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Looking Out The Window: Izzy James Talks About Her New Book, The Shopkeeper's Widow. Gives Away An E-Book

 


A Warm Welcome to Izzy James


To enter to win the e-Book of The Shopkeeper's Widow leave an email address and a comment below.

Hi Izzy, lots of writers were avid readers as children. What about you? If so, what did you read?

Yes, and I still am. I pretty much read whatever I could get my hands on. I fell in love with reading when my Dad took my sisters and I to the library the first time. I got a book and the character in the book saw letters with colors. And I thought “Me too!” I requested a lamp to read by at night and I never looked back. 

Let's talk about your writing. What themes do you write about?

Lately my themes have been about freedom and second chances.

Are you a plotter or pantzer?

A mix. I start with a general outline that changes as I go as the characters come to life and tell me just what they think should happen next. 

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?

Write. Read. Write some more. Read books on craft—anything by James Scott Bell—and practice what they say.

What are you working on right now?

A sequel to last year’s Christmas novella, Max. It’s called Garrett. And a novella prequel to The Shopkeeper’s Widow. Working title The Woodcarver’s Granddaughter.

Izzy Shares A Comforting Bible Verse 

My favorite verse changes from time to time of course, but one of the verses of my life is 

Psalm 139:1-2

“O Lord, You have searched me and known me. 

You know my downsizing and my uprising: You understand my thought afar off.”

The Lord gave me this verse a long time ago when I was going through difficult time. I just couldn’t understand why I was having such a hard time controlling whatever it was. Right now I don’t remember what the struggle was, but I do remember His solution. He understands my thoughts afar off. All those odd-ball things that come to me and I don’t know where it came from—He does. And He loves me anyway. He gets me!  I love that verse.

A Favorite Recipe

My daughter and I started looking into vintage recipes a couple of years ago when I was recovering from my first back surgery. I bought the kindle book version of Fannie Farmer 1896 Cook Book: The Boston Cooking School. This recipe comes from Chapter XXX.

Oh, what fun.

Vanilla Wafers

1/3 cup butter and lard in equal proportions

1 cup sugar

1 egg

1/4 cup milk

2 cups flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons vanilla

Cream the butter, add sugar, egg well beaten, milk, and vanilla. Mix and sift dry ingredients and add to first mixture. 

Chill thoroughly. Toss one-fourth of mixture on a floured board and roll as thinly as possible; shape with a small round cutter, first dipped in flour. Place near together on a buttered sheet and bake in a moderate oven. Gather up the trimmings and roll with another portion of dough. During rolling, the bowl containing the mixture should be kept in a cool place, or it will be necessary to add more flour to dough, which makes cookies hard rather than crisp and short.



About The Shopkeeper's Widow

Delany Fleet, a widowed former indentured servant living in the colonial port of Norfolk, Virginia, dreams of having an estate of her own where she will never have to compromise her freedom.

When the only man she ever loved shows up with a load of smuggled firearms, Delany is forced to leave her home and her livelihood to protect her family and property from Lord Dunmore's raids and the conniving plots of a man who claims to be her friend. 

Now, with her destiny forever altered, Delany must find a new way to happiness. Can reconnecting with her husband's family and a former love be the path that God has for her?

Excerpt:

Delany swung back into her shop looking for something to punch and rushed right into Field Archer’s chest. At once surrounded by strong arms and a strong need to bathe, Delany forgot to breathe. 

“Aunt Delany,” Ben laughed “Mr. Archer is here to see you.” 

“So I see, Ben.” She looked up into his twinkling brown eyes and stepped back a proper distance. Of course his height had not changed, but he had filled out. His chest was broad and solid. She pulled her hands back to her chest before she let them slide over to his shoulders. It was Field Archer. He was right here in her shop. 

“Mrs. Fleet.” His baritone strummed a girlish cord of humiliation that she thought long gone. 

Before she could respond, the door opened again. 

“Well, Mrs. Fleet, that’ll show them, won’t it?” John Crawley’s fat face was slick with glee. His small black eyes gave her the usual once over that made her feel exposed. She squelched a shudder and moved behind the counter. 

Field turned his back to them and moved toward the toy shelves. 

“The association will back down now.” Crawley wiped his hands down the front of his brown frock coat. “It won’t be long before we can get our ships out of here. We are saved, Mrs. Fleet.”

“What does his lordship want with a printing press?” 

“To silence the dirty-shirts.”He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his coat. “No voice. No followers.” 

“It remains to be seen, Mr. Crawley, what the militia will do.” 

“We just saw what those yellow-bellies will do.” He bent forward over the counter, enough that she could smell his luncheon ale. “It will all be over soon, and we can get back to business.” 

“Was there something you needed, Mr. Crawley?” Delany stepped back from the counter and took a glance at Field hoping for an interruption. Seeing only his back, she gazed at the shelf beneath. A new box of wax inserts for missing teeth caught her eye. “Some plumpers for Mrs. Crawley, perhaps?” 

The red in Crawley’s face deepened to crimson. “No, thank you.” He checked his tone. “My mother is in need of nothing at the moment.” This time when he leaned in, the gleam in his eye hinted of impropriety. 

Delany leaned back. 

“Were you frightened?” He rocked back on his heels, looked over his shoulder at Field, rested his elbows on the counter, and breathed a rotten cloud. “I will protect you.”

Over my dead body. "Thank you, Mr. Crawley, for your offer, but I can take care of myself." She came out from behind the counter. "Now if there is nothing else" I really shouldn't keep my customers waiting." After a last glance at her" and then Field" he exited. 

Delany wiped the counter of his greasy imprint. 

When the doorbells tinkled, indicating the departure of Mr. Crawley, Field turned toward Mrs. Fleet. The insinuation in Mr. Crawley’s declaration of protection gave Field pause. Perhaps his mother had been wrong to send him here. 

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Comments

This book sounds so intriguing. I wish you the best and hope it sells well. May God bless you to make a difference in the world.
Carol James said…
Congratulations, Izzy! Funny how words affect us. I love that you see letters with colors! I hear rhythms. Amazing how we're created. Best wishes. The book sounds great.
Izzy James said…
We are fearfully and wonderfully made! Thanks for the encouraging words, Carol😊
Kelly Goshorn said…
This book sounds so good! Congrats on the new release!
Izzy James said…
Thanks, Kelly!!��

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