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WINDS OF CHANGE, the third book in the Kate Neilson series, was released over the weekend. In case you missed the celebration, ALL six of my ebooks, fiction and nonfiction, are selling for 99 cents on Amazon. But this is a limited-time offer, and I’m not sure when it will end (my guess is before the WOC front cover finalweek is out). Here’s my Amazon page with links to the 99-cent books: Amazon author page

Here’s what readers are saying about WINDS OF CHANGE

“This is my first Kate Nielsen read, but I loved it. I laughed, I cried and I couldn’t put it down. It’s full of suspense as well as heartbreaking information about sex trafficking. I have to go back and get the first two in the series. Thank you, Ms. Lyles; it was a great read.”  Maureen Rose

“When happily ever after meets real life. A great encouragement to trust God no matter what comes.” Lisa Phillips, multi-published romantic suspense author

“Just finished Becky Carey Lyles latest book, Winds of Change. It was a fast read for me since I couldn’t put it down. Be sure and read the other two first, Winds of Wyoming and Winds of Freedom as they are a series. Very enjoyable and suspenseful, you do not know what will happen next!” Gail Harmon

“Wonderful book! Touches on a very real problem-human trafficking. Becky writes with a Christian message woven in the story. I was honored to preview the book & could not put it down. A must read!” Ginger Barton-Jordan

“Great Book!! Once I read the first few pages, I couldn’t put the book down.”  Eva Marie Beisner



He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind. Ps. 104:3

cloudsMany moons ago, I attended a writers’ conference in Colorado. Well, I think it was Colorado…could have been Wyoming. The event was so long ago I’m not sure where I was. I remember only one workshop at the conference. It was led by a thirtyish man with brown hair, but I don’t recall his topic.

However, I do remember (aren’t you relieved I remember something?!) how he ended the class. His final piece of advice was to “look up.” Sounds simplistic. Right? He said we spend most of our lives looking down or looking around us, but we don’t look up.

Try it! Elevating my gaze above the sidewalk or the horizon always encourages me and gives me hope. The vastness of the big blue sky, the ever-changing clouds that float overhead, and the reminder that our Creator is immensely bigger than his creation all serve to lift my spirits.

In addition to being a mood enhancer, looking up takes our focus off mundane daily duties and literally broadens our view and opens our minds and hearts, readying us to be stretched and inspired. We writers need to regularly escape our computer caves and take a few minutes to bask in the sunshine and breathe fresh air. Not only does the change rest 20160619_151025our eyes and our wrists, it’s good for our general well-being.

In an online article titled “Why Your Chair Is Killing You, and What You Can Do About It,” Dr. Joseph Mercola writes that “sitting is in and of itself a root problem of many of our chronic health problems… The evidence is overwhelming at this point—10,000 studies and growing—that prolonged sitting is devastating to your health. It actively promotes dozens of chronic diseases, including overweight and type 2 diabetes. As a general guideline, if you’ve been sitting for an hour, you’ve sat too long.” http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2014/09/28/dangers-prolonged-sitting.aspx#!

If you’re like me, you need reminders to stop in the midst of projects and move. I set my phone alarm for 25 minutes (when I remember!), do a few stretches and sit back down. In the summer, I take my laptop to the patio, where I can check the sky now and then—and take gardening and yardwork breaks. Watering, pruning and plucking all involve movement.

When possible, go for a walk or a hike. Michael Pirrone, in an online article entitled “What Hiking Does to the Brain is Pretty Amazing,” writes about the benefits of hiking. 20160624_182136“According to a study published last July in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, a 90-minute walk through a natural environment had a huge positive impact on participants. In a survey taken afterward, those people who took the natural walk showed far lower levels of brooding, or obsessive worry.”

Psychologists also found that “after a four-day-long hike in the wilderness, with no access to technology, participants scored a whopping 50% higher on a test known as RAT, or Remote Associates Test. It’s a simple way of measuring the creative potential in people.” Hiking increases our focus and our creativity, improves our memories (which I obviously need!) and reduces memory loss. You can read the entire article at http://www.wimp.com/what-hiking-does-to-the-brain-is-pretty-amazing/

Writers unite! Let’s get off our duffs and move our muscles. And while we’re returning blood flow to our chair-weary legs, we must remember to look up!


WOC front cover finalAt the forefront of that wind of change is the fact I’m actually writing a blog post, ha. But even if I haven’t written many blogs lately, I have been writing. Book #3 in the Winds series, Winds of Change, is now with beta readers and will soon be available for purchase in ebook and print formats. Just so you know, early buyers will get a really good deal.

Launch team members can get an even better deal. Send me an email at beckylyles@beckylyles.com if you’d like to join the launch team and receive a free pre-release electronic version of Winds of Change. All I ask in return is that you share release news with your social media contacts (and anyone else who likes to read) plus leave an honest review on Amazon (and other online book sites, if you’re so inclined).

Here are a few paragraphs from the first chapter of Winds of Change to wet your appetite.

Seated on the edge of the bathtub, bare feet planted on the warm wood floor, Kate Duncan bent over her knees and began to brush her long hair. Stroke after stroke, she brushed from the nape of her neck downward toward the floor, something she did almost every night.

Her mother had told her years ago a hundred strokes a day would distribute the natural oils in her hair and make it shine. So that’s what she did before bed. She didn’t always remember to count, but most evenings, she remembered to brush.

Sometimes she thought about her sweet mama while she brushed, determined not to let what memories she had fade. Other times, she thought about her father and her brother, who’d both died along with her mother in a car accident when Kate was eight. Sometimes she thought of the years she wandered Pittsburg streets without a dime—or a hairbrush—to her name. Occasionally, she thought of her prison days, when brushing her hair during a quiet moment was a rare luxury.

More often, she talked with her husband, Mike. Tonight, they were discussing an outing with the kids from Freedom House, the children’s home she and Mike’s mom, Laura, had established on their Wyoming ranch several months ago. Kate wanted to treat the children to a fun day in Cheyenne, and she needed another adult to help her keep track of them. Chin on her knee, she said, “It would just be one day, Mike. I’m not asking for the whole weekend.” She’d originally hoped to add a couple camping days to the outing. But when no adults were available to accompany her and the kids, she’d scaled her plans down to one day.

Mike, who was brushing his teeth, didn’t respond until he’d rinsed his mouth. “Kate…” She heard him run water over the toothbrush and tap it on the sink to knock out the excess.

“Kate,” he repeated, “you know the only time I can even think of getting away is in the middle of the week. Did you forget this is a guest ranch and that Saturday is our busiest day? Guests will be coming and going, like usual. We have trail rides, bison tours, fishing trips and classes scheduled all day long.”

She made a face she knew he couldn’t see and kept brushing. No matter what she asked him to do, the ranch came first. “That’s why you have employees.”

“This is the beginning of summer, the beginning of the guest season, and we have a slew of first-time workers. I need to hang around to make sure everything runs smoothly.” She heard him blow air between his lips. “One of the new hires from town wore tennis shoes today instead of boots and, of course, stepped in a gopher hole. Did a number on his ankle. He’ll be out of commission a couple weeks, at best.”

“You could put Clint in charge.”

“You know he oversees the working side of the WP and doesn’t have much to do with the guest side.”

Kate loved the Whispering Pines. Their guest ranch was beautiful and welcoming. And she loved that Mike loved his work. But his hands-on management style controlled their lives. She didn’t have enough fingers to count the plans that had been ruined by sick cows, runaway horses and natural disasters, like last week’s self-combusting haystack, not to mention guests and their emergencies. And then there was his pride and joy, his bison herd…

She pushed her dark curtain of hair aside to look at him. “Eight or nine hours. That’s all I’m asking. Surely you could find someone to cover such a short time.”

Mike pulled his t-shirt over his head, threw it in the hamper and left the room. Hands clasped behind his head, he stretched as he walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. Like a magnet, a familiar tug pulled at Kate’s heart, drawing her to him.

She sat up, combing her hair back with her fingers, and watched him balance on the end of the bed and pull off his socks, one at a time. Her husband was as good-looking as the day they met…and just as stubborn.

Finished with her hair, she dropped the brush into a drawer, turned off the bathroom light and walked into the dark bedroom. Mike was already in bed, but before she joined him, she opened the window all the way. She loved to snuggle with him beneath warm quilts while crisp mountain breezes swirled around them.

Like every night, he was waiting for her to slide into his arms, her back against his chest. He kissed her neck. “I love you, Mrs. Duncan.”

Kate squirmed around to kiss him on the lips. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” She touched his jaw. “Will you at least think about Saturday?”

He grunted, and she could feel his muscles tense. “Don’t you ever think about anything or anybody but those kids?”

Kate frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He untangled himself from her and rolled over. “It’s late. We can talk about it tomorrow.”


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  • Steve Lyles: looks good:) Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 17:41:06 +0000 To: tieguy1@hotmail.com
  • Renee Blare: What awesome stories, Becky. I can't wait to read them. :) Thanks for participating. Love ya! Nee
  • Hilarey: I guess I didn't realize that you were still involved in post prison ministry. Very cool. And yes--Winds of Wyoming is very unique that way. I've neve


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