Veteran’s Day Blog Hop

IMG_72895133239592Happy Veteran’s Day Weekend and welcome to the Secret Cravings Publishing Veteran’s Day Blog Hop!  I want to take this moment to say Thank You from the bottom of my heart to those who have served or are still serving in the Armed Forces to keep the United States the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave!  I especially want to say thanks to my uncle Robbie who is still serving in the Army, one of my best friends Kevin who served in the Coast Guard and to Dick Goodall, one of my favorite teachers and a man who greatly encouraged my writing who served in the Navy.

And of course we have great giveaways!! Two lucky commenters will win all three books of the Black Irish Series – Black Irish, Heartland and The Troubles. Just leave your name, e-mail and preference of e-book format! I will choose Monday evening at the end of the hop.

Each author in this weekend’s blog hop has donated to the Wounded Warriors Project.  We would be honored if you would join us.  To make a donation just click here Wounded Warriors Project.

Admittedly I have not written any novels about the military.  I do, however, have a sexy military man in the Black Irish series – Bartholomew Evans.


We first meet Bartholomew at the front door of Sloan’s building in New York City.  He was the doorman who kept Abbey from going inside – that is until Sloan arrives on the scene.  We learn later that he is one of Sloan’s closest friends, like a brother.  Then, when Sloan’s darkest secret is revealed we learned he is actually one of Sloan’s bodyguards.

In Heartland we learn that he was in the Army and served in Iraq until he was dishonorably discharged for saving the life of an Iraqi child.

And in The Troubles, soon to be released by Sweet Cravings Publishing, we learn what a true hero he is.

Maggie dug through Amelia’s diaper bag, dropping several of the baby’s items on her lap. “Ame’s swimsuit isn’t in here.”

“So?” Bartholomew asked, glancing at his wife as he drove down the road.

“I wanted to take her swimming at the pool.”

“Well, let’s buy her one.”

“Why? She has a perfectly good one at home.”

He was silent for a moment. “So, do you want me to go back?”

Maggie smiled at him sweetly. “Yes, please.”

Bartholomew chuckled as he turned into the next parking lot he came to. He glanced again at Maggie. He’d do just about anything she wanted him to.

The trip back to Mount Vernon was quick. Bartholomew could sense something was wrong as they entered the city limits. He noticed the plume of smoke rising above the trees. He tuned out Maggie’s chatter to Ame, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. As he turned the street corner near Sloan and Abbey’s house, he slammed on the brakes. The car lurched violently to a stop.

“Bartholomew, sweetheart. What the devil…?” Maggie gasped.

Bartholomew shoved the vehicle into park and threw open the door. He jumped out and raced for the inferno that engulfed the house and garage. He sprinted down the block, past the fire trucks and police cars, quickly tearing his eyes away from the dedication on the brand new vehicle donated by Sloan and Abbey. Lord, the irony… He dodged the firefighters who reached out to stop him. “Sir, you can’t go in there…”

He leapt the porch stairs two at a time then dropped his shoulder as he collided with the door. It splintered, blasting him with the intense heat of the fire. Images of Iraq filled his mind, plaguing his senses. He fought them from his brain then struggled through the flames, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Abigail!” he cried.

He glanced quickly from room to room, finding no sign of her. He ran up the staircase. As he reached the top, he felt the house shudder. He stopped suddenly as he reached the master bedroom.

Bartholomew swept across the room in two steps, scooping Abbey into his arms and tossing her lifeless body over his shoulder. He raced down the hallway and back down the stairs, feeling them wobble under his feet. He looked up to find a half dozen firefighters waiting for him in the doorway. He coughed violently, stumbling across the floor.

“Look out!”

Bartholomew glanced up briefly in time to see the ceiling collapse in a rain of fiery ash. He pushed off on his toe and hurdled toward the exit. He felt the million sparks bite his skin as he and Abbey tumbled out the door and down the porch steps.

Bartholomew sat up gingerly, coughing and gasping for air. A second later, he was smothered in Maggie’s arms.

“Are you all right? Bartholomew, sweetheart…”

Bartholomew pulled her loose a little. “I’m fine, Maggie. Where’s Ame?”

“Mary has her. Abbey…”

Bartholomew looked to where the paramedics were performing CPR on Abigail. “She wasn’t breathing, Maggie.”

His eyes trailed to Mary and Gordon standing on the curb, their arms wrapped around each other and their granddaughter, glancing between the paramedics fighting to revive their daughter and the house and garage burning to the ground. He shook his head.

“Maggie, baby,” Bartholomew growled. “Where the hell is your brother?”

The two couples raced after the ambulance to the hospital. Bartholomew couldn’t look at Maggie. Her beautiful blue eyes brimmed with tears. Amelia had dozed off in her car seat as they sped down the highway. Good thing. Poor girl. I just pray her mother is alive when we arrive.

They waited anxiously in the waiting room for any word. Bartholomew watched Gordon as he dialed every number he knew for Sloan. There was never an answer. The Irishman flew into a panicked rage. Where in the world is he?

They all stood as the doctor emerged. Bartholomew clenched as he waited for word on Abbey’s condition. At least Jackson isn’t treating her. After breaking Maggie’s heart and almost letting Sloan die, I do not want him near Abbey.

The doctor delivered the news. She was alive. Her burns were being treated. Because of preliminary reports, she would be moved to the Psychiatric Floor. It was a suicide attempt. The couples thanked him before he walked away. Bartholomew hugged Maggie tight to him. What exactly had gone wrong so fast?

Two weeks dragged by with still no word from Sloan. Gordon sent Robert and Bartholomew on a manhunt. On the plus side, all their underground networks reported that he had not been taken captive or killed. Still, the man was missing. Bartholomew fumed. How could he just disappear when she needed him? Finally, Bartholomew returned home after searching the world for Sloan. His family needed him in Iowa.

Everyone but Bartholomew had visited Abbey. She didn’t acknowledge any of them. She didn’t even give notice to her doctors and nurses. She refused to eat. All she did was sit wrapped in a thick, white blanket and stare out the frosted window.

He sighed as Maggie slipped through the double doors. “Anything?” he asked.

“No. She won’t talk to me.”

They both turned as boot steps approached. Gordon stormed toward them. Bartholomew thought he looked like he could spit bullets.

“Gordon, what’s wrong?” Maggie pleaded. “Are Mary and Amelia all right?”

“They’re home and fine. I finally got that parasite Nathan to speak to me. It took me flying to New York and getting in his face.”

“And?” Bartholomew prompted.

Gordon glared at him. “Sloan is in Switzerland. He filed for divorce. Nathan served the papers to Abbey himself. The morning of the fire.”

“What?” Maggie screeched. “Why?”

“The papers said ‘irreconcilable differences.’ They had no differences. It’s bullshit. Probably some woman. When I find that man for what he’s done to my daughter…”

Bartholomew shook his head in disbelief. Maybe he could get Abbey to open up to him. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

He slammed through the double doors, startling the patients and nurses on the other side. He strode down the corridor, weaving around people and equipment until he reached the door at the end of the hall. He stared silently through the doorway for a few moments before stepping inside.

Abbey never moved, never flinched at his presence. He sat in the wood chair beside her. “Hey, Abbey. We know what happened. We’ll work it out. I will go find him and personally beat the crap out of him for hurting…”

Abbey slowly turned to him. Her eyes were cold and angry. “Why couldn’t you just let me die?”

Bartholomew stared at her, speechless. She glared at him for one more moment before turning back to the window. He slowly exhaled again before he stood and shuffled out of the room.

Find the Black Irish Series (Black Irish, Heartland and The Troubles – releasing on November 25th) at…

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Please stop by and check out the other incredible authors participating in the Veteran’s Day Blog Hop.  Click on the flag below to hop on!

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on November 8, 2013, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.

  1. I think its amazing what all the authors are doing donating and giving prizes! I have yet to read any of your books but they do look good!
    If im lucky enough to win would love it in mobi/kindle format please

    seminordic at gmail dot com

  2. Thanks for taking part in the Wounded Warriors blog hop. I hope you’ll hop over to my blog later.

  3. thanks so much for a great blog hop and cause. my mothers parents served in the ritish army in ww2. her dad was behind enemy lines when d day happened and her mom was a wireless operation. i was lucky enough to get to know them and what great people they were b/f they died

  4. Thank you for participating in the Wounded Warrior Blog Hop! Our wounded heroes deserve our respect and support.

    This series sounds very interesting. Good luck!

  5. Great post, I enjoyed reading the excerpt 🙂

  6. Thanks for taking part in the hop. Great heroic action

  7. Now that is an attention grabber! Definitely makes me want to read the book. Best of luck!

  8. Thank you for participating in this worthy cause. I hope to see you over on my blog later. Nice to meet you!

  9. Oh, and Bartholomew sounds scrumptious!

  10. What a heartbreaking excerpt! Great writing. Thanks so much for participating in this blog hop. Our wounded warriors – and all our military men, women, and families, deserve all we can do for them.

  11. This is amazing what y’all are doing. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you to all have served or are serving now! Your books look wonderful! Happy Veteran’s Day 🙂

  12. Thank you for supporting such a wonderful cause.

  13. merriedth province

    I think that this is so great what all of you are doing to support our troops thank you very much..

  14. Thank you for your support of this wonderful cause. They deserve everyones support!
    Anticipating the release of The Troubles!

  15. Wonderful cause you are supporting! Thank You!!

  16. It’s a great cause. I’m glad you’re participating. Thanks for a truly meaningful Hop.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

  17. So pleased to see this hop going again this year. Love all your books, Jean, so if I was a lucky winner I wouldn’t mind which I received 🙂

  18. Great Excerpt!!

  19. As Veteran’s Day comes to a close, it’s time to pick my winners. Drum roll please…
    Smilesomebodylovesyou & Terri H – you have won the complete collection of the Black Irish series! I will contact you and see which format you would like.
    Thank you everyone for commenting – Happy Veteran’s Day!

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