Forever Hilltop by Judy Baer

Two Books in One!

Want a heart-happy, chuckle-aloud read that leaves you feeling uplifted, refreshed, and like all is right with the world?   Then be sure to read Judy Baer’s, Forever Hilltop featuring An Unlikely Blessing and Surprising Grace.  These charming slice of life stories follow new Pastor Alex Armstrong on a spiritual journey he wasn’t expecting.

In An Unlikely Blessing, city pastor Alex Armstrong, accepts a two-pulpit (dual churches) post in rural North Dakota  fearing his biggest challenge will be boredom; however his perspective changes before he even reaches town.  At the edge of the city limits he encounters an ancient farmer, a tipped pick-up truck, a runaway sow with piglets and several members of his future congregation.  It isn’t long before he realizes life is going to be very different than he’d anticipated.  Then he discovers that sometimes rural life can be too interesting — especially for a well-respected, eligible bachelor in a town with an abundance of marriage-minded women.

In Surprising Grace, Natalie, Alex’s former fiance, the woman who broke his heart and was a large part of the reason he accepted a parish in Hilltop Parish, North Dakota, has had a change of heart and wants him back — but she doesn’t want Hilltop Parish.  Alex has to choose between everything he’s always wanted, and the new life he’s forged in Hilltop Township.   To complicate matters, there’s a burglar on the loose, the township’s only doctor is leaving the area, and one of the town’s spinsters, without any encouragement, has pegged Alex as her future husband.

And, as if getting two fantastic books in one wasn’t enough excitement:
@JudyKBaer is giving away a Kindle for YOU … and one for a Friend in her Forever Hilltop Giveaway!

Celebrate with Judy by entering to win a Kindle for you and a friend!

One lucky winner will receive:

  • Brand New KINDLE with Wi-Fi
  • Brand New KINDLE with Wi-Fi to Giveaway to a Friend!
  • Forever Hilltop by Judy K Baer for you and a one for a friend

Enter today by clicking one of the icons below. But hurry, the giveaway ends on May 22nd.  Winner will be announced 5/24/12 on Judy’s Blog.

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About Judy Baer:
Judy Baer is the author of over seventy-five books for adults and teens. She has won the Romance Writer of America Bronze Medallion and has been a RITA finalist twice. She lives in Elk River, Minnesota with her husband. Follow the Hilltop characters on Judy’s blog and find out more about Judy and her books at http://www.judykbaer.com

 

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from LitFuse Publicity. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”  For more information please visit the Litfuse website.

Why I Like Facebook

Running dialogue below one of my status updates:

Status: At dinner tonight Amoeba pea-ed on the floor!

Comments:

  •    ‎*snort*

  •   Corny.
  •   How many peas did he lose on the floor?
  •   Not telling. That would be disturbing the peas.
  •   And I can’t pick ’em up either, ’cause then I’d be accused of lifting my legume.
  •   Charley and Charlene two peas in a pod??? yep I think so
  •   Jeff says oh peas get over it
  •   Charlie probably couldn’t carrot less about peas.
  •   But I *do*, Nathalie. *Everybody* should be able to visualize whirled peas.
  •   I suppose I should have beet him for it.
  •   Good thing you didn’t. I don’t think I could have survived the borscht belt.
  •   LOL. I give up. I’m not radish enough to continue.
  •   I’m running out of thyme to play anyway.
  •   Figures that you’d walk off when it was your turnip.
  •   
  •   Don’t let him squash you.
  •   Oh, my. If you can’t get along, I guess you cantaloupe.
  •   I guess this strings bean going on long enough.
  •   Lettuce all turnip together to plant again, soon, peas!
  •  Tomato is soon enough for me.
  •   Okay, already. You guys are driving me out of my gourd!
  •   It did get corny, didn’t it?

Blood Pressure Whoas

They sat down to a lovely roast pork dinner She had cooked.

He:  “Mmmmm, Kalua Pig!  I’m afraid I am getting to the age where meals like this are going to have to be a rare occurrence.  Time to start watching my cholesterol and blood pressure.”

She, pausing with her fork half way to her mouth:  “Is this an ‘in general’ thing, or do we have specific cause for concern?”

He: “Last time we checked everything was within normal bounds for a man my age.  I’m just saying we should work at keeping it that way.”

She, relaxing:  “Okay.  And really, we should both be eating more fish and chicken anyway.”

He: “I totally agree.”

She: “But when I feed you only fish and chicken for a week, you complain.”

He:  “I know, but I guess I am just going to have to get used to it.”

She:  “All right.  I guess that leaves what I planned for tomorrow’s meal out.  I wish we’d had this conversation before I shopped.”

He: “Why?  What were you going to fix tomorrow?”

She waved her fork at the roast:  “Look at the size of this thing.  I planned on taking the meat off the bone and making enchiladas.”

He: “Enchiladas?  Did I mention that my cholesterol and blood pressure are within the normal range for a man my age?”

She: “What if the enchiladas tip you over the edge?”

He: “You can serve chicken on Wednesday.”

Water Pity

He and She were working at the lab …

She: “Here, take this pot and fill it with water for me, would you please?”

He: “Will do … Hey!!

She: “What? Something’s wrong?”

He:I’ll say something’s wrong!”

She: “Too late. I already did that.”

He: “Fun-neee. Not. I’d say you were all wet, if I weren’t already soaked myself.”

She: “No, dear. The water goes in the pot.”

He: “Right. You tell the water that. It won’t listen to me!

She: “What’s so hard about putting water in a pot? You’re at a sink, right? You’re not trying to wring water out of a cloud or something?”

He: “No, I’m at a sink, it’s got a faucet, water comes out of the faucet. But it won’t stay in the pot!

She: “It .. won’t .. stay …”

He: “Dangdest thing. I turn on the tap, and … I’ve never seen water fall up before! I tried clamping the lid down on the pot to keep that water in there, thought I had it for a moment, then blooey. Water all over everyplace. Including all over me. Everyplace except in the pot. Which is bone dry. What the …”

She: “Love, is there a sign over that sink?”

He: “I don’t … oh, yeah. There is.”

She: “Read it?”

He: “‘K … ‘Non-potable water.'”

She: “Thought so. Go find a sink that has potable water. You won’t have any trouble.”

He: “Right. I’m off.”

She:I’ll say. Scrub that pot first!

He: “Yes, dear.”

This Lane Is Your Lane, This Lane Is My Lane

He and She were driving down scenic roads (the signs said so) on Hawai‘i Island, He in search of plants to study, She in search of plants to photograph. Part of what made these roads so scenic was their profusion of diamond-shaped yellow signs, most of them announcing that They were approaching a “One Lane Road” or “One Lane Bridge”:

He: “Does scenery always have to be so narrow-minded?”

She: “Narrow-sided, anyway. I guess.”

He: “Whatever. But if they’re going to have all these one lanes, they may as well name ’em. Like – geez Louise what a squeeze – this one.”

He and She together:Lois!

He: “Now that, love, was super.”

She: “But of course, dear. Nathan!”

He: “Fast!”

She: “On this road? Are you kidding? Slow, if ever there was one.”

He: “How ’bout a sloe gin? This keeps up, I might need one.”

She: “Stay thirsty. Bryant!”

He: “Bryant Lane? I know a Bryant Gumbel …”

She: “Lane Bryant.”

He: “Uh uh. I am not going to try to drive backwards on this road, any more than I’m going to find a fancy clothing store on this skinny trail through the woods.”

She: “Chicken.”

He: “BucbucbucbuDAAAK!”

She: “P!”

He:Now?!?

She: “Not that! Just P.”

He: “P lane …? Oh good grief! That’s a Lane Violation if ever I heard one!”

She: “So you’re going on strike?”

He: “No, I’m going to strike!”

She: “What? Where?”

He: “On my Ten-pin Lane!”

She: “Right. You’re just trying to bowl me over, aren’t you?”