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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Happy Halloween

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No, I don't believe in ghosts, but I love candles and thought this was cute.

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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Story Release!

From the Winds is available now!! Visit By Grace Publishing.

When Stacy meets Veteran’s Day re-enactor William, she knows immediately there’s something different about this man. Will her heart win out over logic?

William heard music. Bolder music than he’d ever heard
before, with more instruments playing at once. Turning
into the bright sunlight, he saw its source. A large
group of musicians played just outside the cemetery,
only a short distance from where he stood every
eleventh of November. Last year, there had been no
music, no red, white and blue flags, no cameras for
television news people. This year, he saw total
devastation of one block of homes, separate from the
rest of the town. What had happened here?

He shivered, taking a deep breath, but smelled nothing
save for a tinge of automobile smoke. It was truly
November, and though the marked areas for the dead
always chilled him, today the sheer number of grave
markers overwhelmed him. So many more than last time,
so many more fancy stones appeared every year that
William could only shake his head at the waste. Oh, he
knew that war piled dead atop dead, rapidly. But there
had been no war, as he defined the term, on this soil
for the last century.

Every year, for ten years now, William had found
himself standing in this cemetery on this holiday,
left to walk the town for several days. Each year the
townsfolk smiled at him, waved, asked for him to pose
with them for photographs, and called him a
‘re-enactor.’ Each year he learned more about the
time, and its people, but a ‘re-enactor’ he was not.

He wore Union blue because he’d served with Northern
troops. To William, it was only yesterday that he’d
helped a wounded lad find his way home, relieved as
everyone that the war was over. Knowing he’d end up
here for this mysterious annual ritual, he’d donned
the threadbare uniform this morning so he’d blend in
with the war “re-enactors” of the future.

To the men and women he saw now standing in the
cemetery, dressed in solemn clothing, that surrender
would have occurred over one hundred thirty years ago.
No, he was not a play actor, but he let them think
that. It was better than being thought insane.
Looking down, William did a quick inspection of his
dull blue trousers and faded coat, noting the familiar
burnt cuff from an argument he’d had with a lantern on
the floor of a friend’s barn.

William began to walk, tracing the line of spiked
metal fence which enclosed the stone church and its
land. Rusted in places, the fence changed only
slightly each year. Its gate still swung open with a
squeak and groan, and he pushed on it, setting it in
motion with the cold breeze.

“It needs oiling.”

William turned to find a lovely young lady watching
him. She was dressed like the other mourners he’d
observed, in dark clothing, but wore a skirt so short
that William could see most of her long, slim legs and
trim ankles.

He swallowed.

“Are you here for the Veteran’s Day parade?” She
smiled, showing straight white teeth. With one hand,
she reached down and tugged at the hem of her skirt.
William said nothing, just nodded as he always did
when confronted by these people from the future. After
the first few visits, he’d learned to be
non-committal, agreeable with their assumptions,
because that was how he’d survived these altered time

“My name’s Stacy Martin,” the woman said, moving
toward him and extending a slender hand with nicely
groomed nails.

Surprised, William took it, closing it gently between
his own, larger hands. “William Madiston, ma’am.” The
small ring she wore pressed into his palms, and her
skin felt warm next to his. William’s heart beat
faster, and he felt a tug in his chest.

This had never happened here before.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Romance Wins

Thanks to for this news bit, and Congrats Nora!

Nora Roberts Beats Out Al Gore for Literary Prize

If you didn’t heart Nora Roberts before for her writing, you have to love her for the speech she gave last night at the 3d Annual Quill Awards. Publisher’s Weekly and NBC teamed up to create the Quill Awards a few years ago with the intention of bringing “glamour and red carpet extravagance to the world of publishing.”

Roberts’ book, Angels Fall, was the voted as the best romance of the year, but last night it also took the book of the year. The freaking book of the year, folks. She beat out 18 other winners including Nobel Peace Prize winner, former Vice President Al Gore.

In her acceptance speech, Roberts said “Romance rocks.” So do you, Ms. Roberts.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

This week, the

Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing


(Zondervan October 30, 2007)

Brandilyn Collins
Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby—or whatever his name was. Her mind split in two, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other screaming it was all too real.

“Please. You must have the wrong person. There’s no reason for someone to want me dead. I don’t have any enemies.”

“Then you’d best rethink your friends.”

Realtor Carla Radling shows an “English gentleman” a lakeside estate—and finds herself facing a gun. Who has hired this assassin to kill her, and why?

Forced on the run, Carla must uncover the scathing secrets of her past. Secrets that could destroy some very powerful people...

Brandilyn Collins fans and reviewers are saying Crimson Eve is her best book yet:

“Collins tops herself by creating a suspenseful nonstop thrill ride … Truly the best Christian Fiction suspense title so far this year.”
– Library Journal, starred review

“Crimson Eve is Collins at her very best. It left me feeling as if I’d climbed Mount Everest without oxygen … I didn’t think Brandilyn could outdo herself after reading Coral Moon. She did.”

“I’ve never edited a more tightly crafted, deftly woven, compellingly written book.” –a Crimson Eve editor, with 20 years experience

“This is your best book! I could not stop reading!” – one of many readers with similar responses

Read about Violet Dawn and Coral Moon, books one and two in the Kanner Lake series.

Monday, October 15, 2007


Special treat!!! Amy Grant's new book "Mosaic" is a special collection of poetry and heart-tugging essays. If you're a fan of the singer's, you will want to read this book chock full of her inner thoughts and feelings. If you aren't a fan, you might be after you read this.

“This is trust: doing what you believe you are called to do and trusting that God will provide--" Amy
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Grammy Award–winning artist Amy Grant has lived in the spotlight since bursting onto the Christian music scene as a teenager thirty years ago. In that time her work, marriage, and spiritual life have been subject to varying degrees of adulation and criticism.

Now, in her first autobiographical book, Grant bares her heart and soul, giving readers an intimate glimpse into her everyday life and the lessons she’s learning along the way. From lighthearted reminiscences of her Tennessee childhood to painfully honest reflections on the journey of faith, her vivid writing draws readers into her world while simultaneously creating space for them to rethink their own perspectives on life.

With honesty and depth, Grant offers poignant and often startling insights on motherhood, marriage, friendship, faith, loss, forgiveness, and redemption. Never-before-shared stories about her husband, country music star Vince Gill, provide a look into her life as a celebrity, while intimate portraits of her mother and musings on the past reveal the various pieces of a life blessed with jagged edges as well as vivid colors. Readers will find their preconceived notions of this music icon stripped away as they settle in for a warmly satisfying conversation with a gracious and wise friend.

Amy Grant is the best-selling Christian music artist of all time and the first to garner the number one spot on Billboard’s chart. Since beginning her career at age 17, she has earned six Grammy Awards and twenty-five Dove Awards, and last year she received her own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Grant’s numerous television appearances include Oprah; Good Morning, America; and Late Night with David Letterman. In 2007 she’ll tour nationwide, performing with local symphonies in Atlanta, Minneapolis, Kansas City, and elsewhere.

To purchase a copy of Mosaic, click here
To enter my drawing to win one of several copies, leave me a comment with your email address by October 25th.I will contact winners by email to get their mailing address! Have fun!

Oh, almost forgot--I can only ship books to the continental US--due to the prepaid envelopes provided. Thanks!

Time Travel Romance

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket "From The Winds" is the title of a short story being released later this month. I just love the cover my publisher designed and it really captures the slightly spooky flavor of the story. I will post the link for ordering when it's available.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

I heard it online. . . .

An online friend recently commented about how much "drama" some folks choose to share on the Internet, which reminded me of this piece written for another project.

“Did you see what Suzie asked us to pray for? I had no idea Dave was seeing someone else.”

“Yeah, imagine how bad she must feel. Poor Suzie, you know just the other day I heard she was going for a make-over at the mall. Do you think she knew about it all along?”

Sound like high-school to you? We all remember passing notes, writing in “slam” books and talking by phone long into the night with friends. The conversation above could have come from teenagers, from an adult conversation, or from another, newer source of gossip: the online prayer request list. Whether or not prayers were offered up for Suzie, or for our own classmates back then, the mature thing to do would be to ignore gossip.

I belong to a wide variety of online groups, writing organizations, women’s health groups and active Christian fellowships. What they have in common is that they all host prayer request lists; everything is prayed over, from the most simple need to find lost car keys to the most pressing health concerns.

On occasion someone will post a request for their failing marriage, sometimes revealing far too much personal information. Why do we find ourselves intrigued by these human dramas? Because their stories are compelling. Because of our human nature, urging us to listen to “dirt” on others. How can we avoid being entertained by the misery of others? Perhaps we have to turn to our spiritual nature. Get right to the prayers than make a concerted effort to forget, and not repeat, the details. As I once heard on the show “Dharma and Greg,” you simply pray about it, then “put it in a bubble and blow it away.”

The moment you share the information, even with a friend who may have advice, it becomes gossip. Think back to the last time you asked for prayer. Mine had to do with a particular doctor’s visit, and was not something I’d want shared all over the Internet. To be honest, I really didn’t want to share it with the members of the group, but I coveted their prayers for the outcome. I must work under the assumption others feel the same way, so I offer up a prayer for their situation and let the names and specifics go. I also keep in mind all the blessings I have, and the fact that my life could change at any moment. Every woman on that prayer list is important, and I want to treat her how I’d want to be treated. I guess it falls back to the Golden Rule, summed up so nicely in James 2:8: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Novel Wednesday

This week, the

Christian Fiction Blog Alliance

is introducing


(Multnomah Fiction September 11, 2007)


Creston Mapes Not everything that happens in Vegas has to stay in Vegas!

They said, “He’s a nobody.”
They were dead wrong.

When reporter Hudson Ambrose hears an early morning call on his police scanner about an injured person at a bus stop on Las Vegas Boulevard, he rushes to the scene to get the scoop.
His world is blown off its axis when he discovers a murdered homeless man with a bankbook in his pocket showing a balance of almost one million dollars. Should he wait for the police, knowing the case will get lost in reams of red tape, or swipe the bankbook and take the investigation–and perhaps a chunk of the money–into his own hands?

With sirens bearing down on the scene, Hudson makes an impulse decision that whisks him on a frantic search for answers, not only about the mysterious dead man, but about the lost soul lurking within himself.

Uncovering bizarre links between a plane crash, a Las Vegas pit boss, a dirty cop, and a widowed Atlanta business mogul, Hudson is forced to find out: who was Chester Holte, what was he doing on the streets, and why are his homeless friends convinced he was an angel in disguise?

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Writers and Depression

Ever felt depressed? Seems a lot of writers do, both Christian and non. Read more here--my new column for Spirit Led Writer is up.

Writers seem to live in states of anticipation and dejection, interspersed with small moments of happiness. It's the whole submit, rejection or acceptance cycle the publishing world casts on us—and we accept—as we don the title "writer." A related factor is that writing is a solitary pursuit.

It's normal to be down for a day or two after a rejection or a hard-drive crash, but what about the writers who don't seem to bounce back? Who lose their creative edge? Who just want to sleep?

There are many aspects of mental health, but I want to focus on depression because it is so common and seems to affect so many of us.

more here

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Great Read! The Trophy Wives Club

This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing


Avon Inspire (September 4, 2007)
(one of my favorite authors!)Kristin Billerbeck
Haley Cutler is the consummate trophy wife. Perhaps "was" is the more accurate term. Haley married Prince Charming when she was only twenty years old – back in the day when highlights came from an afternoon at the beach, not three hours in the salon.

When Jay first turned his eye to Haley, she was putty in his slender, graceful hands. No one ever treated her like she was important, and on the arm of Jay Cutler, she became someone people listened to and admired. Unfortunately, after seven years of marriage, her Prince Charming seems to belong to the Henry the XIII line of royalty. When Haley loses Jay, she not only loses her husband, she loses her identity.

With her first independent decision, Haley leaves LA and moves home to Northern California. Feeling freedom just within her grasp, Haley learns that her settlement payments must go through one of Jay's financial advisors, Hamilton Lowe. Haley believes he's nothing more than a spy. And the feelings of distrust are mutual. Yet somehow, Hamilton finds himself handing over the monthly checks in person, and Haley can't deny that there's a kind of tenderness and protectiveness in Hamilton that she's never experienced in a man before.

But before Haley can even consider another relationship, she must learn to accept her inherent worth, and what it is to be loved for who she is, not what's on the outside.

Monday, October 01, 2007

And the winner is. . . .

The winning name has been drawn! Congrats "MizB" !!!

Please email your name and mailing address to: (remove the X's!)

Thanks to all who entered. Check back mid-October when I will be giving away 3 copies of Amy Grant's new book, "Mosaic."