My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

Kevin Cooper shares a lovely review of My Baby Wrote Me a Letter- thank you, Kevin!

Eight months pregnant and her Navy husband away on a mission, Grace Freeman craves the security of her childhood home in Canada.
When a letter written by her long-lost mother is found in an old writing desk it creates a tear in the fabric of her family.
Can Grace find a way to bring peace to those she loves, or will a message from the past destroy their future?

This is a beautifully written heart-felt story that can be read in one sitting. I was immediately entranced and finished reading it so quickly I found myself looking for more.

It’s a brilliant read filled with both raw emotions and a nice balance of family banter.

Touching.

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15 thoughts on “My Baby Wrote Me A Letter”

Beware Of The Reader says:

November 4, 2019 at 12:11 pm

When someone says he read your book in one sitting this is high praise Jacquie! Well done!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 4, 2019 at 3:16 pm
  
  Thanks, Sophie! It’s only a short story, but I think it turned out well 🙂
  
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D. Wallace Peach says:

November 4, 2019 at 12:57 pm

Congrats on the fabulous review, Jacquie. And a beautiful cover.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 4, 2019 at 3:15 pm
  
  Thank you! This is a cover I actually came up with and Kim Killion made happen- I love it!
  
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indianeskitchen says:

November 4, 2019 at 9:40 pm

Wow nice review!!!! Not really surprised though!!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 5, 2019 at 9:57 am
  
  Aw! Thanks, Diane 🙂
  
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Mae Clair says:

November 5, 2019 at 2:54 am

I’m not sure how I ever missed this one, but it sounds wonderful. I just grabbed a copy from Amazon.
And I love that cover!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 5, 2019 at 9:57 am
  
  Thanks, Mae! It’s a short story I did for an anthology celebrating Canada’s centennial (we’re a baby country compared to some, lol)
  
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel says:

November 5, 2019 at 5:48 am

Congrats, Jacquie. A wonderful review!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 5, 2019 at 9:54 am
  
  Totally made my day 🙂
  
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kevin cooper says:

November 5, 2019 at 6:26 am

Thanks for the reblog, Jacquie! 🙂

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 5, 2019 at 9:54 am
  
  VERY happy to share 🙂
  
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Chandra Lynn says:

November 6, 2019 at 4:38 pm

Added to my reading list!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  November 6, 2019 at 7:52 pm
  
  Yay, thank you!
  
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  1. Chandra Lynn says:
    
    November 7, 2019 at 5:44 pm
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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My name is Jacquie Biggar. When I’m not acting like a total klutz I am a wife, mother of one, grandmother, and a butler to my calico cat.
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