Excerpt of Let It Snow by B. J. Robinson

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It’s the time of the year for flickering flames, fireplaces, hot chocolate, apple cider, hoodies, and the smell of wood burning. I’m working on three new Christmas novellas. The first one is Let it Snow, and it has a sequel titled When Snowflakes Fall: Wrapped in Love. The third one is When the Snow Comes. Get in the mood for Christmas season as you relax and cuddle up with a Christmas novella. Remember the reason for the season and enjoy Chapter One as a preview of what’s to come. If you’d like a copy of Let it Snow, here is the link. http://www.amazon.com/Let-Snow-Home-Sweet-Snowflakes-ebook/dp/B01696227W/

Let It Snow

If you enjoy it, please leave a review. Thank you for taking the time to consider it. I hope it will entertain you and bring you some Christmas cheer.

I pray all of my readers and their families have a blessed Christmas season.

B. J. Robinson

Excerpt for Let it Snow

Chapter One

Ashley Camille Jacobs dreamed of a cozy Christmas spent in a cabin in the woods, with a roaring fire crackling in the fireplace, hot chocolate, and a rocking chair by the fireside as she watched the flames leap and crackle. A cedar tree, like old times, to adorn the picture window. The lights on the tree blinking and glowing with the flickering firelight. Christmas music filling the air, listening in peaceful solitude as she rocked by the fire. Better yet, a soul mate to cuddle with on the sofa or the rug by the fire. A white Christmas full of joy, hope, love, and snow. Would that dream ever materialize?

Christmas should be kept simple. Simple was good enough for her. Enjoying the simple things in life brought the greatest pleasures. Life was about learning how to enjoy them and taking advantage of them.

Too bad, her life was anything but simple. Those days were long gone, and she doubted she’d ever see such again. Her heart longed for an isolated cabin in the woods, but living demanded that she live where the jobs were. There was something to be said for days of the past when people slowed down to enjoy life and holidays with their families.

Ashley bundled up in a heavy coat and gloves as she glanced out the window at the icy yard and road. Her old clunker was broken again, and she

had to trudge to her teaching job in town. She lived just outside the city limits. The walk wasn’t that far, but in the freezing cold, it felt like it took forever. The only bright spot was the donut shop on the way. She’d stop and briefly warm up while she ordered hot glazed donuts. At least it wasn’t snowing. She’d be out for the winter holiday break this weekend. Only a few more days to make it to work in the cold before she’d get a break.

Frosty air slapped her cheeks as she stepped from her mobile home and inhaled brisk, fresh air deeply into her lungs. She smelled the pines and firs and couldn’t wait to adorn a Balsam fir to get into the true Christmas spirit. She wanted to relax and listen to Christmas music, both carols and country.

Her heart pumped, and her breath puffed white smoke as she shoved her hands into gloves and began her morning routine to get to work. At least she got exercise.

By the time she made it to the warmth of the donut shop, her nose was red and felt frozen. She yanked off her gloves and shoved them into the pockets of her jacket. The coffee would warm them. She loved to feel its warmth seep through the cup into her hands. She placed her order for two hot glazed donuts and a cup of hazelnut coffee, paid the ticket, grabbed the white bag of treats and coffee, and turned to exit. Nearly spilling her coffee on the hard body that blocked her way, her eyes widened in surprise. Scott Wyatt stood a head taller smiling down at her with a twinkle in his brown eyes that glistened with amber highlights. His spiked auburn hair brought them out even more, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his.

“Careful, that coffee is hot. Babe, it’s cold outside, but I don’t hanker to be warmed up that way,” he drawled.

She smiled up at him. “So sorry. I’m glad the lid kept it from spilling.”

“Me, too.” His beaming smile was like glowing headlights on a cold, dark night. She felt drawn to it as a rabbit caught in the glow. Even white teeth sparkled, and a five o’clock shadow showed he hadn’t shaved. Was he planning to grow a beard? Why should she care? Well, she did like men clean-shaven, but sometimes beards made them cute. Scott didn’t need to hide his handsome face behind whiskers. She sighed.

“On your way to work?”

“Yes, see you later. I’ve got to hurry. Don’t want to be late.”

He glanced at his watch. “We’ve got time.”

She hurried through the door knowing he didn’t realize she walked to work. Ashley had made it about half a block down the road when Scott

pulled alongside of her and the passenger window slid down. “Didn’t realize you were walking. Hop in and let me give you a ride. It’s too cold out there.”

He shoved the passenger door open, and she climbed in. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. Once I hit the donut shop, I don’t have much further. Knowing that, keeps me going.” She smiled and took a sip of coffee.

He lifted one of her gloves. “I found this left behind on the counter. The clerk said it was yours, so I told her I’d see that you got it back since we worked at the same school.”

“Thank you. I thought I’d shoved them in my pocket.”

“Figured it wouldn’t take you long to miss it.”

She grinned. “I would’ve in the morning when I got ready to walk to work, but I take them off when I have a warm cup of coffee in my hand.”

“You don’t have a car?”

“It’s not running.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“No clue. There’s always something going on with it. I’m just thankful I live close enough to walk to work when it acts up.”

He parked in front of the school and dashed to open her door, but she was out of the car before he could get to her side. “Thanks for the ride. I love your Mustang. Blue and white is such a pretty color.”

“It’s fun to drive.” He grinned and reached into the back seat to pull out a briefcase. “Had to grade papers last night.” He sighed. “Breaks almost here. I’m going to have a country Christmas with the folks. What are your plans?”

“To stay warm and enjoy my break from walking in the cold.”

“You’re not visiting family?”

She hung her head for a split second before answering. “I have none anymore. My father died when I was very young, mother died a few years ago, and I lost my sister a few years afterwards. Christmas has never been the same for me since.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I have a huge family and always spend it with them. They have a cabin in the woods where we gather for it every year. You should come with me. They have plenty of room, and I know they’d welcome you. No one should be alone for the holidays.” He smiled, and his honey-brown eyes welcomed her as much as his lips.

“But I don’t know them, or you very well either.”

“We could get to know each other better, and having one more won’t make a dent in their Christmas plans. Mom cooks enough to feed an army.”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

“You don’t have much time. Tomorrow is our last day, and I’m leaving as soon as school is out, so if you decide to go, have your bags packed. I’ll pick you up in the morning so you won’t have to walk with them. We’ll be ready to hit the road when the bell rings. I can’t wait.” He grinned as they strolled to the building together. “How about it? It’ll be fun.”

“It would be something different. I’ve always dreamed of having Christmas at a cabin in the woods.”

“Let me make your dream come true.” He winked.

Her heart stood still. If he only would.

Ashley’s pulse raced. His eyes pulled her in, and she felt like she stared into the eyes of her soul mate, but they’d worked together for years and he’d never noticed her. She couldn’t let herself think that way. He just felt sorry for her. She wanted love, not pity. Yet, she couldn’t say no to his tempting invitation. She had no better plans, and she dreaded spending another Christmas alone. “Okay, you’ve talked me into it. I hope you’re right about your Mom not minding.”

“It’ll be fine. I promise. Have a great day. Perhaps I’ll see you at lunch.”

She smiled and whispered, “Thanks, perhaps,” before she turned and followed the hall in a different direction. He taught math, a subject she detested. She was in a different wing and taught English. Ashley felt like she floated down the aisle as she turned into her room. Her spirits lifted. Maybe this Christmas would feel like the holidays again. Nothing would ever bring back her lost loved ones, but at least she wouldn’t be alone. Her heart yearned for company. The holidays could be so lonesome alone. Yet, she didn’t want to get her hopes up too much about Scott. Pity was far from love.

Her mind raced with thoughts of his honey-colored eyes and spiked auburn hair as she taught her seventh graders. One more day to get through. She never thought she’d be thankful that her car wasn’t running, but if it had been, she would’ve never gotten an invitation from Scott. Maybe she should be glad she drove an old boat that stayed parked in her drive more than on the road these days. She did love her large vehicle and disliked today’s smaller ones. Too bad they no longer made Ford LTDs. She’d keep her yellow and brown one as long as the motor didn’t go entirely out because it couldn’t be replaced. At least not with a new model. She couldn’t afford a new one anyway. Ashley was used to making do.

That evening she began her trudge home. She hadn’t seen Scott at lunch as she’d hoped she would. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten her

hopes up. She hadn’t gone two blocks before the blue Mustang with the white stripe pulled alongside of her and the window slid down.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t get to see you for lunch. Decided to stay in my room and grade papers because I want to be caught up before the holidays. I don’t plan to bring work with me to Mom’s. Hop in. You never gave me a definite answer.” He grinned, and his eyes lit up as he winked at her. “Are we on?”

She climbed into the vehicle and sighed before answering. “I don’t want to be a burden, though I do thank you for taking pity on me.”

“Are you kidding? You are the one taking pity on me and keeping the only son with no date from showing up without a woman on his arm for the holidays. My two brothers are married, and Mom keeps asking me what I’m waiting for. I keep telling her, the right woman, of course, and she hasn’t come along yet.” His gaze locked with hers. “Maybe she has. This holiday together might give us a chance to find out.”

Ashley’s heart fluttered, and her hand went to her throat. She tried to answer him, but her voice wouldn’t work. She felt so shy and awkward around Scott, but she tried to make light of things and smiled. “So, you’re using me then.”

He grinned and patted her shoulder. “Call it what you will, but I don’t feel sorry for you, and I’m not using you.” He grimaced. “Well, maybe I do feel a bit sorry for you walking to work in the cold when I have a nice warm vehicle. We’ll have to do something about that at least until the winter is over. I live in town, so my apartment can’t be far from you. I’ll drive you to and from work until you can get your car running or until winter is over.”

“That’s awfully nice of you, but I can’t let you do that.”

“And just why not? I want to. Who wouldn’t want the company of a beautiful redhead?

Ashley felt her cheeks grow warm. “I’m not redheaded. My hair is the same color as yours, auburn.”

“It’s beautiful hanging long and wavy down your back. I love it.”

“Thank you.” She hung her head and gazed at her lap knowing her face had to be red as a Maine lobster.

“It’s wicked cold, too cold for you to be trudging up and down the road and what will happen when it snows? You’ll be buried.”

She laughed. “I’ve managed so far.”

“Like I said, I don’t feel sorry for you because you are no spoiled, pampered woman. It’s plain to see that you do what you need to in order to survive. You’re going to love Mom and Dad’s cabin in the woods.”

“I know I will. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.”

“Told you I’d make your dream come true, and I’m just beginning.” Scott glanced at her as he drove past the donut shop. “So how about directions so I can bring you home?”

She explained the way to the trailer park and held her breath, hating for him to see where she lived. Though hers was decent, many of the trailers were rundown. She had one she was renting to own instead of one the landlord rented. A private owner had allowed her to buy it that way, and she was glad because though it was small, it wasn’t falling down like some of the others.

As he pulled into the gravel lane that ran between two rows of small yards and trailers, he asked, “Which one is it?”

“Second one on the right.” She let out a breath and watched his face.

“I hope you’re safe here.”

“Of course I am. After all, it’s Maine. I’ve lived here about three years with no problems.”

“I’ll get your door.” This time he dashed around to open it, and she waited. He took her hand and helped her out. “You’ve made a nice little sitting area for yourself under that oak. Must be nice in the spring and fall, but not very cozy for the winter.”

“No, I’m afraid not. The yard stays a muddy mess during the winter months, but it does look nice during my two favorite seasons.”

“Let me guess. Fall and spring?

“Yes, summer is okay, too, since I don’t have to work those months, but I love the spring flowers and the fall leaves.”

“I know what you mean. Always visit Mom for Thanksgiving and even Halloween. It’s more fun in the woods for both with the trees sporting their vibrant holiday colors. Of course in the winter, the only colors are vibrant evergreen or bare branches.”

“Would you like a cup of coffee or something?”

“No thanks. Like I said, I need to get caught up before tomorrow morning. I’m headed to my apartment to do lesson plans and grade papers, but I’ll see you first thing bright and early and don’t try walking. Wait for me. It’s supposed to snow tonight, and I don’t want to have to dig you out of some snowbank.”

Her eyes met his. “Thanks so much, Scott. You’re sure making my life a lot easier, and you’re already making one dream come true, a Christmas in a cabin in the woods. Somehow this trailer park doesn’t put me in the Christmas mood, but tucked away in the woods, I know my spirits will be lifted.”

“Good. I aim to please.” He strolled with her to the steps, and she wondered if he’d try to kiss her, but felt it was way too soon. Instead, he just stood there and watched as she unlocked her door. “Mom never locks her place, but she lives in the woods in the middle of nowhere.” He grinned, and their gazes locked again. She noticed something in his, promise. He stood below her on the last step, and she stood on the top one, yet he was still taller. He lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. “This is going to be a Christmas to remember with an auburn-haired beauty. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

“Thank you for the kind offer.”

He winked. “See you tomorrow. I wasn’t just being kind. You’ll see.”

She stood in the door and watched him climb into his sports car and scoot out the drive. His car was a beaut, and he was a hunk. Ashley wondered when she would wake from this dream. Everyone knew dreams didn’t come true, wishes either, when you lived in a dumpy trailer park, not even Christmas ones. She had to keep her hopes from climbing too high, or she’d be too disappointed to survive and function after having a Prince Charming like Scott in her life. No way did she want a fancy fiber-optic Christmas. Ashley looked forward to a country Christmas in the cabin in the woods with Scott and his family. Nothing could top that. She couldn’t believe at least part of her dream was coming true.

Dear Reader, Thank you for taking the time to consider Let it Snow.

BJ Robinson

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B. J. Robinson

B. J. Robinson writes inspirational fiction from Florida, where she lives with her husband, a shelter cat named Frankie, a golden cocker spaniel named Sunflower, and a golden retriever named Honi. Her children are grown and have made her a grandmother twelve times. She promises to take her readers on a continuous journey to another world. B. J. has been a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). She believes belonging to a good critique group and reading books by other writers is the best way to hone your skill and craft.

Visit her at http://barbarajrobinson.blogspot.com. B. J. Robinson makes her home in Florida with her husband and pets, blessed with children, grandchildren, and faith. Visit her author page at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorBJRobinson.

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The Power of Praise by Teresa Pollard

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Sometime we read through the stories of the Bible, and we think, ‘oh, that’s nice,’ but we really don’t get much out of them until God draws our attention to them to see their depth in a new way. Such was the case when I began to research the story of Deborah and Barak for my novel, Woman of Light. I studied everything I could find about them from Judges 4 & 5, as well as the Talmud, and commentaries from scholars throughout the ages.

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But I’d barely begun writing the novel when it took a turn I wasn’t expecting—to the power of praise. I’ve always loved to sing. I’ve been doing it since I was a tiny tot. But I’d never really thought about that before. People talk a lot about the power of prayer. But of song?

The entire chapter of Judges 5 is a song, the song of Deborah and Barak after the Lord had destroyed both Sisera’s army of nine hundred iron chariots and King Jabin of Canaan himself. This mirrors the songs of Moses and Miriam on their deliverance from Egypt.

When my grandmother and godmother died within three weeks of each other, and then later when my own daughter died, I often found myself singing the Gaither’s song, Because He Lives, as well as other old hymns and Christian songs. They healed my soul in ways I can’t explain. When my husband left me, I actually had pills in my mouth to commit suicide, but instead I put a CD on of a Michael Combs album, and spit the pills out. So the music quite literally saved my life.

But it wasn’t until I started writing this novel that I began to put it together. We can’t be angry or bitter, or despair when we’re praising God. We can’t feel hopeless of the future when our eyes are on Him. There is power in praise. Moses and Miriam knew it. Deborah and Barak knew it. The apostles knew it too. Paul and Silas were singing in the dungeon at midnight.

Why have we lost this sense of the power of praise and see it only for its entertainment value? I don’t know why, but for some reason God impressed it on my heart enough to write a novel all about the power of praise. Thanks for having me here today to tell you about it. God bless.

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Ehud, Israel’s great judge, is dead. He must have been out of his mind with sickness to prophesy that his granddaughter Deborah would judge Israel. Just who does she think she is? Doesn’t she know Sisera’s iron chariots threaten to annihilate the fledgling nation? And Barak? A poor man who can barely feed his own family. What kind of a God would choose two such improbable people to lead His people to battle?





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Teresa PollardTeresa Pollard is from Richmond, Virginia, and was saved at a young age. She has a Master of Arts degree in English and Creative Writing from Hollins College, and has served as a Sunday School teacher and children’s worker for most of the last forty years. She is the co-author of Not Guilty and Not Ashamed, and the author of Tokens of Promise and Woman of Light, (due out from HopeSprings Books in October). Married for forty years, she was devastated by divorce and the death of her youngest daughter, but God has blessed her with a new home and another grandson, and she now resides in Dacula, Georgia. She blogs every Tuesday at http://teresatalkstaboo.wordpress.com. Follow her on Facebook at Teresa Pollard, Author.

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Gems from Pastor Jim by Jim Hughes

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CrossPs. 84:10 A single day in your courts is better than a thousand anywhere else! I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked.

What kind of desire do you have when you gather with God’s children in worship? Is church just another thing on the agenda for you to do? Do you approach it as more of a duty or a desire of your heart? I suspect that for most of us, we don’t get too excited about going to church. We go because that is what we know we need to do or because it is expected of us. We go because we don’t want to get out of the discipline of going, knowing that then we would soon slip away from God. We go because we don’t want to be a bad example for others and give them an excuse for not going. We go to church for a wide variety of reasons, but when was the last time you went because your soul longed to go, knowing that you would be in the presence of God when you went?

When was the last time you knew the Lord would be in his house when you went? The Psalmist was caught up with being in the Tabernacle courts because he knew that God was in His house. God chose to dwell amongst His people in the Tabernacle. He had instructed the people on how to construct the Tabernacle and everything associated with it and how to approach Him in worship. God presented himself as holy to His people and provided very strict means on how to approach Him. Only those who were purified could enter into the Tabernacle itself and serve as priests on behalf of the people before God.

I wonder if we were to take greater pains to present God as holy to each other if we too, would have a greater desire to be in the house of the Lord. Let’s face it; we do not for the most part consider worship a sacred event. We seldom pause to reflect on what it really means to draw near to God. Perhaps if we were to consider God to be holy, we would have a greater desire to be still and quiet our hearts before Him. Perhaps it would affect the way we live and how we look upon sin.

We need to ask ourselves the question, “Am I comfortable being in the presence of the wicked?” If you are not bothered by the sin around you and uncomfortable in its presence, you need to draw near to God and let His holiness bathe your soul. A holy heart has a real problem with sin. Draw near to God and the longing of your heart will be to be in the house of God and not in the house of the wicked.
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Jim HughesSpending his formative years in Ft. Wayne, IN, Jim followed the love of his life to southeast Iowa where they married and have spent the majority of their lives. Jim has pastored several churches throughout his life and has worked many years in local factories to help support his family. The father of two married adult children and one son still at home, Jim is a first-time author.

C Through Marriage came into being through many years of pastoral and life experiences. The book first took on a life of its own over 20 years ago when I sought to address the much publicized moral failures of prominent leaders in the church. In the chaper on Chasity, I include the guideliness that I developed then to protect one’s self from such failures.

I am a firm believer in order to make sense out of life you have to use much common sense. We need to get back to the basics of what has worked for many, many generations. If is isn’t broke, why try to fix it? I strive to return to the basics of what really works in all my writings.

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Faith Through the Struggles by Naty Matos

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Scripture: “There’s no way that God will reject a good person, and theirs is no way he’ll help a bad one. God will let you laugh again; you’ll raise the roof with shouts of joy, with your enemies thoroughly discredited, their house of cards collapsed.”

Once again it is human nature to feel jealousy, especially when you are doing everything right and everything in your life is going wrong. You feel discouraged even betrayed, but this is where you can get to know who God really is. See God is not changing like we are. He’s not moody or conditional. God’s word is all sovereign and total truth.

Sometimes in life struggles are the consequences of our actions. We feel bad, but we actually should be grateful that God’s grace doesn’t allow us to get what we really deserve. Sometimes in life struggles are lessons. Just like a good personal trainer workout. There has to be nothing wrong with you for you to go out and have a good workout, but I’ll assure you that you will be sore in the morning anyway. Life situations can be that way.

It’s in those moments when we build character and test our faith. We don’t need to prove to God how much we love him; he knows our heart better than we do. So it’s not for God that we do these tests, it’s for ourselves. Sometimes we think that we are further alone in our walk. Sometimes we think that we have surrendered completely and then something happens and we stumble and fall.

We all need that wake-up call that shows us the condition of our heart and where our belief system really is.

This particular scripture tells us that God will not reject a good person. This is the time to seek our heart and see where are our actions and behaviors leading us? Do we really act with a kind and loving heart? Are we forgiving? Do we criticize others or do we correct in love?

When we see others prospering in their evils schemes, do we forget that those are not blessings from above. Who is really prospering those people? Are those the blessings that you want?

I know that the part I like about this scripture is definitely the part that says that God will have you laugh again. Know that you don’t have to wait until the storm is over to laugh again. If the joy of the Lord is your strength you will be laughing through the storm because you know who you are secured in, who is the decision maker in your life and that it will all work out for his good in the end.

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Naty MatosNaty Matos was born in the city of New York. She grew up in the beautiful Island of Puerto Rico and now lives in the city of Atlanta.

She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Clinical Psychology with a Minor in Mass Media Communications and a Master’s Degree in Mental Health Counseling.

Naty writes Christian fiction and non-fiction. She maintains a blog on Christian Living Topics at www.therisingmuse.com

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Why is Bobby inside Revenge? by Paula Rose

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Life in my state has everyone aware of Autism Spectrum Disorder, Asperger’s Syndrome, or pervasive developmental disorder (PDD). Why? New Jersey rates of Autism are exceedingly high, and this has brought New Jersey into amazing strides within the Autistic community to include schools, residential assistance, and employment and education for all that this entails.

Through my research, it was easy to understand the necessity plus the benefits of a job coach for Bobby in my fictional story that involves a member of the community with Asperger’s Syndrome. While not the main character, Bobby Havers has an integral starring role in Revenge, and there are several chapters where his symptoms are brought to the forefront in an interesting and positive way. Why? Because Bobby is interesting and positive, and his skills and abilities contribute to the story the way everyone has skills and abilities to contribute to their own stories.

Bobby had a story to tell too.

Bobby Havers was working and doing exceedingly well in a long-term employment placement until management changed and some claims of Bobby’s mistakes multiply. Olivia Foster has tried to speak with the new manager on several occasions but had been rebuffed due to the manager’s meeting schedule. However, when merchandise goes missing, it’s assumed Bobby mistakenly added the materials as received when they had not been, but Olivia was able to match up receipts and invoices disproving that claim. Bobby wasn’t wrong, but someone was eager to believe things were his fault. Now, imagine if Bobby didn’t have his job coach? Yep. I did.

Bobby could have been a blip on a page and no more but getting to know Bobby brings him to life making us understand his story, how vital his contributions are, and how his presence touches many.

For example, once Bobby disappears, the job coach’s employer ends her position and adds her to the suspect list in his disappearance. However, when Bobby remains in contact with the job coach, Detective Lt. Phillip Landon is left with a more complex case than he had at the beginning of this disappearance. It’s easy for him to realize that whoever has abducted Bobby Havers knows Olivia Foster, and despite her protestations, this theory becomes solidified by the death of her special needs brother in a workplace environment from years ago. Phillip’s only problems are to find out how these two cases connect and be doing something about it before anything happens to Bobby Havers. All the while, Phillip has no doubt that the job coach becomes the next target.

Olivia, on the other hand, goes against advice and does what’s in her heart instead. Haven’t we all had to do the unpopular thing to do what we know is right? Haven’t we had listen to the whisper to know what way to go?

Olivia Foster makes plans to bring this missing young man home. Can Phillip keep Olivia safe, protect his heart, remove the job coach from someone’s target list, and adopt a faith he never knew all while adjusting to the new lives of his old family?

Find out inside Revenge!


As a job coach, it’s up to Olivia Foster to ensure her clients work in a safe environment, understand their positions, and serve their employer’s mission. The death of her brother drives her career choice, and she loves her job. It remains her only focus until one of her autistic clients goes missing. Then Olivia’s employer ends her position and adds her to the suspect list, but she makes plans to bring the missing young man home.

Detective Lt. Phillip Landon is deep into second-guessing his career choice, but his well-honed instincts see major flaws inside this missing person’s case. Surprising contacts, mysterious happenings, and threats can turn deadly. Can he keep Olivia safe, protect his heart, remove the job coach from someone’s target list, and adopt a faith he never knew all while adjusting to the new lives of his old family?

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Paula RoseAuthor Paula Rose brings an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brushes with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coats with suspense inside Christian fiction. Paula’s research gives readers a panoramic view from law enforcement and lends to character authenticity. She enjoys writing in the romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but when she’s not writing, Paula Rose is reading or playing amateur photographer. Member of ACFW. 2015 Genesis Contest judge. NetGalley member. 2014 Grace Awards judge.

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Create In Me A Clean Heart O God by Rebekah Beene

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If you’re like me there seems to be precious little time to keep house these days. Early this morning as I was putting my makeup on I noticed the runners in the shower doors were full of crud! How had I not noticed this before! I clean the walls regularly, but somehow had missed this area. Deep in the recesses of metal and glass were areas I had not dealt with. Obviously I had let this go! I decided I needed my eyes checked and proceeded to clean them then and there. I knew I would probably forget it if I didn’t get right to it.

Oh beloved, you are the temple of the Lord. And when God brings to mind things that need housekeeping touchups, run quickly to Him. Let Him fix the things He brings to mind quickly so that you are free to move on to better and brighter things! Just a few moments spent with the Savior, contemplating His mercy and concentrating on His Word will clean your heart, set your mind right and give you fresh insight into what He’s doing today.

God loves you and He’s for you. We have to make time to let God inspect our hearts and clean where it’s needed. There’s always time to get with Him and plenty of time left to do everything else we are all called to do! You are a shining example of His mercy and grace as you live fresh and clean in the Light of His Glory & Grace!

Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. NAS

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Rebekah Beene

In a Christian Women’s meeting in 1983, Rebekah was given a prophetic message that she would write books. Several years ago she began writing stories about special holiday memories and travels, sharing God’s love and care through each story. God has gifted Rebekah with the ability to look at the natural and see the supernatural. Both Rebekah and her husband Danny have a heart to share the Gospel and the riches of life in Christ to everyone they meet. They have served in the local church and in ministry to motorcyclists. Danny is an ordained minister and they both have been Bible study teachers for many years. Rebekah also speaks at women’s retreats and conferences. Her tag line says it all “God loves you and He’s for you”.

My website is http://rebekahbeene.wordpress.com

My first book in print is Oh Beloved! Live in the Light of His Word.
Link to buying the book via paypal is on the website.
As well a link to purchasing the ebook on Amazon is there too.
I’m also on twitter @rebekahbeene, tumblr http://rebekah-beene.tumblr.com/
and of course facebook as Rebekah Beene (Warren) I included my maiden name for old friends.
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Gems from Pastor Jim by Jim Hughes

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CrossPs. 84:1-2 How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty. I long, yes, I faint with longing, to enter the courts of the LORD. With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God.

To be where God is ought to be the longing of every believer’s heart. God gives us glimpses of what heaven will be like and we can only imagine just how grand, majestic and glorious it will be. God reveals heaven to us in human language and I am convinced that it is far more than anything we can imagine. What we know of heaven captivates our thoughts. We want to go there. In fact, it is the longing of all who believe there is God. All but those who refuse to acknowledge that God is, want to go there. For most people there longing for heaven is merely wishful thinking, but for the redeemed it is certain reality.

Yet, the longing of the soul should be where God is today. He is with us. We do not have to wait to get to heaven in order to enter into God’s presence. Being with God today should equally captivate our hearts. We should have a longing in our hearts to approach God. Drawing near to God should stir our souls like nothing else can. The glory and holiness of God are beyond human imagining. To be in the presence of eternal and pure love is beyond our ability to fully appreciate. Oh, the beauty of the Lamb! Oh, to be near to the heart of God! Oh, the glory of our God and King!

Sing His praises today! With your whole being, body and soul, praise His holy name! Shout joyfully unto the Lord, for He has saved your soul. Shout joyfully unto the Lord for He is with you and will never leave or forsake you. Shout joyfully unto the Lord and let Him know how much you love Him. Shout it; don’t whisper it. The Lord Almighty is MY God. The Lord, He is God! The Lord, He is God!

Praise the Lord, oh my soul, and all that is within me, praise His holy name.
C Through Marriage

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Jim HughesSpending his formative years in Ft. Wayne, IN, Jim followed the love of his life to southeast Iowa where they married and have spent the majority of their lives. Jim has pastored several churches throughout his life and has worked many years in local factories to help support his family. The father of two married adult children and one son still at home, Jim is a first-time author.

C Through Marriage came into being through many years of pastoral and life experiences. The book first took on a life of its own over 20 years ago when I sought to address the much publicized moral failures of prominent leaders in the church. In the chaper on Chasity, I include the guideliness that I developed then to protect one’s self from such failures.

I am a firm believer in order to make sense out of life you have to use much common sense. We need to get back to the basics of what has worked for many, many generations. If is isn’t broke, why try to fix it? I strive to return to the basics of what really works in all my writings.

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Writing Tips – Keep It Simple by Suzanne D. Williams

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I read an article recently that outlines a number of writing habits authors need to kick, and it set me thinking about some of those very same things I’d seen in recent books. Here are my current top three:

People dump – Introducing too many characters too soon with very little explanation of who they are and giving all of them a name.

A recent story had a cute blurb and adorable cover. It sounded like a fun read. But by the end of chapter one, I was hopelessly lost. The author tossed me into the midst of the crowd of characters … the female main character, her best friend, her best friend’s husband, the two people she worked for, a half dozen church members (all with different roles), and the male main character. Little was told me besides their names … and they ALL had one. I didn’t know who worked where for how long or who married who on what date or why these two didn’t get along, and I thought, “Why in the world do I care?”

I was choking on people.

It’s best to stick to your main characters (There should be one or two of them, depending on genre. We’ll say Rachel and Joe) and maybe two or three sub-characters. Introduce them one at a time, go slow enough to say what their relationship is, and let the reader linger there for a while to figure them out. Leave any other characters nameless (the clerk, the waitress, a woman, a businessman). This gives the reader’s brain time to adjust to the idea of more people.

I did complete that story, but frankly, had no idea who the sub-characters were when I did.

Head hopping – Jumping from one point of view to another in the same scene or within the same chapter

I can’t believe people still do this, except in another book, I found the best example of it ever. The characters weren’t dumped on me, as in the previous story, but I knew what they all thought.

The best rule of thumb to avoid head-hopping is to limit yourself to one point of view per scene, and maybe only two or three per book, max. This means Rachel and Joe (if it’s a romance), and perhaps the villain (in a suspense novel). No one else gets to speak EVER. Not the best friend, not the guy at the post office, not the sheriff’s wife, or the neighbor. (Another story I read had the main character speaking as well as the neighbor and the maid. It was odd from start to finish.)

Sub-characters are just that SUB-(Latin meaning “under”)-characters. They don’t get a voice of their own, but must obey their cues in particular scenes (and remember, some of these people will not have names). This means whoever is actually speaking is the only opinion the reader hears.

Example – Rachel thinks Joe is cute, but she hates Joe’s hair. While she’s thinking that, Joe can smirk, laugh, clap, or do a table dance, but Joe cannot tell us what he thinks of Rachel … UNTIL … you switch scenes. Then, it’s all Joe. Joe thinks she’s adorable, but she laughs like a donkey. Meanwhile, Rachel is simpering, sweating, and patting her stomach. Rachel has no idea Joe hates her laugh, nor will we find out right then.

See the difference? When Rachel is talking, you write only what she sees or thinks. Meanwhile, Joe is only doing actions. He isn’t thinking. He is, in fact, a mindless robot.

And provide clean scene breaks, whether that’s an entire chapter or some form of asterisk or tilde. Leave a space above and below it for clarity, and be sure to state the name of the speaker at the beginning so the reader knows, “Okay, we’ve switched over to Joe.”

Rabbit trails – including information that is not essential to the main storyline.

Some actions do not need to be expressed, and some parts of character’s lives do not need to be told. If Rachel is entering the house, we’ll assume she’s walking. You don’t need to necessarily state it. Nor does the reader usually need to know every time a character drives somewhere or what they’re eating.

In other words, limit actions.

I read an entire scene in one story where the author did an amazing job describing a baseball game. Problem is, I hate baseball, so it bored me to tears. I understood the point of including it. Joe was looking at Rachel, thinking how hot she was on the sidelines. But the fact of who was pitching, who was on base, and who was up to bat DID NOT NEED TO BE STATED.

Stick to the point of the scene. If Rachel is putting the children to bed, have her do so quietly and quickly (unless she’s thinking about them and it directly relates to her feelings about Joe). Don’t tell me she bathed them, dressed them in polka-dotted nightgowns, and repeat every word of their prayer. If the point is to get her out of the room to spend some alone-time with Joe, then the kids don’t really matter.

And here’s a good point – some scenes do not need to be written. I’ve done it. I loved that line. I loved that interaction. BUT it had NOTHING to do with the storyline and, therefore, had to be eliminated. It’s better to have a shorter story than to fill it with unnecessary moments. I skimmed the baseball scene to get to their dinner together and had no idea who was a good catcher or not. Which DIDN’T MATTER. Their feelings for each other afterward did.

Too much is too much, whether that’s number of characters, points of view, actions, or even moral statements. Don’t drown the reader in any of those. Keep it simple and assure your reader will follow the story from the beginning to the end.


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Suzanne D. Williams

Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE.

To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalog of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor or on Twitter at https://twitter.com/sdwauthor.

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A Woman’s Walden by Barbara Robinson

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Cannot a woman have her very own Walden, as Henry David Thoreau did? This woman did! A woman can have her own Walden. I know, because I had mine. I found mine in the countryside of Louisiana, with a river for my back door. Nature abounded my cabin on three sides. Surrounded with a view of the woodlands on each side and the river as my back door, I enjoyed making use of the river and the woodlands for other purposes besides hunting or fishing.

Thoreau wrote of his Walden Pond, “This is my lake county. These with Concord River, are my water privileges . . .” He spoke of White Pond also. As those were Thoreau’s water privileges, my water privileges consisted of the river and a pond. There were also other spots that I visited to swim or to fish, but I did not frequent those.

I have never been rich in money, but I have had my money’s worth of sunny hours and summer days “spent lavishly,” as Thoreau said, splashing and swimming in the waters of rivers, enjoying the warmth of sunshine on my face as I fished, and lavishing in the beautiful, peaceful nature God provided. The summer I lived in here, during 1993, I practically lived on the banks of the river. We had no air conditioning, and the river was our way of cooling off after a long, hot summer day. My entire summer was spent between writing, with a view of the woods, or swimming and sunning on the banks of the riverbank. I usually used my own private little island, which was a present leftover from the many floods. It provided a sandy beach.

I remember stealing an evening in the sun, while I was still at Southeastern Louisiana University (SLU). I lavishly spent it by a pond in the woods off of a service road. What a way to do homework! Thoreau reminded me of my lavishly spent evening when he wrote, “. . .

nor do I regret that I did not waste more of them (speaking of sunny hours and summer days) in the workshop or the teacher’s desk.” I have never regretted my stolen evening from SLU, even though I became a teacher, and I have spent many hours in the teacher’s desk, as well as many hours in the student’s desk to become a teacher.

I would watch the reflections on the pond and reflect about my life. My thoughts ran wild and free. I made use of that pond in my own way. Just looking at the peaceful water calmed and relaxed me and took away textbook and college stress. It was my way of getting back to nature after being cooped up inside a classroom all day. I was like a bird out of a cage, and I enjoyed my freedom.

The pond, the woods, and the river were my links to nature. Sometimes a writer needs his solitude and to get back to nature, and my own Walden allowed me to do this. As nature and peaceful solitude helped Henry David Thoreau, it also helped this writer write. Today, I still love to sit and look out upon water as I reflect and write. A pool fails to provide the same type of wild beauty and freedom as nature and somehow it fails to inspire me the same. After being cooped up, like a bird in a cage at work all day, I always found myself longing to get back to nature.

This is why you’ll find me writing about nature in most of my books. Vivid descriptions of lush foliage and trees still inspire my writing. It sets a peaceful scene for a writer’s pen, but it can also present a scary one. Another thing about nature, I always felt closer to God and more inspired surrounded by wild nature the way He created it rather than manmade.

Coming Soon!

Whispering CypressWhispering Cypress is a book I wrote set in a campground setting. I am revising it and will be creating a series of three. The first one will be available soon. Let nature inspire you as you enjoy the wild, God-given freedom of it through this series of books. The description is so vivid you’ll see the moss swaying in the gentle breeze, hear the music of birds,

smell nature’s perfumes, and enjoy a Christian romance in a beautiful, peaceful setting. This series is romantic suspense. Watch for it. Until then, feel free to browse my available books at Amazon. If you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, they’re all free for you. Enjoy while you also enjoy God’s peaceful, natural beauty in a world being made over by man. Go back to simpler times and smell the beauty and relax in the peace. Hope I’ll see you there. If you enjoy Civil War romance, Romance Under the Oaks provides vivid description such as I’ve talked about and is now available. Whispering Cypress is in the process of being revised to make it even better.

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B. J. Robinson

B. J. Robinson loves reading and penning Civil War era historical romance as well as various other genres to provide choice for her readers. You’ll find romantic suspense, sweet contemporary romance, mystery, short stories, novellas, and full-length novels from which to choose when you check out her Amazon page. She’s an Amazon best-selling author of over twenty books. Blessed with children, grandchildren, and pets, she pens her Christian, inspirational fiction from Florida where she lives with her husband. Visit her at: https://www.facebook.com/BJRobinsonHistoricalRomance

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Dried up Fountains by Christopher Shennan

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I grew up on a gold mine in South Africa, with the yellow “mine dumps” outlined against the sky. The “dumps” were made up of the sand left after the processing of ore to extract the gold. Since cyanide was used in the gold extraction, the rain run-off into the lake below our “dump” (we called them dams) made the water decidedly undrinkable.

So, while we used the lake for canoeing and general relaxation (there was a trailer park along its shores), drinking its water was definitely not an option. No fish in those waters either.

We had two choices: either to drink the purified water provided by the town, or foolishly try to survive on the polluted lake water.

Spiritually speaking, we also have two choices:  We can either try to find satisfaction with man-made solutions to life’s mysteries, or go to the very source of life itself – God.

People in Jeremiah’s day had the same to choices, and the made the wrong choice; they turned away from the only One Who could fulfil their every longing and took refuge in their own efforts.

“For My people have committed two evils:
They have forsaken Me,
The fountain of living waters,
To hew for themselves cisterns,
Broken cisterns
That can hold no water. (Jeremiah 2:13 – NASB)

You and I may not have dug any leaky cisterns today, but many of us have left God out of our lives. We think we can make it on our own. We imagine if we made more money, got a better job, became more successful, or pursued a life of fam – we would be able to fill that deep emptiness within us.

So what if we gained all those things? We would still be like a broken fountain that is unable to satisfy our thirst.

Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”  (John 4:13-14 – NASB)

Fountain of Living Waters

(© 9th September 2015 – by Christopher Shennan)

Many try to fill their longings; 

Their hunger for peace and true joy, 

With the things that earth has fashioned, 

And the arts the most men employ. 

But the truth, quite plain and simple, 

Is that nothing can fill the void 

That sin has created in us, 

But what Christ on the Cross employed. 

He alone can fill your longings, 

And bring the peace that will not end; 

He alone has endless measures, 

That your poor, broken heart, will mend. 

Christ is the Fountain of Waters; 

Living, and abundant, and free. 

Christ fulfilled all of my longings – 

He did it by dying for me.

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