Saturday, February 3, 2018

Book Spotlight on The Color of Love by Sharon Sala (GIVEAWAY)

Readers looking for a charming and heartwarming romance will get all that and more when a secret admirer comes out of hiding when danger arrives on the doorstep of the woman he cares for in this small town romance.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Color of Love by Sharon Sala, then count down the days until this book releases on February 6th!  In honor of this fifth installment in the Blessings, Georgia series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a set of the books in this series too.

He might be winning her heart before she even knows who he is...
Welcome to Blessings, Georgia, the small town with a big heart! Anyone from a small town can tell you that gossip never stays quiet for long. The biggest news lately is Ruby Dye: she's been receiving gifts from a secret admirer. But Ruby isn't sure she can trust this newfound happiness. Nobody knows the dark secrets she keeps about her life before she arrived in Blessings. Is this the beginning of a would-be romance, or is she the target of something more sinister?
Everyone admires Ruby and her determination to do the right thing, especially local lawyer "Peanut" Butterman. He's finally ready to tell her how he feels. But when trouble arrives on Ruby's doorstep and their little town is threatened, Peanut may have to prove himself in ways he never imagined.


Chief Pittman drove through town with lights flashing, then pulled into the alley behind the bar to the small, clapboard house.
There was no smoke coming out of the fireplace, no lights on anywhere inside, and when he saw the front door open and a tall, gangly boy and a huge bloodhound emerging, he jumped out to open the back door of his cruiser.
As he did, a woman followed them out. She was blue from cold and shivering. She coughed, then couldnt stop. Then the boy approached and held out his hand.
Im Charlie Conroy, Sir. Thank you for calling.”
Lon wondered how desperate they were and then decided to deal with that later.
You can put your dog in the back and ride up front with me.”
Yes sir, Charlie said, loaded up Booger, then got into the front seat.
Lon turned around.
Mrs. Conroy, Im Chief Pittman. Thank you for allowing your boy to help us. Ill have him back as soon as possible, okay?”
Yes, its okay, she said.
And then another little voice piped up, and Lon saw a tiny little girl standing in the doorway, also wearing her coat over her clothes. She was crying.
Mommy, Mommy, Im cold.”
I have to go, Alice said, and ran back to the doorway, picked up the little girl and disappeared into the house, shutting the door behind her as she went.
Lon got in. The boy was already buckled up.
Were going straight to the nursing home.”
Yes, sir, Charlie said, his heartbeat jumping as the Chief drove away.
So whats going on at your house? Dont you have any heat?”
We dont have any utilities, sir. We got cut off.”
When was this? Lon asked.
Oh, a few days ago, but Ill get the money earned to get them back on.”
Is this why you put out the fliers? Lon asked.
Charlie nodded.
That was very industrious. How old are you? Lon said.
Im twelve, but I am the man of the family now, Charlie said, and then turned his head as they passed the school, looking at it with a mixture of longing and despair.
Another two blocks and he pulled up in front of the nursing home. One of his deputies was already there gathering info, while the other one on duty was back at the station. People were gathering here as the news had spread, ready to help search.
Here we go, Lon said, as he pulled up and parked. You get your hound and follow me.”
Yes sir, Charlie said, and leaped out, grabbed Boogers leash, and took off after the Chief.
Nathan Rose, the nursing home administrator, was trying not to panic as he explained what he knew to the Deputy, Ralph Herman.
Weve never had this happen before, Nathan said. We lock the doors at night and everything. Wanda is the one who discovered her absence.”
Ralph eyed the aide in purple scrubs. She looked to be in her late twenties, and she also looked scared to death, like someone was going to lay the blame of this on her.
So, Wanda, how did you know she was missing? Ralph asked.
She wasnt in her bed when I came on duty at six a.m., so I went looking for her, assuming shed just fallen asleep somewhere else inside the building. They do that sometimes, but I couldnt find her. Thats when we all began to search. Shes not here.”
Were there any unlocked doors? Ralph asked.
Willas shoulders slumped.
The one from the kitchen leading out into the back alley. Theres an extra lock up high. Shes so little, I dont know how she reached to open it.”
Either someone helped her, or it was unintentionally left unlocked, Nathan said. Its the only explanation.”
Have you notified her next of kin? the deputy asked.
She doesnt have any, Nathan said. She brought herself here three years back and hasnt had a visitor from outside Blessings, since.”
At that point, the Chief walked up and didnt waste time explaining.
Nathan, I need something that belongs to Gertie...something that would have her scent on her shoes... of a piece of her clothing...something that hasnt yet been washed.”
Nathan saw the boy and the bloodhound and didnt ask questions.
Wanda, you heard him. Bring something that will have Gerties scent on it.”
Wanda turned and ran into the building as the deputy recognized the boy.
Hey, thats the kid from the flyer, he said, then glanced at Lon. Good call, Chief.”
If it works, we can all thank Peanut Butterman. It was his suggestion.”
Charlie had outgrown his coat months ago, and had been wearing his Daddys clothes all winter, but he didnt have a coat. It had burned up in the explosion. He shivered slightly as he waited, thinking nothing of the discomfort because it had become the norm, but Lon saw it.
Be right back, he said, and jogged toward his cruiser, popped the trunk and then came back with a heavy, fleece-lined flannel jacket. Put this on, he said, as he handed it to Charlie.
Charlies eyes widened.
I might get it dirty.”
Son, itll wash, Lon said. Put it on.”
Charlie didnt argue. The warmth that enveloped him was so welcome it brought tears to his eyes.
I thank you, Charlie whispered.
Lon patted the boys shoulder as Wanda came running back holding a pair of cotton socks.
Gertie wore these yesterday. They were still in her shoes. Will this work?”
Lon glanced at Charlie, who nodded.
Theyll do just fine, Charlie said, then glanced at Lon. Are you ready, Chief?”
Lon glanced around at the small crowd of people whod gathered to help search.
Were going to try this first before we send everyone out in differing directions. If some of you want to go home, youre welcome. But if there are any who want to follow us and the hound, then fan out in a grid behind him and do your best to keep up.”
A few waved and headed back to their cars, but a good dozen of them stayed.
Lon heard one searcher call out.
That hound wont track. I reckon the rain has washed out her tracks and scent.”
Well see, Lon said, and watched as Charlie Conroy got down on one knee and shoved the socks up under Boogers nose.
As he did, the hound began to whine, as if sensing hed just be given a task.
Hunt, Booger! Hunt! Charlie said.
The massive bloodhound lifted his head, sniffing the air, then put nose to ground and moved toward the back of the building with Charlie hanging onto the leash. The moment they reached the back door, Booger bayed.
Hes on the scent, Charlie cried, and off they went, through two blocks of housing, across the baseball field and then up into the woods, with the cops and the searchers behind them.



It was a job she hated that drove Sharon Sala to put the first page of paper in an old typewriter, but it was the love of the craft that kept her writing. Her first efforts at writing came in 1980 when she began a book that wound up under her bed. A second book followed in 1981 and suffered a similar fate, but she claims the writing bug had bitten hard. However, she let life and the demands of a growing family delay her from continuing until a tragedy struck.
Her father died in May of 1985 after a lingering illness and then only two months later her only sister died unexpectedly, leaving her almost blind with grief. She vowed then and there that she was not going to wind up on her deathbed one day with regrets for not following through on her dreams.
She joined writers groups and attended conferences and slowly learned her way around the written page. By 1989, she decided she had come far enough in her writing to attempt another try at book-length fiction and began a book that would later be entitled SARA’S ANGEL. As fate would have it, the first publisher she sent it to, bought it, and she hasn’t looked back.
As a farmer’s daughter and then for many years a farmer’s wife, Sharon escaped the drudgeries of life through the pages of books, and now as a writer, she finds herself often living out her dreams. Through traveling and speaking and the countless thousands of fan letters she has received, Sharon has touched many lives. One faithful reader has crowned her the “Reba of Romance” while others claim she’s a magician with words.
Her stories are often dark, dealing with the realities of this world, and yet she’s able to weave hope and love within the words for the readers who clamor for her latest works.
Always an optimist in the face of bad times, many of the stories she writes come to her in dreams, but there’s nothing fanciful about her work. She puts her faith in God, still trusts in love and the belief that, no matter what, everything comes full circle.
Her books, written under her name and under her pen name, Dinah McCall, repeatedly make the big lists, including The New York Times, USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly and Waldenbooks Mass market fiction.
Sharon Sala.
A woman with a vision.



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