I'd love to post it here, but that might violate copyright, as I haven't asked permission, so here's the link: review from Simply Romance Reviews

Elizabeth

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My new time travel romance "Black Rock: A Time For Love" was released January 25, 2008 in e-book format. The print will be coming in July.

Imagine discovering that your entire life has been a lie, that you’d been kidnapped as a toddler and sent back to the 1800’s. Roxanne makes this discovery from Collin, the rudest man she’s ever met. A man who’s determined to take Roxanne into a future that terrifies her. Despite his fear of commitment, Collin can turn her brain to mush and set her soul afire with just a look. While struggling to remain the lady she was raised to be, Roxanne must deal with another man—handsome, charming, obsessed. Brad will stop at nothing to gain ownership of Black Rock Ranch and make Roxanne his wife, including murder.

It's available at the publisher http://thewildrosepress.com

Also availble at Amazon as a Kindle book and at CoffeeTime Romance and Fictionwise.

The fire burning brightly in the fireplace where overstuffed stockings were hung with care. Christmas carols playing and the tree in the corner--a huge green tree, decorated with garland, ornaments, and icicles. The lights twinkling in never-ending gaiety and under the tree, gaily wrapped gifts were stacked high. JT could picture this all so well that his little hands would tremble in excitement. His new Mom would be in the kitchen cooking and the good smells drifted about the house making his mouth water. She'd glance his way and smile, then wink--making JT feel all warm and happy inside. His new Dad would come in from outside, snow and cold clinging to his clothes, his arms full of logs for the fire and he'd ruffle JT's hair as he passed.

JT knew it was only a fantasy. Imagining it had kept him going and happy in expectation, but he knew it was probably never going to happen now. He was getting too old. Everyone wanted to adopt the youngest of the children and at eleven, JT was ignored. He was getting too old for fantasy too. He'd stop having his Christmas dream and there would be no Christmas letter to Santa this year. He no longer believed in the magic of Christmas and Santa. When he prayed this year he left out the part about his Christmas wish and only prayed, as he always did, for Jesus to have a nice birthday. It would be Christmas in two weeks and he would not think about it. He had lots of work to do, helping the younger children look their best for visiting day. Visiting day was the day prospective parents came to the home to meet the children and perhaps find that one special child to become their very own.

Across town and down a country lane, a couple had just finished decorating their small brick cottage for Christmas. Everything was perfect and they rushed about getting ready to go to the children's home. They'd been working hard since visiting day last year to get everything ready for their new son. They'd fallen in love with JT and set about immediately working on the adoption. They'd wanted to tell JT, but the home's director said no. Her reason being that adoptions did not always go through and the children were devastated when learning they'd not be going to their new home after all. She said it was better to wait until all was approved before telling the children. But all was ready now. JT was theirs and they were going today to bring him home.

JT stood in the little lounge and straightened Billy's shirt. He looked up, as the couple entered the room, then went still. They were talking with James, a five year old. JT's heart skipped. It was them. He'd met them last year and had just known they were the ones. They were just as he's always dreamed his new parents would be and they'd sat and visited with him most of the day. He'd been so excited, but nothing had happened. Now they were back and they were interested in James. JT felt his heart breaking and didn't think he could stand to watch as they chose someone else for their son. he turned to leave the room, but was stopped by his name being called. He reluctantly walked to where they stood with the director.

The director was talking and the couple were smiling. JT must be hearing wrong. He shook his head and listened more closely. They wanted him. It was all settled. He was to get his things. He was going to his new home with his new parents. The couple looked at him and smiled, asking if he was willing to come and be their son. They wanted him so much. JT cried and thanked God and Santa and Jesus and everyone he could think of, for at last granting his Christmas wish.

JT got his Christmas wish. I pray all your dreams come true this Christmas!

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The thing I love most about Thanksgiving now are the scents. The smell of roasting Turkey and pumpkin pie. Those scents take me back to a time when our very large family would gather for dinner, laughing, talking and yes, even the more than occasional family row. We were a loud and rowdy bunch who often disagreed, but loved one another fiercely.

One of the things I'm most grateful for this Thanksgiving and every other day of the year is having grown up in such a family--a family filled with laughter, where opinions were expressed freely (even when unpopular) and love was given with a generous hand by all. I wish you all such happy times. Happy Thanksgiving. Elizabeth

Growing up in the Florida Everglades, Lizzie, an undisputed tomboy, doesn't have to look for trouble. It finds her. Determined to prove that a girl is every bit as good as a boy, she tries to join the Everglade Rebels, an all boy's club. Come with Lizzie on her adventures, as she makes a bid for female equality. A story for both children and adults, "Lizzie And The Boy's Club" will take you back to a time of coal oil lanterns and outhouses. A wholesome adventure about friends, family, and one little girl who can't stay out of trouble. MORE

The first in a series of Lizzie adventure books. It's dedicated to all the tomboys out there. When I published a few shorts about Lizzie on my site I began to receive emails from readers wanting a book, so this is for you and I hope you enjoy my true adventures as much as I enjoyed living them. And no I wasn't raised in the 1800's. But in the Everglades of Florida where I lived as a child, there wasn't any electricity or indoor plumbing.

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I walk along the flagstone path

into my secret garden.

The Tulip heads sway in the breeze

as if in secret greeting.

Upon the breeze a scent is carried

to tease and please the senses.

I stop and bend to take a peak

at the Lilly of the Valley.

So lovely are their little bells

and wide green leaves a plenty.

I say good morning to the Roses

that hang upon the trellis.

A bench is set beneath the arch

with Honeysuckle blooming.

A place to sit in peaceful bliss

and dream my morning dreams.

Contentment settles like a cape

upon my happy soul.

It's wondrous the joy I feel

when in my secret garden.

From my book "Soaring dreams ~ Daunting reality"

Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Later that afternoon Larry Mugrage returned, walking on the other side of the street. Martin shot him with the shotgun, wounding him. The wounded teen and ran for his home, Martin shot again, landing a fatal blow. The child died on his own front lawn.

His defense? The child and his parents harassed him. This is hard for me to swallow. I've had neighbors from hell in more than one place where I've lived, but when I moved they were still alive and well. I've been hearing snide and sick comments all over the blogasphere on how the kid deserved it and his parents should have been shot too or at least arrested. I makes me ashamed to be an American to hear such comments voiced. There is absolutely no excuse for gunning down a child, no matter how obnoxious that child may be.

For that matter, we only have his word that the teen had harassed him. Harassed him how? By taking short cuts across his lawn? This is just BS. In his mind his grass was more important than a child's life. He not only shot the boy, but then made sure to shoot again while the child was trying to get away. Martin shot Larry Mugrage after having plenty of cool down time (3 hours), and while the teen was walking on the other side of the street. He deserves no sympathy and will get none from me. His trial is going on now and I only hope that while in prison he is tortured relentlessly by other inmates for the rest of his useless life. He deserves no less.

Elizabeth Melton Parsons