Today is a special day. Elizabeth Seckman is here! She's currently making the rounds on her book tour and I'm one of the stops. I gave her the 'key word' of summer (can you tell I'm done with Winter... haha) and this is what she came up with. Take it away Elizabeth!

Hey Kelley! Thanks for hosting me on the blog tour. It’s FREEZING here in West Virginia. As I write this, my little toes are cold…even in socks and slippers!! And you want to know what I think about summer.

Well, combine summer and my chilled brain and I can’t help but think: Montana.

Summer in Montana is special.

The first time I visited the Big Sky Country in August, I was totally unprepared. I packed shorts and tees. Makes sense, right?

Wrong!

I was out buying extra sweatshirts in no time. Even when the temperature would climb above eighty, it still didn’t feel hot. Constant wind and near zero humidity took care of that.

But I am the kind of girl who lives and learns.

So, a few summers ago, my husband’s family was planning a big get together. Different branches of the family tree would converge on the home place for the 4th of July. What fun! Would the Seckman family be willing to pitch tents in the yard to free up the bedrooms for the older and more pregnant members of the clan?

Truth be told, I hate to camp, especially in July. It’s hot, damp, and flat out miserable.

Buuuutttt…camping in a cool climate with zero humidity? I can handle that. Like a good sport, I signed us up for the “tent in the yard” accommodations. I packed some shorts, shirts, jeans, sweatshirts, and jackets. I was seasoned. I knew what to expect.

But evidently Montana decided to throw a wrench at cocky little old me. Zero humidity turned into the wettest summer in my husband’s grandad’s memory. Every night, like clockwork, the rain would start. Not drips and drizzles, but torrential downpours that made the tent ceiling leak.

Yay…nothing like being damp and cold. It made me long for some sweltering heat!

I couldn’t imagine it getting any worse and the week of overnights loomed ahead like months, while I dreamed of dry rooms in one-star hotels. My husband promised, “I swear, it won’t rain all week.” And he was right. One night, the rain did stop. Not because the stars were shining, but because the temperature dipped even lower than usual and the rain turned to snow. Snuggled in our sleeping bag, my husband saved himself from an ugly divorce by promising, “Next year, we hit the beach and the tent goes in the trash.”

It’s good being married to a smart man.

I will take that to heart as I hunt for one ;) Now that we've met the genius, here is her work.

Maybe Love, Not Time, Heals All Wounds

Ditched at the altar…biopsied for cancer…Mollie Hinkle is having a bona fide bitch of a summer. When life sucks so hard it takes your breath away, what's a girl to do? Pack a bag, grab a few friends, and leave the past and the worry in the rear view mirror. What wounds can’t be healed by a drive across the Heartland, where quarter flips at cross roads determine the route and the future? All roads lead to Craig, the second son and bad boy of the haughty Coulter line. Has fate brought her to the miniscule Montana town to find happily ever after or will it just break her heart?

“Healing Summer” is the second book in the Coulter Men Series.

Here are the links:
Blog: http://eseckman.blogspot.com/p/healing-summer-blog-tour.html
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elizabeth-Seckman-Author/361427683923220
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/search?utf8=%E2%9C%93&query=elizabeth+seckman
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_17?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=elizabeth%20seckman&sprefix=elizabeth%20seckman,aps,489&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aelizabeth%20seckman&ajr=2

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