VIRTUAL TOUR: A Time for Everything by Mysti Parker


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After losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, twenty-five-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.

Despite their differences, she and Beau find common ground and the stirrings of a second chance at love—until his late wife’s cousin, Lydia, arrives with her sights set on him. Burdened with a farm on the brink of bankruptcy, Beau is tempted by Lydia’s hefty dowry, though Portia has captured his heart.

In another time and another place, his choice would be easy. But love seems impossible amid the simmering chaos of Reconstruction that could boil over at any moment into an all-out battle for survival. Will Beau and Portia find their way into each other’s arms, or will they be swept away by raging forces beyond their control?



Brentwood, Tennessee — December 25, 1865

The angels are coming.

Portia lay on the frozen ground between her husband and daughter. Snow fluttered softly toward the earth in delicate flakes, each one melting on her face with a pleasant sting. She wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

MediaKit_BookCover_ATimeForEverythingThe sunrise, hidden by snow-laden clouds, gradually lit the gray sky. With numb fingers, she traced her husband’s name, carved into the stoic slate. Jake McAllister, but let her hand drop to the ground before she touched that wretched date. December 16, 1864 — the day her whole world began to fall apart.

It had been a day as cold as this one when Jake returned. Portia had stood on their porch, holding Abigail, both of them wrapped in shawls and a quilt. Yet the cold had managed to seep inside, wrapping icy fingers around her heart. Her husband lay lifeless in the back of a wagon. His once-rosy face had turned ashen. Blood caked his Confederate jacket. His hands, large and strong, yet once so gentle, were posed across his belly. His fingers were stiff and claw-like, wrapped around a phantom gun. He did not look like Jake. It had to have been a mannequin with a wig the same dusty red shade of his hair.

“That’s not him,” she’d repeated to the men who’d so methodically carried him into the house. Jake would pop out from somewhere, still the jokester he had always been, and she would slap him for playing such a cruel prank. Then she would laugh with him and hold him tight because he had finally returned to her and Abby.

But the longer her eyes absorbed the wretched sight, the more evidence she had discovered. Little freckles and scars she knew so well. The pea-sized patch on his jaw where his beard never grew. The missing end of his middle finger, taken by a vicious dog when they were children.

It wasn’t a joke. Jake was dead.


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MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_ATimeForEverythingMysti Parker is a wife, mom, author, and shameless chocoholic. She is the author of the Tallenmere standalone fantasy romance series and The Roche Hotel romantic comedy series. Her short writings have appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines. Her award-winning historical romance, A Time for Everything, will be published this summer by EsKape Press.

Other writing pursuits include serving as a class mentor in Writers Village University’s seven week online course, F2K. She has published two children’s books (Quentin’s Problem & Fuzzy Buzzy’s Treasure) as Misty Baker.

When she’s not writing fiction, Mysti reviews books for SQ Magazine, an online specfic publication. She resides in Buckner, KY with her husband and three children.

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12 Responses

    • Hi Crystal-thanks for stopping by! It was a VERY difficult time, but like every hard time in history, those left behind carried on as best they could. One book I read while doing research was the real-life diary of a Confederate widow. It’s called “A Woman’s Civil War” by Cornelia Peake McDonald. She had to raise all 7 of her children while her husband is at war. During that time, her little daughter fell ill and died. And her husband was killed in battle. Her story inspired much of Portia’s journey in my novel.

      • Wow 7 children on her own ! I couldn’t even imagine having to do that and then loosing my husband to war , so sad.

  1. Hi!! Thanks so much for hosting this stop on my blog tour.

    Readers, since I write many subgenres of romance, I’d love to know: What is your favorite romance subgenre, and why? Also, what “heat” ratings in terms of sexual content, violence, & profanity do you prefer to read? I’m kind of an all over the place reader myself. I just love a good story.

    We are actually on vacation (yeah, right LOL) this week, so I’ll stop in again tonight. Cya! ~Mysti

    • I love historical,paranormal and fantasy . I do read some contemporary but not as much I read to escape reality and find it easier to so in the past or with some type of magic :). As far as the heat level I’m all over the place because if I read too many erotic or sweet I find it gets to be too much so I switch it up and I usually enjoy the middle of the road the best :). But it truly comes down to the characters and story , I have to like the characters and be moved by their story!

  2. Intriguing excerpt. Count me in, thanks. I’m all over the map when it comes to subject matter, too, but I prefer toned down graphics.

    • Hi Nancy, since you enjoy less graphic reads, you might enjoy my lighter romances. The Roche Hotel is a short romantic comedy series with no profanity, no violence, and only mild sexual innuendo. Chances Are is a contemporary romance novella about a couple whose marriage suffers as a result of losing a child. There is only mild profanity and closed-door sex. You can find em on my author page here:

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