Tuesday, November 10, 2026
(Peeking Out) from Beneath the Pages
FROM MY WRITING DESK
BLINDSIGHTED is available for pre-order on Amazon NOW (eBook format only). Get your copy while it's at pre-order price ($1.99). That price will rise like a balloon within a short time after release.
For those of you who prefer print books...I've gotcha covered. Amazon does not offer pre-order for print books, but...I DO. I've recently set up my online store (check it out on my website), and I've made this book available for pre-order. You can order now, and I will sign your book and send it to you.
FULL DISCLOSURE: If you order on Amazon, you'll likely have the book in hand within a few days. If you order through me, your delivery will be delayed because I have to wait for my initial author order to arrive on MY doorstep before I can send it to YOURS. The whole process could eat up a month or so (hopefully not, but worst-case scenario). So delivery for pre-orders in print will be slower than ordering from Amazon, but you'll received a SIGNED COPY and maybe even another little goodie or two, as well.
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| BLINDSIGHTED Bookplate, ready for signature. |
Okay, so I'm excited about all of this, and really look forward to being able to sign books for those of you who like to have the author's autograph. Choice is entirely yours, but at least you have the option. That definitely gets my vote! :)
From Our Guest Author: Kimberly Keagan
The Book War and a Family Tree
Kimberly Keagan
About six years ago, I was researching a friend’s family tree when I came across a New York Times article about booksellers who’d gathered in Brooklyn in 1895 to protest department stores. This had nothing to do with my friend’s family, but if you’ve ever spent an afternoon reading old newspapers, you know how easy it is to get sidetracked. I kept reading. Eventually, that detour led to my first novel.
The booksellers had good reason to complain. Department stores were selling books at deep discounts to bring shoppers through the doors. A woman might come in for a bargain on a novel and spot a length of silk on her way to the book counter. If she bought both, the store didn’t need to make much on the book. The bookseller down the street couldn’t afford to do the same.
I found more about similar disputes in The Philadelphia Times and the Buffalo Evening News. My favorite suggestion came from the Philadelphia paper: if department stores sold cheap books to get ladies to buy silk, why shouldn’t a bookseller sell silk below cost to get them to buy books? I could almost hear the fellow who came up with that idea, and I rather liked him.
This is what I enjoy about old newspapers. A census record might tell me someone’s great-grandfather was a bookseller. The newspaper gives me a better idea of what he was dealing with. I can imagine him coming home from the shop and telling his wife about the customer who’d gone down the street to save a few pennies. The family records tell me what he did for a living; the newspaper helps me imagine his day.
As I read, I began to picture Ivy King, a young woman watching a grand department store go up down the street from her bookshop. Suppose she recommended a novel to a customer who’d trusted her judgment for years. How would she feel if that customer thanked her, then went to the department store to buy it for less? I didn’t think she’d take it well.
Of course, I write historical romance, so I also wanted to know what sort of man might change Ivy’s mind about the people behind that store. His name turned out to be William Walraven, and I had a lot of fun figuring out how they might handle their seemingly insurmountable obstacle to love.Their story became Perfect, the first book in my Hearts on Display series. I’m still tickled that a search on behalf of a friend turned up a book war, of all things, and that I got a Christian historical romance out of it.
If you find a relative’s name in an old newspaper, try reading the rest of the page before you move on. See what the neighbors were arguing about or what the corner shop had on sale. Those things were part of your relative’s life, too. And if a search through your own family history has taken an unexpected turn, I’d love to hear what you found.
Kimberly Keagan is a former investor relations analyst and corporate
financial writer (not very romantic) who now crafts Gilded Age historical
romances filled with strong heroines, swoon-worthy heroes, faith, and a touch
of humor.
A spreadsheet enthusiast, she approaches her author business with both
creativity and data, proving that numbers and novels can coexist quite happily.
Kimberly lives in Arizona and enjoys baking, vegetable gardening, watching
sports, and researching her family tree.
Links:
Website:
https://www.kimberlykeagan.com/
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kimberly-Keagan/author/B0DDJNNK62
BookBub:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/kimberly-keagan
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/51478492.Kimberly_Keagan
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/kimberlykeaganwrites
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https://www.facebook.com/kimberlykeagan
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FROM THE PORCH with Haven & Jimmy
Every writer needs a place to escape the chaos of deadlines, tangled plots, and characters who refuse to behave.
My "place" happens to be a cozy imaginary porch shared with two rather unusual companions: Haven, my endlessly patient brainstorm partner and all-round creative genius; and Jimmy, a coffee-loving, marshmallow-hoarding gentleman who claims to know absolutely nothing about anything suspicious.
I don't believe him for a minute.
These two have become part of my writing adventures, offering encouragement, laughter, occasional wisdom, and enough mischief to keep things interesting.
So, beginning this month, I'm inviting you to pull up a rocking chair and join us for a little feature called From the Porch. We'll talk books, writing, life, faith, and whatever else happens to wander up the porch steps.
And here's our first question for you: If you joined us on the porch, what would you bring to share? Coffee? Cookies? Chocolate? Perhaps a suspiciously large bag of marshmallows? Or something totally unexpected and impossible to guess?

Tell us in the comments. Just don't leave your marshmallows unattended near Jimmy's chair.
You've been warned. 😉
Wednesday, October 14, 2026
FROM MY WRITING DESK

Have you been enjoying the little snippets of deleted scenes I've shared here? Only Brushing Wings subscribers will see these pieces that were...and then were not part of the book.
And now, since there'll only be one more newsletter before Blindsighted releases, I'm sharing a little sneak peek from the actual first chapter. I hope it grabs you by the heartstrings and leaves you excited about the storyline, and eager for release day.
Time to see inside, though what she really wanted was to run away and hide.
Closing her eyes, she murmured. “I will be…somewhere else…for a moment. Please stay. I promise I won’t be long.”
She focused. Shut out the gentle shuffle of feet, the polite movement of the city’s elite as they roamed the gallery, taking in her clay sculptures. Kyla simply quieted her own thoughts and opened herself to whatever Daddy God chose to reveal.
Her empty gaze fixed on the stranger’s face as if she could see him, though her eyes had known nothing but darkness since her twelfth birthday. Unable to find a normal voice, she whispered again. “You hide your scars beneath a mask to guard others from the sight, but most–” Her voice caught on a hard knot in her throat. “But mostly, you hide them from yourself. Because…” Now her voice actually broke, choked with tears. “Seeing them forces you to remember something you want to forget.”
And that's your introduction to Blindsighted. What do you think?
Be it ever so humble...
...there's no place like home!
We are almost home as I write this post...less than a half hour from our driveway. Our trip to Phoenix, and then to California, made for a long, tiring, wonderful, beautiful three weeks. I'm exhausted and exhilarated. I'm ready to write, but really, really tired. Anxious too, because my deadline to have Blindsighted ready for publication is rapidly approaching, and this trip took a big chunk out of my writing time. Still, I know God will make a way, stretch the hours, and multiply my productivity in the time that remains. He always does. What a great God and loving Father He is!
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| Tanya Stowe (l), LeAnne Bristow (c), Me (r) |
As I get older, I seem to get more and more emotional. Saying goodbye to my siblings was so hard this time. But I'm very grateful God made it possible for me to see them again. I needed that physical connection with family and very old, very dear friends. Sometimes our souls just need a good dose of time spent in a familial atmosphere, and contact with friends who feel like family. It was refreshing and encouraging in a million different ways.
I treasure my "blood ties," and I also deeply love and honor my spiritual family...the family of God. So yes, I have family galore, and I love them every one.
Please know, Dear Reader, that I love my reader family, as well. You are my reason, and my inspiration, for every book I write...because it is you God wants the words I write to reach. It is your hearts I hope to touch, and your lives I hope to change in some small way. So thank you for reading. Thank you for subscribing to this newsletter, for following me on social media, for reaching out with words of encouragement, for praying for me, and for making me want to write one more book...and then another, and another...




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