Excerpt Tuesday with Melinda Viergever Inman



CHAPTER ONE

“LET THERE BE LIGHT!” 

Radiant light blazed forth, bursting from God. His incandescence 

blasted into the abyss, exploding from His very Person.

Breathless wonder seized Lucifer. Astonishing!

As God’s light shaft beamed forth, a solo gushed from Lucifer’s

angelic throat, welling up, soaring higher and higher. His notes

hovered pure and clear, his crescendo filling the vault of heaven.

He was made to sing.

When Lucifer was created, his first act had been a song. It had

seemed the only appropriate response. He had beheld Yahweh—

God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit—the Three in

One. At first sight of the One God, a song of adoration had welled

up within him.

“Holy! Holy! Holy!” Lucifer had intoned, serenading each,

emotions over owing.

Brilliant Creator! How Lucifer adored Him!

The Lord God had made them all—myriads of angelic beings,

thousands upon thousands, each exquisitely unique. From his

superior position above God’s throne, Lucifer led the rejoicing of

all the angels in the heavenly abode. It was marvelous!

Continuously, he sang to his God.

Lucifer was the best and the brightest, designed to praise

Yahweh.

Looking down upon the Son, Lucifer floated above Him. As the

Son spoke, His light transformed the chaos. Order began. Arms

and wings unfurled as Lucifer spread himself wide, his soaring

music accompanying the Son’s creative acts.

As energy emanated from the Son, music emanated from Lucifer.


Mirth at God’s wonder bubbled out of him. Lucifer laughed with 

delight as he sang. The other angels joined now in his Creation 

Song. Following his lead—their minds synchronizing with his—

they filled in the harmony and layered the melody. As the Son

worked, He smiled up at Lucifer, enjoying his symphony of

musical accompaniment.

Each time the Son spoke, miracles formed before their eyes. As

God spoke it was done. Through the inherent power of His deity,

He held everything together. Erecting parameters within the

void, He separated light from darkness, day from night, evening

from morning.

Lucifer adjusted his song accordingly.

God was making this for him—the favored one, the pinnacle of all

God had made. Lucifer was above all—the highest, the most

beautiful, and the wisest.

The Son now constructed an atmosphere with His words. A sky

arched over dry land, separate from the water, which He

gathered into seas. Lucifer detected the microscopic, supportive

framework built into each.

“Seeds,” God spoke, scattering them across the rich and fertile

soil.

Fruit-bearing trees—verdant, vibrant with life—burst forth from

the loam.

The cosmos appeared at the sound of His voice. The order of the

universe was established by His words. The constitution of space

spread out before them all, upheld by God’s power—an

incomparable genius at work. Across the void, the Son spoke the

stars—a dazzling array.

Lucifer heralded each one with bright, staccato tones.

Around one star a tiny blue globe now circled. This planet was

perfectly positioned for the nearby yellow star to provide light.


The Blurb for Fallen:

 

Fallen, the first in a series, recreates our Genesis beginning, the human story of us all. Igniting the spiritual battle between Yahweh and Lucifer, Adam’s naive bite of the forbidden fruit shatters his blissful marriage to Eve and damages the core of his inner self. Dazed when they’re expelled from the Garden, he plots a strategy, but Eve won’t speak to him now, and he has no idea how to control his new impulses and emotions. Can they ever recover? What will God do about it? And how does this still affect us today?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author bio:

Melinda Viergever Inman was raised in a storytelling family. There her roots were sunk. During years of relocation, tragedy struck. Wounded and heartbroken, she forsook her roots and ran from herself and from God. A prodigal now returned, she writes with passion, illustrating God’s love for wounded people as he makes beauty from ashes. For more info: http://melindainman.com/about-fallen/.

 

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Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller

Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller
Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller

Book Blurb:

Agent Yagil faces the fight of his calling as a Guardian Angel. His newest assignment is going to take every bit of perseverance and patience he has.

Seventeen-year-old Amber Reynolds is looking for some freedom and independence from her rigid lifestyle. Going behind her parents’ back, she takes a part-time job at the renowned inn located within Ambrosial Acres.

As Agent Yagil watches over Amber, he discovers things are not what they seem. Despite its wondrous beauty, Ambrosial Acres hides a dark and supernatural secret.

Between Amber’s new coworker crushes, her menacing stalker, a mysterious online stranger, and the evil agents out to lead her down a path of self-destruction, Agent Yagil struggles to keep her safe. To keep her from using her freewill that will bring harm to herself—and others.

Will Agent Yagil succeed? Or will his shortcomings get in the way?

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Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller

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Ten minutes had gone by since Amber went into the girls’ restroom. What was she doing in there? Shaving her legs? Texting someone? The door swung open and I tilted my head, squinting. Before she walked in, she had on a white cardigan and khaki pants, but now she wore a black hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans.
She must have stashed another set of clothes into her backpack—when I wasn’t looking. About the makeup, she didn’t have any on this morning either. She looked like a raccoon, and I was itching to wipe off her thick layer of obsidian eyeliner. Her dark red lipstick irritated me even more.
Is it a form of rebellion? An attempt to target the opposite sex? Or is it a way to fit in with her peers?
I picked up the pace as she rushed upstairs. She slid into a desk at the back of the room as I leaned my back against the cold wall. A group of teenagers occupied the remaining desks.
Amber tilted her head to the side as if studying something.
Me?
But that was impossible! If she could truly see me, she’d jump out of her desk, stumble to the floor, and run out of the classroom, screaming at the top of her lungs. Or she would faint before she had a chance to do either of those things.
Curious to know what she was really looking at, I turned around. It was a chart—a very visual one—of the reproductive system. Of course, out of all the classes, we could be in, we had to be inside Sex Ed.
Bleck!
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Hallelujah! After five classes, second-period lunch, and several bathroom breaks, the last bell of the day finally buzzed. She raced to the parking lot and cranked up her Jeep. Once she left the school grounds she sped all the way to Coppice Lane. She slammed on the brakes and whipped the wheel to the left. I, on the other hand, continued to go straight, heading for a group of laurels. Oomph!
I better get a promotion for this.
I peeled my face off the tree and spit out a few leaves, then followed her down the road for another mile. She came to a halt in front of the wrought iron gates. Cherubim statutes, crisscrossing their swords, towered above them. A metal sign—right above their heads—said WELCOME TO AMBROSIAL ACRES.
The gates swung open and the Jeep crept through.
A tall man with a brawny physique walked out in the middle of the road. His long, jet-black hair blew behind him as he threw a hand up, signaling her to stop.
“Welcome. I’m Micah…the groundskeeper.” He studied her for a brief moment, and then continued, “If you’re here to visit the Inn, then proceed down this road until you reach the four-way intersection. Follow the sign that says SOUTH. When you arrive, you’ll see a wooded parking lot.”
“Thanks.” Amber smiled timidly.
He eyeballed the Jeep as she drove away, his blue eyes glinting immensely. With a man like that guarding the front entrance, intruders didn’t stand a chance.
Almond blossoms with pink petals lined either side of the road. A group of men worked in the vibrant green fields lying right behind them. Some were pushing wheelbarrows while the others raked up leaves. They waved at Amber as she drove by.
A young man with safety glasses, holding a leaf blower, looked up and grinned in my direction. My nerves became unsettled.
Can he see me?
But then he pulled his gaze away, blowing grass and flower petals everywhere. Okay, that made the second time today when I questioned the invisibility function of my suit. I better have it checked out by one of the celestial tailors—just in case.
She arrived at the four-way intersection. The wooden signs on the lampposts rocked back and forth, each one engraved with the four cardinal points—north, south, east, and west. A set of wrought iron gates stood behind them.

 

Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller
Excerpt Tuesday With Jannette Fuller

Author Bio: 

Jannette loves spending time with God and her family. She’s a fangirl of everything lovely, and always tries to see the best in everyone, except for the villains in her YA series (Ambrosial Acres).

When not blogging or writing her latest article, she watches Maco Mermaids on Netflix, sweating away unwanted calories. She’s a bit of a neat freak, too. Her home always sparkles. But her daily walks through the enchanted forest is one of her favorite pastimes of all.

There’s more to be said, but then her bio would end up being a memoir.

 

 

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Coming Full Circle, Release

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Title: Coming Full Circle
Series: Pembrooke Series (Book 2)
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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She knew what it was like to feel unwanted.

At an early age Eliza Anderson learned a very hard lesson. Sometimes the people who are supposed to love you the most are the ones that cause you the most pain. She learned to guard herself, hesitating to let anyone close for fear of feeling that rejection all over again. Then Ethan came into her life, and what had started as a simple childhood crush morphed into a friendship she eventually came to cherish above all else. He was her safe place. Her rock. A shoulder she could lean on. Until he ripped it all away.

He knew what it was like to feel like an outsider.

Ethan Prewitt grew up learning that you couldn’t always trust the people you loved the most to be there. That sense of security he craved had always alluded him, leaving him to feel like an interloper in his own home. He dreamed of escaping the small town of Pembrooke and building a life where he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself. What he never expected was for his friendship with Eliza to grow into something that meant everything to him.

Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. But now Ethan’s home and he’s determined to make it right. It was time for their relationship to come full circle.

Because what they had was once in a lifetime.

***This is Book 2 in the Pembrooke series, a spin-off of Wildflower. They are interconnected standalones.***

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“If you’re done with your meal, please feel free to pay your tab, tip the waitress, and leave.” Her tone might have sounded polite, but the way she said it meant it wasn’t so much a suggestion as a demand.

“Shit, Eliza. I’m sorry,” I breathed, running a hand through my hair.

“You know, you’ve been saying that a lot lately.”

“Because I mean it!” I bit back.

“Then stop saying it and start showing it, Ethan. What have you actually done to prove to me or anybody in this town that you’re sorry for being a shitty friend or a shitty brother for the past six years?”

Jesus Christ, she hadn’t been kidding when she said she’d changed. The Eliza I knew was always headstrong, but she’d never been one to make a scene or give someone a verbal ass kicking, even when they deserved it. Clearly, with age came a sharp tongue where Eliza Anderson was concerned. And fuck if it wasn’t sexy as hell to see her reacting with so much passion.

Before I had a chance to apologize again, or maybe do something stupid like tell her just how gorgeous I found her in that very moment another presence interrupted our standoff. And, unlike Quinn’s appearance, that particular blast from the past was unwanted, and very unwelcomed.

“Hi, Ethan. I thought that was you.”

Even if the feminine voice wasn’t familiar to me — in that nails-on-a-chalkboard kind of way — the way Eliza’s entire body went rigid and her face blanked would have told me exactly who was standing behind her.

I knew good and well that Eliza couldn’t stand my on-again-off-again ex-girlfriend Shannon, and she had every right. I’d started dating her my freshman year of high school. She was a year ahead of me in school, sixteen years old, and more than willing to put out with one of the guys from the varsity football team. And seeing as I was a dumbass kid who was only thinking with his dick, I thought she’d walked on water, and throughout the next four years, we broke up and got back together more times than I could count on either hand. She cheated, had a nasty jealous streak, was a spoiled, entitled little brat, and my sister never liked her. Those red flags should have been enough for me to realize that not only wasn’t she a good girlfriend, but she pretty much sucked as a human being all together.

Over the years, one of Shannon’s hot buttons was my relationship with Eliza. Because she didn’t understand what our friendship was like back then, and she felt that she was the only person without a dick I should have been allowed to talk to, she took a distinct dislike to Eliza. And let it show.

She treated Eliza like shit whenever she thought I wouldn’t find out about it, bullying her and being as cruel and nasty as a bitch like her could possibly be, thinking her pussy was enough to keep me on a leash while she secretly treated my best friend like shit. We fought about it constantly, because if I wasn’t there to see it myself, someone else always managed to tell me what evil Shannon was up to when I wasn’t around. Because Eliza was so young and quiet, she most certainly wouldn’t have told me herself.

It wasn’t until I pulled my head out of my ass and finally noticed just how closed off Eliza became whenever Shannon was around that I finally pulled the cord, ending things for good.

But Shannon, being the worst kind of bitch, didn’t use our breakup as a reason to stop her torment of Eliza. She’d never been one to apply herself to much of anything, so while I was in college, she was still in Pembrooke, trying to hold on to her old glory days from high school. I could remember multiple occasions where I’d have to drive my ass all the way from Laramie just so I could hold Eliza while she cried after Shannon had done something particularly mean. I hated not being in the same town to stop my jealous ex, but Eliza swore up and down she didn’t need my protection.

That didn’t stop me from hauling my ass over to Shannon’s house on multiple occasions and ripping the woman a new asshole. Unfortunately it never helped.

Suddenly discovering that venomous woman was still living in the same town as my sweet, mild-mannered (or at least she used to be) best friend made every muscle in my body lock, ready to battle.

“Shannon,” I spoke through clenched teeth, refusing to take my eyes off Eliza as the other woman bumped against her shoulder in an effort to get closer to me.

“I heard you were back,” she said in a low voice that I was sure men who didn’t realize what a blood-sucking shrew she was would find seductive. I wasn’t one of them. Reaching across the table, she ran a painted nail along the back of my hands as she continued with that ridiculous fucking voice. “It’s been a long time. I was hoping we could catch up.”

“Hasn’t been long enough, and as far as I’m concerned there’s nothing to catch up on. I’m just here, catching up with an old friend and trying to enjoy my meal. So…” Anyone else would have taken the hint and taken off before they did something to embarrass themselves. But not her. Because heartless skanks had no shame.

“Well I’ll join you,” she said cheerfully, shoving Eliza out of the way in order to claim the bench across from me.

My mouth opened to object, but my girl got there first, shocking the hell out of me while filling my chest with pride all at the same time. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she said in a syrupy sweet voice.

Shannon looked at her with a hateful glare. “What? Why?”

“There’s a sign clearly posted outside that states ‘no shoes, no shirt, no service’ and seeing as half your shirt looks like it was ripped off by a mountain lion or something before you walked in here, your clothing choices aren’t meeting the standards of this particular establishment.” And just to add insult to injury, she added, sweetly, “Maybe try the Denny’s on the other side of town? I just hope their no dogs allowed policy won’t count for you.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, you stupid, frumpy bitch?!” Shannon started to stand, but I shot from my seat and stood in front of Eliza faster. After that display I had no doubt she could do more than just hold her own, but she’d said her piece. If Shannon was stupid enough not to get that she wasn’t wanted, I was going to clear things up. There was no reason for Eliza to be forced to engage any further than she already had.

“No one invited you to sit here,” I told her, the tone of my voice causing her eyes to grow wide.

“But… Ethan—”

I cut her off, not feeling bad in the slightest. “I didn’t ask you to join me for lunch, and I sure as fuck don’t want you sitting across from me while I’m trying to keep my food down. So since Eliza doesn’t want you here, and I sure as shit don’t want you here, there’s no reason for you to stay.”

“Babe, just let me—”

“We have nothing to catch up on seeing as the last words I ever spoke to you were that if I ever found out you so much as looked at Eliza wrong, I’d make your life miserable. You clearly didn’t listen, so it looks like I’ll have to make good on my promise.”

I could hear the muffled voices and movement from the people straining to hear, but other than Shannon’s spiteful words, they hadn’t been able to hear the full exchange, which did nothing but make her look like an even bigger fool since most of the town had always thought Eliza to be the sweetest.

“You’re still standing here,” a sarcastic voice spoke up from behind me. I barely suppressed an eye roll when I turned to look over my shoulder to give Eliza a really? Could you not right now look.

She shrugged, but had the grace to look properly scolded.

It was the pure hate in Shannon’s voice that forced my head to turn back around as she spoke, “You always chose her over me.” She spit as her eyes shot fire in my direction. “That twisted, weird little relationship you guys had back them was creepy and it’s still fucking creepy today.”

I shrugged. “Rather be in a relationship only you would consider creepy than stuck with a heartless bitch like you.”

She moved to slap me, a motion I would have had no problem blocking had a particular little ball of fire not jumped in front of me and grabbed Shannon’s wrist before I could. “You slap him and, so help me God, I’ll rip your hair out at the roots. Now get the hell out of my building before I have someone call the cops and escort your ass out.”

We both watched in silence as a red-faced, clearly embarrassed Shannon spun on her hooker heels and stomped out of the café.

“Well…” I breathed, gaining Eliza’s attention. “That was fun.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she turned and headed back for the kitchen, but not before I saw the corners of her mouth twitching with a suppressed smile.

Progress.

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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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Coming Full Circle–Excerpt Reveal

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Title: Coming Full Circle
Series: Pembrooke Series (Book 2)
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 3

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She knew what it was like to feel unwanted.

At an early age Eliza Anderson learned a very hard lesson. Sometimes the people who are supposed to love you the most are the ones that cause you the most pain. She learned to guard herself, hesitating to let anyone close for fear of feeling that rejection all over again. Then Ethan came into her life, and what had started as a simple childhood crush morphed into a friendship she eventually came to cherish above all else. He was her safe place. Her rock. A shoulder she could lean on. Until he ripped it all away.

He knew what it was like to feel like an outsider.

Ethan Prewitt grew up learning that you couldn’t always trust the people you loved the most to be there. That sense of security he craved had always alluded him, leaving him to feel like an interloper in his own home. He dreamed of escaping the small town of Pembrooke and building a life where he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself. What he never expected was for his friendship with Eliza to grow into something that meant everything to him.

Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. But now Ethan’s home and he’s determined to make it right. It was time for their relationship to come full circle.

Because what they had was once in a lifetime.

***This is Book 2 in the Pembrooke series, a spin-off of Wildflower. They are interconnected standalones.***

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I fell in love with Ethan Prewitt when I was nine years old.

It wasn’t real love or anything. I was only nine — almost ten — after all, but back then it was the most intense, consuming emotion I’d ever experienced in my young life. From nine to twelve I was a blushing, giggling, stuttering mess whenever he was around, and seeing as my Dad and his wife Chloe were best friends with Ethan’s sister and brother-in-law, he was around a lot.

Ethan was gorgeous and popular and way too old for me — which only added to the thrill of it. But as time passed and we really got to know each other, that young, childish love evolved. I started to grow up, mature, and that immature infatuation turned into a friendship the likes of which I cherished above all else.

My relationship with Ethan was the most important thing in my life. It was him I went to when I needed advice, his opinion I held in the highest regard, his shoulder I leaned on whenever I needed someone to share my burdens with. As the years passed, that respect only grew.

He turned into the best friend I could have ever had. We told each other everything, confiding things we wouldn’t dare tell anyone else. We shared our ambitions and dreams. We knew each other better than anyone else. I needed him. I grew to depend on him.

And looking back, I realized that was my biggest mistake.

Because needing someone didn’t necessarily mean they needed you back. It was a lesson I’d learned even before Ethan came into my life. You could give a person all the love you were capable of carrying, but that didn’t mean you’d get the same in return.

My mother hadn’t taught me much in my life, but that particular lesson was the one that stuck the most, sad as it was.

There were people in your life who were supposed to care, supposed to do their best to protect you from all the bad. My father was one of those people, his wife Chloe another. It hurt to know my own mother, my flesh and blood, wasn’t one of those people, and for that very reason, I kept my circle small. Only those who I’d go to the ends of the earth for and who I trusted to do the same for me were allowed in. I appreciated quality over quantity, and while keeping people out sometimes led to being lonely, I’d convinced myself that it was enough. I had everyone I’d ever need. I had Dad and Chloe, Noah and Harlow, my other friend Lilly.

And I had Ethan. Or so I thought.

I only had him for six years before I lost him.

Now I’ve spent the next six regretting the fact that I ever let Ethan Prewitt in.

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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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Unstable By S.E. Hall

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Title: Unstable
Author: S.E. Hall
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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You can put up a front… but destiny already has your back

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After eight years, Henley Calvert is headed home. Back to the family farm and small town she left behind, never to be thought of again.

Too much regret and shame to bear.

But she’s the only one left to see to her family’s legacy, so she must return to Ashfall and face all the ghosts that haunt her.

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Gatlin Holt, the family farmhand, awaits her arrival, and lends a hand—in more ways than one. He reacquaints Henley with the lay of the land while helping her heal her soul with a new outlook on life.

Yet every time she thinks some peace may be within reach, Henley hits another roadblock. The biggest of which is Keaton Cash—her childhood nemesis who owns the farm next door.

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And no, it’s not a love triangle. That’s impossible when Henley’s heart is closed, incapable of love.

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“No, Keaton. I was bored and thought I’d come play ‘tag’ with ‘em for a little while.”

“Then you’re doing a helluva job, ‘cause they’re fixin’ to tag ya back.”

What’s he blathering about now? I turn and look…but refuse to sigh or show any sign of defeat…that some of the cows, are in fact, wandering back into the field I just shooed them out of.

Really? I seem to remember—open the gate to where the food is—they’ll go. So why they’re not cooperating now, in what has to be the first time since Noah let two of them on the Arc, has to be some weird conspiracy just to embarrass me in front of Keaton.

“Let me help you,” he says too kindly, moving to do so before I can refuse.

He uses his hat to swipe at the few remaining anarchist cows, sending them on their way. And Lord knows why, but I take a moment to peruse him…see just exactly how he turned out, physically anyway.

Hair still as black as the Stetson in his hand, jeans still as tight as he’s always played his cards to his chest. Every movement precise and purposeful, nothing wasted, just like he’s always been: good at everything.

Except recognizing value in the most valuable.

Back in the day, he’d been the boy to watch. A football star, a rodeo champ…and watch them they did—every girl in town.

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S.E. Hall

S.E. Hall, lover of all things anticipation and romance, is the author of The Evolve Series: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled, Entice, Endure and companion novellas Baby Mama Drama and Guide for Tools Looking to Date My Daughter by character Sawyer Beckett. S.E. also wrote the stand-alone Finally Found novels Pretty Instinct and Pretty Remedy. Her co-written works include The Provocative Professions Collection: Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled 1&2, One Naughty Night and full-length, standalone novels Matched and Filthy Foreign Exchange with Angela Graham as well as Conspire, a romantic suspense, written with Erin Noelle.

S.E. resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 daughters of the home. When not writing or reading, she can be found “enthusiastically cheering” on one of her girls’ softball games.

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Title: Coming Full Circle
Series: Pembrooke Series (Book 2)
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 3

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She knew what it was like to feel unwanted.

At an early age Eliza Anderson learned a very hard lesson. Sometimes the people who are supposed to love you the most are the ones that cause you the most pain. She learned to guard herself, hesitating to let anyone close for fear of feeling that rejection all over again. Then Ethan came into her life, and what had started as a simple childhood crush morphed into a friendship she eventually came to cherish above all else. He was her safe place. Her rock. A shoulder she could lean on. Until he ripped it all away.

He knew what it was like to feel like an outsider.

Ethan Prewitt grew up learning that you couldn’t always trust the people you loved the most to be there. That sense of security he craved had always alluded him, leaving him to feel like an interloper in his own home. He dreamed of escaping the small town of Pembrooke and building a life where he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself. What he never expected was for his friendship with Eliza to grow into something that meant everything to him.

Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. But now Ethan’s home and he’s determined to make it right. It was time for their relationship to come full circle.

Because what they had was once in a lifetime.

***This is Book 2 in the Pembrooke series, a spin-off of Wildflower. They are interconnected standalones.***

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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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Now & Forever Still by A.M. Johnson

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Title: Now & Forever Still
Author: A.M. Johnson
Series: Forever Still
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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A glimpse into the future.
Four couples.
Eight lives.
A moment in time.

Now and Forever Still gives us a “where are they now” look at our favorite characters from the Forever Still Series.

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“Shh, Little Bug. Daddy’s here.” She had completely kicked her way out of the tight burrito blanket wrap Liz always insisted on, even though it never stayed. A smile pulled across my face; Sailor had already started trying to show her independence. She settled down once I had her in my arms. I held her tight against my chest as I sat down in the rocking chair. The easy feel of her tiny body next to mine was breathtaking. I imagined she could hear my heart as she laid her cheek against the skin of my bare chest. This small moment connecting us, making me feel whole, making my entire existence worthwhile. In her tiny hands, her eyes, in the quick little breaths that brought her life, this little girl claimed my soul. “Yeah, Bug, it’s you and me tonight.”

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A.M. Johnson lives in Utah with her family where she works as a full-time nurse. If she’s not busy with her three munchkins, you’ll find her buried in a book or behind the keyboard. She loves romance and all things passionate. Amanda enjoys exploring all genres and bringing life to the human experience.

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Coming Full Circle–Jessica Prince

Title: Coming Full Circle
Series: Pembrooke Series (Book 2)
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 3

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Cover Reveal: September 15

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She knew what it was like to feel unwanted.

At an early age Eliza Anderson learned a very hard lesson. Sometimes the people who are supposed to love you the most are the ones that cause you the most pain. She learned to guard herself, hesitating to let anyone close for fear of feeling that rejection all over again. Then Ethan came into her life, and what had started as a simple childhood crush morphed into a friendship she eventually came to cherish above all else. He was her safe place. Her rock. A shoulder she could lean on. Until he ripped it all away.

He knew what it was like to feel like an outsider.

Ethan Prewitt grew up learning that you couldn’t always trust the people you loved the most to be there. That sense of security he craved had always alluded him, leaving him to feel like an interloper in his own home. He dreamed of escaping the small town of Pembrooke and building a life where he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself. What he never expected was for his friendship with Eliza to grow into something that meant everything to him.

Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. But now Ethan’s home and he’s determined to make it right. It was time for their relationship to come full circle.

Because what they had was once in a lifetime.

***This is Book 2 in the Pembrooke series, a spin-off of Wildflower. They are interconnected standalones.***

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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists

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Please Show Compassion For Autistic People and their therapists

Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists
I’m sure most of you have heard about the cop on Florida who shot a therapist to an autistic man. This poor man wasn’t doing anything wrong. He, let me say it again. He was helping his patient. Helping.

When I read this story I was fuming and still am as I’m writing this post. The article also said this same policeman pointed a gun at the autistic man. Are you kidding me? From what I read it sounds like he had a meltdown, and said someone said he wanted to kill himself. Not sure, if he said that or not. It was also called in that he had a gun. It wasn’t a gun, it was a toy truck.

In another article, which I’ll quote and post a link to. The man had ran away from his group home, and he was trying to comfort him.

The behavioral therapist said he was comforting his patient, who ran away from the group home where Kinsey works.

When North Miami police arrived on the scene, the black therapist feared cops would mistake the 27-year-old patient’s toy truck for a weapon.

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Kinsey lay on his back on the street and put his arms in the air to show his hands were empty.

I’m going to the ground, just like this with my hands up,” he told a local news station from his hospital room as he raised his arms above his head.

“And I’m telling him again, ‘Sir, there’s no need for firearms. I’m unarmed. This is an autistic guy, He has a toy truck in his hand.’”

You can read the whole article here. 

Why in the world would any cop believe it is okay to continue to point a gun at a man with autism? The therapist told him. Like, seriously would he had done this to a child? This poor man more than likely has a mind of a child. I don’t know cause I don’t know him, but do know he was playing with a truck.

There’s so much to worry about with our kiddos on the spectrum. Do we now have to worry if they have a meltdown or run away, (which can happen ), that a cop might pull a gun on our son or daughter and shoot them?

Compassion. People. Need to learn compassion. Talk to the young man or woman. Try and help them. DON’T TRY AND SHOOT THEM! I’m for cops, but this makes me mad. This cop needs be held responsible and not let off.

Please, and I beg all law enforcement to start having training on how to handle someone on the autism spectrum. Learn how to talk to them so they’re not scared. Those on the spectrum aren’t dangerous. Do you all here that? They’re not dangerous. Most are the sweetest people you’ll ever meet!

As a mama to 3 on this spectrum my heart aches for this young man. He must have been so scared and I’m sure still is. I pray for him and the therapist and for the officer.

Stop pulling guns first. Stop think and show compassion. God help us.

Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

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Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

We pick up this weekend where we left off. Kyle is teasing Erin. Let’s see how she reacts. OH, by the way, Road To Recovery released this week and is already a bestseller in the Women’s fiction, Christian genre. YAY!

“What’s that?” Her mouth went dry, and she resisted the urge to squirm in her chair as he spoke. His voice reached her so deep that she swore she could feel him in her bones.

“You go on a date with me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Kyle straightened and pinned her with a stare, his eyes darkening. “No, I’m not. If you want to know, you have to agree to go on a date with me first.”

Erin stood, grabbed the charts, and grunted. “I’m not going out with you.” She turned to walk away from him, but she didn’t make it far before his next words had her turning back.

 

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This book was released under my pen name a few years ago. It has been redone and had faith added to it.

Dr. Erin Miller vows to never let a man penetrate her heart again. With her life on track once again, all a girl needs is a career she loves, amazing friends and God. Right? When a mentorship with the Chief Pediatric Surgeon becomes available, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Maybe this is just what the doctor ordered! Confident she will be chosen for the coveted role of mentee. That is, until the handsome and charismatic Dr. Kyle Reynolds decides he wants the mentorship as well. Time to crush him!

Kyle Reynolds has lost everything, including his wife and daughter, and his faith. With nothing left in his life worth living for, except his job, he sets his sights on the new mentorship position with single-minded determination. The only obstacle between him and his goal is Dr. Erin Miller. No biggie, he can handle her. Or at least he thinks he can. Can Kyle stick to his guns or will his heart get in the way?

 

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