil, and indulge, and at the end of the day, hand them back to their parents to clothe, feed, and nurture. I wouldn’t take anything for my own two children. But grandkids? They’re a special breed all together.

Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
http://www.celiayeary.com/

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SHOWDOWN IN SOUTHFORK—eBook
ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS-eBook and Print
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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Welcome, Stephanie Burkhart

With great pleasure, I introduce my friend Stephanie Burkhart who is a seasoned author, master blogger, and honest reviewer. She has led an interesting life serving seven years in the U.S. Army in Germany (1986-1997); received a degree in Political Science in 1995; and now lives in California and works for LAPD’s communication Division as a 911 Dispatcher. She is married with two young sons, and if that weren’t enough, she now has a career as a romance author. How does she do it?

Steph, where do you get your energy, your drive, and your perpetual enthusiasm? How do you juggle all facets of your demanding life?

Celia, it isn't easy. I'm an enthusiastic person by nature. Everything is a challenge to be explored and lived to the fullest. Writing is a passion, it's in the blood, and it’s the energy that fuels me. That and coffee. *smiles*

You have an enviable attitude, my dear. What is one thing people might be surprised to know about you?

I got married in Denmark in 1991. I've been married 18 years now. My marriage certificate is in 5 different languages.

Wow! Now, that’s different. I noticed you write under two names—Stephanie Burkhart and S. G. Cardin. Will you explain why?

I always wanted to be published under my maiden name when I started writing so I used SG Cardin. My friends at work would tease me – "Why don't you use Burkhart?" When I signed with Desert Breeze, I figured it was time for a change and why not use Burkhart?

Thanks for clearing up that question. Steph, your newest release, The Hungarian, sounds very exciting and sensual. Where did you get the idea for a novel about a Hungarian?

I'm on Writing.com and I found a prompt for a writing contest: Write a short story about a werewolf that falls in love. I wrote "The Wolf's Kiss." In it, Matthias is a Hungarian Count and werewolf and hired Katherine as a nanny for his young daughter. I submitted it to the Writer's Digest Popular Fiction Contest in 2007. Out of 3,000 entries, it was an honorable mention winner in the Romance Category. From there, I decided to expand it into a novel.

Very interesting way to write a book. Tell us about the time period, genre, and location.

The novel takes place in 1901. I chose this time period because I'm very interested it. The old world was clashing with the new. Cars mingled with horse and buggies. The train was a great way to travel, but airplanes were just being discovered. Medicine was improving by leaps and bounds. Imperialism fever had taken over Europe. It was the last glory days of monarchy and nobility as we knew it. Fascinating stuff! At least to me. *grin*

Definitely fascinating, and not a time period we see often. I know you recently had a contest on your blog to choose actors who might play your hero and heroine. So, who won to play lovely Katherine Archibald and handsome Matthias Dumas?




I chose Jonathon Rhys-Meyers for Count Matthias Duma. I saw his work on "The Tudors" and I loved it. He has an intensity that I envision for Matthias. He wears nobility well and he has such smoldering, sexy eyes – a big requirement for the character. Matthias's eyes are very distinct and stick out since he's a werewolf.

For Katherine, I chose a newer actress, Justine Cotsonas. She was on the soap opera "As The World Turns" as Sophie. She has the long curly hair that the character has. She also has that innocent, vulnerable look to her.

I absolutely love your chosen actors. The artwork for the cover is outstanding. Who is the artist?

Jenifer Ranieri. She's the cover artist for Desert Breeze Publishing. I loved working with Jenifer to come up with the cover. She listened to my ideas, which I really appreciated. I wanted something that would represent Budapest and nothing does that better than the Sz├ęchenyi Bridge. The eyes are representative of Matthias's wolf eyes.

Steph sent along a condensed version of the plot.
BLURB:

Katherine Archibald is in search of a grand adventure. A young woman in late Victorian England, she wants to open up a bookstore in London and travel Europe hunting down rare books. Love isn't on her map.

Enter Matthias Duma. The Hungarian count captures Katherine's attention like no other man before him with his unusual gold-malachite eyes, his exotic features, and his command of the night sky.

After a night of intrigue during Katherine's birthday, she discovers the map does include love in the legend, but will the map lead her to Budapest and the dark, brooding Hungarian she's just met?

EXCERPT:
The door squeaked open and Katherine peeked over the top of her book. A tall, muscular man walked in wearing a white button-down shirt and holding his blazer. He paused, as if surprised to find her, and then walked toward the window, his stride easy. He moved with wolf-like prowess, his long legs taking cool, calculated steps as his unusual eyes surveyed her. Katherine bit the inside of her lip, returning his measured perusal with one of her own. His silence was unnerving, yet intriguing.

His eyes drew her to him -- malachite green with a gold ring around the iris. Dynamic. Expressive. Even now, as he looked at her, they softened and grew translucent. He stopped in front of the window and casually threw his blazer onto a nearby chair as if he owned the room.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello."

"You're staring."

"I am? I thought you were staring at me."

He chuckled. "Perhaps I was admiring you."

"Me?"

"Who else is here?"

Katherine pursed her lips as her insides warmed from the deep silkiness of his voice. He smiled and walked to her chair, slowly gliding around it, tracing his finger over the leather headrest, skirting her curly hair.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"And who is inquiring?" She tried to sound cool and composed, but she had to fight the nervous temptation to play with her hands.

"Romeo, perhaps?"

"Then my name is Juliet."

A teasing smile graced his lips as he walked out from behind her chair and glanced at a bookshelf before turning to look at her again.

"Would you fall for Tristan?"

"Only if my name were Isolde."

He walked over to a wooden table near the window and ran his long finger over a clay mock-up of Excalibur lodged in a stone. "What do you think of Arthur? Do you think it suits me?"

"Only Guinevere would believe your name was Arthur."

He crossed his arms, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Would you believe my name was Matthias?"

"I might, if--"

"If what?"

"If I knew more about you."

Steph, I thank you so much for visiting my blog today and giving us this enticing information about THE HUNGARIAN. Where can we purchase your book?
BUY LINK:
Amazon for Kindle
Stephanie, thank you for taking time out of your full and busy life to visit my blog today. Would you like to give your readers a message?

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy the story.
Smiles--
Steph
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WINNER

SARAH LYNNE, come on down! You are my big winner from yesterday's BLOGMANIA. For your effort of answering my questions, I will send a package to you containing:

1. Print copy of ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS, a Western Historical Romance set in Texas 1880.
2. Package of three small notepads by SKYHIGH, International, LLC, made with recycled paper-"It's Time To give Back to Nature." 
3. A lovely bracelet, handmade by an arts and crafts person.
4. Three notecards handmade by a young woman who is disabled and has a sweet, sweet spirit. 

Sarah' blog is titled "Sarah's Blog of Fun." Look it up--it's...fun!

In addtion, I decided to give a little something to my very first and very last visitor. It will be a pdf of one of my three published books from The Wild Rose Press. Winners are:

Kady L., "Busy Mom of Three Beautiful Girls"-Blog: "Take a Mom's Word for It"-Life, Family, Inspiration, Reviews, and Giveaways.

Susan-"Coffe and a Computer--a Listing of Great Giveaways From Some Great Blogs That I Find.". 

A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL WHO PARTICIPATED YESTERDAY AND VISITED MY BLOG--I had no idea what I was getting into, but it turned out fantastic! I'll do it again in September.


Celia Yeary
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
TEXAS BLUE-eBook and Print
SHOWDOWN IN SOUTHFORK—eBook
ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS-eBook and Print

Published by: The Wild Rose Press