Friday, November 3, 2017

Fun new interview at The Heroine's Journey you might enjoy. :)

Hope you're all having a wonderful Autumn and getting ready for Thanksgiving. It's my favorite time of year. :)

Cover reveal! I am finishing up edits on a Romantic Mystery now, which I hope to make available to you by year's end. :) Love the cover. Don't you? I wrote this originally as a novel, then cut it way back and the Amazing Martin H. Greenberg released it in MURDER MOST ROMANTIC as a novelette. Now I'm adding back in everything I cut--and then some--to restore it to a novel. It was a mess at first, but it's falling together now, so I had the amazing Dar Albert of create this cover to keep me motivated. Wow! She really caught the concept, so I'm still at it. Thanks, Dar! It could not be more perfect. I'll keep plugging away at this and let you know when it's ready for public consumption. Hope you enjoy this time travel back to 1948. I sure had fun with the research.

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Be Nice

I grow weary of seeing the term "Islamist" placed as a modifier before the noun "terrorist," while white supremacists in our country commit more terrorist acts against Americans in the name of whatever faith they claim at the time. And the same so-called Christian blogger who wrote the article that ticked me off today also lumped "homosexuals" and "pornographers" together in the same sentence. Ignorance abounds. 
We're better than this. It's the 21st Century, people. Open your hearts, your minds and allow knowledge, science, real news and information to enlighten you to REALITY. 
Bad people do bad things. They are not all of the same faith. They are not all the same color, gender, or sexual persuasion. They are not all from the same part of the world. Terrorists share one common deneominator: Hate.
White supremacists and right wing extremists in the United States of America are gifted and talented in the Hate department. 
Be nice.

Love, Deb

"There's room for everyone in this world, if everyone makes some room." 

Saturday, October 22, 2016

What Would Jesus Do?

I find it deeply disturbing that so many devout "Christians" have expressed support for Donald Trump. I actually saw someone quote an article that referred to Trump as "Chosen by God." 
Seriously? A man who has expressed racism, extreme disrespect for women, literally stolen money from working people by refusing to pay them for honest work, told lie after lie after lie (proven!!!!), loves himself more than his neighbor his family or anyone else, created Trump University for the purpose of stealing from students--the list is endless. 
Furthermore, if elected, he will give to the rich and steal from the poor by furthering the GOP platform, which one of these "Christians" referred to as "Biblical." Honestly... 
Let's examine that with this quote from Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, Professor of English at Westmont College, Santa Barbara, California, put it this way in her article “A Voice from the Christian Left.” 
“Many on the Christian Right are fond of posing the question WWJD?-- What would Jesus do? I’d like to remind them what Jesus DID do: He cared for the poor. He did not condemn the woman caught in adultery. He prayed alone. He commanded us to love our enemies. He preached peace. He ate, drank, and lived with ‘tax collectors and sinners’ -- the lowlifes and outcasts of his day, while reserving his condemnation for the religious leaders who, from a place of privilege, imposed their legalism and literalism on the people they were responsible for leading. He told his disciples not to oppose the healing work of those outside the ranks of his followers. And again and again he reminded us to care for the poor. (That moral issue gets more air time than any other in the gospels: 1 verse in 9.) If Christians concerned about how to respond to the grave global issues facing us all were to reread the Gospels for guidance, I think we’d find some pretty clear indications there about what Jesus would do ... and what he wouldn’t. (One of the few bumper stickers I’ve been tempted to affix to my still undecorated car in recent months reads ‘Who would Jesus bomb?’) 
Whatever Jesus would do, given what he did do, and has promised he will do, I don’t think it looks much like what the insulated, self-congratulatory Fox News fans on the ‘Christian Right’ are doing.” 
End of quote. 
In a nutshell, the Jesus I learned about in Sunday School taught us to heal the sick, feed the poor, house the homeless, and that the meek shall inherit the Earth, etc. He taught social justice and inclusiveness--not divisiveness. He was a teacher, so he obviously believed in education. Oh, and he was a tradesman, too--a carpenter--so he supported labor.
The Republican Party wants to privatize Social Security, which means taking this EARNED BENEFIT--it is not an entitlement--and put it into the hands of greedy Wall Street gamblers. Anything for a profit. Just look what privatization of prisons did for that system!
Some things should not be privatized!!!! Our medical care is inefficient and overpriced BECAUSE it is privatized. We need universal public healthcare for all. Remove greed and profit.
Police, military, education, fire protection, etc., should never be privatized, nor should Social Security, VA or Medicare.
The "Christian" right voter is a single issue voter. IMHO, in order to stack the SCOTUS against Roe v Wade, they are willing to throw this entire nation under the bus. To hell with peace, healthcare, the elderly, the disabled and everybody else. To hell with Planet Earth, too, because that's what your blessed Trump plans--to eliminate all regulations from the EPA that have reversed the horrible pollution of the 1960s, and just MIGHT save our planet from extinction.
Seriously...? One issue? Throw away everything for your so-called "right-to-life?" Oh, but it's only life until birth the GOP way. As long as they don't have to feed, clothe, educate or house that child after they force it into this world. Let's not forget that....
Trump is NOT chosen by God. Jesus would NOT vote for him. 
Jesus would be a member of today's Democratic Party and he would vote Blue. And he would have voted for Bernie Sanders in the primary, but he would stand with Hillary in the general election to protect the Poor, the Sick, the Disabled, the Homeless, etc.
And so will I. So should anyone else who has the nerve to call themselves a "Christian...."

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Jo Beverley

I have so many special memories of Jo Beverley going back decades to before I sold my first book. Her bright laugh, her smile, her wit and warmth, but also her deadpan British humor and endless generosity. Jo had a big heart and was a true mentor to other writers. For a while back in the '90s, she, Rosalyn Rutledge Alsobrook and I were in a critique group together on GEnie. I definitely received more than I gave in that group! Jo treated me like a peer, though she was a goddess and I a neophyte whose first book was still wet behind the title page.

One of my fondest memories of Jo is from one of our early RomEx parties (Romance Writers tend to party at writers' conferences--what can I say?), when she and I went on a quest for a corkscrew. There didn't seem to be such a beast in this particular hotel. I don't recall where we were, but it wasn't the sort of place where we could call the hotel kitchen and ask for one. smile emoticon We eventually tracked one down and to this day, that corkscrew still resides in my travel makeup bag, so it's always available. Afterward, at conferences, Debster--Jo gave me that name, BTW--could always be depended on to have a mending kit and a corkscrew.

And her books... What to say? We will have them forever--her incredible characters (Rothgar!), compelling plots and prose. It saddens me to know there will be no more from her gifted mind, but we have at least 40 to cherish forever.

May your journey be paved with dreams come true, sprinkled with fairy dust, and give you the time writers always crave to read all the books we never have time to.

RIP, dear friend.

Love, Debster

Jo Beverley

Jo Beverley wearing her famous "I Don't Remember Your Name Either" 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Why Pay for E-Books?

Why Pay for E-Books?

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Thursday, January 21, 2016

America | Bernie Sanders

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Holidays!

Deb Stover

Dear Readers: The story of the Mulligans' first Christmas in Caisleán Dubh has been available free at my website since before the original release of Mulligan Magic. This story takes place between Mulligan Stew and Mulligan Magic, and is told from young Jacob Mulligan's point of view. I have decided to send the story directly to you as a holiday greeting this year as I work on the third book in the series titled Mulligan Secret. Young Jacob has become a teenager in Secret, so I'm starting to get ideas that a future book may very well bring a story of his very own. Perhaps with young Erin...? ☺
May you have a joyous and healthy Christmas and a fabulous New Year. And may all your days include a bit of magic.... Love, Deb

"Mulligan Christmas" by Deb Stover

For the first Christmas Eve in over a century, lights and laughter and love filled Caisleán Dubh. The downstairs and second floor renovations were now complete, and the work on the tower would begin soon. The Mulligans had packed up their belongings and moved into the family quarters in the castle two weeks before Christmas.
Jacob Samuel Mulligan understood miracles. His great-granny had always said, "Life is one big, fat miracle."
Back in Tennessee, he'd always had his mama and great-granny. Then Granny had died and they'd come to live in Ireland with his daddy's family. Mama had fallen in love with and married Uncle Riley, then opened her own restaurant called Mulligan Stew here in the castle. He'd never seen her so happy, and it made his young heart swell and press against his throat.
He wouldn't cry--only babies cried and he was a big boy now. Besides, he had no reason to cry. His mama was the smartest and prettiest mama in the whole world. Last Christmas Eve, they'd celebrated in their trailer with a tiny aluminum tree Granny had bought at the Red Shield Store. Every year for as long as Jacob could remember, Granny had placed her special star on top of that little tree, and every year Mama had cried and hugged Granny and Jacob. She always said she was the luckiest woman in the world to have them in her life.
And this year they were having Christmas in a castle! A real castle! Another big, fat miracle...
Too excited to sleep, Jacob slipped out of his new bedroom with its high ceiling and long windows, and down the curving stone staircase to the main floor. There in front of the massive windows overlooking the sea stood the biggest Christmas tree he'd ever seen. Uncle Riley had left the lights on tonight and they twinkled against the polished marble floor and the windows behind it. Wrapped packages peered out from beneath the branches, tempting and teasing, but Jacob didn't pause to shake or ponder their contents now.
He was a boy with a mission.
Silently, he padded barefoot across the cool floor to gaze up at the lush green branches and sparkling ornaments. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he reached into the pocket of his robe and withdrew an old sock that didn't have a mate. From inside the sock, he withdrew the slightly bent tin star his great-granny had placed on that ugly little tree back in Tennessee every year. He'd tucked it into this sock when he and Mama came to Ireland.
The tree was so beautiful--so perfect. And this crooked star with its tattered tinsel wouldn't look right on it. For weeks, he'd thought about asking permission to put it on the tree, but he'd kept quiet. Now, staring at it here beneath the light of the world's greatest Christmas tree, he hesitated.
"My daddy made this star with a hammer and a piece of tin before I was born, and my mama glued the sparklies to it," Granny had said every year. "It was the only ornament we could afford, and it helps me remember who I am and where I come from."
The wise old woman's words played through Jacob's mind and he gave an emphatic nod. Granny was still part of them, and her star belonged on this tree. He reached upward with it clutched between his thumb and forefinger, wishing he were tall enough to reach the very top.
Then, suddenly, a pair of strong hands gripped him around the waist and hoisted him higher. Unafraid, Jacob hung the star near the top of the tree beside the angel his aunt Maggie and Mamóhad placed there. The lights twinkled beside the star and Jacob could have sworn he heard his great-granny sigh in satisfaction.
Safely on the floor again, Jacob turned to look up into his new daddy's twinkling blue eyes. "Thank you, Uncle Riley."
Uncle Riley grinned his special crooked grin and hugged Jacob. "'Twas already a fine tree, but now it's perfect."
"Perfect," Mama echoed as she knelt in front of Jacob. "I'm so glad you remembered."
A tear rolled down Bridget Mulligan's cheek and Jacob reached out to capture it on the tip of his finger. "Look, it's a heart diamond," he said, remembering all the times Granny had called his little-boy-tears heart diamonds.
Uncle Riley knelt beside her and more heart diamonds rolled down Mama's cheeks. She gathered Jacob and his new daddy into her arms and said, "I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you both in my life."
Uncle Riley looped his strong arms around Jacob and Mama and said, "'Tis the only place I ever want to be--here with you and Jacob."
"Merry Christmas!" Jacob shouted, his voice echoing off the high, domed ceiling. His parents laughed and hugged him, then they all rose and stepped back to gaze up at the glittering tree with its lonely tin star packed with more than one lifetime of memories.
Great-Granny was right. Life was one big, fat miracle and Jacob couldn't imagine it any other way.
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