Release Day!!! I am so excited to share this book on my blog today! This collection is available for a limited time at $0.99 cents. Later each book will be available seperately. All proceeds from these sales will go towards cancer.

Give Me Thine Heart 1812 Andrea Boeshaar
Moira loathes the man she is set to marry. But when she meets Samuel Stryker, she soon guesses that he’s from the colonies. When she finds a deep secret, Sam must make the decision: kill her or take her with him.

This Freedom Journey 1833 Misty M. Beller
Adrien Lockman left France to finally live life on his own terms, but when he discovers a half-starved and half-frozen woman in the treacherous Canadian mountains, the truth soon becomes clear–the only way they’ll survive is together.

The Heart of Home 1865 Stephenia H. McGee
Opal Martin aspires to scrub the remnants of the War Between the States from her tattered life. When a nearly drowned soldier appears and asks if he can die on her porch, she must guard against the sudden revival of her heart’s hope for love. Tristan Stuart wants to escape the pain of war. He wakes up at a house that’s too much like home, with a woman determined to mend him he may discover a life worth fighting for. To save the last of what Opal holds dear, will he become the man she needs or let the troubled waters carry him away?

Enchanting Nicholette 1893 Dawn Crandall
Young, widowed, and newly out of mourning, Nicholette Everstone is an heiress yearning to be loved. Her parents had arranged for her to marry her loving late husband, but the marriage ended tragically on her wedding day. Returning to Boston after being away, she finds there’s someone new to her set of friends and family she can’t help but fall for. But when she learns of the danger and sacrifices this man takes on, will her heart be strong enough to keep her fears at bay?

Teach Me To Love 1899 Kari Trumbo
Izzy Lawson has taken her last abuse. When her husband dies, she rushes to Belle Fourche to stay with the only friend she has. The wall she’s worked so hard to build crumbles in the arms of a man so different from her husband. Conrad Oleson can’t read and it’s shamed him for longer than he can remember. As Izzy reveals her painful past, he can’t stay away. He’ll do about anything, to get closer. Including, teach her how to love.

Façade 1942 Pepper D. Basham
Olivia Rakes has excellent observations skills for facts and details, but stumbles through matters of the heart. When her brother goes missing in German-occupied France, Livy enlists her services with a group of search-and-rescue spies, who not only thrust her toward espionage, but…romance. Agent Christopher Dawson has avoided Livy since she broke his heart. When the search for his best friend brings them together, the heart takes on a mind of its own. In a world where war changes the rules of life and love, can they work together to complete their rescue mission before the enemy catches them?

Bookishly Ever After 2018 Sarah Monzon
It all started with a bet and a book.
Emory Blake is the ultimate bibliophile. She’d take curling up with a novel over a night on the town any day. But then her best friend, Tate Woodby, accuses her of living between the pages of her paperbacks instead of the real world, and he makes a bet that will force her to experience the adventures of her fictional friends…instead of just reading about them. With her face no longer buried in books, Emory must confront the pain of the past.

My Review

This collection was fun to read. I enjoyed each book and don’t have a favorite. IIt’s really fun to read all these stories set in a wide spread of historical events. Most of the books in this collection are stand alone so you don’t have to read other books by the author.  The character’s were believable and interesting.  It’s a great way to get a feel of the author’s style of writing.  Stephanie McGee’s book is a sequal to her book In His Eyes. Misty Beller’s book is a companion to the series.  Dawn Crandall story is part of her Everstone Chronicles.

I received this book from the publisher for my honest reveiew.

I recommend this book to my familly and friends.

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Excerpt from Enchanting Nicholette 1893 Dawn Crandall

“I will tell you more about that if you’d like….” He pushed off the tree and took a few steps in my direction. “But you need to know: that knowledge comes with a hefty price.”
I backed up a bit and found myself standing against the stone wall of the bridge. “I’m not that interested then,” I lied.
“I didn’t say what I wanted specifically.”
“I can tell what you want, Mr. Hawthorne.” My gaze willingly scanned his face as he continued to draw nearer, and I had to admit, if he meant to kiss me, I wasn’t nearly as disagreeable to the notion as I should have been. In fact, I was shocked by how much merit the idea had. Suddenly, I was unable to keep my mind off the clear image of all of him pressed to all of me against that wall, hidden away in the leaf-and-stone alcove, right there in the middle of Riverway Park.
When he reached me, he stood about a foot away and placed his left hand against the wall above my shoulder. “It would seem you have quite the knack for reading my intentions, Mrs. Everstone…but I can assure you, they are much more complicated than what you’re thinking at the moment.”
“Oh, you’ve been quite clear about those intentions from the beginning of our acquaintance, Mr. Hawthorne.”
“I can tell you’re scared.” He leaned over me a bit, dropping his gaze to my lips. “I want you to trust me.”
Did he mean to imply my fear concerning his willingness to put himself in danger for the sake of others, or how scared I was to give in to everything I couldn’t help but feel for him? Or were the two matters so intricately involved that conquering my fear of the one could dissolve the power of the other?
“Put your guard down,” he whispered. “Let me in.”
His words hammered at my heart…and if it weren’t for everything we’d just discussed at length, I would have gladly done what he asked. If only he weren’t involved in such dangerous ventures, I could let myself fall in love with him. Quite easily.
“I can’t,” I said, gazing into his eyes, giving away entirely too much. But as I was already well aware, it wasn’t a secret I liked him much more than I ought.
“That’s a fair answer, I suppose.” He touched his pointer finger to my bottom lip. “You simply can’t…right now. Which is understandable.”
I ducked away from the wall and walked past the tree he’d been standing against earlier. Turning, when I felt I was a safe-enough distance from him and his ability to make me want to do highly inappropriate things, I found him still leaning with his left hand against the wall, just as he’d been when I’d practically let him kiss me. Only now he looked over his shoulder, the look in his eyes, inscrutable.
“I must thank you for clarifying the details about what you do for the police, Mr. Hawthorne.” Though I didn’t have the first clue what I was going to do with the information I’d been given. I already felt that what little defense I’d had at the beginning of the outing was now toppled to the ground merely by being near him and hearing everything he’d had to say.
Letting out a long breath, Mr. Hawthorne took his hand from the wall and gathered his hat from the bench. “Well, we’d better get back to our walk. Vance and Violet should be back soon.”
“Yes, I suppose they will,” I replied.
A little later, after we’d picked Sylvie up from her friend’s house, I was let off at Faircourt before the carriage was taken farther down the street to Everthorne. Mr. Hawthorne took it upon himself to climb out before me and help me descend the small metal steps.
He then escorted me to my parents’ front door. “I hope you realize what a great pleasure it has been, my having the chance to see you again, Mrs. Everstone,” he said, as my hand still rested on his arm.
“I…I…” What could I say? It hadn’t all been a pleasure for me. Most of it had been an extremely difficult conversation…one that I knew he could have easily taken to a much different level…if only I’d been able to do as he asked. If I’d been able to let my guard down.
But I couldn’t let myself like him.
No matter how much I did.
“I’m glad we had our conversation today,” was all I ended up allowing.
He seemed to understand this was enough, for he made a bow and rang the bell. Once my parents’ butler opened the massive carved-wood front door, Mr. Hawthorne took the steps down to the sidewalk. But instead of climbing back into the carriage, he tilted his hat to Vance and kept walking in the direction of Everwood.
Forcing myself to close the door as he walked away, I then ended up watching him from the front windows to see if he were indeed heading to Everwood. And he had been…for some reason.
Turning from the window and swishing the curtains back in place, I knew I shouldn’t have cared. But then again, with Mr. Cal Hawthorne, doing what I should and not doing what I shouldn’t was becoming something I couldn’t quite master.
And I felt like kicking myself.
For one thing had become vividly clear during this outing to the park: No matter how I tried, there was something about him—about his every word to me—that made it impossible for me to keep the treacherous feelings he’d first induced at the bookstore tucked away. And despite what I knew of his involvement in the case concerning his rotten cousin, I cared entirely too much about Mr. Cal Hawthorne and what he thought of me.