Guest Blog: Lynne Tagawa Prize: Signed Print Copy of the Book Winner: Michelle

Welcome to Lynne! Just wanted to share with my readers--I "met" Lynne through Blue Ridge Readers and Connections, a Facebook group free to readers. If you love Christian fiction, you might consider joining the group. They have podcasts plus author panels. It's fun to get to know the people behind these wonderful books!

Howdy, I’m Lynne Tagawa, and I’m from Texas, kind of. My father was in the Air Force, and we lived everywhere. Folks have said to me, “You remind me of someone.” Maybe I have a generic face.

Tell us about your book—title and back cover blurb.

A Fallen Sparrow: A Novel of the American Revolution is the third in a series, but it’s a stand-alone.

Ruth Haynes uses the pen name Honorius when she writes for her father’s newspaper. Boston has changed beyond recognition, and her Loyalist views soon get her in trouble. With war looming, what will their family do? Jonathan Russell hides a guilty secret. The Battle of Bunker’s Hill sweeps him and his Shenandoah Valley family into the war. The unthinkable happens, and he’s forced to deal with both his grief—and his guilt. Lieutenant Robert Shirley is summoned by his godmother and introduced to the Earl of Dartmouth, who charges him to gather intelligence in Boston. He is horrified but must obey.

Excerpt:

Robert scanned the streets again. It was foolhardy for a woman to come to Philadelphia. At this hour, the only soldiers about were foxed and looking for a good time.

Movement caught his eye. A man strode down Walnut, probably a Quaker by his dress, bearing a haversack. The broad-brimmed hat shadowed his features—

Wait. He watched as the man slowed and looked about. There was something strange about his gait. He was tall, but—no, this was no man.

His heart thudded in his chest. Ruth? Disguised as a man?

The woman passed near a streetlamp, and he caught a glint of red-gold hair, tied back like a man’s.

Hannah.

He gasped and stiffened. She hadn’t seen him, standing across the way in a puddle of shadow. He needed to stay close. He waited until she neared the jail, then crossed the street.

If he spoke, she’d recognize him—wouldn’t she? His regimentals felt heavy on him, a malignant weight—malignant in her eyes. He tugged his hat down. He’d change his voice. Mimic Lord Dartmouth’s cool vowels.

“May I help you?” The moment of truth. Would she recognize him?

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(The picture above is the author's daughter-in-law (her cover photographer) making adjustments to the cover model's costume. Very cool, right?).

Lynne: It’s beyond hot where I live. What’s your favorite cooling summer drink? I like fizzy flavored water, myself. My husband just bought me a mango version.

Who is looking forward to fall? Here in South Texas, September is still summer. We have to wait for October.

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Thank you, Lynne, for joining us! I'm off to have some half-and-half sweet tea. :)