Faster than drinking a Dr. Pepper

After being away for a month in Florida and soaking in all the sunshine and green trees around my Mother's town, I realized something. They didn't get to experience fall. Florida's version comes and goes like the ebb and flow of the beautiful Gulf coast waters. Mums bloom, but the leaves stay green, pumpkins are bought at a grocery store, not a pumpkin patch. There aren't many changes, and the weather stays temperate, which is wonderful. Enviable during the wintertime. No snow. 

Yet I thought fall in my adopted home state of Texas was the same, except the leaves disappear as fast as a Texan can drink a Dr. Pepper, which is lightning-quick. This fall for some reason has taken me by surprise. The crisp tang in the air has lingered longer, and everyone's fall decor around their home seems a bit more festive. It's made me think of pumpkin baked goods, but I'm only dreaming, my waistline doesn't need the temptation. Speaking of which, I'm including my …

Author Robin Patchen-Suspense in Real Life, Suspense in Fiction

Webster's Unabridged defines suspense as "mental uncertainty." For me, suspense is waiting with fear. I don't know about you, but my real life has enough suspense in it, thank you very much. This year alone, my family has dealt with more suspense than I'd ever throw against a fictional character. Suspense in my husband's job search, suspense in my own writing career, suspense while my oldest son was on a mission trip to a third-world country. And then there were the accidents. My daughter fell down a flight of stairs and crushed both her wrists. That was terrifying enough. Three days later, my younger son was in a devastating car accident in another state. Getting a call that your child is being medi-flighted to the hospital with life-threatening injuries. That's real-life suspense, folks. And it's not fun. (You can read about the accidents here. By the way, my eldest is safely back in the States, and my younger two will both make a full recovery, …

The Pull of Fear

Greetings from Nebraska! My name is Sharee Stover. I’m a romantic suspense author, and I am of course, thrilled to be here. So, a huge shout-out to my friend, Stacy Simmons for inviting me to hang out with you. Grab your pumpkin spice latte (or whatever you prefer, there’s no judgment here) and, let’s talk romantic suspense.

It’s Autumn, and I’m awed by the changing leaves—brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows—that create an absolutely gorgeous canvas.

A beautiful time for falling in love. However, this particular season is also often geared toward horror movies and frightening episodes of familiar television shows. As comical as this might sound, I must admit, though I write suspense, I’m a big chicken. It’s a joke in my house that I’m not grown up enough to watch horror movies. That’s the bad thing about being a writer…our imaginations NEVER stop. Toss in a horror movie, and I don’t sleep for days. Because so many horror movies exist, clearly there are some people who enjoy control…

Review of Author Cara Putnam's latest novel, Delayed Justice

The next weeks ahead will feature several very talented suspense author's as guest-hosts for my blog.
Prepare yourself for some fun this month. I'm looking forward to hearing what these amazing authors say.

This is the first book featured in October's "A Season of Suspense." I had the pleasure of reading an Advance Reader's copy of author Cara Putnam's latest thriller, Delayed Justice. Here is my review of her novel.

"She had long given up the desire to be loved. Now she needed to be heard."
This is Author Cara Putnam's tagline for her new novel which is out in pre-order and available on October 16th. 

Ms. Putnam writes a smart, believable, legal thriller. She delves into the subject of an adult coming-to-terms with a horrible act done to her by a family member during childhood. The writing is succinct, and crisp, which treats this sad subject matter in a caring manner. I enjoyed reading each page and looked forward to reading her novel after …

A Season of Grace

Grace is defined as "the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings." 
During the recent ACFW conference, I experienced grace when I completely missed an agent appointment to only run into the kind person down the hall. When I explained the predicament, she graciously had a few moments to spare in order to speak with me. That my friends, typifies grace, I prayed over the situation and the improbable occurred. Near the end of the conference, an immediate family member became very ill and was hospitalized. The eleven-hour ride back home was filled with prayers and texts to my sister who flew to be with the family member. I am happy to say this beloved person is taking steps toward recovery. Several days after another immediate family member was hospitalized. During that time, my loved one spent almost a week in there we got to know some of the kind nurses and techs who would come into the room for a "breather&q…


I'm bringing back a post that I feel might resonate with many of you. (Joy K. Massenburge you might remember conversation). 

Because He is limitless. 

The other day I was talking with one of my most precious friends whose name truly describes her, Joy. We both are deep into our manuscripts and were discussing various stumbling blocks that had kept us from working. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, regular everyday things.

We agreed it's important to keep on the path. Pray harder. One of Jesus' disciples Paul wrote in 2 Timothy 4:7 "I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the Faith."  

My sweet eleventh grade Sunday School teacher Mrs. Cox used to say, "put feet to your prayers." Her wise words have stuck with me all these years. Don't sit back, do as you pray.

Joy and I discussed some plans we had for the future as writers. A lot bigger than some things I've ever done before, taking "a leap of faith." She wisely …

When the rubber hits the road . . .

"A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles." -Tim Cahill

Friends, it's the time of year that I turn into the character from the old story of "Henny Penny." She runs around thinking the sky is falling, not paying attention to what is around her. I am the farthest thing from this placid woman in the photo.

I'll share with you why . . .

All those cute packing "helpers" you can buy are intriguing, yet useless when it's me against my well-used American Tourister luggage. Inevitably, I coax a family member to zip it while I sit on top of it. Am I overpacking much? You bet! That light-weight sweater might come in handy for the super-chilled conference rooms, also the sixth pair of shoes that are the perfect color for that one outfit are tossed inside the groaning suitcase. Those cute zippered packing devices are no match for my disorganized chaos.

Where are you going you ask? My friends and I are embarking on a car ride from Texas to Na…