Why, books do, of course!
I know I may be jumping the gun, so to speak. But I'll tell you why: I’m extremely excited about my new novel, Threads of Hope. It’s book 1 in my Fabric of Time series and it’ll be released next month. For a pre-celebration of my book, I’m giving readers a little taste of what they can expect.
First, just look what a few endorsers had to say about it.
Andrea Boeshaar plucks the home strings with her newest
historical romance. Not only does she tell a ripping good tale
about émigrés from
in early settlement times, she Norway
also draws from her own family history. As a
I am well pleased with her efforts to make life at the
dawn of our state authentic. A worthy addition to Ms. Boeshaar’s
delightful body of work.
Award-Winning Author of A Summer in
Andrea Boeshaar’s story pulled me back into the middle
1800s. Her knowledge of the history of the times and her
strong, three-dimensional characters kept me in the story.
The feuding reminded me of Romeo and Juliet, but with an
ending I liked much better. Human frailties were dealt with
head-on with wisdom winning in the end. An excellent read
that I didn’t want to put down until the last page.
Lena Nelson Dooley
Author of Maggie’s Journey, Book One of the McKenna’s
Daughters Series, and the Will Rogers Medallion Award–
Winning Love Finds You in Golden,
Threads of Hope is a beautifully tender story of the way God
works in the lives of His own to teach lessons of forgiveness
and love. Andrea’s talent at weaving genuine characters,
vivid descriptions, and a compelling story line together drew
me into the story from the first page, and I felt Kristin’s and
Sam’s heartaches and joy. It touched my heart, and I highly
recommend this book.
Author of Remnant of Forgiveness
and Coauthor of Rose’s Pledge
Uncle Lars steered the wagon around a sharp bend in the
rutty road. He drove to the top of a small hill, and Kristin
could see the blue
Lake Michigan to her left and farm fields to
Then a lovely white wood-framed house came into view. It
didn’t look all that different from the home they’d just past,
with dormers, a covered front porch, and stately pillars bearing
the load of a wide overhang. She marveled at the homestead’s
large, well-maintained barn and several outbuildings. American
homes looked like this? Then no wonder Mr. Olstad couldn’t
wait to own his own farm!
Up ahead Kristin spied a lone figure of a man. She could
just barely make out his faded blue cambric shirt, tan trousers,
and the hoe in his hands as he worked the edge of the field.
Closer still, she saw his light brown hair springing out from
beneath his hat. As the wagon rolled past him, the man ceased
his labor and turned their way. Although she couldn’t see his
eyes as he squinted into the sunshine, Kristin did catch sight of
his tanned face. She guessed his age to be not too much more
than hers and decided he was really quite handsome.
“Do not even acknowledge the likes of him,” Uncle Lars
spat derisively. “Good Christians do not associate with Sam
Sundberg or any members of his family.”
Oh, dear, too late! Kristin had already given him a little
smile out of sheer politeness. She had assumed he was a friend
or neighbor. But at her uncle’s warning she quickly lowered her
Kristin’s ever-inquiring nature got the best of her. “What is
so bad about that family?”
“They are evil—like the Martins. Even worse, Karl Sundberg
is married to a heathen Indian woman who casts spells on the
good people of this community.”
“Spells?” Peder’s eyes widened.
“Ja, spells. Why else would some folks’ crops fail while Karl’s
flourish? He gets richer and richer with his farming in the
summer, his logging camps in the winter, and his fur trading
with heathens, while good folks like me fall on hard times.”
“Hard times?” Peder echoed the words.
“Ja, same seed. Same fertile ground. Same golden opportunity.”
Uncle Lars swiveled to face the Olstads. “I will tell you
why that happens. The Sundbergs have hexed good Christians
like me.” He wagged his head. “Oh, they are an evil lot, those
Sundbergs and Martins. Same as the Indians.”
Indians? Curiosity got the better of her, and Kristin swung
around in the wagon to get one last glimpse of Sam Sundberg.
She could hardly believe he was as awful as her uncle described.
Why, he even removed his hat just now and gave her a cordial nod.
“Turn around, niese, and mind your manners!” Uncle Lars’s
large hand gripped her upper arm and he gave her a mild shake.
“I . . . I am sorry, Onkel,” Kristin stammered. “But I have never
seen an Indian.”
“Sam Sundberg is not an Indian. It is his father’s second wife
and their children.
half-breeds is what we call them.” Oneida
Kristin glanced over her shoulder and saw Peder stroke his
“Interesting,” he added.
“How very interesting.” Kristin couldn’t deny her interest
was piqued. “Are there many Indians living in the
“Ja, they trespass on my land, but I show my gun and they
leave without incident. Sundberg brings his Indian wife to
church.” He wagged his head. “Such a disgrace.”
“And the Territory officials do nothing?” Mr. Olstad asked.
Uncle Lars puffed out his chest. “As of three months ago, we
are the State of
—no longer a territory.” Uncle Lars Wisconsin
stated the latter with as much enthusiasm as a stern schoolmaster.
“Now the government will get rid of those savages once
and for all.” He sent Kristin a scowl. “And you, my liten niese,
will do well to stay away from Indians. All of them, including
our neighbors, the Sundbergs. You hear, lest you get yourself
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Threads of Hope is available for pre-order at amazon.com. CLICK HERE for details. In the meantime, all 4 books in my series called, Seasons of Redemption are available now in both traditional print and e-book formats. CLICK HERE for more info.
Remember: Books make great Christmas gifts! Have a safe and merry Christmas, everyone!