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Welcome to the Someplace Familiar by Teresa Tysinger blog tour.
Teresa Tysinger told us all about the Blue Ridge Mountains in her recent author spotlight and today we’re chatting about her debut novel! This contemporary southern romance with themes of faith, hope in new love, and grace is the first in a series of books set in Laurel Cove, a fictional town in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.
I’m joining other bloggers this week to tell you a little about the book and spread the news about the giveaway Teresa is hosting! Be sure to enter to win a signed book and more from Teresa at the end of this post. And share your thoughts and questions below—Teresa will be stopping by to visit with us in the comments, reader friends!
About the Book
Artist Livy Johnson needs a fresh start. That’s what a broken heart and forgotten dreams can do to a person. On little more than a whim, she reclaims her grandmother’s old mountain cottage in quaint Laurel Cove, North Carolina and vows to restore its original charm. When she literally collides with childhood friend, Jack Bowdon, Livy wonders if she’s back for an entirely different reason.
Jack can’t believe his childhood crush is back. As the owner of Bowdon’s Supplies, and once again the town’s most eligible bachelor, he offers to help Livy with repairs. Together they embark on the project—and an undeniable whirlwind romance.
But it’s not all smooth sailing. Can they survive the destructive pain of their pasts to discover God’s grace waiting to renovate their hearts?
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There are so many things I adore about this book right from the get go. First of all, home improvement type folks are serious celebrities in this house so when I see words like “restore” and “original charm” in a book blurb, I’m so completely hooked. Then Someplace Familiar reeled me on in easy peasy with the mountains, small town, sweet friendships, and faith!
When Livy Johnson pulls into town, I just want to give that gal a big hug! She is uncertain and hurting yet cautiously optimistic about her new adventure. Jack Bowdon gets brownie points right off the bat for being a dog lover and all around mister fix-it. He has a steady personality and a big heart.
Laurel Cove is a delightful community and I’m already looking forward to my next visit. Someplace Familiar is packed with a nice variety of authentic secondary characters and cozy mountain culture. Readers will be drawn right into this heartfelt story.
I requested the opportunity to read this book through the author. The opinions expressed are my own.
About the Author
Teresa Tysinger is a wife and mother transplanted from North Carolina to North Texas. When not working as the Director of Communications for a large downtown church, she writes charming southern romances inspired by grace.
A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Religious Communicators’ Council, and the Association for Women in Communications, Teresa has spent over a decade committed to telling stories of faith through written word.
She loves coffee, caramel, and stories with happy endings.
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Not much had changed about Laurel Cove, North Carolina in the ten years since Livy Johnson had last visited. Driving down Main Street, it was every bit as charming and picturesque as she remembered. American flags blew in the breeze in old store fronts. Two old men in overalls leaned lazily on the back end of a rusty pick-up, probably shooting the breeze.
A red traffic light.
Livy’s foot slammed against the brake pad, lurching the car to a stop about a foot into the quiet intersection. The cracking of wood behind her seat could only mean one thing. Her easel had broken. How was she going to get back into painting without the easel she’d used since art school? What a great start to her new beginning.
With no traffic waiting, Livy steered the car left as the light turned. She needed no GPS to find the Laurel Cove Inn, a short, steep climb off Main Street. The car came to a much gentler stop in front of the grand white building sitting at one edge of the town square. Livy’s muscles ached from the five-hour drive from Raleigh as she stepped from the car and stretched her arms toward a cloudless sky. The building was every bit as beautiful as she remembered.
The sight of a man looking down from a second-story window of the inn pricked at her insecurities. A gasp of cold, crisp mountain air stung her throat as her hand rubbed at the heat rising up her neck. Her eyes cut to the hood of her car, its engine still pinging as it cooled. The uneasiness of being watched eclipsed the serenity of her surroundings. She’d come to Laurel Cove to hide from her problems, yet someone had already found her.
Don’t be ridiculous. It wasn’t like she was hiding. Plus, everything, and everyone, she remembered of Laurel Cove was good. Curiosity pulled her eyes back to the window. The man’s tall figure filled most of the space between the frame. Flat palm facing out, he nodded in her direction.
Her heart skipped in her chest. Who was he? A tenant or maybe the owner? And why was he watching her so intently? She returned an awkward wave but not a smile, a tingling electricity traveling from her neck to her fingertips. Apparently satisfied, the man disappeared from the window.
Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a crowded Subway car. Sweet Laurel Cove would be very different. Generations of families filled its church pews, ran its farms, and schooled its children. Anonymity was as rare as lightning bugs in wintertime—as her Gram would say. Being new in town and keeping a low profile might prove tough. Yet, the memory of feeling so safe and loved during summers here with her grandmother made it seem like just the place she was meant to be.
A cool breeze whipped at the few loose strands of hair around Livy’s face and pulled her away from her thoughts. She turned to gather her things from the backseat of the car. The easel fell apart as she removed a suitcase that had been holding it in place behind her seat. Ruined. But no time to dwell on more broken things. She straightened and retrieved the folded paper she’d carried in her purse the past two months, opened it, and scanned the contents. She refolded it with care and slid it back in for safekeeping.
Armed with a few bags and one large rolling suitcase, Livy took in the entirety of the picturesque inn. This would be home—at least for now. With its large pillars, wraparound porch, and grand hanging ferns, it epitomized southern charm. Her eyes wandered along the lines of the white siding, to cornices adorned with carved ornaments, and finally up to a red tin roof. It had been well maintained over the years.
As Livy took the uneven stone walkway toward the front steps, she dared to revisit the window. Empty. The encounter with the man had been harmless, yet something inside her stirred. Would she make friends easily here? Would they treat her differently once they found out she’d been living up north? Southerners may be known for their hospitality, but some could be wary of outsiders. Her future here was anything but clear. Yet she’d made it this far. With a deep breath, Livy opened the door.
June 11: Andy Carmichael
June 12: Denise Hershberger | Fiction Afficionado
June 13: A Baker’s Perspective | Faithfully Bookish | Brandy Bruce
June 14: Singing Librarian Books | Bibliophile Reviews
June 15: Meghan Gorecki
June 16: Mikal Dawn
June 17: Robin E. Mason
ENTER HERE to win a signed paperback copy of Someplace Familiar, a custom 8×8” canvas painting by artist Cyndi Browning (in honor of the book’s heroine, Livy, who is an artist), and $10 Amazon Gift Card.
Winner will be announced on Teresa’s website on June 18 once the tour wraps up.
(Open to continental US residents only; sorry international readers!)
Have YOU ever made a big move? Maybe from city to country, prairie to mountains, coastal to midwest, etc.?
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13 thoughts on “Someplace Familiar by Teresa Tysinger + excerpt”
YES, we have made a big move! In fact, we are in the process right now. We figured it was now or never to move to our dream destination – the Ozark Mountains. With hubby’s retirement and the passing of Mom, there wasn’t anything holding back or to southwest Arkansas any longer.
We went on the search for the perfect piece of property a little over a year ago. We found an amazing parcel of land that’s a little over 7 acres and is on the historical registry due to the civil war stone fence across both the front and back of the property. There were two 1853 large stone fireplaces on the property that we loved. So Dale and I designed our home around those fireplaces incorporating one in the living room and one in the bedroom. We were able to find local rock in a quarry 6 miles from the property to match the stone on the fireplaces almost perfectly. Next was to find a builder that saw our vision and carry it out since we wouldn’t be on site to supervise. We searched for every detail and item to go into the house. We had Amish made cabinetry made in Indiana and shipped in. The dining room light we had made at the local iron foundry to look as if someone from years ago made it with items they could find laying around. It looks like a cut piece of lumber showing the bark and the growth rings with twigs and bailing wire holding up to the ceiling (all made out of iron but you wouldn’t know it) with the lights being old blue half gallon canning jars. The fireplaces had to have great mantels so a local artisan made 300 lb. solid oak hand scraped mantels with hand hammered support brackets. We tried to think of every detail.
Our home was finished and ready for us to move in Mother’s Day weekend. We did have the large and heavy Amish furniture that we had professionally moved. However, everything else was packed and moved by Dale and me. So it’s been a very slow go and a few trips – 2 with the biggest Uhaul you can find, 3 with pull behind the truck flat trailer we borrowed and lots in the car each trip. One more trip to pick up the mower and I think we are all in. Now to get it all unboxed, put away and organized. Going to take time but that’s ok. When I need revitalized I just go sit on the large covered front porch and admire the gorgeous view or see the deer and other critters in the yard. We even had an eagle land in the yard last week.
Kay, I might have to come visit you sometime! Your home sounds so lovely!
Wow! Sounds gorgeous. And how interesting!
I’ve never made a big move, although I’ve had a close call. I love living here in San Diego, CA but housing prices are pretty high. We almost moved to Nebraska where my husband grew up but he got a better job here so we didn’t end up going.
Oh wow! That would have been a big move!
My husband and I moved to a large city a couple of years after we were married. We ended up staying for 30 years, but I always wanted to move back close to my hometown. After my husband retired, we moved back and built our house here, and we absolutely love it. Our area has a country feel to it, and our valley is surrounded by mountains.
Ah, you’re living the dream, Winnie!!! When I grow up I want to live in a peaceful valley surrounded by mountains 😀
When I was a child we made a big move from PA to Arizona and drove down with my grandmother. My Mom was tired of the cold PA winters so she wanted to moved somewhere warm and hot it is n PA.
That IS a big move!
I’ve never had a big move, just a small one from one part the city to another. I’m not sure where I would want to go if I had the chance to do a big move. Tons of research, prayer and daydreaming would have to be involved.
Definitely! All my moves have been within 15 miles. A big move is a big step!
Love your review! I liked the home improvement part too! My husband is very handy so parts remind me of him!
I’ve lived a ton of places! And all since college. I’m in my favorite now though in Indy. I love city life. We lived in Amish country Ohio when we first got married where my husband is from and I hated it. I was a little concerned when he got a job in Indy but he loves it here too!
Well, hot dog! I’m only a few hours away from Indy! *waves* Isn’t it nice to have a mister fix-it around?! I’m pretty proud of my handyman ????