Wednesday, January 11, 2012

SCP BLOG HOP: In Sickness and in Love

I have been fortunate to have signed with a wonderful publishing house—Secret Cravings (SCP). We are celebrating their one year anniversary with a blog hop, including fantastic savings and prizes. See my previous post titled, Win a Kindle Fire Just for Commenting!” Hats off to SCP!
As many of you know, my family has been very seriously ill for over a month with a very volatile flu and pneumonia. From Christmas Eve to New Year’s Eve we lived at the hospital with our kids severely ill. Now my husband and I both have pneumonia. We just can’t seem to get back on our feet. As I was lying in bed today, wishing I was dead  J,  I began to think about past illnesses and the seasons.
I have to admit, being sick through the holidays was pretty much a killjoy. But, I also remember having bronchitis in the spring, being bed-ridden in the summer with CFIDS, and having sinusitis in autumn. Is there really any good time to be sick? 
Okay, this line of thinking got me wondering which season is the most romantic. (Remember that I have 102° fever.) Half my books are set in spring/summer and the other half in autumn/winter. (I figured that out while I was lying in bed wishing for the dead thing.)  Personally, I find autumn the most romantic time of year. I love the pleasant temps, the vibrant varied colors of the changing leaves, and the bond one feels with Mother Earth. Maybe my view is tainted because I not only fell in love in autumn but also married then too.
So, in celebrating the one year anniversary of SCP, I’d like to know what season you find the most romantic and why? Be sure to leave your email address with your comment so that you can be entered for SCP’s grand prizes. By leaving a comment on my blog, you will be entered to win a copy of my sweet (clean) romance, Braving the Blaze. Be sure to check out the other author’s blogs and comment in order to win that Kindle Fire and other great prizes. Good luck and thanks for all your support!

Braving the Blaze Blurb:
Single-minded Dean Harward is going to become a veterinarian if it kills him. He’s worked summers as a volunteer wildfire fighter to earn big cash for college. Just his luck, a pyrophobic woman gets assigned to his team. He’s certain she’ll get him killed before he can graduate. Ginger Warby is a walking firestorm as accidents continually spark around her. Or are they accidents?  Can Dean keep the flames of desire he reluctantly feels for her under control long enough to keep them and his Yellow Labrador alive? 

Braving the Blaze Excerpt:
“I know volunteering sounds crazy, but I’ve got to do this.” Ginger Warby locked her fingers together and sat down on her best friend’s floral-print sofa.
Brenda whirled around in bewilderment. “This has got to be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever thought of doing. Why? Why would you even try? I know how terrified you are of fire.” She flopped into the mauve recliner next to Ginger, her face still rumpled in disbelief. “Look at cooking school.”
Ginger took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. So she had flunked out of culinary school. She’d done her best. She couldn’t help it if she couldn’t set her Crepes Suzette…or the Bombe Alaska…or…or the Lobster fra Diavolo on fire. Three little dishes. There’d been plenty of other meals she’d fixed to perfection.
At least she’d managed to get over her fear of gas stoves and barbeque grills while she attended school. She’d made progress. Well, as long as they didn’t have a flare-up of flames. The image of the time her T-bone steaks dripped grease and sent flames roaring up through the grill popped into her mind. She’d gone screaming out of the class as her classmates roared with laughter.
Before she’d chosen culinary art for her career, she should’ve realized where there’s heat, there’s fire. Why did chefs prefer gas stoves to electric anyway? Someone somewhere had to start a new trend.
 “You’re afraid of a sparkler, Ging.” Brenda shook her head in skepticism.
“I’ve gotten better though. You just don’t understand.”
“I know my best friend just told me she’s planning to put herself in the middle of the biggest wildfire Utah’s ever seen, but she’s afraid of a match. You’re going from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. Somebody has to talk some sense into you.”
 How could Ginger explain all of her reasoning? Especially since the death of Brenda’s brother, Barrett, had a lot to do with her decision. Only a week had gone by since his funeral. Ginger hoped she could get over her fear and at the same time understand Barrett’s tragic death.
“I just feel strongly about going, Bren. I really want to face my fears. And besides, they desperately need help on this fire. I’ll just be one of the camp crew, anyway.”
Brenda reached for her hand. “So face your fears. But putting yourself in the middle of a one-hundred thousand acre wildfire is just plain nuts.”
“Could you stop mentioning that?”
“Wildfire, wildfire, wildfire.”
Ginger cringed.
“You can’t even face the word, let alone face the actual fire.” Brenda hit her palm to her forehead. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Barrett, does it?”
Ginger noticed the glassy look in her best friend’s eyes. “No, not really. As I said, they need the help. Let’s talk about you. What’ve you been up to since we last talked?”
“And your hair!” Brenda stared at her with a horrified look. “You cut off all your gorgeous butter-colored hair for a fire? Since we were eight, you swore you’d never cut it.”
“It was always getting in my pots of soup. I’m…I’m glad it’s gone.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t want it to catch on fire. I’ll be much safer with my hair short.” She didn’t want her terror to show, so she ducked her head.
“But did you use a scythe to cut it? My gosh, it stands out everywhere.”
“Still not happy with this discussion, Bren,” she returned in frustration.
Brenda clicked her tongue. “I still can’t believe you’re thinking of doing such a crazy thing.”
“Not thinking; I’m doing.”
“Not thinking is right. Daniel doesn’t even want to face that monster.” Brenda sobered. “I don’t want to lose someone else to a fire.”
Ginger’s heart lodged in her throat. “I know, and you won’t. I’ll just be doing camp duty, and you need Daniel here with you and little Darcy. How are things with the two of you?” Ginger asked, still hoping to change the subject.
“Have you talked to Sage yet?” Brenda asked instead.
Ginger sighed. How could her friend manage to bring up every subject she’d been trying to ban from her mind?
“I’m sure he’d want to discuss this plan of yours.” Brenda leaned back in the recliner with a raised brow.
“I…I haven’t seen him since the funeral.” She dug her nails into her thumbs until she couldn’t stand the pain any longer. Sage had gotten over what she’d done years ago. At least he acted like he had forgiven her. She just couldn’t forgive herself.
“What do you think he’s going to say about this?” Brenda crooked her neck, scanning the backyard for her daughter. “I shouldn’t let her outside in all this smoke, but she gets tired of being cooped up. And frankly, I’m not sure the air is any better inside than out no matter what they say on the news.”
“Come on. Let’s talk about something else besides the fire. What’s been going on since we last talked?” Ginger asked.
She knew her friend well enough to know she wouldn’t let the subject drop, but she didn’t want to hear another word about Sage or the Tushar fire. Ginger’s anxiety would explode through the roof if they kept talking about the subject. She already felt like running back to Salt Lake with her tail between her legs.
Convincing herself to come back home for Barrett’s funeral after flunking out at school was bad enough, but volunteering to fight her biggest trepidation on earth stressed her out to the max. She again tried not to think about being seventeen and the events which lead up to her phobia. The images flashed in her mind. Darn. Didn’t want to think about that memory. Could she ever put the experience behind her?
After this wildfire, would she be able to go back to school and face that flambĂ©? Would she get her degree? Would she ever be able to do anything without being frightened? She mentally shook herself. She had to move forward, or otherwise she’d never be able to move on with her life.
“So then Daniel and I took little Darcy to Hogle Zoo, and do you know what she said when she saw the monkeys?” Brenda’s eyes sparkled with love for her little daughter.
Ginger shrugged, but couldn’t manage to control the flashing images of smoke, orange flames and sizzling trees which played over and over in her mind. How could she when smoke already burned her throat like eating suicide chicken wings basted with Tabasco sauce, hot pepper flakes and chopped chilies for garnish. It amazed her that a fire so many miles away could fill Brenda’s house with so much smoke the place looked like they’d landed in the middle of a smoker’s convention.
“Hey, are you listening?” Brenda asked.
“Uh, yeah. Little Darcy is adorable.”
And the story of Darcy and the monkeys was sweet, but Ginger had to admit she didn’t have her full attention on the story. Despite her determination to face her pyrophobia head on, black fear consumed her thoughts. At this point, she wished she’d have stayed in her safe little apartment hundreds of miles away. Being here brought back too many memories. Seeing Brenda made her return especially difficult; she looked too much like her brother. The thought of Barrett’s death made her chicken croissant sandwich from lunch do the funky chicken in her stomach.
How could Barrett have gotten trapped in a fire on his farm? What had sparked the flames? Could it have been equipment like they’d said? A van riding the rim of a blown tire on I-15? Another cigarette thrown from a passing car? There’d been lots of possibilities but no answers. If the police thought the fire looked suspicious, why weren’t they investigating further?
The Tushar fire had everyone’s attention, that’s why. It claimed her thoughts too, but she couldn’t forget about Barrett. Having been more than good friends with him at one time, she unequivocally wanted to know all the circumstances surrounding his death. Unfortunately, what had taken his life happened to be fire, making this all the more difficult for her to confront.
Barrett and Ginger’s brother, Sage, had been best friends. Along with her and Brenda, they had been the awesome foursome through their school years. They’d done everything together. She’d been surprised Sage and Brenda hadn’t married. As for her and Barrett… The thought stung like a thorn pricking her finger picking blackberries on the family farm. More memories she didn’t want to think about right now.
She needed to pay attention to Brenda. She did care about the everyday life of her best friend, but an overwhelming, terrifying dread clogged her brain. She needed to push her phobias aside and listen.
Brenda jumped to her feet and headed toward the kitchen. “I think we could both use a glass of cold iced tea.”
If only they had enough tea to put out the wildfire.

Cindy A. Christiansen
Sweet Romance, Comedy, Suspense...and Dogs!
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  1. Well, my goodness. What horrible luck your family had last year. Here's to hoping this year will be THE best ever!! Best wishes for better health for you and your family.

    I think that Autumn/Fall is the most romantic season because it's like the world is snuggling down getting ready for the cold.

    thewildtwo @ sbcglobal (dot) net

  2. So sorry about the illness you and your family have suffered. Do you take vitamins? I recommend them, they help me a lot. I haven't had a cold in 3 years.
    Anyway, I also love autumn. Early autumn with cool, crisp days and an end in sight of gardening chores. Late autumn with it's gray cloudy days is not the greatest.
    Take care and good luck with your writing. The book sounds great.
    mcv111 at hotmail(dot)com

  3. Thanks, Kim and MCV.
    Here's to a healthier year and happiness and success to everyone!

    PS - MCV, I do take vitamins, minerals and alternative meds. I have around thirty health issues including five autoimmune diseases, so I tend to get sick easily. I just can't stand to see the rest of my family so sick. "(

  4. Every debilitating illness I've ever had targeted springtime. I find heavy winter most romantic. A raging fire, candles and snow falling outside the windows muffling sounds makes me feel cocooned in romance.

  5. Wendy,
    I love deep crunchy snow and warm fires. Great answer! Remember, we need your email to announce winners and enter you for that Kindle Fire!!!!

  6. Lol, I forgot to do that? Talk about shooting myself in the foot. I spent years waiting on Ed Mcmann only to find out I needed to send in an entry!

  7. Hey Cin,
    Yea, I feel for your family BIG time. And you might think it is JUST your Family BUT it is EVERYWHERE. Yes even here. :-( And I don't like you thinking like that in bed either girl. NO MORE THINKING of WISHING you were DEAD.... OMG!!! You have ALOT of things to LIVE for. You and Mark are VERY strong and as a Family as a WHOLE you are ALL STRONG. So come on try to shake this off and lets keep moving even tho I know it is VERY VERY HARD too. I know WE are going through some bad stuff ourselves right now. :-( But, thinks will get better I promise you. :-) Think POSITIVE!! And WE are ALWAYS behind you and your family. Thick or Thin. :-) Love You guys,
    Nancy Weed

  8. So sorry you and your family have been so sick. I think fall is the most romantic time of year. It's just starting to get cold so you can always sit in front of the fire and snuggle.


  9. I;m wishing you and your family a better and healthy year. I sort of find all season romantic, especially Fall-Winter/ Spring. It's nice and mild :) It's great outdoors weather.


  10. Cindy, I hope you are all well VERy soon!!! Sounds like y'all need a good daily vitamin and NOT the crap they sell in stores!!

    Anyhoo, autumn is most romantic to me since it is my favorite season and the ONE time hubby is romantic as our anniversary is in October!

    Thank you for the giveaway and happy anniversary, SCP!

    books4me67 at ymail dot com

  11. Oh my, Cindy--I'm sorry to hear that you've had such a miserable season this year. Hoping this coming year is much better!

    Most romantic season--I have to agree with Kim. Autumn is such a lovely time of year, with the cooler temperatures encouraging snuggling, too :)

    f dot chen at comcast dot net

  12. So sorry to hear about the health issues you have been dealing with.

    I think Spring is the most romantic season, because that's when the snow disappears, the trees & flowers begin to bud & the birds start singing again. Everything feels new & refreshed, which is kind of how I think it feels to fall in love.

    drainbamaged.gyzmo at

  13. I'm loving your comments. Kathryn made some great points for spring. Still think autumn is ahead as the season of romance. Keep the views coming! ")

  14. So sorry to hear about the illnesses your family suffered last year. I hope the next is better for you all.
    I think autumn would be the most romantic. The changes in colors of the leaves, the cool, crisp weather. Snuggling before a fire, etc.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  15. Thanks for all the well wishes! We are definitely hoping for perfect health and peace for the rest of this year! ")

  16. im a winter cuddler myself

  17. That just sounds awful. Though I think that seems to be going around, at my work, it seems one person or another has been out almost a whole week due to the flu/respiratory illness/pneumonia, etc. It has hit my workplace really hard!

    I think I would say Spring is most romtantic for me, just after Winter, getting to go out into the park for picnics :)


  18. I think that Autumn/Fall is the most romantic season because it's like the world is snuggling down getting ready for the cold.

  19. Contest Results:
    Kathyrn M. is the winner of my contest. Everyone's names have been forwarded to SCP for the grand prizes.
    The results of the most romantic season is:
    Autumn 58%
    Spring 17%
    Winter 17%
    Summer 0%
    All 1%
    Thanks for participating!

  20. This really sounds like a sweet read Cindy. I think Fall is the most romantic season.

    Happy Anniversary Secret Cravings!

    Teresa K.


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