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Rescued: a Pot-Bellied Pig and a novel?

 What? I know they don’t really go together, or do they?


I have Larynn Ford here today who will swear pot-bellied pigs and a novel most certainly do go together. Read on and find out how!


Do you have a pet?


Oreo is my pot-belly pig. I rescued him after he was abandoned by his human family. They adopted him as a baby and raised him as an inside pet. As with any living creature, pigs need attention and left alone all day, he went in search of something to occupy his time. A nice thick Sunday newspaper presented hours of enjoyment and when his family got home that evening, paper scraps were EVERYWHERE! I understand there was a large stack of clean laundry involved in the day’s adventure as well:)DSC05359


Unfortunately, when they returned home, he was banished to the back yard and rarely saw them other than feeding time. They then decided to move away and had no room for a growing pig in their new place. A neighbor agreed to feed him every day and find a him home so I took him.


Since he had spent so much time alone, he’s not as cuddly and loving as he would have been raised in the company of people, but he doesn’t mind a little scratch on his head at feeding time and he has learned a new trick to ask for his treats. Check out this little video.



Oh my gosh, Oreo is so cute. Okay, now I have to buy a house in the country and get me a pig! 

What is one of the most embarrassing things that’s happened to you?


At an Easter candle lighting ceremony at church,db_file_img_20484_344x344 I was asked to read a brief description of the symbolism of each color candle as I lit them.

I was so nervous I totally jumped my cue, lit the candles, and blurted out my description BEFORE the preacher even welcomed the congregation to the service that morning. I was mortified!!


Tee hee hee, I can see how that would be embarrassing, but at least you didn’t freeze up and got your descriptions out. 🙂

  If you had one do-over in your life, what would it be?


Especially now that I’m a writer, I wish I had listened to my grandparents and their stories of life when they were growing up. Family_During_the_DepressionI should have asked questions and stored their history in my mind. Imagine the wealth of material I would have to pull from and place in a book now.


One story from the depression years was relayed from my grandmother to my mother and then to me.

There was no work, no money, and no food.Row_of_men_at_the_New_York_City_docks_out_of_work_during_the_depression,_1934_-_NARA_-_518288

My grandfather and his brother met one morning to go in search of some kind of work so they could bring food home.


They left on foot in different directions with the understanding if either found food they would meet back at the house that evening and share.Landscape

My grandmother walked the floor, worrying how to feed her three toddlers. I can only imagine the desperation she felt and would love to use that emotion in a book one day.


I also never spoke with my grandmother before she passed, and regret it. I didn’t start writing or researching my ancestry until it was too late to ask her questions.

And now…(drum roll please)… Larynn’s latest release by Soul Mate Publishing, Rescued



Rescued blurb:

Fiercely independent and determined to be taken seriously in a man’s world, PI Rose Baxter will do whatever it takes to find the kids who are disappearing from the streets and bring them home safe, even teaming up with PI Marty Brown, a man hot enough to burn whatever part of her gets too close – her fingers, her sheets, her life, and her other nature’s whiskers.

But her other nature knows whiskers grow back and will accept nothing less than this man as her mate for life, a plan Marty’s all in on. Sparks fly when she refuses to be the little woman. Besides, those kids need her and their time’s running out. But, thrown together 24/7 can she fight it?




Rose heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape stripping from its roll. Her hands, bound together behind her back and another piece loosely secured the bag around her neck. Her memory of stored scents identified Mabel and Stan even before they spoke.

“Take her to the lab. I’ll stash her car.” Mabel’s footsteps hurried away. As soon as the front door close behind Mabel, Rose stiffened her body and formed an impossible to move statue. Her arms flexed and ripped the tape to separate her hands. Stan grabbed for her to regain his grip. She spun around to deliver a kick toward the sound of his astonished breathing. He collided with the floor and skidded to a stop when he smacked into the cabinet doors. As he scrambled to right himself, the knives rattled in the butcher block on the kitchen counter.

She ripped the tape from around her neck and yanked the pillowcase off her head in time to see the man lunge toward her. She side stepped his attack.

Shouting rang out from the living room. “Let go of me!” One sniff confirmed Logan and June had entered through the front door. Mabel would cause no more trouble.

The kitchen windows vibrated. The backdoor burst into splinters as Marty stormed through. His roar rattled the dishes stacked in the drainer when he spotted Stan holding a knife on his mate. “Nooo!”

Before she could blink, Marty swung one arm and backhanded Stan, sending him crashing through the window and out onto the patio. The stunned man scrambled to his feet, hobbled around the side of the house to his SUV, and hightailed it out the driveway.

Marty gripped Rose gently by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His eyes were intense. “Rose, answer me?”

“I’m fine. Did they catch Stan? I heard a vehicle leave.” She turned to the living room where Mabel sat in a huff.

“Oscar just called. The SUV’s have left the park and headed west out of town. I’ve called the police to come and pick her up. I’m assuming you’ll be pressing charges for kidnapping?” Logan had handcuffed Mabel and planted her in a chair. June stood ready in case she tried to escape.

“I want a few minutes with her first.” Rose turned to Mabel. Her nostrils flared and the fire from her inner animal flashed in her eyes. No, as much as she’d like to, she wouldn’t inflict the bodily harm this woman so deserved for her part in this whole scheme. She’d like to body slam the bitch to the floor, but her daddy had taught her the self-control she needed to work this job and work it right.

Getting some answers now was her primary concern. She wanted answers. While she wouldn’t physically injure the woman, she wasn’t above scaring the crap out of her to get the information she needed.

Mabel sneered at her and rolled her eyes. “And just what do you intend to do with your few minutes? Do you think I’m afraid of a mousy little thing like you? Oh, help, the little mousy girl is going to scare me,” she humphed in a mocking tone.

“Oh hell,” Marty said. He adjusted the hat on his head, glanced Logan’s way with a y’all best look out expression, and stepped back out of the way to give Rose room to work.

“June bug. Move back, honey,” Logan said as her steered his wife to the corner by the door and positioned his body, brick wall style in front of her for her own safety, just like an alpha male. Everyone read Marty’s message loud and clear.

Mabel’s expression changed from glaring sarcasm to certain fear as she watched the woman she had labeled as little make her way slowly toward her.

Rose’s eyes narrowed and focused on the woman. Her hands flexed from tight, curled fists to stiff, extended fingers, and back again. Her nails lengthened, exposing her razor sharp claws as she stepped over to the mouthy woman. Her eyes never left her target.


 Other books by Larynn Ford:



When she becomes the victim of several life-threatening incidents all in one week, it seems fate is out to put an end to Lynzi Lancaster. Her close calls with death trigger a series of dreams about a magical place and a certain man who broke her heart twenty years ago, Layne Brady. Could her life get any stranger?

When the star of her dreams announces, in person, that he had faked his death for twenty years in order to protect her, oh, and that he’s not actually human, the fireworks begin. Does she believe his extraordinary story of another world, the magical world of the Fae? Do fairies really exist? Should she trust her heart? Could her dreams come true?



All I Want For Christmas is a Soul Mate . . . 

This year’s delightful collection of Christmas short stories features a multitude of romantic genres all with one common theme: during the holiday season, nothing’s better than spending it with the one you love.

Twenty talented Soul Mate authors have put together an anthology that’s sure to please any reader who enjoys their romance with a splash of Christmas cheer:
A time-traveling Highlander brings comfort and joy to a young woman grieving her lost family . . .
Best friends, both widowed, suddenly see each other through new eyes during a snowed-in Christmas Eve;
A royal prince and a commoner fall in love despite their differences and a handful of untruths, thanks to a wreath that grants wishes . . .
An alien race understands the simple reward of giving, when their human captive does not . . .
Young lovers planning a Christmas wedding find their promise to each other is put to the ultimate test . . .
A ghostly groom refuses to stay away from the woman he loves . . .
For two modern believers, a magical, mystical visit to Bethlehem on the night of the Christ Child’s birth is both a joy and a responsibility . . .
And many more heartwarming, romantic stories celebrating ‘The Season To Be Jolly.’

Please join us as we tell a few tales, raise a glass of holiday cheer, and deck the halls with romance as well as boughs of holly!



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About Larynn Ford:

Larynn Ford is intrigued by the paranormal. She’s a day dreamer and a romantic. She loves to let her mind wander always searching for a happily ever after ending to her dreams.36a36a9b0c52e7595a3082e0779cc9f1_400x400

At home in East Central Alabama, she worked as a cook and cashier before becoming a wife and mother. Earned a degree in Elementary Education, taught school, and worked in customer service. All the while her day dreams stacked up in the archives of her mind waiting for, well…

She put some of those ideas on paper and began writing in 2009. Larynn’s first effort involves the reuniting of two lost loves through a series of dreams involving the magical land of the Fae. It’s not all fun and games though since danger lurks in the shadows and must be dealt with.

In 2010, she joined Romance Writers of America and chose the Southern Magic Chapter  in Birmingham, Alabama as her local support group.

She’s going to  keep on dreaming and searching for those happy endings.

Thanks Larynn for sharing about your wonderful new novel, Rescued, and letting us meet your rescued pot belly…Oreo! It was great fun. 🙂