As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.

This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.
Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.

Friday, November 27, 2009

A journey back in time for an old Western shindig with Ginger Simpson

Hello and welcome to The Author Roast and Toast! Before going any further, we must warn you to beware…and enter at your own risk. In keeping with Ginger Simpson’s time travel book

You are about to be transported back in time to the Colorado
Territory, 1872! Won’t you join us for an old fashioned shin dig at Mariah’s parlor at the Rocking C Ranch? So saddle up, gallop on over into the 20th century, hitch up your horse and kick up your heels! You never know who might saunter on in. The trails are already blazin’! Come on in!
The spirit of the Wild, Wild West ricochets like a bullet across the wide open plains of the Colorado Territory. In the distance, horses kick up their hooves, their whinnies mingling with the keening wail of a coyote. Purple mountain majesties reach up and touch the crystal blue sky, merging into a menagerie of raw, rugged beauty.

Undulating pines shroud the Rocking C Ranch. And from Mariah’s parlor, the sound of fiddle and harp drift out into the wide open range.

The carpet has been rolled back and the dancing has commenced. The musicians, the wild and wooly Rodeo Drifters, play a ballroom waltz. Oliver, looking quite the stud in his black Stetson and roguish grin, arranges fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, baked beans, spare ribs, cornbread and his red hot chili on the sideboard. Just across on the dessert table, he places the cake, a fudge marble delight, the icing, decadently spun into a patchwork quilt of many colors.

Behind the bar, Sharon, Lyn, Mary and Val, donned as saloon girls, flaunt themselves in their red brocade dresses with black lace-up corsets and attached bustles while serving sarsaparilla with come hither smiles.

Anxious to greet the guests, Cuddles and Junior, donned in brown suede cowboy hats and leather boots, kick up their heels in delight on the dance floor. A beautiful black velvet stallion horse head is mounted on the wall adjacent to the backdrop of the Colorado Rockies and crystal blue sky. A makeshift Wild West jail has been placed in the corner of the parlor, just in case any cowboys get out of line. A sheriff’s badge shimmers on the wall next to photos of some outlaws, among them The James Gang.

A covered wagon pulls up and Ginger steps out, taking Oliver’s hand. He offers a sweeping bow, handing her a yellow rose from the armor. He tips his black Stetson, but not before raking his eyes over the length of her body, winking his approval. Ginger looks drop dead gorgeous in a teal blue satin gown with flowing sheer sleeves, bustle back bow and thigh-high slits exposing a garter belt with a pink rosette. And to complete her ensemble, a matching hat with ostrich plumes. They enter the parlor just as the musicians strike up their rendition of the Venetian waltz.

Using the tempo and rhythm of a close ballroom hold, Oliver cuts the rug with Ginger, spinning her around the floor in a simple promenade, looking as regal as the king and queen in the royal courts of Europe. To thunderous applause, on a delightful romantic lilt, Oliver ends the dance by placing his left thigh under Ginger’s right thigh. He lifts her high in the air and spins her around with the greatest of ease before bringing her back down to earth. Turning to the entourage of onlookers, he treats them to a sweeping bow.

Then Ginger changes into a western outfit so she can kick up her heels in grand style. the boys kick it up with a rip roaring “Yee Haaa!” And the high pitch of the harmonica mingles with the strumming banjo and string guitar as the guests clomp their booted feet and bring the house down.

Welcome to the Rocking C Ranch! Kick up your heels, grab some food and drinks. But above all, do some dancing and have some fun. And for the contest, Ginger will choose one lucky commenter tomorrow as the winner of her book. Here is the question:

What in the heck is a sarsaparilla made of?

Good luck! Now before you step back in time to the Colorado Territory, 1872, here’s a little about Ginger and a sneak preview of Sisters in Time.


Two eras collide when a modern day attorney and a pioneer wife find themselves locked in a time not their own.

Mariah Cassidy awakens in the twentieth century. Confined in a pristine environment, hooked to tubes and beeping machines, she’s scared, confused and wondering why everyone keeps calling her Mrs. Morgan. Who is the strange man who keeps massaging her forehead and telling her everything is going to be all right?

Taylor Morgan tries to focus on her surroundings through a blinding headache. The patchwork quilt, the water basin, and the archaic room don’t strike a familiar chord. Her mouth gapes when a handsome man waltzes into the room, calls her darling, and expresses his delight that she’s on the road to recovery.

Clearly something is amiss.


Colorado Territory--1872

Taylor’s head pounded with pain. Trying to focus, she opened her eyes and blinked a few times, then propped herself up on her elbows. Everything looked strange. The room seemed bright and cheery, but things appeared very old fashioned. She fingered the patchwork quilt covering the bed, and puzzled over the antique mirror hanging above an old-time washbowl and pitcher across the room. An incessant ache throbbed in her temple.

Where was she? What’d happened to her? A zillion questions raced through her mind.

“David,” she called for her husband. Her voice painfully resonated in her head. “David, where are you?”

She slid off the bed. Her legs wavered beneath her and she clung to the bedpost. Slowly, as she regained her equilibrium, she weaved across the room and peered into the mirror. A massive bandage covered the top her head; black circles ringed her swollen eyes. She didn’t recognize herself.

“Boy, I look like hell,” she muttered.

As she raised her hand to touch the bandage, the door behind her opened, and she spied the reflection of a strange man.

“Mariah, sweetheart. You’re finally awake.” He crossed the room with open arms.

Taylor spun and faced him. Feeling disoriented, she shook her head. “You have the wrong room, sir.”

His brows arched. “Mariah, what are you talking about? What wrong room?”

“Look fella, I’m not Mariah. Evidently you’re in the wrong place if you are looking for someone by that name.”

The stranger rushed over and took her in his arms. “Oh my sweet angel, the bump on your head is worse than Doc Samuels thought.”

Taylor shoved him away. “Take your hands off me. Who is Doc Samuels, and who in the hell are you?”

Suddenly, the room spun. Her stomach turned queasy. Needing to sit, she staggered back to the bed, her gaze still assessing the stranger.

“I’m Frank… your husband.” He followed her, his head cocked, his eyes clouded in confusion.

She swallowed. “Excuse me? My husband’s name is David... David Morgan. I don’t know who you are, mister, but you must be the one who bumped your head if you think I’m your wife.”

“Well, if you aren’t, then just who might you be?”

“Taylor Morgan. I live in Denver. Can you please tell me where I am?”

“You’re in Colorado, about two hours from Denver City. Don’t you remember?”

“Two hours? How in the hell did I get here?”

Frank’s eyes widened. “When did you start cussing?”

“Don’t worry about it, just answer me. How did I get here?” Her last nerve frayed, and he plucked at it.

“Don’t you recall? We were going to town in the wagon—”

“Wagon? What the hell would I be doing in a wagon? A station wagon?”

Frank took a deep breath. “We were going to town, and Jacob needed to pee. I think he disturbed some rattlesnakes and they spooked the horses... Sound familiar?”

Taylor’s mind raced. Who was this loony? Before he spoke again, she assaulted him with a barrage of questions. “Who is Jacob? Wagon? What horses? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Frank... is it? Look, Frank, I have an idea. Why don’t you just call me a cab and I’ll get out of your way.”

She looked down at the tacky nightgown she wore and wondered who had removed her clothing. Tugging at the sack-like shift, she let out an exasperated huff. “If you’ll just retrieve my things, I’ll get dressed and be ready to go when the taxi gets here.”


Romance author, Ginger Simpson currently resides in Tennessee with her husband and biggest fan, Kelly. Since the publication of her first book in May 2003, she has added eight more books and six published novellas to her list of accomplishments. Although she retired to devote more time to writing, her promotional efforts, blogging, tweeting, and interacting with new friends made on all her author’s and reader’s loops have stymied her efforts. 2009 was a productive year but now she’s concentrating her efforts on finding an agent to land that million dollar deal. You can view Ginger’s backlist at http://www.gingersimpson.com/ and everyone is invited to visit her at her blog at http://mizging.blogspot.com/. She loves to hear from her readers at mizging@gmail.com.


  1. I'm stopping in early to welcome all my guests to my "Yee Haw" party. I'll let you in on a little secret...that ain't no bustle. It's all natural. *lol*
    Doesn't Oliver look stunning in his Stetson. Have him turn around...there are no pants underneath those chaps...just buttocks of steel!

    I'll be dropping in sporadically today...as I'm taking care of a DIL with two bum knees from surgery, and listening to my husband whine because I'm paying more attention to her than him. Ain't life grand? When I scheduled this little shindig, we were all fat and sassy. Well, we still are fat... just not quite so sassy.

    In the meantime, help yourself to some treats...these gals here sure know how to throw a party. Watch out for Mariah and Taylor...they haven't been getting along well one discovered the other slept with her husband. Heck...common mistake. If you woke up in somebody else's body with a handsome strange insisting you were his wife...what would you do?

    As Arnold says..."I'll be baaakkkkk."

  2. Well, Miz Ginger, I must say that you look mighty fine in that teal ball gown!

    But I know you were aching to kick up your heels the whole time!

    Lifting my glass of sasparilla (which I believe is made from the root of the sassafras tree...)


  3. Hi Ginger, and best wishes from London - which is about as far away from a Mid-Western shindig as you can get. Have a great day and hope lots of your friends, old and new stop by to say Howdy!

  4. Hi Ginger and welcome to your Roast today.

    So sorry to hear about your DIL's knees, that's no fun. Still, you're looking mighty purty in that teal colord gown!

    Oliver, give us a twirl! Claps her hands to her eyes, oh no, forget I said that Oliver, let's just see your handsome face instead!

    Oh look, he's made up a virtual hamper for your DIL Hospe it cheers her up -oh and I guess she'll have to share it with your hubby. Anyway, look forward to seeing you later!

  5. Hi Lisabet and Anita.

    Thanks for dropping by. Sit down an' let yer saddles cool a spell!

    Oliver, get these ladies some refreshments please, and stop gazing at your reflection in that wall mirror!

    Anita, you know we're not a million miles away from one another. I'm a western gal at heart though!

  6. Welcome to your roast today, Ginger. We hope you enjoy the shin dig we've laid out for you. And, sigh, that Oliver knows how to cut a rug. Real looker, that one. Sorry to hear about your family's health issues. Maybe they can kick up their heels and have a drink and cool down and chill. Lisabet and Anita, welcome. Don't let all that food and drink go to waste. Belly up and chow down. Heee haaaaa!!

  7. What's that? Oh, of course I noticed you and Junior can cut the rug pretty good, Cuddles. Don't be ridiculous. Who could miss you two handsome studs in your western attire. Ooof, easy boys! No need to bowl me over with your

  8. Hi There Ginger, welcome to your party! Howdy Lisabet, Anita and Lyn. Its so good to see you guys here. And *sigh* Oliver, everytime I see you, you get more handsome. Ginger, I read Sisters in Time and it was OUTSTANDING! I really loved it and just want to say that no matter who reads it, you will fall in love with the characters!


  9. Howdy, Val. Glad you could join us today! Bustles around in saloon girl dress to pour drinks while Oliver cuts the rug.

  10. Whew, excuse me maam, I know it's early, but could you possibly pour me one of your stiffest drinks.

  11. Drinking while tendin' bar? Sure, here's a sarsaparilla. Now come back and help me serve these things and and while we're at it, let's try and figure out what the heck they are. LOL

  12. I'll have one of those sars, sars, sarsasparilla things too please. We don't get them in Wales you know "wink"! Hi Sharon, Hi Val, and thank you so much for being our guest hostess today!

  13. Howdy, Lyn. Yes, let's serve these sarsaparillas up. So you don't have them in Wales? Mind telling me what the heck they are? LOL

  14. Oops, sorry Ginger! This is the question for your contest. Hmm. Perhaps I'll just satisfy my curiosity by slugging back a few. They wouldn't be potent per chance, would they? Blinks innocently.

  15. We don't have them in England either! "giggle" Oliver, what DID you put in mine? I don't think they're meant to be potent -- many moons ago, when I was kneehigh to a grasshopper *cough* I remember my old grannie telling me about one of them thar tv series: 'Tenderfoot; it was called, and he only drank sarsaparilla because it wasn't alchoholic (I think)

  16. I'm back again. Just got my DIL settled, breakfast served, dishwasher loaded and grandson busy playing, so now I can, too. At least until someone needs something.

    Hi Lisbet, Anita...Thanks for always being support I can count on... and Hwela...I'm really impressed with the effort you the team have put into my day. The pictures are awesome, and I thank you so much. It was worth the wait.

  17. *Waving to Val*
    I can always count on you to say something positive about my work. You are such an inspiration and it's friends like you that make me want to keep writing.

    I'm so happy you came.

  18. Sharon,
    Some historical author I am. I have no idea what Sasparillie is...or how it's made. Guess I'd better do some research. I think it might be something like old fashioned root beer, so if you planning a buzz, forget it. :)

  19. Woo Hoo...I can now say I officially know what Sasparilla is. I feel so smart. :)

  20. LOL Oliver has been known to lace them with some of the good stuff he smuggles from the saloon girls. LOL So drink at your own risk! Ginger, I love the sound of Sisters in Time. Hopes Santa is listening. Glad you like the skit and pics we put together for your roast. It was great fun!

  21. Hello again Ginger! Thank you so much, it's a real pleasure to have you here today. I'm glad you like what we've done for your party - we had so much fun putting it together, and Oliver has been whistling High Noon ever since he heard you were coming, hasn't he Sharon!

  22. He sure has and my ears are buzzing. He's convinced the outlaws will make an appearance before the day is through. And despite his ability to stretch the truth, dang if he's usually ain't right! So beware and keep an eye on the door! Just might be needin' that jailhouse in the corner after all.

  23. I'd better git my trusty rifle then, just in case. Junior, you keep watch by the door and Cuddles have a quick gallop around the corral and make sure there's no strangers riding up the trail!

  24. I have to share my favorite poem with ya'll. Being a Tennessee gal now, it has special meaning:





    (Kinda brings a tear to yer eye, don't it)

  25. And a chortle too! Cute poem, Ginger!

  26. Don't worry Val, after all, we gals have Oliver to protect us!

    Aw Ginger, what a touching poem! (Collapses in a heap giggling uncontrolably)

  27. Sharon doubles over, slaps her knees in hysterics. Oliver? Protect us? Why, that good lookin' yellowed-bellied stud'll be the first to run for the hills!

  28. Oliver is definitely a hunky cowboy. (grins) Great blog. I've always liked this story. But then again...I'm your biggest fan so I like all your books.


  29. Hey, Ginger,

    Greetings from Texas.

    What a grand time everyone is having. Fried chicken, my favorite food. Your gown is gorgeous, and you sure can cut a rug.

    Thanks for the invite.



  30. Hi Phyllis and Beverley - hey Oliver, we need some more fried chicken over here for these ladies.

    Yes, Ginger looks lovely doesn't she!
    I hope everyone's going to be stayig for the hoedown. There's rumours thre might be some bad guys riding in from the hills, but don't worry, we ladies can handle 'em can't we!

  31. Welcome to the ho down at the Rocking C, Phyllis and Beverly. Oliver has just brought out some fresh platters of fried chicken and Texas biscuits and gravey! So dig in and enjoy. And don't y'all worry. We saloon girls are used to the most wanted outlaws. We just give 'em all the free sarsaparilla and dance the night away. But, no doubt, they're comin' in to lasso up Ginger. Best hide the hat with the ostrich feather in it! That might just drive a bunch of rowdy cowboys off the edge. What's that Oliver? Yes you can keep on your Stetson. But you might wanna cover your buns! Grin

  32. Cover his buns? No way...that's the best part of this shindig. And don't worry none about outlaws. I have a deputy stationed at the crossroads, so no one is going to bust up our fun.

    Now...where do I change clothes? I may look glamorous in this teal gown, but I'm ready to get into something more comfortable and do-si-do.

  33. I have to say it's a relief to know you have an officer of the law standing by in case those varmints try busting up the party.
    Just follow me, we have a room set aside where you can change iyour clothes and get ready to dance the night away. No, Oliver, thanks but I really don't think Ginger needs any help with her bustle!

  34. But while Lyn is showing Ginger where to change, the horses outside in the corral neigh as the outlaws whoop it up, horse hooves thundering on the Colorado trail leading to the Rockin C. The Duke comes in, and the James Gang, Jessie and brother Frank in the lead. Belly up to the bar and order shots of the real juice, cackling and stomping their feet. The Rocking C is rocking. Yee haa!

  35. Hey Phyl and Bev...glad you could stop by and partake of the goodies. Help yourself to a bun or two. *lol*

  36. Someone get Val out from behind the bar and set her up to entertain the James Gang. I'll take care of the rest. And Oliver...how many times do I have to tell you it ISN'T a bustle.

  37. Uh ho, it's the James gang again, wonder how they got past the deputy!Ah well I'm sure the Duke'll keep em in order!

  38. Jessie James grabs Ginger and takes her for a wild spin around the dance floor, crooning in her ear to the beat of the Rodeo Drifters, "Let me call you sweetheart."

  39. The Duke snags the sheriff's badge from the wll and clamps it to is chest. Wiggles the keys to the jailhouse, tips his hat to the saloon girls and makes Oliver and Cuddles and Junior his deputies in command.

  40. Ewwww, Jessie, is that your gun or are you just really glad to see me. *lol*

    Nothing like an outlaw to spice up your life.

  41. Well, lookie here, I knew we could rely on the Duke to keep things in order.

    Oh no, I spoke too soon. Jessie James had taken Ginger captive - along with her books - and he's heading out the back way to his horse!

  42. Forget the sasprilla. I'll take Oliver to go!

    You're lookin' mighty fine, Miz Ging, "bustle" and all, lol. And ooooeeeee, love Oliver's "buttocks of steel!"

    Your excerpts are always enjoyable. Best of luck with your book.

  43. Welcome, Jannine. Belly up and take cover. The saloon girls'll fix ya right up and Oliver will rustle ya up some grub. Duck! Dang, knew it wouldn't be long before those Brothers James start slingin' bullets. Zing, there goes another one. Quick, Lyn, grab a rifle. Oh, don't look now but it's Mae West and Annie Oakley. Annie get your gun! Come on Ginger, let's have some fun! Yee haaaa~

  44. *waving at Jannine* Thanks for stopping by the Rockin' C. We're having a great time. Now that I'm out of that fancy ballroom gown I can breathe and enjoy myself.

    Where's Mariah and Taylor. I told them to be here. For heaven sakes...it's Mariah's home, you think she could make an appearance.

    Oh dear...here comes Taylor, and she looks ticked.

    Ginger: Hi Taylor!

    Taylor: I told you I never wanted to come back to this godforsaken ranch again. I can't believe you arranged to have a buckboard bring me. You know I'm a Lexus kinda gal, and you can take all that dust and stick it...

    Ginger: Whoa, girl. Watch your language. Just because you spend most of your time hanging out with the male attorneys doesn't mean you can act like a lady.

    Taylor: *Brushes her brow* Sorry...I just sort of go crazy when I remember all that time I spent here with no hair dryer, no cell phone, no dishwasher. *shudders*. This place is really the pits.

  45. Mariah: Did I hear someone say something disdainful about my home?

    Taylor: Nothing I haven't said before. This place sucks.

    Mariah: *smoothing her skirt* Honestly, Taylor. I think what Ginger meant to say was just because you work with a bunch of men doesn't mean you can't behave like a lady.

    Taylor: Don't lady me. You loved living in my home, sleeping in my bed...servicing my husband.

    Mariah: *Eyes wide* I did no such thing.

    Taylor: Oh really...you spent all that time in my house and didn't even kiss him?

    Mariah: Well, maybe a kiss, but honestly, it was only out of gratitude.

    Ginger: Would you two stop bickering and join in the party. You're killing my sasparilla buzz!

  46. LOL Ginger! Mariah and Taylor are reeally spicing up the party! Nothin' like a bar fight or a cat fight? What are the chances they'll duke it out over lover boy? The husband in question?

  47. Actually, it's two husbands in question. You see, during an electrical storm, these two lovely ladies switched eras and bodies. How could Mariah Cassidy possibly convince David Morgan she wasn't his wife, Taylor, when that was who he saw. The same for Taylor trying to convince Mariah's hunky cowboy that she wasn't his sweet prairie wife. Oh...the problems they had. Mariah was looking for 'rags' for her woman's time, and got acquainted with Wings...with David's help of course. And she never in a million years to see, let alone fly in an airplane. Taylor, on the other hand, is spoiled and had to learn to rough it. She's not very good at it...as you can see.

  48. What fun it must have been to write, Ginger. Did it take long?

  49. Don't mind me folks, I'm jest setting in the corner here tryin' to explain to Mariah and Taylor how come we have a unicorn in a Stetson|!
    Yes, Ginger, tell us more about your book and how you came to write it.

  50. Oh my gosh, that poem was PERFECT! Love it! Sisters in Time really is a great story guys. I loved the sisters switching places and loved the husbands reactions. And really, the book shows so much of how different the two different eras are. It's amazing the things we have now and what they had then. Ginger how did you get the idea for this book?

    *winks at Jessie* Howdy Cowboy!

  51. To answer your questions about how long and where the idea came from...now that my computer shut itself down for updates...GRRRRR!

    Sisters in Time came to me just like every other story I've written or am writing. My characters pop into my head...fully-named, introduce themselves and their stories, and off we go. I never know where I'm headed or how I'll get there, but the ride is always exciting, and best explained by saying I'm telling myself a story and I have no idea of the outcome.

    I never plot...characters won't allow it, and I'm never sure how long the journey to completion will take. Usually I finish quickly because I can't wait to see how things play out, and in this case, it took me less than six months to complete. This book was previously published by another company, but lack of promotion and knowledge on my part and the publisher didn't give my story a fair chance. I'm so thankful that Eternal Press saw potential and decided to re-release it in an improved version (amaeur issues removed...funny how you learn along the way.)

  52. Great blog, Ginger!
    Hoping you have a great weekend and many sales,

  53. Hi Trent, come on in and have a sarsaparilla, or would you prefe something stronger? Oliver , could we have some refreshment for Trent please, is there any chicken left? Oh yes I see there's still plenty on griddle.

    Oh don't mind The Duke over there, he's just making sure the James gang don't start any more trouble!

  54. While Jesse is in the outhouse and has left me alone...I'd like to offer a little gift to anyone who emails me. I'm current represented by Personalized Marketing/Dee Owens. She's prepared a Season's Greeting for her clients to give to interested people. Excerpts, covers, information. If you'd like a copy, please email me at mizging@gmail.com and I'll get one off to you at the speed of Jesse's Horse. Oh, here he comes, buttoning his longjohns and looking like he's got something serious on his mind. *lol*

  55. Thanks, Trent...I can always count on you to show up and support me. I appreciate you.

  56. I want to thank everyone who stopped by today. I'm going to have to run since I've been on my laptop all day at my DIL's house and it's time to go home. I really appreciate the time, effort and detail that goes into Author Roast and Toast, and being here was my pleasure.

    I'll be back tomorrow to name the winner of the copy of Sisters in Time.

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  58. Ginger, you have been a delight. And what fun Mariah and ?Taylor brought to our blog! Feel free to stay as long as you like. There are always a few late drifters and the bar will stay open along with the kitchen. And now that the Duke has rounded up the James Brothers and locked them up, we can all feel safe in the Colorado Territory once more. Best of luck with Sisters in Time. It is most definitely on my Christmas wish list!

  59. It was good chatting with you guys today and Ginger, I hope you have many many sales! If you ever need anything, you know where I am!

    Hugs to all!

  60. Thanks for stepping in today Val. We appreciate it!

  61. You've been a fantastic Guest of Honour Ginger, and I'm glad Taylor and Mariah finally stopped fighting long enough to enjoy some of Oliver's home cooking! It really sounds like a fantastic book and I hope it sells really well for you, along with 'Sarah's Journey."

    Good Night Val, thanks so much for stepping in as honorary hostess. I'm going to sit here in by the glow of the fire and drink a little more sarsaparilla, (still not sure what it is, but I like it!) and chew on a few more Southern fried Chicken wings and let Oliver serenade us with his guitar.
    If any more guests drop by they'll be more than welcome, OLiver always prepars enough food to feed the whole of the Colorado Territory!

  62. Your little shindig attracted quite a few guests, Ginger! I finished reading Sisters in Time and loved it! What a wonderful story. I highly recommend it to all of you out there. You will be dying to find out how Mariah and Taylor wind up in the end.

  63. Hello Diane, welcome to the party! There's plenty of good food left and Oliver is always ready to be at your beck and call!

    Yes, I haven't read Ginger' book yet, but you're right, I'm dying to find out more about Talor and Mariah.

  64. Mary arrives at the shindig and all is quiet. There is not a soul about, when not to long ago there was tons of party guests.
    Odd, everything looks as if they just left. Food still on the forks, that sat in plates, the mist of steam wisps still hovered over hot drinks. Mary bend down and finds two little cowboy hats on the floor, one with Junior and one with Cuddles on it. The plot thickens! Mary picks up
    one of the drinks and sniffs it. that not sarsaparilla from the tree, my goodness its narcosparilla another tree, it's close cousin. The whole party was drugged and dragged out of here! Mary spies a flash of silver on one of the tables. It says The Duke, on it. Oh Lord, Mary is
    getting nervous.
    There's only one thing to do. Call Mr. Holmes, he will help me find everyone. Call 911, quick get help!
    Mary does not know what to do first. Then another thought strikes her. It could be the Stolen Book Gang, it sure ain't the James Gang. They shred you and make your stories into computer paper. They are an ebook friendly gang.
    Sharon, Lyn, Val? Junior, Juunnniiooorrr. Cuddles, what a nice unicorn. All is still as Mary backs out of the saloon and into the street. She starts running. She has to save everyone.

  65. Woo hoo! A garter with a pink rosette...Ginger DEFINITELY had her western-red-carpet glam goin on! Loved this. Hoo-dawggies!

  66. Great Post Ginger, you look gorgeous in that blue gown. It is just you. Poor Mariah and Taylor, they are sure in a fix. Hope hubby's bum knees heal up quick.


  67. Welcome to the shin dig, Trent, Diane, J. Rose and Margaret! Yes, Ginger has all "fired up" to read Sisters in Time. But before you run out and purchase your copy, if you haven't already, help yourself to some fried chicken and sarsaparilla. I'm still scratching my head over the ingredients, but hey, I'll just sit a spell by the fire and listen to Oliver's crooning.
    Mary, so glad you made the shin dig. You were missed!

  68. The moon rises over th pines and in teh ranch house Mariah wonders what's been going on -- and where did all this food come from? Is she still dreaming? It must have been a dream, that wild party, Ginger, loads of guests, a very handsome cowboy serving up the drink and vittles - oh and athat durned Taylor of course. She sits back in the rocking chair by the fire and nods off again, and ghostly voices drift into her dreams...

    Lyn gives Mary a hug.
    Mary, where have you been, we've all been travelling in time, it's been such fun. No you haven're really missed the party, there's plenty of food left. Don't worry, we're all fine, just drifting in and out of time, none of us really wants to leave. We did miss you though, as Sharon says.

    Hi J Rose and Margaret, so glad you came, yess doesn't Ginger look lovely, that shade of teal really suits her. Do help yourself to refreshments - just be careful of the sarsaparilla, apparantly it's not quite what it seems!

  69. Wow...what a party, what a day. I woke up this morning wearing Jesse's hat and Oliver's chaps. Don't know how that happened, but I wanted to stop in one more time and say I will be giving away a free copy of Sisters in Time to one lucky person yet to be named, and again to tell everyone how much I appreciated my special day here. I can't believe the time, effort and talent that happens behind the scenes to make every author's day so perfect and fitting. I propose a standing ovation for the gals at Author Roast & Toast. Ooops...first I'd better put something on. No use making everyone sick. *lol*

  70. Hi Ginger
    (Phew, I'm glad that Oliver and Jesse kept you so well - er - entertained! *grin". So pleased you enjoyed your day here, you were a real joy to have, and made it so much fun. Oh I don't know what went into that sarsaparilla *hic* but it certainly didn't do me any good judging by the amount of typos in my last post LOL!)

  71. LOL Lyn. It did do you some good, making us chuckle! Ginger, thank you so much for complimenting the behind the scene crew here at The Author Roast and Toast. You have no idea how much your words of appreciation mean to us. What a delight you are! So happy you enjoyed your day with us. And best of luck with Sisters in Time and all your books. All good things,

  72. On behalf of Ginger Simpson, the winner of her book, Sisters in Time is Margaret Tanner! Congratulations, Margaret. Ginger will be in touch with you and I know you will love this book!


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