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Secret Project Revealed!

If you’ve been following me on Facebook you probably caught wind of a secret project that I’ve been working on. For the first time ever, I’m collaborating with 3 other Christian fiction authors to bring a series based on the same small town. And we are so excited to finally reveal what we’ve been working on. 

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The work for The Librarians of Willow Hollow began about a year ago. We knew from the start that we were all too busy to publish anything right away. But the concept was too tempting to ignore. So with the promise to have 2 years to complete the novella, we signed on and became a team. 

Willow Hollow is a fictional town in KY. Our four heroines may work for the same library, but they each have their own stories to tell. 

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And there you have it. The Librarians of Willow Hollow will be coming your way next year! To stay informed on the latest reveals please follow us online. 

Amanda Tero: Facebook and Website
Faith Blum: Facebook and Website
A.M. Heath: Facebook and Website
Alicia G. Ruggieri: Facebook and Website

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Cover and Title Reveal: A Southern Drama by A.M. Heath

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If you’re anything like me, you’re probably scrolling right past my words so you can see the new cover. Lol But if you can control yourself just a little longer, I’d like to explain some things about this story first.

I grew up hearing about how a riot in the 30s had burnt our county’s courthouse. Even at a young age, the historian in me was drawn to the story and the many unanswered questions. But it wasn’t until I ran across some pictures I had never seen before of the riot that a story idea was born.

I’m using a fictional town, 100% fictional characters, and a 100% fictional crime. However, I want to use the intense climate surrounding the accusation.

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The making of the cover:
I normally design my front covers, but I knew from the start that this would need more than I was capable of creating. I sent some suggestions and scraps of photos to Krista Noorman and out popped this beauty!

From the beginning, I knew that this story would be different from anything else I’ve written. It’s still a work in progress, so it’s not easy to nail down the specific ways this story differs from my other works but I knew I wanted to strike a cord that I’ve not yet touched. But at the same time, I knew that I always wanted hope and romance to play a role in this. Our first attempt at a cover was darker with a muted yellow/brown backdrop. It was lovely but it just wasn’t right. I thought it was exactly what I wanted but when I saw it, I knew that it was lacking something vital. It needed a stronger presence of hope. And the moment I saw these brighter colors, that’s exactly what it said to me: Hope. And that’s what this story is really about. It doesn’t matter what our current circumstances look like; there is a hope found only in Christ that can never be matched here on earth.

The floating flowers! I had only shown this image to a few select people who were tasked with giving me some feedback during the creation process. I had some mixed results concerning the flowers. But for me, it was a no-brainer. They were the icing on the cake. They were the piece that tied all the other elements on the cover in together like a bow on a present. It was definitely a sort of signature touch for me. As well as the pink font. My heart gushes every time I see it.

The making of a title: God of the Chestnut Flower
I wanted to hit more of the Southern drama elements with this one so I purposely chose a title that would reflect that.
The chestnut flower actually means justice or seeks justice. So the title translates: God of Justice.

Publication Goal:
I’m still writing the first draft. I find it motivating to have the final image in hand, so I look forward to returning to this amazing story. I’d love to get it out sometime in 2020, but only the Lord knows what our futures hold. Stay tuned and I suppose we’ll all find out together. 😉

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Cover Reveal: Project Scrooge by A.M. Heath

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A Christmas Carol has always been a favorite of mine. It’s been on my author’s bucket list to write a retelling, so I’m beyond excited to present my take on this beloved classic.

 

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Not only is Project Scrooge something I’m excited to publish, but it’s also the debut novella in a new Christmas collection. The goal is to release a new standalone Christmas novella each year. Each story will be set in Garland, Tennessee.  

 

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Can Scrooge find love from a friendship gone cold?
 
Sanford Stone cut ties with his best friend, Natalie, in favor of the love of his life … a woman who ended up walking out on him just before Christmas. Six years later, Sanford can’t bring himself to celebrate Christ’s birth with any joy. Little does he know, his grandmother and her companions have dubbed him the Scrooge and intend to help him overcome his bitterness and find happiness again.
 
The only thing that has hurt Natalie Dunivan more than Sanford cutting her out of his life has been watching his long-held grudges slowly destroy the man she has always loved. When Ms. Carol devises a plan to reach out to Sanford, Natalie eagerly agrees.
 
Sanford accepts his grandmother’s challenge to celebrate Christmas for 31 straight days, but he didn’t count on her plan involving Natalie. Can his family and friends help their Scrooge see the error of his ways, or will Natalie’s presence only make things worse?

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Stay tuned to hear the latest. Release date still to be announced. 

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Cover Reveal: To Love Anew by A.M. Heath

To Love Anew teaserNot long after I began penning Where Can I Flee and In the Shadow of Thy Wings, I had created spin-off stories featuring the next generation. This is one of those projects that weighs on your heart no matter how much time has passed. I’m thrilled to announce that I am currently tip-toeing forward on writing this as well as the last two novels in the series. Here’s the breakdown of the entire series and the year each is set in:

Ancient Words Novels:
Where Can I Flee – 1861, 1862 (now available)
In the Shadow of Thy Wings – 1863, 1864 (now available)
Out of the Ashes – 1865, 1866 with an epilogue set in 1880 (now available)
His Love Endures Forever – 2012, 2013 (150 years later)
Katherines Good News – 2013, 2014

To Love Anew – 1890-1901

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The Lord had led me to take a detour and publish some other books before coming back to the conclusion of the Ancient Words Series. This has been an interesting break, and, since there’s a gap in the stories themselves, it only heightens the generation gap between the stories.
At the moment, I have a publication goal for all 3 remaining books, but since the stories are in their early stages, it’s way too early to announce a release date. But fans should know that they’re on deck and waiting for me to finish off a few other projects first.

As for the spin-off set, To Love Anew: I’m planning to write these as novellas and publish them together. I am actively writing the first drafts for two of these stories but it’s too early to say when they’ll release or if they’ll release before or after the last two books of the series. Because these novellas feature the next generation, it doesn’t affect the final 2 novels, making me free to publish before or after their release. BUT I had the opportunity to design the cover and I took it! And I must say, it’s been inspiring to see this come together and to finally have an image for the collection.

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About the Cover:
You’ll notice the only color featured in the title is red, and it’s a nod to the red font from the Ancient Words Series.
The title has a two-fold purpose. Each of the stories features a character who will learn to love someone in a new way. And this one is written especially for the fans and it gives everyone the chance to fall in love with their favorite characters all over again.
And lastly, the character featured on the cover is Louise Harper.
Are you ready for a closer look at the stories? Here you go!

The Runaway Bride features Frank Harper’s daughter Louise Harper and her most persistent suitor Clifford Alistar.

Seeing Double features one of Ralph Williams’s twin daughters, Robin Williams. Robin causes quite the stir when she pretends to be her sister in order to spend time with the guy she’s interested in.

Something Old, Something New features George Chandler’s oldest adoptive daughter, Hannah and Frank’s oldest son, Rufus Harper. Hannah discovers a family she never knew she had … but is it better than the love she’d always known?

The Friendly Challenge features Rachel (Chandler) Martin’s daughter Leah Martin. Leah accepts the challenge of making friends with her arch enemy … and it’s a challenge that could change more than just her attitude; it could change her understanding of love.

Needless to say, I’m chomping at the bit to take fans back to Maple Grove to revisit the Harpers and their friends. This family is growing more endearing with each visit.
As stated, it’s still an early work in progress. But if you’re eager to have your hands on the stories, I invite you to pray for me and my team as we strive forward.
And if you haven’t read the Ancient Words Novels yet, there’s time to catch up before To Love Anew releases.

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Release Day: Dance With Me by A.M. Heath

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It’s FINALLY here! I always spend some time on the morning of release day to reflect on the journey. I don’t think I can sum it up any better than the post I shared on Facebook this morning, so I’ll copy again here. 

I have tried all morning to put into words how I feel on release day. But I have no words; only gratitude.
Dance With Me has been a story that I fell in love with from the very start. I am beyond honored to be allowed to pen this story, and my heart is overflowing to finally be able to send it out into the world.
I’m supposed to give a sales pitch about how and where you can buy your copy, but I think you know by now where to get it. Instead, I only want to say thank you.
Unless you’ve walked the road of publication, you can’t know what goes into each novel. And unless the author publishes Christian Fiction, they can’t know the extra dose of spiritual warfare that goes on behind each story. But through it all, Christ has done what He promised to do. He was my comfort on the hard days. He was the source of my fuel and inspiration on the good days. He enabled me to do something I enjoy, and, more than that, He allowed me to pen my personal favorite story. He equipped me to weave in the powerful message of faith that will glorify Him as He sees fit. I’ll end with the dedication note:
Without You nothing would be possible and everything would be meaningless.

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I know in the Facebook post, I mentioned that I wasn’t going to give a sales pitch … 😉 but this post IS a sales pitch, so here we go. 
You can pick up your copy in paperback and ebook on Amazon. You can visit it on Goodreads. But there’s more!

In celebration of the release, there’s a blog tour going on this week and a giveaway. PLUS I have a sale going on for my Civil War novels. Keep scrolling for all the details and links.

Dance 2 FWill a new partnership tear their worlds apart … or will it be the piece they never knew was missing?

In 1959, Arleen Thatcher and Neil Fox are fierce competitors on the dance floor, so they’re the least likely pair to enter a televised competition together. But when rivaling studio owners decide to team up, the two find a partnership they never thought possible. 
Arleen’s reputation around town is reason enough for Neil to keep his distance from his new partner. But as Neil gets to know Arleen, he discovers a side of her few others have seen, one of dark family secrets and carefully-constructed facades.
God’s plan for their partnership may involve more than a single dance; it may be the key to the healing Arleen so desperately needs. 

The Art of Love series is compiled of stand-alone novels where the characters tell their own stories and love means so much more than passion.

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Tour Stops: 

Monday April 8th: 
Debbie @ Debbie’s Dusty Deliberations
Loretta @ Just Writing
Laura @ Blue Eye Books PLUS an interview

Tuesday April 9th:
Kaylee @ Kaylee’s Kind of Writes
Karen @ KarenSueHadley

Wednesday April 10th: 
Deana @ Texas Book-aholic
Jana @ Review from the Stacks
Becky @ Blossoms and Blessings

Thursday April 11th: 
Bella @ Bella Putt: The Pen and the Pages
Alicia @ A Brighter Destiny

Friday April 12th: 
Esther @ We’ve Got Pockets PLUS an interview
Raechel @ God’s Peculiar Treasure

Grand Prize

Giveaway closes this weekend. I’ll post the winner here on the blog. Follow the link to enter. 

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And last, but certainly not least, this week marks the anniversary of Lee’s surrender to Grant at Appomattox, Virginia. I was able to incorporate just a glimpse of this moment in my second novel, In the Shadow of Thy Wings. This remains one of my favorite moments in history, which is why I’m celebrating with a Civil War book sale. You snatch up your copies from Amazon and if you’d like to dig into the surrender at Appomattox, I invite you to visit the blog series I hosted during the 150th anniversary. I broke down the moments piece by piece then wrapped it up with 5 photo albums from my trip to Appomattox during the 150th anniversary. 

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Preview: Dance With Me by A.M. Heath

We’re only a week away from the release of the first book of the Art of Love series. Dance With Me releases April 8, 2019. I’ll share links to the blog tour, chat, and giveaway on the release day. But for now, here are the first two chapters of the novel. 
Enjoy! And remember, you can visit the companion post to the novel, featuring dance videos. This can be viewed before, during, or after reading the novel. 

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Neil Fox:

2010; Marlow, Tennessee

    A lifetime of ballroom dancing had not only earned me countless awards, but today it was also offering an interview and a grand party to celebrate. I opened the door and held it for Arleen.
    She thanked me as she passed through, and together we stopped at the hotel desk, before being ushered into a private office.
    Upon entering the office, a young woman stood with a bright smile on her face. We swapped handshakes and introductions before settling down on the offered couch.
    Mackenzie Henderson typed out a few notes, then set up her recorder.
    “Miss Henderson,” I started, but the woman waved me off.
    “No, please just call me Mackenzie.”
    I gave her a nod. “With a lifetime of dancing, I’m not even sure where to start.”
    “I understand you were both competitors before 1959. I have a list of your accomplishments here in front of me. But what we’d really like to know is what happened in 59?”
    I flipped my gaze to Arleen. That was a loaded question.
    Arleen sent me a look that said she, too, was still uncertain of how to begin.
    We both looked to Mackenzie for direction.
    “Why don’t we start at the beginning?” she said. “Can you share with me your early impressions of Arleen?”
    I paused a moment.
    Arleen laid her hand on my arm. “Go ahead,” she gently prodded. “I’m not afraid.”
    I pulled in a breath and hoped I wasn’t making a mistake. “Alright, the truth is …”

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Neil Fox:

1959; Marlow, Tennessee

    The truth was, I knew better than to look twice at Arleen Thatcher. That gal was trouble, if there ever was trouble.
    The temptress in heels sashayed past me, bumping me as she did so. She looked over her shoulder to be sure I’d noticed.
    I had. I wasn’t dead. But I also wasn’t stupid, which was more than I could say for my chums.
    Albert Jones groaned beside me, “That is some doll.”
    I rolled my eyes–eyes that were fixed onto the dance floor and not on Queen Arleen. Like I said, I knew better than to look twice.
    “If I had just one shot with her–”
    “You’d choke,” I cut in.
    Albert nudged my side with his elbow. “I betcha I could get farther with her than you.”
    I snorted. “I got better things to do.”
    “Well, I can’t think of any.”
    “What are you fellas talking about?” Ed Dower asked, wedging between us.
    “Arleen Thatcher,” Albert said, sounding more and more like a lovesick gal with each passing second.
    I didn’t have to look at Ed to know that the mention of Arleen’s name caught his attention. Ed had been her fan for some time now.
    “She purposely bumped into Neil a minute ago, but he’s still claiming he’s unaffected.”
    Ed jerked his head to me.
    I met his look.
    “She bumped you?” He sounded more jealous than curious.
    I didn’t have to work to downplay the moment. I knew what she was really after, and it wasn’t me. “You know how she is.”
    “No, but I’d like to,” Albert said in a throaty moan.
    I cut my eyes to him, a scowl tugging on my lips.
    “She was just trying to get in my head.”
    “I’d let her in my head,” Albert chimed in. “I’d let her in my bed–”
    “Give it a rest!” I cut in.
    Albert looked taken aback. “You got dibs on her or something?”
    I clenched my teeth, nostrils flaring.
    “Come on,” Ed said, gripping Albert by the shoulder. “You oughta know by now, he’s a square when it comes to talking about the babes.”
    Albert eyed me for a moment. “Well, I’m not a square. I’m gonna go talk to Arleen.”
    I watched him saunter off in her direction and rolled my eyes again.
    Ed looked at me, at Arleen, then back to me. “I know what you’re thinking, but, foolish or not, I’m going with him.”
    “Idiots,” I mumbled under my breath, as Ed jogged to join Albert. Couldn’t they recognize what was plain for everyone to see? Right this moment, Arleen stood on the arm of her current dance partner, Jett Finnegan, while she flirted and teased the throng of men surrounding them. Jett, as her boyfriend, should have been offended, but he wasn’t. The arrogant fool actually stood taller, knowing that everyone here wanted what he had. But he wouldn’t have her for long. She’d be bored of him soon enough, and she’d cut him loose, same as she had all the ones before him.
    I didn’t see the logic in getting mixed up with a gal like her. You couldn’t tame her.
    I strolled to the refreshment table, accepted a cup of water, and tried to put my focus back on the dance floor. It wasn’t much of a distraction, since we were between heats. A flurry of activity caught my attention from the right. And just like Moses parting the water, Queen Arleen parted the group of men and started in my direction. My instincts said to up and run like Joseph, but I liked to think I was made of stouter stuff, so I stood my ground. Who knows, maybe I was just dumber than Joseph.
    Arleen reached the table. She cast me a glance out of the corner of her eye and requested a cup of water from the uniformed attendant. Arleen stood in heels and a calf-length dress. Lavender tulle made an impressive bell shape that started around her slender waist. A tight bodice topped it off. Her dark brown hair was swept back, curls pinned in sparkling clips, and tiny white flowers woven through her locks like a crown. She eyed me with–if I were willing to be honest–the sharpest, most stunning shade of blue eyes I had yet seen. Her makeup, thick around the eyes, forced the color to practically pounce on you from across the room, competing only with the most kissable shade of red lips known to man. It was little wonder she had a following, but I was determined not to be numbered among them.
    “Where’s your partner?” she asked, eyes traveling across the room. I started to answer, but she added, “I sure hope she corrected that final spin.”
    I laughed, a short sort of laugh with my mouth closed and lips only tipped up on one side. “You’ll find out soon enough. What about your partner?”
    “What about him?” she asked, one brown brow perked up.
    “He looked a little shaky on his feet during your jive. Do you think he’s ready to waltz?”
     She snickered.
     It might have been a musical sound if I was willing to let myself fall for her charms, which I wasn’t.
    “Say, where is he anyway? I’ve never known you to be without male company for so long.”
     Arleen eyed me coyly. “I’m not without male company. I’m with you, aren’t I?” She batted her long lashes at me.
    “So you are. Why is that exactly?” Something sure smelled fishy.
    She shrugged her shoulder, an innocent–overly innocent–look in her eyes.
    My gut dropped. “They wouldn’t …”
    She grinned and wagged her head. With polished nails, she patted me on the chest, her touch burning, not comforting. “Now, now. Don’t have a cow. You know we agreed never to prank during a competition. Finnegan’s Studio likes to win fair and square.” Arleen gave a slight nudge of her head toward the back door. “The guys are out back having a smoke, and I thought I’d take the water with you instead,” she said, raising her paper cup in the air.
    Right. Smokes. That made sense. Arleen didn’t smoke. She was known for staying glued to a man’s arm the entire time, except when he smoked. I only knew that because I didn’t smoke either and often saw her when the room cleared. It was almost comical, really. People often smoked in the room, but somehow Queen Arleen had coaxed them into smoking outdoors. For the past five years, there hadn’t been a single smoke at one of these quarterly competitions. Like the Pied Piper, she had entranced them all into doing her bidding, and they did it happily. Not that I was complaining. I sure breathed easier since they had changed their smoking locations.
    I angled my cup to the attendant, and he refilled it and handed it back. “So, which one of you left the dead fish in our studio last week?”
    Arleen’s eyes sparkled. “Couldn’t say.”
    Despite myself, I laughed and shook my head. It was always the same between our studios. No one gave up the guilty. If we had lived in Chicago or New York City, our two studios might not have noticed one another. But in a small town such as Marlow, we couldn’t help but compete. Our rivaling studios were always trying to steal better dancers from one another, and, when that didn’t work, some other prank did.
    Arleen set her paper cup down and turned to me, sucking in a sharp breath. “Good luck out there.” We were both up for the waltz next.
    “You don’t have to pretend with me,” I said with a smirk.
    “Oh, I wasn’t pretending.” She leaned in. “When I beat you, I want to know I was beating you at your best.”
     I tipped my head back and laughed. “Darling, we’re about to sweep the floor with you and that lavender gown of yours.”
     Her trilling laughter followed after me as we parted ways, both to our respective corners and back to our partners. I had a competition to win.

2010; Marlow, Tennessee

     Mackenzie stared at me, mouth agape. Clearly, that wasn’t what she was expecting.
     Arleen grinned. “He’s only telling you his half of the story, don’t forget. I’m here to tell you the rest.”
     Mackenzie nodded her head numbly. “Well, let’s hear it.”

Dance With Me
Copyright © 2019 A.M. Heath
All rights reserved.

Dancer Friends

Dance 2 F

 

Will a new partnership tear their worlds apart … or will it be the piece they never knew was missing?

In 1959, Arleen Thatcher and Neil Fox are fierce competitors on the dance floor, so they’re the least likely pair to enter a televised competition together. But when rivaling studio owners decide to team up, the two find a partnership they never thought possible. 
Arleen’s reputation around town is reason enough for Neil to keep his distance from his new partner. But as Neil gets to know Arleen, he discovers a side of her few others have seen, one of dark family secrets and carefully-constructed facades.
God’s plan for their partnership may involve more than a single dance; it may be the key to the healing Arleen so desperately needs. 

The Art of Love series is compiled of stand-alone novels where the characters tell their own stories and love means so much more than passion.

You can pre-order your copy from Amazon or add it to your Goodreads’ shelf. 

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Dance With Me: Companion Dance Videos to Accompany the Novel

I’m putting together a little something extra for the readers. This is not a spoiler. This post is meant to be a companion to my novel Dance With Me.
You can view these videos before, during, or after you read the book. I hope you enjoy! 

*Note: Ballroom dancing can, at times, be rather steamy. I worked to bring you videos that showed off the elements of the dance but stayed low on the “steam meter.” It was important to me that my readers feel comfortable reading or viewing anything that I post. While I could never promise that no one would be offended, I feel comfortable saying that you can view these videos with confidence. 

Dance 2 FWill a new partnership tear their worlds apart … or will it be the piece they never knew was missing?

In 1959, Arleen Thatcher and Neil Fox are fierce competitors on the dance floor, so they’re the least likely pair to enter a televised competition together. But when rivaling studio owners decide to team up, the two find a partnership they never thought possible. 
Arleen’s reputation around town is reason enough for Neil to keep his distance from his new partner. But as Neil gets to know Arleen, he discovers a side of her few others have seen, one of dark family secrets and carefully-constructed facades.
God’s plan for their partnership may involve more than a single dance; it may be the key to the healing Arleen so desperately needs. 

The Art of Love series is compiled of stand-alone novels where the characters tell their own stories and love means so much more than passion.

Ballroom dancing in 1959 had looked a bit different. Just take a look at those dresses! There are a couple of places in the novel where Neil mentions Arleen’s poofy dress, and he would have been seeing something along these lines.

THE JIVE: 

The jive was something that I wanted to highlight because it’s iconic to the period. In reality, in terms of competitive ballroom dancing, the jive wasn’t included. Yet. But I felt that the book couldn’t be complete without it so I chose to include it.

The video above is a short crash-course into the jive. It explains the rock step (which is mentioned by name in the novel) and it highlights the various handholds. It’s 3.5 minutes well spent.

Below are two full routines for your viewing pleasure. The first one is to “Jailhouse Rock” and the second one features the “theme” song of the novel, “Great Balls of Fire.” 

 

THE WALTZ:

The waltz is probably the most recognizable dance, but I still want to share some videos with you.
Above is a short beginners’ look at the waltz. It showcases the iconic square circles.

And here is a full routine to enjoy. These two aren’t professionals but they did a great job and I loved the song since it’s on the Dance With Me playlist.

 

THE QUICKSTEP: 

 

The quickstep is probably one of my absolute favorites. It’s elegant similar to the waltz, but it’s fast paced like the jive. Before and during the 1950s, the quickstep was a simplistic dance. But there was one couple in particular who began to shake things up a bit and it would soon become the standard. Once again, I hit the fast forward button on history and allowed Neil and Arleen to dance the faster version even though it was just a tad early.

The chasse is mentioned in the novel by name so you’ll want to see the video above and the basic breakdown of the most iconic moves making up the quickstep.

And below I have a full routine for you. I hope you find a new favorite style of dance here and pick up on the elegance and fun that makes up the quickstep. 

 

THE TANGO: 

 

This is another dance that we often see used in movies, typically danced with two people who are at odds with one another.

Above you’ll find a slower breakdown of the dance. And below is a full routine. This one had inspired the lift featured in the book. 

 

THE PASO DOBLE:

 

This one is similar to the tango in that it appears to be a fight between the dancers. The dance is actually taking place between a bull and a bullfighter. In the novel, Neil and Arleen put their paso doble together by incorporating battling dance moves and loads of passion. And like the tango, the paso doble is known for its passion and high energy. I’m sharing two full-length examples. 

 

THE INSPIRATION: 

The moment I saw this video, I wanted to tell the story of a pair of dancers who were still dancing together in their golden years and still bringing people to their feet.

I was already writing the first draft of Dance With Me when 2018’s Winter Olympics started. But I was struck by the chemistry between Tessa and Scott. While I didn’t create Neil and Arleen with them in mind, the two certainly nailed the sort of chemistry I envisioned between my characters. 
Neil doesn’t favor Scott, but oddly enough Arleen favors Tessa a great deal. 

 

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You can read Neil and Arleen’s story on April 8, 2019. It will be available on Amazon in ebook and paperback and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It is available for pre-order today. You can also add it to your Goodreads list. 

 

 

 

 

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Life After the Epilogue: A Bonus Scene for The Accident by A.M. Heath

For a special treat, I have a bonus scene for The Accident. This scene DOES contain some spoilers and is best enjoyed and understood if you’ve already read the novella. So if you found this page a little too early, I encourage you to bookmark it or look for it later under the “Bonus Scenes” section on my Novel Extras page here on the blog. 
And if you haven’t read the novella yet, you can read a sample or pick up your ebook copy for .99 on Amazon.

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Life Beyond the Epilogue

October 30, 2017

Ashlyn’s Diary

    Uh-oh. Just when I thought the cell phone thing was behind me, something returned to bite me in the rear. Ok, so here’s what happened at dinner tonight:
    I was lost in my world of chicken quesadillas when Daddy suddenly stopped chewing and stared at me. He leaned both forearms against the table and studied me.
    Momma stopped eating and looked between the two of us.
    I sent a questioning glance to Momma, who only shrugged.
   “Chris, what’s the matter?”
   Dad’s eyes zeroed in on my shirt, then back to my eyes. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
   I set my partially eaten quesadilla down. “What did I do now?”
   “That day at the hospital?”
   I felt the color drain from my face. I stared at him with my jaw hanging open. I had been found out. When he didn’t recognize me after our first real meeting, I assumed I was in the clear. But apparently not.      Dad let out a dry chuckle and wiped a hand over his mouth. He leaned back in his chair.
    “What is it?” Mom asked, looking from me to him, again and again.
    He pointed to me but looked at Momma. “Do you remember reading my message to Ashlyn … you know, in the beginning, when I thought she was you, and I said that some girl walked into my hospital room and stood there staring at me?”
    I watched the color drain from Momma’s face, as Daddy gave her a look with hiked brows, all the while pointing at me with his finger.
    “Ashlyn!” she hissed.
    I shifted on my seat. “Please don’t be mad,” I rushed out.
   Momma’s face melted even further. “Then it’s true?”
   I started but stopped, then finally spoke, “I didn’t plan it. We were there to visit Ms. Amber and Daddy–err, Chris at the time–texted to say he was about to be discharged. I had a chance to see him face to face. I didn’t think about it, I just … did it.”
   “Ashlyn! How could you? What if–”
    I waved her off. “He didn’t know who I was. I pretended to be lost, and he believed me … until now,” I uttered, flipping my gaze back to him.
    Dad only chuckled and rubbed his face again. He does that a lot when he doesn’t know what else to say. “What are we going to do with you?”
    I winced and lifted my shoulders. “Love me?”
   They both laughed.
   “Oh, we’ll love you, all right,” Mom muttered. “So, this whole time, you knew who Chris really was?”
    I nodded. “I knew. I knew he was perfect for you and me. I just didn’t know how to tell him that he didn’t really know you.”
   I turned to Daddy. “But how did you figure it out? I thought you’d recognize me the first time, but you didn’t. Why now?”
    He pointed to my shirt. “You were wearing the same kitty astronaut shirt. It stuck out to me because I thought it was charming, in a weird sort of way. Just now, when I saw the shirt, I had the same thought run through my mind; then it hit me that the last time I had seen a shirt like was on a red-headed girl about your age, your height, and your build standing in my room that day.” He smirked and shook his head.
   “Am I in trouble now?”
   They eyed each other.
   Mom sighed.
   “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
   Momma rolled her eyes, then turned to Dad.
   “What’s done is done, I suppose. But, Ashlyn …”
   “I know,” I muttered, hanging my head.
   He patted my arm, and I looked up at him. “Where has that shirt been all this time?”
   I shrugged. “I found it buried in my closet the other day and washed it.”
   They dropped it and we moved on for the night. But what a close call! Just think, if the hospital visit had come out earlier, I would have been toast. Needless to say, I won’t do that again.

Danielle and Chris:

Chris 9:05 pm:
I’m at the store. Did you finally decide what you wanted?

Danielle 9:05 pm:
Umm …

Chris 9:05 pm:
LOL Is it going to be like this for the next 7½ months?

Danielle 9:06 pm:
LOL I hope not, but it’s been a long while since I’ve been pregnant. Things might have changed since then. 😉

Chris 9:06 pm:
LOL Fair enough.
Well, last night, the little nugget wanted a Butterfinger.

Danielle 9:07 pm:
He said not tonight. I think he wants ice cream.

Chris 9:07 pm:
She wants ice cream, you mean. What kind does she want?

Danielle 9:07 pm:
Moose Tracks. HE definitely wants Moose Tracks.

Chris 9:07 pm:
LOL
Has Ashlyn suspected anything yet?

Danielle 9:08 pm:
Not yet. I want to get this first appointment over with so we can tell her.

Chris 9:10 pm:
I can’t wait. She’ll be a good big sister.
All right. I have the ice cream. I’ll be home soon.

Danielle 9:10 pm:
Okay, thanks. I love you. And drive carefully.

Chris 9:11 pm:
Will do. I love you too.

Danielle 9:11 pm:
Oh, go ahead and pick up a Butterfinger. 😉

Chris 9:12 pm:
LOL I already did. 😉 So far, life has taught me that my little women are tricky, and I had best be on my toes at all times.

Danielle 9:12 pm:
LOL I’m glad to know you’re teachable.

Chris 9:13 pm:
Ha. Ha. Ha.

Danielle 9:13 pm:
😉

Chris 9:13 pm:
Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What do you think of the name Annabelle if it’s a girl?

Danielle 9:14 pm:
Ooooh! I like that! I like it a lot!

Danielle 9:14 pm:
Christopher if it’s a boy?

Chris 9:14 pm:
Sure.
But it’s a girl. 😉

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Now Available: The Accident: An Epistolary Novella by A.M. Heath

It’s here! It’s finally here! The Accident is my first published novella, my first epistolary, and my 6th publication, so there’s much to celebrate. I can’t wait to introduce you to Chris, Ashlyn, and Danielle. I think you’ll find someone you can relate to between the three of them. We’ve all gone through difficult seasons or have experienced troubled relationships. Ashlyn and Danielle bring a lot of honest feelings to light in this novella. And Chris is such a sound word of wisdom to them both. I hope you’ll grab yourself a copy soon and enjoy it! Keep scrolling for a sneak peek. 

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Ashlyn Conner’s life is spiraling out of control. She’s already lost her father, and now that her mom is battling thyroid cancer, she fears being orphaned at fifteen. When a friendly stranger texts the wrong number, Ashlyn finds a confidant she didn’t realize she needed. The more Ashlyn gets to know Chris Knowles, the more she’s convinced he could be the caring husband and loving father the Conner women so desperately need.

If only she’d been honest and hadn’t made him believe he was texting her mother, Danielle.

When the truth comes out, will she lose her friendship with Chris and damage her relationship with her mother? Or can God make something beautiful out of her lie?

Told through text messages and Ashlyn’s journal entries, The Accident is a heartwarming, family-centered story.

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The Accident is available on Kindle Unlimited or for purchase on Amazon. Ebook copies are .99 and paperback is coming soon. You can also add it to your Goodreads shelf.
I’m looking for bloggers for the upcoming blog tour. If you’re interested in reading and reviewing The Accident on your blog, please fill out the form. *Form closes on Jan 22, 2019.
And if you’re curious how a story can be told through text messages and journal entries, please enjoy this sneak peek … 

Chapter One

May 18, 2017

Chris 6:03 pm:

I’ve been in a car accident. They say I’ll live, but I’ll be in some pain for a while yet. My car on the other hand …

Chris 6:05 pm:

Oh, I’m in room 321 at the hospital.

Chris 9:36 pm:

Sis?

Danielle 9:39 pm:

I’m very sorry to hear about your accident! But, ummm, you’ve texted me three times tonight by mistake. Your sister didn’t get your messages.

I hope you feel better soon.

Chris 9:45 pm:

I’m terribly sorry! I had no idea! Here I was wondering why my sister didn’t bother to respond, and it’s because I’m an idiot. I’ll blame it on the pain meds. LOL

Danielle 9:47 pm:

LOL It’s no problem, I promise. I hope you finally got ahold of your sister.

Chris 9:48 pm:

I did. She was properly concerned and insisted on seeing me first thing in the morning. She also got a big kick out of my blunder. I still can’t believe I did that.

Danielle 9:53 pm:

It’s ok, really. I’m not bothered, but I am curious about something. How did you text the wrong number? Isn’t your sister in your contacts?

Chris 9:54 pm:

That’s a mystery to me. Darn phone lost everything during the accident. It was like a factory reboot or something. It was so weird. But I’m just glad it still works.

Anyway, I was texting from my memory … which turns out is as dependable as my phone.

Danielle 9:54 pm:

Weird. LOL

Chris 9:55 pm:

Definitely. But nothing about this night has been normal.

Danielle 9:55 pm:

Sounds like it.

How are you feeling? What happened? … If you don’t mind me asking.

Chris 9:57 pm:

Someone pulled out in front of me. I tried to stop in time but couldn’t. Unfortunately, I flipped the car over, got a lump on the side of my head (which is why they’re keeping me overnight), severely bruised some ribs, and broke my wrist.

Oh, my name is Chris Knowles, by the way.

Danielle 10:02 pm:

YIKES! I’m so sorry. That sounds dreadful.

And I’m Danielle Conner.

Chris 10:04 pm:

Thanks for keeping me company, Danielle. I probably should leave you alone now. It’s getting late.

Danielle 10:06 pm:

It’s no biggie on my end. I’m not ready to sleep, and there’s nothing on TV anyway. But I’m sure you could use the rest.

Chris 10:07 pm:

Are you kidding?! I work a night shift, so I’m used to being up during this time. The nurse would feel better if I slept, but I’m a little too wired for that. The energy drink I had just before the accident may be part of the reason.

Danielle 10:07 pm:

Is that where you were going when you had the accident?

Chris 10:08 pm:

Yep. I’ve been at the pencil factory for the past two years. And this just happened to be my last week on night shift. What a way to go out.

What about you? Why aren’t you rushing to bed like normal folks?

Danielle 10:09 pm:

LOL The simple of it is this: Life for me hasn’t been normal in far too long. Plus, I’m a bit of a night owl.

Ashlyn Conner’s Diary:

I lied! I still can’t believe I did it! I was sitting here, thumbing through the channels — there really should be more cool stuff on TV! Where did all the good stuff go, anyways? Like I want to watch another home remodeling show! Or worse, some old guys picking through cluttered barns for some worthless “treasure!” — Anyways, mom’s phone kept going off. I didn’t recognize the number, so I didn’t bother to answer it. There’s nothing worse than a wrong number who keeps texting you, so I finally answered it to set him straight. Turns out, it was someone trying to tell his sister that he was in the hospital!! What are the chances?! I felt bad for not answering him sooner, but how was I to know? We chatted for a bit. The guy says he’ll live and they’re only keeping him overnight for observation. Lucky! He said his name is Chris Knowles, but when it was my turn to give him my name, I panicked. I gave him Mom’s name instead. I really shouldn’t have done that! But, I mean, I know lying is a sin and all that, but Mom’s always on my case about not talking to strangers or giving out my name and stuff. Urg! I should have just stopped texting him … but I didn’t. I can’t explain it. He seemed … lonely. Don’t ask me how I know that. I just do.

Chapter Two

May 19, 2017

Chris 11:34 am:

You are not going to believe what just happened. I’m sitting here, waiting for my discharge papers, when this girl just walked into my room. LOL She just walked in as pretty as you please, then stopped in the middle of the room and stared at me. I asked her if I could do something for her, but she just stood there, then asked if this was Charlie’s room. When I told her it wasn’t, she apologized and took off like a rocket.

LOL Well, if I can dial the wrong number, then I suppose she can wander into the wrong room.

Danielle 11:41 am:

LOL That is so funny! Do these sorts of things always happen to you?

Chris 11:42 am:

Nope. But maybe I needed a little variety in my life. LOL

Danielle 11:45 am:

Maybe. LOL But I’ll stick to variety in my ice cream. I mean, variety in life isn’t always so pleasant.

Ashlyn’s Diary:

I saw him! I couldn’t help myself!! I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. I was sitting here in Ms. Amber’s room. She had hip surgery this morning. Momma said that she had brought us too many tuna casseroles not to go visit her. So we just happened to be at the hospital when Chris texted to say he was about to be discharged. It was my one shot to actually SEE the man that I was texting last night. He’s perfect for Momma!! He was sitting on the edge of his bed when I walked in — And I did walk in. I can hardly believe it, but I just walked into his room and stood there, staring at him, — and I could tell by the way his legs stretched out onto the floor and continued out that he was tall. My legs barely touch the floor. His hair is a sandy color. And his eyes looked green. He’s so handsome!! And his smile is so soft and welcoming. I can hardly put into words how he made me feel when he smiled at me. It was like coming home. LOL It’s funny now because Chris texted me about it right after I walked out. He just thought I was a confused kid. But he was really cool about it. In person, I could tell that he was surprised, but he offered to help me. Over the phone, he just laughed it off. I know it was wrong of me to continue to lie to him about who I really am, but it was comforting to know that he wasn’t just being nice to my face, you know? He meant it.

Chris 4:15 pm:

Danielle, I’ve had something on my mind all afternoon. I’m sorry for not asking sooner. Are you alright? I don’t know. Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but you mentioned twice that things weren’t so pleasant for you. I know I’m virtually a stranger to you and all, but I just want you to know that I can be a friend to you if you need. I can listen. And who knows, maybe talking to a stranger will be easier than talking to someone around you. Anyway, I don’t mean to scare you off or anything, but my offer stands. Take it or leave it; it’s your call.

Ashlyn’s Diary:

Chris asked me if everything was alright, and I didn’t know how to respond. I just sat there, curled up on the chair beside the window, and stared at the screen. Momma is asleep again. It’s one of her bad days, probably because she insisted on getting out today when she was already dragging. I hate seeing her like this.

People say that rest is a good thing, but it doesn’t feel good to watch her sleep this much. Seeing her so droopy all the time just reminds me of how sick she is and that she may never get better.

The doctor said her lack of energy is due to being off of her thyroid meds. He said she’ll feel much better after her treatment is over, but she has this long diet to endure first. He said it’s normal and that I shouldn’t panic, but he’s not standing by day in and day out, watching her fade away like this. It makes remission look impossible and death all the more certain.

Back to Chris, I don’t know what to do about him. I want to talk to him, but how much can I say? How trustworthy is this man? Then again, he doesn’t know me or anyone I know, so what’s the harm in being honest with him?

~~~

I took a break for lunch. Food has a way of bringing clarity.

I’m going to text Chris back. I’ve decided that much. I still don’t know what I’ll say, or how I’ll get around to telling him that I’m not Danielle, but her daughter, or maybe I never will. But I can’t keep writing in a journal that doesn’t answer. Or waiting for a God who doesn’t speak. Chris will answer back at least, and that’s something more than I have right now.

 

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Cover Reveal: Art of Love Book 2 by A.M. Heath

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Eeek! It’s finally time to share info about my upcoming novel with you. The Art of Love series is something different from me. Each of the novels in this series are 100% stand-alone, which means there will not be any crossover characters. This will allow readers to pick up the books in any order without conflict.
Art of Love is a series based on a similar theme. Each book will feature a different form of art. They have been so much fun to write. And they’ve been a blast to reread too!
The series kicks off with Dance With Me which releases 4/8/19. I’m currently working on revisions for the 2nd book in the series which is projected to release in fall of 2019. So … are you ready to learn more about this one?

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Official Description:

Getting over Grady was the hardest thing Olivia Jernigan ever had to do. Now, three years after his death and on the verge of marrying another, her plans come to a screeching halt when she receives a shocking wedding gift from her great aunt that may change everything—a picture painted by her deceased fiancé. Bent on discovering the truth, Olivia flees home to learn what really happened to the man she thought loved her, a man who was supposed to have died in the Korean War.

Grady Barnes woke up in a hospital room three years ago with no knowledge of his identity. The only memory to resurface was the image of a woman. A woman he can’t stop painting. Will these paintings be the key to helping him find his way home, and how can the woman in the painting affect the direction of his life?

Olivia and Grady have a history, but do they still have a future?
Or is their romance just a painted memory?

The Art of Love is a series compiled of stand-alone novels where the characters tell their own stories and love means so much more than passion.

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I’ll be honest. I don’t know whether to sigh in awe or scream for joy. Lol Olivia and Grady share a beautiful love story like nothing I’ve ever written before. There is something so … pure here. I’ve said that about each of the books in this series. I think that’s one of the things they all have in common. And it’s why I’ve used that phrasing in the description and advertisements for the series: love means so much more than passion. Each of the stories involves a love that is so much deeper than your common whirl-wind romance. It’s deeper than the lustful expression of love that we commonly see today. I find myself standing back with readers on this one, just breathing in a sigh of awe at the devotion these characters show toward one another.
There is a third book planned in the series and it features an actress, but I’m not currently working on it so there will be a long gap before the series is closed. But that’s one of the perks to writing a stand-alone series! 🙂 Here are some more details on the series:

You can mark Dance With Me on Goodreads. Painted Memories is now available on Goodreads as well.
The pre-order links are not available yet, but you can be sure not to miss the release of either novel by signing up for my newsletter. I’ll send you a link directly into your inbox the morning of the release, as well as an early preview of each novel two weeks before they release.

Coming 2019 plus one