Amazon Best-selling Historical Romance

Amazon Best-selling Historical Romance
Escape to a romantic period where love endured, grew, and flourished despite a Civil War.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

A Wholesome Romance set on the Louisiana Bayou

January 18, 2019
A Southern Spring is a wholesome romance set on the Louisiana Bayou. Rosalie Primrose Patterson feels
 blessed to lead a simple life. Blessed with great imagination, she has a passion for writing. Having sent
 her proposal for a new story to various publishers, she is now anxiously awaiting their responses.
 The last envelope is different. Instead of a rejection, it offers her a contract.

Her boyfriend Ashton has not popped the question yet, but he owns her heart. The obstacles they

must persevere demand great faith. The descriptions of the forces of nature are always richly sensual:
 “The scent of dampness invaded along with the smells of murky caramel water, mud, earth, and mush.”
Just as sensual are the wholesome descriptions of love:
“She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her, and he knew he was in love with the girl
 he’d loved since grade school.”

In this wholesome romance, surviving the wildness of nature becomes a journey of love. 

“She stood on the bayou and gazed as far as she could, hoping to see Ashton returning.”

Five stars
Uvi Poznansky, USA Today Best-Selling Author
Author of Virtually Lace

Virtual Reality but Love Between the Main Characters is Reality: A Book Review by BJ Robinson

With a degree in computer science from the University of Michigan and career as an architect and software engineer, the author has put her education to great use in the writing of this book. It shines with her talent in creating virtual reality, but that can't outshine the love her characters have for one another in reality. Michael desperately tries to solve the murder of a young, beautiful ballerina named Lace before Ash, the love of his life, faces the same fate. She already has one thing too much in common with Lace, and he can't afford to let her end up the same way.

The landscape of the beach where the woman dies is described beautifully as is Lace, so intricately detailed that one can visualize it. There is a red herring that throws Michael off the track, but he picks up the trail again like a hound dog. Just as Ash puts herself in danger by modeling as Lace did, Michael is arrested and can't protect her. He has created a virtual simulation of Lace's murder to bring the mystery to life, but can he solve the clues in time to save Ash, especially when he is detained? Though there were a few hiccups no one else could write a novel with a virtual reality so realistic. I have put on a pair of those headpieces and played a few of those games, so I know what they're like, and this novel portrays the simulation realistically though it is virtual reality. This is one of my favorite books by this author. I'm glad I didn't miss it. She brings her talents to shine in the forefront of every description of virtual reality.

 I couldn’t put this book down and read it within one day. Young people who are into those games will love this book! Older people who are into love will adore the two main characters and root for Michael to save Ash before it is too late.


 Author BJ Robinson, Author of The Azalea Plantation Series, A Southern Spring, and others

Friday, January 11, 2019

Excerpt for a Southern Spring

Excerpt for A Southern Spring
New Release Book Alert
Christian Contemporary Romance

Ashton tried to make the trip back from the Gulf in livid rain and howling wind. It tore through the treetops making him shiver. He made it out of the main part of the Gulf into the bay and breathed a sigh of relief.
He headed for the canal that would take him back to the bakery. It was the one used by fishermen. The canal slithered by dark and greenish brown with shady, moss-hung cypress, pines, and oaks, with the Spanish moss whipping in the wind like long gray beards. It flowed like a fast-moving snake ready to devour everything in its path, strong with a powerful purpose. The deep, dark color beneath tree boughs eerily added to the illusion and mystery of the stormy weather.
The vicious viper of a mean canal crashed around camps, businesses, and homes. He kept his eyes peeled in case anyone was stranded, but saw no one. The roaring river brought some camps down and filled others with powerful surges of the muddy water.
The Gulf was the most important resource in their lives, but it could also be deadly. The community earned its living through fishing and other avenues of resources it offered such as charter fishing, airboat rides, tour boats, and shrimping amongst other ways. As much as the people loved the Gulf of Mexico, they couldn’t help but be leery. Canal banks overflowed from time to time, and he knew it would happen again and again. Yet, he was home on the bayou and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else or doing anything else for a living. It was his culture, his way of life.
 He voiced his thoughts to the wind with no one to listen to him, but God. “We cling to our way of life and refuse to give up our ways of earning a living through these great bodies of water.” The wind swirled and took his breath away. “The size and grandeur of the Gulf of Mexico with its vast openness exhilarates me when it’s a beautiful sunshiny day, but in weather like this it becomes vicious and dangerous.”
He knew he was talking to himself just to hear a voice. Not another soul was to be seen. “Yep, but year after year, we continue to keep going, and we’ll have it no other way even if there are narrower bodies of water that seem more protective because you can swim from one bank to another. This is home to us, and it will always be.” He glanced around again. “Looks like the boys have evacuated this area. I don’t see anyone.”
A submerged log loomed ahead, and Ashton failed to see it until it was too late. With the wind howling and the canal full of crashing waves, the boat capsized and hit a huge pine tree. It wasn’t long before the shrimp boat started sinking. Ashton lay on the deck of the boat knocked out cold.

 Blurb for A Southern Spring


The sparkle and glitter of the publishing world puts stars in a young girl’s eyes that threaten to make her miss God’s will and calling. Will Rosalie Primrose Patterson discover things that glitter, sparkle, and tempt are not gold before she loses Cade Ashton Carpenter? Will she find her true heart’s desire and God’s will?

When nature threatens to steal Ashton from her, Rosalie puts every crisis in God’s hands and refuses to give up on him. Can love survive the obstacle course placed in their path? She wants a Baptist wedding in her uncle’s church, but he’s Catholic.

Variables shape her life until she has an epiphany and discovers what’s really important, but will it be too late? Her heart has a home, an ally in her heavenly Father.




Thursday, January 10, 2019

Blurb for A Southern Spring
Book Alert: New Release


The sparkle and glitter of the publishing world puts stars in a young girl’s eyes that threaten to make her miss God’s will and calling. Will Rosalie Primrose Patterson discover things that glitter, sparkle, and tempt are not gold before she loses Cade Ashton Carpenter? Will she find her true heart’s desire and God’s will?

When nature threatens to steal Ashton from her, Rosalie puts every crisis in God’s hands and refuses to give up on him. Can love survive the obstacle course placed in their path? She wants a Baptist wedding in her uncle’s church, but he’s Catholic.

Variables shape her life until she has an epiphany and discovers what’s really important, but will it be too late? Her heart has a home, an ally in her heavenly Father.


 Cover Photograph by B. J. Robinson

Monday, November 19, 2018

When I was young, I always thought where there was life there was hope, but even in death there is still hope thanks to Jesus who died on the cross to save us.

Hope is Eternal! Life on Earth is Fleeting like the Wings of a Butterfly, but the good news is we have Eternal Life and Hope
The Lord Lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God my Savior! Psalm 18:46
    
Thanksgiving is a national holiday celebrated at different times of the year to give thanks for the blessing of the harvest for the previous year. Families develop their own traditions. In the South, turkey stuffed with cornbread dressing is common. My mother-in-law passed down her recipe, which I use and enjoy.
I have always enjoyed having guests for the holidays. When my children were small and still at home, I cooked huge family meals. One year, unexpected guests arrived with the family, and the small home couldn’t hold all the dinner guests. The cramped kitchen held only a small table. By the time the turkey was served, the place was bursting with people trying to find plates and utensils for eating. Borrowed ones from my mother-in-law had to suffice. Guests took plates outside and sat on the small front porch.
A lot has changed over the years. I no longer live in the same place or in the same state. I’ve lost family members. My children are grown and have all made me a grandmother thirteen times. My mother, father, and youngest sister live in their heavenly homes. Some of the most loved people in my life are no longer here to share the holidays.

Last year this time, I didn't know if I would live to see another Thanksgiving. God blessed me with one last year with three out of four of my children and their families. The doctor wasn't ready for me to leave the hospital, but I told him it might be my last Thanksgiving, and I wanted to spend it with my children who lived over seven hundred miles away. He let me go home to be with them. I wasn't able to cook, but hubby, his brother, and my sons took care of two turkeys and a ham outside while their wives and my youngest daughter took care of the remaining food.

Thank God this year, I am able to cook. My husband is going to do the turkey outside, and I will take care of the remaining items. My children won't be here for Thanksgiving this year, and I know I'm going to really miss them, but I thank God for last Thanksgiving when we could all be together. Lord, willing I will see another one, but just as anyone else living today, we have no guarantees, so if you don't already know the good Lord, I pray you will develop a personal relationship with him. He has been with me every step of the way, answered prayers, given me strength, and I don't need coping skills because He is the way I cope. I take it to the Lord in prayer. A relationship with Him is the best one you can ever develop. I know I wouldn't be here today if not for Him. Thank you, God, for all the blessings in my life. I love You!

Warmth and friendliness of family and friends make up for whatever trivial items are lacking. Though a lot has changed, some things never will. I thank God for the family who shares my holidays. The kitchen table is larger, and I have matching plates and silverware, but love for family and thanking God for the blessings he has bestowed upon us and the mercies he has given us will never change.
The heart of the family and thanking God for His blessings and your family is what Thanksgiving is all about, so have a blessed one!

Author’s Note: The cornbread dressing or stuffing recipe used by my family for generations is included at the end of my historical romance River Oaks Plantation and makes a wonderful recipe for use at Thanksgiving as well as Christmas. Our family uses it for both. The book is available for the Kindle through Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/River-Oaks-Plantation-B-Robinson-ebook/dp/B00H8XZLCE

Wonderful Christmas gift for the readers in your life. Awesome cornbread dressing recipe at the end for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Southern Writers Magazine showcased as a Must Read. "I was so enthralled with this story that I had to keep reading it to the very end." Amazon best-seller. Indie Award winner. Love and romance endure, grow, and flourish. Experience the antebellum South with Maggie and Danny and weather the storm with Cammie and Noah. Noah still has the ring he bought for Cammie years ago. Should he give it to her and ask the question he never did? Threatened by nature & man, can love survive? Love through a raging, killer hurricane and river flood. Noah fights to save Cammie to save the love that could have been. Whose life will the river claim? http://www.amazon.com/River-Oaks-Plantation-B-Robinson-ebook/dp/B00H8XZLCE/


Hope Lives even as a Last Resort
"Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. . . . For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words." 1 Thessalonians verses 4:13, 16-18
She and I stood in the front yard of the old apartment house. Lisa wore a light pink suit jacket, and her sad brown eyes looked directly into mine as she said, "I hope it's not cancer. I don't want to die." That visual image is sealed in my mind as vivid today as it was seven years ago when I lost my youngest sister. Bird-like hands clutched a shining gold star with a pearl-head pin. She handed  it to me, "I want you to wear this." When she died, the heavens raged. Storm clouds covered the land and hurricanes blew in from the sea. That year, twelve blustery ones battered America's shores. The last, a storm named Lisa, tiny and non-threatening like her, eventually faded out over land. On September 13, a summons came for Lisa. Sent on a mission, angels ferried another angel home. As I fell to my knees bedside my bed and cried, I said a silent prayer. Then, I opened my Bible, and the Comforter sent me encouragement. I knew then, that even in death, hope lived, for I'd see my youngest sister again in heaven. Thanks to Jesus, hope is eternal.

Dear Lord, thank you for Your encouraging Word and the gift of eternal life through Your son, Jesus. Thank you for opening my eyes so I no longer grieve without hope, Amen.



Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION, copyright 1973, 1978, & 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.

My latest historical work is the Azalea Plantation Series: Seize of Azalea Plantation, Azalea Plantation, and Plantation Restored. You will find them by browsing my blog or my Amazon Author Page.

My author friend Joy DeKok is a lovely lady, excellent, gifted photographer, and a wonderful writer. She was kind enough to allow me to use one of her pictures for the blog, the butterfly at the top is her photograph. Thank you so much Joy! You're such a Joy! Check her work out at https://www.facebook.com/JoyDeKokAuthorBlogger/photos/a.296070450560229/1062707567229843/?type=3&theater

Also be sure to check out her books on Twitter, Facebook, and Amazon. I have read and reviewed some and, she is an awesome writer. Look her up on Amazon and Facebook!

Happy Thanksgiving! Have a safe, blessed one. Thank you for stopping and browsing. 

Bio:  B. J. Robinson loves reading and penning Civil War era historical romance as well as various other genres to provide choice for readers. She’s an Amazon best-selling author and has written over twenty books. Blessed with children, grandchildren, and pets that are part of the family. Visit her at http://www.amazon.com/B.-J.-Robinson/e/B007DNJIKU