Professional Reviewer has this to say:

Written in the first person, this is an engaging romance, a story of family, and of life involving military personnel. The respect and admiration for those who serve in the military shines through, as well as the care and sympathy for those suffering from the effects of combat PTSD.  With barely a hint of prayer or religious overtones, “Days of Promise” manages to be inspirational without being preachy. …This is a winning and uplifting contemporary romance!
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Book 3 earns Praise of Young Reader

Not sure this is true for all authors, but it is for me. I received a nice compliment this morning. My son, age 13 going on 30 stopped in his tracks this morning to listen to me read. It wasn't that he yearned to be 3 and hear a bedtime story, it was the story that I was reading…Go Trevor!

I've lived and worked with this character for over five years and am now working on "His Journey." Trevor has waited patiently for me to tell the story from two female's point of views and now it is his turn to tell his story. I love the guy, he is continually surprising me and this morning, well, let's just say-- his actions held my son in the palm of his hand with the rest of his audience!

"His Journey" will be Book 3 in a trilogy that I'm writing. "Her Promise" is out shopping for a date with a publisher while "In Her Hands" is off to her first of many polishing sessions. When "In Her Hands" is complete with all her polishing done, it too will go shopping for a date to the publishing ball. I have no doubt that it will find one easier than her sister as "In Her Hands" is a romance while "Her Promise" has a different twist.

Happy New Year!

My New Year resolutions:

1) Walk 3-5 days a week and somehow manage a full hour...
2) Get a manuscript under contract.
3) Dance (waltz or swing) with my husband at our son's wedding (which means we must learn to dance and preferably together.)
4) Have fewer trips to the various doctors and feel better than I do now.
5) Remember to Live today like it is my last, Laugh aloud when something strikes me as funny, Love my family and tell them I love them, not just assume they know.
6) Make resulotion mid-year that will fill my days with joy, happiness, and sweet memories.
7) Figure out how to use the electronics in my life or get rid of them, they've given me enough gray hairs!

What are your resolutions?

Maria Hammarblad said this about her read of Dark Days of Promise

Vicki is a single mom, living with her three children. Her ex-husband is in the military, fighting in some faraway war, and thanks to some help from the closest neighbour Janine, they're doing okay on their own. One day, four men in uniform knock on Vicki's door. She has to tell her children their father is dead, and such words never come easy.

Her ex-husbands death emphasizes the word "single" in a way the divorce never could, and as she tries to cope with a rebellious teenage son and make plans for the future, a handsome banker asks her for a date. Vicki accepts, thinking she's truly alone and that her children need a father figure. These might not be the right reasons for entering a relationship, but it seems logical. At about the same time, Janine's son returns home from the war. He is handsome, strong, and PTSD makes him unpredictably violent.

Gonzales has a knack for creating believable characters. They not only come alive on the pages, but I expect them to appear in real life at any moment. Their thoughts, intentions, and problems are believable. It's hard to describe the story conveying how exciting it really is; it contains just the right amount of danger and adventure to keep you turning the pages, and just when you think you know what'll happen, everything takes an unexpected turn.

The book is classified in cryptic categories such as "Christian books and bibles." I normally don't read Christian books: in my opinion the authors usually overdo it, and the material comes across as a few hundred pages of trying to convert people. Gonzales doesn't fall into that trap. There is religion in the book, but the mentions of faith come naturally, as a part of life for the people involved. She handles religion in an elegant, non-threatening and non-coercive way that makes this book stand out as something that can be appreciated both by people looking for a Christian read, and by people wanting to be entertained by an enthralling romantic suspense.

I warmly recommend the book and I will keep my eyes open for new releases from Shaunna Gonzales. If you buy it, be prepared to shut out the world for a while - I just HAD to know what would happen, so I read it all in one day.

Lovestoread had this to say about Dark Days of Promise

Dark days of promise was a great read from cover to cover. It had just the right mix of romance and plot twists that made me want to keep reading. I was pleased that it was romantic without being graphic.

D.R.Weaver talks about Dark Days of Promise

I could relate to Vicki's circumstances. While my two oldest children were younger than hers when my first husband died, I can relate to the loneliness of being a single parent ever responsible for the children. I remember too well my concerns for my son, knowing that try as I might I could not teach him some things. I could tell him stuff, but I could never understand what it is to be a guy. I don't care how many babies a male obstetrician delivers, he still doesn't really get what it's like--from the woman's view--to give birth.

Sometimes I wanted to smack Vicki, though. lol But we all do stupid things when we're trying to do what we think is best for our children. I can forgive her for being human. One thing I appreciated about her was that she never quite gave up on Kelly who needed a chance to heal. And he needed help to do it.

Trust is a big issue in Dark Days of Promise. My husband is a Vietnam vet, and when we first married, I learned very early not to stand within the reach of his fist if I had to wake him up. He never hit me, but he scared both of us a couple of times. Fortunately, it's rare for the PTSD to show itself now, but it seems still to lurk in that stage between sleeping and waking.

Of course, I'm a black belt now. I think I can take him. ;)

Yearning for an early taste of Christmas?

My personal favorite taste of Christmas in fiction.

With the mistletoe still in hand, he placed it at the back of my head. I felt his fingers entwine in my hair. My heart accelerated its beating dance, knowing a much more euphoric rush would accompany his kiss. More than his first visit, more than his peck on my cheek, more . . . A warm quiver of anticipation settled over me, fixing me to the spot. The music from the movie in the next room swelled, intensifying the moment. His lips brushed mine, hinting of gingerbread and milk. In that instant, I wondered if I’d ever truly experienced such a kiss. The gentle pressure was warm and sweet, inviting me to live in the moment. An experience I’d never known in all my years with another . . . I couldn’t even remember his name. My adrenalin roller coaster revved its engine in my stomach before climbing with massive force in an upward motion before dropping to my deepest core. And yet it didn’t last long enough.

Excerpt from Dark Days of Promise.

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Rachel Anderson has this to say about Dark Days of Promise

Shaunna Gonzales has thoughtfully constructed a realistic view of what life with the military is like for many brave defenders of freedom and their families. I loved the twists, the mentor, and the growth Vicki experiences through her struggles. This book will increase the reader's appreciation for the sacrifices made in their behalf every day.

Sally Pink Reviews has this to say about Dark Days of Promise

Gonzales pens a story that will tug on your heartstrings with "Dark Days of Promise." Vicki Laramie is struggling to raise three children when she learns her ex-husband is killed in Iraq. Kelly Chase has just left the Army and suffers from PTSD. Can they help each other through their dark days to find happiness?

The story opens with a realistic look at Vicki's struggles. Thankfully, her neighbor, Janine, gives her the emotional and steadfast support Vicki needs to get by. Enter Janine's son, Kelly. He's just left military service, but finds adjustment to civilian life a challenge. Despite their attraction, Vicki and Kelly are challenged at every turn. When something traumatic happens to both of them, will it prove to be the turning point both of them need to move on with their lives?

Gonzales' writing style is easy to read and she handles the first person narrative well. The plot moves at a nice clip.

The best part of the novel is how Gonzales taps into emotions. Phillip is the teenager you want to ground for life, yet he's sympathetic as well, searching for the one person to help "ground" him. Vicki is honest and real and raw. Kelly struggles with issues many do upon returning from war. The supporting cast is just as endearing. Gonzales isn't afraid to show us their strengths, vulnerabilities, and weaknesses.

The story has a spiritual element, but doesn't come off as "preachy." In fact, Gonzales does an excellent job showing the power of faith in a very natural way. The story is sweet for romance readers, with the main characters holding hands and kissing. In fact, it was nice to read a "sweet" romance that didn't feel forced. Overall, "Dark Days of Promise" offers hope in the face of adversity and is a heartwarming story. I highly recommend it.

Fiction with Flair Reviews said this about Dark Days of Promise

Author Shaunna Gonzales dives into some very deep and often neglected topics in her contemporary military family novel, Dark Days of Promise. Having come from a military family myself, and seeing the effects of PTSD, I felt the author handled the issues with both respect and realism.

When Vicki finds out her ex-husband has been killed in action in the Middle East, she struggles with raising three children, especially two boys, on her own. Without even the occasional visits of a father, she fears they will not know how to become men. She never expects her best friend's son to have served with her ex-husband, and certainly never expected to be drawn to such a dangerous man. Her children adore him, but Vicki knows he has a dark side. Kelly can be fun and caring, but he also has killer instincts he can't always control.

I enjoyed this story for its depth and genuine feel. The romance is warm, with a few stirrings of heat, but the relationship progresses nicely. Despite a few slow sections, I give it four stars for being a great read and an excellent story of the honor and sacrifice of our military.

Dark Days of Promise Excerpt

Vicki's day has just gone from bad to worse! See what she is in for.

My terrified mind flooded with all the horror stories of kidnap and rape victims. I scoured my memory banks for anything helpful to my chances of survival. At last I settled on a news report about a kidnap victim who'd been found because of fingerprints lifted from smooth surfaces within the kidnapper's vehicle. Opening my fists, I pressed my icy fingers to the dashboard hoping to leave a clue proving I'd been here while my mind replayed the news report. I couldn't stop the trembling as it started at my hairline and traveled to my toes.

"How did you find me?" I tried not to let my voice betray my fear, hoping instead to sound like I was still cold. I adjusted my scarf allowing it to lie in a loose fold around my neck, shivering in my coat in spite of the Jeep's warm interior. My breath appeared imperceptible now.

Will I soon be just as invisible? I stared ahead and uttered a silent prayer. Oh God, please help me ...

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...Watch Your Back...

"You should really watch your back." Farley's volume no longer reflected a quiet respect. His expression became accusing and cold. "I hear Kelly is dangerous. He put someone on the floor at the bank the other day."

"How?" I stopped my question and examined his expression, discovering a weird twitch of his lips. He had intended to shock me.

Bathrobes and Doorbells

Let this be a warning to you ladies. Don't, please don't, answer the door in your bathrobe.

Vicki did and you can see what it is leading to…

"I believe you. I just don't trust you," I whispered.

He glanced down at the bare flesh my robe no longer covered, stroking every inch of it with his eyes. I couldn't contain the delicious quiver wiggling its way through me.

"But you trust me enough to remain here in nothing but your bathrobe. You live dangerously, Vicki."

"In all honesty, you're right." I followed his gaze and righted my robe to cover my nakedness. I couldn't explain it; modesty and fear vacated my being. I found myself powerless to forbid my inappropriate lack of action. I wanted to be near him, to feel his strength. I couldn't help but wonder at his apparent self-control…

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What to do with the Snow and Cold...

I ducked behind the corner of the porch but continued laughing and dodging too much to note any difference in my surroundings ... until a snowball hit glass with a hollow thump. I glanced around to discover why the expected crack of glass hadn't followed. A Jeep sat parked several feet away. The snowball had struck tempered glass. I needed a safe haven from flying orbs of snow and scurried to the back of the vehicle.

I slid to an awkward stop, my color rising with irrational speed. I peered at Staff Sergeant Kelly Chase, once again face to face or rather nose to nose. The effect of his animal magnetism swept over me, taking my senses with it. The intervening days since our last encounter had served to intensify his good looks. I turned back to the fight at hand without muttering even a hint of welcome.

A Year to Remember

This is the year that I am so thankful for.

Except:

Two years later, I wondered if the day for the procedure would ever come. I've handled every "nay-sayer" as diplomatically as one struggling to retain cognitive functions possibly can, including not referring to "Huggins Applied Healing" by name. I know the protocol sounds like it couldn't possibly work, but I've read the research, albeit I promptly forgot most of the technical jargon. My memory often reminds me of the first admonition to consider heavy metal poisoning long before my diagnosis. They didn't have the facts and I cast it aside with all the other wild cures. Third time's the charm, or so the saying goes, that was when I listened, read and became informed.

I found a specialist and drove five hours one way often enough to know the traffic patterns. The amalgams were removed, the highest negatively charged at a time. I then took time to heal before the major surgery was done, without pain killers-- the removal of root canals. Special protocol was followed for those specialized dental visits.

Why is it that powerful forces don't want those living with auto-immune diseases to know the truth? The protocol, as farfetched as it may sound to some, has worked for me.

I've changed my eating habits including denying myself of favorite foods including but not limited to anything with gluten in it, oatmeal, fish, pork and the killer, I say that sarcastically, chocolate. Much of the dietary changes have come slowly over the years long before learning of Huggins and his protocol. After staying away from the specific food items for over a year, any little slip is painful enough to enforce total compliance. Eating right has only been my part of the recovery process in addition to refraining from the use of anything that contains aluminum, as in replacing pots and pans, avoiding antiperspirants--which means deodorants and daily showers, changing toothpaste brands and anything else I can bring myself to avoid. I will continue following the regime for as long as I choose to feel good.

 I'm proud to say that I have followed every specification of doctor's guidance, including one year of doing so little, I thought I might go stir-crazy. The guidelines were necessary in my case due to the heart meridian which the root canals sat on. That and my father, and his mother, both died of heart attacks at young ages.

(As a footnote to my story -- I now walk fifteen minutes everyday that my schedule allows with a goal of 30 minutes by the end of 2013. I have a future goal of walking for one hour each day and dancing without restrictions.)

Finding the miracle that I am so thankful for

Please note: My year is condensed to make it more readable. I will forever be thankful for the dear friend that dared to share this information with us.

Excerpt: 

I find the cognitive function to thank him (my hubby) for his assistance in the yard, the kitchen and now to bed. I refuse to let him help me in the bathroom, hoping to save a smidgeon of romantic dignity. He tucks me into bed.

"Sweetheart." Hubby dares to have a logical conversation with an illogical MS-er. "You've heard me mention Oliver at work."

Nice one. I don't know Oliver though he's been mentioned often so I can't verbally attack the man. "Yeah."

"He's got an aunt who has gone through this protocol a while back and he says she's doing really well. He says he would be willing to share some reading material if you're interested. Remember how he mentioned a Dr. Huggins or Higgins or something like that?"

I nod noncommittally. I've heard about every outlandish, farfetched cure for MS that has ever been thought of, including bee stings, absurd diets, lightning, and scorpion stings just to name a few. Most things have no science behind them.

Harrison showers this latest cure with cautious accolades. This is something he never does. Two days later he hands me a thin booklet.

"This is where we start. I read most of it over my lunch hour and it makes sense. You should read it."

I cautiously acquiesce and agree with Harrison's conclusion. The next step is to become better informed. I purchase the doctor's book and read it, including all the reference material he uses, at least what I can get my hands on and almost as quickly forget most of the information except the distinct feeling that the protocol to have the metal, especially the mercury amalgams and root canals, removed from my mouth will benefit me personally. The next step is finding a qualified specialist and scrapping our pennies together. It will require over $4,000.00 as the insurance companies consider the protocol experimental or "cosmetic". As if being able to walk and stand without losing one's balance is purely cosmetic.

The straw that nearly broke my back

In all honesty, this didn't happen with in the last year, more like three or so years ago. Again name have been changed.

Excerpt:

This neurologist is slightly different from the last, he is exhausting all other possibilities before confirming the diagnosis I received twelve years prior.

I pull into a parking space, my hands trembling. The drive has been uneventful and yet I'm a wreck. I retrieve my cane, angry to have to own one. At least I didn't have to park in the disability parking today. I try not to as often as I can.

My mood is improved to a quiet acceptance of my plight for the moment as I wait to be called from the waiting room. Dr. Williams doesn't make me wait long.

"The tests for Shogran's came back negative so it is a good thing that we sent you in for the MRIs." My fists clench involuntarily remembering how I'd used my last muscle relaxers to be able to cope with the clunking magnet. Thank goodness I hadn't had the dreaded copper taste to deal with while trying to relax for the half hour to forty-five minute, touch-less torture.

"So, do you believe me now that I have MS?"

Momentary uncertainty whisked across Dr. Williams' expression, confounding his bedside manner for a moment before he pasted his pleasant expression back in place.

"We've been looking for everything 'but' for a while now, haven't we? In that time, I feel we've become friends, don't you agree?"

"Uh, huh." I didn't agree, but I wasn't about to burst his bubble.

"Mea, Multiple sclerosis isn't a killer, but you know that. There's a reason I've tested you for everything under the sun before coming to this diagnosis. Quite frankly, it's a slam to my ego and pretty much any doctor's ego to basically tell a patient they have MS. It's like saying, 'I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do for you, except prescribe overly expensive drugs. You are now slated for a very long and painful death.' Long as in, 'until death do us part,' and painful because the nerves are taking a hit and dying every day. Think of a spindly plant that is reaching with all its might for the beauty of the sunlight and its life giving rays only to be singed a little every day. The plant doesn't die instantly, it lives out its full life cycle the best it can until frost or something else kills it."I knew from his tone that it was a prepared speech; it didn't match his fraudulent smile.

 "There are experimental drugs coming on the market, but quite frankly, your number is up. The fact that your first exacerbation was over twenty-five years ago and you are still mobile is very unusual, not to mention your energy levels and relatively low pain. The next flair you have may be the one that ends your run. I don't know if it will be today, tomorrow or next week, but the odds are that it will come. I recommend you do the blood tests now so that when the new drug becomes available you will be at the front of the line, so to speak."

Fatigue keeps me from punching him in the stomach. Gee, thanks Doc, for being so positive.

Why I haven't loved my life.

I alluded to not being thankful for my life in my Thanksgiving Day post. Some may have felt I left too much unsaid. If that is the case for you, then I offer this post today to give you a piece of where I've been coming from.

Please note:

This post and those that will follow in the coming days, are part of a short story that will be published in the spring of 2014 by the Writers Unite to Fight Cancer. Maybe if you like these excerpts, you will chose to buy the book. All the proceeds go to fighting Cancer.

If you like my writing style, I'd love to have you join me here as a follower (if you haven't already) and even better for my pocket book, buy Dark Days of Promise and future books.

Excerpt (names have been changed.) 

Even worse than reporting the doctor's findings to my husband, Harrison, is coming to grips with reality. I have a sister who has lived with MS for roughly thirty years. The reunion when my older siblings decided to relieve her of motherhood responsibilities by doling out her children still haunts me. My sister, dealing so gracefully, is my role model. I praised her once, even going so far as to claim my willingness to have the same disease if I could be just like her. I'd been young and didn't realize what I was saying.

Now I shiver with terror. She fights her loss of balance, motor skills, cognitive powers, and refuses to succumb to needing a wheelchair except for the months she convalesced after falling and breaking her hip while hanging clothes on the clothesline. The day I received news of her heart attack scared the logical thought process from my brain for weeks. MS isn't hereditary, so how did I get it? What symptoms will haunt me?

Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving

Giving thanks for family, friends, life and love. And really all that goes with it.

But just for fun I'd like to invite those visiting today to help me make a list of what we are thankful for.

Cyberspace - to help us stay in touch, even from our Ipads and cell phones. (Okay, not so much for the hackers that make life stressful at the worst possible times.)

The ability to communicate - whether by spoken word, written word, the strains of music or the quiet touch.

Speaking of touch… the touch of a loving pet, you know that cat rubbing up against your leg, a dog that bumps your hand with its nose, not to mention the purrs and the excited yips.

Loved ones - those who accept you as you are, even with your many flaws and gently invite you to grow. And even the estranged family member who hasn't communicated with you in so very long…maybe it is time to extend an olive branch and mend the broken connection. Too hard? Maybe pray for them and you to mend that gaping hole in your heart.

Laughter -- that means the ones that make you laugh, help you laugh at yourself as well as the endorphins released as you laugh. Even the chuckle counts, but the smile, when you are able to make a sound isn't enough.

I love my life. That sounds a little presumptuous, but it isn't meant that way. I've not always been able to say I love life and am thankful for it. You see, this past year has given me some very miraculous blessing concerning my life. I've had a year of change, for which I thankful. Explaining it all requires a separate and long post, as in roughly 5000 words. You are welcome to came back in the coming days to share it with me.

I'm thankful for those I love and those that love me in return, Love that is demonstrated in so many ways. Of course, for me there is the romantic love. I love my husband dearly and am very thankful for his unending patience.

And most of all, I am thankful for My Savior, Jesus Christ and His atonement. His grace humbles me every day. If I did a better job of keeping Him at the center of my life, I would be humbled every hour of every day. I am thankful for His love and His patience. May all of you feel His love in your lives.

What are you thankful for?

Dark Days of Promise excerpt.

"The high I get from killing another man is comparable to any other high. Sex, drugs, it's a rush ... and addicting."

You've got to be kidding! Abhorred, I tried to retreat without a sound until I forgot about the squeal of damp rubber soles on linoleum as I twisted around the door. The squeak echoed across the room. I cringed and hurried to escape, pulling the door closed as my feet took flight.

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Lest any of you feel for me over the Stale Writing Week---don't. It's been a productive week. This exercise was for any writer that hits the proverbial wall. Some do even though it is NanoWrito Month.  And if by chance these tips have helped you in some way, feel free to share them.

(Of course I wouldn't complain if you linked a comment back here to me. J)

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Stale Writing Day 7

Stale Writing Tip: Day 7

Okay, it's been one of those weeks. Let's not drag it out…

…take the day off, dagnabit!

Or,----you can spend the day making up cuss words that aren't cuss words like dagnabit, beetlefuzz, fatosis, halawhatcha…

You get the idea, now run with it (or walk).

Stale Writing Week muddles on to Day 6

Stale Writing Tip: Day 6

If you are a religious person, think of the creation. God didn't stop creating on the sixth day, he lined everything up and took it all to His main character, Adam, and had him name everything. What would your main character name your villain? Your love interest? And every character in the book? Now, go back and have the main character tell you why each name was chosen.

Go for a walk.

It may not be Friday but it is Day 5 of a Stale Writing Week

Stale Writing Tip: Day 5

Think of the last five days as a work week. It's been a bad week. Time to look forward to the weekend. Fridays are always the best day of the work week. Why is that the case for you?

 Humor in the office? Try telling a joke or better yet, writing one.

 Friday after work mean cocktails…for you? Not recommended while trying to write, but if what you've been doing all week isn't working, it's time for a change up.

Dang that Stale Writing Week continues...

Stale Writing Tip: Day 4

Still stymied? Attend a writers group, or start one, and take care to compliment others on their writing. (It helps if you are honest here, but stretching the truth to help another feel good about their work is allowed in this case.)