Get ready for #4, 'Autumn Hush'! I’m so excited! Hope you are, too!

The story began in the wintertime when Derek first met Cynthia on top of a windswept ancient volcano. Fate brought them together in ‘Winter Secret’, but constantly threatened their lives in the action packed, thrilling adventure.  The story continues in ‘Spring Promise’, their tender, blossoming love threatened with a new twist from fate – a lethal vengeance that followed them and is intent on destroying their lives. The exciting, gripping escapade continues in ‘Summer Truth’, where one more season brings spellbinding excitement, overshadowed with a lurking, menacing evil. In ‘Autumn Hush’, their love story reaches the very edge of whatever fate has left and must withstand the greatest test of all.

“You can’t just read one – you have to read them all!” –  Beverly M.

“Winter Secret’ is an enthralling page turner. I knew I was settling in to read a suspenseful romance, but I was not expecting all of the vigorous action. From page to page, chapter to chapter, Gatewood has her characters, Cynthia and Derek, fighting to breathe life into their journey. I followed Derek and Cynthia through harsh weather, kidnappings, nearly fatal wounds, and explosions, all while an endearing new complicated relationship tried to blossom.

‘Spring Promise’ starts where ‘Winter Secret’ ends. In this book, we are able to join Derek and Cynthia during the calm, before the storm. The first few pages will lull you into thinking nothing could ever go wrong again for the happy couple. Yet, Gatewood has packed another thrilling ride of more secrets, treasure hunting, crazy weather, and a lethal vengeance that tries to once again tear the couple apart. This is a great read that will leave you wondering  who is lurking in the  shadows, and how will the couple make it through this next great feat?” – Elle Rose, Author

“Just finished 'Summer Truth' and I loved it! Can’t wait for the next book. You know how to keep me hooked!” – Brandy M.

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Ready for pre-release!

At last! If you have been a follower and fan of the story that started in Winter Secret, this book will conclude the tale in an exciting and gripping manner. “After all they have been thorough together, the past engulfs Cynthia and Derek in a mystery that takes place in his ancestral castle that hides a skeleton behind its cold granite walls and could be the answer to all the questions. Nevertheless, the seeds from the ruthless past are still alive and determined to keep all the secrets, no matter who must be sacrificed.” Autumn Hush, the last book in the Winter Secret series can be purchased as a pre-release book or digital copy at www.Tatepublishing.com Contact me at www.lindagatewoodbooks.com for your own signed copy.

Book review: Hideaway Hill

Book review for Hideaway Hill: Thank you to author, Elle A. Rose, for the digital copy. 

The story has all the elements of an enthralling read – young budding romance, heart-rending tragedy, and unsolved murder with a satisfying plot resolution. I completely understand the heroine and her choices in life. The hero is a dream-come-true for any woman. I was hoping for a happy-ending and wasn’t disappointed.

Ellle A. Rose has a natural talent for changing her ‘voice’ in storytelling to match the progression through time. Because of that, I was a little confused at the beginning with the prologue. It might have been more effective to have started in the current time and presented the different time sequences as a reference in an old diary entry. Once I understood the characters current voice, I was pleasantly surprised.

I felt like I was part of the ‘old gang’, as the presentation of the different characters’ personalities, were plausible and believable. A few of them were cliché, but I still liked them. I had no trouble putting faces on each one. Her tender and delicate style of writing, peppered with energy, was comforting and friendly. Some parts of the book seemed to be a bit choppy due to a need for more in-depth editing, but that is sometimes common and more challenging in complicated stories. She was able to capture the innocence of true love, its ability to survive the test of time, and the assurance that it will prevail.  I had a hard time putting the book down when Veronica was finally telling the true story of events of the past to Blake. The many revelations that led to the activities of the villain were gripping. The story subject was complex and I applaud Elle for maintaining clean language and content.
 © 2015 Linda Gatewood

Are we still good neighbors?

I’ve had many good neighbors, but the most incredible one I’ve ever known, wasn’t mine. She belonged to someone else, and I’ve been jealous ever since.

I met her when I was lucky enough to accompany a friend to her house. She lived in the country where farmers tended their fields and minded their own business most of the time.

Mrs. Bertram met us at the door and invited us inside to a warm and pleasant atmosphere scented with delicious smells from the kitchen. As we walked through the living room – cluttered slightly with the family’s belongings – she tidied as she led us toward the dining room, stopping first in front of a wall adorned with numerous portraits and snapshots.

“These are all of our children,” she said as she pointed to the photos.

I stared at the numerous pictures of separate individual children and couldn’t help but ponder how they could all be hers.

She saw my confusion, and with a smile, added, “We have many foster children because we’ve been doing this for twenty years.” She named each one and told a brief story of their accomplishments and how long they were part of the family.

Then she led us into the dining room where I saw an elderly woman lying in a hospital bed beside a window. Our host introduced us to her neighbor, Velma.

“Velma lived in that house right there,” she pointed through the window to a home next door that was old and timeworn. An assortment of roses climbed along the side of the house in beautiful, wild abandon, their clinging tendrils clasping the old clapboard tightly. An old wooden gate led up the lane to the house.

Velma turned slightly in her bed, an elderly, almost skeletal woman with white hair and sunken skin across her face. She smiled and nodded her head, unable to speak or move her arms.

Mrs. Bertram introduced us before adding, “That is her home over there and she can lie here and see it whenever she wants.” She patted the woman and made sure that the cover over her arm was warm enough. “When her husband passed away, Velma stayed over there alone and we looked after her for several years, since her children lived far away. After she had a stroke, her kids wanted to put her into a home, but she was so distressed to leave her house.”

We all looked through the window at the old home. “Her husband built that house after they were married and they raised their family there. She planted those roses many years ago.”

The butterflies floated gently in the twilight as a meadowlark sang his evening song, preparing all within hearing distance for the upcoming sunset. Velma watched the house with us, her eyes shining bright. I wondered what reminiscences were weaving their pleasant way into her mind.

As I began to feel tears grow in my eyes, I was humbled and so grateful for the kindness of Mrs. Bertram, a neighbor who sacrificed her home, her time, and especially her dining room, for the sake of this gentle soul, whose last wish was to be close to her memories of a lifetime.

Mrs. Bertram was a true neighbor, the kind we all want and the kind we should all strive to emulate. She not only made room in her home for many homeless children, but also a sweet, helpless, elderly woman. She had a full, generous heart with boundless love for others, and accomplished numerous kind deeds of which most will never be known.

Velma closed her eyes and fell asleep before we took our leave. Mrs. Bertram returned to her duties as we walked to our car. The stars were beginning to shine in the darkened sky above and we could sense a change in the air as it cooled under the new moon. I looked back at the two houses, one old and worn, the other, alive with lights and full of warm joy within. May we all be so blessed to have a good neighbor!  © 2015 Linda Gatewood