Amish Author Patricia Davids & The Day She Didn’t Want to Be Strong


Today I’m featuring a repeat of a blog which featres the story of an inspiring woman, Amish Author Patricia Davids who talks about the effect of often well meaning words and a day where she didn’t want to show strength. Here’s Patricia:

“You’re such a strong woman, Pat. You’ll get through this.”

I can’t tell you the number of people who said those words to me in the days following my husband’s illness and death last year. “You’re such a strong woman.” On the day of his funeral, I whispered to my daughter, “The next person who tells me how strong I am, I’m going to wrap my hands around their neck and show them just how strong I can be.”

I honestly didn’t want to do violence to my friends and family, but I didn’t want to be strong, either. Being strong meant I couldn’t fall apart. I couldn’t melt into a puddle of tears. I had to be the one who got things done. I had to make the funeral arrangements, call all the family, take his clothes to the mortuary and arrange for the dinner afterwards. I didn’t want to do any of those things. I didn’t want to be strong. I wanted to sit in a dark corner and weep.

Strength, like courage and faith, is something we hope and pray we will have when we need them. We can never be sure what we’re made of until we are called upon by the Lord to show our stuff.

Was I strong? I’m not sure. Was I brave? I have no idea, but things got done. Did I have faith? Yes, I know my beloved is with God, but it doesn’t make me less sad. I’m human, after all. Someone I loved was taken away from me. I survived. I’ve gone on with my life as best I can, but I will never tell a friend how strong she is in the face of her tragedy. Instead, I hope I will pick up as much of her burden as I can carry so she doesn’t have to be so strong.

Losing a beloved spouse is something we all dread and may have to face. I’m glad that Pat has been able to keep writing. What do you think is appropriate to say to a someone who has just lost a loved one? Suggestions?–Lyn

http://www.patriciadavids.com/

https://www.facebook.com/patricia.davids.77



SaveSave

SaveSave

SaveSave

SaveSave

SaveSave

Share
Posted in Personal story | Tagged | 28 Comments

Lyn Asks for Feedback on Another Cover Model!

Can you believe it–I’m asking for help in choosing another cover model. At least nobody can say I’ve just spent the winter sitting by the fire sipping hot cocoa! Though I did do some of that. I already announced that my next book will be out in June and that it’s another “season” in my Northern Intrigue series. My new heroine is named Thea and she’s a shy sweet young woman who is surprised by her new neighbor (he’s handsome and a great guy of course!) and all the controversy he brings with his new ideas for Steadfast, WI. Hmmm. Could be interesting.

Hope it is. Here are the choices for the cover model. Yes, I know they are all the same young woman but I want to know which expression you think is most “engaging, evocative.” Which one would make a person-reader take a second look and perhaps click BUY?

Here are the other books in the series so you can see what this “expression” needs to fit in with–especially the first 3. The final 2 are holiday novellas and have a slightly different look.

And here is the model and her expressions.

depositphotos_60818985-stock-photo-portrait-of-a-beautiful-darkCHOICE #1

depositphotos_60818995-stock-photo-portrait-of-a-beautiful-darkCHOICE  #2

depositphotos_60818995-stock-photo-portrait-of-a-beautiful-dark

CHOICE #3

depositphotos_60818997-stock-photo-portrait-of-a-beautiful-dark

CHOICE #4

So which do you think will fit best with the series and get the best response? And if you don’t like any of them and think I should search again for a model, you can say that too!  As usual, I will hold a drawing and one of the commenters will receive a $10 amazon gift certificate! So comment please–Lyn

SaveSave

Share
Posted in cover art | Tagged | 102 Comments

What I’m Writing Now

Well, this year is moving right along and I thought I’d bring you up to date about WHAT I’M WRITING NOW!  My Northern Intrigue series has grown to 5 titles. Click here to see the series.

 Book 1 is free. Click here to “buy.”

Winter's Secret

If you notice in this series, I have two holiday novellas, Mistletoe and Sage and Loving Winter.

and 3 of the 4 seasons covered. The above followed by Autumn’s Shadow and Summer’s End.

Readers have asked me  for over a decade-WHAT ABOUT SPRING? So all right already! My next title which will come out in June (barring any unforeseen events) will be

SPRING’S STORMS.

You heard it here first. I’m going to be looking for model images so prepare yourself to give me some help choosing the model for my next heroine who BTW is named Thea. So that’s the teaser about my next book. Hope you enjoy it when it comes out IN JUNE!–Lyn

 

Share
Posted in New Book Release | Tagged | Comments Off on What I’m Writing Now

99 Cent Book Sale–Don’t Miss It!

 

LIMITED TIME ONLY

Journey to Victory 

on sale 99 cents, usually $3.99

April 8-10th

 

Illegitimate daughter of the French Court to frontier wife

 

to companion of Lady Washington,

 

Christiane moves into the heart of the American rebel elite.

 

But one man in her life can never be forgotten. 

 

Once he was her friend. Now he has become her enemy. 

 

Will he become her destiny?

SaveSave

SaveSave

Share
Posted in Book sale | Tagged | Comments Off on 99 Cent Book Sale–Don’t Miss It!

Lyn Reviews Edie Claire’s Never Steal a Cocktiel

Writers are Readers too! Here’s the latest book I enjoyed–Lyn Cote

Never Steal a Cockatiel (Leigh Koslow Mystery #9)Never Steal a Cockatiel by Edie Claire
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I picked this up for free on my Kindle and it was the first Edie Claire mystery I had read. I have met Edie on the Net but just in passing. I didn’t know she was such a great author! Bravo, Edie!

Edie has created a lovely quirky cast of characters–first of all the heroine Leigh Koslow who is not perfect but imminenetly likeable. Throught the book we meet her family and circle of friends. Her mother who is an OCD housewife, her dad who’s an absent-minded but loving veternarian, and on and on.

In this book we have a family mystery and a nasty case of stupid and serial pet-napping. Great characters again–the pets and their owners. 🙂

This is the 9th book in the series so I went back and read the previous and all but the last of the series. I think I enjoyed the later books a bit more after Leigh married and had a famiy. But each was enjoyable and they don’t have to be read in order. If you enjoy a cozy mystery (the sleuth is an amateur), you’ll enjoy this series!

View all my reviews

To purchase, click cover below.

Share
Posted in Book review | Tagged , | Comments Off on Lyn Reviews Edie Claire’s Never Steal a Cocktiel

TIME FOR COVER REVEAL!

TIME FOR A COVER REVEAL

Many Reader Weighed in

On Choosing a Cover Model for my new book

JOURNEY TO RESPECT. 

AND here it is!

Journey to Respect

If you’d like to learn more, click here

 

What do you think?–Lyn

Share
Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Feeling Lucky? Kindle Fire Giveaway March 18+

  • Feeling Lucky? Kindle Fire Giveaway for March 18: Subscribe free for your chance to win!

    And you can help keep the good times rolling

    by following today’s giveaway sponsor,

    Lyn Cote, and checking out Winter Homecoming! http://bit.ly/2GDlcH5

Winter_Homecoming

 Winter Homecoming is FREE March 17-21 2018 on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. Click here to purchase 

SaveSave

Share
Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on Feeling Lucky? Kindle Fire Giveaway March 18+

Winter Homecoming FREE March 17-21 2018 on Kindle

Winter_Homecoming

Winter Homecoming is FREE March 17-21 2018 on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. Click here to purchase 

  • Feeling Lucky? Kindle Fire Giveaway for March 18: Subscribe free for your chance to win!

    And you can help keep the good times rolling

    by following today’s giveaway sponsor,

    Lyn Cote, and checking out Winter Homecoming! http://bit.ly/2GDlcH5

This story is set in my home county in the northwoods of Wisconsin and is inspired by a true life heroine, Dr. Kate Newcomb, who was calle THE ANGEL ON SNOW SHOES. She was the first female doctor in the northwoods and often was forced to go to patients home via that method. Quite a woman!  

Dr Kate

Here’s the Excerpt from my novella “Winter Homecoming.” If you enjoy it, please tell a friend!

Chapter One

Christmas Day, 1930

Why couldn’t life go according to plan? In the stark moonlight at the railroad freight yard, Will Gustafson sheltered his ears in his upturned collar against the bitter December wind. They called Chicago the Windy City and they weren’t wrong. In the distance he heard an engine idling. Relief flickered within him. Even late on Christmas Day, the trains were running.

At least something in this country was still working. He’d hoped the feared railroad guards or “bulls” he’d read about in the Tribune would be busy celebrating in their warm office and he could make his escape without meeting them. He didn’t know how to jump a freight, but he’d learn how tonight.

His nearly empty stomach clenched and cold regret had clotted in his throat.. He’d given up trying to swallow it down. In a cloth sack over one shoulder, he carried all that was left of the life he was leaving. He listened in the wind for harsh voices, for the bark of the guard dogs he’d read could savage a man. Icy fear settled in the pit of his stomach.

His mind brought up a memory as bitter as the wind—a beautiful woman in a summer dress, laughing at him. He shoved it away and moved silently through the shadows of the parked freight cars toward the idling engine, slipping soundlessly as if on the hunt for an elusive twelve-point buck.

His ears caught the subtle sound of footsteps on frozen ground. Will stiffened, ready to run, ready to fight.

“Hey,” a man whispered, “gonna flip a train?”

“Yeah,” Will whispered back, hoping flip meant jump.

“Then you better follow me.” A scarf and battered hat pulled down against the wind hid the man’s face. “There’s a train leavin’ in a few minutes but we gotta hustle to make it.”

Will started hustling. “Where’s the train headed?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, I’m headed north toward home.”

Home.” The man spat the word like a curse. “You got one to go to?”

Will didn’t reply. He didn’t want to go home to humiliation and “I told you so’s” but he could survive there, hunting and fishing.

“Come on,” the stranger said. “Hustle.” At a breathless pace the man led Will through the maze of track and freight cars, the idling engine sounding closer.

The snarling of a dog split the wind.

The stranger pushed Will into the shadow of a freight car. They huddled there. Will’s heart pounded. But the dog, wherever it was, barked no more.

“Come on,” the stranger hissed. “Guess it’s too cold for the bulls or their dogs.”

And ahead in the moonlight Will glimpsed big wheels beginning to turn. He and the man zigzagged through the shadows and over tracks to the train just rolling.

Will moved to catch one of the handholds.

The stranger held him back. “Wait,” he snapped. “The bulls watch the trains leavin’. Has to be goin’ fast enough they won’t try to drag a man off. Too dangerous for them.”

And more dangerous for us. Will’s pulse sped up, keeping pace with the sound of the wheels on the track.

Now.” The stranger yanked Will’s coat collar and then flat out ran to the speeding train.

Will raced forward.

The stranger caught hold. Swung himself up onto a car. Shoved the sliding side door open.

A dog barked wildly behind Will.

“Come on!” the stranger bellowed over the roaring wind and clacking of the train.

The dog snapped at Will’s heels. Will swung up high. The stranger grabbed his arm. Dragged him toward the gaping doors.

The dog jumped, trying to nab Will’s foot.

Downward gravity pulled at Will. The stranger hauled him inside.

Panting, Will lay prostrate on the dusty wooden floor, feeling the clackety-clack of the wheels in his bones. He’d done it; he’d “flipped” a train.

Finally he rolled over and sat up. The freight had sped up and was rocking along fast. Though the doors had been closed against the wind, city lights still flickered through cracks. The two of them weren’t alone. Other shapes huddled around the dark edges. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” the stranger sneered. Then he pulled out a pistol.

Will felt not only his shock but also a wave of shock from the others. “What?”

“Buzzard!” a voice jeered.

“Empty your sack.” The stranger waved his gun, ignoring the insult.

Will sized him up. And prepared.

“I said—”

Will reared up and knocked the man to the floor. He’d never before had to fight while in a moving train. He went down on the top of the man, punching, rolling. He clapped his hand around the wrist holding the gun. He’d grown soft in Chicago but he pinned the man down in a wrestling hold he’d learned in high school.

The stranger gurgled.

Will slammed down the hand with the gun, again, again.

The stranger released the gun.

Will snatched it up, shoved it in his pocket. Then patted the man down, searching for any other weapon or the ammunition. He found none. He flipped open the pistol’s chamber and found it empty too. “Well, that’s stupid. Threaten me with an empty gun.”

The stranger moaned.

“If I hurt you, it’s your own fault.” Will rubbed his throbbing elbow and slid back to his place against the wall. The man’s treachery stung more than the physical pain. Now he realized that what he’d taken as kindness from this man had merely been a strategy to get him where he could rob him away from the law. The stranger hadn’t expected anybody to come to Will’s aid here and no one had. When would Will learn that people here couldn’t be trusted?

The stranger finally dragged himself up and staggered to the opposite wall. The train had picked up speed, swaying more.

“What did you think I had to steal?” Will asked in the heavy silence.

The stranger was rubbing his side. “Hungry.”

The reply surprised Will again. Was it true? Sympathy touched him. The man must have suffered even more than Will had. “Why didn’t you just ask?” Will reached into his pockets and pulled out Hersey bars. “Anybody else want a piece?”

Stunned silence and then a few chuckles. One old guy with a white beard said, “Celebrating Christmas, are we?”

“It’s not roast turkey,” Will replied, feeling lighter somehow, “but it’s all I got.” He counted heads in the dim light and broke the two bars into chunks and handed them out, the last to the man who’d threatened him. Then Will sat back, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue.

“Give me my gun back,” the stranger said, his voice low and rough.

“No,” Will stated. “You’ll just get yourself killed with it. A man doesn’t wave an empty gun in a body’s face. I can use it for hunting.” A pistol wasn’t as good as a rifle but it was something. “I was wondering how I’d get a gun. Now I only need ammo.”

“So you’re stealing it.”

“I’m taking it into protective custody.” Still, his conscience pricked. Will pulled the pack off his back, reached inside, and pulled out a pair of gloves. He tossed them toward the stranger. “Here. Now you’ve been paid.”

The man picked the gloves up and peered at them in the flickering light. “Gloves. Leather gloves.” He pulled them on quickly.

“I can only wear one pair at a time,” Will said. “Deal?”

Another wave of surprise spread through the train.

“Deal,” the stranger muttered. “Sorry.”

Will nodded. “Anybody know where this train’s headed? What direction?”

“North,” one of the shadowy men replied.

“Good.” Will sighed silently.

One of the figures slid closer to him. “Hi.”

Will tensed, then saw that it was just a kid, not more than ten. “Hi.”

“How far north you goin’, mister?”

What was a kid doing here all alone? “Far.”

“Wisconsin?”

“Yes.” Will felt the tension leak out of him. The stress of everything that had happened in the last months, weeks, days, finally hit him as he sat there, swaying on the dusty floor.

The boy settled beside him. “Good.”

The excitement over, the men in the freight car turned in for the night. The cold wind found its way through the cracks. Will shivered. The kid next to him fell asleep and curled up against him like a puppy. Will welcomed the warmth, but he didn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t turn off the mocking images, the rude voices in his head. He deserved them. He’d been a fool. And now he was paying for it.

So there’s the beginning. Chapter 2 brings Cass Newton into Will’s life. So what do you think? Does the beginning grab your interest?–Lyn Click here to purchase and please share on Facebook and Twitter, etc.

SaveSave

Share
Posted in Free Kindle ebook | Tagged , , | Comments Off on Winter Homecoming FREE March 17-21 2018 on Kindle

Lyn Shares a New Recipe-Taco Casserole!

taco casserole

I like to experiment in the kitchen. I am more of what I call a Pinch Cook than a Recipe Cook. When I was learning to cook, I would come home from high school and look in the fridge and see what my mom had left to thaw for supper. Then I would figure out what to make with it. I still do that and a few weeks ago, this is what I came up with. My dh asked me to PLEASE write this one down! A sign of success! So here it is.

Taco Casserole Recipe

One and a half pounds of ground beef

One can of refried beans

One can of diced petite tomatoes, drained

One can of mushrooms, drained

1/2 cup salsa, your choice

One onion, chopped

Eight tortillas, your choice (Larger ones use fewer)

4 ounces of plain unflavored yogurt or sour cream

1/4 tsp garlic salt, cumin, regular salt and pepper (more to your taste)

2 cups of shredded cheese, your choice

Directions:

Brown ground beef, add onions and soften. Add and tomatoes, mushrooms, salsa and refried beans and spices, stir well and warm. Lay four tortillas in the bottom of sprayed 9 x 13 pan. Spoon one half of your mixture onto the tortillas. Another layer of four tortillas. Smooth sour cream or yogurt over these tortillas. Sprinkle half the cheese over that. Top with remaining mixture and finally the remaining cheese. Into a 350 degree oven for about 25-30 minutes-till it bubbles. Bake uncovered for 10 more minutes. Serve with salsa and shredded lettuce.

Buen provecho!--Lyn (Bon Appetit in Spanish! 🙂

PS- Tell me what you think of it and do you make up recipes too?

SaveSave

SaveSave

SaveSave

Share
Posted in Recipe | Tagged | Comments Off on Lyn Shares a New Recipe-Taco Casserole!

Cover Model Chosen!

Well, the big decision has been made. A COVER MODEL HAS BEEN CHOSEN for Journey to Respect. This book will come out in April.

If you missed the original post where I offered three choices, click here (if you’re interested)
https://booksbylyncote.com/SWBS/cover-art/time-talk-cover-…s-new-historical 

THE WINNER IS

(Drum roll please)

Over 100 readers voted here and on Facebook and the overwhelming choice was this model. So now my cover artist can get busy and design the cover. You’ll see it soon! –Lyn

Share
Posted in cover art | Tagged | 1 Comment