⭐Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off⭐Love on the Shelf by Sheila Roberts #RomanticComedy

Love on the Shelf, an enemies to lovers romcom, chronicles a battle of the sexes between a misogynist radio personality turned shock jock and the owner of a romance bookstore...

The battle lines are drawn—between a romance-loving bookseller and the shock jock determined to tear happily-ever-afters apart.

Alice Willoughby and her mom run HEA Books, a cozy shop devoted to love stories and the people who crave them. Alice is great at matching customers with their perfect happily-ever-after…she just can’t seem to find her own.

Enter Parker Black, a disillusioned radio host who’s reinvented himself as a romance-bashing shock jock. Bitter from his breakup with a romance author who turned love into a four-letter word, Parker takes aim at the entire genre—and his on-air rants start stirring up trouble for Alice’s loyal customers and their partners. He’s arrogant, aggravating, and absolutely not book-boyfriend material.

Parker’s crusade leads to spirited debates and bookstore protests, but when unexpected sparks fly between the two of them Alice begins to wonder if her favorite trope—enemies to lovers—might actually be playing out in real life. Parker may claim romance is a lie…but is he protesting a little too much?

With sharp wit and plenty of charm, USA Today bestselling author Sheila Roberts delivers a modern battle of the sexes where the biggest question is simple:

Are romance novels ruining love—or rewriting it?

╰┈➤Book Details

• Genre: Romance
• Sub-genre: Romantic Comedy
• Language:English
• Pages: 336
• Paperback ISBN: ‎ 978-0778305828

Love on the Shelf is available at Amazon.

╰┈➤Here’s What Readers Have To Say!

“Sparkles with warmth, wit, and a sweet helping of holiday charm! The perfect stocking stuffer for readers who crave all the holiday feels and a happy ending!” —Rachel Linden, bestselling author of The Magic of Lemon Drop Pie on The Merry Matchmaker


"The Best Life Book Club is your book club book of the year...with her trademark wit and warmth, Sheila Roberts delivers a story nestled inside a story, a novel of pure delight! —Patti Callahan Henry, New York Times Bestselling author of The Secret Book of Flora Lea on The Best Life Book Club


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Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

GOOD GRIEF, ALICE, you’ve got to stop hiding in books. Wake up and see what’s going on around you.”

Alice Willoughby frowned at her older sister. Scarlet had always been a little bossy. Which was hardly surprising, since bossing was what older sisters did, even when they were only two years older. But this was . . . bossy plus. Not nice.

“It’s bad enough that beast king is turning men into lemmings with his stupid radio show and podcast, but now he’s trying to take down your business. You should be going after him,” Scarlet informed her.

“My business?” Alice repeated. “He’s said stuff about the store?”

“He might as well have.”

Scarlet was heated, Alice got that. Parker Black, radio personality and host of the popular radio talk show Jock Talk, had evolved into Parker Black, woman hater. He’d been using his platform to encourage men to quit being, as he put it, doormats. She’d heard some of their customers complaining about him. They were becoming upset as their boyfriends and husbands

began following him for more than his sports commentary. He was the new champion of American males.

Scarlet’s husband Mark was turning into a Parker Black lemming, going out with the guys after work whenever the spirit moved . . . or the spirits called, and spending what he referred to as his money, money he was goaded to spend because he worked hard and deserved it. All talk of starting a family

had been put on hold because their love life was paused, and their marriage of three years was circling the drain.

“You’ve got to do something,” Scarlet repeated as if Alice hadn’t heard her when she first blew into the bookstore.“Now he’s dissing romance novels.”

“I didn’t know anything about that,” Alice said.

Scarlet did the eye roll of disgust she’d perfected by the time she was eleven. “Of course you didn’t, because you hide in here all day and talk about living happily ever after with dukes and dragon trainers.”

Alice could feel embarrassment draping itself over her face like a red flag. But she rallied. “It seems to me you’ve been showing up for a lot of those happily-ever-after conversations when your

book club meets here.”

“Those are historical and we’re learning about history,” Scarlet said, sounding like a total snob. She was a regular at the Back in Time book club, one of four that met at the store.

“You’ve been known to be seen hanging out with the Chili Peppers a few times, too,” said Alice.

That group liked their books smutty and their heroes smexy. Two other book clubs besides those two met at the store, which, in addition to author signings, kept Alice busy most nights. The Closed-Door

Club preferred sweet romances and Darkness and Dragons was all about dark fantasy. Alice sat

in on all the club meetings, selling them books and passing out home-baked treats. 

She didn’t read much of what the Chili Peppers read. When she wanted to escape it was usually into another time, where women wore beautiful gowns and lived on large estates. Where men fought duels, and words of love rolled off their tongues like poetry. But she also enjoyed a good contemporary story, especially if the hero was a millionaire. With a yacht. And a little getaway place in Italy. She was a closed-door girl, preferring love scenes that faded to black like a classic movie. Although she’d been known to give in to the temptation to peek through a keyhole or two . . . and wish. Like she did with every book she read. Sighs and yearnings. Happily-ever-afters. Sighs and yearning, that summed up her love life. Actually, nonexistent summed it up much better.

“Okay, so I like spice,” Scarlet said. “So, sue me. But we’re not talking about that. We’re talking about what this man is doing to you. To all of us.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to do. I’m trying to run a business,” Alice protested. Even though she was only half owner, HEA Books took up all her time and energy. “Anyway,

one angry man isn’t going to affect the bookstore. Almost all our customers are women.”

“Well, Parker Black is affecting men and they’re affecting your customers. Like me! That’s why you need to take this guy on, to fight on behalf of women,” said Scarlet. “This man is a two-legged

virus. He needs to be eradicated.”

“Why don’t you take him on?” Alice argued.

“Because I don’t have the clout you do. You’re the expert on romance.”

On books about romance. There was a big difference.

About the Author

USA Today and Publishers Weekly best-selling author Sheila Roberts has written over fifty books under various names, ranging from romance to devotional and self-improvement. Her humor and heart have won her a legion of fans and made her a popular guest speaker. Her holiday novels have been turned into movies for the Lifetime, Hallmark and Great American Family channels. When she’s not out dancing with her husband or hanging out with her girlfriends, she can be found writing about those things near and dear to women’s hearts: family, friends and chocolate.

Visit her website at www.sheilasplace.com. 

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 A gripping work of contemporary fiction exploring modern motherhood, ambition, and identity…

When Emily, a bright but impulsive UCLA student, gives birth to her daughter Violet, she vows to be the kind of mother she never had: endlessly loving and fiercely protective. But single motherhood is a test with no right answers.

As Violet grows into a gifted and unpredictable child, Emily’s instinct-driven parenting collides with a world obsessed with achievement, social expectations, and expert advice. When Violet’s father, Doug, reenters her life — now in a relationship with Amanda Hoenig, a respected family therapist unable to have children of her own — an uneasy triangle begins to form. What starts as an amicable co-parenting arrangement turns into a psychological tug-of-war over Violet’s future. Emily’s intuition and Amanda’s professional authority clash in living rooms, classrooms, and finally courtrooms, as everyone insists they are fighting for the same thing: what is best for the child. Violet has her own opinions about this.

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╰┈➤Book Details

• Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction
• Sub-genre: Literary Fiction/Psychological Fiction
• Language:English
• Pages: 315
• Paperback ISBN: 978-1948749909
•  

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Excerpt:

Cedars-Sinai, arguably the most luxurious and respected hospital in L.A., was waiting for Emily. Under a moonless sky, Doug seemed to be steering an Army assault vehicle, not a vintage Mercedes — honking, flicking his high beams, and clenching his teeth whenever he passed a car. Was he praying for luck or simply exuding courage? Emily wondered. He was navigating Beverly Boulevard like he'd just held up a bank. Emily was slouched in the passenger seat, the baby inside her kicking.

She glanced at Doug. "Slow down, please."

"Steady as she goes," he said, eyes glued to the traffic flow.

"I don't want to kill our baby."

Doug smiled patiently. "I should have taken you to the hospital half an hour ago, when your water broke. I don't know why you resisted."

"My bad. I wanted to finish watching the last five minutes of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix."

"Seriously? Why take chances?"

"I wasn't ready, Doug. I'm still not."

She didn't have the strength to explain in a hundred words or less to a man she wasn't married to that she wasn't sure about her future, say, beyond the next year or two. She was in flux. Recently, her thoughts had been tossing her into her past, where she had to feel her way out slowly, gingerly, like being in a dark room with sharp objects.

"Ohhhh." Emily's first contraction came with a jolt, body-slammed by a seven- or eight-pound fetus. She and Doug had already chosen the baby's name.

– Excerpted from The Good Mother Test: Not Trying to Heal My Inner Child While Raising One by Michael R. French, Terra Nova Books, 2026. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

Michael R. French graduated from Stanford University where he was an English major, focusing on creative writing, and studied under Wallace Stegner. He received a Master’s degree in journalism from Northwestern University. He later served in the United States Army before marrying Patricia Goodkind, an educator and entrepreneur, and starting a family.

In addition to publishing twenty-three titles, including award-winning young adult fiction, adult fiction, biographies, and a self-help book, he has written or co-written a half-dozen screenplays. These include indie films Intersection, which has won awards in over thirty-five film festivals, and The Reunion. Both streamed on Amazon.

He has also had a long business career in real estate, living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. His passions include travel, collecting rare books, and hanging with friends and family. French’s work, which includes several best-sellers, has been warmly reviewed in the New York Times.

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  • Sub-genre: Spiritual Self-Help/Discipleship/Christian Leadership

  • Language:English

  • Pages: 124

  • Paperback ISBN: 979-8368097947

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About the Author

In 2012, Luke Uebelher began serving and supporting the needs of sex-trafficking and domestic violence survivors by working in partnership with ministries that are led by trafficking and abuse survivors. Under the guidance and leadership of his pastors, his ministry expanded to also serving and supporting the needs of homeless Military Veterans, and ministries in the Philippines. Luke and his wife Maggie were married in 2018 and have a home in the Philippines. Luke travels between the United States and the Philippines for business and ministry services. 

Luke’s latest book is The Faithful, The Fearful & The Foolish: Living for God in Troubled Times.

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⭐Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off⭐Your Ghost: A Memoir of Love, Loss and the Echoes That Remain by Marie McGaha #Memoir

 

 Your Ghost is an honest look at grief through the eyes of a woman loved deeply, lost suddenly, and is learning to live with the echo of loss left behind...

Your Ghost: A Memoir of Love, Loss and the Echoes That Remain is a searing, faith-anchored memoir of love, loss, and the long road back to oneself. When Marie’s husband dies without warning, her world fractures in an instant, leaving her to navigate the brutal, unfiltered landscape of grief. In the quiet of an empty house and the chaos of a shattered heart, she wrestles with God, memory, and the haunting presence of the man she can no longer touch but cannot let go.

Told with unflinching honesty and spiritual depth, Your Ghost traces the intimate, day-by-day unraveling and rebuilding of a woman who refuses to let tragedy define the rest of her life. As she confronts guilt, loneliness, anger, and the strange moments when his nearness feels almost tangible, Marie discovers that grief is not a straight line but a sacred, winding path. What emerges is a story not only of devastation, but of resilience—a testament to enduring love, stubborn hope, and the quiet miracles that carry us forward when we think we cannot take another step.

╰┈➤Book Details

• Genre: Memoir
• Sub-genre: Survival Biographies
• Language:English
• Pages: 105
• Hardcover: 979-8252998060 

Your Ghost is available at Amazon.

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“You will feel every emotion, especially the pain, of losing your soulmate unexpectedly as you read this deeply spiritual journey of recovery. This kind of loss is painful, emotionally draining and physically crippling. Through every stage of grief, Ms. McGaha helps us understand how we can begin to breathe again and move forward. I cried, I felt her pain and rejoiced as the agony slowly began to leave. The best book I've ever read about grief and recovery. A must read for anyone experiencing the loss of a loved one. Also, it's proof God is still beside us at our lowest point… (this is) a woman trying to hang onto life. A life that crashed and burned unexpectedly… very inspiring.” - Vicki L.

 

"A beautifully written, heart-wrenching examination of deep-held grief, Marie McGaha pulls the reader in with her dynamic and impactful imagery, compelling us to understand her tragedy—the caregiving and ultimate loss of the one love of her life, her husband, Nathan. The thoughts, the analysis, and the unfolding of this unwanted, unasked-for journey from a woman familiar with grief are, at times, more than one can bear. Yet the sheer poetry, interwoven with the Word of God, brings us fully into the author’s world with brilliance. Her deeply personal exploration of grief—from exhaustion, to numbness, to heightened awareness—is extraordinary, leaving the reader with a greater understanding of our own journeys through death and loss. This is a journey that, once entered, will not easily be forgotten—a powerful and necessary read for anyone who has known love and loss." - Linda W.

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｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Tender

❤️ྀི Haunting

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Honest

❤️ྀི Faith-Anchored

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Intimate

Excerpt:

The Night My Life Ended

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints, (Psalm 116:15)

T.S. Eliot wrote, “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.” Mine ended with a heart-shattering, gut-wrenching scream that came from a place so deep and primal, I wasn’t aware it was me.

Grief is not a single moment. It is a rupture, a tearing open of the world I thought I knew. The day my husband died, the stillness of our house pressed in on me. The hospital bed in our living room, the night falling beyond the windows, the chill of November air beginning to set in. 

Inside those walls, everything I knew was ending. Twenty-three years of marriage, twenty-three years of shared laughter, arguments, plans, and dreams — gone with his last breath. The future we imagined together went up in smoke, like fog on a misty morning when the sun comes up, but today, there would be no sunrise.

Cancer is sinister. It is a thief, stealing moments, years, and dreams. It is a murderer, taking lives with no remorse. It is sadistic, tormenting the body while mocking the soul. It is raw, stripping away dignity, leaving only pain and silence.

Cancer does not simply arrive; it invades. It creeps into the corners of a home, into the rhythm of daily life, until everything revolves around its demands. It is not just a medical condition — it is a shadow that stalks, a cruel presence that reshapes love into labor and hope into survival.

At home, I became his caregiver. Our house transformed into a place of quiet battles —  pill bottles lined up on the counter, blankets folded and refolded, the rhythm of care replacing the rhythm of ordinary life.

I watched him grow weaker, his body betraying him day by day. He lost weight until his clothes hung loose, until his frame seemed too fragile for the man I had known. His voice grew softer, his steps shorter, until walking across a room was no longer possible. The walls of our home became boundaries he could not cross, and I learned that love sometimes means bearing witness to limits I cannot change.

There is cruelty in watching someone I love fade within the walls once filled with laughter. I cooked meals he could no longer eat, held cups he could no longer lift, and sat beside him when sleep became his only refuge. Love became labor, and labor became love.

And yet, even in illness, there were moments of tenderness. His hand reaching for mine, his eyes searching for reassurance, the quiet gratitude in his smile when I tucked the blanket around him. We had built a life together — birthdays, holidays, ordinary Tuesdays — and even as his body failed, the love we shared remained intact.

That night, I held him in my arms, his body nestled between my legs on the bed. I whispered to him that he was a good husband, a good father, that our marriage was the anchor of my life. I wanted my words to be the last thing he heard, my embrace the last place he rested.

It would be the last time I felt his body next to mine, the last time I felt his heart beating against me, the last time I would hear his breath, smell his scent, and hold him close.

The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing, each inhale and exhale a fragile thread tying him to this world. I counted them, knowing one would be the last. When it came, the silence was deafening.

I felt the world split open. My scream tore through the night, raw and unrecognizable. It came from a place beyond language, beyond thought — a primal sound that announced the end of everything I knew. Twenty-three years of love collapsed into that silence, leaving me in a foreign world where nothing was familiar.

I am a Christian. I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I believe in prayer. I prayed for my husband. I requested others to pray. But God had no miracles that day.

Faith did not shield me from loss. Prayers did not stop the silence from coming. I had believed in a God who could part seas, heal the sick, raise the dead. But on that night, there was no parting, no healing, no raising. 

There was only the stillness of a body that would never move again, and the echo of prayers unanswered. 

Grief has forced me to wrestle with faith in ways I never imagined. I still believe, but belief now carries scars. 

I believe in God, but I also know that miracles are not guaranteed. 

I believe in prayer, but I also know that sometimes the answer is silence.

Grief is disorienting. Time fractures. The minutes after his death stretched into eternity, yet the house around me remained unchanged. The bed was still there, the blankets still rumpled, the November night still pressing against the windows. 

But everything inside me had collapsed.

His absence was everywhere — in the empty chair at the table, in the silence where his laughter used to be, in the bed that suddenly felt too large. I found myself reaching for him in the night, only to grasp at emptiness.

The scream that escaped me that night became an echo inside me. It reverberated through the days that followed, through the funeral, through the endless paperwork and condolences. 

People told me I was strong, but strength felt like a mask I wore to survive. Inside, I was broken.

The world became foreign. Simple things — grocery shopping, answering the phone, folding laundry — felt alien, stripped of meaning. 

Every plan we had made together dissolved. Trips we would never take, anniversaries we would never celebrate, grandchildren he would never hold. 

The future was gone, erased in an instant.

Grief is not linear. It is tidal. Some days it recedes, leaving me with quiet memories. Other days it crashes over me, pulling me under. 

I have learned to breathe in the undertow, to let the waves come, because they carry him back to me in fragments — his laugh, his touch, his presence in the ordinary moments of our life together.

I have discovered that grief is not something to get over. It is something I carry. It reshaped me, redefined me. 

I am a wife but no longer married. 

I am a wife who is no longer a part of a couple. 

I am a wife who is single.

Sleep has become nearly impossible. It is short moments of dreams where we are together, laughing, holding hands but I awaken, and he is gone. Again.

I became a version of myself that I don’t recognize. Nothing is the same, yet everything is the same. I have aged. My hair whiter, my eyes duller, my smile less bright, my laughter comes less often. 

I am a version of myself that is learning to live without my heart. I am learning to embrace grief as a part of who I am rather than an enemy who stalks me.

The stages of grief laugh at me. Some days they attack all at once, trampling on me, battering me relentlessly. Other days, they leave me in peace. 

It’s nearly five years later and my husband is still gone. He is dead and I am the ghost that wanders through the house.

And yet, even in grief, I remember the life we built. The way he held my hand at the movies. The way we danced in the kitchen while dinner simmered on the stove. The way he kissed me goodnight, every night, for twenty-three years. 

These memories are both balm and blade — they soothe me and they cut me open.

I remember our wedding day, the nervous laughter, the vows spoken with trembling voices, the joy of promising forever. I remember the births of our grandchildren, the way he cried when he first held them, the way he whispered their names like prayers. 

I remember vacations where we got lost on back roads and laughed until our stomachs hurt. I remember quiet mornings with coffee, the news-paper spread across the table, his hand reaching for mine without thinking.

These memories are the architecture of my grief. They remind me of what was, and of what will never be again. They are proof that love existed, that it thrived, that it shaped me into who I am.

Eliot wrote of the world ending with a whisper. Mine ended with a scream. But grief has taught me that endings are not silent, nor are they final. They reverberate, echoing through the lives of those left behind.

My scream was not just the sound of loss — it was the sound of love refusing to be silenced. And though my husband is gone, that love remains — fierce, enduring, and unbroken. 

The world may be foreign now, the future erased, but the love we shared is indelible. It is the sunrise that will never come yet still glows inside me.

– Excerpted from Your Ghost: A Memoir of Love, Loss and the Echoes That Remain by Marie McGaha, Dancing with Bear Publishing, 2026. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

Marie McGaha is an award-winning writer whose work includes clean historical romances, Christian devotionals, and heartfelt children’s books. A storyteller at her core, she weaves faith, resilience, and gentle humor through every page she writes.

She makes her home in southeast Oklahoma, in the foothills of the Ouachita Mountains, where life is anything but quiet. Her days are shared with four spoiled dogs, a crippled rooster with more attitude than feathers, a noisy guinea who believes it runs the place, a couple of flighty hens, and a watchful roo who keeps an eye on everything that moves. This lively little farm—equal parts sanctuary and circus—provides endless inspiration, companionship, and the kind of grounding only God’s creation can offer.

Whether she’s crafting a tender love story, guiding readers through Scripture, or bringing the Bible to life for children through animal characters, Marie writes with a voice shaped by faith, loss, healing, and the stubborn hope that refuses to let go. Her work reflects the heart of a woman who has walked through fire and come out carrying stories worth telling.

You can also join her for daily devotionals on YouTube at @HeReignsChurch, where she shares encouragement, Scripture, and the steady reminder that hope is still alive. You can contact her by email: church.hereigns@gmail.com. 

Marie’s latest book is Your Ghost: A Memoir of Love, Loss and the Echoes That Remain.

Visit her blog at authormariemcgaha.blogspot.com. 

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Food, family, friends and a few dead bodies…

RCMP officer Winston Windflower’s rare afternoon off gets interrupted when a hit and run turns into murder and he must pull together a team of Mounties from Newfoundland to resolve the crime. Following the money and fentanyl— and bodies—Windflower and his team join forces with police officers in southern Ontario to take down an international drug-smuggling ring.

Windflower must face personal doubts and fears when fellow Mountie Fil Romano is kidnapped. While the higher-ups at HQ make plans to give safe passage to the drug lords in return for Romano’s life, Windflower worries Romano will get caught in the crossfire. Windflower again looks to his friends and allies for help in the difficult hours and days ahead. 

╰┈➤Book Details

• Genre: Mystery
• Sub-genre: Cozy Mystery/Police Procedural
• Language: English
• Pages: 278
• Paperback ISBN: TBA

A Change in Plans is available at Amazon.

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Excerpt:

Summer was nearing its end in the small town of Grand Bank on the eastern shore of Canada. Winston Windflower, husband, father and RCMP officer, was enjoying some quiet time while his wife, Sheila Hillier, and their two girls, Amelia Louise and Stella, were in St. John’s for their annual back-to-school shopping spree. He was alone except for his four-legged friends. Lady, an eight-year-old collie, was still frisky and ready to go for a walk as always. Molly, the cat, was ageless and just about lifeless as she sat in her bed waiting for the next treat to fall in front of her.

It was a fine, sunny day as Windflower looked out of their home onto the Atlantic Ocean. Because it was so nice, he had taken the afternoon off for picking berries. The summer had been unusually hot and sticky, and that meant the berries were out a little earlier than usual. His fervent hope was that his special picking spot had not been disturbed by early pickers trampling down bushes and limiting the harvest.

If things went well, he could pick a gallon of berries in a couple of hours, and if he was super lucky, Sheila would make something fabulous with the blueberries when she got back. Maybe a pie or even one of her blueberry specialties. Windflower salivated when he imagined all of that deliciousness. He grabbed a couple of Tupperware containers and a bottle of water and then headed for his favourite spot.

There was a congregation of berry pickers at the closest picking location, just past the clinic. Bent over, they paid him little attention. He didn’t mind being ignored. The area was too busy and crowded for him. He took the trail down by the brook and then up the hill to the lookout. He paused for a moment to take in the majestic view of Grand Bank. Windflower glanced over the brook to the town and the wharf, all the way to the craggy outcrop that the locals called the Cape. Then he continued on up over the hill and towards the other side.

He veered off the path about halfway down and was very pleased to find his desired location calm and untouched. He said a silent prayer of thanks to Creator and began his task. Some people would have thought of this as work, but Windflower found berry picking both meditative and spiritual. It reconnected him to the land and made him think of his early days growing up on the reserve in Pink Lake, Alberta. His Cree family would all go berry picking for the day, bringing a lunch and a kettle to make tea.

He soon had one container filled and was working on the second when his pocket buzzed. He checked the number on his phone. It was Corporal Samira Gupta, his right-hand assistant, calling from the bigger community of Marystown. He had made arrangements with his boss, Superintendent Ron Quigley, that he would take the job as acting inspector for the region as long as he could stay in Grand Bank and have an assistant in Marystown. Gupta filled her role perfectly.

“What’s up, Corporal?” asked Windflower.

“Sorry to bother you,” said Gupta. “Betsy said you were off. But I thought you should know. We had a hit and run in Marystown. Over near Walmart. A woman in her forties is in hospital. Sergeant Tizzard is on the scene.” Eddie Tizzard was one of Windflower’s long-time friends and co-workers. They’d been working together for the last 10 years in one way or another.

“That’s a dangerous area,” said Windflower. “How is the woman?”

“She was unconscious when they brought her to the hospital in Burin,” said Gupta. “But no other information so far.”

“And the driver?”

“We’re working on it. Tizzard has a team doing interviews from the scene.”

“It’s busy around there. Somebody would have seen something.”

“That was our thinking, too,” Gupta agreed. “If we don’t get anything back soon from the canvass, we’ll do a media hit.”

“Perfect. Keep me posted.”

Now that his reverie had been disrupted, Windflower packed up his stuff and headed back down to his car. He was driving towards home when he noticed the driver of a passing car flashing their headlights at him. He slowed down and pulled over and then went to see if they were okay. As he got closer, he squinted to see Moira Stoodley, co-owner of the Mug-Up Café, the best and only diner in Grand Bank, in the driver’s seat. She was also the wife of his best friend, Herb Stoodley, who was tutoring him in two very diverse subjects—classical music, about which Windflower knew next to nothing before he met Herb, and trout and salmon fishing, which he thought he had mastered but now realized he was only a beginner.

He assumed Moira had stopped him to say hello or to pass along a message from her husband. But it was much more serious.

“I saw Mike Winger, that crazy-looking guy, back on the road,” said Moira. “It looked like his wheelchair had tipped over. A few young fellers were helping him get back up. But he looked in bad shape. Had a cut over his forehead. I asked him if he was okay. He told me to mind my business and went on home. You might want to check in on him.”

It wasn’t exactly his job to look after wandering locals, but it had become expected of the lone police officer in the community. He may have the high and mighty title of acting inspector, but his day job consisted of part-time social worker, youth counsellor and senior companion when he wasn’t solving crimes or directing the limited amount of traffic that Grand Bank produced.

Helping citizens in distress certainly fell into his ‘other related duties’, and Mike Winger seemed to be in constant need of assistance of one kind or another. Mostly of his own doing.

Windflower knew a little about the man from his many interactions with him. Winger was an American and a veteran of the Gulf Wars. After he left the military, he got certified as a refrigeration mechanic and started wandering around, first in the United States and then into Canada. He ended up in the Grand Bank area working for fish plants and discovered a place where nobody really knew him but welcomed him anyway.

Mike Winger finally felt at home. He bought a house and found a girl who eventually moved in.

His life seemed perfect until… the crash that changed his life. His girlfriend was killed instantly as his car slid off the highway to avoid a moose one late spring morning. He was left with one leg paralyzed and the other badly damaged. Stuck with his feeling of loss and grief, he turned to alcohol and then drugs. Then he became mean and isolated. His scooter was his only escape, but even that turned out to be another source of problems.

Windflower had rescued him and the scooter more times than he could remember. From ditches by the side of the road. From a farmer’s field. From the pub, more than once, when he had been asked to leave, none too politely. One time from the cemetery, although Windflower wasn’t exactly sure how that happened. Mike Winger was certainly one of Windflower’s pet irritants in Grand Bank. But since neither of them were going anywhere soon, they had figured out how to survive, if not get along, together.

– Excerpted from A Change in Plans by Mike Martin, Ottawa Press and Publishing, 2026. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

Mike Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand.

He is the award-winning author of the best-selling Sgt. Windflower Mystery series, set in beautiful Grand Bank. There are now 17 books in this light mystery series with the publication of A Change in Plans. 

A Tangled Web was shortlisted in 2017 for the best light mystery of the year, and Darkest Before the Dawn won the 2019 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. All That Glitters was shortlisted for the LOLA 2024 Must Read Book of the year award.

Some Sgt. Windflower Mysteries are now available as audiobooks and the latest Darkest Before the Dawn was released as an audiobook in 2024. All audiobooks are available from Audible in Canada and around the world.

Mike is Past Chair of the Board of Crime Writers of Canada, a national organization promoting Canadian crime and mystery writers and a member of the Newfoundland Writers’ Guild and Capital Crime Writers.

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