Jenny Knipfer–Author

Historical fiction author, Jenny Knipfer, shares her books, inspiration, thoughts on life and writing, and book reviews. Purchase Jenny's books, read her blog, or listen to encouraging podcasts, highlighting the life of a writer.

The name of this book intrigued me, so with a recommendation from a friend, I downloaded the Kindle book. At the time I downloaded, it was listed in Amazon’s free Prime Reads, a perk of membership that I love.


Margot De Wilde is an unconventional woman, more predisposed to view life through the filter of numbers than feelings. Working as a code breaker during The Great War, Margot meets Drake, whom she prayed for and saw as associated with “number 18”, even before they met.

Not the Navy man his sister, Dot, thinks he is, Drake operates as a spy. His encounter with the enemy leaves him wounded. While he recovers he meets Margot, who brushes off his attempts at flirting. But Drake soon realizes that Margot captures his attention like no other woman has. 

Although she eventually comes to appreciate Drake, Margot has a hard time letting Drake get close to her. When Drake speaks her language of numbers, her feelings grow. In addition Margot must learn to keep functioning after a recent tragedy in her life makes her ask some hard questions about her faith and of God. 

Dot and Margot become friends driving Drake and Margot together into tighter circles. They eventually end up working together to uncover some secrets and find someone they both hold dear. But will they find what they need in time? Will the language of love be understood between Margot and Drake, or will they be divided, ever ending in disparity. 

Readers of Christian historical fiction will enjoy this wartime spy novel of intrigue and unconventional romance. 

I enjoyed it, but gave it four stars instead of five. My reasons: 

I had significant trouble relating to the main character, Margot. Her thinking process is polar opposite of mine. About 3/4 of the way through the book that became a little easier. 

The “bad guy” had a perspective in the book, but I would liked to have known more about him. He jumps in about half-way through the book. I would have either left out his viewpoint or written more about him. 

All in all, a good book. I’ll definitely read more by Rosanna White.


How does cradling a hot cup of tea in my hands comfort me? The warmth reminds me of safety, of home. The steam relaxes me, as it transports the fragrance of the tea to my olfactory receptors. The silky taste of black tea with milk goes down smooth and energizes me. The combination of herbal tea with honey revitalizes my body and spirit and soothes many a cold or sore throat. This is the power of tea, but it also brings us together.

Whether it be the meeting of minds over the sharing of tea, a cup to welcome a friend, or a fancy tea party, the partaking of tea or coffee rests at the center of many social functions. Perhaps we let our guard down with a cup of something warm in our hands and become more transparent, or the fact of sharing the same, simple act drinking something binds us together somehow. What do you think?

In most of my books, I write a scene with a shared tea with friends, family, or neighbors in the storyline. Here’s a segment, pertaining to such a scene, from my book, Silver Moon, released in June. At the end of the book I have the tea recipe the friends share. I thought it might be nice to share it here with you. You will find it at the end of the post. I hope you enjoy the excerpt.


Lily unwrapped her scarf and unbuttoned her wool jacket. “The leaves are about spent.”

“Yes, just a few hanging on,” Mauve said over Silvy’s yapping.

She ignored her dog and still held the door open, as if waiting for something or someone else. The fall air sent a shiver up her spine.

He’s not coming, she reminded herself.

A part of her always seemed to be looking for her missing link—her husband. She sighed and closed the door. Really, she was glad Lily had come to visit her. She picked Silvy up to quiet her and tried to be more congenial.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you for a couple weeks.”

“Busy. Pop and I are burning both ends of the candle. It’s all he can do to find enough workers to fill the quotas we have coming in.” Lily reached out and let Silvy sniff her. “As many times as I’ve come to visit, Silvy still barks at me.”

“Aw, just ignore her.” Mauve let down Silvy, who was all bluster, and took Lily’s jacket. After she had hung up Lily’s outerwear, Mauve directed her to the sitting room where a cozy fire blazed and a low table sat spread with tea, biscuits, canned oranges, and cheese sandwiches cut into little shapes.

“Mm, this looks good.” Lily sniffed at the tea pot. “It smells spicy.”

“Yes, it’s an autumn spice tea; Jenay gave it to me. I don’t know exactly what’s in it. I’ll pour you a cup, and you can try it.” Mauve poured them each a cupful and sat down. “Grab a plate and help yourself.”

Little Silvy positioned herself on Mauve’s lap to scrounge for any dropped crumbs.

Lily wasted no time in obeying Mauve. “I worked up an appetite on my walk.” She sipped the tea. “Mm, I taste cinnamon, clove, mint, apple, and . . . a touch of sage.”

Mauve laughed. “You sound like a tea connoisseur.”
“Hardly.” Lily took a bite of a biscuit. “Little Pearl napping?”
“Yes, I finally got her down. She’s been fussy lately and wanting to be held. Marm says she’s probably cutting teeth. Maang-ikwe gave me a salve with chamomile that I can rub on her gum line. It helps some.”

“Heard from Oshki lately?”

Mauve took a gulp of her tea and scalded her tongue. “Yes. He’s good about writing regularly. From what I can tell, he’s still in the trenches somewhere in France. It doesn’t sound like they have made much of an advancement, but, of course, he can’t be too clear on the details.”

She took a bite of sandwich and chewed. “I can tell he’s trying to keep his and our spirits up. He often tells some tale, old or new, or some funny thing the men do. He doesn’t give too much of a description of their existence in the ground, but I am sure it’s miserable.”

Lily nodded in agreement. She changed the subject. “Mr. Bellevue surprised Nessa. He finally took her up on her offer to move out here.

She picked him up from the dock a few days ago. I think his presence may help her. He always was a stabilizing presence in her life.”

“How nice. I’m happy for Vanessa.” Mauve wished she had a stabilizing presence in her own life. Just to have another body around the house would be comforting.

I do have Pearl and Silvy.

Yes, she did, but neither of them could talk back to her and tell her the comforting words she longed to hear—that it would be all right. She sighed and forced her mind to focus on Lily’s new interest.

“Well, I can’t do all the talking. Tell me about Jimmy.” Mauve stroked Silvy’s silky coat. The little dog shrugged off her attention, attentive at the possibility of a treat.

Lily swallowed and washed the food down with another drink of tea. “I can tell he’s trying to spare me the nasty details too.” She smiled, and a dreamy look rested on her face. “His letters are simple, but nice.”

“That’s it? Come on, this is me you’re talking to. I know you better than that.” Mauve narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger at Lily. “You like him, I mean, really like him.”

Lily actually blushed and shrugged in a noncommittal way. “Maybe.”

“This nice guy is the same person who used to nail your hair to the school desk?”

“To be fair, it was only one time. And he’s grown up now and has repented of his ways.”

“Has he indeed?” Mauve enjoyed teasing her friend. She was glad Lily had a potential beau. She had feared Lily would be an old maid, but, then, Lily probably wouldn’t have minded that all that much.

I would though, Mauve thought.

Mauve knew she needed people. As feisty and fiery as she could be sometimes, she understood most of that to be bluster. She took comfort in a group of friends or family. She was glad she’d married right away. She hadn’t wanted to be alone, but, ironically, that’s how it had turned out.

I have family, Pearl, and Silvy. I’m not alone, she kept reminding herself daily.

“I think I’m . . . in love with Jimmy,” Lily confessed as she looked at her lap and blushed some more.

“I’m glad, Lil.”

Just then, Pearl started crying. Silvy stirred and looked concerned too.

“Oh, I thought she would sleep longer.” Mauve couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“Let me go get her.” Lily stood and persuaded Mauve to finish her tea.

“All right. If she needs her nappy changed, there are clean ones on the stand by the dresser I use as a changing table.”

“Who said anything about changing diapers?” Lily winked and laughed at Mauve’s odd look. “Just kidding.”

When Lily had taken care of Pearl, she brought her to the sitting room and settled the baby on her lap.

“Who’s my good girl?” Mauve asked in a high-pitched, baby voice as she tickled her daughter under her chubby chin. Pearl giggled and smiled with delight.

“Aww, she’s a charmer.” Lily pet Pearl’s new crop of red hair, sprouting from her head like alfalfa. “I thought you said she was cranky.”

“She has her moments. Trust me.” Mauve looked at the clock on the wall. “She should be getting hungry soon. Want to feed her a bit of applesauce and oatmeal?”

Mauve set Silvy down and readied herself to mix up Pearl’s food.

“Definitely.” Lily picked Pearl up and followed Mauve into the kitchen.

Mauve washed her hands at the sink and heated some water on the stove. When the water turned warm, she added a little ground oatmeal and a spoonful of plain applesauce. Pearl started to whimper, and Lily jiggled her up and down in her arms. Mauve transferred the mixture to a small bowl and set it on the table.
“Here, I’ll hold her, and you can shovel it in.” Mauve grinned as she handed Lily a spoon.

“Alrighty, little miss. Your Auntie Lil is gonna give this a try.” Lily scooped up a tiny portion of the cereal with the tiny spoon and deposited it in Pearl’s mouth, although half of it came back out again. Pearl quieted and concentrated on eating.

Silvy watched attentively from her domain on the floor. What fell to her kingdom was hers.

“You can catch her dribbles with the spoon and send them back in,” Mauve pointed out.

“Ah, here . . . we . . . go.” Lily exaggerated her actions. Pearl’s eyes got bigger with anticipation when the loaded spoon got close to her mouth. When Lily wasn’t fast enough with the food, she squealed.

“Someone knows where their bread’s buttered.”
Mauve laughed. “Yes, indeed. She knows what she wants.”
“Don’t you get tired?” Lily asked frankly. “How do you manage it all, this house, the baby, and all the washing and cleaning and feeding?”

“My sisters and Marm help some. But sometimes . . . it’s lonely.” Mauve looked around the kitchen and then at Lily, “Even with Pearl here. We weren’t meant to be living here alone.”

The laughter and light spirit defining their time together suddenly left. Sadness took its place. Lily met Mauve’s eyes, but she didn’t smile. I’m glad she understands. Mauve helped Lily finish feeding Pearl.

“I should nurse her a little now.” Mauve wiped Pearl’s face with a washcloth and picked her up.

“While you do that, I’ll clean up the tea things and the kitchen.”

Mauve walked back to the sitting room and settled herself on the couch with a pillow propped under her arm to help support Pearl’s weight. Silvy hopped up next to her mistress. While her daughter nursed, Mauve stroked her soft cheek and spoke quietly to her.

“Let me tell you about your daddy. He’s handsome, strong, a bit wild, but quiet. He likes animals and nature. He loves you very much and can’t wait to get home to see you. He wanted me to tell you this story . . .”

Mauve whispered the Ojibwe tale Oshki had sent in his last letter to Pearl. It was one of Mauve’s favorite native stories . . .

Now, Waynaboozhoo needed to leave his camp, but he wanted it watched while he was gone so he asked Wiigwaas, Birch Tree, to watch it for him.

“Now, I go hunting, Wiigwaas. Will you watch my camp and see that no harm comes to it?”

“Oh yes, Waynaboozhoo, I will be your eyes.” So off went Waynaboozhoo, but Wiigwaas did not keep his word. He let Coyote, the trickster, come and mess up the camp.

When Waynaboozhoo came back, he shouted with anger. “What has happened, Wiigwaas? Why did you not watch my camp?”

Wiigwaas’s branches drooped, and his leaves chimed in the wind. “I am sorry, Waynaboozhoo. I will be more careful next time.”

Then Waynaboozhoo spanked Wiigwaas with some pine boughs and scratched his bark for not watching carefully.

Some time passed and again Waynaboozhoo had to leave his camp.

“You must watch the camp again, Wiigwaas. This time be careful and watch and listen for trouble.”

“I will,” Wiigwaas said.

But Coyote came again, tricked Wiigwaas, broke down Waynaboozhoo’s wigwam, and broke apart his ring of fire stones.

Waynaboozhoo was angry when he returned and saw what had happened. He grabbed some crows and swatted their big, black feathers against Wiigwaas to teach him a lesson. The black rubbed off into the scratches Waynaboozhoo had made in Wiigwaas’s bark, and they are still there today.

Wiigwaas has learned to be a better helper, and every part of Wiigwaas is used by the Anishinaabe: the bark for shelter, canoes, baskets, and paper, the sap for oil, the inner bark for food, and the leaves for tea and medicine.

Pearl finished suckling, and Mauve sat her up to burp her as she finished the story.

Lily leaned against the doorway of the sitting room with a towel in her hand, drying a teacup. “Telling stories?”

“Yes. Oshki sends them in his letters. I tell them to Pearl. This one was How the Birch Tree Got Its Marks. It feels like a part of him is here with us when I tell his stories to her.”

“Oshki always was a storyteller. He learned from his aunt, I guess. Well, this is the last.” Lily held up the dried teacup. “I probably should be headed back before the light starts to fade.”

Mauve wished Lily didn’t have to go. She enjoyed having another person in the house.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, Lil.” Mauve got up to say goodbye. “Come again soon.”

“I will.” She kissed Mauve on the cheek. “Bye, sweet Pearl. I’ll see you soon.”

Lily kissed Pearl, wrapped herself in her warm clothes, and headed back home. She turned and waved at Mauve, watching through the kitchen window.

Mauve held Pearl for a while after Lily left. She couldn’t bear to empty her arms yet. It felt comforting to have Pearl’s warm, little body against hers. She knew she’d been down the last few months, but she was starting to feel better.

The tale of Wiigwaas reminded her of how she dealt with Oshki’s absence. She played the role of Wiigwaas, and Oshki, Waynaboozhoo. She had the job of keeping watch over their home and life while Oshki was gone, but she’d let the old trickster come in and tempt her with a deep sadness.

I am tired of it! Mauve yelled inwardly.

Oshki wouldn’t want her to succumb to the melancholy she’d been entrenched in.

I’ll keep a better watch over our camp, Mauve promised Oshki in her heart. She snuggled next to her daughter, slept, and dreamed good

dreams of the three of them around a cozy fire in the midst of the woods.


This is a recipe for a hand-blended tea from ingredients that I grew, except the spices.
It’s simple, light, and comforting.

1 and 1⁄2 T. dried apple 2 t. dried sage
2 t. dried mint
1 t. dried chamomile
2 T. cinnamon bark chips 1⁄2 t. crushed clove buds

Chop dried ingredients separately before measuring. After chopping mix together well.
Store in airtight container away from light.
Use 1 t. per 8oz of boiling water.
Steep for 4-5 min. in an infuser.


Blessings, J

I’m very happy to host The Queen’s Devil on my blog today as a part of the book tour with The Coffee Pot Book Club. Following is a bit about the book and the author, Paul Walker. You’ll find my review toward the bottom.



William Constable, recently married astrologer and mathematician, has settled into routine work as a physician when he is requested to attend two prisoners in the Tower of London. Both are accused of separate acts treason, but their backgrounds suggest there may be a connection.

Sir Francis Walsingham and Lord Burghley urge William to discover further intelligence from the prisoners while tending their injuries from torture.

The agent’s investigations lead him to the French Embassy, which lies at the heart of a conspiracy which threatens the nation.

Through his enquiries, an unsuspecting William becomes entangled in a perilous web of politicking and religious fervour.

The threat comes from one the most powerful men in the English court – one referred to as the Queen’s Devil.

William faces a race against time to unpick these ties, climaxing in a daring raid on the Embassy.


Publication date: 27 July 2020

Genre: Historical Fiction / Historical Thriller

Publisher: Sharpe’s Books Print Length: 274 pages


Praise for Paul Walker:

“Walker skilfully creates a treacherous world of half-truths, plots and duplicity… simmering with impending danger.” Michael Ward, author of Rags of Time.

“A gripping and evocative page-turner that vibrantly brings Elizabeth’s London to life.” Steven Veerapen, author of A Dangerous Trade.

“Full of convincing characters both historical and imagined.” Peter Tonkin

Author Bio: Paul Walker

Paul is married and lives in a village 30 miles north of London. Having worked in universities and run his own business, he is now a full-time writer of fiction and part-time director of an education trust. His writing in a garden shed is regularly disrupted by children and a growing number of grandchildren and dogs.

Paul writes historical fiction. He inherited his love of British history and historical fiction from his mother, who was an avid member of Richard III Society. The William Constable series of historical thrillers is based around real characters and events in the late sixteenth century. The first two books in the series – State of Treason and A Necessary Killing – were published in 2019. The third book, titled The Queen’s Devil, was published in the summer of 2020.



Third in the William Constable spy series, The Queen’s Devil follows the escapades of Dr. William Constable in 1583 under Queen Elizabeth’s reign. 

Several men of high position ask William, trusted doctor, mathematician, and astrologer, to treat the wounds of several prisoners in the Tower of London. But all is not as it seems as those in authority leverage William to try to get the prisoners to spill forth what torture has not succeeded in revealing. 

Suspicions run high, and an adversary warps William’s religious and medical theologies to their own ends. He must rely upon friends to help flush out The Queen’s Devil. 

An ever increasing depth of espionage entrenches William to seek for answers that will convict those guilty of treason but also free someone whom he holds most dear. 

Based upon the lives of real people, this hearty, spy drama will satisfy those who relish a meaty novel. I recommend The Queen’s Devil to those who enjoy historical, literary, and spy fiction. 

I give it four out of five stars:

I found the story and characters a bit hard to track with at first. I kept having to turn back to try to get an understanding who the side characters were. The long paragraphs made it difficult to be easily read; I had to pay careful attention to stay with the story and understand who was speaking. I disliked the use of single quotation marks for dialogue instead of the traditional double quotes. 

But all in all, I enjoyed the book and am happy to recommend to other readers!

Happy Reading! J

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I am thrilled to let you know about a multi-author giveaway through Celebrate Lit, a book tour company. I am one of the authors participating with a copy of Ruby Moon. I will be touring with them October through December with the first three titles in my By the Light of the Moon series.

Here are the details:

Readers, kids are back in school and with all the changes due to Covid with thought it would be encouraging to do a fun giveaway just for you!

Don’t miss your chance to enter to win a $350 Amazon gift card and 40 books in our Celebrate Lit Multi-Author Giveaway. 

Click here to enter:

The event and giveaway is going on now through September 20! 



⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ and 1/2

The Butterfly and the Violin, by Kristy Cambron 

Told in a split timeline, The Butterfly and the Violin paints the stories of two women, separated by many decades. 

Sera James, a finder and restorer of art antiques, naturally has a passion for art, but one particular portrait of a violinist from the German death camps obsesses her. Since she saw it as a girl, she has worked to track it down.

William Hanover, heir to a fortune, crosses Sera’s path, but the sparks that fly are not all based in the passions of the heart. He desires to find the original portrait as well. 

Adele Von Bron, darling violinist of the philharmonic orchestra in Austria, dares to fly a bit too close to the flame. Undertaking a mission to hide her Jewish friends from the German Gestapo, Adele and her sweetheart from the orchestra, Vladimir, get caught. Adele and Vladimir get separated as they are thrown into train cars and taken to work camps. Will Vladimir ever see his “butterfly” of the orchestra again?

Ending up at Auschwitz, Adele is pooled into a musicians group, which plays when the SS demands. She soon learns to survive. But will she be strong enough to endure through sickness and the all the death around her? 

Readers of Christian fiction, Christian historical fiction, and wartime fiction, will enjoy this dramatic novel.

I gave this book four and 1/2 stars instead of five because it seemed similar to other WWII fiction novels I have read. Maybe I’ve just read too many, but the cover of this book attracted me. I found Cambron’s writing and style enjoyable.

What are you reading?

Let me know in the comments what currently has your attention in the book world.

Happy Reading! J

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I am excited to announce that I have decided to go ahead and publish my fourth and last novel in my By the Light of the Moon series, Harvest Moon, which will be released on November 23rd, 2020. Harvest Moon is fourth in the series but acts as a prequel to my first book, Ruby Moon, since events in the Harvest Moon take place prior to Ruby Moon.

I have a cover reveal and giveaway coming up on September 10th, 2020. If you share my post on social media on the 10th, I will add your name to a pool of names, from which I’ll choose several winners at random to receive a copy of Harvest Moon after it’s published. All my social media links are on the sidebar of my website or at the bottom, if viewed on a phone. Please connect with me, follow, and share my cover reveal post to take part in the giveaway.

Harvest Moon Back Cover Description:

A tale of finding grace and blessing amongst life’s hardships

In the wilds of 19th century Ontario, Maang-ikwe, a young Ojibwe woman, falls into a forbidden love, breaks her father’s honor, and surrenders her trust to someone who betrays it. The abuse she suffers divides her from her tribe and causes her to give up what she holds most dear. 

Niin-mawin must come to grips with his culture being ripped away from him. Brought up in a “white man’s” school, he suffers through an enforced “civilized” education and separation from his family. When a man he respects reveals a secret about Niin-mawin’s past, he embarks on a search for the person he hopes can mend the part of his heart that’s always been missing. 

Both Maang-ikwe and Niin-mawin wonder how a harvest of pain and sorrow will impact their lives. Will they find the blessings amongst the hardships, or will they allow the results of division and abuse to taint their hearts forever?

Fans of historical fiction, Native American fiction, Christian historical fiction, clean romance, and literary fiction will be moved by this deep, heartfelt novel. 

Coming up:

I finished The Queen’s Devil, by Paul Walker last week but will wait to post a review, because I am participating in book tour for that title, through The Coffee Pot Book Club. Look for my post coming up on Sept. 16th.

Right now I am reading a WWII novel, The Butterfly and the Violin, by Kristy Cambron and am enjoying it very much. Look for my book review next week. Doesn’t it have a beautiful cover?

What are you reading right now? I’d love to know.

Happy Reading! J

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I took this picture of thistles on the hill behind our home.

Why do some people feel they have the right to comment on our lives, work, or actions, like they stand so much taller than us or are somehow superior? I hate that, and I never want to be that person. 

If I don’t know someone well or have a relationship with them and a place to honestly speak from, who am I to say what they should do, how they should be? I don’t know the circumstances of their life or actions, I can’t see all the issues, and I don’t have all the answers. 

Words to reflect on:

I often reflect on Jesus’s words, “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” John 8:7 This speaks of self-righteous judgement. It’s so easy to grumble, complain, and gossip about the lives of others, and many people easily fall into condemning others, not realizing the choices they’ve made are just as bad. 

I’ve been the recipient of this in my own life lately, and it has caused me some grief. I had a minor meltdown from words flung at me via a messaging application online, which left me sideswiped. In this instance someone picked apart my work, judging it, and erroneously pointing out “mistakes” that editorial-wise are simply not there. 

I should know better:

By now, I should know better than to let short-sighted people get the better of me, but these incidences help solidify my resolve in not acting in a similar way. I want grace to be my first response, acting with kindness and understanding toward others. I’d rather be known for kindness than saying my piece, getting the last word in, or pouring out my opinion. 

Rather than a sharp word or condemning thought, show kindness instead of prickles to someone today. It might be someone who you’ve struggled with, not agreed with, or had words with. Maybe they don’t even deserve your grace, but thank the Lord that we don’t get what we deserve. We’re all guilty of something. 

I desire to strive to choose kindness, today and tomorrow and every day after that. I hope you want to do the same. Your life and everyone’s around you will be better for it.

Thanks for reading!

Blessings, J

I woke up smiling this morning, thinking about posting my review today. I enjoy blogging about the books I’ve read and am happy to share my thoughts with you.

MY REVIEW: The Girl Who Came Home, by Hazel Gaynor

1912: Maggie Murphy and a number of folks from her hometown in Ireland board the Titanic and set out toward a new life in America. Aboard ship they befriend a steward, Harry, who ends up providing assistance, just when Maggie and her friends need help the most. Will Maggie and her countrymen survive the tragic maiden voyage of the infamous ship? 

1982: With the help of her grandmother, journalist, Grace Butler, writes a stellar article, featuring a firsthand account of that fateful last day on Titanic. The story she uncovers changes her and her family forever. 

Based on true stories and told in a split timeline, The Girl Who Came Home is a poignant drama of things both lost and found. 


Although Hazel Gaynor is one of my favorite authors, I gave this book only four stars. I did not love the story compared to her others books. Maybe I’ve just seen and read one too many Titanic tales. It seemed similar to other stories. I also found a few instances where the point of view didn’t line up. With a multi-POV, scenes should be restricted to just one perspective. She had several in spots. 

I would still recommend this book to readers of historical fiction who enjoy split timelines and stories of the Titanic. 

Coming up:

I signed up to be a book blog tour host through Coffee Pot Book Club. My first review is coming up on September 16th for The Queen’s Devil, by Paul Walker, third in a series of spy novels set in the late 1500’s. I am almost finished with it and am enjoying it!


What are you reading right now? Let me know in the comments.

I’d love to connect as readers on BOOKBUB and GOODREADS!

Happy Reading! J

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In a book on writing inspiration and advice from writers, A Light in the Dark, I read one chapter by the wildly popular author, Stephen King, on starting a story well with the opening lines. I’ve not read any of his books, because I do not care for the horror genre, of which most of his titles can be grouped into. However, the fact that he’s sold so many books says something about his work, so I read what he had to say.

He talked about revealing the heart of a novel in the opening sentence or sentences. A reader should get a taste of what might happen and the theme or direction the story might traverse to get to the crux of the plot from the opening lines of a novel. Although I read his tip after I’d written the books in my By the Light of the Moon series, I think I achieved this, for the most part. 

You be the judge:

Below are the opening lines of the four books in my series. Can you get a taste of how the story will unfold in each? 

Ruby Moon:

I see the moon, and I imagine the moon sees me—every hidden part. The blood red of a ruby is reflected upon its surface. It appears like a floating jewel, fit for a queen.

Blue Moon:

“Come. We must be quiet.” I motion to the lad as I kneel next to his bed.

“Is this part of our game?” Luis looks up at me. His sleepy eyes appear to hold doubt that his auntie wants to play at this hour.

“Oui, but we must be quiet. Yes? Juliet, Maman, and Papa will not understand.”

Silver Moon:

The door between death and life is so thin. I could melt into the passageway as easily as floating on water. It is a place just one step away from drowning. I could be buoyant and breathing one minute, then not. Death’s door becoming a fluid birth.

Harvest Moon:

My mother always said that one day I’d get ripped open by my stubbornness, and she was right. It’s my fool, stubborn heart which led to Ignacio’s banishment and will most likely lead to mine.

What do you think? 

Did my first few lines pull you in and make you want to read more? Did they reveal what the story will be about? Let me know in the comments. 

Thanks for reading! Blessings, J


This week, Prism Book Tours is hosting a bookstagram tour for my latest book, Silver Moon. Check out their giveaway post on Instagram @prisimbooktours. Click on the button to read an interview with me, the synopsis of the book, and the book tour schedule.

For me reading has progressed slower than writing this week. Thus, I have not finished the book I’m reading, The Girl Who Came Home, by Hazel Gaynor. Next week I will post a review.

So, instead of a traditional review post of a book that I’ve read, I thought I would post portions of reviews from my latest book, Silver Moon, set in Canada and France during WWI.

Here’s What Readers Are Saying:

I would think it would be difficult to write about war, so it is obvious Jenny did much research to make the war scenes, actions, and attitudes realistic. And it was touching to see the struggles of the women and families left back home in Canada as they try to be supportive and stay encouraged. Those scenes, the women back home, reminded me of one of the Anne of Green Gables books that was set in WWI. Jenny is so good at giving us characters that we care about and want to know what happens next. I definitely recommend Silver Moon.” Carolyn M.

“The way the men looked at war was interesting to read. Although we cannot know what these veterans of war actually think and feel this book has some very interesting insight into this. The plight of Christian men being told to kill other humans was a real concern felt by many soldiers. How they felt and the guilt they felt that they survived when other’s did not.” Shirley M.

“Ultimately, Silver Moon is a story of forgiveness, second chances, prayer and patience. Although told through multiple characters, Lily and Luis carry the main threads. An epilogue wraps up this story line. Harvest Moon, the fourth in the series, is scheduled for release later this fall and I look forward to reading it.” Lisa L.

Jenny brought to life what many experienced during this time period, both on the battlefield and back at home. Her characters are ones readers will come to care about. The book ends with a bit of a surprise, leaving me anxious to read what happens next in this story or possibly what was happening in another place at the time of the first three books in the series.” Jane M.

Jenny Knipfer completely outdid herself in her latest novel, Silver Moon. The third installment in her By the Light of the Moon series, again we enter the beloved Wabashi Bay and are quickly immersed in the lives of Lily, Oshki, and Luis. However, this book soon takes a much darker turn than its predecessors, for our characters find themselves unable to resist the evils of WWI. Not a light hearted read, this book will engulf your senses, evoking the deepest and highest of emotions as you cheer and cry for the survival of dearly loved characters.” Amazon Customer

There is a lot of loss, which is to be expected in times of war, but there are also some very touching moments in the book as well. I was kept on the edge of my seat at times wondering what the outcome was going to be. This was a very touching and heartfelt story that I highly recommend.” Bear Reader

This book will make you hold your breath waiting to see what will happen to our beloved characters as Knipfer puts them through their paces. You’ll want to cry, support, and rejoice in their triumphs as they experience WW1 and its many dangers.” Lori P.

“If you like historical wartime novels this one will be right up there at the top for you. Split timelines, excellent writing, a powerful drama, wonderful romance and nail biting suspense regarding whether the main characters are going to make it through the war alive.” Stella P.

Happy Reading! J

Do you enjoy reading historical fiction? In the comments, tell me about a favorite of yours. 🙂

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