The Last Timekeepers and the Noble Slave, Book Three:
True freedom happens only when you choose to be free.
Author. Time Traveler. Psychic Sleuth. Embraces the Woo-Woo.
The Last Timekeepers and the Noble Slave, Book Three:
Pull on your cozy attire and get ready for some comfort food that will warm you from head to toe. The Farmer's Almanac is predicting a snowy winter we'll not soon forget. Solution? Warm up your family with a hearty dinner that tastes great and satisfies the hungriest of appetites.
Chicken
Pot Pie
Fill a medium-size saucepan with water. Add celery, carrots, and onion. Cover and bring to a boil. Add chicken. Cover pan. Turn off heat and let the chicken sit in the hot water 1½ hours.
Remove chicken from pan to a plate. Discard water and veggies. Don’t wash the pan. Allow breast to cool then cut off any excess fat. Slice meat into bite-size pieces.
Melt butter in the same pan you used for the chicken breast. Stir in celery, carrots, and onion. Sauté on medium heat until veggies are semisoft and onion translucent, 7 – 9 minutes.
Stir in flour. Cook for 1 minute, stirring frequently.
Carefully pour in stock while stirring. Scrape pan bottom and sides to capture flour residue. Add garlic, thyme, sage, parsley, salt, and pepper. Stir in cream then simmer on medium low until mixture thickens, 5 – 10 minutes, stir often to prevent burning.
Add chicken and peas. Remove from heat and allow mixture to cool.
Preheat oven to 425° F.
Follow the directions on the pie crust package to prepare the pan for a two-crust pie.
Scroop filling onto bottom crust. Lay the other crust on top. Seal the edges by pressing the two crusts together around the rim. Trim off excess crust.
Mix egg yolk and milk in a small bowl. use a pastry brush to spread mixture across the top crust including the rim. Score the top crust with 4 – 6 thin slices. This allows the pie to cook better by releasing a little steam.
Bake 10 – 15 minutes then remove from the oven then cover the edges with aluminum foil so they don’t burn. Return pie to the oven. Continue for 30 – 35 minutes longer or until the top is golden brown.
Allow the pie to cool 10 – 15 minutes before serving. This allows the filling to set properly.
*No need to run out to buy heavy cream. The following recipe is easy and works great for a any cooked dish that requires heavy cream.
Pour milk into a small bowl then set aside. Don’t use milk fresh from the fridge or this recipe won’t work right.
Melt butter in a saucepan over medium-low heat or in the microwave until melted. Allow butter to cool at room temperature.
Combine milk and butter with a hand mixer until well blended.
Use
this substitute 1 for 1. Don’t use it as whipping cream. It won’t work.
May you enjoy all the days of your life filled with good friends, laughter, and seated around a well-laden table!
Sloane

Taylor's cookbooks, Hot Mean Wear Aprons, Date Night Dinners, Date Night Dinners Italian Style, Sizzling Summer, and Recipes to Create Holidays Extraordinaire are released by Toque & Dagger Publishing and available at all book vendors.
In A Streetcar Named Desire Blanch DuBois believed she could rely on the kindness of strangers. Many authors seem to feel the same way.
I’ve written quite a lot recently about the never-ending quest for reviews, the currency which sells books. To get these critiques we authors “depend on the kindness of strangers,” as Blanche DuBois said so pithily as she descended into madness.
When I
first started asking for reviews, I would scan bloggers’ websites, check their
guidelines, compose my query. And then, I’d see that dreaded line: “I am not
accepting submissions at this time.” I would react a bit crankily, at that
point. I mean, why have a review blog if you don’t want to do reviews? Geez!
“I’m
taking a short break from taking on any more books,” wrote one blogger. “I will
still be reviewing, but my list of to-reads has become a little over whelming,”
“I am
still digging out of the hole of book review over-commitment, and I
continue to over-commit,” said another. “Is there a support group for this
problem?”
Eventually,
I started to think about reviewers in a new light. Mostly, these are regular
people, not professional journalists drawing a paycheck for reading books and
sharing their thoughts. These are folks who love literature and generally
impart their opinions for free, who – when authors are very lucky – post their
reviews on Amazon and Goodreads and Twitter, and lots of other social media
platforms. These are moms and dads with day jobs.
“We
are back on Earth and reviewing. Unfortunately, we’re so busy, it’s unlikely
we’re going to accept a request.”
While
rummaging for reviews, I am also sometimes taken aback by a subtle whiff of
snark.
“I
will no longer reply to emails that don’t follow this policy. If you ignore me
here, I’ll ignore you. Yes, that sounds harsh, but I get nearly 70 requests a
day. I’m only one person and I don’t have the time to search for missing
information or reply to every email that fails (to) include what I need to make
a decision.”
Yikes!
Maybe not so subtle in this case, but again, consider the reviewer’s
point-of-view. They are interested in your book’s premise, but you forgot to
add the link they requested, or your contact information was wrong, or you
failed to include your cleverly composed synopsis, leaving them without the
important facts they need to decide if you’re an author they’d like to work
with.
The
bottom line is let’s have compassion, people. Let’s think of the reviewer as a
friend. A busy friend. We can make their lives easier and they can help us sell
books. So, carefully follow the directions bloggers lay out on their
submissions and policy pages. Even if, sometimes, those directives are just a
wee bit strange.
“I
don’t do demon/human/angel love, but bad demons are fine, same for angels. I
just don’t like them in romances.”
Indeed.
Here is a brief peek at Anne's latest release.Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to the Graves Registration Service where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?
Praise for Your Forgotten Sons
“Although a defty crafted work of original fiction, “Your Forgotten Sons” by Anne Montgomery is inspired by a true story. An original and inherently interesting read from start to finish, “Your Forgotten Sons” will prove to be an immediate and enduringly appreciated pick.” Midwest Book Review
“This was a quick, riveting read that really challenged me to think differently about our servicemen and women, especially those who take on the jobs that don’t get heroically depicted in the media or news…I really highly recommend this book to anyone that is looking for a different take on American history. I left it with a newfound appreciation for the unsung heroes.” Bekah C NetGalley
“This is the truth. It’s gritty and painful and bittersweet – and true. When you think you’ve read every perspective of WWII, along comes Bud to break your heart.” Bridgett Siter Former Military Reporter
“Anne Montgomery writes a strong story and I was hooked from the first page. It had a great concept and I enjoyed that this was inspired by a true story…It was written perfectly and I was invested in the story. Anne Montgomery has a great writing style and left me wanting to read more.” – Kathryn McLeer NetGalley
Two years ago, I developed a far from pleasant illness which forced me to change my way of eating, I'm really grateful my husband and son were willing to give it a try. Back up support is an amazing thing.
Making homemade nut butter is a straightforward and rewarding process that allows you to create a fresh, flavorful spread tailored to your preferences. Here's a basic guide to help you craft your own nut butter with the nuts of your choice: Almonds, cashews, peanuts, walnuts, pecans, or any combination (You will need 4 cups).
Preheat your oven to 375°F. Spread the nuts evenly on a baking sheet and roast for 7-10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until they are lightly browned and fragrant. Be cautious not to over-roast, as this can lead to a burnt taste.
Cool Slightly: Allow the roasted nuts to cool for a few minutes until they're warm but not hot.
Warm nuts blend more easily, resulting in a smoother butter. Transfer the nuts to a food processor or high-powered blender. Process on high speed. The nuts will go through stages: from whole to a crumbly mixture, then to a thick paste, and finally to a creamy butter. This process can take anywhere from 5 to 12 minutes, depending on the nut type and your equipment. Be patient and scrape down the sides of the processor as needed.
Experiment with different nuts or
combinations to discover unique flavors. For instance, blending cashews and
almonds can yield a creamy, mildly sweet butter. My personal favorite is
combination of pecans and walnuts.
By making your own nut butter, you
not only enjoy a fresher product but also have complete control over the ingredients, allowing you to create a healthier alternative to many
store-bought versions.
All my best, Stella
Here is a peek at book one of Stella’s time travel romance series for your reading pleasure.
One key unlocks the love of a lifetime…but could also break her heart.
Nika Morris’s sixth sense has helped build a successful business, lovingly restoring and reselling historic homes on Florida’s Amelia Island. But there’s one forlorn, neglected relic that’s pulled at her from the moment she saw it. The century-old Coleman house.
Quite unexpectedly, the house is handed to her on a silver platter—along with a mysterious letter, postmarked 1909, yet addressed personally to Nika. Its cryptic message: Find the key. You know where it is. Hurry, for goodness sake!
The message triggers an irresistible drive to find that key. When she does, one twist in an old grandfather clock throws her back in time, straight into the arms of deliciously, devilishly handsome Elijah Coleman.
Swept up in a journey of a lifetime, Nika finds herself falling in love with Eli—and with the family and friends that inhabit a time not even her vivid imagination could have conjured. But in one desperate moment of homesickness, she makes a decision that will not only alter the course of more than one life, but break her heart.
’Til Time Do Us Part is available in Kindle and Paperback at AMAZON.
If you’re reading this post on February 2nd, this day marks a milestone in my life. I turned 65, and I’m now officially a senior citizen. Yay, me! Yes, being well-aged and full of wisdom from the past six and a half decades, I qualify for my Canadian Old Age Pension, as well as a slew of other benefits our government passes on to their seniors. The other milestone in my life is a new knee that’s long overdue after 50 years of knee pain issues and two previous surgeries. Darn those school sports in the 70s! In retrospect, I should have never tried a new long-jump technique that I discovered in a book I found in the school’s library without consulting a teacher! Wink. As mentioned in my January 5th post HERE, a LOT went on in 2025 that cleared my slate from the past, so I could rebuild my personal and author life for 2026, and beyond.
Yes, I found two publishers willing to take my back list, and future books when my former publisher decided to close up shop by the end of 2025. And yes, we managed to get those second editions published and marketed by the end of the year. My new Canadian publisher, Pandamonium Publishing House also ran a Fairy Falls writing challenge open to the elementary schools I contacted in my area for grade four through to grade eight with the theme, The Day I Heard an Animal’s Thoughts. The winner of the contest received a prize basket which included a signed copy of Lost & Found, a bookmark, a journal, fancy pens, a winner’s certificate, a plush cat toy, and cozy blanket. The winner was announced the first week of December 2025, and it was my privilege to deliver the prize to grade eight student Lexi R. of Erie Migration Elementary School in Kingsville, Ontario. Way to go, Lexi!
If you’re curious, below is Lexi’s winning submission (in its original format to preserve the author’sWhen I woke up, my palms were sweaty and my right cheek burned with pain. I slowly sat up from the cold, hard ground, my head throbbing and my vision blurring slightly. I bring my hand up to my face, gently touching the cut on my right cheek. The wound wasn’t deep, but it still stung. When my vision came back, I looked around to take in my surroundings. Tall, dark green pine trees surrounded me. They seemed to tower over me, like sky scrapers in a city. Where am I? I thought to myself. That’s when I remembered; I had gone on a walk in the forest to clear my mind. I must’ve tripped and scraped my face on something before passing out. I looked around, and just to my side was a jagged rock that I must’ve hit my face off of. I was busy trying to remember how deep through the forest I was when I heard rustling in the bushes behind me. My stomach dropped as I realized I wasn’t alone in the forest. I whipped around, startled by the sound. But there was no need to be startled, because standing in front of me was a deer, it’s burnt caramel-colored fur almost shimmered because of the cracks of sunlight peeking through the pine trees. The deer’s innocent eyes looked directly into mine, and I realized that something was very wrong. The deer’s bones seemed too visible, like it hadn’t eaten in days. “I need help.” My eyes grew wide as I heard those three words echo in my head. “Did you just-” I paused, unable to even comprehend what just happened. “Us forest animals, we need help. People from your community keep ruining our forest and stealing our food.” The dear lowered it’s head in disappointment and defeat. My heart shattered just looking at the starving deer standing right in front of me, as well as for the other animals suffering with the same problem. It had never occurred to me how much humans could be affecting animals and their environments. “I’m so sorry that this is happening to you. Is there.. anything I could do to help?” I asked. The deer raised its head. “Yes, helping us would be greatly appreciated.” Right afterwards, I immediately tried to do as much as I could to help. I created posters and flyers about how we should stop ruining the animals homes and lives, and instead we should do everything we can to save their habitats and keep them safe in the future. I decided to start a volunteer group to spread awareness for the animals, and we started fundraisers to help them. Weeks later, I was taking a stroll in the same forest when I heard someone talking in my head. “Thank you for everything. We owe you very much.” The deer bowed its head, this time in respect. Before I could say anything, the dear bounded away, deep towards the core of the forest.
Boy, I’m glad that I didn’t have to judge. I’d probably have picked all the submissions. LOL! Seriously though, I loved Lexi’s story and her commitment to nature and the environment. We need more empathetic and kind kids like her who know they will have their hands full cleaning up the mess past generations have created. I’ve also realized through this contest that I need to focus on getting back into the habit of writing at least three to four times a week. I’ve severely slacked off my writing discipline this past year with all the juggling I had to do finding new publishers for all my books. It’s been a roller coaster year for sure!
Now that the craziness of 2025 is behind us, I usually put my books on sale for the entire month of February to celebrate my birthday. However, since the first book in my young adult time travel adventure series is permanently free, I thought I’d showcase The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis ebook in case you haven’t had a chance to download it. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to whet your reading appetite…
Children are the key to our future. And now,
they are the only hope for our past.
When 13-year-old
Amanda Sault and her classmates land themselves in hot water after a cafeteria
food fight, they're assigned to yard duty as punishment. After the kids uncover
a mysterious stone arch hidden in the overgrown backyard owned by the Witch of
White Pines, they learn that it's an ancient portal created by the lost
civilization of Atlantis.
Chosen by an Atlantean Magus, Amanda and her reluctant companions are swept
into the secret world of the Timekeepers: legendary guardians entrusted with
preserving history from a sinister force known as Belial. Their first mission?
Travel back to 13th-century England to ensure a young Robin Hood fulfills his
legendary fate.
But time travel comes with strict rules, and one wrong move could rewrite the
past... and erase the future.
Packed with high-stakes adventure and a touch of ancient magic, THE LAST
TIMEKEEPERS AND THE ARCH OF ATLANTIS is the first book in Sharon Ledwith's
series of novels for middle grade readers and adults alike.
Excerpt:
They were almost inside the glowing archway. Its light felt
warm and welcoming, like the rising summer sun. Treena stuck her thumbs in the
straps of her khaki backpack as if it doubled as a magic parachute. Amanda
mimicked Treena and grasped the straps on Jordan’s backpack that she was still
wearing. Ravi was the only other person wearing one, so all the rest had
nothing to break their fall if that light suddenly cut them loose.
The brilliant, fathomless glow swallowed Amanda, blinding
her. Calm and silence overrode her senses. In that moment, two things
happened—Amanda sensed that there was no separation between her and the
others—as if they were all connected by these tiny threads of light. Second,
she started to feel as though she were free falling, moving fast and out of control.
She regained her vision, just as the white light exploded into a whirling
rainbow.
Drake laughed. “Wicked! This feels like a ride at
Disneyland!”
“It feels better than that!” Jordan replied. “I’ve been to
Disneyland twice, and there’s no ride that even comes close to this!”
“It’s as if we can fly!” Treena shouted, doing a somersault
in mid-air.
“It does feel wonderful, doesn’t it?” Melody said dreamily.
Amanda grabbed both ankles and flipped herself over. She
giggled. This freedom, this feeling, this flux was awesome. The huge, spiraling
rainbow surrounding the group of seven gently juggled them in mid-air like
floating balls in a never-ending lottery game. She glanced over at Jordan’s
uncle. His cheeks were sucked in, and his body flopped one way then another
like a fish out of water.
“Is your uncle okay, Jordan?” she asked.
Jordan maneuvered over to his uncle by spreading his arms
and legs wide as if he were a free-falling parachutist. He grasped his uncle’s
shoulder and shook him. “Uncle John? Uncle John! Don’t make me slap you again!”
He reached over, grabbed Jordan, and kissed him on the
forehead. “It’s all true, Jordan! It’s all true!”
Jordan squirmed. “What’s true?”
“Time flows through us,” he answered, his voice
cracking as if he were a young boy again.
The whirling rainbow burst into shards of light, and they
all touched bottom.
It felt soft—like a cushy trampoline—as Amanda, her
classmates, Melody, and Professor Lucas bounced easily until they all stood
still. Then the ground became solid again. Polished marble walls and finely
crafted pillars materialized through the fading light. A sudden high-pitched
buzzing noise made her wince. Everyone seemed to hear it too; they cringed in
unison. The sound of waves crashing against a shore replaced the buzzing, and a
set of deep purple curtains miraculously appeared in front of them. Amanda
rubbed her eyes. In the time it took her to take a breath, the curtains were
drawn. The brilliant white light that had pulled them into the stone arch now
hovered between the open curtains. It started to radiate out, then draw in,
out, then in, changing its shape with each rhythmic movement, until it finally
transformed into a woman.
The woman was beautiful in an otherworldly way. She had
long, fair, flowing hair adorned with quartz crystals. Piercing blue eyes
stared back at Amanda like she was peering into her soul. She had a long narrow
face with high cheek bones that tapered down to a firm chin. Her nose was long
and slender. Amanda smiled at her. The woman smiled back. Her teeth were white,
small, and even. She was perfect in every way. A rich-blue sleeveless linen
robe adorned her slim body, accentuating her ivory skin.
I wonder if she’s a princess. Amanda didn’t doubt it, especially with all the jewelry
the woman wore. A sparkling metallic snake bracelet wound around her left arm,
a string of gleaming pearls and shells hung around her neck, and a silver belt
strewn with various green, blue, and red gems hugged her waist. The only piece
of clothing that didn’t seem to belong was a plain pair of woven sandals.
Melody pushed Drake behind her and took a few steps
forward. “I demand that you tell us where we are!”
The beautiful woman gave Melody a gentle smile, and nodded.
She opened her arms wide and said, “Welcome to the Temple of Poseidon, in the
City of the Golden Gates.”
Melody jerked. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“Atlantis,” Professor Lucas answered in a whisper. “We’re in Atlantis.”
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Are you celebrating any milestones this year? Did you change your life around so that it looks unrecognizable from last year? I’d love to read your comments. Cheers, and as always, thank you for spending your time reading my blog!
In addition to writing Catherine and Donald love antiquing, traveling, singing, and going to the theatre. Catherine is also an avid gardener and has drawn Donald into her garden as a day laborer. They figure the couple who plays together and works together, stays together—and that's just what they aim to do.
Second Editions Coming Soon:
Ghosts and Gardenias
The Promised One The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1
Blood Brothers The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2
Son of the Moonless Night The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3
The Mercenary and the Shifters The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 4
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You’ll hear writers complain about the number of typos that get missed during the editing and proofreading processes, so their work is published with errors it is too late to fix. This is something that happens to even the most well-known authors, regardless of what publisher they use.
As a proofreader who is also an author, I
have seen typos in my own published work and have no idea how I missed them.
There is some kind of brain glitch that sees what it expects to see, hence, for
example, ‘to’ becomes ‘do’, and the meaning of an entire sentence is lost. We
just have to hope that readers suffer from the same glitch or like our work
enough to overlook the mistakes.
Proofreading errors are bad enough, but
far worse are errors in continuity and these may be harder to spot. For
example, a character may sit at a table while having already done so on the
previous page; someone claims to have come by bus, yet we know he left his car
in the car park; the protagonist is shown into the boss’s office by a blonde
secretary who is a redhead when he comes out.
I have just finished editing a book I
wrote over several years. It started as three novellas which were then glued
together into one novel. Revisiting old material is a challenge anyway but more
so when a book has been written in sections with not enough thought to the
sequence of events. Continuity errors have been a nightmare with this
particular work, and chunks of the narrative had to be rewritten to iron out the
inconsistencies. Proofreading errors, conversely, have been a doddle.
While storytelling is an author’s main
function, there are many other factors that must be borne in mind. An author
must:
1. Create
interesting, believable characters that the readers will care about
2. Provide
them with a plotline that works
3. Weave
any necessary subplots seamlessly into the narrative
4. Be
fluent and grammatically correct in the language of their choice
5. Avoid
spelling and style errors and typos
6. Create
a consistent atmosphere to suit the genre of the work
7. Do
sufficient research to support the credibility of the work
8. Decide
if certain themes, social commentaries or observations are to be included
9. Maintain
the interest of the readers throughout, regardless of their demographic, and
10 Never disappoint their readers with weak endings and plot holes.
While juggling all of the above,
continuity might slide under the radar, but an author must keep track of what
their characters are doing: their movements; appearance; clothes; dialogue; relationships;
backstories; ages; emotions, and so on. Added to that is the need to be aware
of changes in time and place.
That’s a lot of plates to keep spinning!
No wonder errors creep in.
Alas, after you’ve written and submitted your book and you’re sure you’ve created perfection, you might see one of those plates smashed on the ground when a continuity error is finally discovered—but it’s too late, because your book’s been published! A case in point is the book I am currently reading. It’s well written and compelling and the author is prolific and professionally published; however, I noted that the main character asked someone if they had any kin, to be told no, only to ask that same person the same question two pages further on, again with the same response. Given all those spinning plates the author had to keep an eye on, I’d say it happens to the best of us.
Here is a brief intro to Book One of Carol's exciting trilogy.
When a dark power rises to claim dominion over Elvendom, Elgiva and Godwin set off on a dangerous quest for the legendary Lorestone: the only thing that can stop the looming darkness. With a reluctant elf boy as their guide and a stubborn pony by their side, they must navigate the treacherous land and harness ancient magic before it’s too late.
As battle lines are drawn, Elgiva must embrace her true heritage, and Godwin must learn to wield the secret power he possesses. But can they find the Lorestone in time - or will Elvendom fall forever?
An historical fantasy adventure set in 6th century Britain, THE EXILE OF ELINDEL is the first book in Carol Browne's The Elwardain Chronicles series.
Over the years poems and stories flowed from her pen like magic from a wizard’s wand.
She is much older now, a little wiser too, and she lives in rural Cambridgeshire, where there are many trees to hug.
But inside her still is that little girl who loved Nature and discovered the magic of words.
She hopes to live happily ever after.
Stay connected with Carol on her website and blog, Facebook, and Twitter.