Showing posts with label Return to Quail Crossings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Return to Quail Crossings. Show all posts

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Return to Quail Crossings Tour is in the Books!!

I never know what to say when a book tour ends. It is always such a bittersweet moment. Sweet
because not being on tour allows me to spend more time with my family, friends, and on my works in progress. Bitter because I truly love doing book signing and meeting my readers, both new and old.

I’d like to say a huge thank you to everyone who came out and supported me over the last nine months. I hope the books you bought have brought you as much joy, as I had while writing them.... To all the organizers and event planners, thanks for all the long hours, hard work, last minute questions, and giving me a place to share my writing with your people. To every fan that has taken a few moments to say, “I loved it!”, you have no idea how much that means to me. To my return readers, y’all keep me motivated. Your encouragement is a huge driving force to write even when my muse is off playing in the daisies.

This summer I will be spending some quality time with both my family and Missing Quail Crossings. I am working hard on this book for y’all and appreciate the reduced pace so I can meet my fall launch deadline. Book signings will resume at the end of July at the Christian Indie Authors Conference in Davenport, Iowa.


Thanks again for all your love and support,
Jennifer

Friday, April 17, 2015

Congrats Jennifer McMurrain



Congratulations to 
Jennifer McMurrain!!
3rd Place Finalist at the North Texas Book Festival for her historical fiction novel, Return to Quail Crossings & 2nd Place in fiction at the FOL Bartlesville Creative Writing Contest!!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

CIAN Awards and Stillwater, OK

Congratulations to Jennifer McMurrain, whose book Return to Quail Crossings is a semi-finalist in the Christian Indie Authors Network Awards! You can meet Jennifer and pick up your copy of Return to Quail Crossings in Stillwater, OK this weekend!!



Monday, February 16, 2015

Book Signing ~ Darrouzett, TX

    We regret to announce Saturday's book signing at the Darrouzett Corner Café in Darrouzett, TX will be postponed due to a death of a family member. We will reschedule as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Return to Quail Crossings ~ Excerpt 1

Chapter One


March 1940

Evalyn Brewer lurched forward as the bus rolled to a stop. With a heavy sigh, she stood and stretched her arms overhead.
“We’ll be stopped for fifteen minutes to use the facilities and get some food. Next stop is two hours away,” the bus driver sang out.
“That man is far too happy,” she mumbled under her breath, trying not to inhale the strong exhaust from the bus.
“I know. He was actually whistlin’ earlier. Nobody likes to drive a bus that much,” came a scratchy voice from behind her.
Evalyn turned to see a tall, skinny man with a pointed nose, leaning on the bus seat behind her. She gave him a polite nod, tucking a strand of dark blonde hair behind her ear, before bending to gather her bundle and bag.
The man leaned over, his breath hot on the back of her neck, and whispered. “How ‘bout you let me buy you lunch? Then we can sit together for a while and get to know each other better.” His tongue flicked her ear.
Evalyn bolted up and slapped the man. “How dare you!”
The stranger grabbed his cheek and looked around at the other passengers. “I was just offerin’ to buy the lady lunch,” he explained. “Guess she ain’t hungry.”
He gave her an extra shove with his shoulder as he exited the bus. Evalyn scanned the other passengers, knowing her face was five shades of red, then turned back to her pack and hurried off the bus.
Keeping her bundle securely on the booth seat between the wall and herself, she ordered a bottle of milk and a ham sandwich at the roadside cafe. She was thankful the sandwich came quickly since her stomach was already growling at the smell of the chicken dinner special being served all around her. Her taste buds balked at the dry sandwich, wishing for chicken, but she reminded herself she had to watch what she spent, since she still had dinner and breakfast to purchase before getting back to Knollwood, Texas.
She had been hungry before. She had survived it then, and she would survive it now. Her time off the bus was almost over, but her backside still ached as she thought of the hours she had left. Another urge told her she should use the facilities before their departure.
The restrooms were at the back of the café; the only entrance was from the outside. After taking care of her needs, Evalyn hurried back toward the bus. Just as she rounded the corner a hand grabbed her, pulling her back and slamming her against the wall of the café.
She pulled her bundle close as the skinny man with the pointed nose stared down at her. “Think you can embarrass me like that and get away with it?”
“Let me go or I’ll scream.” She held the man’s gaze, fighting the urge to vomit at his stench of tobacco, dirt, and bad hygiene.
“Oh, I’ll make you scream all right.” He grabbed both shoulders and pushed her toward the men’s bathroom.



Monday, October 13, 2014

Return to Quail Crossings ~ Excerpt 3

Lou Anne carefully placed the two hot peppers she had purchased at the Knollwood Market the day before on a plate. The grocer had insured her they were the hottest he had. She had never cared much for hot peppers, but she was desperate to conceive and would do anything to help the process.
She debated between taking little bites or just taking two large bites of each pepper. Mrs. Pearl had said she only needed to eat one, but Lou Anne wanted to increase her odds by eating two. She swiped up a pepper and took a huge bite, chewing quickly and swallowing fast. She did the same with the second pepper.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad,” Lou Anne said, but she quickly changed her mind as the fire started in her throat and quickly raced up to her mouth and lips.
Lou Anne started fanning her mouth, but it wasn’t helping. She bolted up, causing her chair to fall over, and dashed to the icebox. She grabbed the milk and drank directly out of the glass bottle. She dashed to the sink and poured it over her lips.
“Thirsty?” asked Bill.
Lou Anne let out a groan. The man had horrible timing.
“I was trying a new pepper from the market,” said Lou Anne. “I was thinking about canning some peppers in with the stewed tomatoes this year.”
“Guess you won’t be doing that.” Bill raised an eyebrow as Lou Anne wiped off her mouth, lips still tingling from the heat.
“Guess not,” she said, as the flames reignited in her mouth. She mentally begged for Bill to leave.
“I guess I’ll let you get back to your day.” Bill looked at the plate holding two pepper stems and then back to his wife. He headed toward the back door. “You might find a chunk of cheese will help.”
“I’m fine,” yelled Lou Anne. As soon as she heard the back door slam, she raced back to the icebox and grabbed the cheese.




Friday, October 10, 2014

Return to Quail Crossings ~ Excerpt 2

“Alice, you can either stay here at Johnson’s Drug or come with me to the Knollwood Market while Dad is speaking with Pastor Spaulding. What do you wanna do?” asked Dovie.
“Ummm.” Alice tilted her head. “I’d really like to buy Joy something, but I don’t know what yet.”
Dovie smiled as Alice looked at the shelves of jarred candy. “Guess you’ll be staying here then, silly goose. I’ll be back in about half an hour, and we’ll see if you’ve made up your mind by then. You know Joy is too little to eat candy, right?”
“Yeah,” said Alice, “but I thought I could give her a lick of mine. I’ve never been an aunt before, so I just wanna make sure I do it right.”
“Alice, I can already tell you’re gonna be the best kind of aunt to Joy the kind that spoils her rotten. Dovie laughed. “Meet me at the market when you’re done.”
Alice tried to decide what to spend her five cents on. She wondered what Joy would like. There were the peppermint candies that she always got when she came to Johnson’s Drug Store, but maybe Joy would enjoy the butterscotch candies more. She briefly thought about getting a chocolate coin to share but shook the thought away, realizing it would melt before they got home. Chocolate coins were best eaten right after purchase. Alice opened the jar to the peppermint sticks and inhaled deeply, letting the minty scent tickle her nose.
Unable to choose, Alice put the lid back on the peppermint jar and again stared at the rows of candy, begging one to answer her question on which to buy. Suddenly, a hard bump pushed her hard into the shelf. She quickly caught herself before swinging around to see who did it.
Alice couldn’t help but gasp in shock as a black boy paused beside her. She hadn’t seen a colored boy in Knollwood the entire time she had lived there. She had seen many in the shelters and food kitchen her family had frequented back when they were homeless during the Great Depression, but seeing one in her hometown was like seeing an elephant away from the circus.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” the black boy said before hurrying out of the store.
Alice shrugged and turned back to the candy. Accidents happened and he had said he was sorry. All the colored people she had met before were nice enough, she was sure this boy was no different.
Before she could continue her candy debate, three more boys bumped into her as they quickly left the store. None of them, however, stopped to apologize.
“How rude,” she whispered before her eyes grew wide. Those three boys were sure in a hurry, and she didn’t think it was a coincidence that they bumped her right after the colored boy.
Her candy quest forgotten, she followed the boys out of the store and watched as they ran down the crowded Main Street as if looking for someone or something. Alice searched the street but saw nothing alarming. As she turned to go back inside, a flash of movement caught her eye. Across the street, between the meat market and the post office, the black boy hugged the wall as if trying to disappear.
Alice glanced down the street again at the boys, who were now making their way back towards Johnson’s. She waited until the boys went behind Annette’s CafĂ© before spurting across the street to the black boy. She didn’t stop when she got to him but grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her.
The boy resisted.
“Come on,” whispered Alice, “I know where you can hide.”



Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Return to Quail Crossings

Release date - October 14, 2014
Join Jennifer for her launch party on Facebook Oct. 14th from 7 pm till 10 pm
Now available for pre-order!!

No one expects Evalyn Brewer to return to Quail Crossings from California married with a child, and that includes Evalyn. She had dreams of Hollywood stardom, not dirty diapers and pigs. But when Robert Smith, a country boy from head to toe, offers her and her daughter a chance at a normal life, reputation intact, Evalyn can’t help but accept. Little does Robert know, Evalyn is keeping a huge secret. While Evalyn’s family members deal with prejudice in 1940s Texas, fertility, changes of the heart, and even a ghost come back from the dead, Evalyn must fight for her family or lose everything she has grown to love.



Monday, January 6, 2014

Hello 2014!!

I love the smell of a new year in the morning. So full of possibilities for the year to come. I know I should feel that way about every day I get up, but truth be told, I don’t … but maybe I’ll start.

2013 will be hard to beat though. It was a great year for me, I found out Quail Crossings made it to #1 on the Amazon Best Seller’s list (just about fell out of my chair) in May and in December Winter Song made it to #9 overall. I’m pleased as punch that people enjoy my books. That’s why I write them.

2014 will be full of writing projects. My mini anthology, Amore, will be out in February and a novella, The Looking Glass, will be out early summer. I also intend to release Return to Quail Crossings, while working on a young adult series, an anthology with my writer’s group, and another project with a group of fabulous authors.

Aside from all my writing goals, I also have personal goals I want to achieve. For as long as I can remember I’ve been staring up at Heart Mountain every time we visited my Grandma in Wyoming. This year, I’m going to hike to the summit of that mountain. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

I hope each and every one of you have a very blessed and prosperous 2014!