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Be the First to Welcome Louisa to Oklahoma!

Posted by on Nov 13, 2017 in Oklahoma, Writing | 0 comments

It’s June 11, 1885. Lovely Lola Bell lost her job last night, and is right now checking out the stagecoach times to Fort Reno, Indian Territory. And you want to be there when she arrives! Be the first to Welcome Louisa to Oklahoma!! Holding the Fort Launch Party Tuesday, December 5th 6:30 – 8:30 Mustang Public Library 1201 North Mustang Rd, Mustang, OK     Celebrate the release of Regina’s newest book with door prizes, refreshments, a costume photo booth, and behind the scene information about the new series set at Fort Reno, Indian Territory. All proceeds from book sales goes to benefit the Friends of the Mustang Library. I can just picture her, chewing her lip as she studies the fares, wondering how long her money can last and what she’s going to do now that her singing career is over. Who in their right mind wants to hire a former dance hall singer? And then there’s Major Daniel Adams looking for a strict, decorous matron to be a governess to his willful daughters. Growing up motherless on a frontier outpost, the Adams girls haven’t the least idea of how a lady should act. They need a firm hand – the stricter, the better. Miss Bell would’ve never pretended to be a governess, but they needed one so desperately. And she needs the job. What could it hurt to go along, just for a bit? “The first book in Jennings’ new Fort Reno series is a delightful read that helps solidify what a wonderful and imaginative writer Jennings is. She manages to create unique stories with interesting and well-developed characters while combining humor, mystery and a sprinkle of faith.” — RT Book Reviews” In this character-driven series launch, Jennings offers a powerful lesson on the freedom of truth and forgiveness wrapped in a delightful story of love against the odds.”–Publishers Weekly “This series launch is a charming historical romance set in 1880s Fort Reno, OK. . . . Jennings kicks off a new series with a light and enjoyable tale that will delight her fans as well as lovers of historical romance.”–Library Journal We hope to see you at the Party. If you’d like to join the Facebook group you can find the invitation here. If you can’t be in Mustang, Oklahoma, to get an autographed copy don’t fret. Louisa can come to you. Copies of Holding the Fort are now available for pre-order. Pre-Order “Holding the Fort” Happy reading and thank you! Love,...

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Let the Countdown Begin…

Posted by on Oct 7, 2017 in Books | 10 comments

Let the Countdown Begin…

You wait, and you wait, and you wait…. and then suddenly it’s almost time! Holding the Fort is just around the corner. It comes out DEC. 6th!! And because anticipation is half of the fun, here’s a review from Publisher’s Weekly that I got just today! Jennings introduces readers to an abundant cast in this first installment of The Fort Reno Series set in 1880s Oklahoma. Louisa “Lovely Lola” Bell is the featured singer at the Cat Eye Saloon until the owner replaces her with another performer. Out of a job and with no prospects in sight, Lola heads towards Fort Reno, an outpost in Indian territory where her brother is stationed. On the way there, Lola meets Mrs. Townsend, a Mennonite governess dispatched to the fort to educate Major Daniel Adams’s daughters. When Mrs. Townsend falls ill and can’t continue the trip, Louisa offers to deliver the girls’ textbooks. Arriving at the fort, Louisa is mistaken for the governess and falls into playing the part. Daniel and Louisa’s relationship deepens despite secrets, deceptions, and an Indian uprising. In this character-driven series launch, Jennings offers a powerful lesson on the freedom of truth and forgiveness wrapped in a delightful story of love against the odds. Wasn’t that nice of them?   So, you know you want the book, but you’re afraid you might forget when the time comes? Well, here are some options to help you remember: Write a reminder on your arm in Sharpie. Trace it once a week when it starts to fade. Tell your child that you’ll take them to McDonald’s the day after Holding the Fort arrives (Dec. 6th). Then they will constantly ask you if you’ve got it yet. Visit your local Christian Book Store and pre-order Holding the Fort. Tell them that you are a personal friend of the author. (Because, we probably are great friends, and if we haven’t met yet, we probably would be great friends!) Go online and pre-order Holding the Fort at Amazon, B&N, iBooks, ChristianBook, or another trustworthy business. Post on Facebook telling everyone what you just did. Tell your local library that you MUST READ THIS BOOK and have them order a copy for you! Join my newsletter list. Then you’ll get reminders when the time comes! (December 6th) Make a vow that you won’t wash your hair until you’ve read Holding the Fort. Your co-workers will all celebrate the release date (Dec. 6th) with you. I know, I know. I go above and beyond trying to be helpful, but that’s just my heart for you, dear friends. If you can’t tell, I’m a little excited about getting to write a series set in my home state. If you share my excitement, leave a comment letting me know what you’re doing to help you remember Dec. 6th, the day we can all be Holding the Fort together!! And as an added bonus, at least one commenter will get to be a part of my influencer team, which means a free copy of the book!   (Must comment before Oct. 20th.) Counting the days!! Love,...

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Don’t Ever Donate This to Your Church Library…

Posted by on Apr 19, 2017 in Christian Life, Oklahoma | 44 comments

Don’t Ever Donate This to Your Church Library…

As a volunteer at our church library, I go through boxes of donations. Some boxes contain fresh-off-the-press books that were speedily read once and then shared. Other boxes are covered with dust and cobwebs, but among the dead crickets and fiddlebacks are valuable leather volumes. If we already have the book in our collection, we might place them on the sale rack, but there have been a few donations that weren’t even suitable for resale. And there’s one I’ll always remember. The rest of the box was pretty typical – a few Left Behind stories, and a Dobson parenting book – but then there was this small, white paperback with a generic title, like Seasons of Love or something, and a picture of a couple watching a sunset together. Was this a secular romance? I couldn’t tell by the publisher’s name. In fact, it looked self-published. Was it someone I knew? I skimmed through the Table of Contents and saw chapter titles like On the Beach, At the Chalet, After the Football Game, On the Ranch. The first chapter started with characters named Nick and Megan and yes, they were on the beach. There was no plot, or backstory. Just two characters on a beach and we’ll just hope they were on a deserted beach, and that they were lawfully wed. What was this book? A collection of steamy short-stories? The next chapter had two characters caught in a snowstorm in the Alps, and they weren’t playing Scrabble to pass the time at the chalet. I thumbed through the rest of the book. Nothing but a collection of love scenes set in exotic locations. But wait? Wasn’t the main character named Nick in the first chapter? And was that Megan again? Were all of these fantasies about characters named Nick and Megan? What in the world? I’d never heard of a book like this. I flipped through the title pages and copyright pages trying to find out who published this ramshackle hot mess of raunchy scenes. That’s when I saw it.   To Nick and Megan (Last Name), on their wedding day…  Love, Mom. Nick and Megan? That Nick and Megan? The ones who go to church with me? The ones who sing in the choir? His mom bought this for them? His mom? Yes, turns out there are websites where you can customize books like this. Nick’s mom did this for their wedding, and poor Megan accidentally donated to the church library. Whether or not the idea of making a book filled with saucy scenes of me and my husband had ever occurred to me, I hope it’d never occurred to my mother-in-law! Had Megan meant to throw it away? Could we sell it for more than $1 on the sale rack? (Just joking!) I felt compelled to let her know. She wasn’t a close friend, but surely she’d see the humor in it and be glad I caught the mistake before someone else read the book. On Sunday after church, I met her in the library and handed her the book. “I think you might want this back,” I said. She glanced at it. “No, I don’t have room for it on my bookshelves. The kids’ books are taking up too much space.” She pushed it back at me. “But it’s...

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First Line Quiz

Posted by on Jan 12, 2017 in Books | 0 comments

First Line Quiz

Can you match the first lines from Regina Jennings Books with their Title and Covers? Give it a...

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I’m Not Superwoman (But I Do Borrow Her Cape)

Posted by on Aug 10, 2016 in Family | 1 comment

I’m Not Superwoman (But I Do Borrow Her Cape)

“You homeschool?” She blinks like I just told her that I eat broken glass. “I don’t know how you do it. I don’t have the patience/time/nerve.” “It’s really not that bad,” I assure her. “I can write/clean/cook while they do their lessons. We love all the time we get to spend together as a family.” But she isn’t convinced, so I give up and we move on to less astonishing topics. If you’ve homeschooled long enough to dull your sharpened pencils, you’ve had this conversation. “I’m not Superwoman,” you insist, but no one believes you, so you go back to your quiet home, cuddle up with your little ones, enjoy your favorite read-alouds and wonder why they are so amazed. Who wouldn’t want this gentle, idyllic life? Then it happens. For me it’s usually 2:30 when child #2 admits that she’s skipped her science assignments all last week and child #4 is in tears over a writing assignment. The phone rings and it’s a friend on her way home from running her errands. She wants to chat as she heads to her clean house before the school bus drops her kids off. In despair, I look my chaotic children and realize I have a couple of hours of homework before I can work on my edits, or shower, or start dinner. Discontent begins to creep in. “This is so hard,” I think. “I can’t do this any longer. Who do I think I am, Superwoman?” Surprise, surprise. The lady was right after all. It is hard. It does wear you slick. It takes incredible amounts of patience, time and nerve to educate your children. Why do we deny this? Why do we pretend it can be accomplished with minimal effort? We do ourselves a disservice when we “humbly” pretend that homeschooling is easy – that’s it’s for everyone – that it requires little sacrifice. If we trick ourselves into believing that, then we are unprepared for the tough days. We are shocked when the sacrifice hurts. We are frustrated when the price is high. Guess what. If you are homeschooling, you are a superhero. You are doing a very difficult job with little encouragement or praise. Daily, you deal with fears of inadequacy, but you keep fighting the fight. They were right. It does take a super strength to succeed, but the power isn’t in one amazing feat. It’s in a million small decisions. Be wary, be prepared, and on those tough days put on your cape and keep flying. (This article was written for a homeschooling blog in 2011. Copyright retained by Regina...

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Continuity Issues

Posted by on Feb 16, 2016 in Devotions, Writing | 0 comments

Continuity Issues

Let’s say you’re going to make up a story. A grand story. A story that’s going to span centuries with a cast of characters that numbers into the thousands. This story is going to be so big, that it’ll require several authors working with you – dozens in fact. And it’s going to take a long time to write. Generations will pass before it’s done. How are you going to plan for that? I’m currently editing a novella collection about three brothers, but it’s on a much smaller scale. The stories are all set in the same town and share a lot of the same characters, but a different author is writing each individual brother’s story. A project like this takes planning. Before these ladies started writing, they set down names, places, and characters. Together they matched the stories of these brothers so that they made sure that what was said in one story lined up with the next story. They each know what had happened to the youngest brother when he was in high school. They each know how the middle brother got hurt and why the oldest brother had to come home. These women are all Americans living in 2016. They all speak English and have studied writing at the same conferences in the same industry. They’ve collaborated on the project since the beginning. Seems like it’d be pretty easy for them to get their story straight, right? Think again. When the three stories came in, as good as they were, there were inconsistencies throughout. Things that had been decided at the onset had been altered slightly, but minor changes over three stories meant mistakes. And while character names and their histories were agreed on, often the characters were unrecognizable across the different submissions. Someone who was somber and introspective in one story was playful and outgoing in the next. Having taken part in a continuity collection myself, I know these issues aren’t unique to these wonderful authors.  They are merely details that have to be ironed out, which happens with every work. Nothing unusual about mistakes. In fact, it’s expected. Just imagine, however, if the authors hadn’t talked before they wrote their stories, and yet all the stories matched up? That would be unusual. And can you imagine if forty-some authors wrote a collection of books over a span of fifteen-hundred years – authors who had never met, authors who lived under different governments, different nations, and who spoke different languages – and their stories told a consistent story? That would be a miracle. That would be our Bible. I’ve always heard the facts about this holy compilation – about how God inspired men from various backgrounds and various occupations to pen His story. It wasn’t until I collaborated with other authors that I realized how challenging it is to “get our stories straight.” It wasn’t until I edited a collection, that I realized how many different ways there are to get it wrong. The only way the Bible came to be, amid all the obstacles, is that in a greater sense the Book was not really written by men after all.  Indeed, as 2 Peter 1:21 says, “For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of man, but men spoke from God as they...

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Booked Solid Winner!

Posted by on Dec 30, 2015 in At Love's Bidding | 1 comment

Congratulations to Karen R. of Washington for winning the At Love’s Bidding/Hopegiver’s International Booked Solid contest. Karen will get a new Bethany House book delivered to her mailbox every month for 2016! Thanks Karen for playing and for supporting the ministry of...

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Booked Solid Contest

Posted by on Nov 18, 2015 in At Love's Bidding, Books | 4 comments

THE BOOKED SOLID CONTEST to celebrate the release of At Love’s Bidding and Benefitting HOPEGIVERS INTERNATIONAL What am I bidding for? One Year’s Worth of Fantastic Inspirational Books delivered to your mailbox. Where does my bid go? All money raised by this promotion goes to Hopegivers International and their Christmas Hope Chest program to provide every child in their ministry with a new set of clothes, school supplies, toiletries and a Christmas toy. While only the highest bidder is required to donate, you may turn your bid into a donation if you wish. Why Hopegivers? Hopegivers is a ministry that is near and dear to my heart. Through sponsors like you, Hopegivers rescues orphaned, abandoned and at-risk children and raises them to be doctors, nurses and ministers of the Gospel. They take these precious lives that others have discarded and train them to be “arrows for God”. Sounds like fun! How do I place my bid? Go to http://hopegivers.org/booked-solid/ to place your bid. Remember, you can’t see what others have bid, and the highest bid wins. While you’re there, spend some time reading about this great ministry and see if God is calling you to get involved. Just imagine! The latest Bethany House release arriving in your mailbox every month for a year! How fun! The winner will be announced here on December 18th, 2015. Good luck! Love, Regina...

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How I Lost My Sole at the Football Game

Posted by on Nov 6, 2015 in Family, Oklahoma, Silly Stuff | 9 comments

How I Lost My Sole at the Football Game

Even before the punishing Oklahoma heat breaks, we start getting geared up for football season. My sister Becky is no exception. So when she was given two tickets to OU’s opening game, she gave me a call. We could run down to Norman and take a quick, local, sister trip together. No planning required. Sounded great. Always looking to save some money, we decided to park way out at the Lloyd Noble Center and walk to the stadium. We’re both healthy, so what would it hurt, even if it was 100 degrees in the shade? We can take the heat. One thing I couldn’t take though, was walking two miles in uncomfortable shoes. Just a few weeks earlier I’d made that mistake when my friend and author buddy Becky Wade had visited OKC. Someone in the group who is related to me by marriage and should know better, underestimated the distance to the OKC Memorial. It turned into quite a hike…especially for someone wearing an adorable pair of new high wedges. Once we got to the Memorial, I took off my shoes to give my feet a rest before we started walking back to Bricktown. Unfortunately my feet swelled like inflatable rafts. The shoes would not go back on. At all. Poor Becky and Mr. Wade were escorted back through downtown by a barefoot hostess. At one point, crossing a gravel parking lot, I had to catch a piggyback ride to make it across. Just what you want to do in the trendy section of town on a Saturday night. We gave them a visit they’ll never forget. And I hadn’t forgotten either. No cute shoes on this trip. I was going to wear my tried and true flipflops with a lot of cushion. And that worked well for the first mile to the stadium. Becky (my sister) and I chatted, laughed and sweated as we hurried along just behind the crowd. We were a little late. Suddenly something snapped, and with the next step I was standing on bare pavement. What just happened? I looked behind me and there was my flipflop with the strap broken. Now, if you’ve ever had flipflops break, you know that they become the most useless thing in the world. They aren’t sandals. There aren’t other straps to hold them on. Nope, they are just a flat piece of foam with no method of attachment to the bottom of your foot. This was trouble. I could walk a mile barefoot. I’d proved that in Bricktown. But did I want to walk two miles back in the dark when the game was over? And would they let me into the stadium barefoot? Somehow I doubted it. But we would press on. We were resourceful. We could figure out something by the time we reached the game. My first try was to poke my chewing gum into the holes that hold the strap in. Both the side and the hole between my holes had quit on me, so I filled them with green, spearmint gum. Then I carefully pushed the prong into the hole and waited. Did I mention that it was 100 degrees? That gum wasn’t going to set-up and harden for anything. One step and I realized that all I’d accomplished was getting spearmint...

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