Hey all! Congratulations to the Winner of Nicole O'Dell's two teen books, Magna and Making Waves, who is....(drum roll, please)... KarenK! Karen, you'll need to email me your mailing address, and I'll get it to Nicole. Sorry that this is late. Yesterday was slightly hectic, being Mother's Day and all. Happy Mother's Day to all mothers! I hope that, despite my not getting this posted, you had an excellent day yesterday.
Is anyone excited about this week or next week? Or even tomorrow? Boy, I'm about to bounce off of the walls waiting for next week! Me, my sister, and our three brothers are going on a three to five day camping trip--pioneer style! That means that the only electronics that we can bring are small flashlights, cameras, and alphies. Which means that we aren't going to be on the computers, and that also means that I won't be posting on here... and my automatic posting thingamajig doesn't post when I want it to. But I will be keeping a trail log, and when I can get back on the computer, sometime on the afternoon of Saturday the 22nd, I'll post that on here, along with lots of pictures! Hopefully I won't get a chance to take a picture of a tent that a deer didn't see... I've got my fingers crossed that it doesn't rain this Saturday and Sunday, to give the ground a bit of time to dry out, because it is supposed to be dreary and rain all week. The corn in the fields around us is growing fast and needs the rain, so I suppose that I'm thankful for it. But that doesn't mean that I don't find it annoying sometimes...like when the ground is almost dry enough to mow the grass before it becomes a jungle and it rains again, or the deer trails are almost hard and they become a squishy, mushy mess. =) Okay, no more talking about rain, before it actually starts raining again! Has anyone cooked with a dutch oven? We are going to pull the old dutch oven down from the barn loft, and we'll be using that on the camping trip, which should be quite an experience! Just cooking any meal outdoors that isn't hot dogs will be different. We will be going out on the morning of Monday the 17th, right after breakfast, and staying until, at the very least, through Wednesday night. But we can stay out there until Saturday morning if we want to.
I'm going to go figure out what I am going to pack and start packing it, so if I forget anything, I'll have a whole week to remember it. =) Have an awesome, beautiful, amazing, wonderful week!!
What advice would you give to today’s high school and college girls? God designed each of you to be unique. Find the divine purpose He has for your life and don’t compromise your values to fit in with the group. While it may hurt for a bit, in the end you will find fulfillment. In the midst of hard times, keep your faith in the love of Jesus—it will bring you through everything. Remember to have fun in school and be a true friend. You may be friends for life!
What has past experience taught you about life? Nothing about life is easy. Life has been this way since sin entered the world. Because of their sins, Adam and Eve had to work hard to keep weeds from overtaking their garden. At the same time, pressing forward helps overcome adversity, builds strong character, and makes us able to endure the difficulties that we will face. It will be this way until Christ returns and throws Satan from the earth. But faith and trust in Christ give us joy to live even in this imperfect world.
How has your faith helped you? Besides being the compass that guides us through life, our faith in God determines what we write. Without our faith, we would be writing crime novels with blood and gore, because we write from our experience in criminal justice. Our faith in Jesus helps us to see those around us as God’s creation so we look for the redeeming things about people. We show God’s influence on our fictional character as we write about the failures of people that result in their run-ins with the law.
What is your favorite verse and why? John 3:16 – “For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.” What truth, what a sacrifice, what love we find in Christ Jesus. The longer we live, the closer we want to be to Jesus and to live so we are worthy of him. He lived on earth as a man and experienced trouble, pain, weeping, and joy. There is no greater love than what Jesus did for us. If we accept the gift he gives of salvation, we can have eternal life in Heaven.
What kind of books do you enjoy reading? We both love all books that tell a terrific story, whether it is of a real person such as Sarah Palin or Tony Dungy, or fiction. The Bible is our favorite book and we try to read some of it every day. Also, we enjoy history, biographies and suspense books, which is what we write.
When did you first start writing and what got you started? We never know in our lives what can influence us. We were reading of the genealogy of Jesus in the Bible, when we got the bug to trace our own ancestors. Out of that, came a desire to write a historical fiction, which Diane wrote on many legal pads and David typed. From that first work, publishers suggested we write suspense based on our careers. David was a Federal agent who worked undercover and Diane was a Federal prosecutor. So, this time we wrote a novel together sitting under a palm tree in Florida. That was Facing Justice. We now have three more novels finished and are working hard on our fifth one.
What would you do if you found a purple and green polka dotted panda in your living room one morning? David would investigate to see how she got inside the house and where she came from. Diane would take her picture and then find out what the panda wanted to eat. What would your perfect day be like? Hands down, it would be taking a trip out West to Yellowstone National Park, walking together and photographing God’s creation. We love to watch eagles soaring, moose foraging in the woods, coyotes sneaking in the weeds or bison roaming the rolling hills. We’d have a picnic of apples, cheese and great bread. Hey, maybe we should quit typing and get outside. The sun is shining!
What is your favorite character in the books you have written? We have four novels: Facing Justice, Confirming Justice, The Camelot Conspiracy, and Hero’s Ransom. In each one, the female Federal agent, Eva Montanna, appears with her FBI agent partner, Griff Topping. They are so cool under pressure, facing the odds with courage, that we keep them solving mysteries in each one. We like them both. Also, in Hero’s Ransom, we wrote in more detail about the escapades of CIA agent, Bo Rider, as he battles against Chinese plots. He’s a lot of fun and will be back in the next novel. Hope you like them, too.
Do you have another book coming out soon? If so, can you tell us a bit about it? Thanks for asking! The next thriller is about half-done. It will feature Bo Rider, Wally and Liberty, who were from the “Lost Boys and Girls” from Sudan as they face intrigue in the country of Iran and other places. We will also write some more about Virginia, where we used to live, and include some feisty minor characters. In all our books, we highlight freedom, justice, hope and courage under fire.
We did this backwards today, we'll do the book blurb tomorrow. :) Sorry this is so hurried, we have a big storm coming our way, and I'm going to get this up real quick because I'm not sure how good our internet is going to be later.
Today we have Nicole O'Dell with Magna and Making Waves. Hi Nicole! We're glad that you're here. What is your favorite memory from when you were a teenager? Among my favorites were my weeks at summer camp and events with the church youth group. On Sunday nights, after church, many of the youth would come to my house to swim. We’d have pop and snacks—sometimes hot dogs. They usually stayed until pretty late. We always had a blast! Cool! What did you enjoy doing the most as a teenager? Why? I LOVED being on the swim team. Much of the Making Waves story (except for bad ending—oh, and the scholarship potential) came from my own swim team experience. I loved being in the water and bleach is still one of my favorite smells.
I love swimming and the smell of bleach too. What was your most embarrassing moment as a teenager? LOL One time I called my youth pastor a really bad name because I didn’t know what it meant. Advice: Find out the meaning of words that sound cool before you try them out on an authority figure!
lol, I've been lucky enough to not do that! What was your favorite midnight snack? Macaroni and Cheese or Doritos dipped in sour cream. My friend, Jodi, and I used to try to make mac & cheese all the time but it always seemed like we were out of one of the ingredients and had to improvise—never quite right.
What would you do if you found a purple-polka dotted panda in your living room one morning? Assume it was my husband in costume and try to pull the mask off his head.
What kind of books did you enjoy reading as a teenager? I enjoyed mysteries like Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, etc. I also devoured books like Frank Peretti’s, This Present Darkness. My mom and I had a membership to The Paperback Trading Co. It was cool because you could bring bags and bags of books and turn them in for credit toward other books. We did that often! When did you first discover that you were a writer? I won a contest in 4th grade by writing a book called The Girl on the Runaway Pogo Stick. After that, I was hooked!
Who is your favorite character in the book? I love the main characters in both books. Molly, in Magna, is a lot like me—we share very similar circumstances and reactions. My time working in retail contributed to that storyline. Kate, in Making Waves, really tugs at my heartstrings, too. I feel her burden for helping her mom by earning a college scholarship.
I think the “choice” format of the books really draw me in to the characters. I know what it’s like to face those kinds of dilemmas and, even though these are stories, we all deal with battles of the mind just like Molly and Kate.
What was the hardest part of the book to write? I always have a tough time writing my characters into the wrong choice. I don’t want them to walk that road—I know where it leads and want them to avoid the consequences. But…I can’t make their choices for them.
What is your favorite verse? Why? Philippians 1:6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
That’s really my life’s theme verse. I love the assurance that I didn’t start the process in me, and I’m not the one who’s going to finish it. It’s a beautiful promise that I claim for my kids, too. I can relax a little knowing that they are a work in progress and that the work WILL be completed in me and in them. What advice would you give to today’s high school and college girls? Don’t sacrifice long-term things like your reputation and your parent’s trust, for temporary things that will NEVER be as great as you think they will be.
Do you have another book coming out soon? Can you tell us a bit about it? High Stakes and Essence of Lilly come out in the Spring of 2011. High Stakes deals with the issue of cheating in school, and the tough decision of confessing to a wrongdoing to clear a friend’s name. Essence of Lilly deals with physical intimacy among teens.
And here is the book trailer for Magna and Making Waves:
Nicole O'Dell is giving away a copy of Magna and Making Waves. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment and check back on Sunday, May 9th to see if you've won. You can enter twice--once on each post in this spotlight. If you want to guarantee that you're notified if you win, then leave your email address in the comment.
Nicole O’Dell and her husband Wil have six wonderful children, the most recent additions being triplets, born in August 2008. Nicole and Wil recently began a youth group at their church for grades 7-12 where Nicole focuses on the teaching, Bible study application, service outreach planning and evangelism focus for the group. She enjoys speaking at other churches, youth groups and parenting groups to offer insight into healthy, Godly navigation of those rough teen years. Over the years, Nicole has worked as a youth director, a Bible study leader for women and teens, a counselor at a crisis pregnancy center and was a veteran camp counselor for over a decade.
Back Cover Blurbs Magna: Molly Jacobs isn’t sure what she should do: Should she follow through with stealing some clothes for her friends from Magna the trendy girls clothing store where she works? Or should she do what she knows is right, even if it means losing her friends? Girls ages 10 to 15 make the choice in this interactive story and see how the consequences change Molly's life. Includes a contract and prayer to remind the reader of the importance of making godly decisions.
Making Waves: Kate Walker joins the swim team and becomes obsessed with practice and making it through the championships with flying colors. With a scholarship on the line and pressure from everyone, what will Kate do when she’s faced with pressure from her teammates to take an illegal substance that will help her swim multiple events in their championship meet? Girls ages 10 to 15 make the choice in this interactive story and see how the consequences change Kate s life. Includes a contract and prayer to remind the reader of the importance of making godly decisions.
Nicole O'Dell is giving away a copy of Magna and Making Waves. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment and check back on Sunday, May 9th to see if you've won. You can enter twice--once on each post in this spotlight. If you want to guarantee that you're notified if you win, then leave your email address in the comment.
Here is the book trailer for Magna and Making Waves:
Congratulations to Anonymous, aka Sunny, on winning Yesterday's Promise, by Vanessa Miller! Sunny, you'll need to email me with your mailing address. I'm pretty sure that you know my email, but if you don't, just let me know.
So is anyone enjoying the beautiful weather? Reading any good books? Writing any? I know that I sure am. I sat out in the sun a week ago doing some bead-work for at least a couple of hours, several days in a row, and I got sunburned! Boy was I sore! But now it's faded into a tan, which has just made me even darker then I was before.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, because my grandparents from Arizona are coming! =) We are all soo excited! We don't get to see them more then twice a year, so this week, get ready for this, none of us kids have school! heehee, we get to take the whole week off and spend it with Grammy and Pappy. =) That is one of the things that I enjoy the most about being homeschooled. But here is another surprise for you...I am going to work ahead on some things, while they are here, like Science and History. Not Math. I just finished doing the last lesson in Algebra 1/2. Shhh, don't tell mom that I'm working ahead! ;) lol, but she is probably reading this right now, so it won't do any good to say it. Oh well. A person can try. =)
Congratulations again to Sunny on winning Yesterday's Promise, by Vanessa Miller.
Monday, April 12, 2010
This book, Sworn to Protect is a really good book. Being my first time reading a book about Border Patrol Agents, I had no idea what they did besides patrol the borders. lol, but now I do.
Sworn to Protect is about a border patrol agent, Danika Morales. She is a single parent while working a tough job, catching immigrants and drug traffickers then bringing them back over the border. Two years before her husband, a high school teacher, was murdered and nobody knows why. There were no motives that anyone could find, but not all things are as they appear. As Danika searches for clues to the mystery for two fruitless years, things start to happen. When things start to get dangerous, she sends her four year old daughter away until things settle down. As she struggles to put the pieces of the puzzle together, attempts are made on her life. Danika tries to figure it out and stay alive at the same time, she tentatively teams up with Alex Price, a doctor who heads up a local clinic that treated everybody, whether they were illegal or not. Everything is escalating and Alex is trying to keep Danika safe and the most important part, alive. As the pieces start falling into place, the suspense is raised and Danika is in grave danger.
What is your favorite memory from when you were a teenager?
Spending time with my father. He passed away when I was seventeen… I didn’t realize how special my time with him was until I didn’t have it anymore.
I love spending time with my dad, too. What did you enjoy doing the most as a teenager?
I loved to dance and hang out with my friends. I don’t know why, those were just the things that seemed the most fun to me.
What was your most embarrassing moment as a teenager?
When my grandmother caught me trying to skip school. My mother was out of town and I thought that was the perfect time to hang out at a park with my sister and one of my cousins. But my grandmother wasn’t going for that… let’s just say that was the first and last time I ever tried anything like that.
What was your favorite midnight snack?
Pizza. Still is, so let’s get to the next question because I’m on a diet right now.
What would you do if you found a blue and orange polka dotted panda in your living room one morning?
Probably scream and then open the door so it could leave. Sorry, I don’t like pets, so I wouldn’t keep it.
What kind of books did you enjoy reading as a teenager?
I enjoyed mysteries and romances. As a matter of fact, I still enjoy reading those kind of books. When did you first discover that you were a writer?
I’ve been writing since I was about nine years old. I started out writing poems, then short stories, stage plays and finally novels. I always knew that I would be a writer, but when I was a kid I had no idea how to accomplish my goal.
Who is your favorite character in Yesterday’s Promise?
Yesterday’s Promise deals with women in ministry. Since I know that this is a topic not everyone agrees on, I wanted to address the controversy but also find a way to some women believe they have every right to preach the gospel. I was very careful with those parts of the story because I wanted to make sure I told both sides of the story.
What is your favorite verse? Why?
I have been young and now I am old, but I have never seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread.
I was twenty six and a single mother when I gave my life to the Lord. I worried about not having enough to provide for my daughter, but when I read that scripture, I stopped worrying. What advice would you give to today’s high school and college girls?
My advice is simply. Stay in school, don’t try to grow up too fast, but take time to enjoy the moment.
Do you have another book coming out soon? If so, can you tell us a bit about it?
I have (4) books releasing this year:
Yesterday’s Promise April 2010 Forgiven June 2010 A Love for Tomorrow September 2010 Long Time Coming November 2010
Readers, here is the book trailer for Yesterday's Promise:
Vanessa Miller is giving away a copy of Yesterday's Promise. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment and check back on Sunday, April 11th to see if you've won. You can enter twice--once on each post in this spotlight. If you want to guarantee that you're notified if you win, then leave your email address in the comment.
Today we have Vanessa Miller with Yesterday's Promise, a wonderful, heartwarming Christian novel. I enjoyed this book, and I am definitely going to read it again. Now, without any more delaying, not that I would do that, here is Yesterday's Promise....enjoy it!
Vanessa Miller is a best-selling author, playwright, and motivational speaker. She started writing as a child, spending countless hours either reading or writing poetry, short stories, stage plays and novels. Vanessa’s creative endeavors took on new meaning in 1994 when she became a Christian. Since then, her writing has been centered on themes of redemption, often focusing on characters facing multi-dimensional struggles.
Vanessa’s novels have received rave reviews, with several appearing on Essence Magazine’s Bestseller’s List. Miller’s work has receiving numerous awards, including “Best Christian Fiction Mahogany Award” and the “Red Rose Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction.” Miller graduated from Capital University with a degree in Organizational Communication. She is an ordained “exhorter” in her church, explaining, “God has called me to exhort readers and to help them rediscover their place with the Lord.”
Feeling defeated, Melinda nevertheless maintains her position as the church's Missions and Community Outreach Director. Frequent interaction with the new bishop incites bitter sparring-and rekindles long-suppressed attraction, which grows only stronger when Melinda develops a relationship with Steven's precious daughter, Brianna, who's still struggling with the death of her mother.
Can Steven and Melinda set aside past pains, forgive each other, and learn to love again? Or will their opposing positions regarding women preachers keep them forever at odds?
Here are the first two chapters of Yesterday's Promise...
Yesterday’s Promise One Standing before the congregation of Omega Christian Church, Melinda Johnson preached a message on God’s precious gift of salvation. Her mission in life was to tell as many people as possible about a Man named Jesus. Preaching the gospel had become her greatest joy. “Don’t wait until it’s too late,” she told the congregation. “The Lord Jesus wants to fellowship with you right now. He loves you and desires only good things for you.” Melinda continued in that vein until her voice cracked and tears ran down her cocoa-cream face. She never tired of talking about God’s ability to do the impossible, or how He could take nothing and make something miraculous out of it. She usually avoided making public displays of emotion, but this message was more important than her image. As the tears continued to fall, she gave an altar call and watched as dozens of men and women left their seats and rushed toward the front of the sanctuary. Repentant souls stood around the altar weeping as they raised their hands in surrender to God. Melinda prayed to God on behalf of each and every one of them. After the service, Melinda stood by the sanctuary door and shook hands with most of the people as they left the church. This was something that her father, Bishop Langston Johnson, always did. Since he couldn’t be there today, Melinda wanted to make sure the job was still done. “Thanks for your wonderful message, Sister Melinda,” Janet Hillman said on her way out. “My son was one of the people who came down to the altar today.” For the past three years, Janet had spent her lunch hours in noonday prayer on behalf of her son. Having joined her on numerous occasions, Melinda was aware of the addictions and incarcerations that Janet’s son had been through. However, Janet had kept the faith—she’d kept believing that her son would one day serve the Lord. Melinda beamed. “You prayed him through, Janet. I should give you my prayer list, because I know you’ll stay on the job until it’s done.” When Janet walked away, Bob Helms, the head elder, came up to Melinda and said, “You brought down the house with that sermon.” “Thank you, sir, but I can’t take credit. That message was God-given,” Melinda said. After a short pause, she asked, “Do you know why the elders weren’t at prayer this morning?” The church leaders met for prayer on the first Sunday of every month, but Melinda had noticed that none of the elders had been in attendance that morning. “Your father had asked that all the elders meet with him this morning,” Elder Helms told her. “Oh,” was all Melinda said. She had been with her father the night before, and he hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting with the elders in the morning. The situation seemed odd to her because she had always been included in his meetings with the elders. Moreover, it was essentially understood by the entire church leadership that Melinda would assume her father’s position once he retired. Right now, her father was in the hospital, recuperating from what he’d thought had been a heart attack. Now that Melinda thought about it, he had been given strict instructions to rest, which probably explained why he hadn’t told her about the meeting. He knew that she wouldn’t want him worrying about church business right now. Elder Helms interrupted her thoughts. “The Bishop did tell me to make sure that you left church right after preaching the message, Melinda. He wants to see you immediately.” It seemed like Elder Helms knew something Melinda didn’t, and it scared her. “Did something happen to Dad this morning?” Shaking his head, Elder Helms reassured her, “No, no. Nothing like that. The Bishop is doing fine. He just wants to see you.” “Thanks for letting me know, Elder Helms,” she said. “I’ll head over there now.” *** Anxious to see her father and make sure he was all right, Melinda rushed down the hospital corridor that led to his room. He had been admitted to the hospital three days prior, complaining of chest pains. After several tests, the doctor had confirmed that no sign of a heart attack had been detected. Melinda was thankful that her father was recuperating and doing well. She was also excited to tell him about some wonderful, unexpected news she had received that morning. Her father’s eyes were closed when Melinda walked into his hospital room. As she approached his bed, she noticed for the first time that his hair was no longer salt-and-pepper but completely white. The wrinkles beneath his eyes, which had long made him look distinguished, were now more pronounced and distracting. When did all of this happen? Melinda wondered as she picked up her father’s frail hand and pressed it to her cheek. Bishop Johnson’s eyes fluttered as he turned toward his daughter. “Hey, baby girl. When’d you get here?” “Just a few minutes ago. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get here earlier.” “You had to handle my responsibilities at the church. Don’t worry about it. I had plenty of visitors this morning.” Melinda sat down in the chair next to her father’s bed and hung her purse on the arm of the chair. “I have some good news, Daddy. I’ve been asked to speak at the Women on the Move for God conference in August!” “That’s great, baby girl! But I have even better news.” Melinda raised her eyebrows. “What, the doctor gave you a clean bill of health and said that you’ll live to be a hundred?” Bishop Johnson shook his head and then blurted out, “I found you a husband.” “Excuse me?” Melinda said in as even a tone as she could manage. After all, she was a thirty-seven-year-old woman living in the twenty-first century. Fathers didn’t go out and find husbands for their daughters in this day and age. “Please tell me you’re joking, Daddy.” “No joke to it,” Bishop Johnson said as he hoisted himself into an upright position. “I’m an old man, Melinda. I haven’t got many years left. I’d like to see at least one of my grandchildren before I die, you know?” Melinda couldn’t deny that her father was showing signs of aging. But that didn’t mean death would sneak into his hospital room and suck out his last breath while she stood there and watched. “You talk as if you’ll die tomorrow.” “I could. The next heart attack could be my last.” Melinda rolled her eyes. “It was an anxiety attack, Daddy. Stop being such a baby. The doctor says you’re fine.” Bishop Johnson shook a shaky finger at Melinda. “Now, you listen to me. I’m eighty-two years old. I know what’s best for you, and that’s why I called Steven Marks.” Melinda bolted out of her chair and moved away from her father’s bed. She put a hand to her mouth and shut her eyes, trying to block out the same feeling of humiliation she’d experienced when Steven had dumped her ten years ago. This has to be some kind of horrible joke, Melinda thought. But her father was a serious man who rarely joked with anyone. “Calm down. It’s not as bad as you think,” he said. “I didn’t come right out and tell Steven I wanted him to marry you. He’s a smart young man…he’ll come to that decision on his own.” “Why are you even talking to me about Steven, Daddy? That man walked out on me and married someone else. Do you really think I’d want him back now, just because his wife is dead?” “Pride goes before destruction, Melinda.” She really hated it when her father tried to rein her in by quoting Scriptures. “What does being prideful have to do with not wanting to marry a man who rejected me?” “I have more to tell you. Would you please sit back down?” Melinda inched back to her seat and slowly settled into it. If this marrying Steven Marks thing was supposed to be a buffer for the rest of her father’s message, then she was truly petrified. She glanced at her father with a look of apprehension. “This last hospital stay has convinced me that I need to retire.” Melinda rolled her eyes. “I’ve been telling you for years now to retire. I can pastor Omega, and Pastor Lakes can take over as bishop.” “Let me finish,” Bishop Johnson said, holding up a hand to silence Melinda. “I know the ministry goals that you have. I also believe that there is a way for you to do God’s will and also have a family. Plus, Steven’s church did not support him during his grieving process. They want him to leave, Melinda. So, after prayerful reflection, I’ve asked him to take over for me as bishop.” Melinda must not have heard him right. He couldn’t have just said that Steven Marks—the man who’d called off their wedding because she’d refused to give up her dreams of preaching the gospel—was going to be the new bishop of Omega Christian Church. In Melinda’s mind, this could mean only one thing: her sin had finally caught up with her.
Two
Steven Marks was in his home office reading his daily devotional when the phone rang. The caller ID displayed the name Langston Johnson. He picked up the phone and said, “Hello, Bishop Johnson! How are you doing?” “Just fine, my boy. I feel like I could run a marathon.” Steven laughed. “Don’t go running off too soon, or you just might end up back in the hospital.” “Thanks for meeting with me on such short notice this weekend,” Bishop Johnson said. “It was no problem. My situation here had been getting crazy, so I was home visiting my parents when you called, which made it easy to get to Baltimore.” Bishop Johnson cleared his throat, then said, “Well, I don’t like beating around the bush. Have you made up your mind?” “Did you talk to Melinda?” Bishop Johnson grunted. “I sure did. I informed her that you would be taking over as bishop of Omega, and she told me that she would sooner set all twelve churches on fire than give them to you.” “She said that?” “And much more. But don’t worry about Melinda. She’s headstrong, but she’s still a woman of God. She’ll come around.” “Do you think I should wait a little while longer before coming down there? Maybe Melinda needs more time to get used to the idea.” “I’m retiring at the end of the month. I need someone who is ready and willing to take my place now. So, are you going to be the new bishop, or do I need to call Pastor Lakes, as Melinda suggested?” “I want the position, sir. I appreciate your confidence in me.” “That’s good. I’ve already contacted the other pastors in the fellowship. I’d like you to come to town and meet with all of us next week,” Bishop Johnson said just before ending the conversation. As Steven hung up the phone, he wanted to kick himself for not calling Melinda himself. He should have known this would be a problem for her. He had grown up with Melinda. Years before they had dated, gotten engaged, and then called everything off, they had been friends. So, he knew she was hurting. If it wasn’t for the fact that his daughter, Brianna, was also hurting, and that his church was throwing him out on his ear, anyway, he never would have agreed to take the position. But, more than that, Steven truly felt that God was moving him in this direction. For the past ten years, Steven had lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Everything about the city reminded Steven and his daughter, Brianna, of his late wife, Sylvia. She’d decorated their house. She’d decorated his office and designed the pulpit area of the church. Even the local malls, grocery stores, and parks provided painful memories. The car accident that had claimed Sylvia’s life had occurred just two streets away from the church Steven pastored. He had to drive down that street almost every day to get to his church office, and, as much as he’d tried to forget, he still remembered how his heart had ached as he’d driven to the site, gotten out of his truck, and run toward Sylvia’s car. A police officer had stopped him while several rescue workers had pulled Brianna out of the wreckage. The driver of the other car, they’d soon discovered, had been high on methamphetamine; he’d stepped out without so much as a scratch on him, and Steven had wanted to kill the man. To this day, he’d been ashamed to admit that neither his love for God nor the fact that he was a pastor had quieted his rage. Rather, it had been Brianna, who was five years old at the time of the accident. When the rescue workers had pulled her from the car and Steven had seen the bloody gash on her head, he’d forgotten all about his anger and started screaming her name: “Brianna! Brianna!” At the sound of his voice, Brianna, squirming in the arms of a firefighter, had looked around until she’d found him. “Daddy!” she’d yelled back, lifting her arms to reach toward him. The police officer had moved out of the way, and Steven had run to his little girl, taking her from the firefighter’s arms and holding her tightly. Then, two paramedics had walked Steven and Brianna over to an ambulance so that Brianna could be checked out while the firefighters continued trying to free Sylvia from the car. The driver’s side been crushed like a soda can ready to be recycled, and, as soon as Steven had seen the crumpled car, he’d decided that he would never allow Sylvia to purchase another small car. Her Ford Escort had been no match for the solid frame of the Pontiac Bonneville that had slammed into it. But Steven wouldn’t have a chance to discuss car choices with Sylvia. He would never discuss anything else with his wife again. He had known this the moment his wife had been pulled from the wreckage and her mangled body had been laid on the stretcher. Even as he’d run toward her, he’d been able to see that she was gone. Now, he was trying to make life work without the woman who had brought him so much joy. His little girl was still miserable. He’d prayed countless times that she would smile as she always had before her mother had died, but, in the two years since Sylvia’s death, Brianna had rarely smiled. Steven had taken her to meet with a Christian psychologist, but that hadn’t helped the situation. She still suffered panic attacks every time he left town for a speaking engagement, mission trip, or other ministry-related event, to the point that Steven had refused to travel. The deacon board at church had determined that the decision violated Steven’s pastoral duties, and he still didn’t understand that one—it wasn’t as if he had refused to preach at his own church. However, the deacons hadn’t let up. They’d also criticized him for all the time he’d spent away from the church during the first year following Sylvia’s death. But Steven hadn’t had a choice. He was both father and mother to Brianna now, and she came first. So, when Bishop Langston Johnson had called him to discuss his becoming bishop of Omega Christian Church, Steven hadn’t been able to refuse. He recognized that some travel would be required of him, but he hoped that the change of scenery and the close proximity of his parents would help alleviate his daughter’s fears. His musings were interrupted when his office door opened, and Brianna ran to him. “Whatcha doing, Daddy? “I was just sitting here thinking.” “Thinking ’bout what?” Brianna asked, climbing up on her father’s lap. Steven hugged his daughter. “Oh, I was just thinking how much fun you’re going to have when we move closer to your cousins.” “And don’t forget about Grandma Vicky and Grandpa Joe! I really liked spending the weekend with them. They bought me lots of presents.” Steven laughed. “I figured you liked that part of the trip. But when we move to Baltimore, you won’t be getting presents every day. Grandma and Grandpa are retired, and they live on a fixed income, so I don’t want you asking them for things. Okay?” Brianna rolled her eyes as if her dad just didn’t get it. “Daddy, I know not to beg. You taught me better than that. But, if they offer me some more stuff, I think it would be rude not to accept it.” Steven laughed again. His daughter brought so much joy to his life, and he thanked God every day that she’d survived the car crash. “Daddy?” “Yes, sweetie?” “I know we’re making this move so I won’t be sad anymore, but I don’t want you to be sad anymore, either. Okay?” Steven thought he’d covered his sadness with laughter and smiles, but Brianna must have seen through his act. “All right, you’ve got a deal. Let’s pray that God helps us to move past the sadness we’ve been feeling.” They held hands and bowed their heads in prayer. *** “Okay, now that you’re out of the hospital, I’d like to have a reasonable discussion with you,” Melinda said as she entered her father’s reading room and sat down next to him. Bishop Johnson set the book he’d been reading on the table next to him and put his hand over his heart. “I don’t like the sound of this. Do I need to okay this conversation with my cardiologist?” Melinda rolled her eyes. “Will you quit saying things like that? Your heart is fine. Everyone experiences anxiety, Dad.” “Does it put them in the hospital?” “I don’t know how many people go to the hospital because of anxiety,” Melinda answered honestly. “Well, I don’t want to feel that type of pain again. That’s why I decided to take it easy—so I can live long enough to bounce my grandchildren on my knee.” “That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.” Melinda ran her hands through her shoulder-length, black hair. “Now, I can understand why you would want grandchildren, but what I can’t understand is why you would want to make me feel guilty. After all, if you and Mamma had had more children, then you probably would have had some grandchildren by now.” The look of sadness that crossed her father’s face tore at Melinda’s heart, but she decided she couldn’t let it get to her. There was too much at stake. “I’m not the only reason you don’t have grandchildren,” she continued. “So, I think you should cut me some slack.” Bishop Johnson looked at his daughter for several seconds before responding. “Your mother had a very rough pregnancy, Melinda. After you were born, her doctor cautioned her against having more children. Her body was just too fragile.” Melinda lowered her head in shame for making her father relive the pain of her mother’s life and death. Margaret Johnson had been delicate for most of her life, and she’d had sickle-cell anemia, suffering her first sickle-cell crisis at the age of five. During her pregnancy, she’d developed preeclampsia and almost died trying to carry Melinda to full term. Kidney failure had finally ended her life. Melinda knew one thing for sure: she didn’t want to bring children into this world if they would have to endure that painful disease. “What if I pass sickle-cell anemia on to my children? Have you thought about that?” she asked her father. “You’ve been tested numerous times, Melinda. You don’t have the sickle-cell trait. Besides, Steven would have to have the trait, too, and I don’t think he does.” Raising her hands in frustration, Melinda asked, “Why are you so set on seeing Steven and me get married?” Bishop Johnson gave her a look that said he thought the answer was obvious. “The two of you belong together, baby girl. You may not see it, but your mother told me on countless occasions that you and Steven would end up together. She and Steven’s mother spent hours on end planning the wedding.” “Why didn’t you just tell me that you wanted me to marry Steven? Why did you have to give him the position you told me I would have one day?” “I know you don’t understand why I would break my promise to you, but I prayed about this, and I truly believe this is the direction God has led me in.” “Oh, so just forget about what I want, right?” “If God wants something different, then, yes, baby girl, I have to forget about what you want.” Melinda folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t believe God has anything to do with your decision at all. Don’t worry about it, though. I’m used to broken promises.” When her mother had become deathly ill, Melinda had begged her not to die, and she had promised that she wouldn’t. So much for that. Steven had also made her a promise that hadn’t come to pass. Year by year, broken promise after broken promise, Melinda had learned to mistrust other people and their vows. God and her father had always been the exceptions; neither of them had ever made a false promise to her, and so she’d trusted them without question. She still held on to her trust in God, but, at this moment, her father had proven that he wasn’t the promise keeper she’d always believed him to be. “I’m sorry, Melinda,” Bishop Johnson said with a sigh. “I don’t think I explained myself well enough at the hospital. I truly believe that I’m following the will of God. I just hope I haven’t scared you away from Steven.” “Don’t worry about scaring me away—Steven’s the one who’s already scurried away from me.” Melinda was getting extremely frustrated with her father. She didn’t know how else to make him understand the way she was feeling than to come out with it. “Don’t you remember the way he treated me, Dad? He broke off our engagement two weeks before the wedding.” “I remember it happening a little differently. The two of you sat in my office discussing your differences, and then you told him that you couldn’t marry a man with such a backward way of thinking.” Melinda’s eyes bulged out, and she lifted her hands as if her point had been made. “And what did he do? He left town and never looked back. He never even tried to work with me to resolve our differences.” “How could the man fight against God, Melinda?” “He wouldn’t have been fighting against God if he had just accepted the fact that I have been called to the ministry, just as he was. But that wasn’t good enough for Steven. He wanted a woman who would open the door for him when he arrived home and wait on him hand and foot. That wasn’t me then, and it isn’t me now.” “Give him a chance, baby girl. The man has changed,” her father pleaded. Melinda stood up. “Steven Marks has not changed, and you know it. I can’t believe that you are doing this to me. When he becomes bishop, that man will not allow me to preach. So, what am I supposed to do? Leave the church I helped you build so that I can do what God has called me to do?” Bishop Johnson stood up and placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “No, Melinda. You don’t have to leave. Marry Steven and work in the ministry with him. This is your destiny, baby girl. Don’t you see that?” Shaking her head, she turned to walk out of the room, then turned back to face her father again. “You, Mamma, and Steven’s mother thought you had our lives all planned out for us. You just never considered that we have minds of our own.”
Thank you for being here, Vanessa, and I'm looking forward to posting the interview tomorrow! Readers, here's how you can find Vanessa: www.vanessamiller.com
Here is the Book Trailer for Yesterday's Promise:
Vanessa Miller is giving away a copy of Yesterday's Promise. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment and check back on Sunday, April 11th to see if you've won. You can enter twice--once on each post in this spotlight. If you want to guarantee that you're notified if you win, then leave your email address in the comment.
Here is my review of Yesterday's Promise, a novel by Vanessa Miller. I enjoyed it very much, and I will definitely read it again.
Yesterday's Promise, by Vanessa Miller, is a heartwarming Christian Fiction novel.
As I read through Yesterday's Promise, I found myself drawn to the characters, and I became so absorbed in the book that I didn't even notice that an hour and a half had passed as I read it until I looked up at the clock. The storyline drew me in, and I found that I was cheering each of the individual characters on as they went through a tough part.
And as Melinda sees Steven more frequently, the long suppressed attraction between them springs to life again. But Melinda still firmly believes that she is called to preach, and Steven is still just as opposed to female pastors. Can they both set aside pains from the past and forgive each other? Can they give love a second chance in their lives? Or will their opposing positions keep them apart forever?
Yesterday's Promise is a wonderful novel that I would recommend to anyone who wanted a really good read. Vanessa Miller is a excellent writer, and any other books that I see that she has written, I am most certainly going to read them.
On Monday, I gave you a rather long post, so this one is a bit shorter. ;) I hope that you've been enjoying reading a bit about these books! I know that I have enjoyed reading them and posting about them here. Another book that I have read is The Hidden Flame, by Davis Bunn and Janette Oak. Let me give you the back cover blurb.
In first-century Judea, the followers of the Way have burgeoned into a vibrant, growing community that cannot be ignored. Jerusalem is in turmoil as its religious leaders on one side, and their Roman rulers on the other, conspire to stamp out the fledgling Church. And Abigail, who thought she had finally found home and safety, is caught between the opposing forces.
Two suitors desire the lovely Abigail's hand in marriage. Ezra, a successful Hebrew merchant and widower with important connections among the Sanhedrin, is looking for a mother for his children. The Roman soldier Linux is fascinated by her winsome charm and possibly could offer the sanctuary---maybe even the love--- for which she yearns. But her hear has been captured by neither of these. Will her faith and courage survive a heartbreak beyond comprehension as the followers face a gathering storm of persecution they never could have foreseen? A glimmer of hope beckons Abigail forward...
You may be like me, and after reading that, you think, 'I have got to read this book!' That is what I thought when I saw The Hidden Flame sitting on our library's new shelf. I got it and read it, and it was well worth spending an afternoon to read it. Janette Oke writes wonderful books, and this one is absolutely no exception, in fact, if anything, it is even better because Davis Bunn was her partner in writing it. I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Hidden Flame, and I think that others would love it too. This is a good book to curl up with on a rainy afternoon.
One book that you might say that I have read, because I am writing it, is Love Blossoms on Snowy Mountain. I'm gonna give you guys a sneak peak into it today. First comes the back cover blurb....
William Clark's life in a isolated valley between mountains is perfect. But when he finds a woman lying unconscious in the snow on Christmas Eve, his entire world is turned upside down. As the winter passes, he gets to know Claire. But when they go to town in the spring, he learns a secret that turns his world upside down again. Will the secret that William learns force them apart, or can love really blossom on Snowy Mountain?
And now for the first page...
William Julius Clark was up before the sun rose, as he always was. He shivered in the cool air as he reached for his boots. The nights had been getting noticeably colder recently, a sure sign that winter was on it's way. He sighed happily in the darkness as he shrugged his coat on. He loved winter, because then no one could get to him in his little valley between the mountains after the snow filled in the passes. As William walked to the barn, he smelled snow in the air and quickened his pace. He walked down the aisle quietly, but not quietly enough. Cayenne Pepper poked his head out of the stall and whinnied. “Cayenne Pepper, I swear, you have got to be part hog, you eat so much! Someday you're gonna eat yourself to death if I don't watch you.” William slapped the horse's neck affectionately before continuing on to the feed room. He frowned as he realized that he was running low on feed, but kept on measuring out the right amount of grain. C. P. nickered as he heard the feed being poured into a bucket and snorted indigently when William teased him with the bucket, keeping it just out of reach and moving it constantly. William laughed and gave Cayenne Pepper the feed. He watched until the horse plunged his face into the grain and was eating before he left the barn. The sun was coming up, casting it's glow around the mountains and making it seem like they were on fire. William quickened his pace, for he knew with a sense of urgency that he had to make his yearly trip across the mountains, and that he had to start today, or tomorrow at the latest.
The wood that William brought in thumped and clattered into the hearth, and he reached for the coffee pot and bounded out the door, returning in less then a minute with a pot full of water. He swung the pot over the fire, which by now was blazing and heating the cabin up, and stirred up some flapjacks while he waited for the coffee to boil. He made a metal list of what he would need to get, then got out precious paper and carefully wrote it down. “Lets see. I need feed for the horses, coffee, sugar, flour, salt, tea,” here William paused and rolled his eyes, wondering why he ever got tea when he only got visitors every couple of years. “... probably ought to pick up some rope, extra bridles, halters, and a big bundle of leather. And,” he said, glancing down at his boots, “better pick up a couple pairs of boots.” That done, William ate and headed out the door, grabbing his coat as he went. Today promised to be chilly, and he had to get all the horses to the west pasture before he could leave. “Come on C. P., lets go round up those horses.” William settled the saddle into place and tightened the cinch. Cayenne Pepper fidgeted as he stepped into the saddle and William smiled, “You want to run, eh, boy? Don't worry, you'll get a chance to run today. Now lets go.” the horse needed no urging to set off at a lope to the farthest pasture, the one that the horses were kept in during the majority of the spring and summer. They had been riding for less then an hour when they came upon the first of the bands that roamed the big pasture. William smiled when he saw the sleek, fat horses, many with young colts running alongside them. He would be busy this winter and well into next spring, breaking in the young colts. He nudged Cayenne Pepper with his heels, and the huge black sprang forward, neighing happily to the other horses. They snorted and milled around for a minute before settling down again. William shook out his whip with a resounding crack and started to herd the horses towards the run of fences that led to the west pasture, the one closest to the cabin. As soon as they were all in, he closed the gate with a clang and whirled to find the other bands. By the end of the day, William was tired but happy. He had managed to get all the bands into the run, and from there the work was easy. Then all he'd had to do was herd the horses forward and keep them moving at a fair pace until they got to the west pasture. There they spread out, forming back into bands and claiming territory. William took care of Cayenne Pepper before watching the horses and the sunset. Before he fell into bed, he put together a pack of food, a couple blankets, and a change of clothes.
And here is inside the front jacket... William felt his breath catch in his throat, for they were in the exact same spot were he had found Claire less then a week ago. She looked at him, and he said, his throat strangely dry, "I found you right underneath that tree.” he pointed to the weeping willow, “You had a fever when I found you. There was a burlap bag lying next to you that had, at one point, contained food.” "I can barely remember coming into this circle of trees, but I can remember thinking that at least I would have a bit of protection from the snow.” Claire said as she slipped off Cayenne Pepper's back and walked forward towards the tree. The wind shifted suddenly and both Blue Jay and Cayenne Pepper snorted nervously. "Claire!” William shouted, but too late, for the huge mountain lion was already barreling down on her.
One book that I just finished reading is Gingham Mountain, by Mary Connealy. It is the third book in the Lassoed in Texas series. Books one and two are: Petticoat Ranch and Calico Canyon. Here is the back cover blurb for Gingham Mountain, and I'll tell you some of my favorite part in the book. But not all of it. All I'm going to say is that it is very funny.
A young woman's need to protect. A cowboy's need to provide. A galloping ride headed for a love-hate relationship.
When Hannah Cartwright meets Grant, a disreputable-looking cowboy, she's determined to keep him from exploiting two more orphans. When she gets the job as schoolmarm, she resolves to keep Grant's adopted children in school to minimize their time spent in hard labor on his ranch. Will she succeed in her plans or lose her heart-- and the children--to a man she despises? Grant already has a Texas ranch full of orphans he's rescued, but still he's determined to take on the two brought in by the orphan train. Can he wrangle his growing brood while resisting his attraction to the meddlesome Hannah and keeping clear of Prudence, a designing dressmaker? When a couple of con artists discover oil on Grant's land, they'll go to any length to steal his ranch, including forcing him into marriage. Will their plans succeed before the secret of oil spills out?
And here is the part that I love best...
Libby wiggled her finger back and forth and tickled him. With a little laugh he jerked away, surprised to find out that he was ticklish. She smiled up at him and reached her twitching finger toward him again. Grant jumped back and glanced up to see all of his kids with their eyes focused straight at him. "You're ticklish." Benny said. "Pa's ticklish." Sadie's dark eyes almost caught fire as she came toward him, her fingers raised in front of her, wriggling around like ten worms.
Now you have to read the book so that little voice will quit nagging you to find out what happens next. ;) Gingham Mountain is a wonderful book, and I laughed quite often as I read through it.
Here is a review of the Revolve 2010 that was sent to me. I found it to be very helpful, and I noticed things that I had not previously noticed.
I am a teen myself, and I found that I really enjoyed reading through the Revolve New Testament. This is my first Revolve, and I am not planning on it being my last either!
The Revolve 2010 is very easy to read and understand. It has fun quizzes and tips for girls scattered around in it that deal with different aspects of teen girls' lives, one such being relationships between guy friends and girl friends.
As I read through one of the New Testament books, Ephesians, I caught things that I had never really understood before, and it was easy to understand them the way that the Revolve portrayed them. You can easily find the particular book that you are looking for, and each chapter has several sub-titles that tell what the next verses are basically about.
All in all, I enjoyed reading the Revolve New Testament very much, and it is an excellent Bible that I would recommend for other teen girls. The Revolve makes reading your Bible easy and fun to do. I look forward to reading my Bible, and I think that other girls will too.
I received this Revolve New Testament through the Book Sneeze program in exchange for an honest review.
Hey everyone! Earlier this week, I said that I'd get this posted. It's a little later in the day then I'd planned on, but I'm getting it up for you all, just like I said that I would. Here you go!
Out With the In Crowd is a excellent teen book written by Stephanie Morrill.
Skylar Hoyt has turned her former partying life around. But with a pregnant younger sister that isn't doing anything and not sure whether to keep the baby or not, her mom moving out of the house and wanting her two daughters to move to Hawaii with her, her father wanting her to stay with him, and her boyfriend wanting more of her already full time, she finds that she feels like she can't win. And as her sister's due date gets closer, Skylar gets busier and more confused. Should she go to Hawaii with her mom or stay with her dad? Will Abbie keep the baby? What will happen to the new life that she is trying to live?
You'll be caught up from the first page to the last as you join Skylar as she works through problems that teens meet everyday.
Out With the In Crowd is an inspiring teen book, the second of three books in the Reinvention of Skylar Hoyt series. Me, Just Different, is the first book, and the third book in the series, So Over It, comes out July of 2010.
This series is one that I would greatly recommend to any teenager, older or younger. Stephanie Morrill does a great job in writing teen books, and Out With the In Crowd is no exception.
Hey guys! Have you read any good books in the last week or so? I have, and the name of one of them is Out With the In Crowd, by Stephanie Morrill.
Out With the In Crowd is a excellent teen girls' book and the second book in the series The Reinvention of Skylar Hoyt. Today I'm going to give you the back cover blurb and the first page, and later on this week, I'll post my review of it, so don't forget to check back here later! Here you go, enjoy!
She knew changing her life wouldn't be easy, but she never expected it to be this hard.
Skylar Hoyt may have vowed to change her partying ways, but it's not so easy to change her friends. Even thought the old Skylar is gone, she's still not sure who this new Skylar really is. Add to that two parents battling for her loyalty, a younger sister struggling with a crisis pregnancy, and a new boyfriend wishing for more of her time, and Skylar feels like she can't win. After all, how do you choose favorites among the people you love most?
And here is the first page of Out With the In Crowd:
Chapter One
All winter break, I’d planned for this moment, the one about to happen.
“Hey,” Eli said as we passed each other in the hall.
I intended to say hello back, to smile like things between us hadn’t changed, but something inside me bristled. I locked my jaw, turned away from his hypnotic smile, and picked up the pace.
Then I mentally kicked my butt as I sped toward my locker. That was not how it should’ve gone.
For starters, when I saw Eli for the first time this semester, I intended to be hanging off Connor’s arm, transfixed by him and unaware of Eli’s presence. Since Connor and I rode to school together, I assumed this would be easy to arrange. If only Connor hadn’t questioned whether he’d locked his car, then abandoned me here in the hall to run and check, things might have gone as planned.
Secondly, I should’ve been casual and cool. A simple, “Hey.” A killer smile. But really, anything would’ve been better than avoiding eye contact and rushing off. Especially because I couldn’t avoid Eli for long. We had first period together.
But deviating from the Eli plan did have its perks. It gave me something to focus on besides what possibly awaited me down the hall. When I chose my locker at the beginning of the year—seemingly a lifetime ago—it never occurred to me that my friends might no longer be my friends. That Jodi, Alexis, Lisa, Eli, and John would become the five people I wished most to avoid.
I was thrilled when I found out, several weeks ago, that I had won Out With the In Crowd at Patterings, where there is another book giveaway going on right now. Christa Allen is doing an interview and her book, Walking On Broken Glass, is being given away, and it sounds really good. You can check it out here.
Joanne Sher is the winner of Fools Rush In by Janice Thompson.
Joanne, please send me your mailing address by emailing me at faith4u7(at)gmail(dot)com
So who is enjoying the snow?? Anybody? I know I am, although I'm hoping very hard that it doesn't snow more... otherwise our churchs' adult and youth roller skating party may be canceled. Does anybody love roller skating besides me? I even found a pair of skates, and you can ask my mom, Patty, or Peej, who blogs over at Patterings, whenever the roller skating party comes up, you can always find me practicing on my skates. If you've gone roller skating before, you know that until you learn how, you often fall and hurt yourself. But what do you do? You get right back up and keep on trying until you can skate without falling, right? And boy, the first few times that I skated, I was so sore! But as I skated more, I got better, and now I only fall once in a while.
Our walk with Christ is just like learning to roller skate. At the beginning, you fall all the time, but as you work at it more, you get better at it, until you don't fall as much. But sometimes you still fall, no matter how good you get. And no matter how good we are in our walk with Christ, we still wind up falling once in a while. But we pick ourselves up, dust the dirt off of us, and keep on going.
So keep on getting up, dusting yourself off, and keep on going!! You can do it!
Here's a suspense book! We were going to do S.W.A.T. :) Which is 'Suspense With Abby Tuesday.' But we decided to post today instead.
Hero's Ransom is an excellent, suspenseful book written by David and Diane Munson. I could hardly put the book down and towards the end it got suspenseful enough that I was quite literally sitting on the edge of my seat while I read. And just when you think that you have figured out how it's going to end, a new twist is thrown in. It is one of the best suspense/thriller books I've read in a while. A little about the book...(without giving away the ending). :)
Archeologist Amber Worthing was in China in a remote archeology dig where they find a mummy. While she was praying outside her tent one night, she saw China launch their new, secret missile. The next day Dr. Parks, the chief of the archeology dig, finally allowed her to take pictures of the mummy and she was elated. While she was taking pictures of the mummy, Dr. Parks had her arrested for "defacing" the mummy. She was then accused of spying on China. She was transported to a Chinese prison and the next weeks tested her faith and strength in many ways. Throughout the book, CIA Agent Bo Rider has been trying to stop China's killer satellite from destroying America. He teams up with Federal Agents Eva Montanna and Griff Topping to free Amber, stop the satellite, and get his Chinese contact out of China. The race is on and the clock is ticking.
I would recommend this book to both teens and adults. It is an excellent book and it's the fourth book in The Justice Series.
One book I just read is Once Upon a Family, by Margaret Daley, who blogs at www.margaretdaley.com. Here's the back cover blurb from Once Upon a Family...
He knew all about angry teen boys-he'd been one himself.
As the local high school principal, Peter Stone knew troubled student Sean Williams needed his expert assistance. And as a Christian, Peter knew God was leading him to help. Yet it was the boy's mother who captured Peter's notice.
Laura, a widow caring for her four children and ailing aunt, had no time for romance or religion. Somehow, despite her protests, Laura found herself and her brood frequent visitors to Peter's ranch and the church he attended. Soon it seemed her family was meant to complete Peter's life.
So are you hooked yet? Just reading that little bit from the back caught me, and I knew that I had to read Once Upon a Family, or I would wonder what happened until I did. And I am so glad that I did read it. It was well worth sneaking the time to read and enjoy it. This is another wonderful book from Margaret Daley that I would recommend to anyone that wanted a good read.
Don't forget that we have a book giveaway with Janice Thompson and Fools Rush In going on! You can enter the giveaway by commenting on the posts meet Janice Thompson and with Janice Thompson and leaving your email address in the comment. You can enter twice, once on each post, and double your chances of winning Fools Rush In. I'll post the winners on February 14, so check back then to see if you won!
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Hey all! Congratulations to the Winner of Nicole O'Dell's two teen books, Magna and Making Waves, who is....(drum roll, please)... KarenK! Karen, you'll need to email me your mailing address, and I'll get it to Nicole.
