The MacGregor Legacy - From Scotland to the Carolinas

(Book 1 - For Love or Loyalty) (Book 2 - For Love or Country) (Book 3 - For Love or Liberty)

Path of Freedom, Quilts of Love series

1858 North Carolina - When Quakers Flora Saferight and Bruce Millikan embark on the Underground Railroad, they agree to put their differences aside to save the lives of a pregnant slave couple..

Highland Sanctuary, (Highland series - Book 2)

1477 Scotland - A chieftain heir is hired to restore Briagh Castle and discovers a hidden village of outcasts who have created their own private sanctuary from the world.

Highland Blessings, (Book 1 - Highland series)

1473 Scotland - The story of a highland warrior who kidnaps the daughter of his greatest enemy and clan chief to honor a promise to his dying father.

Awakened Redemption (Inspirational Regency)

1815 England - A story that pierces the heart and captures the Regency era.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Wild Card Book Tour - "Unbridled Hope" by Loree Lough

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!

Today's Wild Card author is:

and the book:

Whitaker House (July 5, 2011)
***Special thanks to Cathy Hickling of Whitaker House for sending me a review copy.***


Loree Lough is a well-known, beloved Christian romance writer with nearly three million books in circulation. She's released 78 books, including one that's been optioned for a TV movie, 68 short stories, and over 2,500 articles. A tireless advocate of Christian fiction, she's recognized as a leader in the genre and spends time mentoring aspiring writers. She's also a sought-after speaker who encourages audiences with her comedic learned-the-hard-way lessons about writing and life. Loree and her husband Larry have four daughters and seven grandchildren. They split their time between Baltimore and their cabin in the Allegheny Mountains. An avid advocate for endangered species, Loree supports The Wolf Sanctuary of Pennsylvania and other worthy causes close to her heart including The Wounded Warriors Project and The Ovarian Cancer Research Fund.

Visit the author's website.


Callie Roberts' life is turned upside down when her parents, older brother, and fiancé are killed in a steamboat boiler explosion that leaves her younger brother deaf. Callie survives with a scar from cheek to chin that serves as a daily haunting reminder of the tragedy for which she's partly to blame. Hoping to put the past behind her, Callie moves to Eagle Pass, Texas, launches a successful business, and meets local rancher Micah Neville who is embroiled in a different kind of family drama. In an attempt to protect his cousin's honor, Micah returns from what he told others was a business trip to San Antonio, with a baby boy in tow. He handles the gossip just fine, especially when Callie volunteers to help -- and manages to capture his heart.

Product Details:

List Price: $9.99
Paperback: 350 pages
Publisher: Whitaker House (July 5, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1603742271
ISBN-13: 978-1603742276


December 1887

On the Brazos River near Sweetwater, Texas

Raw, unrelenting wind whistled across the deck boards, scattering newspapers and rattling the cleats as the steamboat chugged toward its next major stop, Clear Fork. Callie cupped her elbows, wishing she’d thought to grab her shawl. She’d never liked weather like this, for it reminded her too much of the bitter Baltimore winter of ’85 that had nearly killed her mother and had prompted her father’s decision to move the family west. Ever since, Callie had begun every day with a prayer for her mother and ended by asking God to ease the ache of homesickness.

In time, the Lord had answered her first prayer, restoring her mother to robust health. The second He’d granted in the form of a young seminary graduate who’d been hired to entertain guests with the soothing sonatas of Beethoven and Bach. And, just as the sunshine dispels the nippy mists from the river, the music of Seth’s love had turned her longing for Maryland into a dim yet melodious memory.

Tonight, her beloved beau would give his final performance for the tycoons, high rollers, and politicians who gathered nightly in the grand salon. His final because, in twelve short hours, Callie’s father, a chaplain and owner of the Maybelline, would pronounce him and Callie man and wife.

Heart throbbing with hope and excitement, she hurried toward the jackstay, the secret meeting place where Seth had first confessed his love. Her fingers throbbed, too, from sewing fifty-two satin-covered buttons up the back of her full-skirted gown and from attaching a feathered headdress to her long, lacy veil. Callie smiled, knowing the discomfort would vanish the instant she saw Seth smiling at her from the makeshift altar where he would become her husband.

Sadly, the gown would not fit inside her valise. What a pity she wouldn’t be able to save her beautiful dress for the daughters she and Seth might have! She imagined a bright-eyed young woman with her papa’s dark eyes and her mama’s diminutive stature, walking down the center aisle toward her intended in the little church in Eagle Pass, Texas, where Seth’s dream of shepherding a flock of his own would come true, and he would eventually unite his own daughter with her soul mate.

Still, she took comfort in knowing that her hours of hard work had not been in vain. She said a little prayer for the senator’s wife, who’d agreed to pay a handsome sum for the gown and veil—and for Callie’s eternal silence. “Lord, help the poor woman keep secret the fact that her daughter will be married in a used—”

“Talking to yourself again?”

She stifled a tiny squeal. “Jonah Everett Roberts, you frightened me half to death!” How a boy of her brother’s height and weight managed to sneak up on her at least once a day, she’d never know. Raising one eyebrow, she rested a fist on her hip. “Say, what are you doing out here, anyway? Didn’t I hear Papa ask you to sweep out the saloon?”

He frowned. “I’m waiting for the green flash,” he said, taking a bite of an apple.

Not that again, she thought. “Well,” she said on a sigh, “if that’s the cause for the holdup, you’ll never get the job done, because the sun went down more than an hour ago.”

“Humpf. Leave it to little miss stick-in-the-mud to spoil the moment for a boy.”

“Boy, indeed. Papa says when he was sixteen, he worked as hard as any man on the family farm, and that his folks never had to remind him to do his chores.”

Jonah swallowed a mouthful of fruit. “Yeah, and he also says that if I’m patient, I’ll see the green flash, eventually.”

Callie couldn’t count the number of times she’d heard the same assurance. In fact, she’d heard so much about the elusive emerald flare, which was visible only under precise atmospheric conditions as the sun disappeared into the horizon, that she’d wished a time or two for the patience to believe in the phenomenon, herself.

But wishing wouldn’t get her any closer to the jackstay and her darling Seth. “Your tactic might work on Mama and Tim,” she said, giving his shoulder a playful shove, “but I see it for what it is: a ‘clever’ way to shirk your responsibility—”

A thunderous roar set the deck to quaking beneath their feet. Please, Lord, not the boilers! she thought as a second deafening blast threw her and Jonah to the floor. Instinct made her grab his collar and drag him under a heavy table, where she covered their heads with a tablecloth. Shards of glass and splinters of wood rained down as a third explosion rocked the steamer.

Choking smoke closed in around them as flecks of glowing ash floated down like fiery snowflakes. With its shallow keel and inch-thin hull, the Maybelline’s flimsy design assured swift river travel—and guaranteed that it would sink swiftly, too.

If that happened, it would be her fault.

If only she’d stoked the boilers like she was supposed to, instead of handing the job over to Tim! She’d seen the vacant “I don’t understand” stare in her older brother’s eyes enough times to recognize it for what it was, yet she’d ignored it to gain a few minutes more with Seth.

Callie scrambled forward with one objective: to make sure that Tim, her parents, and her beloved Seth had survived.

“Wait!” Jonah hollered.

“You’re safer right here,” she said, meeting his frightened eyes. “I know you’re scared, Jonah. I’m scared, too.” Using a corner of her apron, she dabbed at the blood dribbling from both of his ears. “But you need to stay here, before you’re hurt even worse.” She gave him a little shake. “If the steamer starts taking on water, I want you to make your way to the riverbank. Once you’re there, find the biggest tree and stay put. Do you understand?”

His confused expression mirrored the one that had long seemed frozen to Tim’s face. But their older brother had been slow from the day he was born, unlike Jonah, who could solve arithmetic problems without the aid of slate and chalk. She blamed Jonah’s expression on fear and scrambled to her feet. Why did both her brothers turn to her for comfort and support, when she was younger than both of them?

On the heels of a frustrated sigh, she scooted out from under the table. “Lord, watch over him,” she prayed as she raced along, darting between rivers of blue-orange fire that snaked and coiled across the deck and dodging the witch-finger flames that flared from each cabin window. When a fierce groan sounded from above, she crooked her elbow to protect her eyes and looked up. The breath caught in her throat when she saw the tallest of the three fat smokestacks teeter as it gave way to the gluttonous fire monster gnawing at its wooden moorings.

Callie barely gathered her wits in time to sidestep it. If only she’d thought to gather her skirts, too. The heel of her boot caught on a fold of muslin, slowing her escape by a mere fraction of a second. She was already falling when a grapefruit-sized lump of glowing coal slammed into her right temple.

“Sweet Jesus,” she prayed as dizziness overwhelmed her “Keep…them all…safe.”

For the second time in as many minutes, her prayer was interrupted, as she slipped into the dark unconscious.

Two years later~October 2, 1889

The Lazy N Ranch, Eagle Pass, Texas

The sweet-smelling envelope was addressed to “M. Neville.” At least, that’s what Micah had thought at first glance. But the message inside the envelope didn’t make a lick of sense. So, he studied the addressee a second time, and a third, before realizing that the fanciful M was, instead, a D. Guilt at reading his cousin’s mail was quickly overshadowed by concern at the nature of the message. Dan had already lived two lifetimes’ worth of misery in his twenty-eight years.

Micah shook his head and said a silent prayer for Dan, who’d shouldered a burden of self-blame ever since his twin sister had died tragically at the age of thirteen, even though nobody held him responsible. Guilt and remorse, along with the whiskey used to numb the emotional pain of his loss and the physical torment of a bum leg suffered in a stampede, had managed to turn the once shy, gentle boy into a man hell-bent on self-destruction and prone to angry brawls. About once a year, Dan had summoned the strength to shake his addiction, but, all too soon, self-loathing would lure him back to the bottle. Fourteen months into the latest stint of sobriety, Micah had begun to notice signs that made him fear things were about to take another ugly turn, but then, praise God, Levee O’Reilly had come to town as the new schoolteacher. She’d taught her students reading, writing, and arithmetic, all the while teaching Dan to value his own life.

The two had married, and their relationship seemed solid and strong. But now, something like this? Micah glared at the single sheet of scented ivory paper on which, with a few well-chosen words, the writer had implied a dozen sinister things, any one of which could start the dominos toppling in Dan’s life yet again.

Slumping onto the edge of his bed, Micah read the letter a fourth time. Maybe he’d underestimated his cousin’s ability to stand strong, even in the face of this woman’s spiteful threats. He had a lot more to live for now, though. Maybe this woman wanted to destroy him, once and for all.

Micah would not take that chance. For one thing, Dan had always been his favorite cousin—a statement in itself, since there were dozens in the Neville clan. For another, Dan had protected him more times than Micah could count. As a youngster, he’d been puny and timid and had spoken with a lisp, just the sort of stuff that invited the taunts of the bigger, older boys. But, without fail, Dan would always put a stop to it.

Eventually, Micah’s front teeth had grown together, eliminating the lisp, and his body had grown, too. At six feet three inches, and with two hundred and twenty pounds of raw muscle, Micah’s size alone would have discouraged any bully. But by the time the Neville men had embarked on the trail drive of ’86, Dan’s determination to defend Micah had become so ingrained that he hadn’t thought twice about maneuvering his horse between his cousin and a bevy of gun-blasting rustlers. Dan had laughed off the bullet in his shoulder in exactly the same way he’d laughed off every swollen knuckle, bloodied lip, and black eye endured to protect Micah. “You’ve done me a favor, cousin,” he’d said, gritting his teeth as Cookie dug out the slug, “because certain ladies like a man with scars!”

Had the author of this letter been one of those ladies?

Micah harrumphed. “A female, maybe, but I’d bet my horse she’s no lady.” Scooting closer to the night table, he turned up the lantern and leaned into the golden light to read those ominous closing lines yet again:

…at two o’clock on Friday afternoon, the fifteenth of October, I will be at the train station in San Antonio, Texas. If you choose not to meet me there, I shall have no alternative but to bring this very urgent matter to the attention of the authorities.

Most sincerely yours,

Pauline Eden Devereaux

“Urgent matter”? A dozen possible scenarios flashed in Micah’s brain, none of them good. Under ordinary circumstances, Dan wouldn’t squash a beetle under his boot, but there was nothing ordinary about the way his personality changed once a few pints of whiskey burned in his veins. If he was drinking when he ran into this woman….

Micah got to his feet and started pacing. He didn’t want to believe that Dan was guilty of any offense. The more likely story, he told himself, was that this Pauline character had gotten wind of how many acres made up the Lazy N Ranch and hoped to weasel a few hundred dollars in exchange for her silence about whatever matter she seemed to believe might interest the authorities. And, since the family never discussed their troubles beyond the closed door of Uncle Matthew’s office, she had no way of knowing how steeply their profits had dropped due to anthrax, weevils, droughts, and storms.

There was only one way to know for sure, and that was to take a trip to San Antonio to meet this femme flimflammer face-to-face. He didn’t know what excuse he’d cook up to put himself there, or how he’d squash her scam, but Micah knew this much: he intended to defend Dan for a change.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Meditating on the Veiled Gospel

2 Corinthians 4:3-6
"Even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them." 

The god of this age is the deception of Satan. That is why god is lower case. The veil doesn't exist for those who believe. They see the light. Therefore, the veil isn't over the gospel, but over the minds of the unbelievers who are perishing. We need to pray for the veil to be removed from their mind.

"For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord, and ourselves your bondservants for Jesus’ sake. For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ."

We don't preach feel-good messages about ourselves and how we want to live. To reach unbelievers, we preach the gospel of Christ Jesus AS the Lord, stripping away the deception that Jesus was only a man, a mere prophet. The light that unbelievers need is the light of knowledge which shines in our hearts. It isn't a state of mind, but a knowledge from deep within, and this knowledge of the glory of God is the ONLY thing that breaks the veil in the mind and reveals the face (the truth) of who Christ Jesus really is.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Embrace Your Writing Journey

Every writing journey brings us to a place where we need a mentor or a nugget of advice that stirs our hearts and motivates us to the next level. I believe life is a series of levels--various spiritual levels, writing levels, maturity levels--and between each level a place of rest before we go on.

Moving to the next level can bring fear of the unknown, worry that we may not be ready, and excitement of exploring new things, gaining new experience and learning so much more. My advice is this: Don't be afraid. Embrace the next level of your writing career. Just like in your spiritual journey, God will lead you through your writing journey. He is your true mentor, and when you need it, He will bring you the mentors you need and those nuggets of knowledge at the right moment--the right place in your life.

Whether you're preparing to enter your first writing contest, sending  off your first query letter, submitting your first requested manuscript, or signing your first contract--embrace the moment.  We labor over our manuscripts to the point of being able to quote them in our sleep. We slave over the opening sentences, create conflict in our stories, delete unnecessary adjectives and adverbs, tighten the prose, established POV by slaying head-hopping and we come to a moment of accomplishment. Rejoice and give God thanks for bringing you through it and revel in this place of rest before you begin climbing to that next level.

Where are you in your writing journey? What piece of advice would you give authors heading in your direction and what would you like to know from authors who have been where you are now?

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

CFBA Book Tour - "Undaunted Faith" by Andrea Boeshaar

Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
Undaunted Faith
Realms (May 3, 2011)
Andrea Boeshaar


Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar has been married for more than 30 years. She and her husband, Daniel, have three adult sons, daughters-in-law, and two precious grandchildren. Andrea's educational background includes the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee, where she studied in English, and Alverno College where she studied in Professional Communications and Business Management.

Andrea has been writing stories and poems since she was a little girl; however, it wasn't until 1984 that she started submitting her work for publication. Eight years after that, she was convicted about writing for the Christian market. Her first novel was published in 1994. Since then she's written numerous articles and devotionals, as well as inspiration romance novels, women's fiction, and novellas.

Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar is a certified Christian life coach and speaks at writers’ conferences and for women’s groups. She has taught workshops at such conferences as Write-To-Publish, American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), Oregon Christian Writers Conference, Mount Hermon Writers Conference, and many local writers conferences. Another of Andrea’s accomplishments is cofounder of the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) organization. For many years she served on both its Advisory Board and as its CEO.


When Pastor Luke McCabe begins paying extra attention to her, Bethany takes his fine-sounding words with a grain of salt. She's heard sweet talk before. This time she's going to keep her mind on the Lord and on her new teaching job in the Arizona Territory.

But when her reputation is accidentally soiled by the rakish town sheriff, Luke steps in with a marriage proposal to save Bethany's good name. Luke is certain their marriage is God's will...but Bethany is just as certain God must have someone else in mind to be Luke's wife.

Someone sweet and spiritual, who knows the Scriptures better than Bethany. Someone like Luke's old friend from home.

If you would like to read the first chapter go HERE.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Live Your Life as an Offering

We are called to live by #faith, but how many times have you heard people say, "It's MY life and I'll live it the way I want." Do you feel like it's YOUR life? Do you own your life?

Have you given your life to God? If yes, then you don't own it. Don't try to take that gift back by living for you. We are here to live for Him--for His glory--even when we don't understand why things are happening to us, to loved ones in spite of our prayers, and to the world around us. God never said we would understand everything. Instead, He asked us to trust Him. You can't truly trust someone without a measure of faith. That's why we feel so betrayed if someone breaks our trust--because we had to sacrifice something in order to give it.

In the Old Testament, they were required to live by the law--to give sacrificial offerings of physical animals. After Jesus died as the one true sacrifice for all mankind, we no longer have to offer physical sacrifices. Our sacrifices of today, in the New Testament, are spiritual. We sacrifice things we can't see--not a physical life--but a spiritual life. 

We are to live our whole life as an offering to the Lord. Life isn't about us. It's greater than that. It's about the one true Holy God. 

Do you love Him? Then trust Him. 
Do you love Him? Then give Him your life. 

I'm reminded of the movie Jane Eyre. For those who may not know the story, Jane is a governess who falls in love with the master of the house, but ends up leaving him when she feels betrayed. She returns a year later after circumstances change and tells him that his life is not his own, but hers. How easy we can understand this concept in a romantic love between two people in the flesh, yet we've struggled since the beginning of time to understand this same concept between our individual life with God. 

If you're a Christian, your life is not your own. Someone who loves your life even more than you do, owns it--enough so--that He sacrificed His own (in the flesh, His Son) for it.

"For if you live according to the flesh you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live." (Romans 8:13)

Monday, May 16, 2011

Uploading First Chapters as Samples

As a sneak preview, I wanted to share a sample of the first chapter of Highland Sanctuary, releasing in Oct 2011.

Do you ever read those sample chapters? Do they tempt you to buy the book or make you rethink about buying a book? Inquiring minds want to know!

A couple of years ago there was the huge issue of not uploading anything as a sample, if it isn't published and/or contracted. Should unpublished writers wait until their manuscript is published or do you think it might help them sell to a publisher or gain an agent's eye?

What are your thoughts? In the meantime, here is a sample chapter of Highland Sanctuary.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Book Review - "Lady in the Mist" by Laurie Alice Eakes


Book Description
By virtue of her profession as a midwife, Tabitha Eckles is the keeper of many secrets. Dominick Cherrett is a man with his own secret to keep: namely, why he, a British aristocrat, is on American soil working as an indentured servant.

In a time when relations between America and England rest on the edge of a knife, Tabitha and Dominick cross paths, leading them on a journey of intrigue, threats, public disgrace, But can Tabitha trust Dominick? Finding true love seems impossible in a world set against them.

With stirring writing that draws you directly into the story, Lady in the Mist takes you on a thrilling ride of love's discovery. 

My Review
I loved the romantic setting of the coastal seaside in a long forgotten time brought back to life in Lady of the Mist. The book is perfectly titled due to the first meeting between Tabitha and Dominick. He's charming and witty, exactly what one would expect of an English aristocrat. Tabitha is responsible, alone, and guarding her heart from past hurts. I enjoyed learning about the aspect of how British ships were stealing young American men and forcibly enlisting them into Royal British Navy service, as well as midwifery. This book is a delightful faith-based romance with a hint of mystery that will keep one reading well into the night. It's a keeper!

Learn more about the author: Laure Alice Eakes

Purchase Lady in the Mist

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

We were Created to be Centenarians

We all talk about living healthy and having a long productive life, but what does that mean? Do we plan our retirement years to last until our 70's, our 80's, our 90's, or should we have a vast, optimistic view on longevity of life and plan for retirement beyond 100 years?

And the LORD said, “My Spirit shall not strive with man forever, for he is indeed flesh; yet his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.” (Genesis 6:3) We were created to be centenarians--to live beyond 100--and I believe we will, as long as we adopt the mindset of a centenarian.

The Mindset of a Centenarian
In the last 20 years, the number of centenarians in the U.S. has more than doubled to 72,000 and is projected to double again by the year 2020, according to the US Census Bureau. Some of this increase in centenarians is due to better medical care and a significant drop in the mortality rate of children in the early 1900's. (Number of Centenarians is Booming in U.S.)

In spite of advancements in technology and medical care, most centenarians have a few things in common. They:
  • Make common sense health decisions, such as not smoking and keeping their weight down
  • Stay active and social
  • Have a positive attitude 
  • Love life and have a sense of humor
  • Spirituality
  • Courage
  • The ability to accept losses that come with age, but not be stopped by them
  • Never quit
Many of these characteristics are choices and mindsets we can adopt into our lives. If you study the Word of God closely enough, they are also biblically-based. My great-grandmother lived from 1900 to 2000. Her sister lived to be 106. I know that I have the genes and it IS possible. 

Why People Don't Live to be Centenarians
The enemy comes to kill, steal and to destroy. He tempts us to live in ways that will steal our years by trying to steal our joy, our health, and our peace. 

People who don't feel joyful are depressed and oppressed. They don't take care of themselves as they should. They don't exercise, socialize or get out and breathe fresh air. Instead, the weather is never good enough for them--too hot, too cold, too windy, might storm. Or there is always an excuse. They're not in the mood for a walk, their feet hurt, or their allergies will bother them. 

We were created to LIVE! 


Some become defeated by health issues and concerns. They get tired of battling and fighting. Sometimes our bodies give up regardless of our will and mindset, but other times, we give up on our bodies. I've heard too many people say, "I have bad knees so I can't exercise." Well, I'm sure they can do something. They need to find what that "something" is and do it--not sit around and do nothing. The weight piles on, the heart is never exercised, and their body is deteriorating through lack of activity.

A lack of peace will cause anxiety, stress and constant worry. This wears and tears on our bodies in other ways. But a simple walk helps get that anxiety out of us. Walking helps us sleep better. Sometimes is a matter of stepping out in faith and giving that worry to God--let Him keep it and don't try to take it back. Accept the situation and move on. Make the best of it. 

Are there any Centenarians in your family? Have you started adopting the mindset of a centenarian? What are some other characteristics of a centenarian that I might not have mentioned?

Monday, May 09, 2011

Check Out the New Colonial Quills Blog!

Here Ye, Here Ye!

I'm excited to announce that I'll be taking part in a new blog, @colonialquills, dedicated to the Colonial era, a time where our great nation was created and built by our founding fathers. My first post will be this Wednesday on The Bachelor Tax. Each week we'll feature a Fiction Sampler, In Ye Olden Days, Tools of the Trade and Colonial Recipes. 

Do you love historical fiction? Colonial Quills is a new blog featuring many of today's favorite historical Christian authors who write in the Colonial era, plus!

Please join us TODAY for our blog launch and show your enthusiasm for this great period in America's history. We have lots of great things planned for you! 

Monday, May 02, 2011

Did Your Words Exist in the Era You're Writing?

After just finishing the macro edits for my next 15th century novel, I wonder at what point do we stop worrying about words that didn't exist in a time period and just write with the words we know today? Biblical fiction is a perfect example. Hardly ANY words used today were around then.

Most of my resources only go back to 900, which means most of the English language didn't exist as we know it today. It would be written in Olde English and spelled in several ways--phonetically. So in what time period do we worry more about reader expectation and what the average person of today would understand? I would love your thoughts and input.