Tuesday, June 6, 2017

It's Blog Tour Tuesday! Come Celebrate the Promise of Love

Kit Morgan here! And guess what? Happy Book Birthday! Okay, so my book officially came into the book world last week, but it's still considered a newborn! Promise of Love, was, in fact, a labor of love. It's one thing to want love in the form of a husband and family of your own, quite another when everyone and their mother is trying to lend a helping hand! Having gone through it myself, I can relate with Merritt Petroff, my heroine. Here's a little bit more about the book:

Merritt Petroff is staring spinsterhood in the face, that is until a stranger shows up in town. Problem is, her matchmaking grandparents (not to mention the rest of the town) can't leave well enough alone. Wouldn't it be better if they'd just let nature take its course? Not then there's a living, breathing man of marriageable age in Cutter's Creek they deem perfect for Merritt! Much to Merritt's dismay ...

Rafe Trent didn't plan to stay in Cutter's Creek. In fact, it would be best for all concerned if he didn't But there was something about the little town, not to mention the towns folk, that brought to mind a life he could only dream of. After all, a dream is all a wanted man could hope for.

There are 20 books now in the Cutter's Creek Series, written by four exceptional authors. For me, this is my fifth installment of the series.
 My first was That Healing Touch followed then by books by the other three authors, Vivi Holt, Annie Boone and Kari Trumbo. We even got into the holiday spirit this last Christmas and created books covering the town's infamous Christmas Festival over several decades.

Now for a little excerpt from Promise of Love:

As soon as the curtain closed behind them, Elizabeth spun on her. “My, my,” she whispered. “He’s a handsome one, isn’t he?” She put her hands on her hips. “And you, my dear, seem to have caught his eye.”
Merritt tried to swallow. “He … I mean, I … I did?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Merritt brushed at her skirt. “I … think it’s rude to stare.”
“If so, my dear, then you’re sadly lacking in manners.”
Merritt’s mouth dropped open. “I was talking about him!”
“You were staring just as much as he was,” Elizabeth pointed out.
Merritt felt her cheeks grow hotter, and fanned herself with her hand.
“Stay here,” Elizabeth said with a smirk. “I’ll fetch you a glass of water.”
Merritt nodded as the dressmaker disappeared into another room. As soon as she was gone, she stared at the curtain and tried not to think about the man on the other side. Maybe he’d gone already. Part of her hoped so; another part of her didn’t.
“Excuse me, Elizabeth?” Bart’s voice called through the cloth barrier.
“She’s gone to get me a glass of water,” Merritt called back.
“You haven’t started?”
“No,” she squeaked. Great, she was losing the ability to talk now?
Bart poked his head in. “Mr. Trent forgot his hat.” He came into the workroom, and Merritt looked up to see Mr. Trent standing right behind him, holding the curtains open and staring at her again. Rude, she thought, even as she fought the urge to gawk back.
“Oh, where are my manners,” Bart said as he glanced between the two. “Mr. Trent, this is Miss Petroff.” He turned to Merritt. “Mr. Trent is new in town.”
Merritt could only nod. Their gazes had locked again, and Bart Brown’s words barely registered. Not only that, but the room was growing incredibly hot. Where was Elizabeth with that water?
“Miss Petroff.” Mr. Trent bowed. “It’s a pleasure.”
“Pleased to meet you,” she managed in return.
He smiled at her weak response, took his hat from Bart and let the curtains fall back into place, ending their odd connection.
Merritt took a few steps back and fell into the nearest chair.
“Miss Petroff, are you unwell?” Bart asked as Elizabeth entered the room, water glass in hand.
“I’m fine.” But her eyes were still fixed on the curtain. “Just fine.”
Elizabeth and Bart exchanged a quick look. Bart took the glass from his wife and handed it to Merritt. “Better drink this all the same. You look a little flushed.”
Elizabeth glanced at the curtains and smiled. “Was that Mr. Trent I saw?”
“Yes – he forgot his hat,” her husband said.
“Bart, I’m not sure if he was wearing a hat when he came in.”
“What?! Then whose hat did I just give him?”
“The one I was making for Eldon Judrow.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, woman! Label things!”
Elizabeth studied Merritt a moment before replying. “Looks like you’re going to have to fetch him back to the shop.”
Merritt twisted in her chair to look at her. “Now?!”
Elizabeth laughed. “Oh my. Never have I seen such a thing …”
“What thing?” Merritt asked, alarmed.
Bart smiled. “I have a feeling, Miss Petroff, that you’re about to find out.” He left to go get Mr. Trent.

You can purchase Promise of Love on amazon
You can also check out the rest of the Cutter's Creek Series here

And if you want to check out the rest of my books, you can find them on my website

Until next time, happy reading everyone!!!

Monday, June 5, 2017

Saints and Scoundrels of old Arizona



Bear Howard 
1817 – 1910

It is hard to find anyone Who came to the Arizona Territory who is more colorful or more of a character the Bear Howard.  

His arrival in Arizona was not so much of his own desire or planned far in advance.  It stood to reason if you were running from the law, the Arizona Territory was always a good option.  After killing a Mexican sheepherder over a grazing dispute, Bear found himself in jail.  His daughter, Martha, got him out of jail by baking a file into a birthday cake.  (That really happened!!!)  Bear, along with his entire family, headed to Arizona. He built a cabin in the 1880s using sandstone rock in Oak Creek Canyon, where the West Fork hiking trail is today.

West Fork hiking trail at Oak Creek Canyon
He got his name from the large number of bears he had killed.  This was one of his primary means of livelihood.  Whether feeding hungry miners in California or hungry lumber men in Arizona, Bear Howard found that bear meat was tasty and one bear would go a long way. 

He was a big man.  At 6’6”, he towered over most men.  He was strong and powerfully built.  Story is he had a hot temper and a personality that was larger than life.



Bear had been a widower for many years when he tried marriage again.  He married Elizabeth Ragsdale James.  The marriage lasted only three months.  She was tired of the smelly hound dogs lying around the house.  Bear chose the dogs.

Bear was in remarkably good health and lived to be 93.  He spent the last years of his life living with his daughter Martha and her husband in Yeager County near Prescott.

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Thanks for stopping by to read about Bear Howard - I live in Arizona and I love writing about its history.  

Here's a bit of exciting news.  Some of the authors connected with Sweet Americana Sweethearts have a new series coming out June 20......Sweethearts of Jubilee Springs.  I'm so excited to reveal my cover for the first time! The books will be up for pre-order for 99 cents and then go for $1.99 when they go live!  Here is my cover for The Sheriff and the Miner's Daughter.  What do you think?  Get yours for 99 cents while you can!  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071WJC4QK







Friday, June 2, 2017

Modern Lovers Have New Ways: Twentieth Century System is Bizarre and Usually Hurries Matters (1902)


by USA Today Bestselling Author Kristin Holt

I love hearing about how couples met, the unique stories about their dating, and what brought them together. Must be the romance writer in me. But maybe not. I think I'm just a hopeless romantic. I found this treasure when searching my favorite vintage (Victorian-era) newspaper repository for "Correspondence Courtship" (as revealed by the yellow highlighter I forgot to turn off when saving the images). Such means of courting was considered quite proper...as long as it took long enough. Victorians liked to be certain.

Oh--and don't forget. Victorians used the term "lovers" in the most G-rated way possible.

This newspaper article, originally published in Chicago Daily Tribune on September 7, 1902, caught my attention. I find the more things change the more they stay the same. Two years into the Twentieth Century, folks thought young couples went about courtship and marriage the wrong way. I suspect that early in the twenty-first century, people thought young folks still went about courtship (dating? hanging out? living together?) the wrong way.

This article shares several short stories about how young couples met and married--and therein reveals unique slices of life at the Turn of the Century (as in 1900). I hope you enjoy these tales as much as I did!

Chicago Daily Tribune, September 7, 1902. Part 1 of 5.
Chicago Daily Tribune, September 7, 1902. Part 2 of 5.
Chicago Daily Tribune, September 7, 1902. Part 3 of 5.
Chicago Daily Tribune, September 7, 1902. Part 4 of 5.

Chicago Daily Tribune, September 7, 1902. Part 5 of 5.


Interesting, isn't it? Coney Island, an undertakers, divorce (gasp!) and immediate remarriage, a "newspaper bride" as a result of a correspondence courtship, and childhood sweethearts reunited. Even a bride-swap. Sigh. The stuff of dreams. Or romance novels.

What is the craziest wedding you ever heard of? Or the most unusual (perhaps rapid) courtship / dating story? Perhaps one that occurred "back in the day", such as your grandparents' (even if it's not crazy or rapid)? I LOVE the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and the courtships and commitments made by grandmas and grandpas. Please share! We hopeless romantics would love to know the juicy details.


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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Baseball has been the national pass time for a REALLY long time ...

Hi, Kit Morgan here! In my latest release, Promise of Love, I had to delve into the world of baseball via 1869. Little did I know that my town's baseball game (spelled base ball in 1869) would be such a big deal and why 1869 was such an important year for the game.


All sorts of things were happening. Ball clubs were opening up across the country and the first professional baseball team was established. The Red Stockings. Yes, you're allowed to chuckle, or even laugh, as I did. The team played with 10 players and all of them received a salary.


Another historic event took place in 1869. The Transcontinental Railroad was completed. The obvious impact on baseball was, of course, the ability to travel. The game was being played everywhere, including out west. Teams were exposed to regions, different rules, styles of play and levels of talent.  

In fact, the Cincinnati team traveled across the country to play against several teams out of San Francisco. This, in turn, exposed the game to many new people and helped to propel it into the nation's national pass time. So there's a little mini-history lesson on baseball making its way west!

If you want to know more about me or my books you can check out my website at www.authorkitmorgan.com