About the author:
Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.
Hi, thank you for letting me be part of your Thanksgiving this year. In Canada, we celebrate Thanksgiving the second Monday in October when you celebrate Columbus Day. We don’t have pilgrims, but we do have harvest festivals. Nature’s usually at her colorful best, and there isn’t a snowflake or a thought of Christmas around, but we do compete for space with Halloween.
When Thanksgiving arrived for me this year, I was grateful for the usual things—the growing popularity of my novels—my first one, Fire Angel, actually sold a thousand copies that month—thesuccess my children were having in their personal and professional lives, my health and the fact that my parents were doing well. All pretty normal stuff, but between then and now, life through a wrench in my machinery that had me worried everything was about to change.
While being a dedicated Christian may not be a popular thing in all parts of the world, the only thing that could have got me through the last six weeks is prayer and my firm belief that if God brings you to it, He’ll bring you through it.
Last winter my husband got sick, and he just didn’t seem to be getting over it. This is a man who’s never sick, who had perfect attendance in grade school because he was never sick, so imagine my surprise when, of his own volition, he went to the doctors. First he was diagnosed with an ear infection and sent to an ENT doctor who said it was an inner ear virus, and ordered a CT scan. I was terrified we were looking at a tumor, but the scan was clear. Sadly, he wasn’t feeling better and went back to the clinic. This time he saw a new doctor who actually listened to him. She took his blood pressure, found it was through the roof, prescribed medication and sent him for blood work and an EKG. She discovered he’d had at least two minor heart attacks, and sent him to Ottawa to see a cardiologist. It wasn’t until October 23rd that we discovered how serious his condition was. I am very grateful for the advances in modern medicine and for the caring doctor who saw the problem, followed up on it, and prevented what we know now could have been a fatal heart attack.
Next week, six balloon stents will be placed inside his heart to keep the arteries open. This procedure, called an angioplasty, is a much less invasive procedure than the triple bypass they thought he’d need. I shudder to think what might have happened to him twenty-five or fifty years ago. I suppose I should point out that as a Canadian, all of the tests he’s had, doctors and specialists he’s seen as well as the diagnostic procedures and ultimately this angioplasty haven’t cost us a cent out of pocket thanks to our national health care system. Yes, we pay high taxes for health care, and I understand there is a lot of controversy in the United States about national health coverage—Obama care, I’ve heard it called, but when you or someone you love needs medical aid, it’s a wonderful thing to know you won’t end up hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt because of it.
So this year, I thank God for blessing me with wonderful people who are doing everything they can to ensure that next year John and I celebrate our 44th wedding anniversary. When it comes right down to it, your health is the most precious thing you have. Happy Thanksgiving.
Book Blurb: The Price of Honor
What price is a woman willing to pay to restore a man’s honor?
When her husband is falsely accused of treason and murdered, Isabelle de Caen vows to find those responsible and see justice done. Of royal descent, Isabelle is stunned when the king orders her hasty marriage to one of his favorites, a man she detests. To save herself from a fate too awful to contemplate, she disobeys the king’s edict and commits treason of her own to find the truth.
Childhood friend, Guy Poirier, an aristocrat in New France, has always loved Isabelle. When he discovers her hiding in his cabin aboard ship, he agrees to hide her from her fiancé and help her clear her husband’s name. It doesn’t take them long to realize there’s more at stake here than her husband’s murder. With the fate of the colony in their hands, can Isabelle and Guy prevent a war and find love in the new world?