<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:19:15.421-06:00</updated><category term='cozy mystery'/><category term='raising boys'/><category term='the Bible'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='finances'/><category term='contemporary fiction'/><category term='pride'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='intrigue'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='ants'/><category term='sci fi'/><category term='raves'/><category term='teen fiction'/><category term='women&apos;s fiction'/><category term='fruit flies'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='Amish Fiction'/><category term='western'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='devotional'/><category term='action'/><category term='daily challenge'/><category term='free book'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='Virginia Smith'/><category term='pets'/><category term='boys...can&apos;t live with them...'/><category term='humor'/><category term='romance'/><category term='CWRN Posts'/><category term='interior design'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='rants'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='goals'/><category term='WWII'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='current fiction'/><category term='dog training'/><category term='passion'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Just stuff'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='suspense'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Frugal February'/><category term='everyday life'/><category term='Pre-teen'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='musings'/><title type='text'>New Every Morning</title><subtitle type='html'>God's mercies are new every morning, not necessarily the contents of this blog!  I'm constantly amazed at the insights God provides in his word -- I'll share some of them here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5056797209912717351</id><published>2012-01-27T19:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:14:30.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Chasing Mona Lisa and a Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia Goyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike Yorkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8I6UapqttpI/TyNWHjGRzJI/AAAAAAAAA10/iSgUGT2FFFg/s1600/chasing%2Bmona%2Blisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8I6UapqttpI/TyNWHjGRzJI/AAAAAAAAA10/iSgUGT2FFFg/s320/chasing%2Bmona%2Blisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702496240861826194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is an action-packed thrill ride across France! I loved every minute of it. I can always count on Tricia Goyer's historical novels to be fascinating, historically correct, and inspiring. Add in the fast-paced adventure of Mike Yorkey and you've got another winner. This book is a follow on to the Swiss Courier, but you definitely don't have to read that book to know what is happening in this one (but read that one -- it's a fabulous book, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Swiss Courier, I'd love to see this book made into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read what others are saying about the book -- here's the schedule of posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13449999"&gt;http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13449999&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is August 1944 and Paris is on the cusp of liberation. As the soldiers of the Third Reich flee the Allied advance, they ravage the country, stealing countless pieces of art. Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring will stop at nothing to claim the most valuable one of all, the Mona Lisa, as a post-war bargaining chip to get him to South America. Can Swiss OSS agents Gabi Mueller and Eric Hofstadler rescue DaVinci's masterpiece before it falls into German hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nonstop action, Chasing Mona Lisa is sure to get readers' adrenaline pumping as they join the chase to save the most famous painting in the world. From war-ravaged Paris to a posh country chateau, the race is on--and the runners are playing for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an excerpt, watch a video and find out more here. &lt;a href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/historicalfiction.html#ChasingMonaLisa"&gt;http://www.triciagoyer.com/historicalfiction.html#ChasingMonaLisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EocK6cldz-I/TyNWH3fxMcI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bJ0vfeuMncc/s1600/tricia%2Bgoyer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EocK6cldz-I/TyNWH3fxMcI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bJ0vfeuMncc/s320/tricia%2Bgoyer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702496246337450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tricia Goyer is the coauthor of The Swiss Courier as well as the author of many other books, including Night Song and Dawn of a Thousand Nights, both past winners of the ACFW's Book of the Year Award for Long Historical Romance. Goyer lives with her family in Arkansas. For more about Tricia and her other books visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.triciagoyer.com"&gt;www.triciagoyer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y801yEI20WM/TyNWHz4AQqI/AAAAAAAAA18/MT591AKKjY0/s1600/Mike%2BYorkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y801yEI20WM/TyNWHz4AQqI/AAAAAAAAA18/MT591AKKjY0/s320/Mike%2BYorkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702496245365359266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike Yorkey is the author or coauthor of dozens of books, including The Swiss Courier and the bestselling Every Man's Battle series. Married to a Swiss native, Yorkey lived in Switzerland for 18 months. He and his family currently reside in California. For more about Mike  and his other books visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mikeyorkey.com"&gt;www.mikeyorkey.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Win an iTouch SPY Pack in the Chasing Mona Lisa Giveaway from @triciagoyer @mikeyorkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ow.ly/8sRzd" target="_blank"&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the continuing tale of Gabi Mueller and Eric Hofstadler (first introduced in &lt;i&gt;The Swiss Courier&lt;/i&gt;). This time the due are on a relentless quest to save the most famous painting in the world  - the&lt;i&gt; Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;You can help Gabi and Eric with your very own spy pack when you enter The &lt;i&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt; Giveaway!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/0e/FileItem-188291-CML_300x250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/0e/FileItem-188291-CML_300x250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One passionate protector will receive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;iTouch &lt;i&gt;(The must-have device for any spy. Camera, Maps &amp;amp; Music.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks Gift Card &lt;i&gt;(For all those late nights.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moleskin Notebook &lt;i&gt;(For those important notes.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invisible Ink Pen &lt;i&gt;(Don’t want anyone reading those important notes.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt; by Tricia Goyer &amp;amp; Mike Yorkey &lt;i&gt;(Great handbook and intriguing tale for any spy-in-training!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enter today by clicking one of the icons below. &lt;/b&gt;But hurry, the giveaway ends at noon on January 31st. The winner will be announced at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/217278548356161/" target="_blank"&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa Facebook Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on 1/31. Tricia and Mike will be hosting an author chat (on Facebook &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Live from Tricia's website) and giving away their books and a Book Club prize pack! (Ten copies of the book for your small group or book club AND a LIVE Author Chat for your group with Tricia and Mike.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So grab your copy of &lt;i&gt;Chasing Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt; and join Tricia and Mike on the evening of the 31st for an author chat, spy training (&lt;i&gt;do you know how to pick a lock?&lt;/i&gt;) and lots of giveaways. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/172094" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via E-mail" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uZ-Jn9hhgco/TXqYObD7J_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nG5ci6jgwFg/s1600/email_icon.png" title="Enter via E-mail" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/sweepstakeshq/contests/186404" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Facebook" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZBHv5uije28/TXqYfJCLMkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AVPqG6Tv5W4/s1600/Facebook_icon-300x300.png" title="Enter via Facebook" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/twitter/233/contests/186404/entries/new" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Twitter" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m-99VSwns4U/TXqYmf0klHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VwREnY_u7TA/s1600/Twitter_button.png" title="Enter via Twitter" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't miss a moment of the fun. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=262262623826228" target="_blank"&gt;RSVP&lt;/a&gt; today and tell your friends via &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/sweepstakeshq/contests/186404/invites/new" target="_blank"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/twitter/233/contests/186404" target="_blank"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt; and increase your chances of winning. Hope to see you on the 31st!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Litfuse Publicity Group for providing a book for this review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5056797209912717351?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5056797209912717351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5056797209912717351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5056797209912717351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5056797209912717351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2012/01/chasing-mona-lisa-and-contest.html' title='Chasing Mona Lisa and a Contest!'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8I6UapqttpI/TyNWHjGRzJI/AAAAAAAAA10/iSgUGT2FFFg/s72-c/chasing%2Bmona%2Blisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-2532410124310353048</id><published>2012-01-18T07:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:08:00.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>The Shadow of Your Smile -- And a Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dVUzdLEG0s/TxYhOzceemI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jNNh2C73AXw/s1600/shadow%2Bof%2Byour%2Bsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dVUzdLEG0s/TxYhOzceemI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jNNh2C73AXw/s320/shadow%2Bof%2Byour%2Bsmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698778916695472738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtladQHpk6s/TxYhOwQBG8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/SHIvyzEhDKQ/s1600/Susan%2BMay%2BWarren.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Shadow of Your Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Susan May Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;Susan May Warren has done it again! She has written yet another book that tears at your heart while providing hope in God's ultimate grace. The Shadow of Your Smile is the latest in her Deep Haven series, but it stands alone -- you don't have to read the rest of the series to understand the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine waking up from an accident and believing you are a college student once again -- even though you graduated 25 years ago! That is exactly what happens to Noelle in the midst of a crisis in her marriage and her life. Not only does she not recognize the man who calls himself her husband or the family he says she has raised, she doesn't want to acknowledge the person she has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and learning to find the true person God created. I love the questions it leaves the reader asking long after the final page is read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful blanket of snow may cover the quaint town of Deep Haven  each winter, but it can’t quite hide the wreckage of Noelle and Eli  Hueston’s marriage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After twenty-five years, they’re contemplating divorce . . . just as  soon as their youngest son graduates from high school. But then an  accident erases part of Noelle's memory. Though her other injuries are  minor, she doesn’t remember Eli, their children, or the tragedy that has  ripped their family apart. What’s more, Noelle is shocked that her life  has turned out nothing like she dreamed it would. As she tries to  regain her memory and slowly steps into her role as a wife and mother,  Eli helps her readjust to daily life with sometimes-hilarious,  sometimes-heartwarming results. But can she fall in love again with a  man she can’t remember?&lt;/p&gt; Will their secrets destroy them . . . or has erasing the past given them a chance for a future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtladQHpk6s/TxYhOwQBG8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/SHIvyzEhDKQ/s1600/Susan%2BMay%2BWarren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtladQHpk6s/TxYhOwQBG8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/SHIvyzEhDKQ/s320/Susan%2BMay%2BWarren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698778915837909954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan May Warren is the RITA award-winning author of thirty novels  with Tyndale, Barbour, Steeple Hill and Summerside Press. A four-time  Christy award finalist, a two-time RITA Finalist, she’s also a  multi-winner of the Inspirational Readers Choice award, and the ACFW  Carol Award.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A seasoned women’s events speaker, she’s a popular writing teacher at  conferences around the nation and the author of the beginning writer’s  workbook: From the Inside-Out: discover, create and publish the novel in  you!.  She is also the founder of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.MyBookTherapy.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.MyBookTherapy.com&lt;/a&gt;, a story-crafting service that helps authors discover their voice. You can find her online at: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.susanmaywarren.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.susanmaywarren.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes love requires a little forgetting ... Come back to Deep Haven and find out what's been happening in your favorite quaint hamlet. If you're new to the Deep Haven series - this is the perfect book to start with - each book in the series is a stand alone story.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE GIVEAWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan is celebrating the release of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1414334834/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=sprightly-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1414334834" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shadow of Your Smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by giving away a prize pack worth over $200 from 1/9-1/28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/5d/FileItem-182969-tsoys_300x250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/5d/FileItem-182969-tsoys_300x250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One grand prize winner will receive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A $200 Visa Gift Card&lt;/b&gt; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkdkGyIplio/TwZF4JeUFBI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ns0IViNFJvs/s1600/Inspired%2BDesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkdkGyIplio/TwZF4JeUFBI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ns0IViNFJvs/s320/Inspired%2BDesign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694315609774625810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazingly beautiful book! The photographer, Mark Lohman, has done a fabulous job of taking photos that make me want to reach out and touch the beautiful tablescapes and room details the Packhams have designed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is full of simple and elegant design ideas, but is in no way stuffy. It is created to help the reader create a hope that is welcoming and inviting to both the family and the guests who visit. In the author's note at the beginning of the book, Roxanne Packham promises "to inspire you to create a home that touches the soul of those within, as well as all who walk through its doors; to share ideas that create beauty, warmth and passion, as I have with hundreds of clients; and to speak from my heart what my family heritage and love of design has taught me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page by page, the authors describe and demonstrate the basic design concepts of both masters of the craft and members of their own family, linking heritage indelibly with design.  In addition, they add in advice on how to make special occasions memorable for all in attendance -- both from the perspective of a beautiful setting and by proper event planning and hospitality in the 'little things' that makes a huge difference. In all aspects, the event is designed to make all attendees feel special. I especially liked the idea of the Blessing Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fabulous book with wonderful ideas that are simple to implement on every single page! A perfect wedding shower or house warming gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from a rich family history and her own collection of acclaimed designs, California-based interior designer Roxanne Packham has joined with her teenage daughter Hannah to create &lt;i&gt;Inspired Design&lt;/i&gt; (Inspired Design Publications, 2010), an idea-provoking book filled with stunning photographs, treasured family traditions and a plethora of truly inspirational tips for creating a warm and welcoming home, not just throughout the holiday season, but every day to follow. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; Whether seeking unique ways to entertain for the upcoming holidays, celebrate with friends, begin new family traditions or showcase the family history, talents and passions in the home’s interior design, the Packhams have shown the way. In doing so, they have utilized the beautifully structured pages of &lt;i&gt;Inspired Design&lt;/i&gt; to reveal the classic truth that any home is made more beautiful when it is filled with love, joy and the determination to make those who enter it feel welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; Decorating for the holidays can be a daunting task, whether it is in preparation for family or for a spouse’s office party. Roxanne offers simple ideas for making your home welcoming and comfortable for guests. Hannah is able to offer, from a teen’s perspective, ways of getting the entire family involved in holiday preparations while teaching your children the art of hospitality. With today’s busy, high-tech lifestyle, these are important lessons we often overlook.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; With a desire to celebrate the beauty of home and family, the mother-daughter duo has skillfully melded their own store of family memories and candid observations with photos of impeccably designed interiors to remind the reader of the home’s power and ability to change lives. Their purpose in writing &lt;i&gt;Inspired Design&lt;/i&gt; is straightforward: “To inspire you to create a home that touches the soul of those within, as well as all who walk through the doors.”&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Borne on the wings of their earnest prayers, &lt;i&gt;Inspired Design&lt;/i&gt; is far from being just another photo-rich book on interior design. Instead, it is a beautifully rich hospitality book focused as much on what visitors entering the home will feel as on what they might see. Once their collaboration on the book was finished, this mother-daughter duo knew they had found their calling. To continue the work they had begun, Roxanne and Hannah founded Inspired31.org, an organization devoted to inspiring teenage girls, mothers and others to find and follow God’s plan for their lives. Along with funding Inspired31.org, sales of the book go straight to Heart of Hope (a ministry that advocates for orphans and at-risk children in Romania) and other selected charities. The Packhams’ unified mission is to change lives one heart at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phxy6gJS7JI/TwZF4UFs1cI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TbWgQfKmnco/s1600/Packham%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phxy6gJS7JI/TwZF4UFs1cI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TbWgQfKmnco/s320/Packham%2Bphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694315612624180674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Roxanne  Hughes Packham is an acclaimed California-based interior designer,  whose classic designs grace homes from San Diego to San Francisco. Born  into a family of gifted artisans, including renowned silversmiths Allan  Adler (her grandfather) and Porter Blanchard (her great-grandfather),  Packham is a graduate of the University of Southern California, The  Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising and the Paris Fashion  Institute. Additionally, she studied French at the Sorbonne and French  culture and literature at the Cité Universitaire in Paris. Roxanne  operates her interior design business through a home studio during the  hours her children are in school. She makes her home in Southern  California with her husband Scott and children Justin and Hannah. &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   Continuing her family’s long tradition of design excellence, Hannah  Packham’s interests include classical ballet, skiing and modern dance.  She has participated in mission trips to Costa Rica and Romania and in  2010 was selected to participate in the Rotary Leadership Conference.  Miss Packham lives at home with her family in Southern California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-7162677653990314759?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7162677653990314759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=7162677653990314759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7162677653990314759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7162677653990314759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspired-design.html' title='Inspired Design'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkdkGyIplio/TwZF4JeUFBI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ns0IViNFJvs/s72-c/Inspired%2BDesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-6030151005677263957</id><published>2011-11-30T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:47:00.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>Lost Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310289866"&gt;Lost Melody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Zondervan (October 25, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loricopeland.com/"&gt;Lori Copeland&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.virginiasmith.org/"&gt;Virginia Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jill King has a terrible recurring nightmare, and she knows it will come true.The details are so specific and the outcome is deadly. She also knows that if she warns the people in her small town of the impending danger, she will finally be able to sleep in peace. However, if she does, she will look crazy and she will most likely ruin her fiancee's chances in the upcoming election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lori Copeland and Virginia Smith have teamed up to create a wonderfully suspenseful book that delves into the difficulties of following God's will even when it sounds crazy. They have done a fabulous job of creating realistic characters in very tough situations -- Lori, who has lost her dream of becoming a world class pianist and is recovering from deep depression and physical injury; Greg, who loves Lori and wants to support her but worries about her ability to think straight and the impact of her premonition on his career; and the outrageous Nana, who takes over in a big way when prayer leads the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This book is a real thought provoker that will leave the reader contemplating the difference between God 'nudges' and the ways of the world that seem right at the time. Given the task, which of us will act when chosen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm looking forward to more books from this duo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra9P2FaeMc4/TtMNTWvmTlI/AAAAAAAAEJE/idV47f8q4tI/s1600/Lori.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra9P2FaeMc4/TtMNTWvmTlI/AAAAAAAAEJE/idV47f8q4tI/s200/Lori.jpg" height="200" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lori lives in the beautiful Ozarks with her husband Lance.  Lance and Lori have three sons, three daughter-in-laws, and six wonderful grandchildren, and two great-granddaughters. Lance and Lori are very involved in their church, and active in supporting mission work in Mali, West Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori began her writing career in 1982, writing for the secular book market.  In 1995, after many years of writing, Lori sensed that God was calling her to use her gift of writing to honor Him.  It was at that time that Lori began writing for the Christian book market.  To date, she has had over 100 books published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AVKqZILXqQ/TtMNZXeiX0I/AAAAAAAAEJM/W5fPhPutrOs/s1600/ginny1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AVKqZILXqQ/TtMNZXeiX0I/AAAAAAAAEJM/W5fPhPutrOs/s200/ginny1.png" height="200" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Virginia Smith is the author of more than a dozen Christian novels and over fifty articles and short stories. Her books have been named finalists in the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence in Mystery/Suspense, the American Christian Fiction Writer's Book of the Year Award, and ACFW's Carol Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Certified Lay Speaker for the United Methodist Church, Ginny's messages are always well-received by a variety of audiences in conferences, retreats and churches across the country. When she isn't writing or speaking, Ginny and her husband, Ted, enjoy exploring the extremes of nature – snow skiing in the Wasatch Mountains near Salt Lake City, motorcycle riding on the curvy roads in central Kentucky, and scuba diving in the warm waters of Mexico and the Caribbean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etU_b047C_0/TtMNiZkP-MI/AAAAAAAAEJU/FAkO3hkJYXU/s1600/Lost_Melody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etU_b047C_0/TtMNiZkP-MI/AAAAAAAAEJU/FAkO3hkJYXU/s200/Lost_Melody.jpg" height="200" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beautiful piano sitting in the corner of Jill King's apartment begs to be played. For over a year, it has sat untouched, ever since a terrible accident shattered Jill's ambition of becoming a concert pianist. The ragged scar on her left hand is a cruel and constant reminder of the death of her dream. But another dream is about to come to life---an unexpected, horrifying dream that will present Jill with a responsibility she never wanted. And choices she never wanted to make. Hundreds of lives depend on Jill's willingness to warn her small, oceanside town in Nova Scotia of a nameless, looming disaster. But doing so could cost Jill her reputation, jeopardize the political career of the man she loves, and ruin their plans for a future together. The fate of an entire community hangs in the balance as Jill wrestles with the cost of heeding one still, small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read a chapter excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310289866"&gt;Lost Melody&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-melody.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6030151005677263957?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6030151005677263957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6030151005677263957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6030151005677263957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6030151005677263957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-melody.html' title='Lost Melody'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra9P2FaeMc4/TtMNTWvmTlI/AAAAAAAAEJE/idV47f8q4tI/s72-c/Lori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-18032298601400734</id><published>2011-11-21T15:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:30:29.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Tips for Setting a Beautiful Holiday Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Tips for Setting a Beautiful Holiday Table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Roxanne Hughes Packham, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co-Author of the Hospitality Book: &lt;em&gt;Inspired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Design&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In  today’s rough economic climate, keep in mind that although I hope to  inspire you to set a beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Thanksgiving or Christmas table the real  beauty comes from the thought and love you show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; your friends and family.  Beautiful tables comprise equal parts from the “Inspired” &amp;amp; the  “Design”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; categories. See examples: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=4496156&amp;amp;msgid=148249&amp;amp;act=LP8Z&amp;amp;c=982367&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.inspireddesignpublications.blogspot.com%2F" style="color:#0000FF!important;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1321912439_3"&gt;http://www.inspireddesignpublications.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Place cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;I  love to use the ceramic place cards that can be written on with a  wipe-off marker. You can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; quickly write people’s names, a favorite quote  or sentiment. Friends love that you thought about them before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; the dinner  and even something as simple as writing their names on the place cards  really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; makes them feel remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5dfVxTRxLs/Tsujo7vouII/AAAAAAAAA04/rTZdscX_taI/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5dfVxTRxLs/Tsujo7vouII/AAAAAAAAA04/rTZdscX_taI/s320/Thanksgiving%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677811678858229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Welcome Sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;It  is so welcoming, to have a sign somewhere near the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; door to greet  your family and friends. From a very personal “Welcome Smith Family” or a  seasonal “Merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; Christmas” to “We are so glad you are here” on a casual  chalkboard or an elegant mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; or glass framed, and write with a  wipe-off marker, that welcome sets the tone for the rest of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; event.  I  used an antique French cupboard door and painted it with chalkboard  paint on the raised panel part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Quote or Scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;The  most inspirational part of the Holiday table is the beautiful quotes  and scriptures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; It depends on the occasion, but a quote that is either  inspiring or focused on gratitude is the favorite. There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; is nothing like  feasting your eyes, and then your thoughts, on what we can be thankful  for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt; especially as an example for our children. Scattering them around  the home (powder room, end tables, above do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;or jam’s) is a great way to  elevate your family and friends thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Design&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;img 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alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Fresh Greenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;Sometimes  we mistakenly think a tabletop has to have flowers as a centerpiece to  be really elegant and festive. Greenery is a wonderful, fresh and  festive way to make a beautiful Christmas table. Simply cut a few small  twigs of trees/bushes like pine or ivy, or my favorite boxwood branches,  bay tree and magnolia leaves and put them in three smaller glass or  crystal vases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--haIbkO58XM/TsujT8TEG4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/R2RIvfeiGeo/s1600/Christmas%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--haIbkO58XM/TsujT8TEG4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/R2RIvfeiGeo/s320/Christmas%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677811318229572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;No  table is complete, in my opinion, with 5 to 7 little glass votives with  white candles in them. The light sparkles and makes everything else on  the table more beautiful and sets a soft, relaxing, often more romantic  tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Seasonal Piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;By  seasonal I suggest a “Santa” figurine or such, a gingerbread house, or a  standing cross to have in the center of the table. A clear jar of candy  canes, M&amp;amp;M’s or such would do just fine, as well. Think: Something  available only at this time of year. I usually have plenty of items in  the Holiday Decor that I switch out to put on the table for each dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Napkin Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;These  can be such a pretty way to pull a linen napkin through to set on a  place and make a really beautiful table setting. You can use french  ribbons, or plain silver rings and they help to really make a bigger  impact for an inspiring table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Sparkling Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;Whether  crystal or glass, tall freshly washed glass sparkle so much with the  votive candles that it is hard to wrong with this combo. A tall glass  and short glass of whatever kind you like is very dramatic and  beautiful, set together. Whether colored or clear the sparkle is crucial  for the holiday table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~White Plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;Although  I love to use seasonal chargers and salad plates a crisp white plate is  the most beautiful element to my favorite tables. They can be dressed  up or down, and makes each setting look fresh and not heavy and  overdone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;~Seasonal Linens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;Of  course, linen napkins add the most wonderful touch of elegance to any  table, and Christmas plaid or red and green are no exception. My  grandfather, who was a “Silversmith to the Stars”, loved a bare table  with only plates (or placemats) but wasn’t a fan of covering a beautiful  wood table. I have followed suit. Try leaving the wood table bare! The  natural elements together is beautiful and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:justify;margin-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;margin-top:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;“I  tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more  truly artistic than to love people.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-18032298601400734?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/18032298601400734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=18032298601400734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/18032298601400734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/18032298601400734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-tips-for-setting-beautiful-holiday.html' title='10 Tips for Setting a Beautiful Holiday Table'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5dfVxTRxLs/Tsujo7vouII/AAAAAAAAA04/rTZdscX_taI/s72-c/Thanksgiving%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1672824383588069867</id><published>2011-11-16T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:19:59.825-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Shadowed in Silk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0976544490"&gt;Shadowed In Silk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;WhiteFire Publishing (September 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinelindsay.com//"&gt;Christine Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;This is a fascinating book about a time in history that I've not often seen. The book is full of intrigue, history, and the strength of the human spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see more from Christine Lindsay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pY4ApmdI6s/TsCRI6ioIFI/AAAAAAAAEHY/j-sEeYS2T7U/s1600/chris%2525201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pY4ApmdI6s/TsCRI6ioIFI/AAAAAAAAEHY/j-sEeYS2T7U/s200/chris%2525201.jpg" width="160" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christine Lindsay writes historical Christian inspirational novels with strong love stories. She doesn’t shy away from difficult subjects such as the themes in her debut novel &lt;i&gt;SHADOWED IN SILK&lt;/i&gt; which is set in India during a turbulent era. Christine’s long-time fascination with the British Raj was seeded from stories of her ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in India. &lt;i&gt;SHADOWED IN SILK&lt;/i&gt; was the Gold winner of the 2009 ACFW Genesis for Historical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific coast of Canada, about 200 miles north of Seattle, is Christine’s home. It’s a special time in her life as she and her husband enjoy the empty nest, but also the noise and fun when the kids and grandkids come home. Like a lot of writers, her cat is her chief editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFdjh-2cKmg/TsCRSLdrRmI/AAAAAAAAEHg/wPvuh3us8dY/s1600/Shadowed_In_Silk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFdjh-2cKmg/TsCRSLdrRmI/AAAAAAAAEHg/wPvuh3us8dY/s1600/Shadowed_In_Silk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was invisible to those who should have loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Great War, Abby Fraser returns to India with her small son, where her husband is stationed with the British army. She has longed to go home to the land of glittering palaces and veiled women...but Nick has become a cruel stranger. It will take more than her American pluck to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Geoff Richards, broken over the loss of so many of his men in the trenches of France, returns to his cavalry post in Amritsar. But his faith does little to help him understand the ruthlessness of his British peers toward the Indian people he loves. Nor does it explain how he is to protect Abby Fraser and her child from the husband who mistreats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid political unrest, inhospitable deserts, and Russian spies, tensions rise in India as the people cry for the freedom espoused by Gandhi. Caught between their own ideals and duty, Geoff and Abby stumble into sinister secrets . . . secrets that will thrust them out of the shadows and straight into the fire of revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0976544490"&gt;Shadowed In Silk&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/11/shadowed-in-silk.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book video trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EV3YX94ntSI" width="400" frameborder="0" height="301"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1672824383588069867?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1672824383588069867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1672824383588069867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1672824383588069867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1672824383588069867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-week-christian-fiction-blog.html' title='Shadowed in Silk'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pY4ApmdI6s/TsCRI6ioIFI/AAAAAAAAEHY/j-sEeYS2T7U/s72-c/chris%2525201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8373967243704377476</id><published>2011-11-11T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:42:39.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>Proof of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062079980"&gt;Proof of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;William Morrow Paperbacks (November 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mchackett.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;Mary Curran Hackett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zo8_GYX3U/Trn_HfWLONI/AAAAAAAAEHA/S8av0Gm08kE/s1600/Mary+Curran+Hackett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zo8_GYX3U/Trn_HfWLONI/AAAAAAAAEHA/S8av0Gm08kE/s200/Mary+Curran+Hackett.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mary Curran Hackett is the mother of two children, Brigid Claire and Colm Francis, and is married to Greg Hackett. She received an MA in English Literature from the University of Nebraska and a BA from the University Honors Program at Catholic University in Washington, DC. Born and raised in Danbury, CT, she has traveled extensively and lived in various places throughout the U.S., but her favorite place in the world is home with her kids, husband, and her stacks of books. Like her character Colm Magee, Mary suffers various heart and brain ailments, but thanks in part to her brother, a physician, as well as her own doctors, she now has a pacemaker and a heart that beats on its own at least most of the time. This is her first novel.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke_-SjjHJWQ/Trn_QkLUGtI/AAAAAAAAEHI/WlXy0MSThvk/s1600/Proof_of_Heaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke_-SjjHJWQ/Trn_QkLUGtI/AAAAAAAAEHI/WlXy0MSThvk/s200/Proof_of_Heaven.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A mother’s faith, a child’s courage, a doctor’s dedication—a moving and thought-provoking tale of hope, love, and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might be young, but Colm already recognizes the truth: that he’s sick and not getting better. His mother, Cathleen, fiercely believes her faith will protect her ailing son, but Colm is not so sure. With a wisdom far beyond his years, Colm has come to terms with his probable fate, but he does have one special wish. He wants to meet his father who abandoned his beloved mother before Colm was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the quest to find the dying boy’s missing parent soon becomes a powerful journey of emotional discovery—a test of belief and an anxious search for proof of heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magnificent debut novel, Mary Curran Hackett’s Proof of Heaven is a beautiful and unforgettable exploration of the power of love and the monumental questions of life, death, and the afterlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062079980"&gt;Proof of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/11/proof-of-heaven.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-8373967243704377476?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8373967243704377476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=8373967243704377476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8373967243704377476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8373967243704377476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/11/proof-of-heaven.html' title='Proof of Heaven'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zo8_GYX3U/Trn_HfWLONI/AAAAAAAAEHA/S8av0Gm08kE/s72-c/Mary+Curran+Hackett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-7964663563439475304</id><published>2011-10-13T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:13:07.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Along Wooded Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=208310499235856"&gt;Along Wooded Paths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia Goyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWH6DEWsfuw/Tpb_JleBvdI/AAAAAAAAA0I/K-xtprFEFa0/s1600/Along%2BWooded%2BPaths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWH6DEWsfuw/Tpb_JleBvdI/AAAAAAAAA0I/K-xtprFEFa0/s320/Along%2BWooded%2BPaths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662994121606938066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is the second book in the Big Sky series, Tricia's first Amish series. As I mentioned in the review for the first book, she takes a fresh new approach to Amish fiction and I love it! You will definitely want to read book one, Beside Still Waters, before you read this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In Along Wooded Paths, Marianna becomes more involved with the Englisch community around her and is surprised by the variety of lives others live. She realizes the joys of serving others outside her community and grows in her faith as a result. But the real crux of this story is the depth of her angst over her future. As it becomes obvious that Marianna will have to choose between her childhood love and the Amish way of life or the Englisch man she is drawn to an her newly expanded faith, Tricia's writing pulls the reader right into Marianna's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There are so many wonderful twists, turns, and paths in this story that it keeps you fascinated all the way through, and I almost found myself praying for the characters as they found themselves in difficult dilemmas! The ending is incredibly intriguing and I am on the edge of my seat waiting for the third installment of this book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You can buy a copy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1433668696/ref=as_li_ss_til?tag=sprightly-20&amp;amp;camp=213381&amp;amp;creative=390973&amp;amp;linkCode=as4&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1433668696&amp;amp;adid=1GWJQSEY88PNG6ERWGQP"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Read what others are saying about the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13430807%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come to a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook Party and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=208310499235856"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live Author Chat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=208310499235856"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tricia is celebrating the release of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Along Wooded Paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fabulous Facebook party on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;October 18th. She'll be giving away prizes and a sneak peak at the next book in the Big Sky series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then during the second half of the party she'll be hosting a LIVE AUTHOR CHAT on her website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;announcing something BIG! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLICK the button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (below) to RSVP for the party -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=208310499235856"&gt;  &lt;img alt="Along Wooded Paths Party" src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/d5/FileItem-131082-paths_party_btn.jpg" height="150" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/videochats.html"&gt;go here to sign up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the Live Author Chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:silver;font-weight:bold;"&gt;About Tricia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3XsePP8DvA/Tpb_J-65BXI/AAAAAAAAA0U/R7SWEDCyN2M/s1600/TGoyer%2Bheadshot%2B2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3XsePP8DvA/Tpb_J-65BXI/AAAAAAAAA0U/R7SWEDCyN2M/s320/TGoyer%2Bheadshot%2B2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662994128438887794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tricia Goyer is the author of thirty books including&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Songbird Under a German Moon, The Swiss Courier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and the mommy memoir, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blue Like Play Dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She won Historical Novel of the Year in 2005 and 2006 from ACFW, and was honored with the Writer of the Year award from Mt. Hermon Writer's Conference in 2003. Tricia's book Life Interrupted was a finalist for the Gold Medallion in 2005. In addition to her novels, Tricia writes non-fiction books and magazine articles for publications like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MomSense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thriving Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Tricia is a regular speaker at conventions and conferences, and has been a workshop presenter at the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International Conventions. She and her family make their home in Little Rock ,  Arkansas where they are part of the ministry of FamilyLife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;For more about Tricia and her other books visit&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/"&gt;www.triciagoyer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:silver;font-weight:bold;"&gt;About the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All she wanted was a simple Amish life . . . But now Marianna Sommer finds herself depending on Englisch neighbors. Although proud of living apart from the world, she and her newly relocated Amish family have discovered that life in the remote mountains of  Montana requires working together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  As Marianna begins helping those different from herself—and receiving their help—her heart contemplates two directions. She’s torn between the Amish man from Indiana whom she has long planned on marrying and the friendly Englischer who models a closer walk with God than she’s ever seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Who should have young Marianna’s heart? What is God asking her to sacrifice? Her traditions? Her community? The answer is found along the wooded paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Find out about book 1, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beside Still Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, here: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters"&gt;http://www.triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/cmsdocuments/AlongWoodedPathsSC.pdf"&gt;Read an excerpt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/cmsdocuments/AlongWoodedPathsSC.pdf"&gt;View the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" height="182" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MDNftvD8tE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MDNftvD8tE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="182" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thank you to the Litfuse Publicity Group and B&amp;amp;H Books for providing a copy of Along Wooded Paths for this review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-7964663563439475304?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7964663563439475304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=7964663563439475304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7964663563439475304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7964663563439475304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/10/along-wooded-paths.html' title='Along Wooded Paths'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWH6DEWsfuw/Tpb_JleBvdI/AAAAAAAAA0I/K-xtprFEFa0/s72-c/Along%2BWooded%2BPaths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-3767219333424191944</id><published>2011-10-03T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:20:47.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Heiress -- And a GREAT Contest!</title><content type='html'>MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;This is another fabulous book by one of my top five favorite authors. Susan May Warren seems capable of writing intriguing books set in almost any time frame! In Heiress, she drops us into the midst of a world most can barely imagine -- that of the extremely wealthy at the turn of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having everything money can buy, it is quickly apparent that this is not a life of fun and games. Oh, there are games alright, but they are definitely the political type. And unfortunately a man's daughters are not beyond being pawns in the bigger picture of business consolidation as marriage is being considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Susan's portrayal of the differences between Jinx and Esme, two sisters wanting very different things -- both caught up in a world that doesn't care much about the desires of women. Both are strong, capable women willing to do whatever it takes to be successful, never realizing what the real cost of success can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is no typical 'formula' historical romance. There is a lot of substance, grit, and raw emotion as the characters agonize over difficult choices and the repercussions that follow. This is a fabulous new series and I can't wait to read the next book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;They can buy anything they want—fame, power, beauty, even loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they can’t buy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful and wealthy heiress daughters of August Price can buy everything their hearts desire. But what if their desire is to be loved, without an enormous price tag attached? When one sister betrays another for the sake of love, will she find happiness? And what happens when the other sets out across the still untamed frontier to find it—will she discover she’s left it behind in the glamorous world of the New   York gilded society? What price will each woman pay for being an heiress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the opulent world of the Gilded Age, two women discover that being an heiress just might cost them everything they love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background:silver;font-weight:bold;font-family:Corbel;font-size:10.0pt;"  &gt;Link to buy the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1609362187/ref=as_li_ss_til?tag=sprightly-20&amp;amp;camp=213381&amp;amp;creative=390973&amp;amp;linkCode=as4&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1609362187&amp;amp;adid=1JF1JHWKFXYX80AEG4NY"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/dp/1609362187/ref=as_li_ss_til?tag=sprightly-20&amp;amp;camp=213381&amp;amp;creative=390973&amp;amp;linkCode=as4&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1609362187&amp;amp;adid=1JF1JHWKFXYX80AEG4NY&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Susan May Warren is an award-winning, best-selling author of over twenty-five novels, many of which have won the Inspirational Readers Choice Award, the ACFW Book of the Year award, the Rita Award, and have been Christy finalists. After serving as a missionary for eight years in  Russia , Susan returned home to a small town on  Minnesota ’s beautiful Lake  Superior shore where she, her four children, and her husband are active in their local church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Susan's larger than life characters and layered plots have won her acclaim with readers and reviewers alike. A seasoned women’s events and retreats speaker, she’s a popular writing teacher at conferences around the nation and the author of the beginning writer’s workbook: From the Inside-Out: discover, create and publish the novel in you!. She is also the founder of&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.mybooktherapy.com/" title="http://www.mybooktherapy.com/"&gt;www.MyBookTherapy.com&lt;/a&gt;, a story-crafting service that helps authors discover their voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Susan makes her home in northern  Minnesota , where she is busy cheering on her two sons in football, and her daughter in local theater productions (and desperately missing her college-age son!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A full listing of her titles, reviews and awards can be found at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.susanmaywarren.com/" title="http://www.susanmaywarren.com/"&gt;www.susanmaywarren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, THE CONTEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win an opulent Gilded Age Prize Pack fit for an Heiress from Susan May Warren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://susanmaywarren.com/"&gt;Susan May Warren&lt;/a&gt; is thrilled to announce the release of her latest historical book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1609362187/ref=as_li_ss_til?tag=sprightly-20&amp;amp;camp=213381&amp;amp;creative=390973&amp;amp;linkCode=as4&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1609362187&amp;amp;adid=1JF1JHWKFXYX80AEG4NY"&gt;Heiress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13429072"&gt;Find out what the reviewers are saying here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heiress, a &lt;/i&gt;richly complex historical romance, is the first in Susan's three book Daughters of Fortune series. In honor of&lt;i&gt; Heiress’&lt;/i&gt; debut, Susan is hosting a FABULOUS Gilded Age Giveaway and giving away an opulent prize pack fit for an heiress!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/156641"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/60/FileItem-126266-heiress_300x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One grand prize winner will receive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A $100 gift certificate to ModCloth.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sleek silver iPod™ Shuffle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful strand of Pearls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titanic DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speakeasy Compilation Music CD from Starbucks™&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heiress by Susan May Warren&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click one of the icons below to enter. &lt;/b&gt;But do so soon - this giveaway ends 10/5/11. The winner will be announced Thursday, October 6 on &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susanmaywarren.com/scribbles-blog/"&gt;Susan’s blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/156641" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via E-mail" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uZ-Jn9hhgco/TXqYObD7J_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nG5ci6jgwFg/s1600/email_icon.png" title="Enter via E-mail" height="48" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/sweepstakeshq/contests/156641" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Facebook" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZBHv5uije28/TXqYfJCLMkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AVPqG6Tv5W4/s1600/Facebook_icon-300x300.png" title="Enter via Facebook" height="48" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/twitter/233/contests/156641" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Twitter" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m-99VSwns4U/TXqYmf0klHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VwREnY_u7TA/s1600/Twitter_button.png" title="Enter via Twitter" height="48" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you to the Litfuse Group and Summerside Press for providing a copy of this book for review. They in no way influenced the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-3767219333424191944?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3767219333424191944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=3767219333424191944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3767219333424191944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3767219333424191944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/10/heiress-and-great-contest.html' title='Heiress -- And a GREAT Contest!'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uZ-Jn9hhgco/TXqYObD7J_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nG5ci6jgwFg/s72-c/email_icon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5562170932688957086</id><published>2011-09-29T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:17:42.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Dangerous Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403413"&gt;Dangerous Mercy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (October 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathyherman.com/"&gt;Kathy Herman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s1600/Kathy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s200/Kathy.jpg" height="165" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suspense novelist Kathy Herman is very much at home in the Christian book industry, having worked five years on staff at the Christian Booksellers Association (CBA) in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and eleven years at Better Books Christian Center in Tyler, Texas, as product buyer/manager for the children’s department, and eventually as director of human resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has conducted numerous educational seminars on children’s books at CBA Conventions in the U.S. and Canada, served a preliminary judge for the Gold Medallion Book Awards of the Evangelical Christian Publishers Association , and worked as an independent product/marketing consultant to the CBA market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since her first novel, Tested by Fire, debuted in 2001 as a CBA national bestseller, she's added sixteen more titles to her credit, including four bestsellers: &lt;i&gt;All Things Hidden, The Real Enemy, The Last Word&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;The Right Call&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy's husband Paul is her manager and most ardent supporter, and the former manager of the LifeWay Christian Store in Tyler, Texas. They have three grown children, five almost-perfect grandchildren, a cat named Samantha. They enjoy cruising, deep sea fishing, and birdwatching—sometimes incorporating these hobbies into one big adventure.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKQNitdEwmI/ToKHXtrG36I/AAAAAAAAEEI/Yv8eREbPQhw/s1600/Dangerous_Mercy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKQNitdEwmI/ToKHXtrG36I/AAAAAAAAEEI/Yv8eREbPQhw/s200/Dangerous_Mercy.jpg" height="200" border="0" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. —Matthew 5:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eighty-five-year-old Adele Woodmore moves to Les Barbes to be near the Broussards—and her namesake, their daughter—she wants nothing more than a comfortable, quiet life. Employing men from Father Vince’s halfway house for the homeless to do odd jobs and landscaping, she delights in the casual conversation she has with them, the fledgling friendships, and the idea that she is helping them get back on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of murders in Les Barbes has cast a pall over the town and, in fact, one of Adele’s handymen becomes a person of interest to the police. But Adele cares for these young men, she knows them, and continues to show them kindness in spite of her friends’ concern. And then one day a murderer walks through Adele’s defenses, sits down at her kitchen table...and they begin to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403413"&gt;Dangerous Mercy&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dangerous-mercy.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5562170932688957086?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5562170932688957086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5562170932688957086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5562170932688957086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5562170932688957086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/09/dangerous-mercy.html' title='Dangerous Mercy'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s72-c/Kathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5550625772790884037</id><published>2011-09-21T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:42:12.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>Here's To Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434764915"&gt;Here’s to Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (September 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://melodycarlson.com/"&gt;Melody Carlson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;Melody Carlson is one of my top five favorite writers, so I'm always thrilled to read one of her new books. Here's to Friends was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the fourth in a series about four friends who met in grade school and who all happened to be named Linda. That tenuous link became the golden thread that kept them together through the ups and downs of life. Unfortunately I was not able to read the first three books of the series before I picked this one up, and that made it a bit more difficult. This book would be much more understandable if you knew the back story of each woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was able to catch the drift of each woman's history with little trouble and appreciated the real life struggles each dealt with in this book. Melody has drawn the best picture of true friendship and love I've seen in a long time. No sappy speeches or melodrama, just true willingness to stand by a friend through thick and thin and reminding each other that God is in control, despite the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful book. I hope all of you have wonderful friends like the four Lindas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FQccw7bpLE/TnajU3AgNzI/AAAAAAAAED0/YrmEY8M7rz0/s1600/melody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FQccw7bpLE/TnajU3AgNzI/AAAAAAAAED0/YrmEY8M7rz0/s200/melody.jpg" width="160" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the years, Melody Carlson has worn many hats, from pre-school teacher to youth counselor to political activist to senior editor. But most of all, she loves to write! Currently she freelances from her home. In the past eight years, she has published over ninety books for children, teens, and adults--with sales totaling more than two million and many titles appearing on the ECPA Bestsellers List. Several of her books have been finalists for, and winners of, various writing awards. And her "Diary of a Teenage Girl" series has received great reviews and a large box of fan mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has two grown sons and lives in Central Oregon with her husband and chocolate lab retriever. They enjoy skiing, hiking, gardening, camping and biking in the beautiful Cascade Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-5-hZ1hJGc/Tnajeq3kHOI/AAAAAAAAED4/8IatHZA5Q2Q/s1600/Here%2527s_To_Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-5-hZ1hJGc/Tnajeq3kHOI/AAAAAAAAED4/8IatHZA5Q2Q/s200/Here%2527s_To_Friends.jpg" width="130" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time in a little town on the Oregon coast lived four Lindas—all in the same first-grade classroom. So they decided to go by their middle names. And form a club. And be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades later, they're all back home in Clifden and reinventing their lives, but the holidays bring a whole new set of challenges. Abby’s new B&amp;amp;B is getting bad reviews and husband Paul is acting strange. Still grieving for her mom, Caroline is remodeling the family home, but boyfriend Mitch keeps pressuring her to go away with him. Artist Marley, distracted by a friend's family drama (and a touch of jealousy), can't find her creative groove. And Janie’s drug-addicted daughter has just appeared up on her doorstep! When a long-planned New Year's cruise turns into a bumpy ride, they learn once again that, in your fifties, friends aren’t just for fun—they're a necessity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434764915"&gt;Here’s to Friends&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/09/heres-to-friends.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5550625772790884037?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5550625772790884037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5550625772790884037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5550625772790884037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5550625772790884037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/09/heres-to-friends.html' title='Here&apos;s To Friends'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FQccw7bpLE/TnajU3AgNzI/AAAAAAAAED0/YrmEY8M7rz0/s72-c/melody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-6640553833486241630</id><published>2011-09-16T14:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:24:49.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>The Doctor's Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764208330"&gt;The Doctor's Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (September 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://jodyhedlund.com/"&gt;Jody Hedlund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;Loved that this book was based on the real diary of the first white woman to make the trip all the way across North America. It's a fascinating story and Jody does a great job of making the reader feel the pain and heartache of the rough travel. I really appreciated the note at the end stating what was historical reality -- some of the things that seemed just too coincidental, like Priscilla and Eli's traveling partner just happening to be her former almost fiancee, were truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to read a sequel, hint hint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzkY2Um6AVk/TnAMtfdI5DI/AAAAAAAAEDc/1wppbwhTeLA/s1600/jodyhedlundphoto.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzkY2Um6AVk/TnAMtfdI5DI/AAAAAAAAEDc/1wppbwhTeLA/s200/jodyhedlundphoto.gif" border="0" height="200" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jody has written novels for the last 18 years (with a hiatus when her children were young). After many years of writing and honing her skills, she finally garnered national attention with her double final in the Genesis Contest, a fiction-writing contest for unpublished writers through ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first published book, &lt;i&gt;The Preacher’s Bride&lt;/i&gt; (2010 Bethany House Publishers), hit the CBA Best Seller list on two different occasions and has won multiple awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her second book, &lt;i&gt;The Doctor’s Lady&lt;/i&gt;, released this September. She has completed a third book which will be released in 2012. She’s currently busy researching and writing another book!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuMVB9A4B2w/TnANG8apXZI/AAAAAAAAEDg/YRDkiktHztw/s1600/The_Doctor%2527s_Lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuMVB9A4B2w/TnANG8apXZI/AAAAAAAAEDg/YRDkiktHztw/s200/The_Doctor%2527s_Lady.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Priscilla White knows she'll never be a wife or mother and feels God's call to the mission field in India. Dr. Eli Ernest is back from Oregon Country only long enough to raise awareness of missions to the natives before heading out West once more. But then Priscilla and Eli both receive news from the mission board: No longer will they send unmarried men and women into the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left scrambling for options, the two realize the other might be the answer to their needs. Priscilla and Eli agree to a partnership, a marriage in name only that will allow them to follow God's leading into the mission field. But as they journey west, this decision will be tested by the hardships of the trip and by the unexpected turnings of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764208330"&gt;The Doctor's Lady&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/09/doctors-lady-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3n-UrDeevrE?rel=0" frameborder="0" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6640553833486241630?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6640553833486241630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6640553833486241630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6640553833486241630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6640553833486241630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/09/doctors-lady.html' title='The Doctor&apos;s Lady'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzkY2Um6AVk/TnAMtfdI5DI/AAAAAAAAEDc/1wppbwhTeLA/s72-c/jodyhedlundphoto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-6302630616985365417</id><published>2011-08-30T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:22:01.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Thunder in the Morning Calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310330149"&gt;Thunder in the Morning  Calm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Zondervan (August 2, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://donbrownbooks.com/"&gt;Don Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qHxRd2keos/Tlr8tp2JSuI/AAAAAAAAECc/HyGmzmA1cls/s1600/don_1_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qHxRd2keos/Tlr8tp2JSuI/AAAAAAAAECc/HyGmzmA1cls/s200/don_1_.jpg" height="200" border="0" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DON BROWN, a former U.S. Navy JAG Officer, is the author of Zondervan’s riveting NAVY JUSTICE SERIES, a dynamic storyline chronicling the life and adventures of JAG officer ZACK BREWER. After &lt;i&gt;TREASON&lt;/i&gt;, his first novel in the NAVY JUSTICE SERIES, was published to rave reviews in 2005, drawing comparisons to the writing style of John Grisham, Don Brown was named as co-chairman of national I LOVE TO WRITE DAY, an event recognized by the governors of nine states to promote writing throughout the nation, and especially among the nation’s schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying no homage to political correctness, Don's writing style is described as “gripping,” casting an entertaining and educational spin on a wide-range of current issues, from radical Islamic infiltration of the military, to the explosive issue of gays in the military, to the modern day issues of presidential politics in the early 21st Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don graduated from the University of North Carolina in 1982, and after finishing law school, continued his post-graduate studies through the Naval War College, earning the Navy’s nonresident certificate in International Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his five years on active duty in the Navy, Don served in the Pentagon, was published in the Naval Law Review, and was also a recipient of the Navy Achievement Medal, the Navy Commendation Medal, and the National Defense Service Medal.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xte3OK1Q7ak/Tlr878pPuCI/AAAAAAAAECg/8POrW2Kd9MQ/s1600/Thunder_In_The_Morning_Calm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xte3OK1Q7ak/Tlr878pPuCI/AAAAAAAAECg/8POrW2Kd9MQ/s200/Thunder_In_The_Morning_Calm.jpg" height="200" border="0" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lieutenant Commander 'Gunner' McCormick is assigned as an intelligence officer to Carrier Strike Force 10, being deployed to the Yellow Sea at the invitation of South Korea for joint exercises with the US Navy. During his pre-deployment briefing, he discovers a TOP-SECRET MEMO revealing rumors that the North Koreans may still be holding a handful of elderly Americans from the Korean War in secret prison camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happens, Gunner's grandfather, who was a young marine officer in the Korean War, disappeared at Chosin Reservoir over 60 years ago and is still listed as MIA in North Korea. Sworn to silence about what he has read, the top-secret memo eats at him. Gunner decides to spend all his inheritance and break every military regulation in the book to finance his own three-man commando squad on a suicide mission north of the DMZ to search for clues about the fate of his grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risking his career, his fortune, and his life, Gunner will get his answers, or he will die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Brown is building a loyal fan base by writing what he knows best: thrillers with heart. A former Navy JAG officer and action officer in the Pentagon, Brown pens action-packed plots and finely-drawn characters that are credible and compelling. Thunder in the Morning Calm is a novel of bravery, duty, and family love that will keep readers of all ages reading straight through to the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310330149"&gt;Thunder in the Morning  Calm &lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/08/thunder-in-morning-calm-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6302630616985365417?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6302630616985365417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6302630616985365417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6302630616985365417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6302630616985365417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/08/thunder-in-morning-calm.html' title='Thunder in the Morning Calm'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qHxRd2keos/Tlr8tp2JSuI/AAAAAAAAECc/HyGmzmA1cls/s72-c/don_1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-363441736165066660</id><published>2011-08-23T09:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:36:14.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>Too Blessed To Be Stressed and GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Too Blessed To Be Stressed -- Inspiration for Climbing Out of Life's Stress-Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Debora M. Coty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn2G6Gn4Ikg/TlPI1Kt4FiI/AAAAAAAAA0A/luXUN4gjs3w/s1600/TBTBSsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn2G6Gn4Ikg/TlPI1Kt4FiI/AAAAAAAAA0A/luXUN4gjs3w/s320/TBTBSsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644075573760759330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% silver; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;From the moment I opened the cover of this book I began smiling. Debora Coty is one of those writers that makes you feel like she is one of your best friends. She's open, honest, and vulnerable about life and the craziness that goes along with it, and she approaches it with a wonderfully developed sense of  humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The devotions are short, but every one of them has caused me to laugh out loud. The text is full of wonderfully fun quotations and thought provoking questions that help you tame the stress without hurting your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In addition to being a daily devotional reading, I've found myself picking this book up whenever I needed a smile or a breath of fresh air to take me away from the insanity of the day. This is one of those books I intend to leave out on my desk regularly. I highly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;recommend it for anyone who has a tendency to feel like life is just a bit out of control&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Debora, if you are ever in the neighborhood, I'll be happy to share my secret stash of chocolate with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out the cool contest, below, and be sure to tune into Debora's facebook party on August 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="background:silver;font-weight:bold;font-family:Times;" &gt;About the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do your to do lists have footnotes? Has your family suggested a rabies shot because your bite has surpassed Rover’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s time for a healthy dose of truth gift-wrapped in humor. With her own offbeat brand of wit and near-wisdom, inspirational humorist Debora Coty addresses the heart-needs of desperate women drowning in the churning everyday stress-pool of busyness.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In Too Blessed to Be Stressed, you’ll find simple, practical steps for attaining the peace that you crave as you struggle with the stresses of finances, health, career, relationships, self-image and family. You’ll discover healing, refreshment, and revitalization for your own spirit, body and mind through heart-changing real life stories, biblically based insights, and short chapters for on-the-run convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;background:silver;font-weight:bold;"&gt;About The Author:&lt;/background:silver;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKTf9bqPHA0/TlPIhkEypNI/AAAAAAAAAz4/N4sn57wpq4E/s1600/debcotysm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKTf9bqPHA0/TlPIhkEypNI/AAAAAAAAAz4/N4sn57wpq4E/s320/debcotysm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644075236970374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://deboracoty.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1314110799_6"&gt;Debora M. Coty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is a humorist, columnist, speaker, writing workshop instructor and award-winning author of over 100 internationally published articles and ten inspirational books. She has also contributed short stories and devotionals to numerous anthologies. Debora's passion is sharing her offbeat blend of humor and hope, wit and near-wisdom with women of all ages. As a piano teacher for twenty years, she acquired the skill of auditory long-suffering and has helped countless people as an occupational therapist specializing in orthopedics for over three decades. Mother of two grown children, Debora currently lives and loves in central Florida  with her husband and desperately wicked pooch, Fenway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;"&gt;&lt;span style="background:silver;font-weight:bold;font-family:Corbel;" &gt;Link to buy the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;"&gt;: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Too-Blessed-Stressed-Inspiration-Stress-Pool/dp/1616263466?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1314110799_7"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Too-Blessed-Stressed-Inspiration-Stress-Pool/dp/1616263466?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release of her latest laugh-out-loud book, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Too-Blessed-Stressed-Inspiration-Stress-Pool/dp/1616263466?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Too Blessed to Be Stressed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1616263466" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Debora Coty is hosting the Too Blessed to Be Stressed KINDLE Giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too Blessed to be Stressed is a fun-filled read overflowing with insights and practical tips. Perfectly delicious for living happily ever after! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rhonda Rhea, best-selling author of Whatsoever Things Are Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13418047"&gt;Read what the reviewers are saying here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/141953"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/52/FileItem-100993-STRESS_300x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debora has created a “Too Blessed” prize package worth over $150! One grand prize winner will receive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A brand new Latest Generation KINDLE with Wi-Fi and Pearl Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;i&gt;Too Blessed to Be Stressed&lt;/i&gt; by Debora Coty (for KINDLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To enter just click one of the icons below.&lt;/b&gt; Hurry! The giveaway ends August 25th. Winner will be announced on the evening of the 25th during &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=100796683354892"&gt;Debora's De-Stress Facebook Party&lt;/a&gt;! Debora will be hosting a "life-preserver" chat (it’s okay if you haven’t read the book – who knows, you might WIN a copy!), testing trivia skills, swapping funny stories, handing out some decom-stress tips, and giving away tons of great stuff! (Chocolate, books, and more!) Hope to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=100796683354892"&gt;see you there&lt;/a&gt;. Bring your friends and join the fun on August 25th at 5:00 PM PST (6 PM MDT, 7 PM CDT, &amp;amp; 8 PM EDT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/141953" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via E-mail" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uZ-Jn9hhgco/TXqYObD7J_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nG5ci6jgwFg/s1600/email_icon.png" title="Enter via E-mail" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/sweepstakeshq/contests/141953" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Facebook" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZBHv5uije28/TXqYfJCLMkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AVPqG6Tv5W4/s1600/Facebook_icon-300x300.png" title="Enter via Facebook" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfireapp.com/twitter/233/contests/141953" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enter via Twitter" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m-99VSwns4U/TXqYmf0klHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VwREnY_u7TA/s1600/Twitter_button.png" title="Enter via Twitter" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also - be sure to check out Debora's series of Stress-Buster videos at her website: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.deboracoty.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1314110796_1"&gt;www.DeboraCoty.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. She’s also hosting a  photo caption contest &lt;a href="http://deboracoty.blogspot.com/search/label/photo%20caption%20contest"&gt;&lt;b&gt;on her blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to win a copy of &lt;i&gt;Too Blessed to Be Stressed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you to Barbour Publishing and the Litfuse Group for providing a copy of Too Blessed to be Stressed for this review. They in no way had an influence on my thoughts about the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-363441736165066660?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/363441736165066660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=363441736165066660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/363441736165066660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/363441736165066660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-blessed-to-be-stressed-and-giveaway.html' title='Too Blessed To Be Stressed and GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn2G6Gn4Ikg/TlPI1Kt4FiI/AAAAAAAAA0A/luXUN4gjs3w/s72-c/TBTBSsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-4235803559343657115</id><published>2011-07-20T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:07:57.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Falls Like Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205978"&gt;Falls Like Lightning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shawngradybooks.com/"&gt;Shawn Grady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;I really enjoy books written by authors who have spent time in the careers that are highlighted in their stories. Shawn Grady spent time as a firefighter in Nevada, so he knows the ins and outs of this world, and it really shows in his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book keeps you on the edge of your seat. There are several story lines that intermingle to keep it interesting, and a few surprises to keep the reader off track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;There was one point in the book where the physical location of the action seemed off track (when Bo first discovers what his teammates are up to), but it didn't detract from the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;I would recommend this book for anyone interested in an adventure/romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3aDlwEedIE/TiOSI6_M4YI/AAAAAAAAD9o/pYlIgBAPHMw/s1600/shawnphoto2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3aDlwEedIE/TiOSI6_M4YI/AAAAAAAAD9o/pYlIgBAPHMw/s200/shawnphoto2.gif" border="0" height="178" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shawn Grady signed with Bethany House Publishers in 2008.  He was named “Most Promising New Writer” at the 39th Annual Mount Hermon Writers Conference. He is the author of the novels Through the Fire, Tomorrow We Die &amp;amp; Falls Like Lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn has served for over a decade as a firefighter and paramedic in northern Nevada. From fire engines and ambulances to tillered ladder trucks and helicopters, Shawn’s work environment has always been dynamic. The line of duty has carried him to a variety of locale, from high-rise fires in the city to the burning heavy timber of the eastern Sierras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from James Logan High School in Union City, California, Shawn attended Point Loma Nazarene University in San Diego as a Theology undergrad. There he found clarity of direction and proceeded on to acquire an Associate of Science degree in Fire Science Technology as well as Paramedic licensure through Truckee Meadows Community College in Reno, Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn currently lives in Reno, just outside of Lake Tahoe. He enjoys spending time in the outdoors with his wife, three children and yellow Labrador.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkuzszsrTNQ/TiOSUPivAMI/AAAAAAAAD9s/7Db3D_6tIVA/s1600/Falls_Like_Lightning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkuzszsrTNQ/TiOSUPivAMI/AAAAAAAAD9s/7Db3D_6tIVA/s200/Falls_Like_Lightning.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When hotshot smoke jumper Silas Kent gets his own fire crew, he thinks he's achieved what he's always wanted. But a lightning-sparked fire in the Desolation Wilderness of the Sierra Nevadas has his team in a plane before they can even train together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot Elle Westmore has been called up to drop the crew into the heart of the forest infernos. A single mother of a mysteriously ill six-year-old, she can't imagine her life getting any more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long for things to go very wrong, very quickly. A suspicious engine explosion forces Elle to make an emergency landing. Silas is able to parachute to safety but soon discovers his crew can't be trusted. They're hiding something, and now Silas is on a race to save himself and Elle from the flames--and from a more dangerous threat: his own team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205978"&gt;Falls Like Lightning&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/07/falls-like-lightning.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-4235803559343657115?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4235803559343657115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=4235803559343657115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/4235803559343657115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/4235803559343657115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/07/falls-like-lightning.html' title='Falls Like Lightning'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3aDlwEedIE/TiOSI6_M4YI/AAAAAAAAD9o/pYlIgBAPHMw/s72-c/shawnphoto2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-895953102291307023</id><published>2011-07-15T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T09:05:53.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Pattern of Wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206389"&gt;Pattern of Wounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmarkbertrand.com/"&gt;J. Mark Bertrand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj8l5cMhbyo/Th0FM9tmF-I/AAAAAAAAD9U/ydLHsNN05UA/s1600/JMBHeadshot2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj8l5cMhbyo/Th0FM9tmF-I/AAAAAAAAD9U/ydLHsNN05UA/s200/JMBHeadshot2011.jpg" border="0" height="181" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J. Mark Bertrand lived in Houston, where the series is set, for fifteen years, earning an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Houston. But after one hurricane too many he relocated with his wife Laurie to the plains of South Dakota. Mark has been arrested for a crime he didn't commit, was the foreman of one hung jury and served on another that acquitted Vinnie Jones of assault. In 1972, he won an honorable mention in a child modeling contest, but pursued writing instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XXKTAEH-_8/Th0FYmNk4YI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/k_DHYd6ldpQ/s1600/PAttern_Of_Wounds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XXKTAEH-_8/Th0FYmNk4YI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/k_DHYd6ldpQ/s200/PAttern_Of_Wounds.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Christmas in Houston, and homicide detective Roland March is on the hunt for a killer. A young woman's brutal stabbing in an affluent neighborhood bears all the hallmarks of a serial murder. The only problem is that March sent the murderer to prison ten years ago. Is it a copycat -- or did March convict the wrong man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienated from his colleagues and with a growing rift in his marriage, March receives messages from the killer. The bodies pile up, the pressure builds, and the violence reaches too close to home. Up against an unfathomable evil, March struggles against the clock to understand the hidden message in the pattern of wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206389"&gt;Pattern of Wounds&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/07/pattern-of-wounds-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-895953102291307023?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/895953102291307023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=895953102291307023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/895953102291307023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/895953102291307023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/07/pattern-of-wounds.html' title='Pattern of Wounds'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj8l5cMhbyo/Th0FM9tmF-I/AAAAAAAAD9U/ydLHsNN05UA/s72-c/JMBHeadshot2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-7329681648139679579</id><published>2011-07-12T07:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:52:57.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigilante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206087"&gt;Vigilante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinparrish.com/"&gt;Robin Parrish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfo21RvD7i4/Thtkawka-6I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/FhxHRJgwnlc/s1600/Robin%2BParrish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfo21RvD7i4/Thtkawka-6I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/FhxHRJgwnlc/s200/Robin%2BParrish.jpg" border="0" height="175" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Robin Parrish wants to take you on a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;wild&lt;/i&gt; ride -- which is exactly what you're in for when you pick up one of his books. And he's adamant that it will never be the same kind of experience twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's stories mix, mingle, and meld various genres together to create thoroughly original suspense/thrillers. His Dominion Trilogy, for example, mashed up superhero action, secret societies, ancient myths, and an apocalyptic setting to create an entirely new take on the classic "hero's journey." &lt;i&gt;Offworld&lt;/i&gt; mixed science fiction and an end-of-the-world scenario with high-octane action. &lt;i&gt;Nightmare&lt;/i&gt;, his 2010 novel, is a spine-tingling examination of the world of the paranormal, paired with can't-put-it-down mystery. His 2011 novel, &lt;i&gt;Vigilante&lt;/i&gt;, is an action-packed story about a soldier who sets out to change the world. Later this year, he's releasing his first ever Young Adult novel, titled &lt;i&gt;Corridor&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pushing the envelope, ever on the edge of where modern storytelling is going, Robin Parrish will gladly and unapologetically tell you that he's an entertainer, a weaver of stories that ignite the mind and delight the heart. Defying labels and refusing pigeonholes, his imagination is fueled by the possibilities of asking "What if…?", and as anyone who's read his work knows, he has a very big imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His influences as a novelist range from television and film storytellers like Joss Whedon and J.J. Abrams, to masters of the modern myth like J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Akin to Philip K. Dick's search for the meaning of identity, most of what Robin writes about boils down to his own ponderings and examinations of just what this thing we call "existence" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin is a full time writer. He and his wife Karen and two children live in High Point, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Robin Parrish is a keen-eyed, passionate pop cultural savant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose writing is as incisive and insightful as it is entertaining."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allan Heinberg, Executive Producer, &lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z9MlyGkhME/Thm4FyFkmYI/AAAAAAAAD9I/vo3sDjuxmG4/s1600/Vigilante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z9MlyGkhME/Thm4FyFkmYI/AAAAAAAAD9I/vo3sDjuxmG4/s200/Vigilante.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nolan Gray is an elite soldier, skilled in all forms of combat. After years fighting on foreign battlefields, witnessing unspeakable evils and atrocities firsthand, a world-weary Nolan returns home to find it just as corrupt as the war zones. Everywhere he looks, there's pain and cruelty. Society is being destroyed by wicked men who don't care who they make suffer or destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan decides to do what no one else can, what no one has ever attempted. He will defend the helpless. He will tear down the wicked. He will wage a one-man war on the heart of man, and he won't stop until the world is the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wicked have had their day. Morality's time has come. In a culture starving for a hero, can one extraordinary man make things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206087"&gt;Vigilante&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/07/vigilante-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-7329681648139679579?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7329681648139679579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=7329681648139679579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7329681648139679579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7329681648139679579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/07/vigilante.html' title='Vigilante'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfo21RvD7i4/Thtkawka-6I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/FhxHRJgwnlc/s72-c/Robin%2BParrish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8345359943185970343</id><published>2011-07-05T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:49:54.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Lions of Babylon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764209051"&gt;Lion of Babylon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davisbunn.com/"&gt;Davis Bunn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PDon1T2iAc/ThEog_FBeeI/AAAAAAAAD84/mW7cv40CluQ/s1600/Davis+Bunn.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PDon1T2iAc/ThEog_FBeeI/AAAAAAAAD84/mW7cv40CluQ/s200/Davis+Bunn.png" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Born and raised in North Carolina, Davis left for Europe at age twenty. There he first completed graduate studies in economics and finance, then began a business career that took him to over forty countries in Europe, Africa, the Middle East and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis came to faith at age 28, while living in Germany and running an international business advisory group. He started writing two weeks later. Since that moment, writing has remained both a passion and a calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis wrote for nine years and completed seven books before his first was accepted for publication. During that time, he continued to work full-time in his business career, travelling to two and sometimes three countries every week. His first published book, The Presence, was released in 1990 and became a national bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honored with three Christy Awards for excellence in historical and suspense fiction, his bestsellers include The Great Divide, Winner Take All, The Meeting Place, The Warning, The Book of Hours, and The Quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sought-after speaker in the art of writing, Davis serves as Writer In Residence at Regent’s Park College, Oxford University.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pa9wETG8KKQ/ThEotYuDbQI/AAAAAAAAD88/tHacePJ6sSA/s1600/Lion_Of_Babylon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pa9wETG8KKQ/ThEotYuDbQI/AAAAAAAAD88/tHacePJ6sSA/s200/Lion_Of_Babylon.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marc Royce works for the State Department on special assignments, most of them rather routine, until two CIA operatives go missing in Iraq--kidnapped by Taliban forces bent on generating chaos in the region. Two others also drop out of sight--a high-placed Iraqi civilian and an American woman providing humanitarian aid. Are the disappearances linked? Rumors circulate in a whirl of misinformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc must unravel the truth in a covert operation requiring utmost secrecy--from both the Americans and the insurgents. But even more secret than the undercover operation is the underground dialogue taking place between sworn enemies. Will the ultimate Reconciler between ancient enemies, current foes, and fanatical religious factions be heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764209051"&gt;Lion of Babylon&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/07/lion-of-babylon-by-davis-bunn.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-8345359943185970343?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8345359943185970343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=8345359943185970343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8345359943185970343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8345359943185970343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/07/lions-of-babylon.html' title='Lions of Babylon'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PDon1T2iAc/ThEog_FBeeI/AAAAAAAAD84/mW7cv40CluQ/s72-c/Davis+Bunn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-7520793079107706873</id><published>2011-06-30T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:33:29.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CWRN Posts'/><title type='text'>The Great Divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Also published on the &lt;a href="http://www.cwrn.org/"&gt;Christian Women's Resource Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since mankind first became aware of the divide between good and evil,  we have been creating divisions. Cane and Abel were divided over  whether it was sufficient to give God an offering or whether they should  offer God their best. Today we are divided over such things as  stay-at-home moms versus moms who work outside the home; private school,  public school, or home school; legalism versus grace; and even blue  carpet or beige in the sanctuary. If you live in St. Louis, you know the  most important division is that of Cardinals versus Cubs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I saw a commercial that reminded me of another great  division. A company is now promoting paper towels for the home bathroom  to avoid re-infecting hands after washing. Yep, it's the argument of  germ-free sanitation versus save-the-earth-from-more-trash!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God knew the people he created would find ways to divide up over  almost every topic they could possibly discuss. It seems we can't agree  on anything. Jesus prayed during his final days for all who would ever  believe in him through the message of the disciples (that's us!). He  said, "I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one -- as  you are in me, Father, and I am in you." (John 17:20-21, NLT)  I'm sure  that he and his Father are both woefully disappointed by the petty  arguments we have over theological points, and especially  non-theological points, that have broken our churches into hundreds of  denominations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's frustrating to visit a church and have the preacher speak from  the pulpit as if his or her particular brand of faith is the only one  that counts. One quote I heard this week was "We (insert name of  denomination here) put God in a box." Uh, don't ALL believers tend to do  that? Why must we further segregate ourselves whenever we get the  chance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can hardly imagine what the world would be like if all believers  would drop their labels and seek to worship Christ in a pure, holy way.  What a wonderful world that would be! I'd like to challenge you to step  out of your denominational, or even non-denominational, comfort zone  this week and try to seek God as Jesus prayed we would seek Him -- as a  unified group wanting nothing more than to believe that Jesus is the  Christ, sent by God for our salvation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and by the way, if you find a good way to dry your hands in a  sanitary and earth-saving manner, let me know. Until then I'm just  wiping them on my jeans!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-7520793079107706873?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7520793079107706873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=7520793079107706873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7520793079107706873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/7520793079107706873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-divide.html' title='The Great Divide'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5282936949677781282</id><published>2011-06-29T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:31:56.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>Bridge to a Distant Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434767035"&gt;Bridge to a Distant Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook; New edition (June 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolynswilliford.com/"&gt;Carolyn Williford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From the beginning, I knew this book would end in tragedy when Tampa Bay bridge collapses in a storm. Carolyn Williford creates three compelling stories that cause the reader to fall in love with the characters that will ultimately end up on that bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I appreciated the way she created the trilogies to mask who drives onto the bridge at the wrong moment until near the end of the stories. While there is some foreshadowing, it's hard to tell who will be in the accident and who will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The conversations in the text were very realistic. I loved the really awkward, even realistically uncomfortable way Emilie's friends dealt with the breakup and subsequent repair of her marriage. They definitely didn't say the 'right' things or what would have been expected of 'good' Christians -- however Williford was right on the mark with what happens in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book that stays with you for a while. Each story deals with heavy issues faced by people trying to live strong for God while faced with real world temptations, fears, and hardships. In the end, not everything is fair, but as always God is in control and sometimes that is all we need to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAjKLjqPo80/TgfhG22BZxI/AAAAAAAAD8A/2KYOe9ROZBo/s1600/CarolWilliford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAjKLjqPo80/TgfhG22BZxI/AAAAAAAAD8A/2KYOe9ROZBo/s200/CarolWilliford.jpg" width="190" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carolyn Williford has authored seven books, including Jordan's Bend, Devotions for Families That Can't Sit Still, and Faith Tango, as well as numerous articles. She and her husband, Craig, live in Deerfield, Illinois, where he serves as president of Trinity International University. They have two children and four grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXj-iUMwIo/TgfhSEIVIhI/AAAAAAAAD8E/5fT1qNP3we0/s1600/Bridge_To_A_Distant_Star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXj-iUMwIo/TgfhSEIVIhI/AAAAAAAAD8E/5fT1qNP3we0/s200/Bridge_To_A_Distant_Star.jpg" width="129" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It All Comes Tumbling Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a storm rages in the night, unwary drivers venture onto Tampa Bay’s most renowned bridge. No one sees the danger ahead. No one notices the jagged gap hidden by the darkness and rain. Yet when the bridge collapses vehicles careen into the churning waters of the bay below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that one catastrophic moment, three powerful stories converge: a family ravaged by their child’s heartbreaking news, a marriage threatened by its own facade, and a college student burdened by self doubt. As each story unfolds, the characters move steadily closer to that fateful moment on the bridge. And while each character searches for grace, the storms in their lives loom as large as the storm that awaits them above the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these characters intersect in Carolyn Williford’s gripping and moving volume of three novellas, they also collide with the transforming truth of Christ: Deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434767035"&gt;Bridge to a Distant Star&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridge-to-distant-star-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5282936949677781282?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5282936949677781282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5282936949677781282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5282936949677781282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5282936949677781282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridge-to-distant-star.html' title='Bridge to a Distant Star'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAjKLjqPo80/TgfhG22BZxI/AAAAAAAAD8A/2KYOe9ROZBo/s72-c/CarolWilliford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-2530493072366199380</id><published>2011-06-28T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:37:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger - Anita Agers-Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Look Like My Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;by Anita Agers-Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I am illegitimate, but I am not an accident. And no matter how you came to exist, neither are you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I   was forty-six years old, when through a dramatic series of events, I   found out Dad, the man who raised me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;isn’t my biological father. My   identity &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; surrounded by mystery, but I know exactly who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;In   the grief-drenched days, after I received DNA results confirming Dad   isn’t my birth-father, I went to the Bible for comfort. My tears stained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;the pages when I read, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,   before you were born I set you apart” (Jeremiah 1:5). I sobbed over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;God’s promise to be, “A father to the fatherless” (Psalm 68:5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;A   dear friend said in response to my story. “God sure must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;have wanted   you. He went to a lot of trouble to create you especially who you are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I’ve learned she is right. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;not an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;There are six powerful things I discovered while the mystery unraveled: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I belong to God, no matter how I was conceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I exist to glorify Him by becoming the person I was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I can go to His Word, and His people, to get more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I found my life’s purpose by asking Him to reveal my &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I decided in a single moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;never to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;I started by taking one step. Then one more. And another, and then another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;God   knitted me together on purpose, with purpose, to fulfill a purpose. My   unique DNA combination makes me especially qualified to do the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;work He   planned for me before I was even born. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; wanted, because my Daddy-God adopted me. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; beautiful, because I look like my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt; Daddy-God. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; the daughter of the King of Kings, which makes me a princess. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; secure in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;identity, which is found in Christ alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;But my story isn’t all about me. My story is also about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;No   matter how you started, or where you are today, you are meant for   abundant life. You can live the dream God planted in your heart when He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;set you in the soil of your mother’s womb. You are not an accident. You   know who you are. You look like your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"&gt;Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrb59z07KFY/TgoO-IivsPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NQXuRE1souQ/s1600/anita%2Bbrooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrb59z07KFY/TgoO-IivsPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NQXuRE1souQ/s320/anita%2Bbrooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623323545333379314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;Anita Agers-Brooks is on a mission to find  her biological father.  On her journey, she shares God’s message as a  Communications Specialist,  Certified Personality Trainer, public  speaker, and writer. Anita lives  in Missouri with her husband Ricky.  Contact her via website  &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://e2ma.net/go/9490713079/3741023/107309960/14449/goto:http://www.freshstartfreshfaith.org/"&gt;www.freshstartfreshfaith.org&lt;/a&gt; or email  &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="mailto:anita.freshfaith@gmail.com"&gt;anita.freshfaith@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-2530493072366199380?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2530493072366199380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=2530493072366199380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2530493072366199380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2530493072366199380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/guest-blogger-anita-agers-brooks.html' title='Guest Blogger - Anita Agers-Brooks'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrb59z07KFY/TgoO-IivsPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NQXuRE1souQ/s72-c/anita%2Bbrooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5826236302463849010</id><published>2011-06-23T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:15:57.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>She Makes It Look Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403707"&gt;She Makes It Look Easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (June 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marybethwhalen.com/"&gt;Marybeth Whalen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Marybeth Whalen's new book touches on the insecurity that all women feel. Ariel, the mother of three rowdy boys, longs for organization and peace in her life. Justine has an over abundance of peace and organization, but she longs for love and passion. Both put up false walls of pretense about their lives and they long for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices they make, however, reflect their true levels of dedication to God and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book causes the reader to evaluate her life and determine if indeed there are places in her life where she may be secretly harboring desires that could take her farther from God if acted upon, and show how the consequences can impact a whole community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBqUUuidHcc/TgFSvLUYorI/AAAAAAAAD74/ej6DBSnYBD8/s1600/MarybethWhalen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBqUUuidHcc/TgFSvLUYorI/AAAAAAAAD74/ej6DBSnYBD8/s200/MarybethWhalen.JPG" border="0" height="200" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marybeth Whalen is the wife of Curt and mom of six children. The family lives outside Charlotte, NC. Marybeth is a member of the Proverbs 31 Ministries writing team and a regular contributor to their daily devotions. Her first novel,The Mailbox was released in June 2010. Her next novel, She Makes It Look Easy, will be released in June 2011. Additionally, she serves as director of She Reads, Proverbs 31 Ministries' fiction division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0hbxYCY-T0/TgFS-KRqFtI/AAAAAAAAD78/LyjADacD0os/s1600/She_Makes_It_Look_Easy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0hbxYCY-T0/TgFS-KRqFtI/AAAAAAAAD78/LyjADacD0os/s200/She_Makes_It_Look_Easy.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ariel Baxter has just moved into the neighborhood of her dreams. The chaos of domestic life and the loneliness of motherhood, however, moved with her. Then she meets her neighbor, Justine Miller. Justine ushers Ariel into a world of clutter-free houses, fresh-baked bread, homemade crafts, neighborhood play dates, and organization techniques designed to make marriage better and parenting manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Ariel realizes there is hope for peace, friendship, and clean kitchen counters. But when rumors start to circulate about Justine’s real home life, Ariel must choose whether to believe the best about the friend she admires or consider the possibility that “perfection” isn’t always what it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403707"&gt;She Makes It Look Easy&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-makes-it-look-easy-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5826236302463849010?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5826236302463849010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5826236302463849010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5826236302463849010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5826236302463849010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-makes-it-look-easy.html' title='She Makes It Look Easy'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBqUUuidHcc/TgFSvLUYorI/AAAAAAAAD74/ej6DBSnYBD8/s72-c/MarybethWhalen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8089939007234705736</id><published>2011-06-08T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:16:43.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen fiction'/><title type='text'>How Huge The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/082543310X"&gt;How Huge the Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Kregel Publications (March 9, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://store.kregel.com/contributorinfo.cfm?ContribID=1113"&gt;Heather Munn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://store.kregel.com/contributorinfo.cfm?ContribID=1114"&gt;Lydia Munn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;While this is classified as a book for teens, I found it fascinating and thoroughly enjoyed it. The authors have done a fabulous job of portraying what it must have been like to be a teen in the midst of the horrors of WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien's family has moved to France to get away from the horror of Hitler's army, just to be overtaken when they occupy the country. Nina and her brother, Gustav, are young Jewish teens who leave home alone after promising their dying father they will escape the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapters of the book ricochet between the vastly different worlds of Julien and Nina until they are brought together by fate in the village of Le Chambon-sur-Lignon. In reality, this village is known for saving the lives of over 3000 Jews during the war. This story is based on actual events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by this story, especially by the things Nina and Gustav had to endure as they sought safety. The book is very suspenseful and is written to keep you turning the pages. I highly recommend it to teens and adults interested in either a great story or this particular period in history. I'm really looking forward to the next book by this mother/daughter team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyex6cZ1OsU/Te7lbRijDyI/AAAAAAAAD6c/YUgIjgNTdaE/s1600/Munn%252C+Heather1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyex6cZ1OsU/Te7lbRijDyI/AAAAAAAAD6c/YUgIjgNTdaE/s200/Munn%252C+Heather1.jpg" width="135" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heather Munn&lt;/b&gt; was born in Northern Ireland of American parents and grew up in the south of France. She decided to be a writer at the age of five when her mother read Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books aloud, but worried that she couldn’t write about her childhood since she didn’t remember it. When she was young, her favorite time of day was after supper when the family would gather and her father would read a chapter from a novel. Heather went to French school until her teens, and grew up hearing the story of Le Chambonsur-Lignon, only an hour’s drive away. She now lives in rural Illinois with her husband, Paul, where they offer free spiritual retreats to people coming out of homelessness and addiction. She enjoys wandering in the woods, gardening, writing, and splitting wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WUiDkrtaHc/Te7lk3QxFrI/AAAAAAAAD6g/FhQDdKaydu0/s1600/Munn%252C+Lydia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WUiDkrtaHc/Te7lk3QxFrI/AAAAAAAAD6g/FhQDdKaydu0/s200/Munn%252C+Lydia.jpg" width="142" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lydia Munn&lt;/b&gt; was homeschooled for five years because there was no school where her family served as missionaries in the savannahs of northern Brazil. There was no public library either, but Lydia read every book she could get her hands on. This led naturally to her choice of an English major at Wheaton College. Her original plan to teach high school English gradually transitioned into a lifelong love of teaching the Bible to both adults and young people as a missionary in France. She and her husband, Jim, have two children: their son, Robin, and their daughter, Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpnmkv_Sewc/Te7l0RKarHI/AAAAAAAAD6k/R1tFhdcNGTY/s1600/How_Huge_the_Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpnmkv_Sewc/Te7l0RKarHI/AAAAAAAAD6k/R1tFhdcNGTY/s200/How_Huge_the_Night.jpg" width="129" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fifteen-year-old Julien Losier just wants to fit in. But after his family moves to a small village in central France in hopes of outrunning the Nazis, he is suddenly faced with bigger challenges than the taunting of local teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina Krenkel left her country to obey her father's dying command: Take your brother and leave Austria. Burn your papers. Tell no one you are Jews. Alone and on the run, she arrives in Tanieux, France, dangerously ill and in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown together by the chaos of war, Julien begins to feel the terrible weight of the looming conflict and Nina fights to survive. As France falls to the Nazis, Julien struggles with doing what is right, even if it is not enough-and wonders whether or not he really can save Nina from almost certain death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the true story of the town of Le Chambon-the only French town honored by Israel for rescuing Jews from the Holocaust-How Huge the Night is a compelling, coming-of-age drama that will keep teens turning the pages as it teaches them about a fascinating period of history and inspires them to think more deeply about their everyday choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Endorsements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The Munns have written an engrossing historical novel that is faithful to the actual events of World War II in western Europe during the tumultuous year 1940. But &lt;i&gt;How Huge the Night&lt;/i&gt; is more than good history; it is particularly refreshing because the reader sees the conflict through the lives of teenagers who are forced to grapple with their honest questions about the existence and goodness of God in the midst of community, family, and ethnic tensions in war-ravaged France.”—&lt;b&gt;Lyle W. Dorsett&lt;/b&gt;, Billy Graham Professor of Evangelism, Beeson Divinity School, Samford University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seldom have the horrors of war upon adolescents—or the heroism of which they are capable—been so clearly portrayed. I loved this coming-of-age story.”—&lt;b&gt;Patricia Sprinkle&lt;/b&gt;, author of &lt;i&gt;Hold Up the Sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The book expertly weaves together the lives of its characters at a frightening moment in conflicted times. As we read of their moral dilemmas and of their choices, we too wonder, &lt;i&gt;Would I do has these in the story have done?&lt;/i&gt;”—&lt;b&gt;Karen Mains&lt;/b&gt;, Director, Hungry Souls&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/082543310X"&gt;How Huge the Night&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-huge-night-chapter-23.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=".http://www.youtube.com/v/QW8jYcMsHHI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW8jYcMsHHI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-8089939007234705736?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8089939007234705736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=8089939007234705736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8089939007234705736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8089939007234705736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-huge-night.html' title='How Huge The Night'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyex6cZ1OsU/Te7lbRijDyI/AAAAAAAAD6c/YUgIjgNTdaE/s72-c/Munn%252C+Heather1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1673241258261137652</id><published>2011-06-01T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:16:08.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Pompeii: City on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s1600/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s200/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is time for a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TLHigley.com/"&gt;T.L. Higley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1433668572"&gt;Pompeii: City on Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B&amp;H Books; Original edition (June 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to T.L. Higley for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XZ2OxYu-UY/TeMRfkHfjPI/AAAAAAAAFKo/KvpOo-r_U0A/s1600/T.L.%2BHigley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XZ2OxYu-UY/TeMRfkHfjPI/AAAAAAAAFKo/KvpOo-r_U0A/s200/T.L.%2BHigley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612348794602491122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy started her first novel at the age of eight and has been hooked on writing ever since. After earning a B.A. in English Literature at Rowan University,  she spent ten years writing drama presentations for church ministry before beginning to write fiction. A lifelong interest in history and mythology has led Tracy to extensive research into ancient Greece, Egypt, Rome and Persia, and shaped her desire to shine the light of the gospel into the cultures of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has traveled through Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Israel, Jordan and Italy, researching her novels and falling into adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.TLHigley.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCL0LANcdPE/TeMRfQzw6gI/AAAAAAAAFKg/cz2yaxHO-cQ/s1600/Pompeii%2Bcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCL0LANcdPE/TeMRfQzw6gI/AAAAAAAAFKg/cz2yaxHO-cQ/s200/Pompeii%2Bcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612348789419469314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A city shadowed by a roiling volcano&lt;br /&gt;A young politician running from his destiny&lt;br /&gt;A Jewish slave girl with a desperate plan&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them safe from harm?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pleasure-seeking Romans find the seaside town of Pompeii the perfect getaway. But when the rich patrician Cato escapes Rome, intent on a life of leisure, he is unprepared for the hostility he encounters. In the same place, but at the opposite end of society, Ariella has disguised herself as a young boy to be sold into a gladiator troupe. Survival is her only ambition.&lt;br /&gt;But evil creeps through the streets of Pompeii, and neither Ariella’s secret nor Cato’s evasion is immune to it. Political corruption, religious persecution, and family peril threaten to destroy them, even before an ominous mountain in the distance spews its fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Vesuvius churns with deadly intent, Cato and Ariella must bridge their differences to save the lives of those they love—before fiery ash buries Pompeii, turning the city into a lost world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jcSZUGaUKuw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $14.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 368 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: B&amp;H Books; Original edition (June 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1433668572&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1433668579&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;      Prologue &lt;br /&gt;      Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      August 9, 70 AD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella shoved through the clogged street, defying the mob of frantic citizens. Men, women, and children crowded the alleys, senseless in their panic to flee the city. They carried all they could, packed into pouches slung across their chests and clutched in sweaty hands. Soldiers ran with them, as though they had all joined a macabre stadium footrace, with participants who clubbed and slashed at each other to get ahead. Beside her, one of the district’s tax collectors tripped and fumbled a latched wooden box. It cracked against the cobbled street and spilled its meager hoard of gold. The tax collector was dead before he hit the ground, and the Roman soldier pulled his sword from the man’s gut only to scrabble for the coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella turned her head from the gore, but felt little pity for the tax man, cheated of life by the Romans for whom he had betrayed his people. Still, concern flickered in her chest at the sudden violence in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Something has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The city had been under siege for months. Three days ago her mother announced that the sacrifices in the Temple had ceased. But today, today was something new. Perhaps three days of sins not atoned for had brought the wrath of the Holy One down on them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Unlike those who ran the streets with her, Ariella’s destination was neither Temple nor countryside. She returned to her home—if the dim tenement could be called such—from another useless excursion to secure food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      At sixteen and as eldest child, it fell on her to search the famished city for a scrap of dried beef to feed her brother, perhaps a thimbleful of milk for the baby, crumbs for her father whose eyes had gone glassy and whose skin was now the color of the clay pots he once turned on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But there was no food to be found. Titus, the emperor’s son, had arrived in the spring with his army of eighty thousand and his siege wall served well its double function—the people were trapped and they were starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Not even such a wall could prevent news from seeping through its cracks, however. From Caesarea, word escaped of twenty thousand Jews slaughtered in a day. Fifty thousand killed in Alexandria. Ten thousand met the sword in Gamla. Such numbers were incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Here in Jerusalem, the bodies thrown outside the city were too numerous to count, piled high in rotting mounds, as though the city itself were defiled and would forever be unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Yet we are not all dead. Ariella’s hands curled into tense fists as she rounded the last corner. She would cling to life as long as she had strength, and like her untiring mother, she would hold tight to that elusive thread for each member of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She pushed against the rough wood of the door and slipped out of the rush of the street. The home’s tomb-like interior had the peculiar smell of starvation. In the corner, her baby sister whimpered as if in response to Ariella’s entrance. Micah met her at the door, his sunken eyes fixed on her and his lips slightly open, as though anticipating the food she might have brought. Or perhaps he simply lacked the strength to close his jaw. She shook her head and Micah turned away, hiding his disappointment as all boys of eleven do when they are threatened by tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Her father did not speak from his mat on the floor. Ariella scooped the listless baby Hannah into her arms and gave her a finger to suck. Small consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Where is Mother?” She scanned the room, then looked to Micah. A low groan from her father set her heart pounding. “Where is she, Micah? Where has Mother gone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Micah sniffed and glanced at the door. “To the Temple. She has gone to the Temple.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella growled and pushed Hannah into her brother’s arms. “She is going to get herself killed, and then where will we be?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She bent to her father’s side. The man had been strong once. Ariella could barely remember.  She touched the cool skin of his arm. “I will bring her back, Father. I promise.” Her father’s eyes sought her own, searching for reassurance. The hunger seemed to have stolen his voice. How long until it took his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She turned on Micah, grabbed his shoulder. “Do not let anyone inside. The streets--” She looked to the door. “The streets are full of madness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He nodded, still cradling Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She kissed the baby. “Take care of them, Micah.” And then she left to retrieve her mother, whose political fervor often outpaced her common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The mid-summer sun had dropped in the sky, an orange disc hazy and indistinct behind rising smoke. The city burns. She smelled it, sensed it, felt it somehow on her skin as she joined the flow toward the temple – a heat of destruction that threatened to consume them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Her family enjoyed the privilege of living in the shadow of the Temple Mount. A privilege that today only put them closer to folly. She twisted through the crazed mob, darted around wagons and pushcarts laden with family treasures, swatted at those who shoved against her. Already, only halfway there, her heart struck against her chest and her breathing shallowed, the weakness of slow starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She reached the steps to the south of the Temple platform and was swept upward with the masses. Why were so many running to the Temple? Why had her mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And then she heard it. A sound that was part shrieking anger, part mournful lament, a screaming funeral dirge for the city and its people. She reached the top of the steps, pushed through the Huldah Gate, dashed under the colonnade into the Court of the Gentiles, and drew up short. The crowd pressed against her back, flowed around her and surged onward, but Ariella could not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The Temple is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The next moments blurred. She felt herself running, running toward the Temple as if she alone could avert this monstrous evil. Joining others who must have shared her delusion. She saw Roman legionaries club women and children, voices raised in a war cry. The yells of zealot rebels and the shrieks of those impaled by swords returned like an echo. The dead began to accumulate. Soldiers climbed heaps of bodies to chase those who fled. She tasted ashes and blood in the air, breathed the stench of burning flesh, and still some pushed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She fought the smoke and blood, climbed the steps and entered the Court of Women. All around her, peaceful citizens were butchered where they stood. Ahead, a current of blood ran down the curved steps before the brass Nicanor Gate. The bodies of those who had been murdered at the top slipped to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella swayed on her feet at the carnage. That her mother was one of these dead she had no doubt. Elana’s outspoken defiance of Rome had earned her a reputation among her people, one that matched the meaning of her given name, torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She could go no farther. The entire Temple structure flamed now, from the Court of Israel to the Holy of Holies, its beauty and riches and sanctity defiled, raped by the Romans who even now risked their own flesh to steal its treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A groan at her feet drew her attention, and she saw as if from a great distance that indeed her mother lay there, a bloody slash against her chest and a vicious purpling around her eyes. She lifted a hand, claw-like, to Ariella, who bent to kneel beside her and clasp her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella had no words. What use to say good-bye, when they would all be in the same place soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Strange, she was very cold. With the flames so near and so fierce, still her fingers felt numb as she wrapped them around her mother’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Elana whispered only “Never forget…” before she was gone, and Ariella nodded because it was the expected thing to do. She studied her mother’s face, the eyes open and unseeing, and felt nothing. Was that right? Should she feel something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After awhile she thought perhaps she should go home. She tried to stand, slipped in some blood that had pooled on the marble beneath her, and tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The noise seemed far off now, though she could see the faces of citizens, mouths gaping as though they screamed in agony, and soldiers, feral lips drawn back over their teeth. But the sounds had somehow receded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She weaved through the upright who still lived, stepped over the prone who had already passed, and drifted back to her house. Behind her, the Temple Mount was enveloped in flames, boiling over from its base, though there seemed to be even more blood than flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The stupor that had fallen over her at the Temple seemed to slough away as she traveled the streets. From open doorways she heard an occasional wail, but largely it was quiet. Too quiet. As thouh a river of violence had washed down the street while she’d been gone and swept away all that lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Her own street was not so peaceful. From end to end it burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She searched the crowd for her father, Micah, the baby. Grabbed hollow-eyed friends and wailing neighbors. One old woman shook her head and pointed a withered hand to the end of the burning street. “Only Micah.” She coughed. “Only he escaped.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Micah. She called his name, but the word choked in her throat. Where would he have fled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They had whispered together, one unseasonably warm night a few months ago on their roof, of running away from Jerusalem. Child’s talk, but now… Would he have tried to leave the city, to make it two hours south to family in Bethlehem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Minutes later, she stumbled toward the Lower City. The Dung Gate would lead her south, to the valley of Hinnom and onward to Bethlehem. If she could escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Too many joined her. They would never be allowed to pass. She climbed crumbling steps to the rim of the city wall. Would she see a thread of refugees weaving out of Jerusalem, beyond the gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There was a procession of Jews, yes. But not on foot, fleeing to safety. On crosses, writhing in death throes. An endless line of them, crucified in absurd positions for the Romans’ entertainment, until they had run out of crosses, no doubt. Ariella gripped the wall. She would have retched had there been anything in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She considered throwing herself from the wall. Was it high enough to guarantee her death? She would not want to die slowly on the ground, listening to the crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The decision was made for her. From behind, a Roman soldier grabbed both her arms, laughing. She waited for the air in her face, for the spin of a freefall in her belly, that feeling she loved when her father rode the donkey cart too fast over the crest of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Instead, the soldier spun her to face him, shoved her to the stone floor, and fumbled at her tunic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      No, she was not going to die like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She exploded into a flailing of arms and legs, kicks and screams. She used her fingernails, used her teeth, used her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      From behind her head another soldier called. “That one’s a fighter, eh, Marcus?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The soldier on top of her grunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Better save her for the general. He wants the strong ones to sell off, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella realized in that moment that since the siege began months ago, she had believed she would meet her death in the City of God. But as Jerusalem died without her, something far worse loomed in her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Life in the slave market of Rome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Nine years later &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Night fell too soon, bringing its dark celebrations to the house of Valerius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella lingered at the fishpond in the center of the dusky atrium, slipping stale crusts to the hungry scorpion fish one tiny piece at a time. The brown and white striped creature snapped at its prey with precision, the venomous spines along its back bristling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The fish food ran out. There was no delaying the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Let the debauchery begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Nine years a slave in this household, nine annual tributes to Dionysius. The Greek god, embraced by the Romans and renamed Bacchus, apparently demanded every sort of drunken vice performed in his honor. And Valerius would not disappoint the god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Indeed, Valerius flaunted his association with the mystery sect, though its practice was frowned upon by the government and disdained by most citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella inhaled, trying to draw strength from the deadly fish her master kept as a pet. For we are both kept as such, aren’t we? The scorpion fish’s body swayed like a piece of debris, its disguise needless in its solitary enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Within an hour Valerius’s guests poured into the town house, sloshed up most of the wine she’d placed on low tables in the triclinium, and progressed to partaking of the extract of opium poppies, tended in red-tinged fields beyond the city. The sweet, pungent smoke hung like a smothering wool toga above their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A traveling guild of actors somersaulted into the room, their lewd songs and costumes an affront to decency and a delight to the guests. Ariella lowered her eyes, embarrassment still finding her even after all she had endured, and cleared the toppled cups and soiled plates. She passed Valerius, sprawled on a gold-cushioned couch, and he rubbed a hand over her calf. Her muscles twitched like the flank of a horse irritated by a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Her master’s high-pitched laugh floated above the general noise of the intoxicated. Ariella winced. Valerius performed tonight for his honored guest, another politician from the south somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Perhaps we shall make a man of you yet, Maius.” Valerius waved his slender fingers at the larger man. “I shall take you out into the city and declare to all that you are one of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The politician, Maius, reddened. Ariella leaned over him to refill his cup. Clearly, he was here to humor Valerius but not align himself with the vile man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When the actors had twirled their final dance and claimed applause, the herd of guests took their revelry to the streets. Valerius dragged Ariella through the door, always his special companion this night. Her breath caught in her throat. It was not the streets she feared. It was what would come after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Mother, why could I not be strong like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The insanity built to a crescendo as they wound their torch-lit way toward the Via Appia, where the procession would climax.  The Bacchanalians howled and pushed and tripped, their vacant eyes and laughing mouths like the painted frescoes of her nightmares. Hair disheveled, carrying blazing torches, they danced along the stones, uttered crazed predictions and contorted their bodies impossibly. Back in Jerusalem, her father would have said they had the demons in them. Here in Rome, Ariella rarely thought of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was enough to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They passed a cluster of slaves, big men, most of them, herded into a circle amidst a few flaming torches. Strange time of day for a slave auction. Ariella met the eyes of a few, but their shared circumstance did not give them connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Snatches of speech reached her. A gladiator troupe. A lanista, the trainer for the troupe, called out numbers, making new purchases. A memory of home flashed, the day she had been sold to Valerius’s household manager. She had thought herself fortunate then, when so many others were sold off to entertain in the arena. Foolish child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The unruly procession passed the men bound for death and Ariella’s gaze flitted through them. Did they feel the violent shortness of their lives press down on them? Before her stretched nothing but endless misery. Was their lot not preferable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A muscled slave with the yellow hair of the west shifted and she glimpsed a face beyond him. Her blood turned to ice, then fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Micah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She yanked away from Valerius’s sweaty grip. Stood on her toes to peer into the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Valerius pulled away from the raucous group, wrapped a thin arm around her waist, and brought his too-red lips to her ear. “Not growing shy after all these years, are we?” His baby-sweet voice sickened her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She leaned away. Caught another look at the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Turn your head. Look this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Valerius tugged her toward the road, but her feet had grown roots. I must be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But then he turned, the boy about to be a gladiator, and she saw that it could not be Micah. He was too young, older than she remembered her brother but not old enough to be him. Though the resemblance was so strong perhaps he was a distant cousin, she knew he was not her brother. In fact, the boy looked more like her than Micah. If she were to cut her hair, she could pass for his twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She let Valerius pull her back to the procession, but the moment had shaken her. Memories she had thought dead turned out to be only buried, and their resurrection was a knife-blade of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She sleepwalked through the rest of the procession, until their drunken steps took them to the caves on the Via Appia, dark spots on the grassy mounds along the road where greater abuses could be carried out without reprisals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Valerius and his guest, Maius, were arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella forced her attention to the men, leaving off thoughts of Micah and home. It did not pay to be ignorant of Valerius’s moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And you would sully the position you’ve been given by your dissolution!” Maius’s upper lip beaded with sweat and he poked a finger into Valerius’s chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Valerius swiped at the meaty finger. “At least I am not a coward! Running home to pretend to be something I am not.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “You think me a coward? Then you are a fool. I know how to hold on to power. Yours will wash away like so much spilled wine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Valerius cackled. “Power? Ah yes, you are a mighty man down there in your holiday town by the sea. I daresay you couldn’t put a sword to a thief if he threatened your family!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ariella took a step backward. Valerius misjudged Maius, she could see. The man’s eyes held a coldness that only came of cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Before Valerius could react, Maius had unsheathed a small dagger from his belt. He grabbed for a nearby slave, one of Valerius’s special boys, wrapped a meaty arm around his forehead, and in one quick move, sliced the slave’s neck. He let the boy fall. Valerius screeched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “There.” Maius tossed the dagger at the smaller senator’s feet and glared. “I owe you for one slave. But perhaps now you will keep your pretty mouth shut!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “What have you done?” Valerius bent to the boy and clutched at his bloody tunic. “Not Julius! Not this one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The moon had risen while they marched, and now it shone down on them all, most of the guests taken with their own lustful pursuits and senseless to the drama between the two men. Ariella traced the path of moonlight down to her feet, to the glint of iron in the dirt. Maius’s dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She had not held a weapon for many years. Without thought she bent and retrieved it. Held it to her side, against the loose fabric of her robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She could not say when the idea first planted itself in her mind. Perhaps it had been back in the city when she had seen the boy who was not Micah. Perhaps it only sprang to life at this moment. Regardless, she knew what she would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She would not return to Valerius’s house. Not participate once more, behind closed doors, in the mystery rites that had stolen her soul. Her nine years of torture had come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      No one called out, no one pursued. She simply slipped away, into the weedy fields along the Via Appia, back to the city, the dagger hidden under her robe. She unwrapped the fabric sash at her waist and wound it around her hair. A few quiet questions and she found the yard where the newly-purchased gladiators awaited their assignment. A little flirtation with the loutish guard at the gate, enough to convince him that she was one of the many Roman women obsessed with the fighters, and he let her in with a wicked grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She found the boy within moments. His eyes widened as though she were his first opponent. She pulled him to the shadows, to the catcalls of his fellow fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The dagger was steady in her hand and sharp enough to slice through large hanks of hair. The boy watched, wide-eyed, as she disrobed in front of him, modesty ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He was young enough to easily convince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Within minutes she had donned his leathers and taken his place on the ground with the other fighters. The boy stumbled across the yard, awkward in his new robes and headscarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Elana would be proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1673241258261137652?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1673241258261137652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1673241258261137652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1673241258261137652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1673241258261137652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/06/pompeii-city-on-fire.html' title='Pompeii: City on Fire'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s72-c/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-4462736114261228353</id><published>2011-05-31T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:55:12.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Darkness Follows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1616382740"&gt;Darkness Follows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Realms (May 3, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikedellosso.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mike Dellosso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you'e ever read a Mike Dellosso book before, you know not to read it alone in the dark! This is a great one to read in a crowded, well lit room. But make sure you have plenty of time because you won't be able to put it down. Each chapter ends in a way that just requires you to keep reading. The story line is fabulous and the characters are so real you'll find yourself praying for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love how Dellosso twists the Civil War and current day events together, contrasting darkness and evil with love and light. The character of Eva, the daughter of the main character Sam, is my favorite. She has so much love and will do anything to try to show her father that God truly cares for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a real thriller -- hang on until the very last page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdxKLJXw39U/TeL-lTZEJZI/AAAAAAAAD58/-zSNcJpuskU/s1600/mike6small.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdxKLJXw39U/TeL-lTZEJZI/AAAAAAAAD58/-zSNcJpuskU/s200/mike6small.JPG" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Mike now lives in Hanover, Pennsylvania, with his wife, Jen, and their three daughters. He writes a monthly column for Writer . . .Interrupted, was a newspaper correspondent/columnist for over three years, has published several articles for The Candle of Prayer inspirational booklets, and has edited and contributed to numerous Christian-themed Web sites and e-newsletters. Mike is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance, the Relief Writer's Network, the International Christian Writers, and International Thriller Writers. His short stories have appeared with Amazon Shorts and in Coach's Midnight Diner genre anthology. He received his BA degree in sports exercise and medicine from Messiah College and his MBS degree in theology from Master's Graduate School of Divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Dellosso writes novels of suspense for both the mind and the soul. He writes to both entertain and challenge. In addition to his novels, Mike is also an adjunct professor at Lancaster Bible College and a faculty member at the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writer's Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YygLrQx-u0/TeL-vkbIT-I/AAAAAAAAD6A/Ci9Uc9x-NOg/s1600/DarknessFollows.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YygLrQx-u0/TeL-vkbIT-I/AAAAAAAAD6A/Ci9Uc9x-NOg/s1600/DarknessFollows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Travis lives in a Civil War era farmhouse in Gettysburg, PA, where he awakens one morning to find an old journal with an entry by a Union soldier, Lt. Whiting…written in Sam’s own handwriting. When this happens several more times, both at night and during waking “trances,” Sam begins to question his own sanity while becoming obsessed with Lt. Whiting and his bone-chilling journal entries. As the entries begin to mimic Sam’s own life, he is drawn into an evil plot that could cost many lives, including his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the unconditional love of Sam's daughter, Eva, break through his hardened heart before a killer on the loose catches up with them and Sam’s past spurs him to do the unthinkable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the Prologue and first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1616382740"&gt;Darkness Follows&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/05/darkness-follows-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahSrGR1JXUM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahSrGR1JXUM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-4462736114261228353?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4462736114261228353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=4462736114261228353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/4462736114261228353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/4462736114261228353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/darkness-follows_31.html' title='Darkness Follows'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdxKLJXw39U/TeL-lTZEJZI/AAAAAAAAD58/-zSNcJpuskU/s72-c/mike6small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-3085543484636789389</id><published>2011-05-26T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:47:35.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>The Trigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s1600/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s200/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is time for a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingimpact.org/"&gt;Hon Hoh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0578071959"&gt;The Trigger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Living Impact (May 16, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Audra Jennings, Senior Media Specialist, The B&amp;amp;B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really enjoyed this book. It offered a different interpretation of Revelations prophecy, which was refreshing. In addition, the story line and characterization were good. It was very suspenseful, and moved along quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LvZsubF3xA/Tds9Dqv5R8I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/VpWW9bMVe-s/s1600/585%2BHoh%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LvZsubF3xA/Tds9Dqv5R8I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/VpWW9bMVe-s/s200/585%2BHoh%2Bphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610144894044161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hon S. Hoh is a gifted teacher of the Word. He is a minister committed to the calling that God has placed on his life. He began studying the Book of Revelation in Bible college, and he is passionate about reaching people with the truth and love of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh has been a pastor in Australia for over ten years and is gifted in preaching, teaching, and visionary leadership. He is a graduate of the University of Melbourne (Psychology), the Swinburne Institute of Technology, the Bible College of Victoria, and the Harvest Bible College (M.A. Ministry). Hoh worked in the field of social welfare prior to entering pastoral ministries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh is the author of Risen Lamb, Empowered Saints: The Book of Revelation Made Easy (Maryland: McDougal Publishing, 2002). His latest book, The Trigger: A Novel on the Revelation, is based closely on the theology expressed in his first book.&lt;br /&gt;Hoh is the founder and executive director of Living Impact Inc, a non-denominational Christian ministry with an emphasis on global missions. He founded the ministry to help fulfil the Great Commission in reaching some of the poorest and most unevangelized peoples of the world. Living Impact started at the turn of the century, in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.livingimpact.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIZjaWJOXhY/Tds9DQjjN7I/AAAAAAAAFJw/wWpFQyO4jNw/s1600/585%2BHoh%2Bcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIZjaWJOXhY/Tds9DQjjN7I/AAAAAAAAFJw/wWpFQyO4jNw/s200/585%2BHoh%2Bcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610144887013062578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do each of us play a role in the kingdom of God?  Can the choices we make affect God’s timing of future events?  Hon Hoh examines these questions while taking his readers on a riveting adventure in The Trigger: A Novel on the Revelation.  Through twists and turns, readers will be led on a powerful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trigger follows three individuals (a pastor, a spy, and a missionary) from three continents (the United States, China, and Australia) who find their lives merged in a single divine purpose: to win the last unreached people group on earth and usher in the Second Coming of Christ.  They must succeed in order to release the trigger for the return of the Lamb as declared in Matthew 24:14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their way stands a legion of demonic principalities intent on destroying the plan.  Against the backdrop of unprecedented persecution and the onslaught of cataclysmic events, they must remain steadfast in order to carry out the priority revealed to them by God.  It is evident that no believer will escape the greatest tribulation in human history and that only the matchless return of the King can deliver mankind from evil’s reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climactic battle between Good and Evil unfolds as Lucifer executes his definitive act of defiance: the global genocide of all Christians.  With the sound of the trumpets reverberating throughout the heavens, the events that have been set in motion must now complete their course.  Eternity and the fate of the earth are at stake, and there is no plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more than just another End-Times novel and theologically distinct from the Left Behind series, Hoh will alter the way you see the world and prepare you for the future.  This novel is based closely on Hoh’s theology expressed in his book Risen Lamb, Empowered Saints: The Book of Revelation Made Easy.  Although the events described are entirely fictional, they are but one of many plausible scenarios in which the end could occur.  Though these depictions may not arise for more than another hundred years, it is conceivable that they could begin to unfold within the next decade—or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh has written a thought-provoking and exciting novel that looks at the events leading up to the Second Coming and challenges us all to follow the plans that Christ has for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iobWUj_wyz8" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="257"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $19.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 368 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Living Impact (May 16, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 0578071959&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0578071954&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Josh felt exhilarated as he left the apartment of one of the five key leaders of the persecuted church in China. Preaching and teaching the scriptures was one of Josh’s greatest ministry gifts. A distinct and powerful anointing of the Spirit came upon him whenever he was engaged in the delivery of the Word of God. That was abundantly evident while he was speaking in the underground churches of Shanghai, China.&lt;br /&gt;“Jai Jian—goodbye,” Josh blurted out awkwardly. They were about the only Chinese words he had managed to learn in the past three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tank you for being good blessing to our people,” said Tai, one of the leaders sending him off. “Soli we cannot go wit you to airport; it not safe for us to do that for long time now. Government eyes everywhere, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;“I understand. God bless you, brothers.” Josh waved his final farewell as the yellow taxi drove slowly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything had gone remarkably smooth. Despite the heightened crackdown on underground churches in the past six months, he had not run into trouble with the Public Security Bureau. Around five hundred Han Chinese had made first-time decisions to follow Christ during the many evangelistic meetings in and around the Shanghai area. Josh’s teaching had been well received by congregations of all sizes, a few of which had as many as a thousand worshippers. The secret police had been well aware of those larger congregations for many years. According to the latest statistics, 48% of mainland Chinese professed to be Christian, but only 15% were registered with the government endorsed Three-Self Patriotic Church. The Communist Party was clearly worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Hongqiao Airport was relatively short; soon Josh was lining up to check in for his flight to Australia. He was looking forward to his stopover Down Under before traveling home. The queue was long, but Josh was relaxed, thankful that his Shanghai mission had gone so incredibly well. He had at least a dozen intriguing stories waiting to fascinate Beverly and Rebecca, the two most precious women in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His moment of reverie was quickly interrupted by a loud squeal as a dark green van braked to a stop at the entrance of the airport. Within seconds, a group of uniformed police stormed in the double glass doors. Josh quickly counted—there were eight of them. He tried to convince himself that it was just a routine operation in communist China, especially with the ongoing international clampdown on terrorist suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his dismay, the officers were moving in his direction. As they approached the United Airlines counter, Josh instinctively looked away. Surely they can’t be searching for me. The commotion was drawing closer to where he stood. He could feel his heart begin to race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Lord, make them blind to my presence if it’s me they’re After.&lt;br /&gt;He had barely completed his lightning prayer when he felt a firm tap on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Mr. McGuire?” One of the officers inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“Show me passport.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, but can you tell me what’s happening? I mean, is there a problem?” Josh handed the officer his American passport, trying to keep as calm as possible.&lt;br /&gt;With barely a glance at the document, the officer announced, “Come wit us, Mr. McGuire.”&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing his bags, Josh hoped they would ask him some questions at the airport, but they placed him in the police van instead and sped off, honking impatiently at the passersby.&lt;br /&gt;“May I know where you’re taking me, please?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Headquarter.”&lt;br /&gt;“The local police headquarters?”&lt;br /&gt;“No. MSS.”&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive my ignorance, sir, what is this MSS?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ministry of State Security! No more questions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh’s heart immediately sank with that curt reply. The Ministry of State Security was the Chinese equivalent of the CIA, or worse, the Soviet KGB in the former USSR. Josh figured that he could be in serious trouble. What did they want from him? What if they were after the names of his contacts, or wanted him to divulge some incriminating evidence? What was he going to do? Josh slid his left hand slowly on top of his trouser pocket to make sure his cell was still there. Perhaps he should call the American Embassy, if they’ll even let him. At least he was assured of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing, folks at home were praying. Bev would be, no doubt about that. His staff, his elders, and his band of intercessors had also assured him of their daily prayers.&lt;br /&gt;What’s your purpose for allowing this to happen, Lord? Strengthen me now that I may know and fulfill your will in this .Josh closed his eyes to focus on Jesus. It took a while for his heart to stop pounding. Gradually he began to sense the presence of God permeate his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&amp;lt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Michael was about to enter, then hesitated. The Twenty Four were in session, and he had no desire to interrupt. It was not that he was intimidated—the Twenty Four and the archangels had always gotten along perfectly well ever since the dawn of time, and angels have no human apprehensions—not archangels anyway. Like Michael, the twenty-four elders were spiritual beings of an exalted order, not humans, even though they were referred to as “elders” in that sacred scroll called the Apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the session they were having with the Lamb was of paramount importance. At the appropriate moment, Michael made an entrance into the throne room, kneeling before the King of Kings. He had always felt amazed before the presence of the Resurrected One. Since the ascension of Jesus over two thousand years ago, the splendor of the Lamb had never ceased to create a sense of awe and wonderment in him. The face of Jesus beamed with pure power, and His voice thundered mightier than Niagara Falls. The matchless Lamb of God was on the throne—the only one worthy to open the seven seals, slain in weakness yet risen with power. For centuries angels had striven to determine Yahweh’s plan of salvation, but they couldn’t—until the crucifixion and resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb stood to welcome Michael into the celestial council, and immediately the Twenty Four bowed in worship as Jesus rose to His feet. Michael could not get accustomed to that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glorified Son of God, the Alpha and the Omega, approached to make him feel welcome while he elders knelt in meek reverence to the Almighty. Then again, the Ascended One did put His hand on old Apostle John, saying, “Do not be afraid,” when the beloved disciple first received the vision of Revelation. John was trembling with dread as any man would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive me for interrupting, my LORD,” Michael said. “The accuser has come to make his demands once again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We know what he wants,” one of the Twenty Four said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael nodded. “Yes, he wants all restraints to be removed so that he can begin his vengeful and wicked scheme.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell the evil one,” Jesus said, “that Gabriel will be out of his way only at the appointed time. If he maneuvers for more information, you may reveal a little extra at your own discretion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, my LORD.” Michael took a bow to the Lamb and the elders before exiting the throne room. As he was leaving the chamber, he heard one of the spiritual beings ask, “While we are on the matter, LORD, may I inquire if our favored servant is on schedule?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most definitely,” the Lamb said. “It is progressing exactly as I have anticipated; he truly does have an obedient heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael smiled, and sped to his destination in a brilliant beam of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&amp;lt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The interrogation room was bright and clinical. The entire building looked new, or at least recently renovated. In the middle of the room was a chrome rectangular table with a red chair on each side. The walls were painted stark white, with no sign of a two way mirror on any of them. The guards confiscated Josh’s phone and ordered him to sit and wait for the interrogating officer. He looked at his wristwatch; it was 10:15 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the door swung open. Two sagacious-looking agents entered swiftly, files in hand. The female officer sat down without a word, studying the files. The silence was disquieting and deafening, with the only sound an antiquated Mandarin clock on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock, on it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. McGuire, what have you been doing in Shanghai?” the woman finally asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I came as a tourist. This is my first time in China.” Josh was relieved to tell the truth. He was touring the underground house churches and some Three-Self congregations, and he had ticked the ‘tourist’ box on the disembarkation form on arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you been visiting illegal churches?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you ask?” Josh tried to give nothing away. Maybe they are only fishing for information, he hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We know you’ve been preaching Christianity at some illegal gatherings.”&lt;br /&gt;Josh swallowed hard. “Have you been following me? Why is it illegal to worship God?”&lt;br /&gt;The man who was standing next to the female officer weighed in, “We don’t want to waste your time, Mr. McGuire, and believe me, you don’t want to waste ours. Whether you get out of here in a matter of hours, days, or weeks is up to you. Just answer the questions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment Josh was glad he didn’t say months or years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are your contacts for the house churches? We want all their names!”&lt;br /&gt;Josh was silent. He could not give them the names of the underground leaders. It would implicate them, and they could be imprisoned for years as a result. Those flourishing house churches could be closed down forever. Josh did not want to jeopardize the work of God, no matter what they might do to him personally. He decided to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Names, Mr. McGuire!”&lt;br /&gt;Josh stared hard at the files on the table in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your contacts, McGuire, or you will know the true meaning of PAIN,” the male officer hollered, pounding the table with his huge palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh clasped his hands tight beneath the table and raised his eyes to bravely meet the agent’s.&lt;br /&gt;The man swung his fist in a rapid move, striking Josh with the back of his knuckles. The blow landed hard upon his right cheek. He fell off his chair on to the floor, and bubbles of blood instantly oozed from his nose.&lt;br /&gt;A solid kick directed firmly at the abdomen followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh gritted his teeth to endure the agony. He had never been punched or kicked by a grown man in his life. He’d had fights with others when he was a young boy, but that was long ago and far different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…demand…to see the U.S. ambassador,” Josh managed to say, groaning as he sat up on the floor. “You…have no right to strike me…. I’m a citizen of the United States.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, you can tell that to the chief when you see him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two agents stormed out the room, infuriated by Josh’s refusal to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Did he say the chief? That was probably the last person Josh wanted to see; he could imagine a three-headed beast coming to torture him. With his handkerchief, Josh wiped the blood off his nose. Oh, Lord Jesus, help me to fear nothing and no one. Help me to be your faithful witness, and when your purpose for this is completed, get me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing Josh could do in the interrogation room but wait, pray, and not allow his imagination to run wild with anxiety. He remembered the strong anticipation he’d had for this trip and the thrill he’d felt at the airport before boarding. For a long time, particularly after the much-needed renovation, JFK has been his favorite airport. Actually, he had quite enjoyed visiting international airports around the world. This in spite of September Eleventh, which had taken place thirty-one years ago. Airports had not been quite the same since; for some, flying had permanently lost its appeal, with pleasure being replaced by apprehension and in some cases loathing because of those obtrusive security checks. The same couldn’t be said for Josh, though. Perhaps it still gave him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sense of adventure—the restaurants and cafes, the bookstores, the movement of different people, planes taking off, each stirring within him a feeling of embarking toward something exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was often hard saying goodbye for the pastor and his wife, even if it was only for four weeks. One month could seem like a long time, and it sure did feel that way for Josh and Bev, particularly for this trip. He was travelling to a “closed” country on a mission, ministering and preaching at different underground churches. In the continuing era of international terrorism, he knew how difficult it would be for Bev not to worry about this particular mission of his. But her faith in God’s willingness and capacity to protect His own in any and every circumstance had rarely wavered over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh remembered Rebecca, who’d been waiting ruefully at the front door, looking a little sad but eager to give Josh her warmest goodbye hug. “Go give them all you’ve got, Dad. I’ll be waging war on your behalf 24-7, both mom and I.” She’d given him the tightest bear squeeze a teenager can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you will, my panda bear. And you’ll look after mom for me, won’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;He used to call her panda bear when she was little. He would never forget that cherished occasion when Rebecca was just four years old. She was playing in bed with both him and Bev when he cuddled her gently and asked, “Will you still be my panda bear when you grow up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, a BIG ONE!” was her spontaneous reply. They all broke into laughter. It was one of those precious moments enshrined forever in his memory. Now she was sixteen, and exceedingly pretty with her mesmerizing blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Josh recalled giving Bev a long caress. “The Lord is with you as always, my dear, so there’s nothing to fear. Love you heaps.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll be fine, hon, don’t worry about us. I’ll be praying hard for you. Hurry on now, Bill’s been out there a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Bill Davies had been patiently waiting in his white limousine for Josh to say his good-byes. He usually insisted on chauffeuring his pastor to JFK, knowing that Bev didn’t fancy the 90-minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love ’em lots, don’t you? Gonna miss them, I bet?” the Senator had said when Josh climbed into the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah! Not much,” Josh had joked, half-smiling, staring blankly out the tinted window.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a great pastor, Josh, and you have a wonderful relationship with Bev and Rebecca. Everyone in the church knows that. But tell me, why do you do this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Do what, pal?”&lt;br /&gt;“Go preaching to these dangerous and peculiar places.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Compelled to.”&lt;br /&gt;“Just make sure we don’t have to send in our Special Forces to get you out of the ‘Middle Kingdom,’ okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I won’t bother; God has already sent His units ahead of me. Your guys are no match for His.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senator had smiled and nodded. “Dead right there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given what had just transpired in the last four hours, Josh sure hoped Bill wouldn’t have to stage a rescue from Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&amp;lt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Darkness had been pacing restlessly. His hollow eyes revealed nothing except a pit of venomous hatred stretching back through eternity. “What took you so long? Did He just delay you as usual?” The voice of Satan, once called Lucifer, was deep and demeaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep your sarcasm to yourself,” Michael commanded, unfazed by Satan’s provocation, though saddened at the sight of such insatiable evil. “You shall not begin global persecution of the faithful until the time foreordained by the LORD God Almighty. Gabriel will not be out of your way until then.”&lt;br /&gt;“Spare me your totalitarian autocratic babble. Tell me when that time is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the designated one is born again—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And who might that be?”&lt;br /&gt;“You know.”&lt;br /&gt;“I see. You mean the one whom my foot soldier has been pestering the last few years. Why is that pathetic, insignificant soul so important?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The LORD rebukes you, Satan. I do not want to see your face here ag—”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you surely will. Just let Him know that I have the right to begin implementing my great plan for the earth when the hour arrives. I will not wait for even half a second longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the devil swept out on his scheming way, Gabriel appeared alongside Michael. His being emitted a pure, shimmering glow, much like his comrade except for a tint of sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Day is drawing very near indeed,” Gabriel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are right, my friend. The Great Commission has made outstanding progress over the past two decades. The gospel of our LORD has touched almost every people of every nation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only one city and one group remain…our very last bastion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm. The final frontier...”&lt;br /&gt;From an enormous distance, they were taking an extended gaze at the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was exceptionally beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-3085543484636789389?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3085543484636789389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=3085543484636789389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3085543484636789389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3085543484636789389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/trigger.html' title='The Trigger'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s72-c/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-3102212960834989406</id><published>2011-05-24T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:41:58.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Over The Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="cursor: hand; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/143367162X"&gt;Over the Edge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;B&amp;amp;H Books (May 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://brandilyncollins.com/"&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;Brandilyn Collins is one of the best suspense writers. She gets the most possible mileage out of each written word so that you get beyond the sense that you are reading and you fall right into the story.  She is amazingly gifted, and the only thing I don't like about her books is that it takes her much longer to write them than it takes me to read them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book actually gets a bit more personal. Over the Edge is a medical mystery dealing with Lyme Disease, and if ticks creeped me out before this book, you can bet I'm not going near the woods not that I've read it! The research is comprehensive, so complete, in fact, that Brandilyn suffered through Lyme disease twice before writing the book. She knows how devastating this disease can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fabulous book, and I highly recommend it to anyone who is willing to stay out of the woods from this point on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;It's fast paced, incredibly well written and researched, and very plausible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0PynwqM6_U/TdnOA_Mp9DI/AAAAAAAAD5w/yTxQI5SfyI0/s1600/Brandilyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0PynwqM6_U/TdnOA_Mp9DI/AAAAAAAAD5w/yTxQI5SfyI0/s320/Brandilyn.jpg" width="208" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brandilyn Collins is an award-winning and best-selling novelist known for her trademark Seatbelt Suspense®. These harrowing crime thrillers have earned her the tagline "Don't forget to b r e a t h e..."®  Brandilyn's first book, &lt;i&gt;A Question of Innocence&lt;/i&gt;, was a true crime published by Avon in 1995. Its promotion landed her on local and national TV and radio, including the &lt;i&gt;Phil Donahue&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Leeza&lt;/i&gt; talk shows. Brandilyn is also known for her distinctive book on fiction-writing techniques, &lt;i&gt;Getting Into Character: Seven Secrets a Novelist Can Learn From Actors&lt;/i&gt; (John Wiley &amp;amp; Sons). She is now working on her 20th book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Brandilyn’s other latest release is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/031071933X"&gt;Final Touch&lt;/a&gt;, third in The Rayne Tour series—young adult suspense co-written with her daughter, Amberly. The Rayne Tour series features Shaley O’Connor, daughter of a rock star, who just may have it all—until murder crashes her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ9OuUx_1Y4/TdnNz2hqdBI/AAAAAAAAD5s/DwF8qWUlXEM/s1600/OvertheEdge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ9OuUx_1Y4/TdnNz2hqdBI/AAAAAAAAD5s/DwF8qWUlXEM/s200/OvertheEdge.jpg" width="131" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Torn from the front lines of medical debate and the author's own experience with Lyme Disease, Over the Edge is riveting fiction, full of twists and turns—and powerful truths about today's medical field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janessa McNeil’s husband, Dr. Brock McNeil, a researcher and professor at Stanford University's Department of Medicine, specializes in tick-borne diseases—especially Lyme. For years he has insisted that Chronic Lyme Disease doesn't exist. Even as patients across the country are getting sicker, the committee Brock chairs is about to announce its latest findings—which will further seal the door shut for Lyme treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One embittered man sets out to prove Dr. McNeil wrong by giving him a close-up view of the very disease he denies. The man infects Janessa with Lyme, then states his demand: convince her husband to publicly reverse his stand on Lyme—or their young daughter will be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Janessa's marriage is already rocky. She's so sick she can hardly move or think. And her husband denies she has Lyme at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Lyme wars, Janessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“A taut, heartbreaking thriller. Collins is a fine writer who knows how to both horrify readers and keep them turning pages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tense and dramatic. Holds its tension while following the protagonist in a withering battle.” –NY Journal of Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A frightening and all-too-real scenario. Very timely and meaningful book.” –RT Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you know someone who suffers from Lyme, you need to read this compelling novel.” –Lydia Niederwerfer, founder of Lyme-Aware&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the Prologue of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/143367162X"&gt;Over the Edge&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/05/over-edge-prologue.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cm6GgsJ66dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cm6GgsJ66dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="249"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-3102212960834989406?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3102212960834989406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=3102212960834989406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3102212960834989406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3102212960834989406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/over-edge.html' title='Over The Edge'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0PynwqM6_U/TdnOA_Mp9DI/AAAAAAAAD5w/yTxQI5SfyI0/s72-c/Brandilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-2899379898319803584</id><published>2011-05-10T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:23:41.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Darkness Follows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s1600/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s200/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is time for a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikedellosso.com/"&gt;Mike Dellosso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1616382740"&gt;Darkness Follows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Realms (May 3, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Anna Coelho Silva | Publicity Coordinator, Charisma House | Charisma Media for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;If you've every read a Mike Dellosso book before, you know not to read it alone in the dark! This is a great one to read in a crowded, well lit room! But make sure you have plenty of time, because you won't be able to put it down. Each chapter ends in a way that just requires you to keep reading! The story line is fabulous and the characters are so real you'll find yourself praying for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I love how he twists the Civil War and current day events together, contrasting darkness and evil with light and love. The character of Eva, the daughter of the main character, Sam, is my favorite. She has so much love and will do anything to try to show her father that God truly cares for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a real thriller -- hang on until the very last page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slZykG6KWZE/TcYIr0XkA8I/AAAAAAAAFGU/PoPpCxpFYck/s1600/del%2B092a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slZykG6KWZE/TcYIr0XkA8I/AAAAAAAAFGU/PoPpCxpFYck/s200/del%2B092a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604176335194031042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Mike now lives in Hanover, Pennsylvania, with his wife, Jen, and their three daughters. He is a regular columnist for AVirtuousWoman.org, was a newspaper correspondent/columnist for over three years, has published several articles for The Candle of Prayer inspirational booklets, and has edited and contributed to numerous Christian-themed websites and e-newsletters. Mike is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers association, the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance, the Relief Writer’s Network, and FaithWriters, and plans to join International Thriller Writers. He received his BA degree in sports exercise and medicine from Messiah College and his MBS degree in theology from Master’s Graduate School of Divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.mikedellosso.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKpDD7cxwWE/TcYIx4XtbRI/AAAAAAAAFGc/NB7OjRcEHL0/s1600/darkness%2Bfollows"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKpDD7cxwWE/TcYIx4XtbRI/AAAAAAAAFGc/NB7OjRcEHL0/s200/darkness%2Bfollows" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604176439347604754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam Travis lives in a Civil War era farmhouse in Gettysburg, PA, where he awakens one morning to find an old journal with an entry by a Union soldier, Lt. Whiting…written in Sam’s own handwriting. When this happens several more times, both at night and during waking “trances,” Sam begins to question his own sanity while becoming obsessed with Lt. Whiting and his bone-chilling journal entries. As the entries begin to mimic Sam’s own life, he is drawn into an evil plot that could cost many lives, including his own. Can the unconditional love of Sam’s daughter, Eva, break through his hardened heart before a killer on the loose catches up with them and Sam’s past spurs him to do the unthinkable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ahSrGR1JXUM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="330"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $13.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback:&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 304 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Realms (May 3, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1616382740&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1616382742&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Prologue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettysburg, 1863 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Samuel Whiting removed his gloves and sat on the cot in his tent. It had been a long, grueling day of battle, and his clothes were soaked through with sweat. He’d lost more men, good men, family men. Men who would never return home to their wives. Boys who would never again cross the thresholds of their parents’ homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned forward, removed his boots, and stretched his legs. The air in the tent was still and muggy. At least outside there was a light breeze to carry away the stench of the wounded. In here, the smells hung in the air like a haze. Beyond the canvas walls the sounds of soldiers—heroes—in the throes of agony wandered through the camp like the souls of dead men looking for rest. But there was no rest in a place like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single oil lamp sat on the floor, casting an orange glow about the tent’s interior. Samuel turned the knob on the lamp, giving more wick to the flame. The light brightened and the shadows darkened. From a writing box he removed a leather-bound journal, the one his mother had given him before he left to join Mr. Lincoln’s army. At the time he thought he was doing the right thing, thought he was fighting for a noble cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he thought differently. There was nothing noble about this war, nothing honorable about the way it was being fought nor the reasons for which it was being waged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dipping the tip of his quill into an inkwell, he put the tip to the paper and began to write. The words flowed from his hand, though they were not born of him but of something else, something dark and sinister, something to which he had finally given himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of the tent a shadow moved. He saw it from the corner of his eye. It was a shadow cast not by the oil lamp’s flame but by some other source, a source Samuel did not fully understand but felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow glided along the canvas, following the angles of the tent, and came to a stop beside the cot. There it seemed to lurk, to hover, as if curious to see what was being written on the pages of the journal. A chill blew over Samuel, penetrated his clothes and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flesh, and settled into his bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow began to throb in rhythm with Samuel’s beating heart. His quill moved across the paper more rapidly now, the point carving words—vitriol—at an alarming pace. His heart rate quickened and, with it, the pulsations of the shadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once a strong wind ruffled the canvas and brought with it a low howl that sounded more like a moan. It did not originate from outside the tent, from wounded and homesick boys, but rather from within, from the shadow. The wind circled the tent’s interior, stirred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pages of the journal, Samuel’s hair, his clothes, and finally, as if in one final great sigh, extinguished the light of the lamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Samuel Whiting was engulfed by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Travis awoke in the middle of the night, cold and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrified. The dream had come again. His brother. The shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did what you had to do, son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat up in bed and wiped the sweat from his brow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to him Molly stirred, grunted, and found his arm with her hand. “You OK, babe?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. I’m gonna go get some water.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sure?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found her forehead in the darkness and kissed it. “Yeah.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was as still and noiseless as a crypt. Sam made his way down the hall to Eva’s room, floorboards popping under his feet. He cracked the door and peeked in. The Tinker Bell night-light cast a soft purple hue over the room, giving it a moonlit glow. Odd-shaped shadows blotted the ceiling, like dark clouds against a darker sky. Eva was curled into a tight ball, head off the pillow, blankets at her feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam opened the door all the way, tiptoed to the bed, and pulled the covers to his daughter’s shoulders. She didn’t stir even the slightest. For a few hushed moments he stood and listened to her low rhythmic breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past six months had been hard on them all, but Eva had handled them surprisingly well. She was just a kid, barely seven, yet displayed the maturity of someone much older. Sam had never known that her faith, much like her mother’s, was so strong. His,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the door open a few inches. Farther down the hall he entered the bathroom, where another night-light, this one a blue flower, reflected off the porcelain tub, toilet, and sink. He splashed water from the faucet on his face. Remnants of the dream lingered and stuttered like bad cell phone reception. Just images now, faces, twisted and warped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After toweling off, he studied himself in the mirror. In the muted light the scar running above his ear didn’t look so bad. His hair was growing back and covered most of it. Oddly, the new crop was coming in gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From downstairs a voice called Sam’s name. A chill tightened the arc of his scar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sammy.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neither haunting nor unnatural, but familiar, conversational. It was the voice of his brother. Tommy. He’d heard it a thousand times in his youth, a hundred ghostly times since the accident that had turned his own brain to mush. The doctor called them auditory hallucinations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam exited the bathroom and stood at the top of the staircase. Dim light from the second floor spilled down the stairs into the foyer below, and the empty space looked like a strange planet, distant and odd. Who knew what bizarre creatures inhabited that land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what malicious intentions they harbored? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard that same voice—Tommy’s—calling to him. “Sammy.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shivered at the sound of his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dull ache had taken to the length of the scar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descending the stairs, Sam felt something dark, ominous, present in the house with him. He stopped and listened. He could almost hear it breathing, and with each breath, each exhalation, he heard his own name, now just a whisper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started down the stairs again, taking one at a time, holding the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;railing and trying to find the quiet places on the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of the stairway he looked at the front door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half expecting it to fly open and reveal Tommy standing there, with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half his head... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did what you had to do, son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked left into the dining room, then right into the living room. The voice was coming from the kitchen. Turning a one-eighty, he headed that way down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doorway Sam stopped and listened again. Now he heard nothing. No breathing, no whispers, no Tommy. The kitchen held the aroma of the evening’s meal—fettuccine Alfredo—like a remote memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tommy?” His own voice sounded too loud and strangely hollow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no idea why he said his brother’s name since he expected no reply. Tommy had been dead for—what?—twenty-one years. Thoughts of his death came to Sam’s mind, images from the dream. And not just his death but how he’d died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did what you had to do, son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From off in the distance Sam heard a cannon blast. Living in Gettysburg, near the battlefields, the sound was common during the month of July when the reenactments were going on. But not in the middle of the night. Not in November. Another blast echoed across the fields, then the percussion of rifle shots followed by a volley of more cannons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam walked back down the hall and opened the front door. He saw only darkness beyond the light of the porch lamp, but the sounds were unmistakable. Guns crackled in rapid succession, cannons boomed, men hollered and screamed, horses whinnied and roared. The sounds of battle were all around him. He expected Eva and Molly to stir from their sleep and come tripping down the stairs at any moment, but that didn’t happen. The house was as still and quiet as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing his arms over his chest, Sam stepped out onto the porch. Three rotting jack-o’-lanterns grinned at him like a gaggle of toothless geezers. The air was cold and damp, the grass wet with dew. Nervously he felt the bandage on his index finger. He’d slipped while carving one of the pumpkins and gouged his finger with the knife. Molly had thought he should get stitches, but he refused. It was still tender, throbbing slightly, healing up well enough on its own. Here, outside, the loamy smell of dead wet leaves surrounded him. Beyond the glow of the porch lamp, the outside world was black and lonely. The sky was moonless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the field and beyond the trees the battle continued but grew no louder. Sam gripped his head and held it with both hands. Was he going crazy? Had the accident triggered some weird psychosis? This couldn’t be real. It had to be a concoction of his damaged brain. An auditory hallucination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the sounds ceased and silence ruled. Dead silence. No whispers of a gentle breeze. No skittering of dry leaves across the driveway. No creak of old, naked branches. Not even the hum of the power lines paralleling the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam went back inside and shut the door. The dead bolt made a solid thunk as it slid into place. He didn’t want to go back upstairs, didn’t want to sleep in his own bed. Instead he went into the living room, lay on the sofa, and clicked on the TV. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was watching an old Star Trek rerun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam’s eyes opened slowly and tried to adjust to the soft morning light that seeped through the windows. He rolled to his side and felt something slide from his lap to the floor with a papery flutter. He’d not slept soundly on the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing himself up, he looked out the window. The sun had not yet cleared the horizon, and the sky was a hundred shades of pink. The house felt damp and chilly. The TV was off. Leaning to his left, he saw that the front door was open. Maybe Molly had gone out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already and not shut it behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Moll?” But there was no answer. “Eva?” The house was quiet. Sam stood to see if Molly was in the yard and noticed a notebook on the floor, its pages splayed like broken butterfly wings. Bending to pick it up, he recognized it as one of Eva’s notebooks in which she wrote her kid stories, tales of a dog named Max and of horses with wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning it over, he found a full page of writing. His writing. Before the accident he’d often helped Eva with her stories but had never written one himself. He’d thought about it many times but had never gotten around to doing it. There was always something more pressing, more important. Since his accident he’d had the time, home from work with nothing to do, but his brain just wasn’t working that way. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate. His attention span was that of a three-year-old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the sofa, he read the writing on the page, the writing of his own hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 19, 1863&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Samuel Whiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PennsylvanIa Independent Light Artillery, Battery E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am full of dArkness. It has coMpletely overshadowed me. My heart despairs; my soul swims in murky, colorless waters. I am not my own but a mere puppet in his hanD. My intent is evil, and I loathe what the dAy will bring, what I will accomplish. But I must do it. My feet have been positioned, my couRse has been set, and I amcompelled to follow. Darkness, he is my commander now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already smell the blood on my hands, and it turns my stomach. But, strangely, it excites me as well. I know it is the darKness within me, bloodthirsty devil that it is. It desires death, his death (the president), and I am beginning tounderstand why. He must die. He deserves nothing more than death. So much sufferiNg has come from his words, his policies, his will. He speaksof freedom but has enslaved so many in this cursed war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the pen trEmbles in my hand. I move it,not myself but the darkneSs guides it, as it guides my mind and will. Shadowy figures encircle me. I can see them all about the room, specters moving as lightly as wiSps of smoke. My hand trembles. Iam overcome. I am their slave. His slave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am notnotnotnotnotnotnotno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam let the notebook slip from his hands and scrape across the hardwood floor. Gooseflesh puckered his skin. He thought of last night’s battle sounds, of Tommy’s voice and feeling the darkness around him—the darkness. He remembered the grinning jack-o’lanterns, the click of the sliding dead bolt. He had no memory of turning off the TV and opening the door, nor of finding Eva’s notebook and writing this nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was happening to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood and went to the front door, barely aware of his feet moving under him. With one elbow on the doorjamb he poked his head outside and scanned the front yard, listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Moll?” His voice was weak and broke mid-word. There was no answer. If Molly was out here, she must be around back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as if last night’s ethereal battle had landed in his front yard, a rifle shot split the morning air, and the living room window exploded in a spray of glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-2899379898319803584?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2899379898319803584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=2899379898319803584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2899379898319803584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2899379898319803584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/darkness-follows.html' title='Darkness Follows'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s72-c/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8663061222308213083</id><published>2011-05-06T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:29:32.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>To Win Her Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764207571"&gt;To Win Her Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (May 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karenwitemeyer.com/"&gt;Karen Witemeyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgmSoA4XQac/TcDE-Eqbm4I/AAAAAAAAD4s/RDx--Szsk34/s1600/karen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgmSoA4XQac/TcDE-Eqbm4I/AAAAAAAAD4s/RDx--Szsk34/s200/karen.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Karen Witemeyer is a deacon's wife and mother of three who believes the world needs more happily-ever-afters. To that end, she combines her love of bygone eras with her passion for helping women mature in Christ to craft historical romance novels that lift the spirit and nurture the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After growing up in California, Karen moved to Texas to attend Abilene Christian University where she earned bachelor and master's degrees in Psychology. It was also there that she met and married her own Texas hero. He roped her in good, for she has lived in Texas ever since. In fact, she fell so in love with this rugged land of sweeping sunsets and enduring pioneer spirit, that she incorporates it into the pages of her novels, setting her stories in the small towns of a state that burgeoned into greatness in the mid- to late1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen is living her dream by writing Christian historical romance novels for Bethany House. When she visited her publisher back in January of 2010, she was interviewed by the staff. If you'd like a behind-the-scenes glimpse into how she develops her story ideas and a description of her bumpy journey to publication, click &lt;a href="http://www.karenwitemeyer.com/images/pod1.wma"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to a podcast of that interview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ery5wDYLrMQ/TcDFOhwlsyI/AAAAAAAAD40/VVETuSPqxsQ/s1600/ToWinHerHeart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ery5wDYLrMQ/TcDFOhwlsyI/AAAAAAAAD40/VVETuSPqxsQ/s200/ToWinHerHeart.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After completing his sentence for the unintentional crime that derailed his youthful plans for fame and fortune, Levi Grant looks to start over in the town of Spencer, Texas. Spencer needs a blacksmith, a trade he learned at his father’s knee, and he needs a place where no one knows his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden Spencer has sworn off men, choosing instead to devote her time to the lending library she runs in the town her father founded. When a mountain-sized stranger walks through her door and asks to borrow a book, she's reluctant to trust him. Yet as the mysteries of the town’s new blacksmith unfold, Eden discovers hidden depths in him that tempt her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden believes she's finally found a man of honor and integrity. But when the truth about Levi's prodigal past comes to light, can this tarnished hero find a way to win back the librarian’s affections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764207571"&gt;To Win Her Heart&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/05/t-win-her-heart.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-8663061222308213083?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8663061222308213083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=8663061222308213083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8663061222308213083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8663061222308213083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-win-her-heart.html' title='To Win Her Heart'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgmSoA4XQac/TcDE-Eqbm4I/AAAAAAAAD4s/RDx--Szsk34/s72-c/karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1288815315162381664</id><published>2011-05-04T06:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T07:02:31.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Pearl by Tricia Goyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.blogspot.com/search/label/Mother%20of%20Pearl" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9A3EDOGRiw/Tbsqw0j4fmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bbWXMyPBUJg/s1600/motherofpearl2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mother of Pearl&lt;/i&gt; Mother's Day blog serie&lt;/b&gt;s. The series is week long celebration of moms and mothering. Each day will feature a new post by some of today's best writer's (Tricia Goyer, Megan Alexander, Suzanne Woods Fisher, Beth Engelman, Holley Gerth, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, and more). I hope you'll join us each day for another unique perspective on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND ... do enter the contest for a chance to win a beautiful hand crafted pearl necklace. &lt;/b&gt;To enter, just {&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets4.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dFZ1ZEJyMmFSZ1FwVk82a3JFRzJsMlE6MA%20"&gt;CLICK THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;} and fill out the short form. Contest runs 5/1-5/8 and the winner will on 5/11. Contest is only open to US and Canadian residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, please visit &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlgirls.info/"&gt;www.pearlgirls.info&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and see what we're all about. In short, we exist to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/books/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;or one of the&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/pearlgirls/"&gt;Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (all GREAT Mother's Day gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And to all you MOMS out there! Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:large;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Adoption, a Mother's Greatest Gift by Tricia Goyer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the small baby in my arms, wrapped up in a receiving blanket to keep her warm from the chill of the delivery room, and a voice spoke to me. "Congratulations, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congratulations came from an unlikely source--the grandmother of this child, the mother of the sweet birth mother who chose adoption for her baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I was overwhelmed is an understatement. Thankfulness filled my heart--to God who'd answered my prayers and to the birth mom who'd chosen our family for her daughter. I also ached that my joy would be another's heartache. Working with teen moms for ten years, I was often an advocate for the young mother. I knew that while the weeks and months ahead would be a time of celebration for our family, they would be ones of heartache and grieving for this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoption is a wonder and the beauty, and the sacrifice of it is never so clear as on Mother's Day. My new daughter is one-years-old now and she huge is a part of my heart. Her life is a gift to my days and her smile can make even the most dreary afternoon bright. I can honestly say there is no difference in the love I feel between her and my three other children. If anything the love feels even more special because she was an unexpected gift. John and I learned about her life just 2 ½ months prior to her being born. The years of prayers to expand our family were answered quickly and beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of adoption makes my heart ache, for I know on this Mother's Day another woman will be thinking about my daughter—her daughter. As I rejoice, I'll be crying tears for her. I'll also be sending up prayers that God will wrap His arms around her in a special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day I cannot help to think about Christ's sacrifice to make our adoption into God's family possible. Maybe it's because just a few weeks ago we were celebrating Easter, but I'm reminded anew that my gain required His loss, His pain. The greatest love, it seems, is not shown with flowers, chocolate or a diamond bracelet. The greatest love is shown when, because of your love for another, your desires and comfort are laid down for the greater good of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ephesians 1:3 says,&lt;i&gt; “How blessed is God! And what a blessing he is! He's the Father of our Master, Jesus Christ, and takes us to the high places of blessing in him. Long before he laid down earth's foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. (What pleasure he took in planning this!) He wanted us to enter into the celebration of his lavish gift-giving by the hand of his beloved Son”&lt;/i&gt; (The Message).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you know an adoptive mother. Take time this Mother's Day to let her know that the beauty of her gift is not missed by you. Also, take time to thank God for adopting you into His forever family, thanking Jesus Christ for His sacrifice. I wouldn't be the mother I am without this Gift of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tricia Goyer is the author of twenty-six books including Beside Still Waters, The Swiss Courier, and the mommy memoir, Blue Like Play Dough. She won Historical Novel of the Year in 2005 and 2006 from ACFW, and was honored with the Writer of the Year award from Mt. Hermon Writer's Conference in 2003. Tricia's book Life Interrupted was a finalist for the Gold Medallion in 2005. In addition to her novels, Tricia writes non-fiction books and magazine articles for publications like MomSense and Thriving Family. Tricia is a regular speaker at conventions and conferences, and has been a workshop presenter at the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International Conventions. She and her family make their home in Little Rock, Arkansas where they are part of the ministry of FamilyLife. &lt;a href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/"&gt;www.triciagoyer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1288815315162381664?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1288815315162381664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1288815315162381664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1288815315162381664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1288815315162381664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-of-pearl-by-tricia-goyer.html' title='Mother of Pearl by Tricia Goyer'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9A3EDOGRiw/Tbsqw0j4fmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bbWXMyPBUJg/s72-c/motherofpearl2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-6496774424218694576</id><published>2011-05-03T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T08:05:34.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Pearl by Megan Alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.blogspot.com/search/label/Mother%20of%20Pearl" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9A3EDOGRiw/Tbsqw0j4fmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bbWXMyPBUJg/s1600/motherofpearl2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mother of Pearl&lt;/i&gt; Mother's Day blog serie&lt;/b&gt;s. The series is week long celebration of moms and mothering. Each day will feature a new post by some of today's best writer's (Tricia Goyer, Megan Alexander, Suzanne Woods Fisher, Beth Engelman, Holley Gerth, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, and more). I hope you'll join us each day for another unique perspective on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND ... do enter the contest for a chance to win a beautiful hand crafted pearl necklace. &lt;/b&gt;To enter, just {&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets4.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dFZ1ZEJyMmFSZ1FwVk82a3JFRzJsMlE6MA%20"&gt;CLICK THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;} and fill out the short form. Contest runs 5/1-5/8 and the winner will on 5/11. Contest is only open to US and Canadian residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, please visit &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlgirls.info/"&gt;www.pearlgirls.info&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and see what we're all about. In short, we exist to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/books/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;or one of the&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/pearlgirls/"&gt;Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (all GREAT Mother's Day gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And to all you MOMS out there! Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:large;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A Merry Heart ... by Megan Alexander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes family is really all you need. This was reinforced to me when my Mother shared a story a few days ago about her mother, my Grandma. You see, when my Grandma was a very young girl, around age 10, she was diagnosed with polio. This meant long hospital stays, extremely limited interaction with children her own age and lonely days staring out the window from her hospital bed. In those days, with polio, they felt keeping the children very subdued and quiet was best, and this particular hospital was as drab as can be. It was also during the time of the Depression, which meant money was tight and life was tough. Day in and day out, she was given the best medicine and treatment, but she wasn’t thriving and recovering. Daily visits from adult doctors and specialists is not exactly stimulating for a young girl. Her health was so poor, at one point, a Catholic Priest had administered the "last rites" at her bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, her older brother and sister decided to sneak some brand new baby kittens into her hospital room. Their cat Fitzy had just had babies, and the cute kittens were small enough to put in a basket. Upon entering her room, my mother says they quietly took off the lid and showed my Grandma the sweet little kittens and let her cuddle with them. Her mother, my Great Grandmother, observed my Grandma’s mood instantly lift. Her eyes sparkled and she squealed with delight at the cute kitties! Her whole demeanor changed and she came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great Grandma took all this in and made a decision that day. She decided that my Grandma would heal much better at home. She promptly checked my Grandma out of the hospital and brought her home with her family. My Grandma did gradually recover, among the love and warmth of her family. You know what Proverbs 17 says “ A merry heart does good like a medicine.” Also, I can imagine that she healed emotionally and physically and spiritually as well and that combined strength wouldn't have been possible in the hospital alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left that day, the hospital instructed my Great Grandmother to massage my Grandma’s legs everyday, something she promised the hospital she would do, and she did. My Grandma was one of the few people we know who did not have a limp or shortened leg due to polio. And perhaps most importantly, the entire family was always praying for my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that medicine is bad or not necessary. But there is no cure quite like the warmth of your family. Its like milk, it simply does a body good. As a pregnant Mom about to give birth to a baby boy, I am inspired to provide this same love to my child. May he feel the same warm love from his family that my Grandma felt from her’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this same way, we are called sons and daughters of God. Galatians 4:1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Now I say that the heir, as long as he is a child, does not differ at all from a slave, though he is master of all, but is under guardians and stewards until the time appointed by the father. Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world. But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying out, "Abba, Father!" Therefore you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God claims you and I as his children. This is a wonderful gift and identity that is good for our heart and soul, and something that is more powerful than all the medicine in the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Alexander can be seen nightly as a television correspondent for the top rated news magazine show “Inside Edition”.  She also appears on the CNN program “Showbiz Tonight”. She especially enjoys reporting on stories with a heart. She graduated from Westmont College with a degree in Political Science. She loves speaking to youth and works with Girls Inc and National American Miss. She and her husband reside in the New York City area and attend Redeemer Church of Manhattan. For more on Megan, go to &lt;a href="http://www.meganalexander.com/"&gt;www.meganalexander.com&lt;/a&gt;. Megan’s mother, Mary, resides in Seattle and provided insight into this essay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6496774424218694576?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6496774424218694576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6496774424218694576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6496774424218694576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6496774424218694576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-of-pearl-by-megan-alexander.html' title='Mother of Pearl by Megan Alexander'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9A3EDOGRiw/Tbsqw0j4fmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bbWXMyPBUJg/s72-c/motherofpearl2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8328772047669765303</id><published>2011-05-02T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:36:46.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.blogspot.com/search/label/Mother%20of%20Pearl" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9A3EDOGRiw/Tbsqw0j4fmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bbWXMyPBUJg/s1600/motherofpearl2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mother of Pearl&lt;/i&gt; Mother's Day blog serie&lt;/b&gt;s. The series is week long celebration of moms and mothering. Each day will feature a new post by some of today's best writer's (Tricia Goyer, Megan Alexander, Suzanne Woods Fisher, Beth Engelman, Holley Gerth, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, and more). I hope you'll join us each day for another unique perspective on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND ... do enter the contest for a chance to win a beautiful hand crafted pearl necklace. &lt;/b&gt;To enter, just {&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets4.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dFZ1ZEJyMmFSZ1FwVk82a3JFRzJsMlE6MA%20"&gt;CLICK THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;} and fill out the short form. Contest runs 5/1-5/8 and the winner will on 5/11. Contest is only open to US and Canadian residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, please visit &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlgirls.info/"&gt;www.pearlgirls.info&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and see what we're all about. In short, we exist to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/books/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;or one of the&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://margaretmcsweeney.com/pearlgirls/"&gt;Pearl Girls&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (all GREAT Mother's Day gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And to all you MOMS out there! Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3 DIY Mother’s Day Gifts that Celebrate Family By Beth Engelman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother’s Day, celebrate family with this crafty games the whole family can enjoy.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Block Photo Puzzle &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does this 6-sided photo puzzle provide hours of family fun, but it’s also a great way to reuse favorite family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;•    9 - Wooden Blocks (Use old alphabet blocks)&lt;br /&gt;•    6 - 8 x 10 Photograph Prints or Colored Copies&lt;br /&gt;•    Ruler&lt;br /&gt;•    Scissors&lt;br /&gt;•    Mod Podge and Paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Arrange blocks in a square and measure the length and width of the square.&lt;br /&gt;2. Measure and cut print to the exact same size as the 9-block square.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place blocks in a square on top of print. Position blocks so they’re lined up neatly and as close together as possible.&lt;br /&gt;4. Trace and cut the outline of each block.&lt;br /&gt;5. Glue print pieces to blocks using Mod Podge. Set aside to dry and then seal with 1-2 top layers of Mod Podge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Repeat process until all 6 sides of the blocks are covered with different photographs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the creative folks at www.photojojo.com for sharing this idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Go Fish with the Family” Card Game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gift is perfect for Moms who like card games. Another bonus?  There’s always room to “grow” the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;•    Camera&lt;br /&gt;•    Double stick tape, or a glue stick&lt;br /&gt;•    Several pieces of cardstock (one color)&lt;br /&gt;•    Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Take pictures of each family member and develop the pictures in duplicates (3x5 or 4x6 is fine, just make sure all the pictures are the same size).&lt;br /&gt;2.    Turn the pictures into playing cards by gluing or taping a piece of card-stock to the backside of each picture.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Game ideas include “Go Fishing with the Family” which is similar to “Go Fish” but, instead of matching numbers, the object is to collect matching pairs of photos. “Memory” is another fun game to play.  Place the cards face down in a grid and try to find matching pairs of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Bingo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my house, Bingo is always a big hit because regardless of age or skill level, everyone has the same chance to win.  However this version is extra special because the playing boards are populated with pictures of family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;•    Color Coordinated Game Boards (&lt;a href="http://hoffmangraphics.com/%7Emommy/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/HEART_Bingo.pdf"&gt;download here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;•    Images of Family Members (use photographs, drawings or clip art)&lt;br /&gt;•    Bingo Markers (pennies, pebbles or buttons)&lt;br /&gt;•    Glue and Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Create the game boards:  Download and print desired number of game-boards. Remember each player gets a different game board.&lt;br /&gt;2.    Color-copy and paste images of family members onto each game board.  Remember to paste one person per square and make each board slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Make “call-out cards” by writing the name of each family member in yellow, green, blue, purple and pink (which coordinates with the colors on the board)&lt;br /&gt;4.    To Play: Game play is similar to traditional Bingo except the caller will randomly select a call-out card and then read the color and person.  For example, “Blue, Grandma Mary” means there is a picture of Grandma Mary in a blue square.  Just like Bingo, the first person to get 5 in a row (horizontally, vertically or diagonally) wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Engelman is a columnist for the Sun Times News Group’s Pioneer Press. Her column “Mommy on a Shoestring,” appears in over 30 local papers around Chicago area as well as on the Sun-times website where you can also view her Mommy on a Shoestring video series. She is also a regular on “You and Me this Morning” on WCIU and is frequent contributor for WGN America’s Midday News at Noon.  Recently, Beth was chosen by a celebrity panel from NBC Universal and iVillage to become one of 15 national  “mom” correspondents for NBC’s popular website, &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/"&gt;www.ivillage.com&lt;/a&gt; (over 3 million visitors a day) where she reports on issues that affect moms, families and communities such as bullying, divorce and weight loss.  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If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lizcurtishiggs.com/"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1400070023"&gt;Mine Is the Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WaterBrook Press (March 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Cindy Brovsky of Random House Inc. for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs has done it again! This is the sequel to Here Burns My Candle that I have been waiting for. The two books are actually a retelling of the Ruth and Naomi story from the Bible, reset in eighteenth century Scotland, and the story is fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liz totally envelopes the reader in the surroundings and the time. Without realizing it, you get a history and culture lesson in addition to a fabulous story. I love the way she slowly builds caring romances and friendships through the book and throws some unexpected twists in for a dash of fun! A must read for those who love history, romance, Scotland, the story of Ruth and Naomi, or anyone looking for a new twist on a familiar story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cCKa6JARUQ/TbTVeqzuvkI/AAAAAAAAFDk/OWVR2QC4qFk/s1600/Higgs%252C%2BLiz%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cCKa6JARUQ/TbTVeqzuvkI/AAAAAAAAFDk/OWVR2QC4qFk/s200/Higgs%252C%2BLiz%2B2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599334959592422978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs is the author of 28 books with three million copies in print, including: her best-selling historical novels, Here Burns My Candle, Thorn in My Heart, Fair Is the Rose, Christy Award-winner Whence Came a Prince, Grace in Thine Eyes, a Christy Award finalist, and Here Burns My Candle, a RT Book Reviews Award finalist; My Heart’s in the Lowlands: Ten Days in Bonny Scotland, an armchair travel guide to Galloway; and her contemporary novels, Mixed Signals, a Rita Award finalist, and Bookends, a Christy Award finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.lizcurtishiggs.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. You’ll also find her on Facebook and Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f45lb8rRQCs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="255"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7vbfirX8u8/TbTV1W_u3cI/AAAAAAAAFDs/H6oZzRcLD2w/s1600/Mine%2Bis%2Bthe%2BNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7vbfirX8u8/TbTV1W_u3cI/AAAAAAAAFDs/H6oZzRcLD2w/s200/Mine%2Bis%2Bthe%2BNight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335349411044802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The emotional and spiritual journey that began with Here Burns My Candle (WaterBrook Press, 2010) soars to a triumphant finish in Mine Is the Night (WaterBrook Press, March 15, 2011) a dramatic and decidedly Scottish retelling of the biblical love story of Boaz and Ruth. A compelling tale of redemption and restoration, the latest novel from best-selling author Liz Curtis Higgs transports both story and reader to 18th century Scotland, where two widows are forced to begin anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eZtq6JD37_M?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="255"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $14.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 464 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: WaterBrook Press (March 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1400070023&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1400070022&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 307px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foul whisperings are abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selkirkshire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 April 1746&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distant hoofbeats were growing louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elisabeth Kerr quickly pushed aside the curtain and leaned out the carriage window. A cool spring rain, borne on a blustery wind, stung her cheeks. She could not see the riders on horseback, hidden by the steep hill behind her. But she could hear them galloping hard, closing the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Her mother-in-law seemed unconcerned, her attention drawn to the puddle forming at their feet. A frown creased her brow. “Do you mean for us to arrive in Selkirk even more disheveled than we already are?” Three long days of being jostled about in a cramped and dirty coach had left Marjory Kerr in a mood as foul as the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “’Tis not the rain that concerns me.” Elisabeth resumed her seat, feeling a bit unsteady. “No ordinary traveling party would ride with such haste.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Marjory’s breath caught. “Surely you do not think—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Had they not heard the rumors at every inn and coaching halt? King George’s men were scouring the countryside for anyone who’d aided bonny Prince Charlie in his disastrous bid to reclaim the British throne for the long-deposed Stuarts. Each whispered account was worse than the last. Wounded rebel soldiers clubbed to death. Houses burned with entire families inside. Wives and daughters ravished by British dragoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Help us, Lord. Please. Elisabeth slipped her arm round her mother-in-law’s shoulders as she heard the riders crest the hill and bear down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “We were almost home,” Marjory fretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “The Lord will rescue us,” Elisabeth said firmly, and then they were overtaken. A male voice cut through the rain-soaked air, and the carriage jarred to a halt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mr. Dewar, their round-bellied coachman, dropped from his perch and landed by the window with a grunt. He rocked back on his heels until he found his balance, then yanked open the carriage door without ceremony. “Beg yer pardon, leddies. The captain here would have a wird with ye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Marjory’s temper flared. “He cannot expect us to stand in the rain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “On the contrary, madam.” A British dragoon dismounted and rolled into view like a loaded cannon. His shoulders were broad, his legs short, his neck invisible. “I insist upon it. At once, if you please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With a silent prayer for strength, Elisabeth gathered her hoops and maneuvered through the narrow carriage doorway. She was grateful for Mr. Dewar’s hand as she stepped down, trying not to drag her skirts through the mud. Despite the evening gloom, her eyes traced the outline of a hillside town not far south. Almost home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The captain, whom Elisabeth guessed to be about five-and-forty years, watched in stony silence as Marjory disembarked. His scarlet coat was drenched, his cuffed, black boots were covered with filth, and the soggy brim of his cocked hat bore a noticeable wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He was also shorter than Elisabeth had first imagined. When she lifted her head, making the most of her long neck, she was fully two inches taller than he. Some days she bemoaned her height but not this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By the time Marjory joined her on the roadside, a half-dozen uniformed men had crowded round. Broadswords hung at their sides, yet their scowls were far more menacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Come now,” Mr. Dewar said gruffly. “Ye’ve nae need to frighten my passengers. State yer business, and be done with it. We’ve little daylight left and less than a mile to travel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Selkirk is your destination?” The captain seemed disappointed. “Not many Highland rebels to be found there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “’Tis a royal burgh,” Marjory told him, her irritation showing. “Our townsfolk have been loyal to the crown for centuries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elisabeth shot her a guarded look. Have a care, dear Marjory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The captain ignored her mother-in-law’s comments, all the while studying their plain black gowns, a curious light in his eyes. “In mourning, are we? For husbands, I’ll wager.” He took a brazen step toward Elisabeth, standing entirely too close. “Tell me, lass. Did your men give their lives in service to King George? At Falkirk perhaps? Or Culloden?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She could not risk a lie. Yet she could not speak the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Please, Lord, give me the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elisabeth took a long, slow breath, then spoke from her heart. “Our brave men died at Falkirk honoring the King who has no equal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He cocked one eyebrow. “Did they now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Aye.” She met the captain’s gaze without flinching, well aware of which sovereign she had in mind. I am God, and there is none like me. She’d not lied. Nor had the dragoon grasped the truth behind her words: by divine right the crown belonged to Prince Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No one compares to His Royal Highness, King George,” he said expansively. “Though I am sorry for your loss. No doubt your men died heroes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elisabeth merely nodded, praying he’d not ask their names. A list of royalist soldiers killed at Falkirk had circulated round Edinburgh for weeks. The captain might recall that Lord Donald and Andrew Kerr were not named among the British casualties. Instead, her handsome husband and his younger brother were counted among the fallen rebels on that stormy January evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My sweet Donald. However grievous his sins, however much he’d wounded her, she’d loved him once and mourned him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Her courage bolstered by the thought of Donald in his dark blue uniform, Elisabeth squared her shoulders and ignored the rain sluicing down her neck. “My mother-in-law and I are eager to resume our journey. If we are done here—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “We are not.” Still lingering too near, the captain inclined his head, measuring her. “A shame your husband left such a bonny widow. Though if you fancy another soldier in your bed, one of my men will gladly oblige—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Sir!” Marjory protested. “How dare you address a lady in so coarse a manner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His dragoons quickly closed ranks. “A lady?” one of them grumbled. “She sounds more like a Highlander to my ear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The captain’s expression darkened. “Aye, so she does.” Without warning he grasped the belled cuff of Elisabeth’s sleeve and turned back the fabric. “Where is it, lass? Where is your silk Jacobite rose?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You’ve no need to look.” Elisabeth tried to wrest free of him. “I haven’t one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ignoring her objections, he roughly examined the other cuff, nearly tearing apart the seam. “The white rose of Scotland was Prince Charlie’s favorite, was it not? I’ve plucked them off many a Highland rebel.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I imagine you have.” Elisabeth freed her sleeve from his grasp. “Are you quite satisfied?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Far from it, lass.” The captain eyed the neckline of her gown, his mouth twisting into an ugly sneer. “It seems your flower is well hidden. Nevertheless, I mean to have it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6950043020476517132?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6950043020476517132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6950043020476517132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6950043020476517132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6950043020476517132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/04/mine-is-night.html' title='Mine Is The Night'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s72-c/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-158636600186683073</id><published>2011-04-22T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:47:08.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>An Eye For Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310322022"&gt;An Eye For Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Zondervan (February 28, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kbacon.com/"&gt;Karl Bacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This book puts you right on the battlefield in the middle of the fight. The writing is crisp and honest, and it is easy to lose yourself in the life of Michael, the main character. I was in tears as he left his family to follow what he felt was his calling to fight for his country. I felt his fright the first time he went to battle. I was frozen in my chair as he found himself face to face with an enemy gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Karl Bacon helps us understand the boredom, the frustration, the fear, and the horrible conditions our soldiers faced -- regardless of which side of the battle they were on. He demonstrates the integral part faith played in the every day life of those who weren't sure which day would be their last. And he places us face to face with the struggle of fighting against someone whose political beliefs might be diametrically opposed while they are actually brothers in the faith. Maybe we aren't so different after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is full of amazing details about the daily life of the soldiers of the civil war -- great for history buffs, but also fascinating for those of us who just want to learn more about our country in an interesting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While at first glance this is a book about war, in reality it is a book about the heart of man and the faithfulness of God. It is one that will leave me thinking about how deep my faith really is for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5KM3q0GkCY/Ta5MEM0IhcI/AAAAAAAAD4E/EwZW6M_a2Q0/s1600/Karl_Bacon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5KM3q0GkCY/Ta5MEM0IhcI/AAAAAAAAD4E/EwZW6M_a2Q0/s200/Karl_Bacon.jpg" width="142" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word from the author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the small picturesque town of Woodbury, Connecticut. After graduating from Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, I returned to Connecticut and found employment in manufacturing. “Just a job” turned into a professional career, much of which was spent working for a Swiss machine tool company. In 2000 I started my own business to provide services to manufacturing clients across the USA. This change also allowed time to develop my writing craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From youth I’ve been a serious student of the Civil War. The draft of An Eye for Glory took ten years from conception to completion. Thousands of hours were spent researching every detail through copious reading, Internet research and personal visits to each battlefield so the novel might be as historically accurate and believable as possible. I live in Naugatuck, Connecticut with my wife of thirty-three years, Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUXgmTujeVs/Ta5MOgLrQ2I/AAAAAAAAD4I/U9TlNUhvGDE/s1600/An_Eye_For_Glory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUXgmTujeVs/Ta5MOgLrQ2I/AAAAAAAAD4I/U9TlNUhvGDE/s1600/An_Eye_For_Glory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michael Palmer is a good man, a family man. But honor and duty push him to leave his comfortable life and answer the call from Abraham Lincoln to fight for his country. This 'citizen soldier' learns quickly that war is more than the battle on the field. Long marches under extreme conditions, illness, and disillusionment challenge at every turn. Faith seems lost in a blur of smoke and blood...and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's only desire is to kill as many Confederate soldiers as he can so he can go home. He coldly counts off the rebels that fall to his bullets. Until he is brought up short by a dying man holding up his Bible. It's in the heat of battle at Gettysburg and the solemn aftermath that Michael begins to understand the grave cost of the war upon his soul. Here the journey really begins as he searches for the man he was and the faith he once held so dearly. With the help of his beloved wife, Jesse Ann, he takes the final steps towards redemption and reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using first-hand accounts of the 14th Connecticut Infantry, Karl Bacon has crafted a detailed, genuine and compelling novel on the 150th anniversary of the Civil War. Intensely personal and accurate to the times, culture, and tragedy of the Civil War, An Eye for Glory may change you in ways you could have never imagined as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310322022"&gt;An Eye For Glory&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/04/eye-for-glory-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch book video trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp9k6Hz6XIM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp9k6Hz6XIM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-158636600186683073?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/158636600186683073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=158636600186683073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/158636600186683073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/158636600186683073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/04/eye-for-glory.html' title='An Eye For Glory'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5KM3q0GkCY/Ta5MEM0IhcI/AAAAAAAAD4E/EwZW6M_a2Q0/s72-c/Karl_Bacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-6052139095717066479</id><published>2011-04-19T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:23:38.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amish Fiction'/><title type='text'>Beside Still Waters and a GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Beside Still Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tricia Goyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT THE COOL GIVEAWAY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9nPVjztnEk/Ta2jWOOrm8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-WTcuqV5s60/s1600/Beside%2BStill%2BWaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9nPVjztnEk/Ta2jWOOrm8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-WTcuqV5s60/s320/Beside%2BStill%2BWaters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597309514063518658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enjoy Amish Fiction. Although it has a tendency to be somewhat predictable, I can depend on it to help me see the simpler side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia Goyers' book is a refreshing take on the typical Amish 'formula'.&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around Marianna Sommer, who was born a bit early as the result of a tragic buggy accident which took the lives of her two older sisters. Since her name was derived from their names, she has always felt that her existence was a reminder of the tragedy and that she needed to somehow replace both of them within her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her father decides to move the family to a much smaller Amish community in Montana, she finds herself far from the comfort of a tight-knit religious group and instead part of a well integrated group of Amish and Englischers. Instead of being the enemies, these Englisch seem to be friends and work together with the Amish. What's more, they have a strength of faith and joy that Marianna had never know was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this book has romance, that is not it's primary purpose. Tricia has captured the struggle within each of us to fully understand life, love, and a true relationship with God. And as is her way, she left me chewing my fingernails waiting for the next book in the series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Tricia's books, and this one proves why. The depth of her characters, the realism of their struggles, and her ability to link to the heartstrings of her readers is a true gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just take my word for it -- see what other bloggers are saying about Beside Still Waters. Check out other reviews &lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/blogtours/text/13199255"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Tricia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; T&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyIpi74De1Y/Ta2jWbXTdGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F-FxvH0RO7Y/s1600/TGoyer%2Bheadshot%2B2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyIpi74De1Y/Ta2jWbXTdGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F-FxvH0RO7Y/s320/TGoyer%2Bheadshot%2B2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597309517589345378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ricia Goyer is the author of twenty-six books including Songbird Under a German Moon, The Swiss Courier, and the mommy memoir, Blue Like Play Dough. She won Historical Novel of the Year in 2005 and 2006 from ACFW, and was honored with the Writer of the Year award from Mt. Hermon Writer's Conference in 2003. Tricia's book Life Interrupted was a finalist for the Gold Medallion in 2005. In addition to her novels, Tricia writes non-fiction books and magazine articles for publications like MomSense and Thriving Family. Tricia is a regular speaker at conventions and conferences, and has been a workshop presenter at the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International Conventions. She and her family make their home in Little Rock , Arkansas where they are part of the ministry of FamilyLife. Visit &lt;a href="www.triciagoyer.com"&gt;www.triciagoyer.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Beside Still Waters&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Marianna Sommer believes she knows where her life is headed. Nineteen years old and Amish, her plan is to get baptized into the church, marry Aaron Zook, and live in the only community she's ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Marianna's family moves from Indiana to Montana she discovers life and faith will never be the same. As she builds an easy friendship with local guy, Ben Stone, Ben not only draws her heart, he also gets her thinking about what loving God and living in community is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Marianna struggles to find "home", she also encounters God in intimate ways. Click &lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the book trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to buy the book: &lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters"&gt;http://triciagoyer.com/contemporaryfiction.html#BesideStillWaters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Beside Still Waters Giveaway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release of the first book in the Big Sky Amish series Tricia is giving away 10 copies of Beside Still Waters and a pair of super cute antique Amish salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8c4ksoBMN0/Ta2jWiISzmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/S2VFZlb5wPs/s1600/Amish%2BSaltpepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8c4ksoBMN0/Ta2jWiISzmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/S2VFZlb5wPs/s320/Amish%2BSaltpepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597309519405436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details at Tricia’s blog, &lt;a href="http://triciagoyer.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-still-waters-giveaway.html"&gt;It’s Real Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS! Each person who enters the giveaway will receive a FABULOUS Montana Amish Calendar. Hurry, it’s only available while supplies last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/"&gt;Litfuse Publicity Group&lt;/a&gt; provided a free book so I could do this review. I am in no way obligated to provide a positive review -- they ask only that I give my honest opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-6052139095717066479?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6052139095717066479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=6052139095717066479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6052139095717066479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/6052139095717066479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-still-waters-and-giveaway.html' title='Beside Still Waters and a GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9nPVjztnEk/Ta2jWOOrm8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-WTcuqV5s60/s72-c/Beside%2BStill%2BWaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1889571664424110491</id><published>2011-04-04T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:36:12.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>The Alarmists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205625"&gt;The Alarmists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (April 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donhoesel.com/"&gt;Don Hoesel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mneqcGYOA8I/TZksJNf-R0I/AAAAAAAAD3g/nEtaq8qRGyY/s1600/dfh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mneqcGYOA8I/TZksJNf-R0I/AAAAAAAAD3g/nEtaq8qRGyY/s200/dfh.jpg" width="152" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don Hoesel is a Web site designer for a Medicare carrier in Nashville, TN. He has a BA in Mass Communication from Taylor University and has published short fiction in Relief Journal. He was born and raised in Buffalo, NY but calls Spring Hill, Tennessee, with his wife and two children. The Alarmists is his third novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErjfJzhlBZE/TZksYC_9wsI/AAAAAAAAD3k/4gToqZU4Dy4/s1600/Alarmist%252CThe..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErjfJzhlBZE/TZksYC_9wsI/AAAAAAAAD3k/4gToqZU4Dy4/s1600/Alarmist%252CThe..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2012 phenomenon that's going viral around the globe has led sociology professor Jameson Richards to study the impact on society when, like the Y2K scare, 12/21/12 comes and goes with hardly a wrinkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the date that, according to the Mayan calendar, the doomsayers predict the world will end. Richards teams up with General Michaels, a scientist stationed at the Pentagon whose job it is to monitor the world's fanatics, keeping an eye out for potential terrorists. Together they uncover something sinister going on beneath the surface, linked to billionaire and media mogul Jeremy Maxwell, who also happens to be a huge manufacturer of weapons systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2012 date has captured Maxwell's attention too, and he's looking to cash in on the public's fear and paranoia. And what he instigates--along with his corrupt partners--nearly starts another war in the Middle East, while also bringing the world to its knees economically. It's up to the professor/general team to blow the whistle on Maxwell, hopefully in time to avert a major catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205625"&gt;The Alarmists&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/04/alarmists-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1889571664424110491?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1889571664424110491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1889571664424110491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1889571664424110491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1889571664424110491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/04/alarmists.html' title='The Alarmists'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mneqcGYOA8I/TZksJNf-R0I/AAAAAAAAD3g/nEtaq8qRGyY/s72-c/dfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5399218637585678356</id><published>2011-04-01T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:38:14.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Wolves Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781448859"&gt;Wolves Among Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook; New edition (April 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gingergarrett.com/"&gt;Ginger Garrett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKhEzYUXEr8/TZKaDcNK48I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/W8VJqpXcU-g/s1600/Ginger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKhEzYUXEr8/TZKaDcNK48I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/W8VJqpXcU-g/s1600/Ginger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ginger Garrett is the author of the Chronicles of the Scribes series (&lt;i&gt;In the Shadow of Lions, In the Arms of Immortals, In the Eyes of Eternity&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;i&gt;Dark Hour&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Beauty Secrets of the Bible&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Chosen: The Lost Diaries of Queen Esther&lt;/i&gt; was recognized as one of the top five novels of 2006 by the ECPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on ancient women's history, Ginger creates novels and nonfiction resources that explore the lives of historical women. A frequent media guest and television host, Ginger has been interviewed by Fox News, Billy Graham's The Hour of Decision, The Harvest Show, 104.7 The Fish Atlanta, and many other outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graduate of Southern Methodist University with a degree in Theater, she is passionate about creating art from history. Ginger resides in Georgia with her husband and three children.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ew3m9Jtn1o/TZKaNx1YD9I/AAAAAAAAD3c/MmRY9Gb1HSs/s1600/Wolves+Among+Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ew3m9Jtn1o/TZKaNx1YD9I/AAAAAAAAD3c/MmRY9Gb1HSs/s200/Wolves+Among+Us.jpg" width="132" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This richly imagined tale takes readers to a tiny German town in the time of “the burnings,” when pious and heretic alike became victims of witch-hunting zealots. When a double murder stirs up festering fears, the village priest sends for help. But the charismatic Inquisitor who answers the call brings a deadly mix of spiritual fervor and self-deceptive evil. Under his influence, village fear, guilt, and suspicion of women take a deadly turn. In the midst of this nightmare, a doubting priest and an unloved wife—a secret friend of the recently martyred William Tyndale—somehow manage to hear another Voice…and discover the power of love over fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinfoil, Germany, 1538. In a little town on the edge of the Black Forest, a double murder stirs up festering fears. A lonely woman despairs of pleasing her husband and wonders why other women shun her. An overworked sheriff struggles to hold the town—and himself—together. A priest begins to doubt the power of the words he shares daily with his flock. And the charismatic Inquisitor who arrives to help—with a filthy witch in a cage as an object lesson—brings his own mix of lofty ideals and treacherous evil. Under his influence, ordinary village fears and resentments take a deadly turn. Terror mounts. Dark deeds come to light. And men and women alike discover not only what they are capable of, but who they are…and what it means to grapple for grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781448859"&gt;Wolves Among Us&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/wolves-among-us-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5399218637585678356?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5399218637585678356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5399218637585678356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5399218637585678356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5399218637585678356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/04/wolves-among-us.html' title='Wolves Among Us'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKhEzYUXEr8/TZKaDcNK48I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/W8VJqpXcU-g/s72-c/Ginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-2867355048357360158</id><published>2011-03-28T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:57:18.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>False Pretenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403405"&gt;False Pretenses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (March 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathyherman.com/"&gt;Kathy Herman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s1600/Kathy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s200/Kathy.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suspense novelist Kathy Herman is very much at home in the Christian book industry, having worked five years on staff at the Christian Booksellers Association (CBA) in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and eleven years at Better Books Christian Center in Tyler, Texas, as product buyer/manager for the children’s department, and eventually as director of human resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has conducted numerous educational seminars on children’s books at CBA Conventions in the U.S. and Canada, served a preliminary judge for the Gold Medallion Book Awards of the Evangelical Christian Publishers Association , and worked as an independent product/marketing consultant to the CBA market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since her first novel, Tested by Fire, debuted in 2001 as a CBA national bestseller, she's added sixteen more titles to her credit, including four bestsellers: &lt;i&gt;All Things Hidden, The Real Enemy, The Last Word&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;The Right Call&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy's husband Paul is her manager and most ardent supporter, and the former manager of the LifeWay Christian Store in Tyler, Texas. They have three grown children, five almost-perfect grandchildren, a cat named Samantha. They enjoy cruising, deep sea fishing, and birdwatching—sometimes incorporating these hobbies into one big adventure.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ck2L4Ys3pm4/TYq5RixpojI/AAAAAAAAD3U/TKjZ-KS-ec4/s1600/False+Pretenses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ck2L4Ys3pm4/TYq5RixpojI/AAAAAAAAD3U/TKjZ-KS-ec4/s200/False+Pretenses.jpg" width="133" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zoe Broussard loves the life she and her husband Pierce have built in her beloved Louisiana hometown. She owns a thriving Cajun eatery in South Louisiana and is married to the love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s about to become hell. One day, out of the blue, she receives a series of anonymous notes that sends her life into a tail spin. Five simple words, “I know what you did.”  Zoe has a secret so terrible it could leave the business in shambles and tear her marriage apart. Unbeknownst to anyone, even Zoe’s husband, Pierce, she has a past—a past she had covered so well she never thought she would have to confront. How could anyone know what she did?  Can she find the courage to face her past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0781403405"&gt;False Pretenses&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/false-pretenses-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-2867355048357360158?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2867355048357360158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=2867355048357360158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2867355048357360158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2867355048357360158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/03/false-pretenses.html' title='False Pretenses'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x3KB_1vqNrY/TYq4_ptcndI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/ev82ZlKdvgQ/s72-c/Kathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1369966091124266612</id><published>2011-03-26T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:31:10.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310250676"&gt;Vicious Cycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Zondervan (February 22, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terriblackstock.com/"&gt;Terri Blackstock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SsVpOclr15I/AAAAAAAADFI/i77EQF7eQis/s1600-h/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387828226132006802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SsVpOclr15I/AAAAAAAADFI/i77EQF7eQis/s320/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 196px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terri Blackstock is a New York Times best-seller, with over six million copies sold worldwide. She has had over twenty-five years of success as a novelist. She sold her first novel at the age of twenty-five, and has had a successful career ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides entertaining her readers, Terri tackles issues that she hopes will change lives. Her recent book, &lt;i&gt;Predator&lt;/i&gt;, was inspired by her experiences on Facebook and Twitter, and her concern that people posted too much personal information about themselves. The book deals with an online predator who uses social networks as his playground. She hopes the book will change readers’ online habits. Her New York Times best-seller, &lt;i&gt;Intervention&lt;/i&gt;, was inspired by her own personal struggles with a daughter on drugs. In the book, a mother hires an interventionist for her drug-addicted daughter. But on the way to treatment, the interventionist is murdered, and the daughter disappears. Barbara, the mother, sets out to search for her daughter. Terri modeled Barbara after herself, and poured many of her own emotions and experiences into that character. As a result, many families experiencing drug addiction have written to thank her for telling their story and giving them hope. &lt;i&gt;Vicious Cycle&lt;/i&gt;, Book Two of the Intervention Series, releases February 22, 2011. She’s currently working on Book Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other recent books include a stand-alone novel called &lt;i&gt;Double Minds&lt;/i&gt;, as well as &lt;i&gt;Last Light, Night Light, True Light&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Dawn’s Light&lt;/i&gt; (from her acclaimed Restoration Series). She is also known for her popular Newpointe 911 Series and Cape Refuge Series. Terri makes her home in Mississippi, where she and her husband Ken are enjoying their empty nest after raising three children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri has appeared on national television programs such as “The 700 Club” and “Home Life,” and has been a guest on numerous radio programs across the country. The story of her personal journey appears in books such as &lt;i&gt;Touched By the Savior&lt;/i&gt; by Mike Yorkey, &lt;i&gt;True Stories of Answered Prayer&lt;/i&gt; by Mike Nappa, &lt;i&gt;Faces of Faith&lt;/i&gt; by John Hanna, and &lt;i&gt;I Saw Him In Your Eyes&lt;/i&gt; by Ace Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G6pJXfrzW-Q/TYlnJ07n-TI/AAAAAAAAD3M/p_yoadMqZQM/s1600/Vicious+Cycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G6pJXfrzW-Q/TYlnJ07n-TI/AAAAAAAAD3M/p_yoadMqZQM/s200/Vicious+Cycle.jpg" width="129" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When fifteen-year-old Lance Covington finds an abandoned baby in the backseat of a car, he knows she's the newborn daughter of a meth addict he's been trying to help. But when police arrest him for kidnapping, Lance is thrust into a criminal world of baby trafficking and drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother, Barbara, looks for help from Kent Harlan---the man whom she secretly, reluctantly loves and who once helped rescue her daughter from a mess of her own. Kent flies to her aid and begins the impossible work of getting Lance out of trouble, protecting a baby who has no home, and finding help for a teenage mother hiding behind her lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this latest novel of suspense and family loyalty, bestselling author Terri Blackstock offers a harrowing look at drug addiction, human trafficking, and the devastating choices that can change lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310250676"&gt;Vicious Cycle&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/vicious-cycle-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Book Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ESXMt4GCeYg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1369966091124266612?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1369966091124266612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1369966091124266612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1369966091124266612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1369966091124266612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/03/vicious-cycle.html' title='Vicious Cycle'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SsVpOclr15I/AAAAAAAADFI/i77EQF7eQis/s72-c/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-8298409143082360427</id><published>2011-03-14T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:08:23.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Shadow of Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0805449795"&gt;In The Shadow of Evil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;B&amp;amp;H Books (March 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinmillerbooks.com/"&gt;Robin Carroll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xSrwtzBVfFU/TX2BV8Hk_KI/AAAAAAAAD10/6lifZMpsutA/s1600/robin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xSrwtzBVfFU/TX2BV8Hk_KI/AAAAAAAAD10/6lifZMpsutA/s200/robin.jpg" width="171" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Born and raised in Louisiana, Robin Caroll is a southerner through and through. Her passion has always been to tell stories to entertain others. Robin’s mother, bless her heart, is a genealogist who instilled in Robin the deep love of family and pride of heritage—two aspects Robin weaves into each of her books. When she isn’t writing, Robin spends time with her husband of twenty years, her three beautiful daughters, one precious grandson, and their four character-filled pets at home—in the South, where else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin gives back to the writing community by serving as Conference Director for ACFW. Her books have finaled/placed in such contests as RT Reviewer's Choice, Bookseller's Best, and Book of the Year. An avid reader herself, Robin loves hearing from and chatting with other readers. Although her favorite genre to read is mystery/suspense, of course, she’ll read just about any good story. Except historicals!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VDJaWHxdU_Y/TX2BfAdHEKI/AAAAAAAAD14/2EiLQ4tU9Sw/s1600/In+the+Shadow+of+Evil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VDJaWHxdU_Y/TX2BfAdHEKI/AAAAAAAAD14/2EiLQ4tU9Sw/s200/In+the+Shadow+of+Evil.jpg" width="131" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Informed by the real-life fallout of the U.S. economy plus devastation caused by multiple hurricanes along the southern coast, In the Shadow of Evil casts the modern day story of a building rebound scam exposed. It begins when the body of a property inspector is found among the ashes of a burnt out Homes of Hope house. Wrapped up in this mounting case of unethical practices, supply shortages, and murder, top Louisiana homicide detective Maddox Bishop is losing his heart to a charitable contractor, Layla Taylor, whose own sister is under suspicion. He’s also about to discover a deep secret about his tragic past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0805449795"&gt;In The Shadow of Evil&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-shadow-of-evil-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vV_jJuLpMow" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-8298409143082360427?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/8298409143082360427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=8298409143082360427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8298409143082360427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/8298409143082360427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-shadow-of-evil.html' title='In the Shadow of Evil'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xSrwtzBVfFU/TX2BV8Hk_KI/AAAAAAAAD10/6lifZMpsutA/s72-c/robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-1420673739839373800</id><published>2011-03-04T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:11:15.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>A Bond Never Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206443"&gt;A Bond Never Broken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (March 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.judithmccoymiller.com/"&gt;Judith Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;A Word from Judith:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AR-9HRc3RPY/TW3FEFsfEsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/hjbPEpoj0Sw/s1600/Judith+Miller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AR-9HRc3RPY/TW3FEFsfEsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/hjbPEpoj0Sw/s200/Judith+Miller.jpg" width="158" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most readers want to know how authors 'got started' writing. My first novel, &lt;i&gt;Threads of Love&lt;/i&gt;, was conceived when I was commuting sixty miles to work each day. I wanted to tell the story of a pioneer girl coming to Kansas and the faith that sustained her as she adjusted to a new life. When the book was completed, I tucked it away. I had absolutely no idea how publication of a book occurred and had given no thought to the concept. However, through a co-worker, I was directed to Tracie Peterson who, at that time, worked down the hall from me. Having never met Tracie, I was totally unaware of her writing career, but God intervened. The rest is, as they say, history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a graciousness that continues to amaze me, Tracie agreed to read my story, directed me to a publisher, and gave me information on a Christian writers conference. Since that first encounter many years ago, I have been blessed with the publication of numerous books, novellas and a juvenile fiction book. Joyously, Tracie and I had the opportunity to develop a blessed friendship. In fact, we have co-authored several series together, including &lt;i&gt;The Bells of Lowell&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;Lights of Lowell&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Broadmoor Legacy&lt;/i&gt;. In addition, I have continued to write several solo series.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--dgS1BhJsAU/TW3FLPmD9mI/AAAAAAAAD1c/CKpNtftvxFU/s1600/A+Bond+Never+Broken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--dgS1BhJsAU/TW3FLPmD9mI/AAAAAAAAD1c/CKpNtftvxFU/s200/A+Bond+Never+Broken.jpg" width="131" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For many years, Ilsa Redlich has helped her parents run a hotel in South Amana, but as the United States enters the Great War, she can feel her world changing. The residents of the towns surrounding the Amana Colonies used to be accepting of their quiet, peaceful neighbors, but with anti-German sentiment running high, the Amana villages are now plagued by vandalism, threats, and insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get even worse when Ilsa finds out her family won't be allowed to speak German in public--and that Garon, the childhood friend she's long been smitten with, has decided to join the army. Jutta Schmidt is shocked when several members of the Council of National Defense show up on her family's doorstep. Sure, the Schmidts once lived in the Amana Colonies, but that was years ago. She's even more surprised when the council demands that she travel to Amana and report back on any un-American activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not daring to disobey the government agents, Jutta takes a job at the South Amana hotel, befriends the daughter of the owners, and begins to eavesdrop every chance she gets. When Jutta hears Ilsa making antiwar remarks and observes Garon assisting a suspicious outsider, she is torn at the prospect of betraying her new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what choice does she have? And when Garon is accused of something far worse than Jutta could imagine, can the Amana community come to his aid in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206443"&gt;A Bond Never Broken&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/bond-never-broken-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-1420673739839373800?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/1420673739839373800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=1420673739839373800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1420673739839373800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/1420673739839373800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/03/bond-never-broken.html' title='A Bond Never Broken'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AR-9HRc3RPY/TW3FEFsfEsI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/hjbPEpoj0Sw/s72-c/Judith+Miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5305771538615325060</id><published>2011-02-16T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:38:38.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Lone Star Intrigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062049445"&gt;Lone Star Intrigue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Avon Inspire (February 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.debrawhitesmith.com/"&gt;Debra White Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Two great books in one -- what a deal! These are the first two suspenseful novels in the series, and after reading them I can't wait for the third book in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books focus on brothers who are in the law enforcement business -- you can read more about that in the ABOUT THE BOOK section below. Just know these books are definitely page turners with enough romantic sparks to keep it interesting but not so much that it gets sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Debra White Smith has delivered two wonderful books that keep you on the edge of your seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fGjZqIx3I/TViIzijxDfI/AAAAAAAAD0k/lYUmSVNEQ7w/s1600/DebraWebLivingRoom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fGjZqIx3I/TViIzijxDfI/AAAAAAAAD0k/lYUmSVNEQ7w/s200/DebraWebLivingRoom.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Debra White Smith is a seasoned Christian author, speaker, and media personality who has been regularly publishing books for over a decade. In the last twelve years, she has accumulated over 50 books sales to her credit with over 1 million books in print. Her titles include such life-changing books as &lt;i&gt;Romancing Your Husband, Romancing Your Wife, The Divine Romance: Developing Intimacy with God&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;The Lonestar Intrigue&lt;/i&gt; fiction series, and &lt;i&gt;The Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt; fiction series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman of God, Debra is committed to the highest standards of integrity and to spending hours a week being still before the Father, staying in tune with Him, and listening for His voice of direction in all she does. This commitment to romancing the Lord, coupled with her lifestyle of devouring, analyzing, and dissecting the Word of God has allowed God to bring about a miracle of deliverance and healing in Debra's spirit, mind, and soul. For you see, Debra holds a double Ph.D. from the toughest schools in the world. The first Ph.D. from the "School of Hard Knocks" and the second, from the "School of Very Hard Knocks." Aside from that, she holds an M.A. in English from the University of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Debra's being voted a fiction-reader favorite several times, her book &lt;i&gt;Romancing Your Husband&lt;/i&gt; was a finalist in the 2003 Gold Medallion Awards. And, her Austen Series novel &lt;i&gt;First Impressions&lt;/i&gt; was a finalist in the 2005 Retailer's Choice Awards. Debra has been a popular media guest across the nation, including Fox TV, The 700 Club, ABC Radio, USA Radio Network, and Moody Broadcasting. Her favorite hobbies include fishing, bargain-hunting, and swimming with her family. Debra also vows she would walk 50 miles for a scoop of German Chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGvVMtkEH2Y/TViI-7cZ6tI/AAAAAAAAD0o/tEPI46Pt_vc/s1600/LoneStarIntrigue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGvVMtkEH2Y/TViI-7cZ6tI/AAAAAAAAD0o/tEPI46Pt_vc/s1600/LoneStarIntrigue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the small town of Bullard, Texas, the Mansfield brothers seem to have everything in order . . . except for their love lives. Jack is the lonely police chief still pining after Charli, his college girlfriend. Younger brother Sonny keeps busy on the road as a private investigator, and a secret from his past prevents him from finding someone to settle down with. But all that is about to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the two stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Texas Heat&lt;/i&gt;, Charli is wrongly accused of a terrible crime. Now Jack must arrest the one woman he's ever loved and risk everything to prove her innocence and save her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Texas Pursuit&lt;/i&gt;, a single mother is a target of a relentless stalker—and Sonny finds himself both the only man who can protect her and the one who inadvertently leads danger back into her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page-turning novels of romance and suspense, the Lone Star Intrigue series will give you faith in the power of love, and remind you that having faith in a God who redeems our mistakes is the greatest love story of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062049445"&gt;Lone Star Intrigue&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/02/lone-star-intrigue-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5305771538615325060?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5305771538615325060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5305771538615325060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5305771538615325060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5305771538615325060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/02/lone-star-intrigue.html' title='Lone Star Intrigue'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fGjZqIx3I/TViIzijxDfI/AAAAAAAAD0k/lYUmSVNEQ7w/s72-c/DebraWebLivingRoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-3877226875450001713</id><published>2011-02-10T09:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:52:13.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>Promises to Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764208098"&gt;Promises to Keep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Bethany House (February 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntatlock.com/"&gt;Ann Tatlock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This is a wonderful book on so many levels. While she deals with several difficult topics, Ann Tatlock is able to pull the reader into the hearts of her characters in such a tender way that she creates empathy, not sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalind and Mara, two eleven-year old friends, share tragic secrets and utopian dreams. Theirs is not a happy-go-lucky childhood and Tatlock quickly reminds us that growing up was not the easy place we often remember it to be. She has gotten into the mind of pre-teens and their hopeful way of seeing the world in a realistic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the other characters she created as well -- especially Tillie, the feisty elderly woman who has been forced from her home by well-meaning children. I hope to be like her when I grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderfully gutsy story about an unconventional family growing up through difficult times. It's not often a happy story, but it draws you in and gives you hope. It was hard to put down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd definitely recommend it for those who like contemporary fiction. It would also be good for mature younger readers, although it is not designed as YA fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TVIJYibIrqI/AAAAAAAAD0c/PfIRAul7390/s1600/Tatlock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TVIJYibIrqI/AAAAAAAAD0c/PfIRAul7390/s200/Tatlock.jpg" width="170" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ann Tatlock is the author of the Christy Award-winning novel All the Way Home. She has also won the Midwest Independent Publishers Association "Book of the Year" in fiction for both All the Way Home and I'll Watch the Moon. Her novel Things We Once Held Dear received a starred review from Library Journal and Publishers Weekly calls her "one of Christian fiction's better wordsmiths, and her lovely prose reminds readers why it is a joy to savor her stories." Ann lives with her husband and daughter in Asheville, North Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TVIJipdIAvI/AAAAAAAAD0g/kyiZSv4g38E/s1600/PromisesToKeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TVIJipdIAvI/AAAAAAAAD0g/kyiZSv4g38E/s200/PromisesToKeep.jpg" width="130" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eleven-year-old Roz (Rosalind) Anthony and her family have just moved to Mills River, Illinois, to escape an abusive situation. Only days after settling into their new home, they are surprised to find the previous owner, Tillie Monroe, on their front porch reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though her sons have sold the house and sent her to a facility for the aged, she is determined to die in the place she lived her life, and somehow manages to find her way "home" day after day. Feeling sympathy for the elderly woman, Roz's mother allows Tillie to move back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara Nightingale becomes Roz's first friend in Mills River. In spite of their many differences, the girls discover they have something in common that binds them together--both are hiding secrets. So they make a promise--"cross my heart and hope to die"--never to tell anyone else. When danger stalks the Anthonys, Tillie exhibits unimaginable courage and selfless love in her determination to protect the family she has adopted as her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764208098"&gt;Promises to Keep&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/02/promises-to-keep-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B54VfRR8hvc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="246"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Promises-Keep-Ann-Tatlock/dp/0764208098/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1297352063&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-3877226875450001713?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3877226875450001713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=3877226875450001713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3877226875450001713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/3877226875450001713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/02/promises-to-keep.html' title='Promises to Keep'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TVIJYibIrqI/AAAAAAAAD0c/PfIRAul7390/s72-c/Tatlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-2900441745616946500</id><published>2011-01-31T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:45:09.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made To Crave...and a PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Made to Crave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lysa TerKeurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lysa TerKeurst is a very down-to-earth speaker and writer who tells it like it is in her life, but she doesn't try to tell anyone else how it should be in their lives -- she just makes it clear how it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; be. With raw honesty, she tells of her daily struggle to be 'God's girl' in every thing she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In her newest book, Made to Crave, Lysa is sharing her struggle with food. She does not proclaim to have the newest diet plan. If that is what you are looking for, you need to look elsewhere. Instead, this book if for those who are looking to fill themselves with what their souls long for -- not food, alcohol, shoes, or any other thing that might satisfy temporarily -- but God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lysa's writing style is fun and friendly, as if she were sitting across the table with a cup of really good coffee. She is so relaxed and willing to share her trials and lessons learned, she's a friend I can turn to daily on my bookshelf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out other reviews at author blogs &lt;a href="http://litfusegroup.com/Blog-Tours/made-to-crave-by-lysa-terkeurst.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;Just because a woman finally fits into her skinny jeans doesn't mean she's won her battle with food. Too often, women overlook the spiritual component to their physical struggle with healthy eating. Made to Crave taps into the desires God gave you to consume food without letting food consume you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made to Crave is the missing link between a woman's desire to be healthy and the spiritual empowerment necessary to make that happen. The reality is we were made to crave. Craving isn't a bad thing. But we must realize God created us to crave more of him. Many of us have misplaced that craving by overindulging in physical pleasures instead of lasting spiritual satisfaction. If you are struggling with unhealthy eating habits, you can break the "I'll start again Monday" cycle, and start feeling good about yourself today. Learn to stop beating yourself up over the numbers on the scale. Discover that your weight loss struggle isn't a curse but rather a blessing in the making, and replace justifications that lead to diet failure with empowering go-to scripts that lead to victory. You can reach your healthy weight goal - and grow closer to God in the process. This is not a how-to book. This is not the latest and greatest dieting plan. This book is the necessary companion for you to use alongside whatever healthy lifestyle plan you choose. This is a book and Bible study to help you find the "want to" in making healthy lifestyle choices. 224 pages. Companion Bible study DVD set also available. http://madetocrave.org/purchase-resources/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/stsFd7Pv5jw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stsFd7Pv5jw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;br /&gt;Lysa TerKeurst is an author and speaker who helps everyday women live an adventure of faith through following Jesus Christ. As president of Proverbs 31 Ministries, Lysa has led thousands to make their walk with God an invigorating journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lysa wrote the book Made to Crave from the perspective of a woman who has never craved a carrot stick in her whole life. Having struggled with her weight her whole adult life, Lysa knows what it feels like to be in the vicious cycle of gaining and losing, but never feeling at peace in her struggle. Everything changed when Lysa decided to have her deepest desire met by God not food. Now, armed with the spiritual motivation she gained in her own journey, she is inspiring others to find lasting victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a nationally known speaker, Lysa has been passionately teaching women God’s truths for years. Lysa’s personal adventures of following God led to appearances on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Oprah Winfrey Show, Good Morning America, The 700 Club, USA Today &lt;/span&gt;newspaper&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Woman’s Day &lt;/span&gt;magazine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Focus on the Family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Lysa and her ministry team at Proverbs 31 Ministries encourage more than 375,000 women through their daily online devotional. In addition, she co-hosts a 1-minute inspirational radio program aired on more than 1,200 stations around the world. Plus, she touches hearts through their monthly magazine, P31 Woman. Lysa’s blog averages over 70,000 avid readers per month. She is the award-winning author of 14 books, including her newest releases,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Made to Crave &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl. &lt;/span&gt;Other noteworthy books include&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What Happens When Woman Say Yes to God, What Happens When Women Walk in Faith, Capture His Heart, and Capture Her Heart&lt;/span&gt;. Visit Lysa's website for more info and to visit her blog! &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.com/"&gt;http://lysaterkeurst.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Win a brand new KINDLE from Lysa Terkeurst during the Made To Crave KINDLE Giveaway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release of Made to Crave and the MTC Small Group DVD Study Set, Lysa is giving away a KINDLE prize package worth over $175.00! To enter just click on one of the icons below! (you’ll find these in the attached html code document) One winner will receive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * A brand new Kindle with Wi-Fi &amp;amp; the New E Ink Pearl Screen&lt;br /&gt;  * KINDLE editions of Lysa’s Made to Crave and Becoming More Than A Good Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But, wait there is more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lysa will be announcing the winner of the Made to Crave KINDLE Giveaway on February 8th during the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=100280146715982&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Made To Crave Party&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the party Lysa will chat with guests, host a trivia contest or two, and give away lots of other fun prizes (copies of Lysa’s other books and Amazon.com, iTunes &amp;amp; Starbucks gift certificates) – including a live Author Chat with Lysa for your small group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t miss the fun! Lysa is looking forward to learning more about you – so be sure to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=100280146715982&amp;amp;index=1#%21/pages/Lysa-TerKeurst/338478917693"&gt;Lysa's Facebook Author Pag&lt;/a&gt;e on February 8th at 5:00 PM PST (6 PM MST, 7 PM CST, &amp;amp; 8 PM EST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Litfuse Group for providing a book for this review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-2900441745616946500?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/2900441745616946500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=2900441745616946500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2900441745616946500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/2900441745616946500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/01/made-to-craveand-party.html' title='Made To Crave...and a PARTY!'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5894332822600943844</id><published>2011-01-28T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:58:07.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fiction'/><title type='text'>The Rhythm of Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/082542674X"&gt;Rhythm of Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Kregel Publications (December 22, 2010)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattilacy.com/"&gt;Patti Lacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TT-Xxm3TH5I/AAAAAAAAD0A/xGFhR8ZIwKM/s1600/LacyPatti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TT-Xxm3TH5I/AAAAAAAAD0A/xGFhR8ZIwKM/s200/LacyPatti.jpg" width="133" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti Lacy, Baylor graduate, taught community college humanities until God called her to span seas and secrets in her novels, &lt;i&gt;An Irishwoman's Tale&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;What the Bayou Saw&lt;/i&gt;. She has two grown children and a dog named Laura. She and her husband can be seen jog-walking the streets of Normal, Illinois, an amazing place to live for a woman born in a car. For more information, visit Patti's website at &lt;a href="http://www.pattilacy.com/"&gt;www.pattilacy.com&lt;/a&gt;, her blog at www.pattilacy.com/blog, and her Facebook daily Artbites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TT-YB9k3rpI/AAAAAAAAD0E/g03feZuh9GU/s1600/Rhythm+of+Secret%252C+The.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TT-YB9k3rpI/AAAAAAAAD0E/g03feZuh9GU/s200/Rhythm+of+Secret%252C+The.jpg" width="133" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sheila Franklin has masqueraded as the precocious daughter of avant-garde parents in colorful 1940s New Orleans, a teen desperate for love and acceptance, and an unwed mother sent North with her shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marrying Edward, Sheila artfully masks her secrets, allowing Edward to gain prominence as a conservative pastor. When one phone call from a disillusioned Vietnam veteran destroys her cover, Sheila faces an impossible choice: save her son and his beloved…or imperil Edward’s ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a true story, &lt;i&gt;The Rhythm of Secrets&lt;/i&gt; intermingles jazz, classical, and sacred music in a symphony trumpeting God’s grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Endorsements:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“A vibrant journey across time in search of the greatest truth of all: grace.”—&lt;b&gt;Tosca Lee&lt;/b&gt;, author of Havah: &lt;i&gt;The Story of Eve&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Demon: A Memoir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“No longer a ‘well-kept secret,’ Patti Lacy is a master storyteller who speaks to the soul with a powerful and unique rhythm, weaving a tale so emotionally rich that story and reader become one.”—&lt;b&gt;Julie Lessman&lt;/b&gt;, author of The Daughters of Boston series and &lt;i&gt;A Hope Undaunted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Patti Lacy pens another beautifully written story in The Rhythm of Secrets. I couldn’t put it down!”—&lt;b&gt;Melanie Dobson&lt;/b&gt;, award-winning author of &lt;i&gt;The Black Cloister&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;“The Rhythm of Secrets is a stirring story of faith and endurance that will keep readers turning the page until every last secret is revealed.”—&lt;b&gt;Tina Ann Forkner&lt;/b&gt;, author of &lt;i&gt;Ruby Among Us&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Rose House&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/082542674X"&gt;Rhythm of Secrets&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/01/rhythm-of-secrets-excerpt.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5894332822600943844?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5894332822600943844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5894332822600943844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5894332822600943844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5894332822600943844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/01/rhythm-of-secrets.html' title='The Rhythm of Secrets'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TT-Xxm3TH5I/AAAAAAAAD0A/xGFhR8ZIwKM/s72-c/LacyPatti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5654384440765347655</id><published>2011-01-25T20:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:29:33.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digitalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602607834"&gt;Digitalis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Barbour Publishing, Inc.(January 1, 2011)&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roniekendig.com/"&gt;Ronie Kendig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the second book in the Discarded Heroes series, and it is better than the first! Lots of twists and surprises -- a great read. I'm looking forward to the third in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TEz283IDpBI/AAAAAAAADl8/L45E9-pFa3s/s1600/Kendig+9+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TEz283IDpBI/AAAAAAAADl8/L45E9-pFa3s/s200/Kendig+9+web.jpg" width="133" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ronie has been married since 1990 to a man who can easily be defined in classic terms as a hero. She has four beautiful children. Her eldest daughter is 16 this year, her second daughter will be 13, and her twin boys are 10. After having four children, she finally finished her degree in December 2006. She now has a B.S. in Psychology through Liberty University in Lynchburg, VA. Getting her degree is a huge triumph for both her and her family--they survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This degree has also given her a fabulous perspective on her characters and how to not only make them deeper, stronger, but to make them realistic and know how they'll respond to each situation. Her debut novel, Dead Reckoning released March 2010 from Abingdon Press. And her Discarded Heroes series began in July 2010 from Barbour with the first book entitled Nightshade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second book in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TTzhrJ0_yEI/AAAAAAAADz8/LLMFMVTFVlU/s1600/Digitalis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TTzhrJ0_yEI/AAAAAAAADz8/LLMFMVTFVlU/s1600/Digitalis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Step into the boots of a former Marine in this heart-pounding adventure in life and love. Colton “Cowboy” Neeley is a Marine trying to find his footing as he battles flashbacks now that he’s back home. Piper Blum is a woman in hiding—from life and the assassins bent on destroying her family. When their hearts collide, more than their lives are at stake. Will Colton find a way to forgive Piper’s lies? Can Piper find a way to rescue her father, trapped in Israel? Is there any way their love, founded on her lies, can survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602607834"&gt;Digitalis&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/01/digitalis-invitation.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34332450-5654384440765347655?l=hismorningglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5654384440765347655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34332450&amp;postID=5654384440765347655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5654384440765347655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34332450/posts/default/5654384440765347655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismorningglory.blogspot.com/2011/01/digitalis.html' title='Digitalis'/><author><name>Susan Stitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/TEz283IDpBI/AAAAAAAADl8/L45E9-pFa3s/s72-c/Kendig+9+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34332450.post-5984185238820194785</id><published>2011-01-18T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:35:59.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Havah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s1600/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TA3PbPpKjHI/AAAAAAAAEFE/e9Dq6nSnpCA/s200/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is time for a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ToscaLee.com/"&gt;Tosca Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1433668793"&gt;Havah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B&amp;H Books; 2 edition (August 1, 2010) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Julie Gwinn, Trade Book Marketing, B&amp;H Publishing Group for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TTESuaDwXPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/Ebu5-KRs9ns/s1600/tosca%2Blee"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TTESuaDwXPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/Ebu5-KRs9ns/s200/tosca%2Blee" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562247603257629938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tosca Lee is author of the critically acclaimed and extensively-awarded novels Demon: A Memoir and Havah: The Story of Eve. A sought-after speaker and former Mrs. Nebraska, she continues to work for local charities and as a senior consultant for a global consulting firm. Tosca holds a degree in English and International Relations from Smith College and also studied at Oxford University. She enjoys travel, cooking, history, and theology, and lives in Lincoln, Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://ToscaLee.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9uM2AViLtc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9uM2AViLtc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $14.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 384 pages &lt;br /&gt;Publisher: B&amp;H Books; 2 edition (August 1, 2010) &lt;br /&gt;Language: English &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1433668793 &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1433668791 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TTESqphRbtI/AAAAAAAAEto/Rvj5O3xtnu8/s1600/Havah%2BLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/TTESqphRbtI/AAAAAAAAEto/Rvj5O3xtnu8/s200/Havah%2BLR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562247538688487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;A whisper in my ear: Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue. A sea awash with nothing but a drifting bit of down, flotsam on an invisible current. I closed my eyes. Light illuminated the thin tissues of my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A bird trilled. Near my ear: the percussive buzz of an insect. Overhead, tree boughs stirred in the warming air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I lay on a soft bed of herbs and grass that tickled my cheek, my shoulders, and the arch of my foot, whispering sibilant secrets up to the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From here I felt the thrum of the sap in the stem—the pulsing veins of the vine, the beat of my heart in harmony with hundreds more around me, the movement of the earth a thousand miles beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I sighed as one returning to sleep, to retreat to the place I had been before, the realm of silence and bliss—wherever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I opened my eyes again upon the milling blue, saw it spliced by the flight of a bird, chevron in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This time, the voice came not to my ear, but directly to my stirring mind: Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There was amusement in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I knew nothing of where or what I was, did not understand the polyphony around me or the wide expanse like a blue eternity before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But I woke and knew I was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A rustle, a groan practically in my ear. I twitched at a stir-ring against my hip. A moment later, a touch drifted across a belly I did not yet know I owned, soft as a leaf skittering along the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A face obscured my vision. I screamed. Not with fear—I had no acquaintance with fear—nor with startlement because I had been aware of the presence already, but because it was the only statement that came to lips as artless as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The face disappeared and returned, blinking into my own, the blue above captured in twin pools. Then, like a gush of water from a rock, gladness thrilled my heart. But its source was not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At last! It came, unspoken—a different source than the voice before—and then the words thrust jubilantly to the sky: “At last!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He was up on legs like the trunks of sturdy saplings, beating at the earth with his feet. He thumped his chest and shouted to the sun and clapped his hands. “At last!” He cried, his laughter like warm clay between the toes. He shook his shoulders and stomped the grass, slapping his chest as he shouted again and again. Though I did not understand the utterance, I knew its meaning at once: joy and exultation at something longed for suddenly found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I tried to mimic his sound; it came out as a squawk and then a panting laugh. Overhead, a lark chattered an extravagant address. I squeaked a shrill reply. The face lowered to mine and the man’s arms wrapped, wombtight, around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Flesh of my flesh,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His fingers drifted from my hair to my body, roaming like the goat on the hills of the sacred mount. I sighed, expelling the last remnants of that first air from my lungs—the last of the breath in them not drawn by me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He was high cheeked, this adam, his lower lip dipping down like a folded leaf that drops sweet water to thirsty mouths. His brow was a hawk, soaring above the high cliffs, his eyes blue lusters beneath the fan of his lashes. But it was his mouth that I always came back to, where my eyes liked best to fasten after taking in the shock of those eyes. Shadow ran along his jaw, like obsidian dust clinging to the curve of it, drawing my eye to the plush flesh of his lips, again, again, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He touched my face and traced my mouth. I bit his finger. He gathered my hands and studied them, turning them over and back. He smelled my hair and lingered at my neck and gazed curiously at the rest of me. When he was finished, he began all over again, tasting my cheek and the salt of my neck, tracing the instep of my foot with a fingertip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Finally, he gathered me up, and my vision tilted to involve an altogether new realm: the earth and my brown legs upon it. I clutched at him. I seemed a giant, towering above the earth—a giant as tall as he. My first steps stuttered across the ground as the deer in the hour of its birth, but then I pushed his hands away. My legs, coltish and lean, found their vigor as he urged me, walking far too fast, to keep up. He made for the orchard, and I bolted after him with a surge of strength and another of my squawking sounds. Then we were running—through grasses and over fledgling sloes, the dark wool of my hair flying behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We raced across the valley floor and my new world blurred around me: hyssop and poppy, anemone, narcissus, and lily. Roses grew on the foothills amid the caper and myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A flash beside me: the long-bodied great cat. I slowed, distracted by her fluidity, the smooth curve of her head as she tilted it to my outstretched hand. I fell to the ground, twining my arms around her, fingers sliding along her coat. Her tongue was rough—unlike the adam’s—and she rumbled as she rolled against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Far ahead, the adam called. Overhead, a hawk circled for a closer look. The fallow deer at a nearby stream lifted her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The adam called again, wordlessly, longing and exuberant. I got up and began to run, the lioness at my heels. I was fast—nearly as fast as she. Exhilaration rose from my lungs in quick pants in laughter. Then, with a burst, she was beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She was gone by the time the adam caught me up in his arms. His hands stroked my back, my hips, my shoulder. I marveled at his skin. How smooth, how very warm it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “You are magnificent,” he said, burying his face against my neck. “Ah, Isha—woman, taken from man!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I said nothing; although I understood his meaning, I did not know his words. I knew with certainty and no notion of conceit, though, that he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the river he showed me how he cupped his hands to drink and then cupped them again for me. I lowered my head and drank as a carp peered baldy from the shallows up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We entered the water. I gasped as it tickled the backs of my knees and hot hairs under my arms, swirling about my waist as though around a staunch rock as our toes skimmed a multitude of pebbles. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “All of this: water.” He grunted a little bit as he swam toward the middle of the river where it widened into a broad swath across the valley floor. “Here—the current.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Water.” I understood, in the moment I spoke it, the element in all its forms—from the lake fed by the river to the high springs that flow from the abyss of the mount. I felt the pull of it as though it had a gravity all its own, as though it could sweep me out to the cold depths of the lake and lull me by the tides of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From the river I could see the high walls of our cradle: the great southern mount rising to heaven and, to the north, the foothills that became the long spine of a range that arched toward the great lake to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I knew even then that this was a place set apart from the unseen lands to the north, the alluvial plain to the south, the great waters to the east and far to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was set apart solely because we dwelt in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But we we
