Another Great Review for Bitter Legacy!

on November 3, 2017
Sometimes a bitter legacy can be the storm right before the sun

Big Jim Bromley was the least of Sharla-Jean Bromley’s worries as she saw familiar faces and the place she grew up years ago thinking she would never return. Dislike was a nice way of putting what she saw in most of the faces around her.

Joshua Cornelius Morgan saw a beautiful red head in a bright red dress with red hills and wanted to see the face that went with the curves. He couldn’t wait to see who would come to a funeral looking like perfection.

Many turn of events lead to a chaotic time and how will Sharla-Jean ever overcome caring so much about her past and trying to put others in their place because they never knew the truth about her?

When the the will is read, the compromise shocks everyone involved and still living. And someone doesn’t like the business at hand and they want everything to go up in flames and they don’t care if lives are shed.

Big Jim left a bitter legacy for these two main characters who are not fond of each other but sometimes things aren’t as they appear. This book will dig deep into the heart of the matters of these two lives that are quite painful.

I finished in one seating and it kept me turning pages and waiting in anticipation! It’s really good.

I received a copy of the book for free in exchange for an honest review.

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Dead Sea, A Must See

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Visiting the Dead Sea was a must-see during my recent trip to Jordan. This large, landlocked salt lake located in the middle of the desert between Israel, Palestine, and Jordan is the lowest place on Earth (430 meters below sea level!). The mineral and saline content is so high that only the most miniscule bacterial and fungal organisms can live in its clear turquoise waters.

The Dead Sea is renowned for its health benefits and tourists flock to the hotels and spas lining its shores for the therapeutic benefits of a salt bath and mud treatment. Its waters are said to heal arthritis, psoriasis, stimulate blood circulation, and promote a more youthful skin.

Anything that promises youth is a hit in my book. That’s why I was so excited to visit the Dead Sea. The shore is covered with huge, jutting salt crystals that dig into your bare feet, but the water is warm and almost oily. Its so buoyant it’s impossible to sink. All those photographs of people lying on their backs reading a newspaper are true.

After soaking in the water, I coated my body in a thick layer of black mud dredged from the bottom of the sea. I’m not sure if I look any younger, but after I rinsed off the mud, my skin was as smooth and silky as a baby’s. Definitely an experience I’ll never forget.

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Me getting beautiful.

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Salt crystals on the shore of the Dead Sea.

Trip To Jordan

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“Why are you going to Jordan? Is it safe? Are you crazy?”

These were just some of the comments I received when I informed friends and family my husband and I were going on a two-week vacation to Jordan.

Jordan exceeded all our expectations. The people were warm and friendly. Everywhere we went we heard ‘Welcome to Jordan’. Never once, no matter where we traveled on our many wanderings through the crowded Souks of the city, or hiked on dusty country trails, did we feel threatened or nervous. We only had to pull out a map and people asked if they could help us.

The country is stunning. There’re endless miles of desert, sand, and scorching heat. The hottest temperatures we experienced were in Wadi Rum, the heart of the desert, but the nights were cool and pleasant. There are also jagged mountains, strikingly beautiful rock formations with vibrant reds, yellows, blues, and whites streaking through the sandstone, and blue skies and land that seem to stretch forever. The outline of a Bedouin riding a camel over the desert sand was like a dream of past days. The stars at night in the Bedouin camp in the middle of the desert were so brilliant you could almost touch them.

Petra, a UNESCO world heritage site, is the number one archaeological site in Jordan. It’s carved sandstone temples are cut from the stones themselves. The caves, elaborate monuments, Roman columns, and ruins date from before the ancient Romans. We hiked through this extensive site and found places where there was no one. The views from the High sacrificial mound or the monastery are breathtaking, and we could see across the desert to Israel.

The Dead Sea was phenomenal. We floated (it’s impossible not to) in the salty brine and enjoyed the slick oiliness of the water. I plastered my body with black Dead Sea mud (it’s supposed to be healing), and my skin was incredibly soft after I rinsed off the thick layer of mud.

The history in Jordan is almost too much to take in… we visited the mountain where Moses saw the Promised Land, the spring beside the Jordan River where Jesus was baptized, the Dead Sea scrolls, and crusader castles. We climbed over two thousand-year-old mosaics covered with a thin film of desert sand.

We heard the distant booming of bombs dropped by the Israelis on the Gaza strip, and there were security checks along the roads, but never once did we feel unsafe. Jordan is an incredible country and well worth a visit.

A Trip to the SubArctic

This summer, with wildfires burning in our area and the acrid stench of smoke filling the air, my husband and I decided we needed to get away, and Yellowknife, Northwest Territories was the place to go.

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After a drive of 1,424 Km. (885 miles), we crossed the McKenzie River and soon saw the rocky outcroppings of the Canadian Shield. This massive chunk of bedrock, covering half of Canada, is more than 3.96 billion years old, and is some of the oldest rock in the world. Covered with moss and multi-colored lichen and interspersed with stunted black spruce trees, the subarctic Taiga is awe-inspiring. The countless lakes, wide-open skies, and glittering northern lights, brought back wonderful memories of my childhood.

My old hometown of Yellowknife has changed. Almost twenty thousand people inhabit the city, as opposed to the 6000 folk when I lived there. Housing developments teeter on top of massive rock mounds and high rises dot the skyline.

But even though the narrow streets are busy, there’s still something exciting and definitely northern about the bustling town. Some of the old buildings remain…the old post office, the Gold Range Hotel, the weathered log cabins of Old Town, the colourful houseboats and floatplanes on Great Slave Lake (the tenth largest lake in the world), and the swarms of blackflies waiting to attack.

By the time we returned home, we’d driven a whopping 3452 Km (2,145 miles), but the trip was definitely worth it. Though we didn’t escape the smoke. The air at home is still murky and flecks of ash fall from the sky. It’s been quite a summer.

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What a Ride!

 

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Writing’s a tough business. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. From that fateful moment you sit down at your desk and type that first word, you’ve begun a hair-raising roller coaster ride of emotions.

The high of completing that first draft; the low when you finally work up the courage to submit your work to a publisher or editor and you wait and wait and wait, and finally six months later, you receive a form rejection. Bruised, you submit again in the hopes the first editor was wrong. Another rejection. And another. Each one chews away a piece of your soul.

But you persist, doggedly pursuing the dream of a becoming a published author. You attend conferences, take on-line writing craft courses, revise and polish your manuscript until you’ve almost memorized every word.

And then, if you’re lucky, you receive the call from a publisher requesting your manuscript. Oh, the unbridled joy, the thrill that you’ve finally made it. Visions of making the best seller lists dance before your eyes. You walk a little taller, smile a little brighter.

But the roller coaster ride isn’t over. The struggle for your novel to stand out from thousands of others involves mind-numbing hours promoting your book on social media by blogging, tweeting, emailing, and instagraming.

This constant drive to success is wearing, but there are lots of positives: the interesting people you meet, the friends you make, the glowing reviews your book receives, a second contract…

Is it worth it? Hell yeah! I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. If you have the desire to write a book, go for it. Climb aboard that roller coaster and enjoy the ride.

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With all the stress of the current wildfire situation in my area, I was thrilled to find this review of my latest romantic suspense, Bitter Legacy. Sure made my day. Thank you, Crystal!
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#Review ~ Bitter Legacy by C.B. Clark ~ @cbclarkauthor http://ift.tt/2vb82ea

This is the second chance I have had to read a book by CB Clark. The second was even better than the first and it was awesome!

Bitter Legacy is one of those books that you start and can not put down because around each page is another twist that adds just a little bit more mystery to the story. CB Clark has done a magnificent job of putting together a story that broke my heart, left me breathless at times, and then shocked me with a piece of info.

Sharla-Jean Bromley has been through a horrible situation and was then looked down upon so much so that she left town and hasn’t returned until the funeral for her father. All she can think is that her Dad did not stand up for her at a time when she needed him most. She had not been a good girl but she was still an innocent child.

Josh Morgan had kind of stepped into the roll of child for Sharla-Jean’s Dad. He looked upon Josh as the son he never had and also possible a child he could do right by even if Josh was not his child by blood. Josh cared deeply for Mr. Bromley and his death is weighing on him.

Sharla-Jean and Josh start out with a strong attraction but they also start off at complete odds with each other. Oh my the fireworks are flying off the sparks these two are creating with there frustrations and mistrust of each other. That attraction is still very much there but they have to get past some of the horrible things that are happening and learn to trust each other before they can give into their incredible attraction.

Ms. Clark did a fabulous job dealing with some very strong and difficult emotions and situations. This lady can tell a STORY! She’s very talented and has the ability to capture my attention and hold on until the end. Then she has me wanting the next story soon.

The drama and suspense in this story is intense. There are so many things going on and they seem like they may not be related at all. Then there are things that appear to be related and they just may not have anything to with each other. I’m not going to tell you too much. I want you to grab this incredibly romantic suspense book up and settle in to enjoy. If you enjoy a really good romantic suspense as much as I do, you’re going to LOVE this one.

I was given the opportunity to read this fabulous story and it has been my great pleasure to share my thoughts with you.

Amazon Buy Link http://amzn.to/2uu2M7z
You may find my other review on C.B. Clark’s work here http://reviewsbycacb.blogspot.com/…/review-cherished-secret…

The Wild Rose Press C.B. Clark

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Wildfire!

As I write this post, fourteen thousand people in my area have been evacuated from their homes due to out of control wildfires. My family is on evacuation alert. The main highway south to the rest of the province is closed, and heavy smoke fills the air and ash falls from the sky. A steady stream of water bombers and helicopters with water bags attached roar overhead. Everyone is nervous and worried about neighbours and livestock.

My heart bleeds for the people who have been evacuated. Some have had to travel six hours through fires to reach evacuation centers in the north. My husband and I have packed our photographs and valuables, and friends who live in a safer area have them in safekeeping. Our suitcases and important documents are packed and sitting by the door. We’re ready to leave at a moment’s notice should the need arise.

My son is a wildfire fighter. He’s been working nonstop with little time to eat or rest since this disaster started. He and his fellow fire fighters are giving everything they have to save our area from total destruction. They and the heavy equipment operators and emergency personnel are true heroes.

These past few days have been stressful, but there are golden moments…the countless people who’ve stepped up and helped those in need. The evacuation centres are inundated with volunteers and donations of food and supplies. Once this is over, and we get a chance to assess the damage, the Cariboo spirit will prevail, and together we’ll get back on our feet.

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Tree Spirits

 

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For thousands of years, people have believed deities use trees as dwelling places. The early Celts, Romans and Egyptians all believed in tree spirits. The Japanese believed kodama (spirits) inhabited trees. The practice of touching wood stems from the belief spirits living in trees were listening to our conversations. The expression ‘knock on wood’ calls upon tree spirits for protection from misfortune or a thank you to the tree spirits for bringing good luck.

You can actually see tree spirits if you visit Cottonwood Island Nature Park in Prince George in Northern British Columbia. In 2005, Elmer Gunderson carved fifteen faces into the outer bark of three hundred year old black cottonwood trees along the meandering, shaded paths along the Nechako River.

The intricately carved human faces are the size of a human hand and blend in with the tree’s rough bark. They portray trapper’s lined faces, Indigenous elders, old women, and other whimsical characters.

Over the years, some of the trees have been washed away or windstorms have felled these massive trees. Weathering has faded the carvings, but twelve remain. Part of the fun is finding the faces. They’re like hidden gems peeking out of the gnarled bark as if the spirit inside the tree is alive. If you venture into these woods, don’t forget to knock on wood, just in case the tree spirits are watching.

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A Canoeing Adventure

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I’ve canoed since I was a child. I’ve paddled lakes of all sizes and rivers that ranged from easy flowing streams to raging rapids. In all that water, I’ve never tipped my canoe.

That all changed last week when my husband and I, and some friends, paddled down a remote wilderness river. The air was chilly but the river was beautiful. We floated past shores lined with giant cottonwoods, thick willows, and dense evergreen forest. Moose foraged along the shores, ducks and geese hid their young in the reeds, and eagles soared overhead. Rounding a bend in the river, my husband put down his paddle to take pictures. In minutes, the fast current swept us too close to shore. The next thing we knew we crashed into a sweeper (a tree jutting into the river), and the canoe flipped.

The first icy plunge took my breath away. We were wearing life jackets so we weren’t going to drown, but my concern was for my elderly dog. She was stuck under the canoe and terrified. If she got away, she wouldn’t be able to swim for long. I grabbed her and held her tight. The water was over my waist and the current swept my feet out from under me, but I managed to make it to shore and set the dog on dry land. Somehow, my husband held onto the water-filled canoe, though much of our gear floated down the river.

Our friends paddled like mad and retrieved most of our stuff, and they started a fire on a gravel bar. We managed to turn the canoe over and grabbed our dog and climbed back into the canoe, and paddled to the gravel bar and the hot fire where we changed into dry clothes.

Other than a few bruises, wet clothing, some missing equipment, and damaged egos, we survived. Had it not been for the quick thinking of our friends, the situation would have been much more serious. Moral of the story…never travel alone.

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