Guest Author: Barbara Goss


One of my greatest pleasures is in learning the stories of my fellow authors. What led them to begin writing, and what was the inspiration behind any of their stories.  Well, this month in my newsletter I introduced y’all to a friend of mine, Barbara Goss. She is an absolutely wonderful Christian author whose goal in all of her writing is to let God use her books to touch someone’s life. What better goal is there than that?

Today Barb celebrates the release of her newest book, Shadows of Deceit, book 2 in The Shadow Series. (You can get this and all her other books at Amazon. Here is Barb’s author page.) are the links to all three books:

Shadow of Regret (book 1)

Shadow of Deceit (book 2) – New today!!

Shadow of Shame (book 3) – now on pre-order

Please show your support of this wonderful Christian author! Purchase her books, and pass the word! And now, a guest post from Barbara Goss on the story behind one of her stories. Barbara Goss has been writing for decades, and the following post is about her book Captured Heart. Barb writes clean fiction about the American frontier around the 1880’s, and has been praised by many for her ability to show the redemptive nature of God through sometimes the most unlovable of characters.





This book has a special meaning for me.  When I signed a two-book contract with Fleming Revell, I’d written Forbidden Legacy and had to come up with another book and have it finished in three months time.  I started writing with an ultimate goal in mind but as usual other secondary story lines pop up as I wrote.  This time; however, I boxed myself into a corner that I didn’t know how I’d write myself out of.
Amanda traveled on a wagon train to California with her family.  When they all died of cholera, she became angry with God.  She’d prayed for them to live, and they died.  Why?  That’s when I realized that I was also in that same position.  My mother had passed away at age 53 of a sudden heart attack.  All the way to the hospital I’d prayed for her life, but she died.  I wondered if God didn’t love me as much as those whose prayers were answered.  I wasn’t as angry as Amanda, but I did have those feelings in my heart.  So how do I write a character out of those feelings if I didn’t know myself?  
I always pray before starting to write and although I had no answer to that story line I continued.  Lo and behold the answer came to me about three quarters of the way through the book… and it was not until then that I compared the situation to my own mother’s death and realized that God had listened to my prayers, but in a long-range sort of way. I can’t spoil the book by revealing it, but it really solved the dilemma for me as well as for Amanda.
In the story, two men befriend Amanda: Luke and Charles.  One was a true friend and the other was an evil man disguising himself as a friend in order to use Amanda for evil purposes in San Francisco where he ran a nefarious business masked as a hotel. (I realize the subject seems inappropriate for a Christian book, but I assure you it was done tastefully and that these goings on were part of San Francisco’s history.)
Amanda has a difficult time separating her feelings of friendship and love.  One man gave her goose bumps and the other a warm feeling in her chest.  Which was love?  When she finally figured, it out she was afraid to reveal her feelings verbally until it was almost too late. 
This was my second book written for Fleming Revell, and I was then signed up for another two-book contract.  I received the rights recently for everything except the cover art.  I converted a paperback copy to eBook using OCR optical character recognition) but not without a few minor problems which a few reviewers mentioned as typos, but they were actually marks made in the conversion.  They have since all been repaired.



You can find more information about Captured Hearts and her Shadow Series, as well as all of Barbara’s other books, on her Amazon author page.



A Peculiar Ramblings Guest Post – Barbara Silkstone

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Peculiar Ramblings Guest Posts
Our guest this month in our Peculiar Ramblings newsletter is Barbara Silkstone, and though she is new to the JAFF world, she is not new to the writing world. If you have not read this best-selling author’s stories, I highly recommend them. Her JAFF books – Mr Darcy’s Dogs, and Mr Darcy’s Christmas – are a perfect combination of whit and charm, and she makes it seem as though writing our favorite couple into a modern world is what was always meant to be.
GuestPostBooks-BarbaraSilkstoneIf you want to expand into other fiction, she has a whole list of wonderful stories for you to choose. 

The Wendy Darlin Comedy Mystery series that includes:  
  1. Wendy  and  the  Lost  Boys
  2. London  Broil
  3. Cairo  Caper
  4. Miami  Mummies
  5. Vulgarian Vamp
  6. Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider Boxed Set.
The Romantic Suspense FairyTales series that includes:  
  1. The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland, Age 42 and Three-Quarters
  2. Wendy and the Lost Boys
  3. Zo White and the Seven Morphs
For a squirt of paranormal comedy try: Cold Case Morphs
True fiction fan? Try: The Adventures of a Love InvestigatorAmazon | Blog | Facebook | Facebook (Author page) | Twitter

And now, here is our guest post from Barbara Silkstone.


My mother was an ardent re-gifter. As a child I could never savor the joy of opening a Christmas or birthday gift because I knew it would vanish by evening, only to reappear days or weeks later, gifted to a cousin or aunt. I learned that gifts were merely “things” that passed through my hands and went on to others.
My vain attempts to hide gifts were always discovered. There are only so many places a child can tuck a china bride doll or a plush white rabbit. My mother would confiscate the object of my affection and place it high in the hall closet shelf where it would be saved until I was “old enough to appreciate it.” I never seemed to reach that magic age of appreciation, but my cousins did. Weeks later I would find the china doll or the plush rabbit staring back at me from some other child’s toy box.
At the age of eleven, I helped my aunt inventory a house she purchased in an estate sale. It became the most exciting Saturday of my life. From basement to attic I scampered with my yellow pad inventorying the pieces of someone’s  left-behind life.
I discovered an old desk in the attic under an eve. The poor thing was barely able to stand on rotten wooden legs. Ever so gently I opened every drawer hoping for treasure, not monetary, but something that would set right my world. In the back of the bottom drawer I found three small, old, crumbly books. My hands shook with excitement as I read the dates. The books were printed in the late 1800’s.
Two of the fragile books were The WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE and contained such chilling classics as THE GOLD-BUG and SOME WORDS WITH A MUMMY. The third book was PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by Jane Austen. My aunt gifted the books to me.
I could not hide all three books for very long without discovery and subsequent removal to that unreachable closet shelf. It would break my heart to see them re-gifted. I read Poe’s stories that very night, committing them to memory. The next day I gave the Poe books to my best friend Patricia. I knew she would love and treasure them as much as I did. And she could protect them from the re-gifter.
I kept PRIDE AND PREJUDICE hidden under my mattress. Reading and re-reading it, I defied detection for months. And then one day I came home from school and the book was gone. The re-gifter had struck.
When I begged for the book to be returned, my mother pronounced it unfit reading for an eleven year old. She told me she would keep it until I was sixteen. That was her way of saying it was on its way to someone else’s hands and I would never see it again. In the coming years I would often borrow a copy from the library, but it was not the same as the intimacy of possessing my own Jane Austen.
My dear friend Patricia and I stayed in constant touch as life took me around the world. Decades after I gifted her with the Poe books, Patricia surprised me by re-gifting them to me. As I touched their tattered paperboard covers, I once again felt that surge of excitement for a treasure rediscovered.
But where was my dear copy Pride and Prejudice? Had it traveled far? Was someone holding it dear? Was it spending the night in loving hands?
My childhood dream had been to write novels. As a single parent I spent years working long hours to support my daughter and did not have the time to write. One day, I could bear it no longer. I began to write with a pent up energy.
Writing light comedy novels soon became my world. I took all that had happened to me in a life lived with humor and spun those events into adventures for comedic heroines who feared nothing and laughed at their own foibles. Stretching in a virtual reach for that top shelf in the closet, I recovered some of what I had lost as a child. It is said that most comedy stems from a broken heart and perhaps that is why I write to help fill the cracks in hearts I’ve yet to meet.
An online friend Elizabeth Ann West told me of the joy she found in writing Jane Austen variations. I read her novels with amazement. It was as if Pride and Prejudice had continued in a parallel universe.
Elizabeth suggested I turn my comedic contemporary voice to the timeless characters of Austen’s novels. At first I doubted I could enter such a respected genre, after all, I wrote comedy, but then so did Jane Austen. Tears filled my eyes as I realized I could rescue Pride and Prejudice from that high-up virtual closet shelf. Darcy and Lizzy could be my fantasy friends, again.
Elizabeth Ann West had re-gifted a childhood treasure to me in a most unexpected way, Thank you, Elizabeth.

With love and laughter,