Friday, March 27, 2015

Eryn's Single Title Books

Books by Eryn Grace aren't just series of books.  There are also a few single title--the book begins and ends in one book, and aren't part of a series.

Here are the single title books for Eryn Grace:

Forever, Sweet Love

A Guardian Angel's Kiss

Lighting the Darkness

Whisper a Prayer

These are all fun, sweet books where the woman needs spiritual guidance and there's a wonderful man there to guide them along the way.

Check them out.  It'll be worth your time.  

Have a great week!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Eryn's Series of Books

I have a few series of books, written by Eryn Grace.

First up...Christian Romances based on Timeless Tales:

Each of these books have some sort of link to a nursery rhyme or a fairy tale. The characters are named a similar name to the timeless tale, and the relationship between the main characters reminds the reader of the tale.  However, they're Christian romances, so the stories move on from the tale after that initial similarity.

Next, there's the Three Cross Faith set of books.

This series is about a Christian rock band called 'Three Cross Faith.'  They live in the fictional town of Three Cross, Texas, which is south of Midland.  Each of the members of the band are Christian, but the people they meet are hurting in some way, usually spiritually.  Come join the journey of this band, and how they handle the public in the Three Cross Faith series of books.

Eryn also has other series of books planned, some of which are already written.  But the other series have to be finished, first.  Book number five is halfway done as of right now, and will be a doozy.  

Have a great week!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Book #43 -- Published Just In Time for St. Patrick's Day!

New book!  This is a Rick Shilling to the Rescue Novella, that is just for St. Patrick's Day.  It seems, too, that my count was off before--I forgot a book!  So this one is number 43!  I'm fast approaching 50 books for the SweetTale Books name!  Wahoo!


Rick and Lyra have a new client who demands they find the leprechaun linked to a psycho golden shamrock that is a time machine, or she'll kill them all. The team travels to Ireland in search of the end of the rainbow so they don't lose their lives.

Rick Shilling to the Rescue Story 3—NOVELLA LENGTH

First Chapter:

A beautiful blonde woman sauntered into Rick's home office with a sway to her step.  Rick glanced up from his work, seeing Neville standing behind the dame.  Her angled black wide-brimmed hat partially covered her short 1940s hairdo.  She wore a black skirt with a white paisley design, accentuating her hips on her tiny frame.  The matching blouse was more like a long-sleeved jacket, with frill of some sort around the plunging neckline.  A tiny purse hung on her forearm, while her small black gloves rose to meet the handle of the clutch.  Her makeup was flawless, from the red lipstick to the rouge and understated mascara.

Overall, the woman looked as if she'd just stepped out of a 1940s catalogue.  Since Rick had been studying fashion to get Lyra up with the times, he knew class when he saw it.  And this lady overflowed with finesse from her fashionable hat to her pencil skirt.

Rick stood up and lowered his eyes down over the woman one more time, not quite sure he'd gotten enough input for his dreams that night.  "May I help you?"

"You Rick Shilling?"  She pulled on the fingers of each glove to remove it while he stared.  It was mesmerizing to watch her undress, even if it was just her black gloves.

"Yes."  He returned his gaze to her very blue eyes.

"I'd like to discuss a business transaction with you."

"Certainly."  He pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk.  "Have a seat."

The woman sat down and crossed her legs in the tight skirt, revealing only her shapely calf and the slit up the back of the material.  She wore black slightly open-toed pumps, with about a two-inch square heel, and a strap on the ankle.  Very stylish, but not in fashion for today.  It made him wonder where she shopped…or when.

"Want me in on this?" Neville asked.  He'd been standing in the background, also watching the woman dressed in black, but Rick had forgotten about him.

"Uh…"  Rick glanced at Neville, but his eyes kept going back to the woman in black.  "Sure."  He might need someone else around so they'd remember what the lady said.  His mind was that captivated by this woman.

Neville pulled a chair up right beside the woman and sat down.

Rick sat as well, and leaned up, crossing his arms on the desk.  "What's the problem?"

The woman pulled a white dainty handkerchief from her purse and dabbed at her eyes.  The handkerchief had a monogram on it, with the initials EMT on it.  She had a medical background?  Good, because he thought he was going to have a heart attack, just from watching her.

"It all started two weeks ago," she said.  "I was married to Albert, and things were going great.  We were rich, with a pool in the backyard of our mansion, butlers, and even a limousine with a driver."

"So you didn't live around here?"  No one in this area was that rich.

She glanced up at him.  "No.  We lived in South Africa, so Albert could be closer to his job.  He was the CEO of a diamond mine there and we were very well off."  She dabbed her eyes again, but her makeup stayed perfect.

Rick was taking mental notes for Lyra, since she was at her home, cleaning, yet again.

"Anyway," the woman said.  "Two weeks ago today, my uncle Oliver died and I went to Cincinnati for the funeral.  My aunt Agnes gave me a small cigar box that Oliver wanted me to have.  It was his one treasure in his life.  Inside were things that Oliver and I'd used when I was a kid."

"You used things with your uncle?" Neville asked.  "Why would you deal with your uncle?"

"Oh.  Let me go back a bit.  My name's Emily Tinkerton.  I was born Emily Rochet, in Patterson, New Jersey."

Come to think of it, she did have a slight Jersey accent.

Emily continued.  "My father was a member of the mob.  When I was eight, my parents were both gunned down in cold blood inside our home.  I was at school at the time.  I rode the bus home and when I got there, I found them both dead with blood everywhere.  I called the cops and they put me in a foster home until my Aunt Agnes and Uncle Oliver could drive from Ohio to New Jersey to get me.  They adopted me and we were great friends.  Uncle Oliver was a jeweler and had to make trips to South Africa for his job.  I went with him one summer, right after my senior year in college.  That's when I met Albert.  We dated long distance for a year, and then we got married in Ohio.  We moved to South Africa for his job, and I kept in touch with Aunt Agnes and Uncle Oliver.  We were all friends, and they traveled to Africa many times, just to see Albert and me."

"No kids?" Rick asked.

Emily shook her head.  "No.  It wasn't to be.  It wasn't that we didn't try, but for some reason, we had no children."  She paused.  "Anyway, I came alone to the funeral, because Albert was closing a huge deal for the mine.  They'd just purchased more land and were expanding.  He also was dealing with the mineworkers union, who wanted to negotiate more money.  They treat their workers very well, unlike some of the mines, but they were only making triple U.S. minimum wage and they didn't think that was enough.  They got greedy, so Albert had to deal with that and their contract.  Thus, I flew back here alone.  After the funeral, Aunt Agnes gave me the cigar box.  I found my old jacks that Aunt Agnes and I used to play with, a key to a piggy bank that broke a long time ago, and ten bucks in silver dollars, along with many notes Uncle Oliver and I had written to each other.  I laughed at most of it.  But when I lifted all the notes, I found a little black pouch like you'd see for diamonds.  I figured it must be something we'd saved years ago, as a dowry for my wedding or something.  I opened it and this is what I found."  She opened her purse and brought out the black pouch, and then laid it gingerly it on the desk as if it might explode or something.  "Be careful when you handle it and don't wish for anything."  She nodded.  "Take it.  I want it out of my life."

Rick didn't know what to think.  But he reached over, grabbed the velvety bag, and dumped the contents on the desk.  There, before him, was a piece of old parchment paper and a golden shamrock, about the size of a quarter.

"What's this?"  He pointed at the shamrock.

She reached out and slapped his hand away.  "Don't touch it with your hand!"

Rick backed off.  "Why?"

"It's possessed," she whispered.  "The thing has magical powers.  It's psycho!"

Psycho?  Weird.  He wondered about her sanity and if she was the psycho one.  "But it's only a piece of gold metal."  It probably wasn't even real gold, but gold plated steel.  "How can a golden shamrock be psycho?"

"Read the parchment and you tell me."  She sat back and blew out a breath.

Rick stared at her for an extra moment, wondering if she really was crazy.  No one looking that good could ever be crazy, so he lifted the yellowed parchment into his hands and began to read aloud.

"This be the shamrock from the old country.  A magical leprechaun cast a darlin' spell on its gold, that'll transport the holder to any time or dimension of their choice.  One trip to and fro per customer is all it takes, and all worldly goods will be transformed as well."

Rick lifted his eyes to Emily.  "A time or dimension?"  He glanced down at the golden shamrock.  "This is a time machine?"

She nodded.  "Yes."  She motioned toward her outfit.  "These are now my clothes.  I wished to go back to 1947, when a rival diamond company came out with a slogan that would change the face of engagement rings everywhere.  The De Beers Company wisely educated the public about the 4 C's on diamonds—cut, carats, color, and clarity, and had the winning slogan, 'A Diamond is Forever.'  They made buyers think that every woman had to have a diamond engagement ring.  They made a fortune, because ever since that time every woman longed for that diamond.  I wanted to see it happen.  My husband worked for Carated Diamond Company, and I really wanted him to go to De Beers because they had a monopoly on the diamond industry at one time.  They were giants.  Granted, Carated did really well, but Albert would've done better at the competitor."  She pointed at the shamrock.  "When I found that item, two weeks ago, I thought it over for a week, wondering what would have happened if Albert had gone to work for De Beers.  Then one evening about two nights ago, I had a revelation.  I'd go back to 1947, right before the slogan came out, and invest in De Beers, since it was before Albert was born.  If I did that, I'd have the money from the investment and be able to tell Albert that I was a shareholder.  That way, he'd want to go to work there, and he'd be more famous and we'd be richer.  He'd also help them with various other issues."  She sighed, and tears made her eyes glisten.  "Going back in time was the worst decision of my life."

"What happened?" Rick asked.

"Well, I went back to 1947, to South Africa.  I took a thousand dollars with me, thinking I'd invest.  When I got there, all my clothes had turned into the fashion of that day."  She moved her hands down over her to show off her outfit.  "Also, that thousand dollars became thirty thousand dollars of the cash used in that day.  My purse was really heavy.  So the first thing I did was to get a place to stay.  I was only going to stay for a short time, so I went to a boarding home, run by a little old woman with the last name Antonio.  I found out later that she was hiding out from the mob.  I had no idea that the mob had fingered her and the bad guys were ready to make a raid on her home.  They killed everyone inside when I went out that first day to invest in De Beers.  When I returned, I found three dead bodies, just like finding my parents so many years ago.  I also saw the murderer run out the back of the home, and they're on the lookout for me.  I think they gave up after I left, but they're hot on my tail again now, since I went back to our home in South Africa."  She motioned toward her clothes again.  "I look just like when they saw me witness the murder, so now they know who I am and what I look like."

"Wow," Neville said.  "That was bad timing."

She nodded.  "You know it.  I did invest in De Beers that day.  But when I got back, our house had been bulldozed, and I found out we'd moved back to the States, to New Jersey.  We had a big home in the Princeton area, thanks to my investment back in 1947.  However, about two months ago in the new timeline, Albert died, leaving me with more debt than I knew we had.  Turns out, after we bought the house, he gambled all that money away that I'd made with that one investment.  He also had quit the job in South Africa and became a blackjack dealer at a casino."  She sucked in a breath and her face grimaced as she tried not to cry.  "Because I went back to 1947, I not only lost Albert, but our home and all my belongings except my 1940s outfits.  I'm also dirt poor.  Not only that, but the mob saw me and tracked me back to New Jersey.  Because they've been searching for me as their witness for all these years, I'm on their hit list for cement shoes in the Atlantic Ocean."

Rick wasn't getting this.  Why would someone wear cement shoes and go near the ocean with them?  "Huh?"

Neville leaned closer.  "It's said that the mob puts the victim's feet in cement, waits for it to harden, and then throws them into the ocean to kill them."

"Oh.  Murder."  Now Rick got it.  He turned his attention to Emily.  "So what would you like us to do for you?"

"You can't fix my situation, so I want you to take that rotten shamrock and deliver it to the original maker."  She pointed at the golden shamrock lying on the desk.  "I don't want anyone else to get hurt."  She sobbed a slight cry.  "I'm not the only one who's suffered at the hands of that ornament."

Rick sat up, even more interested in her story.  "Why is that?"

"Both my aunt and uncle used it, and it changed all of our lives forever.  If they hadn't gone back in time, my parents would both be alive."

She could've bowled him over with a feather.  

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Happy St. Patrick's Day tomorrow!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Writing Books for the Christian Market

At one point in my career, I published two books with an epub.  I also had an agent, later.  Both of those experiences taught me a lot about writing for the Christian market.

I learned, from both of these places, that to make it in the Christian market, your book can't preach.  It has to be what I call 'Christian lite' to make it, or people will put it down.

Why?  Even if the readers are all Christian, there are different beliefs and denominations.  You don't want to offend anyone.  You also want to bring in the non-Christian sector, to read your book.

Here's an example.  I had a part of one of my books that mentioned a baptism.  It was a full baptism, in a 'pool' font.  Now when I was baptized, the minister sprinkled water on my head.  So I had to do research on a full immersion.  I learned a lot.  I gave it to the editor, and they nixed it right away.  Not every church baptizes the same way, and not everyone believes the person should wait to be baptized.  I took the scene out and it was received better.

I've also learned not to have the characters judge others or push their religion on the non-believers.  If they do, the non-believing characters get upset, just like in real life, unless it makes sense in context.  That's not easy to do, but it makes it easier to read.

However, I do know other Christian authors who think their fiction should always be preachy.  They have to tell the reader to follow their Christian beliefs, or they're doomed.  I'm not so sure that's the way to go, though.  It's not good to turn off a reader.

If you're going to write Christian fiction, I'd suggest keeping it light, and focus on the relationships instead of the preaching.  It'll be just as effective as beating the theme over the reader's head because you may get the reader to investigate more.

Have a wonderful week!
Markee/Eryn Grace

Friday, March 6, 2015

Meet Eryn Grace!

Do you like reading Christian books, especially ones that aren't preachy?  Then you might like the books by my alter-ego pen name, Eryn Grace.

Most of the books are romances and in third person point of view (he said, she said, instead of first person, which is 'I said,' etc.)  I'm working on some other genres for Eryn, such as a Christian adventure, and a Christian humorous mystery series.

For now, Eryn has two series of books out, as well as a few single titles.  Here are her books:

Christian Romances based on Timeless Tales

Three Cross Faith Series

Single Series Books

If you want to know more about any of these books, click on a cover, or go to

More information will be coming next week.  Stay tuned!

Have a great week and God bless you!
Eryn Grace (written by Markee)

Sunday, March 1, 2015

March Newsletter

I Can't Believe It's Almost Spring!

FINALLY!  We're heading into spring!  I can't WAIT for it to be here, either.  Warmer weather is on the way, as well as being a great time to READ!  Just think about it...sitting on the porch in the evening after dinner, reading a book in perfect spring and summer weather.  Wow.  Does it get better than that?  Not in my book!  (That's a pun, sort of.  LOL!)

So get a new book today to celebrate spring!

Have a wonderful month!
SweetTale Books

What Happened At SweetTale Books in February?

Well, I put out a book by Paige Ryter, for Valentine's Day:

Lyra McCabe needs a date for Valentine's Day, or her alien mother will fix her up with a loser cat rancher. So Lyra signs up on a dating site online, as do creatures hunting for blood--especially alien blood. Lyra meets many strange dates, but her Vampy Valentine is the strangest. 

Rick Shilling to the Rescue Story 2 -- NOVELLA LENGTH 

Chapter 1:

"Other World Dating Service. Glampyra speaking. How may I help you?"

Lyra McCabe grabbed her cup of tea and sat at the kitchen table, turning her attention toward the phone. "I need a date for Valentine's Day." She clicked on the laptop in front of her. "I see you have a two-for-one deal for Valentine's Day?"

"Yes. You can get two dates for the price of one, but you have to date them in the same hour. Both dates."

That was odd. "I can't possibly do that."

Glampyra laughed. "That's why the bosses made the deal. It's to hook you in and make you pay full price." She gasped. "Oops. I forgot they're listening to this call. Forget I said that."

"No problem." Lyra didn't have much of a choice. She had to use this dating service, since she wasn't completely human. Her mom was from the planet Chocdoughno Seven, or Seven for short, so she considered herself half-alien. Other World Dating Service should take care of the problem for her, at least that's what she hoped.

If only she could be left alone in her life, but it wasn't to be. Her mother wanted her to date Prince Jasperon from Seven to strengthen some sort of diplomatic ties or something. The guy was a rinjie farmer, but living off his parents' fame. A rinjie was a type of cat that grew golden fur. All Jasperon had to do was collect hairballs every day and sell them on the open market. He wasn't poor, but lazy as anything. He'd do about five minutes of work, put the fur balls on their world's type of Internet, and within minutes, had made a million US dollars. Other than that, the guy had no motivation, cleaned out cat litter, and played video games all day long. In other words, he was a loser. Lyra was better off going to a dating service on Earth than deal with Prince Jasperon. Besides, he wasn't even remotely handsome. He looked like a cat if the lighting was right, and it was definitely right on the picture she'd seen. She'd also talked to him online and the guy made a cereal box look more animated.

Lyra felt the need to explain to this woman on the phone. "I have to find a date today. Mom wants me dating by Valentine's Day, or she'll fix me up with a cat rancher." Cats, rinjies, same thing.

"A cat rancher? Wow. That's a new one. Let me see what I can do to help you." Lyra heard clicking. "Well, I'm going to create an account for you to go online, as soon as you give me your credit card number. Or, you can do this yourself online."

Lyra trusted no one, but was desperate. "I'll do it myself. Thank you for clarifying the two-for-one deal."

"No problem. That offer ends on Valentine's Day in exactly one week, so you have just a short amount of time get in on something that great."

Great? Ridiculous. "No thanks. Have a nice day." Lyra ended the call and stared at the website. It was now or never. She had to sign up or endure Jasperon's cat tales. An involuntary shudder came over her, just thinking about it.

Lyra signed up, and then was faced with the page indicating the type of person she wanted to date. "Outer world, inner world, off-world or in world? What's that mean?" she said to no one.

The sliding glass door opened and Rick walked in. He rarely knocked, but just walked into her house if the door wasn't locked. He also had a key to her front door, but seemed to prefer her kitchen's sliding glass door. She usually didn't mind, because her home seemed so lonely, sterile, and huge. But right now, she didn't want him knowing what she was doing.

He fell into a chair at the table, seated across from her. "We have a new client."

"We do?" She lifted her eyes from the screen. "Who?"

"Our neighbor. Gladys Jenkins. She thinks we have some sort of weirdo in our home owners association."

Lyra kept working, filling in what she could to indicate who she might want to date. "Yeah? Who?"

"The guy living in the dark house at the end of the street. Gladys will pay us a thousand bucks if we find out the truth. Since she's on the homeowner's counsel, I couldn't say no. She knows what we do for a living."

"Good to know." But Lyra kept working, not even glancing at Rick.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Uh-huh." But she couldn't care less.

All of a sudden, she felt a presence behind her. "You're being too vague. 'Employed' will get you some guy who cleans sewers for a living."

She covered the screen with her arm and turned to look at his face. "This is personal."

"I see that." He grinned. "So you're signing up for a dating service?"

"Yeah. So?"

He sat back down. "Your mom's on your case again?"

Lyra nodded. "She's fixing me up with Prince Jasperon if I don't find a date for Valentine's Day. I have one week, exactly. Next Saturday at this time, I could be dealing with Jasperon if I don't hurry."

Rick grimaced and sucked in a breath. "Rinjie boy? He smells like cat urine and looks feline. Rumor has it that he grooms himself with his tongue. You do realize that, right?"

She sighed. "At least. He's really no one I want to date. Ever. I met him over the Internet and he was boring with a capital B. Don't tell anyone, but I need to move on to someone from Earth so I can date them here."

Rick ran his hand over the table. "You know, there are single men right in your neighborhood."

Lyra rolled her eyes. "I'm not dating you. We're coworkers and that's the kiss of death if we date."

He sighed. "Fine. Have it your way, for now. Eventually, you're going to change your mind, but go ahead and play the dating game right now." He reached out and spun the laptop toward him. "What do you have so far?"

"Well, I want someone who's employed. I'm stuck and am thinking off-world."

"I don't think 'off-worldly' is what you think it is. I doubt they know they have aliens here."

"No? What else would you put if you want someone half-alien and half earthling?"

"Off-world." He chuckled. "Yeah, I know. It's stupid and really vague. Okay. Employed." He put both of his hands on the keyboard. "Let me help you with the rest. This is going to take me two minutes and I'll find someone wonderful to date. But you'll still want me after this wonderful man skips town."

"Then don't find me someone who'll skip town and I won't have that dilemma to deal with."

"Not to worry, dear Lyra. I'm going to find someone great, just for you." He chuckled and did a quick glance around her home before he got back to work. "Done." He turned the laptop back toward her. "Keep an eye on your inbox and see who responds. I think you'll find what you think is the man of your dreams, when he's really sitting right here in front of you."

She could only imagine what Rick had signed her up for. How bad could it be, after all? 


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Home Made Food!
I decided to learn to cook.  I know, it must be a sign of the apocalypse or something, because I'm a lousy cook.  But I've been making online recipes that are delicious.  I change them when I can to accommodate just three of us (two of our kids are in college) and make them lighter when I can.

Here's are some of the recent recipes I made that turned out fantastic:
Pounded Almond Chicken (used chicken broth instead of the tequila, since we're really not drinkers)
Creamy Lasagna Roll-ups
Potato topped Mini-Meatloaves (I changed this one a lot, to my meatloaf recipe, with parm cheese on top, and then home made mashed potatoes on top of that, with more parm cheese on top of that)
Sunday Oven Pot Roast--I bought a dutch oven for this and it was WELL worth the investment.  Delicious recipe!

Do you have any great recipes for me to try?  I love making new things now...something I never thought I'd say.

Where to keep up with me

I have five blogs, posting them over six days out of the week.  See all the feeds here:

I'm off to work on three books that I'm working on, so stay tuned!

Have a wonderful month!!!
SweetTale Books