A.M. Westerling's Blog
January 21, 2022
Reviews, what every author wants
Thank you Ashlynne for the lovely comments on A Heart Enslaved, so glad you enjoyed the book!
"Thank you so much. I got your book today... and read it all the same day. Seriously, I could not put it down! 😊 Your story is awesome and I loved it. You create your characters well, your research is superb, and the turmoil between hero and heroine is excellent chemistry. I really liked Gisela's courage and how she comes to develop a sincere compassion for Thorvald's situation. And I had to love Thorvald for deciding to let her go, though it wasn't to his liking.
And some parts had me really chuckling. 🤭"
A Heart Enslaved
"Thank you so much. I got your book today... and read it all the same day. Seriously, I could not put it down! 😊 Your story is awesome and I loved it. You create your characters well, your research is superb, and the turmoil between hero and heroine is excellent chemistry. I really liked Gisela's courage and how she comes to develop a sincere compassion for Thorvald's situation. And I had to love Thorvald for deciding to let her go, though it wasn't to his liking.
And some parts had me really chuckling. 🤭"
A Heart Enslaved
June 27, 2020
Nothing beats a great review!
Thank you Theresa for the 5 star review for my latest release, Sophie's Choice!
Love this book ❤️
Reviewed in Canada on May 20, 2020
First off, I loved this book. I love the visual aspect that A.M. Westerling brings with her writing. The way that the words really paint a picture is amazing.
I love the way that Sophie really "stuck to her guns" so to speak about her beliefs and desires. She didn't feel the need to change who she was for either her parents or a man. She was simply herself. I was happy that Sophie's attitude and demeanor never change throughout the book. She remained the same and it didn't matter what was going on.
I also really enjoyed "watching" the romance blossom between Bryce and Sophie. Even after the true reason he was there (no spoilers) was revealed she still let him explain and didn't just shut him out without explanation. It really showed that even after that his affections towards Sophie were real and that he did really want to be with her.
The sisterly relationships were also something that was amusing to "watch". Because I have a sister I can say that petty arguments do indeed happen and it was amusing to watch them play out during the book. Sisterly feuds eventually lead to sisterly understandings. Sisters may bicker and fight but they are always happy for each other and have love for each other all the time. Sophie's relationships with her sisters really proved this. Her relationships with her parents was also really amazing. I loved that her parents really took into account Sophie's desires when it was her heart in the mix.
All in all I really loved this book and I can't wait to read the next one in the series. I can't wait to see what happens to the next Harrington sister, if the excerpt at the back of this book is any indication I am really going to enjoy that one as well.
While this book is not like the others of hers that I have read I truly loved the picture it painted. I was able to feel like I was actually there experiencing that (which I am usually able to do if it is well written). I would have loved to have had a more elaborated ending scene but even without that the ending was perfect. I would have also like to see Sophie confront her father about why Bryce was there after she found out but that is just my preference.
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Love this book ❤️
Reviewed in Canada on May 20, 2020
First off, I loved this book. I love the visual aspect that A.M. Westerling brings with her writing. The way that the words really paint a picture is amazing.
I love the way that Sophie really "stuck to her guns" so to speak about her beliefs and desires. She didn't feel the need to change who she was for either her parents or a man. She was simply herself. I was happy that Sophie's attitude and demeanor never change throughout the book. She remained the same and it didn't matter what was going on.
I also really enjoyed "watching" the romance blossom between Bryce and Sophie. Even after the true reason he was there (no spoilers) was revealed she still let him explain and didn't just shut him out without explanation. It really showed that even after that his affections towards Sophie were real and that he did really want to be with her.
The sisterly relationships were also something that was amusing to "watch". Because I have a sister I can say that petty arguments do indeed happen and it was amusing to watch them play out during the book. Sisterly feuds eventually lead to sisterly understandings. Sisters may bicker and fight but they are always happy for each other and have love for each other all the time. Sophie's relationships with her sisters really proved this. Her relationships with her parents was also really amazing. I loved that her parents really took into account Sophie's desires when it was her heart in the mix.
All in all I really loved this book and I can't wait to read the next one in the series. I can't wait to see what happens to the next Harrington sister, if the excerpt at the back of this book is any indication I am really going to enjoy that one as well.
While this book is not like the others of hers that I have read I truly loved the picture it painted. I was able to feel like I was actually there experiencing that (which I am usually able to do if it is well written). I would have loved to have had a more elaborated ending scene but even without that the ending was perfect. I would have also like to see Sophie confront her father about why Bryce was there after she found out but that is just my preference.
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June 23, 2018
A Favourite Summer Vacation Memory
I love camping and I have my parents to thank for that. They were avid campers as well and with our little trailer in tow, they took us on the most amazing adventures up and down the west coast of the US and Canada - everywhere from the Redwoods in northern California, up through Oregon and Washington and even one year a ferry ride from the northern tip of Vancouver Island to Prince Rupert.
But my favorite family camping memories were the trips we took to Pacific Rim National Park, on the west coast of Vancouver Island. In those days, the only road access was over a restricted logging road from Port Alberni out to the coast. Restricted logging meant you had to complete the trip either before 8 am or after 5 pm. We’d leave spot on 5 pm and it was a harrowing 3 hour trip on a rugged (and I mean rugged) gravel (barely) road. Think potholes the size of moon craters and Texas pea gravel (which in oil field slang means large rocks. Ie the size of your fist).
The reward was at the other end. We’d hit the small patch of paved highway linking Ucluelet and Tofino, turn north and a few miles up the road we’d get your first glimpse of Long Beach. The unforgettable sight immediately erased the weariness of days of travel to get there.
We camped on the beach right up against the driftwood, tossed there by winter storms long passed. Coastal rain didn’t faze my Dutch mom and dad - my dad strung tarps and plastic sheeting everywhere. Not the prettiest but we were warm and dry, which is the main thing when out camping.
My siblings and I would paddle in the (cold!) waves and when the tide was low, explore the little island nudging the beach. We’d watch orcas in the bay for hours and on particularly miserable days, the whole family would pile in the station wagon and head into Tofino where my mom bought fresh salmon and shrimps off the docks, direct from the fishermen.
And we’d hike, either beach combing right out our door, or on rain forest trails in search of ship wrecks. There was always time to explore the tidal pools, fascinating mini worlds that only came to life when the tide was low. Wherever we hiked, we’d leave a trail of peanut shells – the snack of choice! I could go on and on as the memories keep cascading but I think you get the idea. After a few years, camping on the beach was banned so we moved on to other adventures but I’ll never forgot those vacations.
A number of years ago we took our boys there - a lot has changed since those early years but the natural beauty still remains.
But my favorite family camping memories were the trips we took to Pacific Rim National Park, on the west coast of Vancouver Island. In those days, the only road access was over a restricted logging road from Port Alberni out to the coast. Restricted logging meant you had to complete the trip either before 8 am or after 5 pm. We’d leave spot on 5 pm and it was a harrowing 3 hour trip on a rugged (and I mean rugged) gravel (barely) road. Think potholes the size of moon craters and Texas pea gravel (which in oil field slang means large rocks. Ie the size of your fist).
The reward was at the other end. We’d hit the small patch of paved highway linking Ucluelet and Tofino, turn north and a few miles up the road we’d get your first glimpse of Long Beach. The unforgettable sight immediately erased the weariness of days of travel to get there.
We camped on the beach right up against the driftwood, tossed there by winter storms long passed. Coastal rain didn’t faze my Dutch mom and dad - my dad strung tarps and plastic sheeting everywhere. Not the prettiest but we were warm and dry, which is the main thing when out camping.
My siblings and I would paddle in the (cold!) waves and when the tide was low, explore the little island nudging the beach. We’d watch orcas in the bay for hours and on particularly miserable days, the whole family would pile in the station wagon and head into Tofino where my mom bought fresh salmon and shrimps off the docks, direct from the fishermen.
And we’d hike, either beach combing right out our door, or on rain forest trails in search of ship wrecks. There was always time to explore the tidal pools, fascinating mini worlds that only came to life when the tide was low. Wherever we hiked, we’d leave a trail of peanut shells – the snack of choice! I could go on and on as the memories keep cascading but I think you get the idea. After a few years, camping on the beach was banned so we moved on to other adventures but I’ll never forgot those vacations.
A number of years ago we took our boys there - a lot has changed since those early years but the natural beauty still remains.
January 23, 2018
My New Year's Resolutions - A Few Weeks Late ;)
Well, this blog post will be an easy one – I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. Oh, I have in the past, mostly to do with losing weight and exercising more but inevitably after the first few weeks, it all fell by the wayside, leaving me feeling guilty and a failure. I read somewhere once that making New Year’s resolutions is like a To-Do list for the first two weeks of the year and yes, that certainly was the case with me.
That doesn’t mean I’m not excited with each January 1 that comes (we won’t get into the fact it means I’m another year older!). The new year is a blank slate, mine to do with as I will.
2018 on the writing front will be an exciting one for me – I will be attending my very first ever RWA National conference in Denver in July. This will be in addition to my usual workshops and meetings, all in an effort to improve my craft and understanding of the business of writing.
The Canadian Historical Brides Collection will be completed this year so that means I’ll be continuing with promotion for all the books, not just mine. I suppose you could call that a resolution of sorts and do keep an eye on my website home page, and Facebook and Twitter pages for information on author appearances:
www.amwesterling.com
www.Facebook.com/A.M.Westerling
www.Twitter.com/amwesterling
Finally, not a resolution but a fact – I will keep on writing!
Barkerville Beginnings
That doesn’t mean I’m not excited with each January 1 that comes (we won’t get into the fact it means I’m another year older!). The new year is a blank slate, mine to do with as I will.
2018 on the writing front will be an exciting one for me – I will be attending my very first ever RWA National conference in Denver in July. This will be in addition to my usual workshops and meetings, all in an effort to improve my craft and understanding of the business of writing.
The Canadian Historical Brides Collection will be completed this year so that means I’ll be continuing with promotion for all the books, not just mine. I suppose you could call that a resolution of sorts and do keep an eye on my website home page, and Facebook and Twitter pages for information on author appearances:
www.amwesterling.com
www.Facebook.com/A.M.Westerling
www.Twitter.com/amwesterling
Finally, not a resolution but a fact – I will keep on writing!
Barkerville Beginnings
June 2, 2017
And it's out!
And June 1 was the day! It's the official Release Date for #Barkerville Beginnings. Cue the band and release the balloons! 😁Thanks to my awesome publisher Books We Love Ltd. for putting the Canadian Historical Brides Series together. #Canada150
Get it here:
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Get it here:
Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/Barkerville-Beg...
Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/Barkerville-Be...
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/bark...
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bark...…
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/bark...
February 17, 2017
The Beauty of Canada
I'm blogging on the Canadian Historical Brides blog spot. I've copied and pasted the text below but click here if you'd like to see the accompanying pictures:
http://bwlcanadianhistoricalbrides.bl...
Here's my first post:
It looks like I’m the last one posting on Canada’s beauty and I must say I have some big shoes to fill. But here goes:
When I think of Canada’s natural beauty, three things come to mind: mountains, forests and water. Lots and lots of water. Canada is listed as one of the top five countries as far as fresh water supply and you see it everywhere, in tumbling waterfalls, placid lakes, and wild rivers, which were the road of the fur traders who explored this country.
Takkakaw Falls in Yoho National Park is one of our regular picnic destinations. Up and in behind Lake Louise, Alberta you'll find Moraine Lake and the Valley of the Ten Peaks. Summers are busy and visitors are taken in by bus. Unless you want to hike, of course!
Anyway, these are a couple of my favorite pictures of the Canadian Rockies. We live an hour's drive away and we make sure to take advantage of it.
Like the U.S., Canada stretches from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean. We have about 1/10 the population so we are a large, sparsely populated, and, (dare I say!?) cold country. Yet nothing can beat the sweetness of a Canadian summer. When the air is velvet soft and the sky darkens from indigo to plum to ebony. We’re pretty far north so twilight lasts for hours.And what better way to enjoy a beautiful evening than being outdoors?
My husband and I are avid campers and our destination of choice is British Columbia. Imagine camping at night, with a cozy campfire crackling at your feet and a canopy of millions of stars overhead.
If you’re lucky, you’ll see shooting stars, or the northern lights rippling overhead like curtains of light, or best of all, a meteor. I like to set out tea lights in the forest.
Imagine too, the silence, occasionally broken by the sough of the wind in the tree tops or the prattle of a squirrel, annoyed because you’re infringing on its space. Or the cheerful chatter of birds: pine siskins, wood peckers, warblers, finches, chickadees, whiskey jacks, robins and jays. Listen to the soothing pitter patter of rain on the roof of the motor home, or how about starting your day not to the buzz of an alarm clock but by finding a sunny spot among the trees and enjoying the peace and tranquility with a fresh cup of coffee?
Speaking of morning, nothing beats the fragrance of an evergreen forest unless it’s the aroma of bacon, eggs and hash browns frying outside over the camp stove.
Actually, the only thing better than smelling bacon frying outside is eating bacon and eggs outside!
http://bwlcanadianhistoricalbrides.bl...
Here's my first post:
It looks like I’m the last one posting on Canada’s beauty and I must say I have some big shoes to fill. But here goes:
When I think of Canada’s natural beauty, three things come to mind: mountains, forests and water. Lots and lots of water. Canada is listed as one of the top five countries as far as fresh water supply and you see it everywhere, in tumbling waterfalls, placid lakes, and wild rivers, which were the road of the fur traders who explored this country.
Takkakaw Falls in Yoho National Park is one of our regular picnic destinations. Up and in behind Lake Louise, Alberta you'll find Moraine Lake and the Valley of the Ten Peaks. Summers are busy and visitors are taken in by bus. Unless you want to hike, of course!
Anyway, these are a couple of my favorite pictures of the Canadian Rockies. We live an hour's drive away and we make sure to take advantage of it.
Like the U.S., Canada stretches from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean. We have about 1/10 the population so we are a large, sparsely populated, and, (dare I say!?) cold country. Yet nothing can beat the sweetness of a Canadian summer. When the air is velvet soft and the sky darkens from indigo to plum to ebony. We’re pretty far north so twilight lasts for hours.And what better way to enjoy a beautiful evening than being outdoors?
My husband and I are avid campers and our destination of choice is British Columbia. Imagine camping at night, with a cozy campfire crackling at your feet and a canopy of millions of stars overhead.
If you’re lucky, you’ll see shooting stars, or the northern lights rippling overhead like curtains of light, or best of all, a meteor. I like to set out tea lights in the forest.
Imagine too, the silence, occasionally broken by the sough of the wind in the tree tops or the prattle of a squirrel, annoyed because you’re infringing on its space. Or the cheerful chatter of birds: pine siskins, wood peckers, warblers, finches, chickadees, whiskey jacks, robins and jays. Listen to the soothing pitter patter of rain on the roof of the motor home, or how about starting your day not to the buzz of an alarm clock but by finding a sunny spot among the trees and enjoying the peace and tranquility with a fresh cup of coffee?
Speaking of morning, nothing beats the fragrance of an evergreen forest unless it’s the aroma of bacon, eggs and hash browns frying outside over the camp stove.
Actually, the only thing better than smelling bacon frying outside is eating bacon and eggs outside!
May 24, 2016
The Great Robin Wars of 2016
But first, a little backstory. I know, I know, that's the best way to kill the opening of your novel but this isn't a book, it's a blog post. ;)
We have a small section of roof overhanging our back patio and it's held up by a post at an angle of 45 degrees. A number of years ago, the robins discovered the little v crotch and have been building nests there pretty much every year.
We didn't mind so much the first year or two because the first robin families we had were quite well behaved. We didn't bother them, they didn't bother us. One year I even managed to get a series of pictures, right from the eggs in the nest to the fledglings to the babies finally leaving the nest.
All was fine or so we thought. However, the next year, an aggressive pair moved in. I don't know, maybe they thought we were thugs, but we couldn't move in the back patio without being dive bombed by feathered fighter jets. After a few days of that, enough, we decided. Once they moved out, no more nesting robins.
Every year after that, any time we saw a nest being built, we covered it up with a blue strawberry bucket. That worked great, so great in fact, we had a few years where the robins wouldn't even try and nest. Okay doke, problem solved.
Until this year. We had a cold weekend early in May and spent it inside. When we finally ventured out a couple of days later, sure enough, there was a nest. My husband couldn't find the blue strawberry bucket so he stacked a sprinkler and a plant caddy (the flat platforms with the little wheels) on top of it. Problem solved, or so he thought. Next morning, lo and behold, somehow the female had managed to wriggle her way through the obstructions and was sitting pretty as you please on the nest. Hmm. Not good. Unfortunately, I did not think to take a picture so you'll have to take my word for it.
Okay, it was time for the blue strawberry bucket. I hauled it out, and my husband placed it on the nest. When we looked out the window the next morning, somehow those two robins had managed to push the bucket off and there she was again, sitting on the nest.
Now, I don't know about you but I really had a tough time imagining robins could move something that heavy but I suppose where there's a will, there's a way. ;)
Once again, we checked for eggs and seeing none, this time my husband jammed the bucket on the nest. That worked! After a few days of flying by and complaining noisily, the robins took the hint and moved on. Victory was ours!
Or so we thought. Only a few days later, a pair of finches started building a nest INSIDE the bucket. We just looked at each other. Now what? Okay, they're finches, how aggressive can they be? Let's give it a go and see what it happens, we thought. That piece of string you see dangling from the front of the bucket? A finch brought that in if you can believe it.
At the end of the day, they didn't stick around. I was out a lot planting pots and such and I think they thought the patio too busy. They're still in the yard because I can hear them but they've built their nest somewhere else. Thank goodness!
A little footnote: If you scroll through my earlier blog posts, you will see the same bucket with a robin's nest on top of it. ;)
We have a small section of roof overhanging our back patio and it's held up by a post at an angle of 45 degrees. A number of years ago, the robins discovered the little v crotch and have been building nests there pretty much every year.
We didn't mind so much the first year or two because the first robin families we had were quite well behaved. We didn't bother them, they didn't bother us. One year I even managed to get a series of pictures, right from the eggs in the nest to the fledglings to the babies finally leaving the nest.
All was fine or so we thought. However, the next year, an aggressive pair moved in. I don't know, maybe they thought we were thugs, but we couldn't move in the back patio without being dive bombed by feathered fighter jets. After a few days of that, enough, we decided. Once they moved out, no more nesting robins.
Every year after that, any time we saw a nest being built, we covered it up with a blue strawberry bucket. That worked great, so great in fact, we had a few years where the robins wouldn't even try and nest. Okay doke, problem solved.
Until this year. We had a cold weekend early in May and spent it inside. When we finally ventured out a couple of days later, sure enough, there was a nest. My husband couldn't find the blue strawberry bucket so he stacked a sprinkler and a plant caddy (the flat platforms with the little wheels) on top of it. Problem solved, or so he thought. Next morning, lo and behold, somehow the female had managed to wriggle her way through the obstructions and was sitting pretty as you please on the nest. Hmm. Not good. Unfortunately, I did not think to take a picture so you'll have to take my word for it.
Okay, it was time for the blue strawberry bucket. I hauled it out, and my husband placed it on the nest. When we looked out the window the next morning, somehow those two robins had managed to push the bucket off and there she was again, sitting on the nest.
Now, I don't know about you but I really had a tough time imagining robins could move something that heavy but I suppose where there's a will, there's a way. ;)
Once again, we checked for eggs and seeing none, this time my husband jammed the bucket on the nest. That worked! After a few days of flying by and complaining noisily, the robins took the hint and moved on. Victory was ours!
Or so we thought. Only a few days later, a pair of finches started building a nest INSIDE the bucket. We just looked at each other. Now what? Okay, they're finches, how aggressive can they be? Let's give it a go and see what it happens, we thought. That piece of string you see dangling from the front of the bucket? A finch brought that in if you can believe it.
At the end of the day, they didn't stick around. I was out a lot planting pots and such and I think they thought the patio too busy. They're still in the yard because I can hear them but they've built their nest somewhere else. Thank goodness!
A little footnote: If you scroll through my earlier blog posts, you will see the same bucket with a robin's nest on top of it. ;)
February 5, 2016
A Viking Treat for only $0.99
Love Vikings? Love romance? Love the two combined?! My book, A Heart Enslaved, is on sale over at Amazon for the month of February.Happy reading!
http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Enslaved-...
December 21, 2015
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! <3
The older I get, the faster time goes by. It seems my life is defined by:
1. Our March road trip to the United States, starting in Las Vegas for the NASCAR race and then heading off to wherever the whim takes us.
2. Tax time. I try and get all the receipts, etc. organized but sure enough it's always a week of scrambling to get everything to the accountant on time.
3. Christmas. Is it really Christmas already?! It feels like we celebrated it just a couple of months ago!
But you know what? The fact that it`s Christmas again is a good thing. It's a wonderful time of the year and as much as I complain about how much work it is, there's nothing more satisfying than sitting down to a turkey and pork roast dinner with my family. We actually celebrate on Christmas Eve, which is the northern European tradition.
This year we'll be 10 people which means we'll all be able to fit around the dining room table without having to bring up the extender table from the store room. After dinner, we'll gather around the tree and exchange gifts. It will be a late night but I'll be able to relax on Christmas Day because my part will be done. Last year we watched all the Indiana Jones movies on the 25th! I can't wait to see what movie marathon there will be this year.
Here's wishing all of you a wonderful holiday season, and a New Year filled with health, happiness, and love. :)
1. Our March road trip to the United States, starting in Las Vegas for the NASCAR race and then heading off to wherever the whim takes us.
2. Tax time. I try and get all the receipts, etc. organized but sure enough it's always a week of scrambling to get everything to the accountant on time.
3. Christmas. Is it really Christmas already?! It feels like we celebrated it just a couple of months ago!
But you know what? The fact that it`s Christmas again is a good thing. It's a wonderful time of the year and as much as I complain about how much work it is, there's nothing more satisfying than sitting down to a turkey and pork roast dinner with my family. We actually celebrate on Christmas Eve, which is the northern European tradition.
This year we'll be 10 people which means we'll all be able to fit around the dining room table without having to bring up the extender table from the store room. After dinner, we'll gather around the tree and exchange gifts. It will be a late night but I'll be able to relax on Christmas Day because my part will be done. Last year we watched all the Indiana Jones movies on the 25th! I can't wait to see what movie marathon there will be this year.
Here's wishing all of you a wonderful holiday season, and a New Year filled with health, happiness, and love. :)
October 8, 2015
New release - A Heart Enslaved
My viking romance book is now available in ebook format. My publisher is sending it out for print over the next few days so it should be available soon in print format.
Here's the blurb for it:
Banished from his homeland for a crime he didn’t commit, Thorvald Stronghawk knows selling the Frisian beauty he’s captured will bring him the blood money needed to regain his good name. When the man who accused Thorvald of the crime is the one buying Gisela, Thorvald must decide what he wants more: To recover his reputation among his fellow countrymen, or tame the woman who has vowed to hate him forever for destroying her home and family.
Gisela of Falkenstead realizes the handsome, self assured Viking views her as nothing more than chattel to be bought and sold rather than a woman with a life and mind of her own. Although her head tells her to escape the man she thinks is nothing more than a savage murderer, her heart has other ideas.
Will Gisela find a way to flee? Or will she find love and happiness in Thorvald’s arms?
http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Enslaved-...
Here's the blurb for it:
Banished from his homeland for a crime he didn’t commit, Thorvald Stronghawk knows selling the Frisian beauty he’s captured will bring him the blood money needed to regain his good name. When the man who accused Thorvald of the crime is the one buying Gisela, Thorvald must decide what he wants more: To recover his reputation among his fellow countrymen, or tame the woman who has vowed to hate him forever for destroying her home and family.
Gisela of Falkenstead realizes the handsome, self assured Viking views her as nothing more than chattel to be bought and sold rather than a woman with a life and mind of her own. Although her head tells her to escape the man she thinks is nothing more than a savage murderer, her heart has other ideas.
Will Gisela find a way to flee? Or will she find love and happiness in Thorvald’s arms?
http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Enslaved-...
