Showing posts with label My Sweet Danish Rose. Show all posts
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Friday, February 6, 2015

Book Tour: My Sweet Danish Rose by Tina Peterson Scott


Author Bio:

Tina Peterson Scott was born and raised in Mesa, Arizona. Books played an important part in her childhood, and for much of it, she could be found nestled against a branch high in their pecan tree, reading. Her favorites were fantasy, and mystery. It delighted Tina when her mother read to her from Grimm’s Fairy-tales and the stories of Hans Christian Andersen.
Tina and her husband have seven children and a growing number of grandchildren. Other than large family get-togethers involving lots of food and fun, she enjoys writing, watercolor painting, long walks, ice cream, and traveling to Europe—especially to her father’s ancestral home of Denmark.

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Book Blurb:


Alone in the world, and counting on love to triumph ...
Berta Erichsen is an energetic fifteen-year-old with a mind of her own. Last seen in Farewell, My Denmark (2013), and with visions of happily ever after, she impulsively stays behind when her family joins the 1863 Mormon pilgrimage to America.
When Berta finds herself homeless and alone in her Mormon faith, three men add to the confusion and danger of her life; the prominent man who deceives and defrauds both her and her family, but is the only one who offers her shelter; the childhood sweetheart who romances but hasn’t proposed; the handsome stableman that stole her Book of Mormon. Berta must uncover their hidden motives and make decisions to save her faith, her heart, and her future.


SNIPPET:
(WARNING! If you have a fear of snakes (like me) this will give you the heebie-jeebies!!!!)

Chapter 34

I glanced down. A family of adders rested over and around my legs—their venomous tongues licking the air, hissing at my movement.
A scream rose to the tip of my tongue, but before it escaped, a voice whispered over me, “Be calm.” It felt like a warm glass of milk, calming my soul. I offered a prayer of thankfulness. Screaming would have only gotten me bit—and there were plenty of fangs for biting. If I didn’t remain calm, I’d die before the sun went down. Instead, I continued praying for my safety.

My jaw clenched. My eyes squeezed shut. I held still, barely daring to breathe as they started moving across me, probably looking for a nice rock to sun on as they were known to do. I watched them slither over my legs, the hair on my arms and neck prickling as they moved away and into the rushes.

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Tour Schedule:

February 2
February 3
February 4
February 5
February 6
February 7
February 8