<?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-35830236</id><updated>2011-12-29T05:13:08.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's Amazing book and movie reviews and blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Book reviews, movie reviews of those I have read/watched.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1772588424806934195</id><published>2011-12-29T05:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T05:13:08.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes I HAVE to get this book!</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/1616382805"&gt;The 13th Demon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Realms (October 4, 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://brucehennigan.com/"&gt;Bruce Hennigan&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Z2ZZV7zJo/Tqd885BxCII/AAAAAAAAEFs/xrXLTRYUdNU/s1600/Bruce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Z2ZZV7zJo/Tqd885BxCII/AAAAAAAAEFs/xrXLTRYUdNU/s200/Bruce.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bruce Hennigan was born and raised in the isolated countryside of Shreveport, La., a place full of possibilities for the active mind of a young boy. The fertile imagination he cultivated while playing deep in the Louisiana woods would lead to a lifelong love of creative writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, Hennigan pursued the Certified Apologetic Instructor Certificate from the North American Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention. He has become a frequent speaker at regional and state events on apologetics and his strong point is in making these sometimes hard to understand issues easily approachable for the average Christian. Hennigan’s experience in apologetics inspired him to write his new novel, &lt;i&gt;The 13th Demon: Altar of the Spiral Eye&lt;/i&gt;, a supernatural Christian thriller that combines science and faith. Now, combining his love for apologetics and his love for the art of writing, Hennigan is pursuing a career as the “Michael Crichton” of Christian fiction building powerful, fast paced stories around the truths of Christian apologetics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hennigan currently resides in Shreveport with his wife and daughter. He continues to write and to practice radiology at the Willis Knighton Health Care System. He has secured Jeff Jernigan of Hidden Value Group (www.hiddenvaluegroup.com) as his literary agent and has signed a five book deal with the Realms imprint of Charisma Media for “The Chronicles of Jonathan Steel”.  &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_bzuW8rAvE/Tqd9J11l2RI/AAAAAAAAEF0/PnHfwWDuzS0/s1600/The_13th_Demon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_bzuW8rAvE/Tqd9J11l2RI/AAAAAAAAEF0/PnHfwWDuzS0/s1600/The_13th_Demon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Jonathan Steel wakes up on a beach in a raging thunderstorm, naked, beaten, and bleeding, he has no idea who he is or how he got there. But just as he starts to make progress in his slow journey to recovery, tragedy strikes again, taking everything in his new life that he has come to love and rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with rage and a thirst for revenge, he searches the countryside for the entity responsible—an entity called only the Thirteenth Demon. His quest brings him to Lakeside, Louisiana, and a small country church where evil is in control and strange writing on the walls, blood-soaked floors, and red-eyed spiders have appeared in the sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he faces the final confrontation with an evil presence that has pursued him all of his life, he must choose between helping the people he loves or destroying the thirteenth demon.&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/1616382805"&gt;The 13th Demon&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/10/13th-demon.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/35830236-1772588424806934195?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1772588424806934195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1772588424806934195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1772588424806934195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1772588424806934195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yes-i-have-to-get-this-book.html' title='Oh Yes I HAVE to get this book!'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Z2ZZV7zJo/Tqd885BxCII/AAAAAAAAEFs/xrXLTRYUdNU/s72-c/Bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1267607789429163571</id><published>2011-12-29T04:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T05:04:08.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Earth Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpL74I-cgo/TvxD6KlcFnI/AAAAAAAABCg/3mMZ-RPrVuU/s1600/another%2Bearth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpL74I-cgo/TvxD6KlcFnI/AAAAAAAABCg/3mMZ-RPrVuU/s320/another%2Bearth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691498695642322546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I had high hopes for this movie. I know it's not a big "blockbuster" movie. But I thought I would be better than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want fantasy, I want to step outside of reality. My view of reality here isn't that great. I long for something more, or at least the idea of something better or just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Earth &lt;/span&gt;did not provide something different. All it did is give you the idea that there is this parallel earth that may be the same, may be different, may be you could live another life with different choices and consequences, maybe it would be better...&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE. That's all this movie was. It was good at posing the questions, but there were no answers. In a movie that by the very title and description should fall outside of reality, this movie did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Earth&lt;/span&gt; did not answer questions, and did not give us even a glimpse of life on this other Earth. We didn't get a fascinating story line, it's just a normal story that anybody might have lived. A minor was driving drunk, killed a family, and was sent to jail for 4 years. The father/husband survived, after being in a coma. The story revolves around their lives after this tragedy and how they are coping with reality. This other earth and chance at another life, a different life, one where his family lived, and she didn't kill them. Yes the possibility was there, but nothing was shown to us, no questions of this other earth were answered, no visions were given, not even life as a dream. NOTHING except harsh reality and questions. Nothing to make me think, "oh this could be better, this could take me out of my reality into a better world." That's what I wanted to see, and failed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this isn't a real movie, we haven't found a parallel earth, but since this movie presented the Idea to us, it should have Shown us the possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my opinion is just my opinion, while I am living a failed life, while I had to go and write about my life before I posted this review to show people where I am coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's an average movie, it's a good drama. I deals with pain, loss, decisions and consequences. And what would happen if you made another choice. If you like dramas that deal with life, a life not your own, then by all means watch it, it's a great movie for you. But presenting it as this fantasy, alternate reality type of movie, that just didn't get me to like the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to IMDB&lt;a href="http://http//www.imdb.com/title/tt1549572/"&gt; http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1549572/ &lt;/a&gt;to read more about the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1267607789429163571?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1549572/' title='Another Earth Movie Review'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1267607789429163571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1267607789429163571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1267607789429163571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1267607789429163571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-earth-movie-review.html' title='Another Earth Movie Review'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpL74I-cgo/TvxD6KlcFnI/AAAAAAAABCg/3mMZ-RPrVuU/s72-c/another%2Bearth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-2453209501118317198</id><published>2011-12-29T03:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T04:34:07.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hi everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I haven't been on in over 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I doubt if anyone reads this. Or maybe you just came across it and really there's nothing interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This was started to post for CFBA, Christian Fiction Blog Alliance. Christian book reviews. I received books. Basically just had to post the copy of the review given to all of us; just to get it out there to more people. I did expand on some of my reviews. I have read some very good books!!! I have wanted to be a writer. Mostly I thought, or came by way of my life to think, that nothing I wrote or even reviewed was good enough. I got "terminated" from a job in 2002, that was basically a lay off, because the bottom 15% had to go...how is that getting fired? I mean there will ALWAYS be a bottom 15%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Nursing school. Mainly because my best friend, and now sister-in-law did and had just gotten a job right out of school in 2002. But I am a very compassionate person, I want to help people, I don't always know how, but I want to make people feel better. It would be good money, and my husband wouldn't have to work road construction, he could work somewhere and be home every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well I failed. I didn't fail school not really, I graduated in May 6, 2005. I passed the Nursing Board exam and got my Registered Nurse license July 11, 2005. It was good through my birthday or 2 years, whichever came first. I had the paper, I had the grades, but my teachers didn't believe I had the skills. They failed me in theory, but passed me anyway. They told me I was too slow, I couldn't learn any more, or get better going back to school for that final semester of class, the only one I "failed". That I failed the clinicals, not the written stuff. That I wasn't good enough. Well it's an associate program. It went TOO FAST for me. And I was NEVER a bad student. I got A's and B's mainly. Not until the school put me in Advanced Math did I start falling lower. I got a C- and hid it from my parents for a week. I was good in basic math. Not past algebra though I wasn't doing well. I did in everything else. And in college I had to take Chemistry which is a lot of Math and I got an A! I worked hard. I had a young son too, he was 2 when I when back to school for Nursing, 5 when I graduated. He liked mommy's stethoscope. He was proud of me, as proud as a 5 year old can be, he wanted to do what mommy did. But I failled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No Experience, that's what they all said, nobody would give me a chance and hire me. Of course not, why would they? With my bad references from the teachers that wanted to fail me, and the past job I got "terminated" from. Nobody gave me a chance. And my husband even though it was just a road construction job, we had insurance, and pretty good money, except with the not being home much. He didn't want me applying far away, he didn't want to move and risk it. By the last 2 months before my license expired in December, I was applying farther away, 350 miles, not completely across the country, but still nobody hired me. And in South Dakota nursing requirements, you have to have worked a minimum of 140 hours I think was the number. So nobody hired me, and my degree became worthless. I can't just take a class or 2 to get my license back. I would have to go through school again...and not just one semester, IF they would have failed me in college, IF I would have went back for that one semester I probably would have made it, but that's not what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After that, even applying for CNA, nursing aide jobs I couldn't get hired. I was even told I had "no experience"! Excuse me? I worked 6 months as a CNA in mental health for geriatrics, old people, so yes I had experience. Any nursing home or other place could have hired me as a CNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So depression set in hard. I started being on the computer all the time, talking to people, playing games. I found a friend that introduced me to CFBA so I had something to do there, though it wasn't a paying job, it felt good for awhile. Then something else came along, myyearbook.com. I was helping people, in battles, that's when my book reviews stopped. I was totally busy with that. But it didn't fix my life. My life still sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My husband got too sick and couldn't work road construction, he can't really do anything physical, he got a desk job now. Actually I got that job first, then he got hired there. But they fired me because I was sick too much, mainly I have migraines, and I missed too many days of work. Now both of us are only in our 30's and can barely work. I had first tried to ask my job to let me work part time. Well that was just for students, or people with a medical reason...me not knowing that something such as migraines would make a person "disabled," but that is basically what I am now. I have tried everything. I can't afford the pills I need. And I can't work. If I got fired from  a desk job, what else can I do? I might be able to work something part time, but even that would have to have special exceptions made for me. I would have to be able to make up the time that I missed. Not just "If you miss 8 days you're gone." "But we would like you to make up that time even though we can't remove those strikes against you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So now, I am disabled, trying to get disability, depressed, really don't have any friends, my husband makes $9.00 an hour to support me, him, and a now 11 year old son. We are on food stamps, but still that isn't enough, we have to pay $400 out of his check just for insurance. They put our son on Medicaid, but neither of us can get it, and the fact that we have to pay that much of our income doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am a Christian, now most people would think, oh you should be happy. I am. I am happy that my home is in Heaven, that my home is not in this worthless life, that one day, when I die or Jesus takes me away, one day I will be blissfully happy. Then there will be no pain, no sorrow, no suffering, no wondering if someone if going to take my kid away from me, or take me to jail for not being able to pay my bills!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What am I trying to say writing all this? I don't know, maybe I just want someone to see, to care. I am a very loving, compassionate person, I sincerely want to HELP people. But I can't. Everything I do fails. Even this myyearbook.com battle thing, that I thought of as a "job" to help people. I have been caught up in it for 2 and a half years. It fails too, there are too many haters out there, too much hate, not enough love, not enough people that sincerely CARE, or even care that there is someone that may care. People are too caught up in their depression, and lots of times as I see, caught up in their hatred to get out of it. If only I can help them, but they don't want help, or don't need it, or think they need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know what to do to help people, I know WHO to show them to save their lives, but then again, it's not THIS life that HE is saving. Sometimes, but not always. Sometimes there is no way out of this life, we have to go through the suffering, but our next life, Heaven will be better, it will be bliss beyond imagination! I can't wait to go! But I must wait. I cannot end this life, because that would be like spitting in God's face saying you aren't good enough to help me get through this life, and there are things God wants me and all of us to do. I don't know what, and I have failed at so much, but there is a reason I am here, and why Kaylina is in Heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What will happen in my new year? I don't know. I will try my best to make it better. But I don't know where it's going. I know where I have been, and if anyone can read this and relate to it, and know there is someone else out there that cares, that has been through bad things in life...I am here. My experience may not be the same or even close to yours, but we all feel, we all cry, even if we try to hide it, we all have to go through something. Even people who may seen to have a "perfect life" don't. There is no such thing here on Earth. Only God in Heaven can give us the perfect life when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my friends who have also been through "it" and stand by me, always. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-2453209501118317198?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2453209501118317198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=2453209501118317198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2453209501118317198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2453209501118317198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-my-life.html' title='About My Life'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-4407944607857659135</id><published>2009-09-08T05:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:43:24.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Enchantress by Marylu Tyndall</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1602601577"&gt;The Blue Enchantress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Barbour Books (August 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mltyndall.com/index.html"&gt;M.L.Tyndall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SqRmt-ASo1I/AAAAAAAADCs/7E_Ikss4HFM/s1600-h/Mltyndall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378536794911581010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SqRmt-ASo1I/AAAAAAAADCs/7E_Ikss4HFM/s320/Mltyndall3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. L. (MaryLu) Tyndall grew up on the beaches of South Florida loving the sea and the warm tropics. But despite the beauty around her, she always felt an ache in her soul--a longing for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, she married and moved to California where she had two children and settled into a job at a local computer company. Although she had done everything the world expected, she was still miserable. She hated her job and her marriage was falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for purpose, adventure and true love, she spent her late twenties and early thirties doing all the things the world told her would make her happy, and after years, her children suffered, her second marriage suffered, and she was still miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she picked up her old Bible, dusted it off, and began to read. Somewhere in the middle, God opened her hardened heart to see that He was real, that He still loved her, and that He had a purpose for her life, if she'd only give her heart to Him completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had written stories her whole life, but never had the confidence to try and get any of them published. But as God began to change her heart, He also showed her that writing had been His wonderful plan for her all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other current release in the Charles Towne Belles series includes &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602601569"&gt;The Red Siren&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SqRkxS-UU6I/AAAAAAAADCk/WbO-oi4vXO0/s1600-h/The+Blue+Enchantress+Cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378534653056799650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SqRkxS-UU6I/AAAAAAAADCk/WbO-oi4vXO0/s320/The+Blue+Enchantress+Cover.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Betrayed by the man she longed to marry, Hope Westcott is about to be auctioned off as a slave to the highest bidder on an island in the Caribbean . After enduring a difficult childhood in an unloving home, Hope?s search for love and self-worth have led her down a very dangerous path. All she ever wanted was to find true love and open an orphanage where she could raise children with all the love she never experienced as a child.? But how can a woman with a sordid past ever hope to run an orphanage, let alone attract the love of an honorable man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to overcome the shame of his mother?s past, Nathaniel Mason worked for many years to build his own fleet of merchant ships in an effort to finally acquire the respect of Charles Towne society. Ignoring the call of God on his life to become a preacher, he forges ahead with his plans for success at a distant port in the Caribbean , when he sees a young lady he knows from Charles Towne being sold as a slave. In an effort to save Hope, he is forced to sell one of his two ships, only to discover that her predicament was caused by her own bad behavior. Angry and determined to rid himself of her as soon as possible, Nathaniel embarks on a journey that will change the course of his life.&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/1602601577"&gt;The Blue Enchantress&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-enchantress-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View The Book Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hosdRaGnWn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/hosdRaGnWn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602601577&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-4407944607857659135?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-enchantress-by-marylu-tyndall.html' title='Blue Enchantress by Marylu Tyndall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4407944607857659135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=4407944607857659135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4407944607857659135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4407944607857659135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-enchantress-by-marylu-tyndall.html' title='Blue Enchantress by Marylu Tyndall'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SqRmt-ASo1I/AAAAAAAADCs/7E_Ikss4HFM/s72-c/Mltyndall3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-630858843918713227</id><published>2009-08-21T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:52:03.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathryn's Fountain by David Claassen</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0975961993"&gt;Kathryn's Fountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cladach Publishing (November 8, 2008)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveclaassen.com/"&gt;David Claassen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SotnyytUcvI/AAAAAAAADAE/UjGdpzmGyrc/s1600-h/daveC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371501102872425202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SotnyytUcvI/AAAAAAAADAE/UjGdpzmGyrc/s400/daveC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a follower of Jesus Christ and seek to live my life to please Him and for His glory. I'm walking this journey with my life's partner, Diann. We've been married since 1972 and have two grown children. Our daughter Julie serves as a missionary with her husband Victor in Mexico in a ministry they founded called Fishers of Men. Check their ministry out at www.fishersofmenmexico.org. Our son Dan is married to Teri and he's a detective in a police department in a suburb of Indianapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pastored the Mayfair-Plymouth Congregational Church of Toledo, Ohio since 1975, having just celebrated 33 years at the church. You can check out the church at http://www.mayfairplymouth.org/. You can also visit me at my blog, where I add material about every other day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy photography, that's why I'm treating you with a different photo of mine each week on the web site. Over three hundred of my photos are for sale at www.istockphoto.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a ventriloquist, of sorts, and treat the children of my church with a "visit with Ricky" every third Sunday of the month in the morning worship services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising white homing pigeons is another of my hobbies. I enjoy watching them soar overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a little bit about me. Thanks for visiting. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SotnRnXFu5I/AAAAAAAAC_8/Qs1bp4xemwI/s1600-h/kathryn%27s+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371500532890712978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SotnRnXFu5I/AAAAAAAAC_8/Qs1bp4xemwI/s400/kathryn%27s+fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kathryn is resigned to living out her last days at Victorian Manor, a beautiful old home for senior citizens. Then one day a miraculous experience happens to Kathryn at the garden fountain, and she begins living an adventure beyond her wildest dreams. Love and sacrifice take on new meaning as she involves a social worker and a police detective in carrying out what she believes to be her calling -- to rescue a street child named Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kathryn's Fountain&lt;/i&gt; celebrates the gifts that the generations can bring to each other. The conclusion is a resounding affirmation that it's never too late to make a difference.&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/0975961993"&gt;Kathryn's Fountain&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/kathryns-fountain-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0975961993&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-630858843918713227?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/08/kathryns-fountain-by-david-claassen.html' title='Kathryn&apos;s Fountain by David Claassen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/630858843918713227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=630858843918713227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/630858843918713227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/630858843918713227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/kathryns-fountain-by-david-claassen.html' title='Kathryn&apos;s Fountain by David Claassen'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SotnyytUcvI/AAAAAAAADAE/UjGdpzmGyrc/s72-c/daveC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-3071488276574481184</id><published>2009-08-14T01:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:32:50.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Watchman  by Mark Mynheir</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1590529359"&gt;Night Watchman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Multnomah Books (May 5, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.markmynheir.com/"&gt;Mark Mynheir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SoIqyELDK8I/AAAAAAAAC-0/3Vp6P8FAnk8/s1600-h/_wsb_234x233_markHeadShot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900745380965314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SoIqyELDK8I/AAAAAAAAC-0/3Vp6P8FAnk8/s400/_wsb_234x233_markHeadShot.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark Mynheir was born and raised on the east coast of Central Florida. Like most boys growing up, Mark enjoyed sports, mainly football and martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and went through basic training at Parris Island, South Carolina. After serving four years in the Marines, Mark changed gears and pursued a career in law enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his career as a police officer, Mark has worked as a narcotics agent, a S.W.A.T. team member, and a homicide detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over sixteen years ago, during a health crisis involving his oldest son, Mark gave his life to Jesus Christ. Shortly after his conversion, he felt God leading him in a new direction: writing. Now he balances dual careers as a police officer and novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has authored &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1590523768"&gt;Rolling Thunder&lt;/a&gt; (The Truth Chasers Book One), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1590523997"&gt;From the Belly of the Dragon&lt;/a&gt; (The Truth Chasers Book Two), and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1590524004"&gt;The Void&lt;/a&gt; (The Truth Chasers Book Three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is married to the love of his life and has three fantastic children, and they all currently reside in Central Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SoIs2zy4yhI/AAAAAAAAC-8/s8Vn2TcISBA/s1600-h/The+night+watchman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903025907255826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SoIs2zy4yhI/AAAAAAAAC-8/s8Vn2TcISBA/s400/The+night+watchman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;When everything is ripped away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven months ago, Ray Quinn was a tough, quick-witted Orlando homicide detective at the top of his game-until a barrage of bullets ended his career.and his partner's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now medically retired with a painful handicap, Ray battles the haunting guilt for his partner's death. Numbing the pain with alcohol and attitude, Ray takes a job as a night watchman at a swanky Orlando condo community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a pastor and an exotic dancer are found dead in one of the condos in an apparent murder-suicide, Ray can no longer linger in the shadows. The victim’s sister is convinced her brother was framed and begs Ray to take on an impossible case─to challenge the evidence and clear her brother’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray reluctantly pulls the thread of this supposedly dead-end case only to unravel a murder investigation so deep that it threatens to turn the Orlando political landscape upside down and transform old friends into new enemies. As Ray chases down leads and interrogates suspects, someone is watching his every move, someone determined to keep him from ever finding out the truth─at any cost.&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/1590529359"&gt;Night Watchman&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-watchman-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1590529359&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-3071488276574481184?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-watchman-by-mark-mynheir.html' title='Night Watchman  by Mark Mynheir'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3071488276574481184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=3071488276574481184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3071488276574481184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3071488276574481184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-watchman-by-mark-mynheir.html' title='Night Watchman  by Mark Mynheir'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SoIqyELDK8I/AAAAAAAAC-0/3Vp6P8FAnk8/s72-c/_wsb_234x233_markHeadShot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8409780376324530129</id><published>2009-08-07T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:01:52.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Cipher by Terry Brennan</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;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/0825424267"&gt;The Sacred Cipher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kregel Publications (July 31, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://terrybrennan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terry Brennan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnhxeI6Pd5I/AAAAAAAAC88/KhLr75AchWo/s1600-h/mug+shots+-+Colorado+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnhxeI6Pd5I/AAAAAAAAC88/KhLr75AchWo/s400/mug+shots+-+Colorado+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366163718613727122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the past 35 years, Terry Brennan has accumulated a broad range of experience in both the profit and non-profit business sectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 22-year, award winning journalism career included:&lt;br /&gt;• Seven years as a sportswriter and editor with &lt;i&gt;The Philadelphia Bulletin&lt;/i&gt;, at the time the largest-circulation afternoon newspaper in the nation;&lt;br /&gt;• Leading The Mercury of Pottstown (PA), as its editor, to a Pulitzer Prize in Editorial Writing;&lt;br /&gt;• Serving as Executive Editor of a multi-national newspaper firm – Ingersoll Publications – with papers in the USA, England and Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996 Brennan transferred his successful management career to the non-profit sector and served for 12 years as Vice President of Operations for the Christian Herald Association, Inc., the parent organization of four New York City ministries, including The Bowery Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Chief Operating Officer of the National Organization on Disability, Brennan also won the Valley Forge Award for editorial writing from the Freedoms Foundation. His two adult sons and their families live in Pennsylvania. Terry, his wife Andrea and their two adult children live in New York City. &lt;i&gt;The Sacred Cipher&lt;/i&gt; is his first novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnhwnN1PIfI/AAAAAAAAC80/4ExvFsUEkmE/s1600-h/thesacredcipher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnhwnN1PIfI/AAAAAAAAC80/4ExvFsUEkmE/s400/thesacredcipher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162775042105842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;History's greatest secret could be tomorrow's greatest threat More historically and biblically accurate than The DaVinci Code and just as adventurous as an Indiana Jones movie, The Sacred Cipher combines action and mystery to draw readers into a world of ancient secrets and international escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an ancient scroll appears in a secret room of the Bowery Mission in New York City, Tom Bohannon is both stunned and intrigued. The enigma of the scroll's contents will send Bohannon and his team ricocheting around the world, drawing the heat of both Jewish and Muslim militaries, and bringing the Middle East to the brink of nuclear war in this heart-pounding adventure of historical proportions. The Sacred Cipher is a riveting, fact-based tale of mystery and suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the Prologue of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0825424267"&gt;The Sacred Cipher&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacred-cipher-prologue.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0825424267&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8409780376324530129?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacred-cipher.html' title='The Sacred Cipher by Terry Brennan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8409780376324530129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8409780376324530129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8409780376324530129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8409780376324530129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacred-cipher-by-terry-brennan.html' title='The Sacred Cipher by Terry Brennan'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnhxeI6Pd5I/AAAAAAAAC88/KhLr75AchWo/s72-c/mug+shots+-+Colorado+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-19822212293198325</id><published>2009-08-05T05:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:44:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timescape by Robert Liparulo</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;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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/159554500X"&gt;Timescape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (July 14, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertliparulo.com/blog.html"&gt;Robert Liparulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s1600-h/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959022639682706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s320/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Liparulo is a former journalist, with over a thousand articles and multiple writing awards to his name. His first novel, &lt;i&gt;Comes a Horseman&lt;/i&gt;, released to critical acclaim. Each of his subsequent thrillers—&lt;i&gt;Germ, Deadfall&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Deadlock&lt;/i&gt;—secured his place as one of today’s most popular and daring thriller writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is known for investing deep research and chillingly accurate predictions of near-future scenarios into his stories. In fact, his thorough, journalistic approach to research has resulted in his becoming an expert on the various topics he explores in his fiction, and he has appeared on such media outlets as CNN and ABC Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liparulo’s visual style of writing has caught the eye of Hollywood producers. Currently, three of his novels for adults are in various stages of development for the big screen: the film rights to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542299"&gt;Comes A Horseman&lt;/a&gt;. were purchased by the producer of Tom Clancy’s movies; and Liparulo is penning the screenplays for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261788"&gt;GERM&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261796"&gt;Deadfall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for two top producers. He is also working with the director Andrew Davis (The Fugitive, Holes) on a political thriller. Novelist Michael Palmer calls &lt;i&gt;Deadfall&lt;/i&gt; “a brilliantly crafted thriller.” March 31st marked the publication of &lt;i&gt;Deadfall’s&lt;/i&gt; follow-up, &lt;i&gt;Deadlock&lt;/i&gt;, which novelist Gayle Lynds calls, “best of high-octane suspense.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liparulo’s bestselling young adult series, &lt;i&gt;Dreamhouse Kings&lt;/i&gt;, debuted last year with &lt;i&gt;House of Dark Shadows&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Watcher in the Woods&lt;/i&gt;. Book three, &lt;i&gt;Gatekeepers&lt;/i&gt;, released in January, and number four, &lt;i&gt;Timescape&lt;/i&gt;, in July. The series has garnered praise from readers, both young and old, as well as attracting famous fans who themselves know the genre inside and out. Of the series, Goosebumps creator R.L. Stine says, “I loved wandering around in these books. With a house of so many great, haunting stories, why would you ever want to go outside?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next two &lt;i&gt;Dreamhouse&lt;/i&gt; books “in the can,” he is currently working on his next thriller, which for the first time injects supernatural elements into his brand of gun-blazing storytelling. The story is so compelling, two Hollywood studios are already in talks to acquire it—despite its publication date being more than a year away. After that comes a trilogy of novels, based on his acclaimed short story, which appeared in James Patterson’s &lt;i&gt;Thriller&lt;/i&gt; anthology. &lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt; bestselling author Steve Berry calls Liparulo’s writing “Inventive, suspenseful, and highly entertaining . . . Robert Liparulo is a storyteller, pure and simple.” He lives with his family in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Awesome book! From the future world to the Titanic and non-stop action through the whole book, the King family tries to rescue their mom and save the future from destruction. Moving from one time to the next the King family fights to stay alive, find mom and rescue her, and save the future. The house provides the time portals, there once, gone the next time, ever changing, the family works towards their goal. In the mean time fighting to keep the house and stop two other people from the past from getting in their way in the present and destroying the future. Robert Liparulo never ceeses to amaze me with his writing. I can't wait to get the next book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Michelle Kralicek at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Michelle's Amazing Book and Movie Reviews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnZAPLSDQfI/AAAAAAAAC8k/IIPHD5YIA_s/s1600-h/Timescape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546635529241074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnZAPLSDQfI/AAAAAAAAC8k/IIPHD5YIA_s/s400/Timescape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David, Xander, Dad, and Keal have discovered a terrible secret. Now, finding Mom is only a small part of their mission. And time is running out. Using the portals to build an empire, Taksidian wants the house for himself, and there's nothing he won't do to get the family out. The consequences of his meddling reach far beyond the family--to the future of the world itself. The Kings know their survival depends on stopping the bloodthirsty assassin. If only they can find his weakness in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most startling of all is their ability to change the path of history. But will their tinkering in time reunite the family and save the future . . . or set mankind on an irreversible course of destruction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=21955090502&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365552082006516802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SnZFMM_bJEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/zQQrXZ_DGmI/s400/invite_18_opt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/159554500X"&gt;Timescape&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/timescape-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the contest to win this book package by clicking on the image!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/159554500X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-19822212293198325?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/08/timescape-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Timescape by Robert Liparulo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/19822212293198325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=19822212293198325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/19822212293198325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/19822212293198325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/timescape-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Timescape by Robert Liparulo'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s72-c/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6762619665704530460</id><published>2009-07-31T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:39:36.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Minute by Joyce Meyer and Deborah Bedford</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0446582530"&gt;Any Minute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (June 30, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/"&gt;Joyce Meyer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.deborahbedfordbooks.com/"&gt;Deborah Bedford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-5So98dJI/AAAAAAAAC8U/NDqRm_0Pya8/s1600-h/joycemeyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363709411107566738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-5So98dJI/AAAAAAAAC8U/NDqRm_0Pya8/s400/joycemeyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce Meyer &lt;/strong&gt;is one of the world's leading practical Bible teachers. A #1 New York Times bestselling author, she has written more than seventy inspirational books, including The Confident Woman, I Dare You, the entire Battlefield of the Mind family of books, her first venture into fiction with The Penny, and many others. She has also released thousands of audio teachings as well as a complete video library. Joyce's Enjoying Everyday Life® radio and television programs are broadcast around the world, and she travels extensively conducting conferences. Joyce and her husband, Dave, are the parents of four grown children and make their home in St. Louis, Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-5u86k3KI/AAAAAAAAC8c/CLUeJRF_8zw/s1600-h/deborahbedford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363709897498483874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-5u86k3KI/AAAAAAAAC8c/CLUeJRF_8zw/s400/deborahbedford.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deborah Bedford &lt;/strong&gt;is a career fiction writer who began her professional life as a journalist in a Colorado mountain town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Rose By The Door&lt;/i&gt;, Deborah's first with Warner Book (name changed to FaithWords in 2006), hit bookstores in November 2001. &lt;i&gt;A Morning Like This&lt;/i&gt; was released by Warner Books in 2002. Deborah's short story, &lt;i&gt;“Connor Sapp's Baseball Summer,”&lt;/i&gt; is included in Multnomah Publisher's The Storytellers' Collection, Tales From Home, alongside stories by Chuck Colson, Terri Blackstock, Randy Alcorn and Karen Kingsbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah and Jack have two children, Jeff and Avery. When she isn't writing, Deborah spends her time fly-fishing, cheering at American Legion baseball games, shopping with her daughter, singing praise songs while she walks along the banks of Flat Creek, and taking her dachshund Annie for hikes in the Tetons where they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-4HPfdOBI/AAAAAAAAC8M/KgvY2qjMWmU/s1600-h/anyminute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363708115778615314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-4HPfdOBI/AAAAAAAAC8M/KgvY2qjMWmU/s400/anyminute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Harper is driven to achieve success no matter what the cost. She wants to do good and not hurt the people she loves--especially children and her husband, Joe--but her desire to succeed in her career too often leaves little time for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cold, autumn afternoon, all of that changes when Sarah's car plunges off a bridge and into a river. She is presumed dead by those on the "outside," but Sarah's spirit is still very much alive. What she discovers on the other side transforms everything about Sarah's view of life--past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sarah is revived, she is a changed woman. And the unsuspecting world around her will never be the same again.&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/0446582530"&gt;Any Minute&lt;/a&gt;, go here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://datapipe.libredigital.com/img/HBG/WidgetBackGround.jpg); WIDTH: 189px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; HEIGHT: 236px"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-TOP: 31px"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #e6e6e6 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #e6e6e6 1px solid; MARGIN: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #e6e6e6 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #e6e6e6 1px solid" src="http://datapipe.libredigital.com/content/83E27327C3F39223A7267697661606D7E77706C7B7A79787776757B17372A232E54726845555B4E7863515D5046444F70791E1919121C1E1312151C141B1E00182C2D2F282B263A6272666571617E336A696C6162652C666E6A6775666C6E2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://datapipe.libredigital.com/bil?mUNHuOvDXgKp6YkGiuFW%2Fbpe6IKl3pGPQH7dHBypAk%2FAMMRT%2FAfSTXzQokbHbiJ4%2F1%2FWXBtHYeiMdYMrZqjDZaBmlMBXw36bpC2nNSzdiko%3D" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://datapipe.libredigital.com/img/HBG/BrowseInsideBook.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://datapipe.libredigital.com/eolink?mUNHuOvDXgKp6YkGiuFW%2Fbpe6IKl3pGPQH7dHBypAk%2B0KzQxg%2FbfcZtl68095ciov2WRuMY2K6BJpYxJZFIn3w%3D%3D" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://datapipe.libredigital.com/img/HBG/GetForYourSite.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446582530&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6762619665704530460?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/any-minute-by-joyce-meyer-and-deborah.html' title='Any Minute by Joyce Meyer and Deborah Bedford'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6762619665704530460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6762619665704530460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6762619665704530460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6762619665704530460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/any-minute-by-joyce-meyer-and-deborah.html' title='Any Minute by Joyce Meyer and Deborah Bedford'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm-5So98dJI/AAAAAAAAC8U/NDqRm_0Pya8/s72-c/joycemeyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1453636295208254828</id><published>2009-07-28T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:45:32.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offworld by Robin Parrish</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764206060"&gt;Offworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/RpLqnZU02ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/C91_ZkMeIJY/s1600-h/robin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085384891788745106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/RpLqnZU02ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/C91_ZkMeIJY/s320/robin.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robin Parrish had two great ambitions in his life: to have a family, and to be a published novelist. In March of 2005, he proposed to his future wife the same week he signed his first book contract with Bethany House Publishers. They contracted him for the rights to not only that first book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764202219"&gt;Relentless&lt;/a&gt; -- but two sequels including &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764201786"&gt;Fearless&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764201794"&gt;Merciless&lt;/a&gt;. A trilogy that unfolded in the consecutive summers of 2006, 2007, and 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Parrish is a journalist who's written about pop culture for more than a decade. Currently he serves as Senior Editor at XZOOSIA.com, a community portal that fuses social networking with magazine-style features about entertainment and culture. He and his wife, Karen and son live in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm0Z7MEsTsI/AAAAAAAAC78/1jXAra_uvYA/s1600-h/offworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362971235912011458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sm0Z7MEsTsI/AAAAAAAAC78/1jXAra_uvYA/s400/offworld.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Every Person on This Planet Has Disappeared."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Commander Christopher Burke and his crew are humanity's greatest explorers. They've finished their mission on the red dirt of Mars and now they just want to get back to Earth. To see friends, family, and loved ones. To be home. But even with communication to ground control cut and a perilous landing, nothing could prepare the crew for what they discover when they step foot back on planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone...everywhere...is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a dream. It's not a trick. Now Burke and his team have one mission:find out who or what is behind the disappearance of all mankind.&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/0764206060"&gt;Offworld&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/offworld-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;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcprHo-u4OA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/gcprHo-u4OA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764206060&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1453636295208254828?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/offworld-by-robin-parrish.html' title='Offworld by Robin Parrish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1453636295208254828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1453636295208254828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1453636295208254828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1453636295208254828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/offworld-by-robin-parrish.html' title='Offworld by Robin Parrish'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/RpLqnZU02ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/C91_ZkMeIJY/s72-c/robin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8878115034027487370</id><published>2009-07-24T03:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:43:54.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enclave by Karen Hancock</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764203282"&gt;The Enclave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (August 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kmhancock.com/"&gt;Karen Hancock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmZ_mm6hetI/AAAAAAAAC7s/PtcTYYsITl4/s1600-h/karenp~2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361112707688921810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmZ_mm6hetI/AAAAAAAAC7s/PtcTYYsITl4/s400/karenp~2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen Hancock has won Christy Awards for each of her first four novels--&lt;i&gt;Arena&lt;/i&gt; and the first three books in the &lt;i&gt;Legends of the Guardian-King&lt;/i&gt; series, &lt;i&gt;The Light of Eidon, The Shadow Within,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Shadow over Kiriath&lt;/i&gt;. She graduated from the University of Arizona with bachelor's degrees in biology and wildlife biology. Along with writing, she is a semi-professional watercolorist and has exhibited her work in a number of national juried shows. She and her family reside in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AB&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmZ8kTTmfFI/AAAAAAAAC7k/No9XNFPHtVw/s1600-h/theenclave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361109369530776658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmZ8kTTmfFI/AAAAAAAAC7k/No9XNFPHtVw/s400/theenclave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Lacey McHenry accepts a prestigious research fellowship at the world-renowned Kendell-Jakes Longevity Institute, she sees it as a new start on life. But a disturbing late-night encounter with an intruder leads to an unexpected cover-up by Institute authorities, and she soon realizes there's more going on than she ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds a supporter in genetics researcher Cameron Reinhardt. However, Reinhardt is a favorite of the Institute's director, and she can't help wondering if he, too, is in on the cover-up. The brilliant but absentminded researcher turns out to have his own secrets, some of them dark and deadly. The Enclave is characterized by adventure, intrigue, spiritual analogy, and romance, all set in an unusual but fully realized world--one that may have its foundations on earth but which, the more one learns of it, doesn't seem much like the earth we know at all.&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/0764203282"&gt;The Enclave&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/enclave-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he book link is: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373442726"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373442726&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8878115034027487370?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/enclave-by-karen-hancock.html' title='The Enclave by Karen Hancock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8878115034027487370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8878115034027487370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8878115034027487370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8878115034027487370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/enclave-by-karen-hancock.html' title='The Enclave by Karen Hancock'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmZ_mm6hetI/AAAAAAAAC7s/PtcTYYsITl4/s72-c/karenp~2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1222169810927061830</id><published>2009-07-17T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:11:59.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Hunter by Tom Morrisey</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764203487"&gt;Pirate Hunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tommorrisey.com/"&gt;Tom Morrisey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SHP4UdtjmNI/AAAAAAAABn4/oQdYx0KhWPs/s1600-h/Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220789423509313746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SHP4UdtjmNI/AAAAAAAABn4/oQdYx0KhWPs/s320/Tom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Morrisey is a mountaineer, aviator, shipwreck diver, and explorer, who holds a Full Cave certification from the National Speleological Society - Cave Diving Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has launched, edited or contributed to numerous national publications and is an award-winning adventure-travel writer. A popular speaker, he is also active in both evangelism and the arts. Morrisey earned an MFA in creative writing from Bowling Green State University, and his fiction has been featured in numerous anthologies and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first novel, Yucatan Deep (Zondervan, 2002) was a finalist for the Christy award, and he is the author of six novels, including &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764203479"&gt;Wind River&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/076420467X"&gt;In High Places&lt;/a&gt;. In addition Tom has also written two nonfiction books: 20 American Peaks &amp;amp; Crags (Contemporary Books, 1978) and Wild by Nature (Baker Books, 2001). He and his family live in Orlando, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#a93434;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sl04I6oalGI/AAAAAAAAC5s/4L9Y_0Y9ZY0/s1600-h/piratehunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358500857469637730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sl04I6oalGI/AAAAAAAAC5s/4L9Y_0Y9ZY0/s400/piratehunter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High Seas Adventure Meets a High-Tech Quest for Pirate Gold West Indies, 18th century Young Ted Bascombe is rescued by notorious pirate Captain Henry Thatch, finding himself caught up in a world of crime, adventure, and a daily fight for freedom.... Key West, 21st century Marine archaeologist Greg Rhode embarks on a treasure-hunting expedition in the turquoise waters of the Florida Keys, but he's as beguiled by a beautiful diver with different-colored eyes as by the lure of pirate gold...The Hunt Is On! Interweaving these two stories, pro deep-sea diver Tom Morrisey spins a multilayered tale of two young men's quests to escape their past by losing themselves to adventure on the high seas. Romantic and thrilling, this unique novel explores the timeless truth that "where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&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/0764203487"&gt;Pirate Hunter&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirate-hunter-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764203487&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1222169810927061830?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirate-hunter-by-tom-morrisey.html' title='Pirate Hunter by Tom Morrisey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1222169810927061830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1222169810927061830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1222169810927061830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1222169810927061830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirate-hunter-by-tom-morrisey.html' title='Pirate Hunter by Tom Morrisey'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SHP4UdtjmNI/AAAAAAAABn4/oQdYx0KhWPs/s72-c/Tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6573325973159908322</id><published>2009-07-17T03:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:49:46.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Fire by Shawn Grady</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764205951"&gt;Through The Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (July 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmB2aKocSlI/AAAAAAAAC7E/PM8XyuZi8lc/s1600-h/shawnphoto2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359413748473547346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmB2aKocSlI/AAAAAAAAC7E/PM8XyuZi8lc/s400/shawnphoto2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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. Through the Fire is his debut novel.&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;Shawn attended Point Loma Nazarene University as a Theology undergrad before shifting direction to acquire an Associate of Science degree in Fire Science Technology as well as Paramedic licensure through Truckee Meadows Community College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn currently lives in Reno, Nevada, 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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmB2oFxoVtI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Za29L8e-ZaQ/s1600-h/throughthefire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359413987688077010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmB2oFxoVtI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Za29L8e-ZaQ/s400/throughthefire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firefighting burns in Aidan O'Neill's blood. The son of a fireman, O'Neill has a sixth sense about fire and often takes dangerous risks. When one act of disobedience nearly gets a rookie killed, O'Neill is suspended. His weeks off are supposed to be a time to reflect but instead he escapes to Mexico, where another rash act of bravery actually kills him. But only for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called back to Reno, he's now haunted by visions of hell and paralyzed in the face of fire. And at the worst time, because an arsonist is targeting Reno. With a growing love interest with one of the investigators complicating everything, Aidan must discover where his trust rests as the fires creep ever closer.&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/0764205951"&gt;Through The Fire&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-fire-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205951&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6573325973159908322?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-fire-by-shawn-grady.html' title='Through the Fire by Shawn Grady'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6573325973159908322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6573325973159908322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6573325973159908322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6573325973159908322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-fire-by-shawn-grady.html' title='Through the Fire by Shawn Grady'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SmB2aKocSlI/AAAAAAAAC7E/PM8XyuZi8lc/s72-c/shawnphoto2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7073840568569761171</id><published>2009-07-08T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:21:07.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Illusions by Adam Blumer</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0825420989"&gt;Fatal Illusions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kregel Publications (March 5, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adamblumerbooks.com/"&gt;Adam Blumer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SlFR-4QVp_I/AAAAAAAAC0I/vcP6TdmPajw/s1600-h/adam_sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355151572614883314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SlFR-4QVp_I/AAAAAAAAC0I/vcP6TdmPajw/s320/adam_sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam Blumer lives in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with his wife, Kim, and his daughters, Laura and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works full-time as a freelance writer and editor. A print journalism graduate of Bob Jones University (Greenville, SC), he served in editorial roles for fourteen years at Northland Baptist Bible College (Dunbar, WI) and Awana Clubs International Headquarters (Streamwood, IL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has published numerous short stories and articles. Fatal Illusions released by Kregel Publications (Grand Rapids, MI) is his first novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SlFQsakJSwI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ur6glTVdSuo/s1600-h/fatalillusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355150155895622402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SlFQsakJSwI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ur6glTVdSuo/s320/fatalillusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An amateur magician, an unassuming family . . . a fatal illusion Haydon Owens wants to be the next Houdini. He has been practicing his craft and has already made four women disappear. All it took was a bit of rope and his two bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thayer family has come to the north woods of Newberry, Michigan, looking for refuge, a peaceful sanctuary from a shattered past. But they are not alone. Little do they know that they are about to become part of Haydon's next act. Time is running out and already the killer has spotted his next victim. Who will escape alive?&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/0825420989"&gt;Fatal Illusions&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-illusions-prologue.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Fatal Illusions is an engaging, fast-paced read with a captivating storyline that grabs you from page one and doesn't let go. Highly recommended!”--Mark Mynheir, homicide detective and author of &lt;i&gt;The Night Watchman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“An awesome ride!”--Rosey Dow, Christy Award winning author of &lt;i&gt;Reaping the Whirlwind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Adam Blumer tells a fast-paced story that weaves together a serial killer, a physically wounded pastor and his spiritually wounded wife. The twists and turns will keep readers guessing.”--Rick Acker, author of &lt;i&gt;Blood Brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0825420989&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-7073840568569761171?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/07/fatal-illusions-by-adam-blumer.html' title='Fatal Illusions by Adam Blumer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7073840568569761171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7073840568569761171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7073840568569761171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7073840568569761171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/fatal-illusions-by-adam-blumer.html' title='Fatal Illusions by Adam Blumer'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SlFR-4QVp_I/AAAAAAAAC0I/vcP6TdmPajw/s72-c/adam_sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8979639709749322667</id><published>2009-07-01T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:03:38.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure by Brandilyn Collins</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0310276438"&gt;Exposure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zondervan (June 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandilyncollins.com/index.html"&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkrA3wAPWeI/AAAAAAAACzw/Qzkv681u_7s/s1600-h/Photo1cropweb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303171094501858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkrA3wAPWeI/AAAAAAAACzw/Qzkv681u_7s/s320/Photo1cropweb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310276438"&gt;Exposure&lt;/a&gt;, Brandilyn’s other latest release is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310715393"&gt;Always Watching&lt;/a&gt;, first 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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkrBKyViB_I/AAAAAAAACz4/E6Qa5n3JD2Q/s1600-h/Exposureweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303498138191858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkrBKyViB_I/AAAAAAAACz4/E6Qa5n3JD2Q/s320/Exposureweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When your worst fear comes true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is watching Kaycee Raye. But who will believe her? Everyone&lt;br /&gt;knows she’s a little crazy. Kaycee’s popular syndicated newspaper&lt;br /&gt;column pokes fun at her own paranoia and multiple fears. The police in&lt;br /&gt;her small town are well aware she makes money writing of her&lt;br /&gt;experiences. Worse yet, she has no proof of the threats. Pictures of a&lt;br /&gt;dead man mysteriously appear in her home—then vanish before police&lt;br /&gt;arrive. Multisensory images flood Kaycee’s mind. Where is all this&lt;br /&gt;coming from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is going over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High action and psychological suspense collide in this story of terror,&lt;br /&gt;twists, and desperate faith. The startling questions surrounding Kaycee&lt;br /&gt;pile high. Her descent to answers may prove more than she can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the first chapter, go &lt;a href="http://www.brandilyncollins.com/books/excerpts/exposure.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“More twists and turns than a Coney Island roller coaster! Highly recommended.” ~CBA Retailers&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Mesmerizing mystery…authentic characters…a fast-paced, twisting tale of desperate choices.” ~TitleTrakk&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Brandilyn Collins is a master of suspense, and Exposure is her best book yet!” ~Dianne Burnett, Christianbook.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310276438&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8979639709749322667?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/exposure-by-brandilyn-collins.html' title='Exposure by Brandilyn Collins'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8979639709749322667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8979639709749322667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8979639709749322667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8979639709749322667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/exposure-by-brandilyn-collins.html' title='Exposure by Brandilyn Collins'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkrA3wAPWeI/AAAAAAAACzw/Qzkv681u_7s/s72-c/Photo1cropweb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-9050893596655372905</id><published>2009-06-24T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:00:22.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherds Fall by Wanda Dyson</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1400074738"&gt;Shepherd's Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;WaterBrook Press (April 14, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wandadyson.com/"&gt;Wanda Dyson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkGK77wZD3I/AAAAAAAACzQ/bnSDYjn3Xe0/s1600-h/wanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350710594550435698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkGK77wZD3I/AAAAAAAACzQ/bnSDYjn3Xe0/s320/wanda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanda Dyson lives with her severely autistic teenager on a busy farm with horses, chickens, dogs, cats, rabbits, and the occasional fox, deer, groundhog, and snake. She could seriously live without the snakes, but that's life in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing three critically acclaimed suspense novels, she was asked to write the true story of Tina Zahn (&lt;em&gt;Why I Jumped&lt;/em&gt;), which was featured on &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt;. Readers characterize her books as "riviting" and "Packed with twists and turns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda serves on the board of several writers conferences across the country including the Colorado Christian Writers Conference, and the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda has finished the second in this series called &lt;em&gt;Shepherd's Run&lt;/em&gt;,that will come out in 2010. And she's hard at work on the third and final installment of the Prodigal Recovery Series - Marti's story -- tentatively called Shepherd's Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkGLQrrUEQI/AAAAAAAACzY/5lPLIhsmBXU/s1600-h/shepherd%27s+fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350710951011422466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkGLQrrUEQI/AAAAAAAACzY/5lPLIhsmBXU/s320/shepherd%27s+fall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bounty hunter Nick Shepherd is fearless when it comes to chasing down criminals. It's his difficult ex-wife, rebellious teenage daughter, and dysfunctional siblings that keep him awake at night. In charge of the family business, the Prodigal Recovery Agency, he thinks of himself as a shepherd of sorts. When his "flock" is out of his control, Nick's well-ordered universe falls into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodigal Recovery's search for Zeena, a prostitute on the run, leads to a faulty arrest, complicating Nick's business. He is thrown together with Zeena's twin, the beautiful Annie, and the two find themselves on a desperate search. The stakes significantly increase when Nick's daughter is kidnapped. Now, to save someone he loves, Nick must risk everything.but will it be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read a Prologue excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1400074738"&gt;Shepherd's Fall&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/shepherds-fall-prologue-excerpt.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1400074738&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-9050893596655372905?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/shepherds-fall-by-wanda-dyson.html' title='Shepherds Fall by Wanda Dyson'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9050893596655372905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=9050893596655372905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/9050893596655372905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/9050893596655372905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/shepherds-fall-by-wanda-dyson.html' title='Shepherds Fall by Wanda Dyson'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SkGK77wZD3I/AAAAAAAACzQ/bnSDYjn3Xe0/s72-c/wanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6468536421206511078</id><published>2009-06-24T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:54:55.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstborn by Conlan Brown</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1599796074"&gt;The Firstborn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Realms (May 5, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conlanbrown.com/"&gt;Conlan Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sj7jHXCT1iI/AAAAAAAACzA/JxmnC7d68qs/s1600-h/ConlanBrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349963122945021474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sj7jHXCT1iI/AAAAAAAACzA/JxmnC7d68qs/s320/ConlanBrown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in 1984, Conlan Brown was functionally illiterate until the fifth grade, when he learned how to read and write, as well as a love of story, from his grandmother. Conlan went on to start college at the age of sixteen, and now holds a Master's degree in Communication, which taught him the academic principles needed to write Firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conlan lives on Colorado's Front Range where he is working on his next book. He enjoys video editing, film scores, and developing high octane, thought provoking fiction that turns pages and excites the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sj7l0c8I_SI/AAAAAAAACzI/-ZABUFDBkC4/s1600-h/the+firstborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349966096647126306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sj7l0c8I_SI/AAAAAAAACzI/-ZABUFDBkC4/s320/the+firstborn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three supernatural gifts. Two thousand years of division. One moment of truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's head hung, long brown hair in her eyes. Her face felt pasty with cold and fatigue and pain. Arms behind her back, she sat in a chair, wrists and ankles tied to the wooden frame, chair legs bolted to the floor. &lt;em&gt;A cold car. A gun. Horror. Pain. Grief. Screaming. A windshield blistering with holes. Darkness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came over her like a flood. A pouring out of pictures in her mind. But then there was one more thing. Not an image, but a feeling--that half a continent away someone else had felt it all happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Firstborn, those gifted with Foresight, Hindsight, and Insight at the time of Christ's death are divided between themselves. And when an Islamic holy man is murdered outside of his mosque it becomes apparent that one of the Firstborn was to blame. Now, with the threat of a terrorist attack on an unspeakable target the Firstborn are spiraling out of control. Leaders are dying, members are being kidnapped, and unity is being forced. Three heroes, differently gifted and divided must work together to thwart those who would go too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their breakneck race against time plunges them into a world of danger and through a gauntlet across the United States. From the Riverwalk of San Antonio, where Devin Bathurst, John Temple, and Hannah Rice must protect one another from assassination, to the gritty streets of Washington DC, a paramilitary compound in Pennsylvania, and ultimately back to our nation's capital, the Firstborn must unite to prevent an impending atrocity from becoming reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Watch The Trailer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwYPiQDnYu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/zwYPiQDnYu8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599796074"&gt;The Firstborn&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/firstborn-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599796074&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6468536421206511078?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/firstborn-by-conlan-brown.html' title='Firstborn by Conlan Brown'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6468536421206511078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6468536421206511078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6468536421206511078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6468536421206511078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/firstborn-by-conlan-brown.html' title='Firstborn by Conlan Brown'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sj7jHXCT1iI/AAAAAAAACzA/JxmnC7d68qs/s72-c/ConlanBrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-4004563833361731761</id><published>2009-06-10T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:01:29.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deliverer by Linda Rios Brook</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1599794764"&gt;The Deliverer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Realms (May 5, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riosbrook.org/store/pc/home.asp"&gt;Linda Rios Brook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Si8PFWEQrII/AAAAAAAACyY/Wsy0zBmUHz4/s1600-h/Lindabio09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507867209280642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Si8PFWEQrII/AAAAAAAACyY/Wsy0zBmUHz4/s320/Lindabio09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda Rios Brook, President of the RiosBrook Foundation, believes the answers to issues of social justice and righteousness lie in the proper alignment between the church, the marketplace and media and entertainment. She is a sought out speaker and teacher on matters relevant to cultural restoration. Linda worked as a media executive for over 20 years in the field of broadcasting serving as President and General Manager of television stations in Texas, Florida, and Minnesota and was President and part owner of KLGT-TV in Minneapolis/St. Paul, Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda has served on several national boards and community organizations and is listed in Who's Who of American Women. She is an ordained minister and has a Doctorate of Practical Ministry from the Wagner Leadership Institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is also the author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599793148"&gt;Lucifer's Flood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is also a teaching Pastor at Covenant Centre International in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. Linda is married to Larry Brook, who is the Executive Director of the RiosBrook Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Si8Nc4-h_4I/AAAAAAAACyQ/aTaD3hpDCkQ/s1600-h/the+deliverer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345506072694226818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Si8Nc4-h_4I/AAAAAAAACyQ/aTaD3hpDCkQ/s320/the+deliverer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ancient language expert Samantha Yale returns to translate a new batch of scrolls written by the fallen angel from Lucifer's Flood. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Yale has taken on a daunting translation project. A set of scrolls, delivered by a man she knows nothing about, tells a fascinating and frightening tale of what went on behind the scenes of biblical history. What is even more incredible is who is telling the tale--a fallen angel who immediately regretted his decision to side with Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With The Deliverer, Linda Rios Brook brings new depth of imagery into the spirit world. It is a story about rebellion and consequences. It is about demonic strategy to disrupt and destroy the people of God. But ultimately, it is a story about the unrelenting love, grace, mercy, and determination of a sovereign God in pursuit of His children.&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/1599794764"&gt;The Deliverer&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/deliverer-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599794764&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-4004563833361731761?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/deliverer-by-linda-rios-brook.html' title='The Deliverer by Linda Rios Brook'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4004563833361731761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=4004563833361731761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4004563833361731761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4004563833361731761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/deliverer-by-linda-rios-brook.html' title='The Deliverer by Linda Rios Brook'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Si8PFWEQrII/AAAAAAAACyY/Wsy0zBmUHz4/s72-c/Lindabio09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6908588752879214747</id><published>2009-06-10T23:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:58:42.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostwriter by Travis Thrasher</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0446505587"&gt;Ghostwriter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (May 28, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travisthrasher.com/"&gt;Travis Thrasher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SM3OmaiqJ6I/AAAAAAAABwM/S0A6yJIervU/s1600-h/travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076300311537570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SM3OmaiqJ6I/AAAAAAAABwM/S0A6yJIervU/s200/travis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was during third grade after a teacher encouraged him in his writing and as he read through The Narnia Chronicles by C.S. Lewis that Travis decided he wanted to be a writer. The dream never left him, and allowed him to fulfill that dream of writing fulltime in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis Thrasher is the author of numerous works of fiction, including his most personal and perhaps his deepest work, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0802486681"&gt;Sky Blue&lt;/a&gt;, that was published in summer of 2007. This year he has to novels published, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/080248669X"&gt;Out of the Devil’s Mouth&lt;/a&gt;, and a supernatural thriller, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446505544"&gt;Isolation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis is married to Sharon and they are the proud parents of Kylie, born in November, 2006, and Hailey, a Shih-Tzu that looks like an Ewok. They live in suburban Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by and visit Travis at his &lt;a href="http://thejourneyiseverything.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt; where you can sign up to follow him on Facebook and Twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out the radio interview with Travis on Monday June 8th at &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/faithwords"&gt;BlogTalkRadio/FaithWords&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SixdCEEyduI/AAAAAAAACyI/AXg8WAhiubY/s1600-h/ghostwriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344749147816883938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SixdCEEyduI/AAAAAAAACyI/AXg8WAhiubY/s320/ghostwriter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For years Dennis Shore has thrilled readers with his spooky bestselling novels. Now a widower, Dennis is finally alone in his house, his daughter attending college out of state. When he's stricken by a paralyzing case of writer's block and a looming deadline, Dennis becomes desperate. Against better judgment, he claims someone else's writing as his own, accepting undeserved accolades for the stolen work. He thinks he's gotten away with it . . . until he's greeted by a young man named Cillian Reed--the true author of the stolen manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What begins as a minor case of harassment quickly spirals out of control. As Cillian's threats escalate, Dennis finds himself on the brink of losing his career, his sanity, and even his life. The horror he's spent years writing about has arrived on his doorstep, and Dennis has nowhere to run.&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/0446505587"&gt;Ghostwriter&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghostwriter-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446505587&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6908588752879214747?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghostwriter-by-travis-thrasher.html' title='Ghostwriter by Travis Thrasher'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6908588752879214747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6908588752879214747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6908588752879214747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6908588752879214747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghostwriter-by-travis-thrasher.html' title='Ghostwriter by Travis Thrasher'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SM3OmaiqJ6I/AAAAAAAABwM/S0A6yJIervU/s72-c/travis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6711705024227107768</id><published>2009-06-04T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:41:16.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream by Mike Dellosso</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1599794691"&gt;Scream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Realms (March 3, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikedellosso.com/"&gt;Mike Dellosso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SFhx6WVR8II/AAAAAAAABkI/IdTO9NbsKDM/s1600-h/mike6small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213041815922536578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SFhx6WVR8II/AAAAAAAABkI/IdTO9NbsKDM/s320/mike6small.jpg" /&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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a newspaper correspondent/columnist for over three years and has published several articles for The Candle of Prayer inspirational booklets. Mike also has edited and contributed to numerous Christian-themed Web sites and e-newsletters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance, the Relief Writer's Network, and 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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiXXK_PbJFI/AAAAAAAACx4/TzEYRdFwCH4/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342913116719752274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiXXK_PbJFI/AAAAAAAACx4/TzEYRdFwCH4/s320/scream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otherworldly Screams... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Madman on the Loose... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Time the Stakes Are Higher Than Ever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to his friend on the phone, Mark Stone is startled by a cacophony of otherworldly screams. Seconds later, a tragic accident claims his friend's life. When this happens several more times--screams followed by an untimely death--he is compelled to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battling his failure as a husband and struggling with his own damaged faith, Mark embarks on a mission to find the meaning behind the screams and hopefully stop death from calling on its next victim. When his estranged wife is kidnapped and he again hears the screams as she calls from her cell phone, his search becomes much more personal and much more urgent.&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/1599794691"&gt;Scream&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599794691&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6711705024227107768?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream-by-mike-dellosso.html' title='Scream by Mike Dellosso'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6711705024227107768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6711705024227107768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6711705024227107768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6711705024227107768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream-by-mike-dellosso.html' title='Scream by Mike Dellosso'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SFhx6WVR8II/AAAAAAAABkI/IdTO9NbsKDM/s72-c/mike6small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1282357818576943538</id><published>2009-06-02T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:16:20.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe by Lisa T. Bergren</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1434767086"&gt;Breathe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(David C. Cook; New edition June 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisatawnbergren.com/home.html"&gt;Lisa T. Bergren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiMxMCeW_qI/AAAAAAAACxw/Y1irjj-5WR0/s1600-h/LTBcroppedHeadshotSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167665883938466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiMxMCeW_qI/AAAAAAAACxw/Y1irjj-5WR0/s320/LTBcroppedHeadshotSmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa T. Bergren is the best-selling, award winning author of over thirty books, with more than 1.5 million copies sold. A former publishing executive, she now splits her time between writing and freelance editing and parenting her three young children with her husband Tim. She lives in Colorado Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiMr06CjEbI/AAAAAAAACxo/Y1bencrfECQ/s1600-h/breathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161770924675506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiMr06CjEbI/AAAAAAAACxo/Y1bencrfECQ/s320/breathe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;To make a new life, she'll have to learn how to breathe again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the time Dominic and Moira St. Clair get their ailing sister, Odessa, to Colorado Springs in the winter of 1883, she is nearly dead. Odessa has been seriously aling for the past year from consumption, an illness that claimed the lives of four of her younger brothers, prompting her father, to send his only surviving children west to chase the cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira is beautiful and dangerously headstrong; and pugnacious Dominic is charged with establishing a new arm of the family business--a business he doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;Several days after her arrival, Odessa witnesses what she fears is the murder of miner Sam O’Toole, friend and neighbor to the charming Bryce McAllan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, Sam leaves her a poem containing clues that seem to direct her to his mine, which is purported to carry a fantastic vein of silver. But if she is ever to rise from her bed again, she must first concentrate on conquering the giant that threatens her─consumption. Indeed, she must learn to breathe again─daring to embrace her life, her future, and hope in her God.&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/1434767086"&gt;Breathe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathe-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434767086&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1282357818576943538?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathe-by-lisa-t-bergren.html' title='Breathe by Lisa T. Bergren'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1282357818576943538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1282357818576943538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1282357818576943538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1282357818576943538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathe-by-lisa-t-bergren.html' title='Breathe by Lisa T. Bergren'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SiMxMCeW_qI/AAAAAAAACxw/Y1irjj-5WR0/s72-c/LTBcroppedHeadshotSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7460540007147061467</id><published>2009-05-29T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:52:47.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose House by Tina Ann Forkner</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1400073596"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinaannforkner.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tina Ann Forkner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shyf0HrVo_I/AAAAAAAACxg/aF5OX5r1-pI/s1600-h/tina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318975917401074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shyf0HrVo_I/AAAAAAAACxg/aF5OX5r1-pI/s320/tina.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tina Ann Forkner writes contemporary fiction that challenges and inspires. She grew up in Oklahoma and graduated with honors from CSU Sacramento before settling in Wyoming. She lives with her husband, their three bright children and their dog and stays busy serving on the Laramie County Library Foundation Board of Directors. She is the author of Ruby Among Us, her debut novel, and Rose House, which recently released from Waterbrook Press/Random House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ShyensbBx0I/AAAAAAAACxY/BYHCE71kFGQ/s1600-h/rosehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317662931175234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ShyensbBx0I/AAAAAAAACxY/BYHCE71kFGQ/s320/rosehouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vivid story of a private grief, a secret painting, and one woman’s search for hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still mourning the loss of her family in a tragic accident, Lillian Diamon finds herself drawn back to the Rose House, a quiet cottage where four years earlier she had poured out her anguish among its fragrant blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returns to the rolling hills and lush vineyards of the Sonoma Valley in search of something she can’t quite name. But then Lillian stumbles onto an unexpected discovery: displayed in the La Rosaleda Gallery is a painting that captures every detail of her most private moment of misery, from the sorrow etched across her face to the sandals on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of artist would dare to intrude on such a personal scene, and how did he happen to witness Lillian’s pain? As the mystery surrounding the portrait becomes entangled with the accident that claimed the lives of her husband and children, Lillian is forced to rethink her assumptions about what really happened that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A captivating novel rich with detail, Rose House explores how the brushstrokes of pain can illuminate the true beauty of life.&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/1400073596"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1400073596&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-7460540007147061467?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-house-by-tina-ann-forkner.html' title='Rose House by Tina Ann Forkner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7460540007147061467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7460540007147061467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7460540007147061467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7460540007147061467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-house-by-tina-ann-forkner.html' title='Rose House by Tina Ann Forkner'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shyf0HrVo_I/AAAAAAAACxg/aF5OX5r1-pI/s72-c/tina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-3933324588985636586</id><published>2009-05-26T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:07:44.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian Dare A Novel by Melanie M. Jeschke</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0800733169"&gt;Jillian Dare: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Revell (May 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inklingsauthor.com/"&gt;Melanie M. Jeschke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shn8SLnL3-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/UqyFEpHmj5g/s1600-h/JeschkeMelanieM_ath_300-167x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576222509424610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shn8SLnL3-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/UqyFEpHmj5g/s320/JeschkeMelanieM_ath_300-167x250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie Morey Jeschke (pronounced jes-key), a native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, grew up in Richmond, Virginia, and graduated from University of Virginia as a Phi Beta Kappa with an Honors degree in English Literature and a minor in European and English History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free-lance travel writer, Melanie contributed the Oxford chapter to the Rick Steves’ England 2006 guidebook. She is a member of the Capital Christian Writers and Christian Fiction Writers as well as three book clubs, and taught high-school English before home-schooling most of her nine children. Melanie lectures on Lewis and Tolkien, Oxford, and writing, and gives inspirational talks to all manner of groups, including university classes, women’s clubs, young professionals, teens, and school children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth generation pastor’s wife (her father Dr. Earl Morey is a retired Presbyterian minister), Melanie resides in the Greater Washington, D.C. area with her children and husband Bill Jeschke, a soccer coach and the Senior Pastor of The King’s Chapel, an non-denominational Christian church in Fairfax, Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shn7ZR_qCmI/AAAAAAAACxI/TibuXV-Lqj8/s1600-h/jilliandare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575244970134114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shn7ZR_qCmI/AAAAAAAACxI/TibuXV-Lqj8/s320/jilliandare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jillian Dare leaves her Shenandoah Valley foster home behind and strikes out on her own as a nanny at a large country estate in northern Virginia. She is delighted with the beauty of her new home, the affection of her young charge Cadence Remington, and the opportunity for frequent travel to the Remington castle in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is less certain about her feelings for her handsome but moody employer, Ethan. In spite of herself, Jillian realizes she is falling for her boss. But how can a humble girl ever hope to win a wealthy man of the world? And what dark secrets from the past is he hiding? This contemporary story, inspired by the well-loved classic Jane Eyre, will capture readers' 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/0800733169"&gt;Jillian Dare: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/jillian-dare-novel-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0800733169&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-3933324588985636586?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/jillian-dare-novel-by-melanie-m-jeschke.html' title='Jillian Dare A Novel by Melanie M. Jeschke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3933324588985636586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=3933324588985636586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3933324588985636586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3933324588985636586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/jillian-dare-novel-by-melanie-m-jeschke.html' title='Jillian Dare A Novel by Melanie M. Jeschke'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Shn8SLnL3-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/UqyFEpHmj5g/s72-c/JeschkeMelanieM_ath_300-167x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-119630066139686296</id><published>2009-05-19T16:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:39:07.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulterior Motives by Mark Andrew Olsen</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulterior Motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany House (March 1, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764202758"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Andrew Olsen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/ReuFUgDs0LI/AAAAAAAAACc/BDlBbLdJRLw/s1600-h/Olsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038267195393364146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/ReuFUgDs0LI/AAAAAAAAACc/BDlBbLdJRLw/s200/Olsen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MARK ANDREW OLSEN whose novel &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/076422817X"&gt;The Assignment&lt;/a&gt; was a Christy Award finalist, also collaborated on bestsellers &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764229435"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/a&gt; (now the major motion picture: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0430431/"&gt;One Night With the King&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764203371"&gt;The Hadassah Covenant&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764202006"&gt;Rescued&lt;/a&gt;. Two of his last books were the supernatural thriller &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764228188"&gt;The Watchers&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/076420274X"&gt;The Warriors&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son of missionaries to France, Mark is a Professional Writing graduate of Baylor University. He and his wife, Connie, live in Colorado Springs with their three children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeRwY_8qLI/AAAAAAAACww/zFA5_7kXHUI/s1600-h/ulteriormotives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334392544174057650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeRwY_8qLI/AAAAAAAACww/zFA5_7kXHUI/s320/ulteriormotives.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When an al-Qaeda email is intercepted, threatening an attack on America, it leads to the capture of the group's leader. Yet even under fierce interrogation, the terrorist clings to his jihadist beliefs and refuses to divulge any information. Desperate, the Army resorts to extreme measures--a controversial protocol designed to break a subject's resistance. But the attempt must be masked as an offer of clemency and rely on an outside party, someone who is unaware of the protocol's aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find that someone in Greg Cahill, a disgraced soldier who now serves in a prison ministry. Lured by the chance to restore his reputation, Greg befriends a man the entire country despises. And the result proves combustible, the two men having to flee for their lives. With both in need of redemption, they set out to prevent a major catastrophe...&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/0764202758"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764202758 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-119630066139686296?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/ulterior-motive-by-mark-andrew-olsen.html' title='Ulterior Motives by Mark Andrew Olsen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/119630066139686296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=119630066139686296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/119630066139686296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/119630066139686296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/ulterior-motives-by-mark-andrew-olsen.html' title='Ulterior Motives by Mark Andrew Olsen'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/ReuFUgDs0LI/AAAAAAAAACc/BDlBbLdJRLw/s72-c/Olsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6341006149432258521</id><published>2009-05-15T02:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:37:35.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Counterfeit by Kathleen Y'Barbo</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1602605475"&gt;Beloved Counterfeit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Barbour Publishing, Inc (May 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathleenybarbo.com/"&gt;Kathleen Y'Barbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeKMa1grqI/AAAAAAAACwo/8sXU78QlIL8/s1600-h/Kathleen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334384229610466978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeKMa1grqI/AAAAAAAACwo/8sXU78QlIL8/s320/Kathleen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KATHLEEN MILLER Y’BARBO is a tenth-generation Texan and a mother of three grown sons and a teenage daughter. She is a graduate of Texas A&amp;amp;M University and an award-winning novelist of Christian fiction whose first published work jumped onto the Christian Booksellers Association bestseller list in its first month of release. Kathleen is a former treasurer for the American Christian Fiction Writers, and is a member of the Author’s Guild, Inspirational Writers Alive, Words for the Journey Christian Writers Guild, and the Fellowship of Christian Authors. In addition, she is a sought-after speaker, and her kids think she’s a pretty cool mom, too…most of the time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeJfys_RuI/AAAAAAAACwg/RM4VsmHk_x8/s1600-h/belovedcounterfeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334383462923060962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeJfys_RuI/AAAAAAAACwg/RM4VsmHk_x8/s320/belovedcounterfeit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE CAN COVER A MUTITUDE OF SINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed ashore on Fairweather Key, Ruby O’Shea and her three nieces─the offspring of the pirate Thomas Hawkins and Ruby’s late sister─have a chance for a new beginning as Ruby takes a job in a boardinghouse and the girls are passed off as her daughters. But will Ruby be able to confess all when she falls for Micah Tate, a widower, wrecher, and soon-to-be preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah is determined to marry the young woman who has captured his heart despite knowing she has something to hide. But will he be able to remain true to his vows when his lady love’s shady past comes to light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Thomas Hawkins will go to any length to discover the whereabouts of his daughters. What will his determination cost the folks of Fairweather Key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ruby finds herself bereft of her newfound love and protector, will she run away in an attempt to escape her present as she did her past? Will Micah’s love cover the multitude of Ruby’s sins, or will Ruby’s duplicity cost her everything?&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/1602605475"&gt;Beloved Counterfeit&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/beloved-counterfeit-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602605475&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6341006149432258521?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/beloved-counterfeit-by-kathleen-ybarbo.html' title='Beloved Counterfeit by Kathleen Y&apos;Barbo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6341006149432258521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6341006149432258521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6341006149432258521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6341006149432258521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/beloved-counterfeit-by-kathleen-ybarbo.html' title='Beloved Counterfeit by Kathleen Y&apos;Barbo'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgeKMa1grqI/AAAAAAAACwo/8sXU78QlIL8/s72-c/Kathleen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7408489632872763061</id><published>2009-05-08T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:00:54.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Their Deeds by Paul Robertson</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764205684"&gt;According To Their Deeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (March 1, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Paul Robertson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgD3HoDxJvI/AAAAAAAACwI/xlKW62nt6dU/s1600-h/paulrobertson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332533669191034610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgD3HoDxJvI/AAAAAAAACwI/xlKW62nt6dU/s320/paulrobertson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Robertson is a computer programming consultant, part-time high-school math and science teacher, and the author of The Heir. He is also a former Christian bookstore owner (for 15 years), who lives with his family in Blacksburg, Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgD1x0Q2Y0I/AAAAAAAACwA/jucMO6IRNgU/s1600-h/According+to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332532194998379330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgD1x0Q2Y0I/AAAAAAAACwA/jucMO6IRNgU/s320/According+to.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Deadly Game of Justice Versus Mercy Charles Beale lives outside the shadow of Washington, D.C. Politics and power matter only when a client crosses the Potomac to visit his Alexandria Rare Books shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that all changes when a former client--a man deeply connected in the Justice Department--is found murdered after a break-in gone bad. When Charles reclaims at auction the books he'd once sold, he quickly discovers he's bought more trouble than he could have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside one volume are secrets. A collection of sins that, if revealed, could destroy reputations, careers--even lives. Charles soon learns he isn't the only who knows. Going to the police means ruining a multitude of lives. But staying silent puts a target on his shop, his wife--and himself. Charles must decide: Should one mistake really cost you everything?&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/0764205684"&gt;According To Their Deeds&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/according-to-their-deeds-by-paul.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205684&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-7408489632872763061?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/according-to-their-deeds-by-paul.html' title='According to Their Deeds by Paul Robertson'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7408489632872763061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7408489632872763061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7408489632872763061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7408489632872763061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/according-to-their-deeds-by-paul.html' title='According to Their Deeds by Paul Robertson'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SgD3HoDxJvI/AAAAAAAACwI/xlKW62nt6dU/s72-c/paulrobertson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-5500281926495640446</id><published>2009-05-04T02:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:06:40.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame by Greg Garrett</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1434767523"&gt;Shame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (May 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884809047984686435"&gt;Greg Garrett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sf5PE6Dkq1I/AAAAAAAACvw/7kw_6lh5ZWs/s1600-h/greggarrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785954575559506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sf5PE6Dkq1I/AAAAAAAACvw/7kw_6lh5ZWs/s320/greggarrett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg Garrett has published newspaper and magazine features, short stories, personal and critical essays, reviews, encyclopedia articles, novels, a memoir, and books of nonfiction during his thirty-year writing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of the critically acclaimed novels &lt;i&gt;Free Bird&lt;/i&gt; (chosen by Publishers Weekly and the Rocky Mountain News [Denver] as one of the best first novels of 2002) and &lt;i&gt;Cycling&lt;/i&gt;, as well as the nonfiction books &lt;i&gt;The Gospel Reloaded&lt;/i&gt; (with Chris Seay), &lt;i&gt;Holy Superheroes&lt;/i&gt;!, the spiritual autobiography &lt;i&gt;Crossing Myself, The Gospel According to Hollywood&lt;/i&gt;, and the forthcoming &lt;i&gt;Stories from the Edge&lt;/i&gt;, Dr. Garrett is a past winner of the Pirate's Alley William Faulkner Prize for Fiction, and a regional CASE gold medalist for nonfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was elected to the Texas Institute of Letters in 2005 for his lifetime literary achievements. Professor of English at Baylor University, Dr. Garrett was named the Outstanding Baylor Faculty Member for 1994 by the Baylor Student Congress, and received the university administration's outstanding professor award in 1996. He received his Ph.D. in English from Oklahoma State University, and recently completed the M.Div. at the Episcopal Seminary of the Southwest in Austin, where he lives, writes, and serves as a lay preacher at St. David's Episcopal Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sf5Pgum1f7I/AAAAAAAACv4/zlFBvAZslKo/s1600-h/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786432538574770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sf5Pgum1f7I/AAAAAAAACv4/zlFBvAZslKo/s320/shame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to appreciate the life you have when you're wondering about the one you might have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Tilden's glory days are far behind him, and now it seems like all he has is the monotony of everyday living. He certainly thought there'd be more to it than his ramshackle Oklahoma farm and a mundane job coaching basketball at his old high school. He questions his fatherhood skills too: His oldest son won't speak to him, his younger son wants to quit the basketball team, and now his daughter wants to go out on dates. He loves his wife, but the marriage has settled into complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With John's twentieth high school reunion approaching, he has agreed to play in an exhibition game with the old championship team. And his ex-girlfriend's back in town, newly single. What might have been now seems closer than ever.&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/1434767523"&gt;Shame&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434767523&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-5500281926495640446?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-by-greg-garrett.html' title='Shame by Greg Garrett'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5500281926495640446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=5500281926495640446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5500281926495640446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5500281926495640446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-by-greg-garrett.html' title='Shame by Greg Garrett'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sf5PE6Dkq1I/AAAAAAAACvw/7kw_6lh5ZWs/s72-c/greggarrett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1882683033218703423</id><published>2009-04-24T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:48:07.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elisha's Bones by Don Hoesel</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764205609"&gt;Elisha's Bones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Bethany House March 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donhoesel.com/"&gt;Don Hoesel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Se598aPU0jI/AAAAAAAACvQ/4PR9iGqsstE/s1600-h/donhoesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327333886015099442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Se598aPU0jI/AAAAAAAACvQ/4PR9iGqsstE/s320/donhoesel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don Hoesel was born and raised in Buffalo, NY but calls Spring Hill, TN home. He 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives in Spring Hill with his wife and two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha's Bones is his first novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Se55bO22wFI/AAAAAAAACvI/mHotUM1js9w/s1600-h/elisha%27sbones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327328917977481298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Se55bO22wFI/AAAAAAAACvI/mHotUM1js9w/s320/elisha%27sbones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, professor of antiquities Jack Hawthorne looks forward to the winter break as a time to hide away from his responsibilities. Even if just for a week or two. But this year, his plans are derailed when he's offered almost a blank check from a man chasing a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billionaire Gordon Reese thinks he knows where the bones of the prophet Elisha are--bones that in the Old Testament brought the dead back to life. The bones of the prophet once raised the dead to life... but they vanished from history in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankrolled by a dying man of unlimited means, Hawthorne's hunt spans the globe and leads him into a deadly conspiracy older than the church itself. A born skeptic, Jack doesn't think much of the assignment but he could use the money, so he takes the first step on a chase for the legendary bones that will take him to the very ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's not alone. Joined with a fiery colleague, Esperanza Habilla, they soon discover clues to a shadowy organization whose long-held secrets have been protected . . . at all costs. And he soon discovers those sworn to keep the secret of the bones will do anything to protect them. As their lives are threatened again and again, the real race is to uncover the truth before those chasing them hunt them down.&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/0764205609"&gt;Elisha's Bones&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/elishas-bones-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205609&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1882683033218703423?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/04/elishas-bones-by-don-hoesel.html' title='Elisha&apos;s Bones by Don Hoesel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1882683033218703423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1882683033218703423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1882683033218703423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1882683033218703423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/elishas-bones-by-don-hoesel.html' title='Elisha&apos;s Bones by Don Hoesel'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Se598aPU0jI/AAAAAAAACvQ/4PR9iGqsstE/s72-c/donhoesel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6525685173539842274</id><published>2009-04-19T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:55:30.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boneman's Daughters by Ted Dekker</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1599951959"&gt;Boneman's Daughters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Center Street (April 14, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/"&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s1600-h/ted_dekker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290161788619072994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s200/ted_dekker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ted is the son of missionaries John and Helen Dekker, whose incredible story of life among headhunters in Indonesia has been told in several books. Surrounded by the vivid colors of the jungle and a myriad of cultures, each steeped in their own interpretation of life and faith, Dekker received a first-class education on human nature and behavior. This, he believes, is the foundation of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from a multi-cultural high school, he took up permanent residence in the United States to study Religion and Philosophy. After earning his Bachelor's Degree, Dekker entered the corporate world in management for a large healthcare company in California. Dekker was quickly recognized as a talent in the field of marketing and was soon promoted to Director of Marketing. This experience gave him a background which enabled him to eventually form his own company and steadily climb the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1997, Dekker has written full-time. He states that each time he writes, he finds his understanding of life and love just a little clearer and his expression of that understanding a little more vivid. Dekker's body of work encompassing seven mysteries, three thrillers and ten fantasies includes Heaven's Wager, When Heaven Weeps, Thunder of Heaven, Blessed Child, A Man Called Blessed, Blink, Thr3e, The Circle Trilogy (Black, Red, White), Obsessed, Renegade, and Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SefhnwEyqmI/AAAAAAAACuw/UO1dhviaFak/s1600-h/boneman%27sdaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325473157425048162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SefhnwEyqmI/AAAAAAAACuw/UO1dhviaFak/s320/boneman%27sdaughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you kill an innocent man to save your daughter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call him BoneMan, a serial killer who’s abducted six young women. He’s the perfect father looking for the perfect daughter, and when his victims fail to meet his lofty expectations, he kills them by breaking their bones and leaving them to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence officer Ryan Evans, on the other hand, has lost all hope of ever being the perfect father. His daughter and wife have written him out of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes when BoneMan takes Ryan’s estranged daughter, Bethany, as his seventh victim. Ryan goes after BoneMan on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the FBI sees it differently. New evidence points to the suspicion that Ryan is BoneMan. Now the hunter is the hunted, and in the end, only one father will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your an avid Dekker fan, and would like wallpaper and counters for your blog, go &lt;a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/features/dekker/wallpaper.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to an audio clip &lt;a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/_swf/hbg_audioplayer.swf?mediaPath=/_swf/audio/adults/BoneMansDaughters_WebClip.mp3&amp;amp;imgPath=&amp;amp;titleVar=Listen%20to%20an%20Excerpt&amp;amp;"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the VIDEO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXcws4_jtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXcws4_jtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1599951959"&gt;Boneman's Daughters&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonemans-daughters-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599951959&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6525685173539842274?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonemans-daughters-by-ted-dekker.html' title='Boneman&apos;s Daughters by Ted Dekker'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6525685173539842274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6525685173539842274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6525685173539842274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6525685173539842274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonemans-daughters-by-ted-dekker.html' title='Boneman&apos;s Daughters by Ted Dekker'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s72-c/ted_dekker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-2940804190242733092</id><published>2009-04-16T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:09:40.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret by Beverly Lewis</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764205714"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Bethany House May 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beverlylewis.com/"&gt;Beverly Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeVDHkJUb4I/AAAAAAAACuo/7rXpW9piNx0/s1600-h/bev-homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324735931676389250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeVDHkJUb4I/AAAAAAAACuo/7rXpW9piNx0/s320/bev-homepage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not until her own children were well into middle school did Bev seek to publish her work, first in magazines such as &lt;i&gt;Highlights for Children, Dolphin Log&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Guideposts for Kids&lt;/i&gt;. Her first book followed in 1993—&lt;i&gt;Mountain Bikes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Garbanzo Beans&lt;/i&gt;—presently retitled &lt;i&gt;Big Bad Beans&lt;/i&gt; (book #22 in the popular CUL-DE-SAC KIDS series of chapter books—see list of Bev's children's books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly's first venture into adult fiction is the best-selling trilogy, THE HERITAGE OF LANCASTER COUNTY, including &lt;i&gt;The Shunning&lt;/i&gt;, a suspenseful saga of Katie Lapp, a young Amish woman drawn to the modern world by secrets from her past. The book is loosely based on the author's maternal grandmother, Ada Ranck Buchwalter, who left her Old Order Mennonite upbringing to marry a Bible College student. One Amish-country newspaper claimed Beverly's work to be "a primer on Lancaster County folklore" and offers "an insider's view of Amish life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booksellers across the country, and around the world, have spread the word of Bev's tender tales of Plain country life. A clerk in a Virginia bookstore wrote, "Beverly's books have a compelling freshness and spark. You just don't run across writing like that every day. I hope she'll keep writing stories about the Plain people for a long, long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A member of the National League of American Pen Women, as well as a Distinguished Alumnus of Evangel University, Lewis has written over 80 books for children, youth, and adults, many of them award-winning. She and her husband, David, make their home in Colorado, where they enjoy hiking, biking, and playing with their three grandchildren. They are also avid musicians and fiction "book worms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeVCW5rxi4I/AAAAAAAACug/NqpP4ebb1oI/s1600-h/the+secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324735095644457858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeVCW5rxi4I/AAAAAAAACug/NqpP4ebb1oI/s320/the+secret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the seemingly ordinary Amish home of Grace Byler, secrets abound. Why does her mother weep in the night? Why does her father refuse to admit something is dreadfully wrong? Then, in one startling moment, everything Grace assumed she knew is shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's disappearance leaves Grace reeling and unable to keep her betrothal promise to her long-time beau. Left to pick up the pieces of her life, Grace questions all she has been taught about love, family, and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Nelson is an English grad student, stunned by a doctor's diagnosis. Surely fate would not allow her father to lose his only daughter after the death of his wife a few years before. In denial and telling no one she is terminally ill, Heather travels to Lancaster County-- the last place she and her mother had visited together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Heather find healing for body and spirit? As the lives of four wounded souls begin to weave together like an Amish patchwork quilt, they each discover missing pieces of their life puzzles--and glimpse the merciful and loving hand of God.&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/0764205714"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-prologue-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205714&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-2940804190242733092?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-by-beverly-lewis.html' title='The Secret by Beverly Lewis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2940804190242733092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=2940804190242733092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2940804190242733092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2940804190242733092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-by-beverly-lewis.html' title='The Secret by Beverly Lewis'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeVDHkJUb4I/AAAAAAAACuo/7rXpW9piNx0/s72-c/bev-homepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7695531755804737013</id><published>2009-04-15T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:38:27.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlock By Robert Liparulo</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1595541667"&gt;Deadlock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (April 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertliparulo.com/"&gt;Robert Liparulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s1600-h/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959022639682706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s320/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Liparulo is a former journalist, with over a thousand articles and multiple writing awards to his name. Readers of his action-thrillers were not surprised when his visual storytelling style caught the eye of Hollywood producers. Currently, three of his novels for adults are in various stages of development for the big screen: the film rights to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542299"&gt;Comes A Horseman&lt;/a&gt; were purchased by the producer of Tom Clancy’s movies; and Liparulo is penning the screenplays for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261788"&gt;GERM&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261796"&gt;Deadfall&lt;/a&gt; for two top producers. He is also working with the director Andrew Davis (&lt;i&gt;The Fugitive, Holes&lt;/i&gt;) on a political thriller. Novelist Michael Palmer calls &lt;i&gt;Deadfall&lt;/i&gt; “a brilliantly crafted thriller.” March 31st marked the publication of &lt;i&gt;Deadfall’s&lt;/i&gt; follow-up, &lt;i&gt;Deadlock&lt;/i&gt;, which novelist Gayle Lynds calls, “best of high-octane suspense.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liparulo’s bestselling young adult series, &lt;i&gt;Dreamhouse Kings&lt;/i&gt;, debuted last year with &lt;i&gt;House of Dark Shadows&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Watcher in the Woods&lt;/i&gt;. Book three, &lt;i&gt;Gatekeepers&lt;/i&gt; released in January, and number four, &lt;i&gt;Timescape&lt;/i&gt;, comes out in July. The series has garnered praise from readers, both young and old, as well as attracting famous fans who themselves know the genre inside and out. Of the series Goosebumps creator R.L. Stine says, “I loved wandering around in these books. With a house of so many great, haunting stories, why would you ever want to go outside?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is currently working on his next thriller, which for the first time injects a bit of the supernatural into his gun-blazing stories. The story is so compelling, two Hollywood studios are already in talks to acquire it—despite its publication date being more than a year away. After that comes a trilogy of novels, based on the critically acclaimed short story he contributed to James Patterson’s &lt;i&gt;Thriller&lt;/i&gt; anthology. &lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt; bestselling author Steve Berry calls Liparulo’s writing “Inventive, suspenseful, and highly entertaining . . . Robert Liparulo is a storyteller, pure and simple.” He lives with his family in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKACGo2b5I/AAAAAAAACuQ/FwxrtepBL84/s1600-h/Deadlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323958483135393682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKACGo2b5I/AAAAAAAACuQ/FwxrtepBL84/s320/Deadlock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Hutchinson thinks it's no coincidence that Brendan Page runs this modern Praetorian Guard, and that the billionaire military industrialist must have had something to do with the atrocities his son Declan committed in Canada. The Canadian and U.S. Justice departments disagree, but Hutch has been digging for dirt ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Page has some dirty not-so-little secrets. he's built an empire on supplying futuristic weapons and highly trained soldiers to the world's most powerful armies. But he's saved his most destructive weapons for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hutch discovers the secret of Page's success, Page decides to teach him a lesson. But the operation goes terribly wrong, and Hutch's son is kidnapped. While a lone man stands little chance against the best black op soldiers ever issued M-16s, Hutch manages to survive longer than Page anticipated. As far as Hutch is concerned, high-tech helmets, machine guns, and hand grenades are nothing compared to a man determined to save his son. It's a lesson he sets out to teach Page-and one that he can only hope works as well in the real world as it does in his heart.&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/1595541667"&gt;Deadlock&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadlock-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595541667&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-7695531755804737013?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadlock-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Deadlock By Robert Liparulo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7695531755804737013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7695531755804737013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7695531755804737013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7695531755804737013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadlock-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Deadlock By Robert Liparulo'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SeKAhgcslJI/AAAAAAAACuY/19FSmxa2xec/s72-c/Liparulo+piccasual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-4256028174361437375</id><published>2009-04-08T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:59:51.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son, John by Kathi Macias</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/d9l4zx"&gt;My Son, John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sheafcart.com/product_info.php?cPath=21&amp;amp;products_id=37"&gt;Sheaf House Publishers&lt;/a&gt; April 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathimacias.com/"&gt;Kathi Macias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdlSSBBWGiI/AAAAAAAACts/ylKMD1H-MrA/s1600-h/kathi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321374904180152866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdlSSBBWGiI/AAAAAAAACts/ylKMD1H-MrA/s320/kathi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kathi Macias is an award-winning author of more than twenty fiction and nonfiction books. She has also ghostwritten and collaborated on books for a number of well-known individuals. She is a staff member for The Christian Communicator Manuscript Critique Service and a member of The Christian Proofreaders and Editors Network, Christian Authors Network, American Christian Fiction Writers, Christian Writers Fellowship International, Advanced Writers/Speakers Association, for who she serves as membership chair, and orange County Christian Writers Fellowship. She is the 2008 winner of AWSA’s Golden Scroll Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Former newspaper columnist and string reporter, Macias is a credentialed minister and served as an associate pastor at a large church in Southern California, where she did biblical counseling, trained small group leaders, and oversaw support/recovery ministries. She is a popular speaker at churches, women’s clubs and retreats, and writers’ conferences, and has appeared on several radio and TV programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdlRL-KK6UI/AAAAAAAACtk/3xaPsWEPxaU/s1600-h/mysonjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373700821018946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdlRL-KK6UI/AAAAAAAACtk/3xaPsWEPxaU/s320/mysonjohn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could there be a more chilling word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any more horrible than to have a loved one killed, brutally and heartlessly, without obvious reason or motive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Liz Peterson's elderly mother is found viciously beaten to death in her home, Liz and her husband, Charles, along with their grown son, John, and teenage daughter, Sarah, are horrified beyond words. Their previously predictable, respectable lives seem to have vanished without a trace, as they struggle to make sense of a senseless act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a second blow-more devastating, if possible, than the first-rocks them to their core. John is arrested for his grandmother's murder. As what's left of the Peterson family begins to crumble under the weight of loss and accusation, the Petersons' longstanding Christian faith is put to the test in a way they could never have imagined, and unconditional love is stretched to its limits. Will family ties and relationships withstand such a crushing blow, or will evil succeed in dividing and conquering this once close and inseparable family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the chilling trailer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EndrR_1w4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EndrR_1w4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/d9l4zx"&gt;My Son, John&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-son-john-prologue-and-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://tinyurl.com/d9l4zx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-4256028174361437375?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-son-john-by-kathi-macias.html' title='My Son, John by Kathi Macias'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4256028174361437375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=4256028174361437375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4256028174361437375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4256028174361437375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-son-john-by-kathi-macias.html' title='My Son, John by Kathi Macias'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdlSSBBWGiI/AAAAAAAACts/ylKMD1H-MrA/s72-c/kathi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-3618240014610897066</id><published>2009-04-03T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:55:24.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of Wrath by Bill Myers</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0446698008"&gt;Angel Of Wrath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (April 8, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billmyers.com/"&gt;Bill Myers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdLHh9fIutI/AAAAAAAACtc/q49S8PhVvig/s1600-h/bill_new_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319533496132745938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdLHh9fIutI/AAAAAAAACtc/q49S8PhVvig/s320/bill_new_picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, one thing led to another and even though I got C's in my one writing class in college (and told God I could do anything for him but write) I got my first writing job for a TV series. And then another and then some directing jobs and finally some books. (I think I've written and/or directed a few dozen films and about 60 books). The projects have won about 40 awards, I get to travel all over the world, and I'm having the time of my life. I often think that none of this would have happened if I lived my life my way. I would have never chosen writing and directing for a living. Instead, I might be in somebody's mouth this very minute drilling away as a dentist. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being a dentist, it's just not what I was designed for. So, everywhere I go, I encourage people to say yes to God, no matter how foolish it may feel, because by doing that, they'll be in the center of His will and living a cooler life than they'd ever dreamed possible. It's not always easy and it can be a little scary…but it's anything but boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I live in California, not too far from Hollyweird (where I'm still trying to make a difference) with two cats, two kids, one dog and one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Faithword book by Bill Myers is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446697990"&gt;The Voice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdLChZxklEI/AAAAAAAACtM/777pLwO7Osg/s1600-h/angelofwrath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319527988988253250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdLChZxklEI/AAAAAAAACtM/777pLwO7Osg/s320/angelofwrath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen-year-old Jazmin, her ex-Special Ops uncle Charlie, and former FBI agent Lisa are reunited in the second of the Voice of God series to stop a an assassin driven to murder members of a megachurch led by Lisa's brother. This assassin has drawn in a coven of teens toying with satanic practices to support his efforts. The naive youth engage in ceremonies that appear to usher in the death of each of his victims. When their rituals open a portal into the spiritual realm, a terrifying and mysterious entity crosses over to our world.&lt;br /&gt;The battle culminates with the capture of Lisa's father as the next target and a Black Mass requiring both their deaths as a sacrifice. The team will, once again, have to rely on all their wits, strength, and faith to survive in this action-packed, unearthly warfare.&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/0446698008"&gt;Angel Of Wrath&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/angel-of-wrath-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My review to be coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446698008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-3618240014610897066?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/angel-of-wrath-by-bill-myers.html' title='Angel of Wrath by Bill Myers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3618240014610897066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=3618240014610897066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3618240014610897066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3618240014610897066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-of-wrath-by-bill-meyers.html' title='Angel of Wrath by Bill Myers'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdLHh9fIutI/AAAAAAAACtc/q49S8PhVvig/s72-c/bill_new_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8946324098678733560</id><published>2009-04-03T17:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:49:06.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE the Movie: based on the book by best-selling authors Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdaYw0dXuFI/AAAAAAAABBk/rrGPYq8lwTA/s1600-h/5167hP5Z6KL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320607974267795538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdaYw0dXuFI/AAAAAAAABBk/rrGPYq8lwTA/s320/5167hP5Z6KL__SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdaTnCpwmbI/AAAAAAAABBc/NBkFiO3bHRk/s1600-h/5167hP5Z6KL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;House (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Product Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best selling authors Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti transform their supernatural novel into the thrilling film House. The film follows Jack (Reynaldo Rosales, TV’s "Medium”) and Stephanie Singleton (Heidi Dippold, HBO’s "The Sopranos”), a self-absorbed couple who get sidetracked on their way to a counseling session. After blowing out their tires, they find their way to the Wayside Inn, a ramshackle B &amp;amp;B where they meet an equally self-obsessed couple. The foursome quickly find themselves terrorized by a household of ghoulish servants and a masked lunatic, known as "The Tin Man” (Michael Madsen, Kill Bill: Vol. 2), who demands a dead body by sunrise. Their only way out, it seems, is to venture further in. But the deeper they go, the more horrifying the killer’s game and their night becomes. House is "a suspenseful psychological roller coaster ride” (MovieJungle.com) that will keep you pinned to the edge of your seat! ~from &lt;strong&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on the supernatural novel by Bestselling Christian authors Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti, House is a tale of punishment and redemption that will keep you pinned to the edge of your seat. This thriller tells the story of a struggling couple who have grown apart since the untimely death of their daughter. But when they become trapped inside a mysterious house guarded by a killer who calls himself "The Tin Man" (Michael Madsen), they are forced to confront the most disturbing secrets of their past. ~from &lt;strong&gt;Christianbook.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rated R. for some violence and terror. Approx. 88 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A best-selling Christian Triller and Horror book, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, by Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti, has now become a movie, setting a standard for more Christian movies in this genre. Jack and Stephanie, a couple struggling with their marriage and guilt from their child dying, end up at a hotel with a killer that tells them "The wages of sin is death." Randy and Leslie also run over metal in the road that pops their tires and forces them into the House. The House is haunted in such a way that it shows them their sins and wants to make them pay. The killer, the Tin Man gives them the "rules" of the House:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I came into this house and killed God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. I will kill anyone that comes into my house the same way I killed God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Give me one dead body by sunrise and I will let rule #2 slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Along with his accomplices, Betty, Stewart and Pete, he terrorizes Jack, Stephanie, Randy and Leslie with the presence of his evil. The occupants of the house leak black smoke and someone returns to life after one of them is killed, showing that they are not quite human. There is another person in the house, a young girl Susan, who while appearing scary at first turns out to be the good person who can show them the "Light" that will overcome the evil. While of course the killer and the occupants of the House are the evil ones, they are right about "the wages of sin is death." They are just killers and sinners themselves also. The people do have to die or have someone sacrifices in their place to pay for their sins. So brings up the idea of Jesus and our redemption through Him. The movie didn't get very far with that though, just showing that the light can overcome darkness. But in the book it is made so much clearer at the end. Also the end of the movie is different from the book, which makes for a strange ending that not everyone will agree with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I give the movie 4 out of 5 stars. Very good for a Christian horror movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can buy the movie here: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/House/dp/B001R10BIW/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1238799063&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/House/dp/B001R10BIW/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1238799063&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or here: &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=315253&amp;amp;netp_id=608552&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=315253&amp;amp;netp_id=608552&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also buy the book, it is more in-depth and explains a lot more than the movie does, explaining more clearly the Christian aspects of sin, punishment and redemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=43621&amp;amp;netp_id=479933&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=43621&amp;amp;netp_id=479933&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8946324098678733560?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8946324098678733560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8946324098678733560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8946324098678733560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8946324098678733560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-movie-based-on-book-by-best.html' title='HOUSE the Movie: based on the book by best-selling authors Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdaYw0dXuFI/AAAAAAAABBk/rrGPYq8lwTA/s72-c/5167hP5Z6KL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-667669066214232740</id><published>2009-03-31T13:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:02:46.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes by Marlo Schalesky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Tomorrow Never Comes by Marlo Schalesky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Review: &lt;/strong&gt;Marlo Schalesky has written another awesome book! The first book I read of hers was &lt;em&gt;Beyond the Night&lt;/em&gt;, I was amazed then and I am astounded now! She is able to get you involved with the characters, to feel what they feel and empathize with their trials and sufferings. Kinna struggles to have a baby and struggles with her faith in God's ability to answer her prayers. She takes matters into her own hands to try to have a baby, goes against God's plan and her husband's. Kinna and Jimmy's marriage is deteriorating because she is so focused on having a baby that she forgets to love; he feels used as a baby machine. There are problems at Jimmy's job and he gets fired, while Kinna doesn't even know. And in the end of the book everything is worked together according to God's grand design for their lives. Even through disobedience God is able to work everything together for good! "Love believes all things. Genesis 1:31." That is an important quote in the book. Read this for yourself to find the awe of how God will work things out, even when we fall short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Michelle Kralicek~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Michelle's Amazing book and movie reviews~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdJhdD9T3dI/AAAAAAAABBM/RbM-adNTgLg/s1600-h/if+tomorrow+never+comes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319421261784538578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdJhdD9T3dI/AAAAAAAABBM/RbM-adNTgLg/s320/if+tomorrow+never+comes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Childhood sweethearts Kinna and Jimmy Henley had simple dreams—marriage, children, a house by the sea… Everything they needed for happily ever after. What they didn’t plan on was years of infertility, stealing those dreams, crushing their hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, all that’s left is the memory of young love, and the desperate need for a child to erase the pain. Until…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Kinna rescues an elderly woman from the sea, the threads of the past, present, and future weave together to reveal the wonder of one final hope. One final chance to follow not their dreams, but God’s plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can they embrace the redemptive power of love before it’s too late? Or will their love be washed away like the castles they once built upon the sand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Bio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlo Schalesky&lt;/strong&gt; is the author of several books, including &lt;em&gt;Beyond the Night&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Empty Womb, Aching Heart.&lt;/em&gt; A graduate of Stanford University , Marlo also has a masters of theology with an emphasis in biblical studies from Fuller Theological Seminary. Married over twenty years, she lives with her husband, Bryan, and their five children in California .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can buy the book here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1601420242" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1601420242&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-667669066214232740?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/667669066214232740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=667669066214232740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/667669066214232740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/667669066214232740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-tomorrow-never-comes-by-marlo.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes by Marlo Schalesky'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SdJhdD9T3dI/AAAAAAAABBM/RbM-adNTgLg/s72-c/if+tomorrow+never+comes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-5244925300788146225</id><published>2009-03-31T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:18:09.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Enemy by Kathy Herman</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1434767868"&gt;The Real Enemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;David C. Cook (March 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdAW9CUAlFI/AAAAAAAACtE/M7AwiXfaizU/s1600-h/web_headshot-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318776397773182034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdAW9CUAlFI/AAAAAAAACtE/M7AwiXfaizU/s320/web_headshot-med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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, &lt;i&gt;Tested by Fire&lt;/i&gt;, debuted in 2001 as a CBA national bestseller, she's added thirteen more titles to her credit, including another bestseller, &lt;i&gt;All Things Hidden&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy's husband Paul is her best friend and most ardent supporter and manages the LifeWay Christian Store in Tyler, Texas. They have three grown children, five adorable grandkids, a cat named Samantha—and an ongoing fascination with hummingbirds. They also enjoy world travel, deep sea fishing, stargazing, and bird watching and sometimes incorporate all these hobbies into one big adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdARvy1k_NI/AAAAAAAACs8/rpsnFrxQO3g/s1600-h/realenemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770672722574546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdARvy1k_NI/AAAAAAAACs8/rpsnFrxQO3g/s320/realenemy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brill Jessup just became the first female police chief in Sophie Trace, Tennessee, and is riding on the credentials of a stellar eighteen-year career on the Memphis police force. She may be a pro at finding clues, but she tends to ignore the obvious in her personal life. And she would rather work than deal with the bitterness she feels about her husband Kurt's infidelity. Kurt, is weighed down by her unrelenting anger as he struggles to let God redeem the stupidest mistake he ever made. He is genuinely contrite and making every effort to show his commitment to Brill. But she hides behind her badge and her bitterness, deciding that moving her family away from Memphis is the only change she needs to make. So why can't Brill get over this anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she ever has time to unpack her boxes, people start disappearing. Lots of them. Seven people in seven days To complicate matters, a local legend has many residents believing that the cause is unearthly─tied to the “red shadows,” or spirits of the departed Cherokee who once inhabited the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Brill draws on all of her experience and instinct to solve the case, she must confront an enemy that threatens everything she holds dear─one that cannot be stopped with a badge and a gun. She is forced to confront the real enemy.&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/1434767868"&gt;The Real Enemy&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-enemy-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1434767868&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-5244925300788146225?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-enemy-by-kathy-herman.html' title='The Real Enemy by Kathy Herman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5244925300788146225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=5244925300788146225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5244925300788146225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5244925300788146225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-enemy-by-kathy-herman.html' title='The Real Enemy by Kathy Herman'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SdAW9CUAlFI/AAAAAAAACtE/M7AwiXfaizU/s72-c/web_headshot-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6323176275161003263</id><published>2009-03-12T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:29:25.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Well by Diana Wallis Taylor</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0800733096"&gt;Journey To The Well&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Revell (March 1, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dianawallistaylor.com/"&gt;Diana Wallis Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sbckonqnh7I/AAAAAAAACrk/HN92w5C1w4I/s1600-h/dwt6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311754565767890866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sbckonqnh7I/AAAAAAAACrk/HN92w5C1w4I/s320/dwt6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana Wallis Taylor, San Diego resident, is an award-winning Christian author and speaker who shares her personal testimony to women’s groups. The Lord gave Diana a desire to write a book about the woman of Samaria who encountered Jesus at Jacob’s Well. It was at the edge of the well where the woman of Samaria found the living water of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A native Californian, Diana Wallis Taylor graduated from San Diego State University. She has had many occupations; elementary and junior high school teacher, bookshop owner, and conference director for a Christian college. A poet since the age of 12, she published a book of poems, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1414107749"&gt;Wings Of The Wind&lt;/a&gt;, in 1994, now republished with watercolor illustrations in 2006. She has received awards in songwriting and poetry and her writing contributions appear in various books and magazines. The author speaks on the woman at the well in conjunction with her own testimony. She also speaks on &lt;em&gt;A Walk in the Darkness&lt;/em&gt;, on her family involvement in the occult and how it affected her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana lives with her husband Frank in San Diego, California and between them they have six grown children and ten grandchildren. In addition to her speaking and writing, she serves on the board of the San Diego Christian Writer’s Guild and is active in Christian Women’s Fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sbci7D46CVI/AAAAAAAACrc/8qGX29xzIjY/s1600-h/journeytothewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311752683558406482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sbci7D46CVI/AAAAAAAACrc/8qGX29xzIjY/s320/journeytothewell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She went to the well for water. What she found there would change her life forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marah is a young girl in love with her childhood friend, Jesse. When she is forced to marry an older man, she must abandon her dreams of happiness. At the mercy of men who are often only interested in using her, Marah must fight for survival. Will she ever meet a man who can save her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the Samaritan woman at Jacob's well is one of hope, redemption, and a life changed in an instant through a remarkable encounter. Jesus told her "everything she'd ever done," but we are left to wonder at the circumstances that led her life on such a tragic path to begin with. Now from the creative mind of Diana Wallis Taylor comes the full story of the woman at the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This well-researched portrayal of a woman's life in the time of Jesus opens a window into a fascinating world. Taylor's rich descriptions of the landscapes, lifestyles, and rituals mesh easily with the emotional and very personal story of one woman who desperately seeks to rise above the difficult circumstances of her life. &lt;/span&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/0800733096"&gt;Journey To The Well&lt;/a&gt;, click &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-well-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0800733096&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6323176275161003263?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-well-by-diana-wallis-taylor.html' title='Journey to the Well by Diana Wallis Taylor'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6323176275161003263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6323176275161003263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6323176275161003263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6323176275161003263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-well-by-diana-wallis-taylor.html' title='Journey to the Well by Diana Wallis Taylor'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sbckonqnh7I/AAAAAAAACrk/HN92w5C1w4I/s72-c/dwt6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6256772747198224013</id><published>2009-03-11T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:14:41.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of Mary Margaret by Lisa Samson</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1595542116"&gt;The Passion of Mary Margaret &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (March 10, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisasamson.com/"&gt;Lisa Samson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SDDRqlr2gMI/AAAAAAAABfg/ft1F7NBqnsA/s1600-h/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201888099213672642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SDDRqlr2gMI/AAAAAAAABfg/ft1F7NBqnsA/s320/lisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa Samson is a Christy Award-winning author of 19 books, including the Women of the Faith Novel of the Year, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595543694"&gt;Quaker Summer&lt;/a&gt;. Lisa has been hailed by &lt;em&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/em&gt; as "a talented novelist who isn't afraid to take risks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her novel &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542108"&gt;Embrace Me&lt;/a&gt; has been named as one of &lt;em&gt;Library Journal's &lt;/em&gt;books of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Lexinton, Kentucky, with her husband and three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stays busy by writing, volunteering at Kentucky Refugee Ministries, raising children and trying to be supportive of a husband in seminary. (Trying...some days she's downright awful. It's a good thing he's such a fabulous cook!) She can tell you one thing, it's never dull around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SbRzgYFV8lI/AAAAAAAACrM/2YaFqOMRzhk/s1600-h/Passionofmarymargaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310996860634526290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SbRzgYFV8lI/AAAAAAAACrM/2YaFqOMRzhk/s320/Passionofmarymargaret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary-Margaret accepts a calling that surpasses her wildest dreams . . . and challenges her deep faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary-Margaret Danaher met Jude Keller, the lightkeeper's son, she was studying at convent school on a small island in the Chesapeake Bay. Destined for a life as a religious sister, she nevertheless felt a pull toward Jude-rough and tumble, promiscuous Jude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sojourning as a medical missions sister in Swaziland, Mary-Margaret returns to the island to prepare for her final vows. Jude, too, returns to the island, dissolute and hardened. Mary-Margaret can hardly believe it when the Spirit tells her she must marry the troubled boy who befriended her all those years ago, forsaking the only life she ever wanted for a man she knows she'll never love.&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/1595542116"&gt;The Passion of Mary Margaret &lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/passion-of-mary-margaret-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542116&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6256772747198224013?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/passion-of-mary-margaret-by-lisa-samson.html' title='The Passion of Mary Margaret by Lisa Samson'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6256772747198224013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6256772747198224013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6256772747198224013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6256772747198224013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/passion-of-mary-margaret-by-lisa-samson.html' title='The Passion of Mary Margaret by Lisa Samson'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SDDRqlr2gMI/AAAAAAAABfg/ft1F7NBqnsA/s72-c/lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-474751872600448119</id><published>2009-03-10T22:54:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:30:29.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with a Perfect Stranger and Day with a Perfect Stranger by David Gregory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by David Gregory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Provocative novellas, &lt;em&gt;Dinner with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Day with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt; present the opportunity to listen in on an intriguing, humorous, informative, and moving discussions between Jesus and average people that cover Christianity, family relationships, creation of the universe, work, other religions, human suffering—and much more about life. Whether you enjoy these books for fictional plot or as a perfect witnessing tool, experience these best sellers again or for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Summary for &lt;em&gt;Dinner with a Perfect Stranger:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/Sbc63x_txcI/AAAAAAAABAc/SlXtVFin8z8/s1600-h/Dinner+with+a+Perfect+Stra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779015494583746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/Sbc63x_txcI/AAAAAAAABAc/SlXtVFin8z8/s320/Dinner+with+a+Perfect+Stra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are Invited to a Dinner with Jesus of Nazareth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The mysterious envelope arrives on Nick Cominsky’s desk amid a stack of credit card applications and business-related junk mail. Although his seventy-hour workweek has already eaten into his limited family time, Nick can’t pass up the opportunity to see what kind of plot his colleagues have hatched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The normally confident, cynical Nick soon finds himself thrown off-balance, drawn into an intriguing conversation with a baffling man who appears to be more than comfortable discussing everything from world religions to the existence of heaven and hell. And this man who calls himself Jesus also seems to know a disturbing amount about Nick’s personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;…………..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You’re bored, Nick. You were made for more than this. You’re worried about God stealing your fun, but you’ve got it backwards.… There’s no adventure like being joined to the Creator of the universe." He leaned back off the table. "And your first mission would be to let him guide you out of the mess you’re in at work."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As the evening progresses, their conversation touches on life, God, meaning, pain, faith, and doubt–and it seems that having &lt;em&gt;Dinner with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt; may change Nick’s life forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary for &lt;em&gt;Day with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/Sbc-qm9zyJI/AAAAAAAABBE/7156zFRHLn0/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783187242010770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/Sbc-qm9zyJI/AAAAAAAABBE/7156zFRHLn0/s320/image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if a fascinating stranger knew you better than you know yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When her husband comes home with a farfetched story about eating dinner with someone he believes to be Jesus, Mattie Cominsky thinks this may signal the end of her shaky marriage. Convinced that Nick is, at best, turning into a religious nut, the self-described agnostic hopes that a quick business trip will give her time to think things through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On board the plane, Mattie strikes up a conversation with a fellow passenger. When she discovers their shared scorn for religion, she confides her frustration over her husband’s recent conversion. The stranger suggests that perhaps her husband isn’t seeking religion but true spiritual connection, an idea that prompts her to reflect on her own search for fulfillment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As their conversation turns to issues of spiritual longing and deeper questions about the nature of God, Mattie finds herself increasingly drawn to this insightful stranger. But when the discussion unexpectedly turns personal, touching on things she’s never told anyone, Mattie is startled and disturbed. Who is this man who seems to peer straight into her soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Bio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gregory is the author of the best-selling books Dinner with a Perfect Stranger and A Day with a Perfect Stranger, and coauthor of two nonfiction books. After a ten-year business career, he returned to school to study religion and communications, earning graduate degrees from The University of North Texas and Dallas Theological Seminary. A native Texan, David now devotes himself to writing full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To buy either or both books at &lt;a href="http://randomhouse.com/" target="_blank"&gt;RandomHouse.com&lt;/a&gt;: click the links below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781578569052&amp;amp;ref=externallink_wbm_dinnerwithaperfectstranger_eaj_0129_01"&gt;Dinner with a Perfect Stranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400072422&amp;amp;ref=externallink_wbm_daywithaperfectstranger_eaj_0129_01"&gt;Day With a Perfect Stranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My review:&lt;/strong&gt; These books are great witnessing tools, or for anyway to read who has questions about Jesus and what it means to have faith in Him, and how logical it is to do so. The books give you common sense answers to many of the religious questions people ask, like why can't I get to Heaven if I am good enough? Well because even one sin seperates us from God. Our standard of what being "good" is, is at one place on a scale, and God's is so far above the scale that none of us can comprehend. Being "good" by human standards isn't enough, but Jesus died to set us all free from sin, even the so-called "little" sins that some people don't think are bad. We can only get to Heaven by accepting His gift of salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Michelle Kralicek~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have one copy to give away of &lt;em&gt;Dinner With a Perfect Stranger&lt;/em&gt;. If you would like a copy please comment on this blog and I will pick a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-474751872600448119?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/474751872600448119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=474751872600448119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/474751872600448119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/474751872600448119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-with-perfect-stranger-and-day.html' title='Dinner with a Perfect Stranger and Day with a Perfect Stranger by David Gregory'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/Sbc63x_txcI/AAAAAAAABAc/SlXtVFin8z8/s72-c/Dinner+with+a+Perfect+Stra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-4560780096148334602</id><published>2009-03-04T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:50:56.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Minds by Terri Blackstock</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0310250633"&gt;Double Minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zondervan (February 1, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sa34gq9-ZoI/AAAAAAAACrE/4SoRKxEcmFI/s1600-h/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309172775913416322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sa34gq9-ZoI/AAAAAAAACrE/4SoRKxEcmFI/s320/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terri Blackstock hasn’t always written for the Lord. Just over a decade ago she was an award-winning secular novelist writing for publishers such as HarperCollins, Harlequin, and Silhouette. With thirty-two titles published and 3.5 million books in print, she found that she was miserable. The compromises she had made in her career had taken their toll on her spiritual life, and she yearned to renew her relationship with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much soul-searching and wrestling with God, she finally told the Lord that she would never write another thing that didn’t glorify Him. Thinking she might never be published again, she began planning ways to supplement her income, while she worked on her first idea for a Christian novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she enjoyed reading suspense novels, she tried weaving a faith message into a fast-paced page-turner with ordinary people in jeopardy. When Christian publishers expressed great interest, she realized that a secondary job would not be necessary. God was paving the way for her to enter the Christian publishing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that time, she’s sold 2 million Christian novels. She has over thirty Christian titles, many of which have been number one best-sellers. Her latest book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/"&gt;Dawn's Light &lt;/a&gt;is part of her popular Restoration Series. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310257697"&gt;True Light&lt;/a&gt;, reached number one on the Top 50 of all Christian books the first full month it was in stores. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310257689"&gt;Night Light&lt;/a&gt; was the winner of the 2007 Retailer’s Choice Award for General Fiction. Other reader favorites include her Cape Refuge Series, her Newpointe 911 Series, her SunCoast Chronicles Series and her “Seasons” books written with co-author Beverly LaHaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri is literally a native of nowhere since she was raised in the Air Force, She makes her home in Mississippi. Terri and her husband are the parents of three adult children--a blended family which she considers one more of God's provisions.&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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sa33didmP-I/AAAAAAAACq8/rS1CgZ-bsFk/s1600-h/doubleminds_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171622578896866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sa33didmP-I/AAAAAAAACq8/rS1CgZ-bsFk/s320/doubleminds_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Struggling to succeed in the Nashville music scene, talented singer/songwriter Parker James finds the competition fierce – even deadly. A young woman’s murder, industry corruption, and a menacing stalker draw Parker into danger and intrigue. Nothing is as it appears, and unraveling the truth challenges everything Parker believes about her talent, her future, and her faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young girl with the Bohemian style was on the floor where she’d fallen, between Parker's computer case and her file cabinet. She wore a long, flowing skirt—lavender, the color of calm—and camel-colored Uggs. She lay on her back, her long, wavy blonde hair matted with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For struggling singer/songwriter Parker James, the music business has just turned deadly. Her desk in the reception area of a busy recording studio has become a crime scene, and Parker finds herself drawn into a mystery where nothing is as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unraveling the truth puts her own life at risk when she uncovers high-level industry corruption and is terrorized by a menacing stalker. As the danger escalates, Parker begins to question her dreams, her future, and even her faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Minds is a double treat—combining a compelling suspense novel with an inside look at the world of the Christian music industry in Nashville. Terri Blackstock grabs readers at page one and keeps them riveted until the final plot twist is untangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can preview a &lt;strong&gt;Book Trailer &lt;/strong&gt;on her site &lt;a href="http://www.terriblackstock.com/media/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&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/0310250633"&gt;Double Minds&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-minds-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310250633&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-4560780096148334602?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-minds-by-terri-blackstock.html' title='Double Minds by Terri Blackstock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4560780096148334602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=4560780096148334602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4560780096148334602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4560780096148334602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-minds-by-terri-blackstock.html' title='Double Minds by Terri Blackstock'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Sa34gq9-ZoI/AAAAAAAACrE/4SoRKxEcmFI/s72-c/terriblackstockphoto1-300x294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-4339754521064273851</id><published>2009-03-04T15:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:47:26.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Finds You in Humble Texas by Anita Higman</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1934770612"&gt;Love Finds You In Humble Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Summerside Press February 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitahigman.com/"&gt;Anita Higman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SatK7jxFVNI/AAAAAAAACq0/8Rif5InoZIY/s1600-h/5_016%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308418972860110034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SatK7jxFVNI/AAAAAAAACq0/8Rif5InoZIY/s320/5_016%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anita Higman is the author of 24 books including fiction, nonfiction, childrens books and plays. Among her published romance titles are Larkspur Dreams, The Love Song and Castles in the Air, all coauthored with Janice A. Thompson. Her mysteries include Another Stab at Life and Another Hour to Kill. Anita is a member of ACFW and the Christian Humor Writers Group and she has been recognized for her involvement in literacy programs. A Texan for the past 24 years, Anita has coauthored an awardwinning book about her home state, A Tribute to Early Texas. She lives with her family near Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other books by Anita are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/160260133X"&gt;Another Hour To Kill&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1597895164"&gt;Another Stab At Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SatJda4dBUI/AAAAAAAACqs/3lfLZTxl2IQ/s1600-h/lovefindsyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308417355567400258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SatJda4dBUI/AAAAAAAACqs/3lfLZTxl2IQ/s320/lovefindsyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Abernathy sisters. One is bright, one is beautiful, but both are in love with the same man. One sister will let go of love, and like a kite string untethering in the wind, the choice will undo each of their lives. What will it take to heal their hearts, for love to find them in a place called Humble, Texas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trudie Abernathy is a little inelegant, and she's never had much luck in love. To make matters worse, her thirtieth birthday is fast approaching and her sister, Lane, has decided to treat her to a makeover and a few blind dates. Trudie is about to protest, but then she meets the kind and handsome Mason Williamson. In spite of her humble manner, Mason finds her attractive, funny and smart. But Lane inexplicably pushes Trudie away from Mason and toward the other willing suitors. The makeover has transformed Trudie from ordinary into stunning, but she isnt sure how she feels about all the attention from men. Can Trudie stay true to her humble self and find her hearts desire in the process?&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/1934770612"&gt;Love Finds You In Humble Texas&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-finds-you-in-humble-texas-chapter.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the trailer for this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE7UyGf03Yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE7UyGf03Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1934770612&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-4339754521064273851?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-finds-you-in-humble-texas-by-anita.html' title='Love Finds You in Humble Texas by Anita Higman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4339754521064273851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=4339754521064273851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4339754521064273851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/4339754521064273851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-finds-you-in-humble-texas-by-anita.html' title='Love Finds You in Humble Texas by Anita Higman'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SatK7jxFVNI/AAAAAAAACq0/8Rif5InoZIY/s72-c/5_016%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7454956074328058479</id><published>2009-02-26T16:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:56:41.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Echo Within by Robert Benson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Echo Within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Robert Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SacbsLQTWhI/AAAAAAAABAE/1uvc4F-IPfs/s1600-h/9781400074341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307241131628780050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SacbsLQTWhI/AAAAAAAABAE/1uvc4F-IPfs/s400/9781400074341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Echo Within&lt;/em&gt; will reach you right where you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Echo Within&lt;/em&gt; is a profoundly affecting, honest look at the myriad ways we are drawn into our life’s best work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written out of his own lifelong search for and response to the calling voice of God, Robert Benson recounts his discovery of the meaning of vocation, work, and purpose through the ups and downs inherent in family life, professional choice, and spiritual experience. With clarity and insight, and in the elegant prose for which he is known, he gently invites and encourages readers to find such deep truths for their lives as well. In particular, he illuminates the way for readers to explore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· ways to sense the Holy in our pursuits, both in the pursuits themselves and within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;· how to fall into our vocation and chart a course toward it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;· how to love the work we do, and the process of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone beginning a new career or sensing a needed change in their life or wrestling with a transition suddenly thrust upon them, Robert Benson delivers wisdom, humor, and heart in what he’s learned about listening for The Echo Within—and how it can help us discover our calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Bio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SaccypJUIhI/AAAAAAAABAM/Uoeu_GD-0so/s1600-h/Robert+Benson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307242342243377682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SaccypJUIhI/AAAAAAAABAM/Uoeu_GD-0so/s320/Robert+Benson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Benson has written more than a dozen books about the discovery of the sacred in the midst of our ordinary lives, including Between the Dreaming and the Coming True, Home By Another Way, and Digging In. His work has been critically acclaimed in a wide range of publications from The New York Times and USA Today to Spirituality &amp;amp; Health and The Benedictine Review. He is an alumnus of The Upper Room’s Academy for Spiritual Formation and was recently named a Living Spiritual Teacher by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spiritualityandpractice.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SpiritualityandPractice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. He lives in Nashville , Tennessee .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You can buy the book here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- &lt;a title="http://www.amazon.com/" href="http://www.amazon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a title="http://www.christianbook.com/" href="http://www.christianbook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.christianbook.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a title="http://www.familychristian.com/" href="http://www.familychristian.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.familychristian.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SacbsLQTWhI/AAAAAAAABAE/1uvc4F-IPfs/s1600-h/9781400074341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-7454956074328058479?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7454956074328058479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7454956074328058479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7454956074328058479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7454956074328058479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/echo-within-by-robert-benson.html' title='The Echo Within by Robert Benson'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SacbsLQTWhI/AAAAAAAABAE/1uvc4F-IPfs/s72-c/9781400074341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6807646245634688370</id><published>2009-02-26T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:51:27.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy Chain by Mary DeMuth</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0310278368"&gt;Daisy Chain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zondervan (March 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marydemuth.com/"&gt;Mary DeMuth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SaS5d4GXumI/AAAAAAAACqk/DJPPZ2yXoUE/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306570183875738210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SaS5d4GXumI/AAAAAAAACqk/DJPPZ2yXoUE/s320/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary E. DeMuth is an expert in Pioneer Parenting. She enables Christian parents to navigate our changing culture when their families left no good faith examples to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parenting books include Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture (Harvest House, 2007), Building the Christian Family You Never Had (WaterBrook, 2006), and Ordinary Mom, Extraordinary God (Harvest House, 2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary also inspires people to face their trials through her real-to-life novels, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1576839265"&gt;Watching The Tree Limbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nominated for a Christy Award) and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1576839532"&gt;Wishing On Dandelions&lt;/a&gt; (NavPress, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary has spoken at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference, the ACFW Conference, the Colorado Christian Writers Conference, and at various churches and church planting ministries. Mary and her husband, Patrick, reside in Texas with their three children. They recently returned from breaking new spiritual ground in Southern France, and planting a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SaS2_Zpd7YI/AAAAAAAACqU/SEsZy5QUH-c/s1600-h/daisychain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306567461282114946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SaS2_Zpd7YI/AAAAAAAACqU/SEsZy5QUH-c/s320/daisychain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The abrupt disappearance of young Daisy Chance from a small Texas town in 1973 spins three lives out of control—Jed, whose guilt over not protecting his friend Daisy strangles him; Emory Chance, who blames her own choices for her daughter’s demise; and Ouisie Pepper, who is plagued by headaches while pierced by the shattered pieces of a family in crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this first book in the Defiance, Texas Trilogy, fourteen-year-old Jed Pepper has a sickening secret: He’s convinced it’s his fault his best friend Daisy went missing. Jed’s pain sends him on a quest for answers to mysteries woven through the fabric of his own life and the lives of the families of Defiance, Texas. When he finally confronts the terrible truths he’s been denying all his life, Jed must choose between rebellion and love, anger and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy Chain is an achingly beautiful southern coming-of-age story crafted by a bright new literary talent. It offers a haunting yet hopeful backdrop for human depravity and beauty, for terrible secrets and God’s surprising redemption.&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/0310278368"&gt;Daisy Chain&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/daisy-chain-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310278368&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6807646245634688370?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/02/daisy-chain-by-mary-demuth.html' title='Daisy Chain by Mary DeMuth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6807646245634688370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6807646245634688370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6807646245634688370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6807646245634688370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/daisy-chain-by-mary-demuth.html' title='Daisy Chain by Mary DeMuth'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SaS5d4GXumI/AAAAAAAACqk/DJPPZ2yXoUE/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8597193176548061454</id><published>2009-02-20T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:15:07.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Grace by Jackina Stark</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0764205757"&gt;Tender Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House (February 1, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackinastark.com/"&gt;Jackina Stark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZuGGfAC9LI/AAAAAAAACqE/Tu3k1PAnJx8/s1600-h/profile_pic01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980432117920946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZuGGfAC9LI/AAAAAAAACqE/Tu3k1PAnJx8/s320/profile_pic01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have also spoken nationally and internationally at many retreats and seminars and enjoy running into many readers and former students. I have written frequently for both Christian Standard and Lookout, periodicals of Standard Publishing. Years ago I wrote two non-fiction books, published by College Press, but currently out of print. These days, I’m exploring fiction. My first novel, Tender Grace, will be released by Bethany House January 30, 2009, and a second, Things Worth Remembering, will be released in October, 2009. I’m working on new projects, including a third novel, as time permits. Whether speaking or writing, I love the opportunity to tell about Him whom Jesus called “Holy Father” and “the only true God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Joplin, Missouri with her husband, and she spends most of her free time doing is reading and writing. That is what she usually do when she's not teaching, enjoying the children and grandchildren, or sitting on the back porch drinking a Diet Coke and watching her husband till the garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZuEe9MzshI/AAAAAAAACp8/BFzKKHXkPxE/s1600-h/tendergrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303978653518115346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZuEe9MzshI/AAAAAAAACp8/BFzKKHXkPxE/s320/tendergrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey Eaton awakes at three in the morning and gets up to retrieve her husband, Tom, from the recliner where he has fallen asleep watching a ball game. But when she enters the living room and looks at his gentle face in the soft lamp light, she knows their time together is over. Grief attacks her until all she can think about is how much she wants her old life back. Determined to find healing, she embarks on a journey to the one place Tom and she always intended to visit but never did. Along the way, she discovers, through shared experiences with friends old and new, the meaning of the "tender graces" God provides each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've quit reading--even bestsellers, even the newspaper, even my Bible. I've also quit listening to music. This lack of appreciation for things I once loved is beginning to define me. More mornings than I can count, I say to myself before I open my eyes, "I don't want to do this." In the days shortly following Tom's death, that made sense, but what does it mean now? That I'm in trouble? One of the best qualities of the former me was thankfulness. As I was trying to sleep last night, needing Tom to be curled up behind me, his left arm slung across me, I realized to my horror that I couldn't remember the last time I was truly thankful. I think of a line from an old hymn: "Awake, my soul, and sing." I miss Tom. I also miss me. Determined to find healing, Audrey Eaton embarks on a trip to the one place she and her husband always intended to visit but never did. When things don't go as planned, will she embrace the unexpected graces that guide her journey? &lt;/em&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/0764205757"&gt;Tender Grace&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/tender-grace-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205757&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8597193176548061454?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/02/tender-grace-by-jackina-stark.html' title='Tender Grace by Jackina Stark'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8597193176548061454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8597193176548061454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8597193176548061454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8597193176548061454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tender-grace-by-jackina-stark.html' title='Tender Grace by Jackina Stark'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZuGGfAC9LI/AAAAAAAACqE/Tu3k1PAnJx8/s72-c/profile_pic01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6427681137201257172</id><published>2009-02-11T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:12:06.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry in the Night by Colleen Coble</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1595542485"&gt;A Cry In The Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (February 3, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colleencoble.com/"&gt;Colleen Coble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZJI00IHLfI/AAAAAAAACpM/_LieHVvCRlE/s1600-h/Colleenlookingupsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301379783551561202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZJI00IHLfI/AAAAAAAACpM/_LieHVvCRlE/s320/Colleenlookingupsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Author Colleen Coble's thirty novels and novellas have won or finaled in awards ranging from the Romance Writers of America prestigious RITA award, the Holt Medallion, the ACFW Book of the Year, the Daphne du Maurier, National Readers' Choice, and the Booksellers Best awards. She writes romantic mysteries because she loves to see justice prevail and love begin with a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWARDS:&lt;br /&gt;2004 More Than Magic winner for Best Inspirational Romance&lt;br /&gt;Without a Trace, Thomas Nelson&lt;br /&gt;2004 American Christian Fiction Writers Mentor of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZJGKAsE4II/AAAAAAAACpE/MvGKN-gM570/s1600-h/cryinthenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301376849166000258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZJGKAsE4II/AAAAAAAACpE/MvGKN-gM570/s320/cryinthenight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The highly anticipated novel that delivers what romantic suspense fans have long awaited-the return to Rock Harbor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bree Nichols gets the shock of her life when her husband-presumed dead-reappears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree Nichols and her search and rescue dog Samson discover a crying infant in the densely forested woods outside of Rock Harbor, Michigan. Against objections from her husband, Kade, who knows she'll become attached, Bree takes the baby in. Quickly she begins a search for the mother-presumably the woman reported missing just days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;While teams scour the forests, Bree ferrets out clues about the missing woman. But she soon discovers something more shocking: Bree's former husband-long presumed dead in a plane crash-resurfaces. Is he really who he says he is? And should she trust him again after all these years?&lt;br /&gt;An engaging, romantic suspense novel from critically-acclaimed author Colleen Coble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of Cry in the Night, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/cry-in-night-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542485&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6427681137201257172?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/02/cry-in-night-by-colleen-coble.html' title='Cry in the Night by Colleen Coble'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6427681137201257172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6427681137201257172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6427681137201257172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6427681137201257172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-week-christian-fiction-blog.html' title='Cry in the Night by Colleen Coble'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SZJI00IHLfI/AAAAAAAACpM/_LieHVvCRlE/s72-c/Colleenlookingupsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-3436241891935616556</id><published>2009-02-10T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:10:59.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Against All Odds by Irene Hannon</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/080073310X"&gt;Against All Odds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Revell (February 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://irenehannon.com/"&gt;Irene Hannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SY-Z19-FvSI/AAAAAAAACo8/bhY0Pm_oBmw/s1600-h/irene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300624438885465378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SY-Z19-FvSI/AAAAAAAACo8/bhY0Pm_oBmw/s320/irene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irene Hannon is an award-winning author who took the publishing world by storm at the tender age of 10 with a sparkling piece of fiction that received national attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay…maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But she was one of the honorees in a complete-the-story contest conducted by a national children’s magazine. And she likes to think of that as her “official” fiction-writing debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, she has written more than 25 romance and romantic suspense novels that have sold more than 1.5 million copies. Her books have been honored with the coveted RITA award from Romance Writers of America (the “Oscar” of romantic fiction), the HOLT Medallion and a Reviewer’s Choice award from Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, who holds a B.A. in psychology and an M.A. in journalism, juggled two careers for many years until she gave up her executive corporate communications position with a Fortune 500 company to write full. She is happy to say she has no regrets! As she points out, leaving behind the rush-hour commute, corporate politics and a relentless BlackBerry that never slept was no sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her spare time, Irene enjoys hamming it up in community musical theater productions. A trained vocalist, she has sung the leading role in numerous musicals, including “South Pacific,” “Brigadoon,” “Oklahoma” “The King and I” and “Anything Goes.” She also regularly performs with a six-person musical review troupe and is a cantor at her church (where she does NOT ham it up!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When not otherwise occupied, Irene loves to cook and garden. She and her husband also enjoy traveling, Saturday mornings at their favorite coffee shop and spending time with family. They make their home in Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SY-YhH3sP5I/AAAAAAAACo0/VPGYjDvaOgo/s1600-h/againstallodds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300622981254102930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SY-YhH3sP5I/AAAAAAAACo0/VPGYjDvaOgo/s320/againstallodds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For FBI Hostage Rescue Team member Evan Cooper and his partner, dignitary protection duty should have been a piece of cake. Unfortunately, Monica Callahan isn’t making it easy. Estranged from her diplomat father, who is involved in a sensitive hostage situation in the Middle East, she refuses to be intimidated by a related terrorist threat back in the States…until a chilling warning convinces her that the danger is very real—and escalating. As Coop and his partner do their best to keep her safe, David Callahan continues his work—triggering an abduction that puts his daughter’s life at risk. And with every second that ticks by, Coop knows that the odds of saving the only woman who has ever managed to breach the walls around his heart are dropping. Because terrorists aren’t known for their patience—or their mercy.&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/080073310X"&gt;Against All Odds&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/against-all-odds-prologue-and-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4 ½-star, “Top Pick” rating from &lt;strong&gt;Romantic Times BOOKreviews&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Brava! Award winner Hannon debuts the heroes of Quantico series with a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;array of believable characters, action and suspense that will keep readers glued to each page. Hannon’s extraordinary writing, vivid scenes and surprise ending come together for a not-to-be-missed reading experience.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Romantic Times BOOKreviews~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I found someone who writes romantic suspense better than I do. I highly recommend Against All Odds as one of the best books I've had the privilege of reading this year. This is a captivating, fast-paced, well written romantic suspense destined for my keeper shelf. I loved this book, and highly recommend this author."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Dee Henderson~&lt;/strong&gt; Author of the &lt;em&gt;O’Malley Family Series&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/080073310X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-3436241891935616556?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/02/against-all-odds-by-irenen-hannon.html' title='Against All Odds by Irene Hannon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3436241891935616556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=3436241891935616556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3436241891935616556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/3436241891935616556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/against-all-odds-by-irene-hannon.html' title='Against All Odds by Irene Hannon'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SY-Z19-FvSI/AAAAAAAACo8/bhY0Pm_oBmw/s72-c/irene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-2187218766778745889</id><published>2009-01-29T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:42:22.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatekeepers (Dreamhouse Kings #3) by Robert Liparulo</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1595544984"&gt;Gatekeepers&lt;br /&gt;(Dreamhouse Kings #3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (January 6, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertliparulo.com/"&gt;Robert Liparulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Ry__R3nw-kI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Pfqx43inUQg/s1600-h/Bobliparulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129599183051881026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Ry__R3nw-kI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Pfqx43inUQg/s320/Bobliparulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert is an award-winning author of over a thousand published articles and short stories. He is currently a contributing editor for New Man magazine. His work has appeared in Reader's Digest, Travel &amp;amp; Leisure, Modern Bride, Consumers Digest, Chief Executive, and The Arizona Daily Star, among other publications. In addition, he previously worked as a celebrity journalist, interviewing Stephen King, Tom Clancy, Charlton Heston, and others for magazines such as Rocky Road, Preview, and L.A. Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is an avid scuba diver, swimmer, reader, traveler, and a law enforcement and military enthusiast. He lives in Colorado with his wife and four children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's first novel painted a scenario so frighteningly real that six Hollywood producers were bidding on movie rights before the novel was completed. His acclaimed debut novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261761"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Comes A Horseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is being made into a major motion picture by producer Mace Neufeld and his short story &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kill Zone"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was featured in the anthology &lt;i&gt;Thriller&lt;/i&gt;, edited by James Patterson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob has sold the film rights to his second book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261788"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;GERM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And he is writing the screenplay for a yet-to-be-written political thriller, which sold to Phoenix Pictures, for Andrew Davis (The Fugitive, The Guardian) to direct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his third book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/159554481X"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deadfall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. debuted to rave reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Review: Robert Liparulo has written another amazing addition to the Dreamhouse Kings Series! Gatekeepers picks up where Watcher in the Woods left off, with them possibly finding their mom who was kidnapped into another world in book one. The action continues as they have to search for their mom and try to stop the people from taking their house. Dad goes to jail because they wouldn't get out of the house. Clayton, a boy in David's class at school finds out the secret of the locker and causes more problems for the King children. They finally meet their great uncle Jesse who left the nursing home with him nurse in a previous book. He knows about the house and is supposed to help them. This is an excellent book that goes between worlds and constantly is in a state of action. If they are not on another world, then someone from another world is chasing them in this one and they have to "fly" to get away. This and the other 2 books in this series are well worth reading, and stay tuned for book 4! There is a cliffhanger at the end of this book that leaves you begging for the next book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SX_LOftmjVI/AAAAAAAACoE/HrrhsxOdvi0/s1600-h/Gatekeepers(w_leaves).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296175136702369106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SX_LOftmjVI/AAAAAAAACoE/HrrhsxOdvi0/s320/Gatekeepers(w_leaves).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Liparulo wants to give away a signed 3 book set of the DreamHouse Kings books! Send an email to Bob [at] Liparulo [dot] com and put "CFBA" in the subject line. He will pick a winner next week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third novel of this young adult series, the mystery deepens in a house that is more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kings have been in the creepy old place, their new home, for only a few days, but they've experienced enough terror to last a lifetime. And the mystery is growing even more baffling. Shadowy and shifting, the big house conceals doors into other worlds that blur the line between memories and dreams-and the slightest misstep can change history forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's if they believe the trembling old man who shows up claiming to know them. "There's a reason you're in the house," he tells them. "As gatekeepers, we must make sure only those events that are supposed to happen get through to the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that horrors beyond description wait on the other side of those gates. As if that weren't enough, the Kings are also menaced by sinister forces on this side-like the dark, ancient stranger Taksidian, who wants them out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that things could have gotten worse for the King family-but they have. Dad's in handcuffs, the school bully has just found the secret portal that leads from the high school to the house, and Xander is sure he's found Mom, but they can't get back to her. Then Jesse arrives, and he seems to be a virtual Obi Wan of knowledge about the place. But is he the key they need to unlock the secrets, or just a crazy old man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangers are increasing from within and without when Xander makes a startling discovery that explains why they haven't found any rooms that lead to the future. Alongside the threats, though, they're also starting to find some surprising allies.&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is get organized, get psyched, and get Mom. But that isn't nearly as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander, David, and Toria must venture beyond the gates to save their missing mother-and discover how truly high the stakes have become.&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/1595544984"&gt;Gatekeepers&lt;br /&gt;(Dreamhouse Kings #3)&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/gatekeepers-dreamhouse-kings-3-thomas.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they're saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you like creepy and mysterious, this is the&lt;br /&gt;house for you! Every room opens a door to magic, true horror, and amazing&lt;br /&gt;surprises. I loved wandering around in these books. With a house of so many&lt;br /&gt;great, haunting stories, why would you ever want to go outside?" --&lt;strong&gt;R.L.&lt;br /&gt;Stine (&lt;em&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"A powerhouse storyteller delivers his most&lt;br /&gt;fantastic ride yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ted Dekker,&lt;/strong&gt; bestselling author of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Chosen&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Infidel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595544984&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-2187218766778745889?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/01/gatekeepers-dreamhouse-kings-3-by.html' title='Gatekeepers (Dreamhouse Kings #3) by Robert Liparulo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2187218766778745889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=2187218766778745889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2187218766778745889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2187218766778745889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/gatekeepers-dreamhouse-kings-3-by.html' title='Gatekeepers (Dreamhouse Kings #3) by Robert Liparulo'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Ry__R3nw-kI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Pfqx43inUQg/s72-c/Bobliparulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-452808192210169527</id><published>2009-01-28T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:35:52.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Siren by M. L. Tyndall</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1602601569"&gt;The Red Siren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Barbour Publishing, Inc (January 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mltyndall.com/"&gt;M.L. Tyndall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SI0RYZNZsYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GF6zZgWELe0/s1600-h/marylu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227853853228642690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SI0RYZNZsYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GF6zZgWELe0/s320/marylu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M. L. (MARYLU) TYNDALL grew up on the beaches of South Florida loving the sea and the warm tropics. But despite the beauty around her, she always felt an ache in her soul--a longing for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, she married and moved to California where she had two children and settled into a job at a local computer company. Although she had done everything the world expected, she was still miserable. She hated her job and her marriage was falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for purpose, adventure and true love, she spent her late twenties and early thirties doing all the things the world told her would make her happy, and after years, her children suffered, her second marriage suffered, and she was still miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she picked up her old Bible, dusted it off, and began to read. Somewhere in the middle, God opened her hardened heart to see that He was real, that He still loved her, and that He had a purpose for her life, if she'd only give her heart to Him completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her current releases in the Legacy of The Kings Pirates series include:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1597893617"&gt;The Restitution&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1597893609"&gt;The Reliance&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1597893595"&gt;The Redemption&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602600120"&gt;The Falcon And The Sparrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SX0leuNPy8I/AAAAAAAACn8/h8ach-NrLr4/s1600-h/redsiren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429946587466690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SX0leuNPy8I/AAAAAAAACn8/h8ach-NrLr4/s320/redsiren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Faith Westcott has turned her back on God and on man. Having witnessed the hypocrisy in the Church of England, her older sister's abuse at the hand of her husband, and her own mother's untimely&lt;br /&gt;death in childbirth, Faith has determined never to marry and to gain enough wealth so she and her two sisters will never have to depend on man or God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, though a lady by day, she becomes a pirate by night and begins her sordid career off Portsmouth when she attacks and plunders a merchant ship commanded by the young Dajon Waite. Humiliated at being defeated by a pirate and a woman no less, Dajon returns home without cargo and ship, and his father expels him from the family merchant business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief sojourn into debased society, Dajon rejoins the Royal Navy, where he finds comfort in the strict rules and redemption through his service to others. Three years later, he is sent to the frontier outpost of Charles Town, South Carolina to deal with the pirate problem. There, he connects with his mentor and old friend, Admiral Westcott, who has just arrived with his three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to Dajon's utter dismay, Admiral Westcott, who is being called away to Spain, asks Dajon to be temporary guardian of his three lovely daughters. One of the ladies seems familiar to him, a striking redhead who immediately sends his heart thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith recognizes Captain Waite as the buffoon whose ship she plundered off Portsmouth. Yet, he appears no longer the fool, but instead a tall, handsome and commanding naval officer. Despite her immediate attraction to him, she labels him the enemy, but sparks are guaranteed to fly during the next few months when independent, headstrong and rebellious Faith falls in love with God-fearing honorable, rule-following Dajon-especially when Faith continues her pirating off the Carolina coast while her father is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Dajon catch her? And what will this man of honor and duty do when he does?&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/1602601569"&gt;The Red Siren&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-siren-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1602601569&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-452808192210169527?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-siren-by-m-ltyndall.html' title='The Red Siren by M. L. Tyndall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/452808192210169527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=452808192210169527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/452808192210169527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/452808192210169527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-siren-by-m-l-tyndall.html' title='The Red Siren by M. L. Tyndall'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SI0RYZNZsYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GF6zZgWELe0/s72-c/marylu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1493059184163249824</id><published>2009-01-23T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:28:52.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Centurion's Wife by Davis Bunn and Janette Oke</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;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/0764205145"&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bethany House Publishers (January 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.davisbunn.com/home.html"&gt;Davis Bunn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.janetteoke.com/ME2/Sites/Default.asp"&gt;Janette Oke&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:130%;" &gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SJkP62P0YsI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Yh63oRv3O_4/s1600-h/davisbunn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SJkP62P0YsI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Yh63oRv3O_4/s320/davisbunn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231229945836233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davis Bunn is an internationally acclaimed author who has sold more than six million books in fifteen languages. His audiences span reading genres from high drama and action thrillers to heartwarming relationship stories, in both contemporary and historical settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honored with three Christy Awards for excellence in historical and suspense fiction, his bestsellers include My Soul To Keep, and Full Circle. A sought-after lecturer in the art of writing, Bunn was named Novelist in Residence at Regent's Park College, Oxford University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his wife, Isabella, make their home in Florida for some of each year, and spend the rest near Oxford, England, where they each teach and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SXaMqQ55GmI/AAAAAAAACk4/mabTNr2NStw/s1600-h/janetteoke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SXaMqQ55GmI/AAAAAAAACk4/mabTNr2NStw/s320/janetteoke.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293573069740776034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her first novel, a prairie love story titled Love Comes Softly, was published by Bethany House in 1979. This book was followed by more than 75 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Love Comes Softly was published, Oke found her readers asking for more. That book led to a series of eight others in her Love Comes Softly series. She has written multiple fiction series, including The Canadian West, Seasons of the Heart and Women of the West. Her most recent releases include a beautiful children's picture book, I Wonder...Did Jesus Have a Pet Lamb and The Song of Acadia series, co-written with T. Davis Bunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janette Oke's warm writing style has won the hearts of millions of readers. She has received numerous awards, including the Gold Medallion Award, The Christy Award of Excellence, the 1992 President's Award for her significant contribution to the category of Christian fiction from the Evangelical Christian Publishers Association, and in 1999 the Life Impact Award from the Christian Booksellers Association International. Beloved worldwide, her books have been translated into fourteen languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband live nearby in Alberta, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SXaIgO7aebI/AAAAAAAACkw/6b0whYw_ykg/s1600-h/centurionswife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SXaIgO7aebI/AAAAAAAACkw/6b0whYw_ykg/s320/centurionswife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293568499365083570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janette Oke has dreamed for years of retelling a story in a biblical time frame from a female protagonist's perspective, and Davis Bunn is elated to be working with her again on this sweeping saga of the dramatic events surrounding the birth of Christianity...and the very personal story of Leah, a young Jewess of mixed heritage trapped in a vortex of competing political agendas and private trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the maelstrom following the death of an obscure rabbi in the Roman backwater of first-century Palestine, Leah finds herself also engulfed in her own turmoil--facing the prospect of an arranged marriage to a Roman soldier, Alban, who seems to care for nothing but his own ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of the garrison near Galilee, he has been assigned by Palestine's governor to ferret out the truth behind rumors of a political execution gone awry. Leah's mistress, the governor's wife, secretly commissions Leah also to discover what really has become of this man whose death--and missing body--is causing such furor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This epic drama is threaded with the tale of an unlikely romance and framed with dangers and betrayals from unexpected sources. At its core, the story unfolds the testing of loyalties--between two young people whose inner searchings they cannot express, between their irreconcilable heritages, and ultimately between their humanity and the Divine they yearn to encounter.&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/0764205145"&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/centurions-wife-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0764205145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-1493059184163249824?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/01/centurions-wife-by-davis-bunn-and.html' title='The Centurion&apos;s Wife by Davis Bunn and Janette Oke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1493059184163249824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=1493059184163249824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1493059184163249824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/1493059184163249824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/centurions-wife-by-davis-bunn-and.html' title='The Centurion&apos;s Wife by Davis Bunn and Janette Oke'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SJkP62P0YsI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Yh63oRv3O_4/s72-c/davisbunn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8005040833030570743</id><published>2009-01-14T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:56:11.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss by Ted Dekker and Erin Healy</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/1595544704"&gt;KISS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thomas Nelson (January 6, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/"&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erinhealy.com/"&gt;Erin Healy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s1600-h/ted_dekker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290161788619072994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s200/ted_dekker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ted is the son of missionaries John and Helen Dekker, whose incredible story of life among headhunters in Indonesia has been told in several books. Surrounded by the vivid colors of the jungle and a myriad of cultures, each steeped in their own interpretation of life and faith, Dekker received a first-class education on human nature and behavior. This, he believes, is the foundation of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from a multi-cultural high school, he took up permanent residence in the United States to study Religion and Philosophy. After earning his Bachelor's Degree, Dekker entered the corporate world in management for a large healthcare company in California. Dekker was quickly recognized as a talent in the field of marketing and was soon promoted to Director of Marketing. This experience gave him a background which enabled him to eventually form his own company and steadily climb the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1997, Dekker has written full-time. He states that each time he writes, he finds his understanding of life and love just a little clearer and his expression of that understanding a little more vivid. Dekker's body of work encompassing seven mysteries, three thrillers and ten fantasies includes Heaven's Wager, When Heaven Weeps, Thunder of Heaven, Blessed Child, A Man Called Blessed, Blink, Thr3e, The Circle Trilogy (Black, Red, White), Obsessed, Renegade, and Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*******************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpujLZ6acI/AAAAAAAACfA/DLK9aOYBH3M/s1600-h/erinhealy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162262936021442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpujLZ6acI/AAAAAAAACfA/DLK9aOYBH3M/s200/erinhealy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erin Healy is an award-winning fiction editor who has worked with talented novelists such as James Scott Bell, Melody Carlson, Colleen Coble, Brandilyn Collins, L. B. Graham, Rene Gutteridge, Michelle McKinney Hammond, Robin Lee Hatcher, Denise Hildreth, Denise Hunter, Randy Ingermanson, Jane Kirkpatrick, Gilbert Morris, Frank Peretti, Lisa Samson, Randy Singer, Robert Whitlow, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began working with Ted Dekker in 2002 and edited twelve of his heart-pounding storiesbefore their collaboration on Kiss, the first novel to seat her on "the other side of the desk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin is the owner of WordWright Editorial Services, a Colorado-based consulting firm specializing in fiction book development. She and her husband, Tim, are the proud parents of two children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpmddOmpRI/AAAAAAAACew/_xwyym-nkrM/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290153368548189458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpmddOmpRI/AAAAAAAACew/_xwyym-nkrM/s200/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you all I know for sure. My name. Shauna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up in a hospital bed missing six months of my memory. In the room was my loving boyfriend-how could I have forgotten him?-my uncle and my abusive stepmother. Everyone blames me for the tragic car accident that left me near death and my dear brother brain damaged. But what they say can't be true-can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the medicine is doing strange things to my memory. I'm unsure who I can trust and who I should run from. And I'm starting to remember things I've never known. Things not about me. I think I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even worse, I think they want to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who? And for what? Is dying for the truth really better than living with a lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes dying with the truth is better than living with a lie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a car accident puts Shauna McAllister in a coma and wipes out six months of her memory, she returns to her childhood home to recover, but her arrival is fraught with confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her estranged father, a senator bidding on the White House, and her abusive stepmother blame Shauna for the tragedy, which has left her beloved brother severely brain damaged. Leaning on Wayne Spade, a forgotten but hopeful lover who stays by her side, Shauna tries to sort out what happened that night by jarring her memory to life. Instead, she acquires a mysterious mental ability that will either lead her to truth or get her killed by the people trying to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blind game of cat and mouse that stares even the darkest memories in the face, Shauna is sure of only one thing: if she remembers, she dies.&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/1595544704"&gt;KISS&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-prologue.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Watch the Video Trailer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxxcrqrW_HE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxxcrqrW_HE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What people are saying about KISS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The human brain could actually be the real final frontier—we know so little about it and yet it drives the world as we know it. So when authors like Erin and Ted bravely explore these mysterious regions, going into complex places like memory and soul and relationships, I become hooked. The creativity of this suspenseful story is sure to hook other readers as well. Very memorable!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Melody Carlson&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Finding Alice &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Other Side of Darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Dekker and Healy prove a winning team in this intriguing, imaginative thriller.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~James Scott Bell&lt;/strong&gt;, bestselling author of&lt;em&gt; Try Darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Kiss by Erin Healy and Ted Dekker is a superb thriller that hooked me from the first sentence. The original plot kept me guessing, and I may never look at a kiss the same way again. I’ll be watching for the next book!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Colleen Coble&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Cry in the Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“The writing team of Erin Healy and Ted Dekker has taken me through a page-turner with Kiss. It’s one of those books that you think about when you’re not reading it. I highly recommend it, especially if you don’t mind staying up late because you can’t put the book down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Rene Gutteridge&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Skid&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;My Life As a Doormat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595544704&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8005040833030570743?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-by-ted-dekker-and-erin-healy.html' title='Kiss by Ted Dekker and Erin Healy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8005040833030570743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8005040833030570743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8005040833030570743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8005040833030570743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-by-ted-dekker-and-erin-healy.html' title='Kiss by Ted Dekker and Erin Healy'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SWpuHkb8JeI/AAAAAAAACe4/AwwK9fzmBXA/s72-c/ted_dekker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6788180305954293445</id><published>2009-01-07T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:04:55.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies in December by Jennifer Erin Valent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s1600-h/wild+card.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009307003588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s200/wild+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to play a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wild Card&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennifervalent.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jennifer Erin Valent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1414324324" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fireflies in December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tyndale House Publishers (December 8, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SWGPf4JjMgI/AAAAAAAACPU/mzXpftPt848/s1600-h/Valent_Jennifer_resized.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665215320830466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SWGPf4JjMgI/AAAAAAAACPU/mzXpftPt848/s200/Valent_Jennifer_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennifer Erin Valent is the winner of the Christian Writers Guild’s 2007 Operation First Novel contest for Fireflies in December, her first published novel. When she’s not penning novels, Jennifer works as a nanny and freelance writer in Richmond, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.jennifervalent.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $12.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 352 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers (December 8, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1414324324&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1414324326&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SWGQrlL9VzI/AAAAAAAACPc/5ZWEcGrzF4k/s1600-h/fireflies.gif" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666515900716850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SWGQrlL9VzI/AAAAAAAACPc/5ZWEcGrzF4k/s200/fireflies.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The summer I turned thirteen, I thought I’d killed a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a heavy burden for a girl to hang on to, but it didn’t surprise me so much to have that trouble come in the summertime. Every bad thing that ever happened to me seemed to happen in those long months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer I turned five, Granny Rose died of a heart attack during the Independence Day fireworks. The summer I turned seven, my dog Skippy ran away with a tramp who jumped the train to Baltimore. And the summer I turned eleven, a drought took the corn crop and we couldn’t have any corn for my birthday, which is what I’d always done because my favorite food was corn from Daddy’s field, boiled in a big pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, here in the South, summers are long and hot and sticky. They drag on and on, making slow things seem slower and bad things seem worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear and guilt of the summer of 1932 still clings to my memory like the wet heat of southern Virginia. That year we had unbearable temperatures, and we had trouble, just that it was trouble of a different kind. It was the beginning of a time that taught me bad things can turn into good things, even though sometimes it takes a while for the good to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I turned thirteen was one of those summer days when the air is so thick, you can see wavy lines above the tar on the rooftops. The kind of day when the sound of cicadas vibrates in your ears and everything smells like grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, as Momma got ready for my birthday party, I told her that I wanted nothing to do with watermelon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have some fine ones,” she told me. “Just don’t eat any.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the boys will spit the seeds at us like they do all the time,” I said. “And they’ll hit me extra hard today since it’s my birthday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll tell them not to,” she said absentmindedly as she checked her recipe again with that squinched-up look she always got when trying to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was only another argument or two from being scolded, but I tried again. “Those boys won’t listen to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those boys will listen to me if they want to eat,” she replied before muttering something about needing a cup of oleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They don’t even listen to Teacher at school, Momma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last reply had done it, and I stepped back a ways as Momma picked up her wooden spoon and peered at me angrily, her free hand on her apron-covered hip. “Jessilyn Lassiter, I won’t have you arguin’ with me. Now get on out of this house before your jabberin’ makes me mess up my biscuits.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew better than to take another chance with her, and I went outside to sit on my tree swing. If God wasn’t going to send us any breeze for my birthday, I was bound and determined to make my own, so I started pumping my legs to work up some speed. The breeze was slight but enough to give me a little relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Gemma come out of the house carrying a big watermelon and a long knife, and I knew she had been sent out by her momma to cut it up. Gemma’s momma helped mine with chores, and her daddy worked in the fields. Sometimes Gemma would help her momma with things, and it always made me feel guilty to see her doing chores that I should have been doing. So I dug my feet into the dry dirt below me to slow down and hopped off the swing with a long leap, puffing dust up all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered to the picnic table where Gemma was rolling the green melon around to find just the right spot to cut into. “I guess this is for my party.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what your momma says.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you comin’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My momma never lets me come to your parties.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So? Ain’t never a time you can’t start somethin’ new. It’s my party, anyways.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It ain’t proper for the help to socialize with the family’s friends, Momma says.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your momma and daddy have been workin’ here for as long as I can remember. You’re as close to family as we got around here, as I see it. I ain’t got no grandparents or nothin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma scoffed at me with a sarcastic laugh. “When was the last time you saw one brown girl and one white girl in the same family?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged and watched her slice through the watermelon, both of us backing away to avoid the squirting juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like a good one,” Gemma said as the fragrant smell floated by on the first bit of a breeze we’d seen all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I see are seeds for the boys to hit me with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you let them boys pick on you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t let ’em. I always push ’em or somethin’. But they’re all bigger than me. What do you want me to do? Pick a fight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guess not.” A piece of the melon’s flesh flopped onto the table as Gemma cut it, and she popped it into her mouth thoughtfully. “I’ll never know why boys got to be so mean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s part of their recipe, I guess.” I helped by piling the slices on a big platter, and I strategically picked as many seeds as I could find off the pieces before I stacked them. Never mind my dirty hands. “You come by around two o’clock,” I told her adamantly. “I’ll get you some cake and lemonade. You’re my best friend. You should be at my party.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma shushed me and shoved an elbow into my ribs as her momma went walking by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gemma Teague,” her momma said, “you girls gettin’ your chores done?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ain’t got no chores of my own, Miss Opal,” I told her. “I figured on helpin’ Gemma instead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then you two make certain you keep your minds on your work, ya hear?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes’m,” we both mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma’s momma walked past, but she looked back at us a couple times with a funny look on her face like she figured we were planning something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way we were, but I didn’t see it as being a big caper or anything, so I continued by saying, “You know, I ain’t seein’ any sense in you not at least askin’ your momma if you can come by for cake. She’s usually understandin’ about things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every year it’s the same thing from you, Jessie. She won’t let me come, and besides, I’ll bet your momma don’t want me here no more than my momma does. It just ain’t done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘It just ain’t done’!” I huffed. “Who makes up these rules, anyhow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma kept her eyes on her work and said nothing, but I knew her well enough to see that she didn’t understand her words anymore than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma called me from the open kitchen window, but I ignored it and kept after Gemma. “Now listen. You just come on by after we’ve cut the cake and pretend to clean up somethin’, and I’ll be sure you get some.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ain’t no way I’m gettin’ in trouble for some cake and lemonade that I’ll get after the party anyhow,” she argued. “You’re just bein’ stubborn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed when Momma called me again. “She’s gonna tell me to take a bath, I bet. You’d think at thirteen I’d be old enough to stop havin’ my momma order me to take baths.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’d never take one otherwise,” Gemma said. “Ain’t nobody wants to smell you then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate takin’ baths on days this sticky. My hair never dries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Takin’ a bath on a hot day ain’t never bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is when the water’s hot as the air is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma shook her head at me like she always did when I was being hardheaded. “Water’s water. Cools you off any which way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t believe her, but I headed off to the kitchen, where Momma had filled the big metal tub we’d had to take baths in ever since the bathroom faucets broke. The sheet she’d hung across the doorway into the next room flapped as the breeze I’d prayed for began to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped out of my dungarees in one quick leap and crawled into the tub. “It’s hot as boiled water,” I complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well then, we’ll have you for supper,” Momma replied as she measured out flour, obviously undisturbed by my discomfort. “Your guests will start gettin’ here in a half hour, so don’t dawdle unless you want everyone findin’ you in the tub.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes’m.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And don’t forget to clean behind your ears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes’m.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water splashed as I washed with my usual lack of grace, landing droplets about the kitchen floor. It didn’t really matter since Momma always made a mess when she cooked and the floor would need cleaning after she was done. No doubt the flour and water would mix into a fine paste, though, and she’d have a few words to mutter as she tried to scrub it up. As she measured sugar, I could hear her praying, “Oh, dear Jesus, let me have enough.” Momma prayed about anything anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I’d scrubbed and dried, the smell of biscuits was drifting through the house and Momma was putting the oil on for the chicken. She was a good cook, no matter the mess, and she always put on quite a show for these birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked up to my room, wrapped in a ragged blue towel, I heard Momma call after me not to forget to put on my dress. Then she added, “Please, Lord, let the girl look presentable.” I think Momma often wondered why, if she was to be blessed with a girl, she had to get one that mostly acted like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No dungarees!” she added. “And put on your church shoes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, knowing she was nowhere near me. I would never have dared to do it in front of her. I hated dressing up, but for every birthday, holiday, church day, and trip into town, I had to wear one of the three dresses that Momma had made me. She was as fine with a needle as she was with a frying pan, but I hated dresses nonetheless. Mostly because when I wore them, I had to sit all proper in my chair, and I couldn’t do cartwheels, at least not without getting yelled at. But I put on the dress because I had to and buckled up my church shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Daddy’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I turned to smile at him as he stopped at my doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lookin’ pretty, dumplin’,” Daddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s too bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, now. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a girl lookin’ like a girl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who says wearin’ dresses is the only way to look like a girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into the room, his dirty boots leaving marks that Momma would complain about later, Daddy tossed his hat onto a chair and helped me finish tying the bow on the back of the dress. “We don’t make the rules; we just follow ’em.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, someone had to make the rules in the first place. We should just make new ones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No doubt you will one day, Jessilyn,” he said with a sigh. “But for now, you’d best follow your momma’s instructions. She ain’t one to be disobeyed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you gonna be at the party?” I asked hopefully, knowing full well that he’d been in the fields all morning and looked in need of a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wouldn’t miss it, you know that. I got the corn on already.” Daddy rubbed his tired eyes, picked up his hat, and walked out, whacking the hat against his leg to loosen the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked hard, especially this time of year, and no matter how many men were willing to work the fields, he would always put in his fair share alongside them. I had suspected of late, however, that he was working harder more out of necessity than a sense of duty. We’d had fewer men to help than in years past, and it wasn’t due to lack of interest, I was sure. I’d seen my daddy turn three men away just the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were poor, especially in our parts, and for having a working farm and a good truck, we were fortunate. We even had some conveniences that other people envied, like a fancy icebox and a telephone, and Momma was pretty proud of that. We weren’t rich like Mayor Tuttle and his wife, with their big columned house and fancy motor car, but we were thought to be well-off just the same. Momma and Daddy never talked money in front of me, and I decided not to fuss with it. It caused too many problems for adults from what I could see. What did I want to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way downstairs and stepped out onto the porch, disappointed to see Buddy Pernell was the first to arrive. I didn’t like Buddy very much. But then, I didn’t like many kids very much. I thanked him for coming—mainly because Momma’s glare told me to—and received the plate of cookies his momma handed me. In those days, we didn’t give gifts at parties; it was too extravagant. But every momma felt it only proper to bring some sort of favor along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we had a full crowd, one side of the food table was filled with jars of jelly, bowls of sugared strawberries, a couple pies, and even one tub of pickled pigs’ feet. I promptly removed those, but Momma stopped me cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We accept all gifts with thanks, Jessilyn,” she hissed in my ear as she replaced the tub on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even pigs’ feet?” I argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes ma’am! Even pigs’ feet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took only ten minutes before the first watermelon seed landed in my hair. All the other girls started screaming and ran for cover, but I fought back at the boys out of sheer pride. I did a little shoving, Momma did some yelling, but I got pummeled anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating lunch, I spotted Gemma hanging laundry on the line and ran over to get her help brushing all those sticky seeds out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ought to not let ’em do this to you,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told you before,” I said with my eyes shut tight to stand the pain of Gemma’s brushing, “they’re all bigger than me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think they’re too big for their britches. That’s the problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe so, but that don’t change nothin’. I still can’t whip ’em.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I did the best I could.” Gemma peered closely at my sun-streaked hair. “I can’t see no more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just wait till we go swimmin’,” I told her. “I’ll find some critter to stick down Buddy Pernell’s knickers. He’s the one leadin’ the boys in the spittin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You best be careful. Them boys might do somethin’ to hurt you back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t scared of them,” I lied. “Besides, they got it comin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma shook her head and grabbed a pair of Daddy’s socks to hang on the line. “You’re stubborn as a mule, Jessie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured she was right, but I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of hearing me say it. Instead, I rejoined the party, grabbed a piece of cake, and stood by watching the boys scuff about with each other, playing some kind of roughhouse tag. The other girls stood around watching the boys, giggling over how cute this one was and how strong that one was. I couldn’t figure them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All that fussin’ over boys,” I said through a mouthful of frosting. “If you girls had any smarts, you’d be playin’ tag right along with ’em.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you?” Ginny Lee Kidrey asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m eatin’. Ain’t no reason to stuff down cake when I can play tag anytime I want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just a tomboy, Jessie Lassiter,” said Dolly Watson, who always wore dresses and perfume that smelled like dead roses. “What do you know about boys?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Enough to know that they ain’t worth wastin’ time on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls turned their noses up at me—all but Ginny Lee, who was the only real friend I had outside of Gemma, and even she had started to become more like the other girls of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I even had those other children at the party was because Momma insisted on it. She liked entertaining guests, but in our parts we didn’t have much chance to entertain, and she took every chance she got. So every year I had to invite the kids from school to interrupt my summer vacation and celebrate my June birthday with a party. The only thing I ever liked about those parties was the food. I would have been satisfied to spend my birthday having boiled corn with Gemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Pernell stopped in front of me and tugged at my braid. “Still stuffin’ your face?” he asked with a smirk. “Don’t you like to do nothin’ but eat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my short temper, all the boys loved to tease me just to see how much they could rile me. I responded to Buddy in my usual way. “I just like standin’ here watchin’ you boys beat each other up. And besides, ain’t nothin’ wrong with eatin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is if it makes you fat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t fat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You keep eatin’ like that and you’ll be fat as your momma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my momma wasn’t fat. I knew that as well as I knew that Buddy Pernell’s momma was. But it didn’t matter. True or not, he’d insulted my momma, and it took me no time at all to react by shoving what was left of my cake right into Buddy’s face, making extra sure to push upward so the frosting would fill his freckled nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy wasn’t so brave then. He began clawing at his face like I’d thrown acid on it, crying something fierce about not being able to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma ran over, hysterical, simultaneously scolding me and coddling Buddy. I responded to her by saying I’d never heard of anyone suffocating on cake before, but she didn’t appreciate my rationalizing. I got a whack from her left hand and Buddy got a wipe across his face from her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other boys were laughing, throwing insults at Buddy about how he’d gotten shown up by a girl, but he was too worried about not being able to breathe through his nose to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched with a smile as Buddy’s momma grabbed a cloth and ordered him to blow his nose into it. Buddy blew like his brains needed to come out, and eventually he found that he was able to breathe right again, although his momma insisted on getting a good look up his nose to be certain that it was clear of frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys loved the picture of Buddy having his nose inspected by his momma, and they couldn’t get enough of the jokes about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hauled into the house for a scolding and a whipping. I tried telling Momma that thirteen was too old for whippings, but she said if I was acting like a child, I should be punished like one. Every time I got another whack with that wooden spoon, I thought of a new way to make Buddy pay for the walloping. After all, if he hadn’t made fun of my momma, I wouldn’t have made him snort up that cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my punishment without explaining because I didn’t want to hurt Momma’s feelings by telling her what Buddy had said, and I made my way slowly and sorely back out to the party with revenge in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma saw the silent tears that I’d been biting my lip to keep from letting out, and she came over to wipe them with her apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her halfway. “I’m okay. At least I will be once I get back at Buddy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get back at him? He’s the one who’ll be wantin’ to get back at you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just let him try. I wouldn’t have gotten that whippin’ if he hadn’t made fun of my momma in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you go talkin’ like that. He’s already got it in for you, and if you do anythin’ else, he’ll go and do somethin’ awful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t afraid of him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma shook her braided head at me. “You talk tough, but you won’t be so tough if Buddy Pernell hurts you bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sniffed at her like she was worrying over nothing, but I knew deep down that I could have been asking for trouble by playing with Buddy. Boys with no sense can be dangerous, my momma had told me a few times, but my stubbornness didn’t leave any room for being cautious. I was determined to hold a grudge against Buddy, and that was that. But I could see that Buddy was keeping his eye out for his first chance to get back at me, and I watched him with a little worry in my heart as he and the other boys stood together in whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pretend I wasn’t nervous, and when Gemma got called into the house, I joined the other girls, who’d gone back to twirling their hair and talking about the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the boys standing around making plans and the girls standing around watching them, my mother got irritated and told us to find something active to do. “Go on down to the swimmin’ hole. Get some exercise, for land’s sake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us girls went to my bedroom to put on our swimming suits, but with a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat, I changed slower than them all. Gemma had been right, I figured. I’d be paying, and good, and the perfect place for Buddy to get me would be at the secluded swimming hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I’d changed, I went downstairs to find my momma. “Maybe we shouldn’t go to the swimmin’ hole,” I told her while she was making up another batch of sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s hot as hades out there. It’ll do you all good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not that hot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma stopped scrubbing and looked at me strangely. “Were you in the same air I’ve been in today? It’s thick as molasses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But swimmin’ ain’t no fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You love swimmin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not today, I don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Momma was curious, and she wiped her hands on her apron before placing them on her hips. “Why don’t you just up and tell me what’s got you so ornery?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain’t ornery!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t argue with me, girl. If I say you’re ornery, then you’re ornery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at my toes and sighed. I couldn’t tell Momma that Buddy had called her fat, and I didn’t want to show her I was afraid, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me one reason why you shouldn’t go to the swimmin’ hole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued staring at my dusty feet and shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t know, I guess you’re sayin’. Well, if you ain’t got a reason, you best be headin’ out to that swimmin’ hole. I’m too busy to wonder what’s goin’ on in that silly head of yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel Momma watching me as I scuffed out of the kitchen without another word, letting the screen door slam behind me. I took several steps before glancing back at Momma through the window, where she stood humming some hymn I remembered hearing in church. I took a deep breath. In my dramatic mind, it was as if I were saying a final good-bye. Who knew if I’d come back from that swimming hole alive? Momma would feel pretty bad if I ended up dying, and she’d have to live the rest of her life knowing she’d sent me to my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6788180305954293445?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireflies-in-december-by-jennifer-erin.html' title='Fireflies in December by Jennifer Erin Valent'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6788180305954293445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6788180305954293445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6788180305954293445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6788180305954293445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireflies-in-december-by-jennifer-erin.html' title='Fireflies in December by Jennifer Erin Valent'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s72-c/wild+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-6154595716993573281</id><published>2009-01-07T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:48:33.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted by Shelley Shepard Gray</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0061474460"&gt;Wanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Avon Inspire (January 6, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelleyshepardgray.com/"&gt;Shelley Shepard Gray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SGhSrCpsKQI/AAAAAAAABmo/7uKpibKJrUk/s1600-h/shelley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217511067708303618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SGhSrCpsKQI/AAAAAAAABmo/7uKpibKJrUk/s320/shelley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hidden is Shelley’s first foray into inspirational fiction. Previously, Shelley lived in Texas and Colorado, where she taught school and earned both her bachelors and masters degrees in education. She now lives in southern Ohio where she writes full time. Shelley is an active member of her church. She serves on committees, volunteers in the church office, and is part of the Telecare ministry, which calls homebound members on a regular basis. Shelley looks forward to the opportunity to write novels that showcase her Christian ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second book in the &lt;i&gt;Sisters Of Heart&lt;/i&gt; series. The first was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0061474452"&gt;Hidden&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SV_QDegOFDI/AAAAAAAACeA/gJfC-CRj1WA/s1600-h/wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287173245702640690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SV_QDegOFDI/AAAAAAAACeA/gJfC-CRj1WA/s200/wanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty-year-old Katie Brenneman has always quietly fancied Jonathan Lundy. So when the brokenhearted widower asks her to help him take care of his two young girls, Katie knows it will be a trying time-yet she cannot pass up a golden opportunity to get to know this man better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she's settling into her new life, a message arrives from Katie's past, threatening to expose her darkest secrets. During her Rumspringa, her running-around years, she experimented with activities forbidden in the Amish way of life. Frightened by how far she'd strayed from her values, Katie ran back home, vowing to cut all ties with the outside world. Now her transgressions are coming back to haunt her, just as Jonathan seems willing to welcome her into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the past destroy Katie's chances for love? Or will Katie finally allow herself to accept God's love, forgive her past...and receive everything she's ever wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt of Chapter 1 of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0061474460"&gt;Wanted&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted-chapter-1-excerpt.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0061474460&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-6154595716993573281?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted-by-shelley-shepard-gray.html' title='Wanted by Shelley Shepard Gray'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6154595716993573281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=6154595716993573281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6154595716993573281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/6154595716993573281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted-by-shelley-shepard-gray.html' title='Wanted by Shelley Shepard Gray'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SGhSrCpsKQI/AAAAAAAABmo/7uKpibKJrUk/s72-c/shelley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8005510653037573244</id><published>2009-01-02T21:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:28:17.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatekeepers by Robert Liparulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s1600-h/wild+card.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009307003588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s200/wild+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to play a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wild Card&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_5"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Review:&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Liparulo has written another amazing addition to the &lt;em&gt;Dreamhouse Kings Series&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Gatekeepers &lt;/em&gt;picks up where &lt;em&gt;Watcher in the Woods&lt;/em&gt; left off,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with them possibly finding their mom who was kidnapped into another world in book one. The action continues as they have to search for their mom and try to stop the people from taking their house. Dad goes to jail because they wouldn't get out of the house. Clayton, a boy in David's class at school finds out the secret of the locker and causes more problems for the King children. They finally meet their great uncle Jesse who left the nursing home with him nurse in a previous book. He knows about the house and is supposed to help them. This is an excellent book that goes between worlds and constantly is in a state of action. If they are not on another world, then someone from another world is chasing them in this one and they have to "fly" to get away. This and the other 2 books in this series are well worth reading, and stay tuned for book 4! There is a cliffhanger at the end of this book that leaves you begging for the next book!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertliparulo.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_6"&gt;Robert Liparulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&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/1595544984" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_7"&gt;Gatekeepers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thomas Nelson (January 6, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVrpTINk86I/AAAAAAAACOs/y0owIndYdZE/s1600-h/robert+liparulo.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793627503915938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVrpTINk86I/AAAAAAAACOs/y0owIndYdZE/s200/robert+liparulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robert Liparulo has received rave reviews for both his adult novels (Comes a Horseman, Germ, and Deadfall) and the first two novels in his Dreamhouse Kings series for young adults (House of Dark Shadows, Watcher in the Woods). He is an avid scuba diver, swimmer, reader, traveler, and a law enforcement and military enthusiast. He lives in Colorado with his wife and four children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.robertliparulo.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_8"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of his titles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595544941/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_9"&gt;House of Dark Shadows (Dreamhouse Kings Book #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595544968/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_10"&gt;Watcher in the Woods: (Dreamhouse Kings Book #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261761/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_11"&gt;Comes a Horseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595543651/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_12"&gt;Germ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261796" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231386659_13"&gt;Deadfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $ 14.99&lt;br /&gt;Reading level: Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;Hardcover: 304 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Thomas Nelson (January 6, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1595544984&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1595544988&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVrpYnunYQI/AAAAAAAACO0/Yk7bwg8wKA8/s1600-h/gatekeepers.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793721863332098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVrpYnunYQI/AAAAAAAACO0/Yk7bwg8wKA8/s200/gatekeepers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Tuesday, 6:58 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinedale, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander’s words struck David’s heart like a musket ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reeled back, then grabbed the collar of his brother’s grimy Confederate coat. His eyes stung, whether from the tears squeezing around them or the sand whipping through the room, he didn’t know. He pulled his face to within inches of Xander’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You . . . you found her?” he said. “Xander, you found Mom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked over Xander’s shoulder to the portal door, which had slammed shut as soon as Xander stumbled through. The two boys knelt in the center of the antechamber. Wind billowed their hair. It whooshed in under the door, pulling back what belonged to the Civil War world from which Xander had just stepped. The smell of smoke and gunpowder was so strong, David could taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook Xander. “Where is she? Why didn’t you bring her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was going crazy, like a ferret racing around inside his chest, more frantic than ever. Twelve-year-olds didn’t have heart attacks, did they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander leaned back and sat on his heels. His bottom lip trembled, and his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. The wind plucked a leaf from his hair, whirled it through the air, then sucked it under the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xander!” David said. “Where’s Mom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander lowered his head. “I couldn’t . . .” he said. “I couldn’t get her. You gotta go over, Dae. You gotta bring her back!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me?” A heavy weight pushed on David’s chest, smashing the ferret between sternum and spine. He rose, leaped for the door, and tugged on the locked handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore a gray hat (“It’s a kepi,” Dad would tell him) and jacket, like Xander’s blue ones. They had discovered that it took wearing or holding three items from the antechamber to unlock the portal door. He needed one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xander, you said found her! ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander shook his head. “I think I saw her going into a tent, but it was at the other end of the camp. I couldn’t get to her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s mouth dropped open. “That’s not finding her! I thought I saw her, too, the other day in the World War II world. . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dae, listen.” Xander pushed himself up and gripped David’s shoulders. “She saw the message we left. She saw Bob.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was the cartoon face and family mascot since Dad was a kid, drawn on notes and birthday cards. When David and Xander had been in Ulysses S. Grant’s Union camp the night before, Xander had drawn it on a tent. It was their way of letting Mom know they were looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She wrote back!” Xander said. “David, she’s there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But . . .” David didn’t know if he wanted to scream or cry or punch his brother. “Why didn’t you go get her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Something was happening on the battlefield. They were rounding up all the soldiers and herding us toward the front line. I tried to get to her, but they kept grabbing me, pushing me out of camp. When I broke away—“ Xander’s face became hard. “They called me a deserter. That quick, I was a deserter. One of them shot at me! I barely got back to the portal.” He shook his head. “You gotta go! Now! Before she’s gone, or the portal changes, or . . . I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes . . . no! David’s stomach hurt. His brain was throbbing against his skull. His broken arm started to ache again, and he rubbed the cast. “Xander, I can’t. They almost killed me yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s because you were a gray-coat.” Xander began taking off his blue jacket. “Wear this one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t you? Just tell them—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never make it,” Xander said. “They’ll throw me in the stockade for deserting—if they don’t shoot me first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’ll do the same to me.” David hated how whiney it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just a kid. They’ll see that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m twelve, Xander. Only three years younger than you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s the difference between fighting and not, Dae.” He held the jacket open. “I know it was really scary before, but this time you’ll be on the right side.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David looked around the small room. He said, “Where’s the rifle you took when you went over? The Harper’s Ferry musket?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother gazed at his empty hand. He scanned the floor. “I must have dropped it one of the times I fell. I was just trying to stay alive. I didn’t notice.” He shook the jacket. “Come on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David shrugged out of the gray jacket he was wearing. He tossed it onto the bench and reluctantly slipped into the one Xander held. He pulled the left side over his cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander buttoned it for him. He said, “The tent I saw her go into was near the back of the camp, on the other side from where I drew Bob.” He lifted the empty sleeve and let it flop down. He smiled. “Looks like you lost your arm in battle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See? They’ll think I can fight, that I have fought.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was just kidding.” He took the gray kepi off David’s head and replaced it with the blue one. Then he turned to the bench and hooks, looking for another item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xander, listen,” David said. “You don’t know what’s been happening here. There are two cops downstairs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander froze in his reach for a canteen. “What?” His head pivoted toward the door opposite the portal, as though he could see through it into the hallway beyond, down the stairs, around the corner, and into the foyer. Or like he expected the cops to burst through. “What are they doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re trying to get us out of the house. Taksidian’s with them.” Just thinking of the creepy guy who was responsible for his broken arm frightened David—but not as much as the thought of getting hauled away when they were so close to rescuing Mom. “Gimme that,” he said, waggling his fingers at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander snatched it off the hook and looped the strap over David’s head. “Where’s Dad?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They put him in handcuffs. He told me to come get you. That’s why I was here when you came through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Handcuffs!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And one more thing,” David said. He closed his eyes, feeling like the jacket had just gained twenty pounds. “Clayton, that kid who wanted to pound me at school? He came through the portal in the linen closet.” He opened one eye to see his brother’s shocked expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long was I gone?” Xander said. “Where is he now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I pushed him back in. He returned to the school, but he might . . . come back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great.” Xander glanced over his shoulder at the hallway door again, then back at David. “Anything else I should know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David shook his head. “I guess if I die, I won’t have to go to school tomorrow.” He smiled weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school year—seventh grade for David, tenth for Xander—had started just yesterday: two days of classes. Mom had been kidnapped the day before that. David couldn’t believe they’d even gone to school under the circumstances, but Dad, who was the new principal, had insisted they keep up normal appearances so they wouldn’t attract suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of good it did, David thought, thinking of the cops downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know,” Xander said. “Dad would probably figure out a way to get your body there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s expression remained grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll be fine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t get taken away,” David told his brother. “Don’t leave with me over there. Don’t leave me alone in this house when I come back. Don’t—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander touched his fingers to David’s lips. “I won’t leave,” he said. “I’ll go see what’s happening downstairs, but I won’t leave. No way, no how. Okay? Besides—“ He smiled, but David saw how hard it was for him to do it. “You’ll have Mom with you when you come back. Right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was David’s turn to smile, and he found it wasn’t so hard to do. “Yeah.” He turned, took a deep breath, and opened the portal door.&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/35830236-8005510653037573244?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/2008/12/gatekeepers-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Gatekeepers by Robert Liparulo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8005510653037573244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8005510653037573244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8005510653037573244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8005510653037573244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/gatekeepers-by-robert-liparulo.html' title='Gatekeepers by Robert Liparulo'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s72-c/wild+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-7423894019733483103</id><published>2009-01-01T22:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:39:38.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Havah: the Story of Eve by Tosca Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s1600-h/wild+card.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009307003588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s200/wild+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to play a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wild Card&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://havahstoryofeve.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Tosca Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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/1600061249" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Havah: The Story of Eve &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NavPress Publishing Group (October 10, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVmQO-7YzmI/AAAAAAAACOk/wPevyYNc6-g/s1600-h/toscalee.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285414224780643938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVmQO-7YzmI/AAAAAAAACOk/wPevyYNc6-g/s200/toscalee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tosca Lee is the author of the critically acclaimed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1600061230" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Demon: A Memoir &lt;/a&gt;(2007), a ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Silver Award winner, American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year nominee, and Christy award finalist. Her eagerly-awaited second novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1600061249" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Havah: The Story of Eve&lt;/a&gt;, released October 2008 to high praise, including a starred review from Publishers Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sought-after speaker and first runner-up to Mrs. United States 1998, Tosca works as a Senior Consultant for the Gallup Organization. She received her B.A. in English and International Relations from Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts. She also studied at Oxford University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her spare time, Tosca enjoys travel, cooking, history and theology. She currently resides in Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.toscalee.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://toscamoon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;blog&lt;/a&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: NavPress Publishing Group (October 10, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1600061249&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1600061240&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVmNkw_6QlI/AAAAAAAACOc/XrP1mxqIQHw/s1600-h/havah.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285411300463755858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SVmNkw_6QlI/AAAAAAAACOc/XrP1mxqIQHw/s200/havah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen paradise and ruin. I have known bliss and terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might be encased in one mortal chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still recall my first moment of consciousness—an awareness I’ve never seen in the eyes of any of my own children at birth: the sheer ignorance and genius of consciousness, when we know nothing and accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the memory of that waking moment is fainter now, like the smell of the soil of that garden, like the leaves of the fig tree in Eden after dawn—dew and leaf green. It fades with that sense of something once tasted on the tip of the tongue, savored now in memory, replaced by the taste of something similar but never quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His breath a lost sough, the scent of earth and leaf mold that was his sweaty skin has faded too quickly. So like an Eden dawn—dew on fig leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were blue, my Adam’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I celebrated that color, shrouded now in shriveled eyelids—he who was never intended to have even a wrinkle! But even as I bend to smooth his cheek, my hair has become a white waterfall upon his Eden—flesh and loins that gave life to so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a moment that I hear the One and that he is weeping. It is the first time I have heard him in so long, and my heart cries out: He is dead! My father, my brother, my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the earth that envelopes him. I envy the dust that comes of him and my children who sow and eat of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This language of Adam’s—the word that meant merely “man” before it was his name—given him by God himself, is now mine. And this is my love song. I will craft these words into the likeness of the man before I, too, return to the earth of Adam’s bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story has been told in only the barest of terms. It is time you heard it all. It is my testament to the strength of the heart, which has such capacity for joy, such space for sorrow, like a vessel that fills and fills without bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seasons are nearly as many as a thousand. So now listen, sons, and hear me, daughters. I, Havah, fashioned by God of Adam say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, there was God . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, there was Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in my ear: Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 euphony with hundreds more around me; the movement of the earth a thousand miles beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was amusement in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I woke and knew I was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rustle, a groan practically in my ear. I twitched at a stirring 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face obscured my vision. I screamed. Not with fear—I was no acquaintance of 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! It came, unspoken—a different source than the voice before—the words thrust jubilantly to the sky: “At last!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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, womb-tight, around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flesh of my flesh,” he whispered, hot 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was high-cheeked, this adam, his lower lip dipping down like a folded leaf that drips 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, 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 breasts 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 amidst the caper and myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blur 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 pelt. Her tongue was rough—unlike the adam’s—and she rumbled as she rolled against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adam called again, wordlessly: longing and exuberance. 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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, his lips, my shoulder. I marveled at his skin—how smooth, how very warm it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are magnificent,” he said, burying his face against me. “Ah, Isha—woman, taken from man!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 arm around his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All of this: water,” he said, grunting 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Water,” I said, understanding 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was set apart solely because we dwelt in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were not alone. I could see them, after a time, even as we left the river and lay upon its banks. I saw them in sidelong glances when I looked at something else: a sunspot caught in the eye, a ripple in the air, a shock of light where there should be only shadow. And so I knew there were other beings, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adam, who studied me, said nothing. We did not know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first voice I heard urging me to wake had not been the man’s. Now I felt the presence of it near me, closer than the air, than even the adam’s arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned the man’s strange amazement, taken by his smooth, dark skin, the narrowness of his hips, his strange sex. He was warmer than I, as though he had absorbed the heat of the sun, and I laid my cheek against his flat breasts and listened to the changeling beat of his heart. My limbs, so fresh to me, grew heavy. As languor overtook me, I retreated from the sight of my lovely, alien world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in closing my eyes, I would return to the place I had been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since waking, I hoped not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept to the familiar thrum of his heart as insects made sounds like sleepy twitches through the waning day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke, his cheek was resting against the top of my head. Emotion streamed from his heart, though his lips were silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the treasure mined from the rock, the gem prized from the mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stirred only when I did and released me with great reluctance. By then the sun had moved along the length of our valley. My stomach murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me to the orchard and fed me the firm flesh of plums, biting carefully around the pits and feeding the pieces to me until juice ran down our chins and bees came to sample it. He kissed my fingers and hands and laid his cheek against my palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we lay in a bower of hyssop and rushes—a bower, I realized, that he must have made it on a day before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before I existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We observed together the changing sky as it cooled gold and russet and purple, finally anointing the clay earth red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from me. Flesh of my flesh. At last. I heard the timbre of his voice in my head in my last waking moment. Marvel and wonder were upon his lips as he kissed my closing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then he would do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I dreamed of blackness. Black, greater than the depths of the river or the great abyss beneath the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From within that nothingness there came a voice that was not a voice, that was neither sound nor word but volition and command and genesis. And from the voice, a word that was no word but the language of power and genesis and fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! A mote spark—a light first so small as the tip of a pine needle. It exploded past the periphery of my dreaming vision, obliterating the dark. The heavens were vast in an instant, stretching without cease to the edges of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I careened past new bodies that tugged me in every direction; even the tiniest particles possessed their own gravity. From each of them came the same concert, that symphony of energy and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to stand upon the earth. It was a great welter of water, the surface of it ablaze with the refracted light of heavens upon heavens. It shook my every fiber, like a string that is plucked and allowed to resonate forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was galvanized, made anew, thrumming that inaugural sound: the yawning of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst it all came the unmistakable command:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35830236-7423894019733483103?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/2008/12/havah-story-of-eve-by-tosca-lee.html' title='Havah: the Story of Eve by Tosca Lee'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7423894019733483103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=7423894019733483103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7423894019733483103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/7423894019733483103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/havah-story-of-eve-by-tosca-lee.html' title='Havah: the Story of Eve by Tosca Lee'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s72-c/wild+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-5076790517322328933</id><published>2008-12-21T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:52:22.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sword and the Flute (Matterhorn the Brave Series #1) by Mike Hamel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/R94QDjPRqFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/m02Svj-Vocw/s1600-h/Teen+FIRST+button.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenfictioninrathershorttakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178594274707613778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/R94QDjPRqFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/m02Svj-Vocw/s200/Teen+FIRST+button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 21st, time for the Teen FIRST blog tour! This is the very last Teen FIRST tour as Teen FIRST has merged with FIRST Wild Card Tours. If you wish to learn more about FIRST Wild Card, please go &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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.matterhornthebrave.com/"&gt;Mike Hamel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:160;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and his book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0899578330/"&gt;The Sword and the Flute (Matterhorn the Brave Series #1) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amg Publishers (January 22, 2007) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhfWs5Yg6I/AAAAAAAACME/V6gy9WN8IhM/s1600-h/Mike+and+Susan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575406705509282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhfWs5Yg6I/AAAAAAAACME/V6gy9WN8IhM/s200/Mike+and+Susan" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike Hamel is a seasoned storyteller who has honed his skill over theyears by telling tall tales to his four children. He is the author of several non-fiction books and numerous magazine articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and his wife, Susan, live in Colorado Springs, CO. Their four children are now grown and their two grand children will soon be old enough for stories of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From His Blog's About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a professional writer with sixteen books to my credit, including a trilogy of titles dealing with faith and business: The Entrepreneur’s Creed (Broadman, 2001), Executive Influence (NavPress, 2003), and Giving Back (NavPress, 2003). I also edited Serving Two Masters: Reflections on God and Profit, by Bill Pollard (Collins, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhgwkDIxCI/AAAAAAAACMc/rpHOKRn_hCE/s1600-h/series"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280576950518727714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhgwkDIxCI/AAAAAAAACMc/rpHOKRn_hCE/s400/series" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most enjoyable project to date has been an eight-volume juvenile fiction series called &lt;a href="http://www.matterhornthebrave.com/index.html"&gt;Matterhorn the Brave&lt;/a&gt;. It’s based on variegated yarns I used to spin for my four children. They are now grown and my two grandchildren will soon be old enough for stories of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhgTAS0bLI/AAAAAAAACMM/AToIoc9Q-FM/s1600-h/Mike+and+Susan2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280576442704620722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhgTAS0bLI/AAAAAAAACMM/AToIoc9Q-FM/s200/Mike+and+Susan2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado with my bride of 34 years, Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read this blog, remember that I’m a professional. Don’t try this level of writing at home. You might suffer a dangling participle or accidentally split an infinitive and the grammarians will be all over you like shoe salesmen on a centipede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW – I have been diagnosed with Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma, an aggressive but treatable form of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's Blog, &lt;a href="http://mikehamel.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cells Behaving Badly&lt;/a&gt;, is an online diary about Wrestling with Lymphoma Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To order a signed edition of any of the 6 Matterhorn the Brave books, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.matterhornthebrave.com/"&gt;Matterhorn the Brave Website&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: 9.99&lt;br /&gt;Reading level: Ages 9-12&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 181 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Amg Publishers (January 22, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 0899578330&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0899578330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0899578330/"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0899578330/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhesRai4xI/AAAAAAAACL8/YCg6jSvKMAQ/s1600-h/the+sword+and+the+flute"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574677773902610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SUhesRai4xI/AAAAAAAACL8/YCg6jSvKMAQ/s200/the+sword+and+the+flute" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Emerald Isle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron the Baron hit the ground like a paratrooper, bending his knees, keeping his balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn landed like a 210-pound sack of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His stomach arrived a few seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He straightened his six-foot-four frame into a sitting position. In the noonday sun he saw they were near the edge of a sloping meadow. The velvet grass was dotted with purple and yellow flowers. Azaleas bloomed in rainbows around the green expanse. The black-faced sheep mowing the far end of the field paid no attention to the new arrivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” the Baron asked. He looked as if he’d just stepped out of a Marines’ recruiting poster. “We’ll have to work on your landing technique.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about warning me when we’re going somewhere,” Matterhorn grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron helped him up and checked his pack to make sure nothing was damaged. He scanned the landscape in all directions from beneath the brim of his red corduroy baseball cap. “It makes no difference which way we go,” he said at last. “The horses will find us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What horses?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The horses that will take us to the one we came to see,” the Baron answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you always this vague or do you just not know what you’re doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know much, but I suspect this is somebody’s field. We don’t want to be caught trespassing. Let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left the meadow, walking single file through the tall azaleas up a narrow valley. Thorny bushes with loud yellow blossoms crowded the trail next to a clear brook. Pushing one of the prickly plants away, Matterhorn asked, “Do you know what these are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gorse, of course,” the Baron said without turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never heard of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then I guess you haven’t been to Ireland before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ireland,” Matterhorn repeated. “My great-grandfather came from Ireland.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your great-grandfather won’t be born for centuries yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn stepped over a tangle of exposed roots and said, “What do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean we’re in medieval Ireland, not modern Ireland.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How can that be!” Matterhorn cried, stopping in his tracks. “How can I be alive before my great-grandfather?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron shrugged. “That’s one of the paradoxes of time travel. No one’s been able to figure them all out. You’re welcome to try, but while you’re at it, keep a lookout for the horses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn soon gave up on paradoxes and became absorbed in the paradise around him. The colors were so alive they hurt his eyes. He wished for a pair of sunglasses. Above the garish gorse he saw broom bushes and pine trees growing to the ridge where spectacular golden oaks crowned the slopes. Birdsongs whistled from their massive branches into the warm air. Small animals whispered in the underbrush while larger game watched the strangers from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country flattened out and, at times, they glimpsed stone houses over the tops of hedgerows. They steered clear of these and any other signs of civilization. In a few hours, they reached the spring that fed the brook they had been following. They stopped to rest and wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where the horses found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were five strikingly handsome animals. The leader of the pack was from ancient and noble stock. He stood a proud seventeen hands high—five-foot-eight-inches—at the shoulders. He had a classic Roman face with a white star on his wide forehead that matched the white socks on his forelegs. His straight back, sturdy body, and broad hindquarters suggested both power and speed. A rich coppery mane and tail complemented his sleek, chestnut coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron held out an apple to the magnificent animal, but the horse showed no interest in the fruit or the man. Neither did the second horse. The third, a dappled stallion, took the apple and let the Baron pet his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These horses are free,” the Baron said as he stroked the stallion’s neck. “They choose their riders, which is as it should be. Grab an apple and find your mount.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Matterhorn searched for some fruit, the leader sauntered over and tried to stick his big nose into Matterhorn’s pack. When Matterhorn produced an apple, the horse pushed it aside and kept sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he want carrots, Matterhorn wondered? How about the peanut butter sandwich? Not until he produced a pocket-size Snickers bar did the horse whinny and nod his approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron chuckled as Matterhorn peeled the bar and watched it disappear in a loud slurp. “That one’s got a sweet tooth,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three other horses wandered off while the Baron and Matterhorn figured out how to secure their packs to the two that remained. “I take it we’re riding without saddles or bridles,” Matterhorn said. This made him nervous, as he had been on horseback only once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bridles aren’t necessary,” Aaron the Baron explained. “Just hold on to his mane and stay centered.” He boosted Matterhorn onto his mount. “The horses have been sent for us. They’ll make sure we get where we need to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they set off, Matterhorn grabbed two handfuls of long mane from the crest of the horse’s neck. He relaxed when he realized the horse was carrying him as carefully as if a carton of eggs was balanced on his back. Sitting upright, he patted the animal’s neck. “Hey, Baron; check out this birthmark.” He rubbed a dark knot of tufted hair on the chestnut’s right shoulder. “It looks like a piece of broccoli. I’m going to call him Broc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Call him what you want,” the Baron said, “but you can’t name him. The Maker gives the animals their names. A name is like a label; it tells you what’s on the inside. Only the Maker knows that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later, and miles farther into the gentle hills, they made camp in a lea near a tangle of beech trees. “You get some wood,” Aaron the Baron said, “while I make a fire pit.” He loosened a piece of hollow tubing from the side of his pack and gave it a sharp twirl. Two flanges unrolled outward and clicked into place to form the blade of a short spade. Next, he pulled off the top section and stuck it back on at a ninety-degree angle to make a handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn whistled. “Cool!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool is what we’ll be if you don’t get going.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn hurried into the forest. He was thankful to be alone for the first time since becoming an adult, something that happened in an instant earlier that day. Seizing a branch, he did a dozen chin-ups; then dropped and did fifty push-ups and a hundred sit-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward he rested against a tree trunk and encircled his right thigh with both hands. His fingertips didn’t touch. Reaching farther down, he squeezed a rock-hard calf muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this bulk was new to him, yet it didn’t feel strange. This was his body, grown up and fully developed. Flesh of his flesh; bone of his bone. Even hair of his hair, he thought, as he combed his fingers through the thick red ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the Sword hilt from his hip. The diamond blade extended and caught the late afternoon sun in a dazzling flash. This mysterious weapon was the reason he was looking for firewood in an Irish forest instead of sitting in the library at David R. Sanford Middle School.&lt;br /&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/35830236-5076790517322328933?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/2008/12/sword-and-flute-matterhorn-brave-series.html' title='The Sword and the Flute (Matterhorn the Brave Series #1) by Mike Hamel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5076790517322328933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=5076790517322328933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5076790517322328933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5076790517322328933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/sword-and-flute-matterhorn-brave-series.html' title='The Sword and the Flute (Matterhorn the Brave Series #1) by Mike Hamel'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/R94QDjPRqFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/m02Svj-Vocw/s72-c/Teen+FIRST+button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-2089479582308738267</id><published>2008-12-10T20:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:32:07.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaging Father Christmas by Robin Jones Gunn</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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0446179469"&gt;Engaging Father Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (October 30, 2008)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robingunn.com/"&gt;Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ST9DjnQ8f7I/AAAAAAAACdo/Uf_z3VLkCU8/s1600-h/Robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278011567416049586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ST9DjnQ8f7I/AAAAAAAACdo/Uf_z3VLkCU8/s200/Robin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin grew up in Orange County, California and has lived in all kinds of interesting places, including Reno and Hawai’i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband currently live near Portland, Oregon and have been married for 30 years. They spent their first 22 years of marriage working together in youth ministry, and enjoying life with their son and daughter who are now both grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a frequent speaker at local and international events, one of Robin’s favorite topics is how God is the Relentless Lover and we are His first love. She delights in telling stories of how God uses fiction to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin is the recipient of the Christy Award, the Mt. Hermon Pacesetter Award, the Sherwood E. Wirt Award and is a Gold Medallion Finalist. She also serves on the Board of Directors for Media Associates International and the Board of Directors for Jerry Jenkins’ Christian Writers’ Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ST9Bp_MvwFI/AAAAAAAACdg/vjEq0ZBG1Tk/s1600-h/engagingfatherchristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278009477896847442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ST9Bp_MvwFI/AAAAAAAACdg/vjEq0ZBG1Tk/s200/engagingfatherchristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miranda Carson can't wait to return to England for Christmas and to be with her boyfriend, Ian. She has spent a lifetime yearning for a place to call home, and she's sure Carlton Heath will be it, especially when a hinted-at engagement ring slips into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Miranda's high hopes for a jolly Christmas with the small circle of people she has come to love are toppled when Ian's father is hospitalized and the matriarch of the Whitcombe family withholds her blessing from Miranda. Questions run rampant in Miranda's mind about whether she really belongs in this cheery corner of the world. Then, when her true identity threatens all her relationships in unanticipated ways, Miranda is certain all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...maybe Father Christmas has special gifts in store for her after 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/0446179469"&gt;Engaging Father Christmas&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2008/12/engaging-father-christmas-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446179469&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-2089479582308738267?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2008/12/engaging-father-christmas-by-robin.html' title='Engaging Father Christmas by Robin Jones Gunn'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2089479582308738267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=2089479582308738267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2089479582308738267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/2089479582308738267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/engaging-father-christmas-by-robin.html' title='Engaging Father Christmas by Robin Jones Gunn'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/ST9DjnQ8f7I/AAAAAAAACdo/Uf_z3VLkCU8/s72-c/Robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1112763784911765627</id><published>2008-12-04T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:49:37.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse Unleashed by Mel Odom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s1600-h/wild+card.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009307003588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s200/wild+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to play a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wild Card&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melodom.net/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Mel Odom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/1414316364" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Apocalypse Unleashed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyndale House Publishers (October 15, 2008) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/STOCgcJetzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ESHW5N7e6h4/s1600-h/mel%27spics%252001.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703082404362034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/STOCgcJetzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ESHW5N7e6h4/s200/mel%27spics%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel Odomis a best-selling author with many published works to his credit. Mel has been inducted into the Oklahoma Professional Writers Hall of Fame and received the Alex Award for his fantasy novel The Rover. Paid in Blood was the first book in Mel’s three-book Military NCIS series. He has also published four military thrillers with Tyndale House; Apocalypse Dawn, Apocalypse Crucible, Apocalypse Burning and Apocalypse Unleashed. Mel teaches courses in forensic investigation, crime-scene investigation, profiling, and cold-case investigation. Mel and his family reside in Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.melodom.net/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $ 14.99&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 304 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers (October 15, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1414316364&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1414316369&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/STOCb-WP3XI/AAAAAAAABvI/wkAM17IoqOo/s1600-h/Apocalypse+Unleashed.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703005685374322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/STOCb-WP3XI/AAAAAAAABvI/wkAM17IoqOo/s200/Apocalypse+Unleashed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Gymnasium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Lejeune, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1203 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you come here to play basketball or wage war?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelton McHenry, gunnery sergeant in the United States Marine Corps, shook the sweat out of his eyes and ignored the question. After long minutes of hard exertion, his breath echoed inside his head and chest. His throat burned. Despite the air-conditioning, the gym felt hot. He put his hands on his head and sucked in a deep breath of air. It didn’t help. He still felt mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no other word for it. He wanted the workout provided by the game, but he wanted it for the physical confrontation rather than the exercise. He had hoped it would burn through the restless anger that rattled within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when he got like this, he tried to stay away from other people. He would gather up Max, the black Labrador retriever that was his military canine partner, and go for a run along a secluded beach until he exhausted the emotion. Sometimes it took hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That anger had been part of him since he was a kid. He had never truly understood it, but he’d learned to master it—for the most part—a long time ago. But now and again, there were bad days when it got away from him. Usually those bad days were holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Father’s Day. It was the worst of all of them. Even Christmas, a time when families got together, wasn’t as bad as Father’s Day. During the heady rush of Christmas—muted by the sheer effort and logistics of getting from one place to another after another, of making sure presents for his brother’s kids were intact and wrapped and not forgotten, of preparing and consuming the endless supply of food—he could concentrate on something other than his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not today. Never on Father’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger was bad enough, but the thing that totally wrecked him and kicked his butt was the guilt. Even though he didn’t know what to do, there was no escaping the fact that he should be doing something. He was supposed to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually he was stationed somewhere and could escape the guilt by making a quick phone call, offering up an apology, and losing himself back in the field. But after taking the MOS change to Naval Criminal Investigative Service, he was free on weekends unless the team was working a hot case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, there were no hot cases on the horizon. There wasn’t even follow-up to anything else they’d been working on. He’d had no excuse for not going. Don, his brother, had called a few days ago to find out if Shel was coming. Shel had told him no but had offered no reason. Don had been kind enough not to ask why. So Shel was stuck with the anger, guilt, and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You hearing me, gunney?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel restrained the anger a step before it got loose. Over on the sidelines of the gym, Max gave a tentative bark. The Labrador paced uneasily, and Shel knew the dog sensed his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dial it down, he told himself. Just finish up here. Be glad you’re able to work through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wished it helped more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Shel said. “I hear you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. ’Cause for a second there I thought you’d checked out on me.” Remy Gautreau mopped his face with his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was young and black, hard-bodied but lean, where Shel looked like he’d been put together with four-by-fours. Gang tattoos in blue ink showed on Remy’s chest and abdomen when he’d lifted his shirt. Shel had noticed the tattoos before, but he hadn’t asked about them. Even after working together for more than a year, it wasn’t something soldiers talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he’d entered the Navy and trained as a Navy SEAL, Remy Gautreau had been someone else. Most enlisted had. Then whatever branch of military service they signed on for changed them into someone else. The past was shed as easily as a snake lost its skin. Men and women were given a different present for that time and usually ended up with a different future than they would have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t take away the past, do they? Shel asked himself. They just pretend it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where you been?” Remy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right here.” Shel broke eye contact with the other man. He could lie out in the field when it was necessary, but he had trouble lying to friends. “Playing center.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy was part of the NCIS team that Shel was currently assigned to. His rank was chief petty officer. He wore bright orange knee-length basketball shorts and a white Tar Heels basketball jersey. Shel wore Marine-issue black shorts and a gray sweatshirt with the sleeves hacked off. Both men bore bullet and knife scars from previous battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group of players stood at their end of the basketball court. Other groups of men were waiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel and Remy were playing iron man pickup basketball. The winning team got to stay on the court, but they had to keep winning. While they were getting more tired, each successive team rested up. Evading fatigue, learning to play four hard and let the fifth man rest on his feet, was a big part of staying on top. It was a lot like playing chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve been here,” Remy agreed in a soft voice. “But this ain’t where your head’s been. You just been visiting this game.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guy’s good, Remy. I’m doing my best.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other team’s center was Del Greene, a giant at six feet eight inches tall—four inches taller than Shel. But he was more slender than Shel, turned better in the tight corners, and could get up higher on the boards. Rebounding the ball after each shot was an immense struggle, but once in position Shel was hard to move. He’d come down with his fair share of rebounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball wasn’t Shel’s game. He’d played it all through high school, but football was his chosen gladiator’s field in the world of sports. He had played linebacker and had been offered a full-ride scholarship to a dozen different colleges. He had opted for the Marines instead. Anything to shake the dust of his father’s cattle ranch from his boots. None of the colleges had been far enough away for what he had wanted at the time. After all those years of misunderstandings on the ranch, Shel had just wanted to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re doing great against that guy,” Remy said. “Better than I thought you would. He’s a better basketball player, but you’re a better thinker. You’re shutting him down. Which is part of the problem. You’re taking his game away from him and it’s making him mad. Problem is, you got no finesse. He’s wearing you like a cheap shirt. If we had a referee for this game, you’d already have been tossed for personal fouls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well, he doesn’t play like a homecoming queen himself.” Shel wiped his mouth on his shirt. The material came away bloody. He had caught an elbow in the face last time that had split the inside of his cheek. “He’s not afraid of dishing it out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t say that fool didn’t have it coming, but I am saying that this isn’t the time or the place for a grudge match.” Remy wiped his face with his shirt again. “The last thing we need is for Will to have to come down and get us out of the hoosegow over a basketball game. He’s already stressed over Father’s Day because he’s having to share his time with his kids’ new stepfather.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel knew United States Navy Commander Will Coburn to be a fine man and officer. He had followed Will into several firefights during their years together on the NCIS team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage of Will’s ex-wife was only months old. Everyone on the team knew that Will had taken the marriage in stride as best as he could, but the change was still a lot to deal with. Having his kids involved only made things worse. Before, Father’s Day and Mother’s Day had been mutually exclusive. This year the kids’ mother had insisted that the day be shared between households.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other players stepped forward. “Are we going to play ball? Or are you two just going to stand over there and hold hands?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel felt that old smile—the one that didn’t belong and didn’t reflect anything that was going on inside him—curve his lips. That smile had gotten him into a lot of trouble with his daddy and had been a definite warning to his brother, Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other team didn’t have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The way you guys are playing,” Shel said as he stepped toward the other team, “I think we’ve got time to do both.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind him, Shel heard Remy curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1229 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the offensive goal, Shel worked hard to break free of the other player’s defense. But every move he made, every step he took, Greene was on top of him. Shel knew basketball, but the other guy knew it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small Hispanic guy named Melendez played point guard for Shel and Remy’s team. He flipped the ball around the perimeter with quick, short passes back and forth to the wings. Unable to get a shot off, Remy and the other wing kept passing the ball back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel knew they wanted to get the ball inside to him if they could. They needed the basket to tie up the game. They were too tired to go back down the court and end up two buckets behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melendez snuck a quick pass by the guard and got the ball to Shel. With a fast spin, Shel turned and tried to put the ball up. But as soon as it left his fingers, Greene slapped the shot away. Thankfully Melendez managed to recover the loose ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you try to bring that trash in here,” Greene taunted. “This is my house. Nobody comes into my house.” Sweat dappled his dark features and his mocking smile showed white and clean. “You may be big, gunney, but you ain’t big enough. You hear what I’m saying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel tried to ignore the mocking voice and the fact that Greene was now bumping up against him even harder than before. The man wasn’t just taunting anymore. He was going for an all-out assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melendez caught a screen from Remy and rolled out with the basketball before the other defensive player could pick him up. One of the key elements to their whole game was the fact that most of them had played ball before. Greene was a good player—maybe even a great player—but one man didn’t make a team. Special forces training taught a man that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free and open, Melendez put up a twenty-foot jump shot. Shel rolled around Greene to get the inside position for the rebound. Greene had gone up in an effort to deflect the basketball. He was out of position when he came back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel timed his jump as the basketball ran around the ring and fell off. He went up and intercepted the ball cleanly. He was trying to bring the ball in close when Greene stepped around him and punched the basketball with a closed fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blow knocked the ball back into Shel’s face. It slammed against his nose and teeth hard enough to snap his head back. He tasted blood immediately and his eyes watered. The sudden onslaught of pain chipped away at the control that Shel had maintained. He turned instantly, and Greene stood ready and waiting. Two of the guys on his team fell in behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t want none of this,” Greene crowed. “I promise you don’t want none of this.” He had his hands raised in front of him and stood in what Shel recognized as a martial arts stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel wasn’t big on martial arts. Most of his hand-to-hand combat ability had been picked up in the field and from men he had sparred with to increase his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a big man,” Greene snarled, “but I’m badder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the tension that had suddenly filled the gymnasium and the odds against him, Shel grinned. This was more along the lines of what he needed. He took a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy darted between them and put his hands up. “That’s it. Game’s over. We’re done here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then who wins the game?” another man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We win the game,” one of the men on Shel’s team said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your big man fouled intentionally,” Melendez said. “That’s a forfeit in my book.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good thing you ain’t keepin’ the book,” Greene said. He never broke eye contact with Shel. “Is that how you gonna call it, dawg? Gonna curl up like a little girl and cry? Or are you gonna man up and play ball?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy turned to face the heckler. “Back off, clown. You don’t even know the trouble you’re trying to buy into.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greene was faster than Shel expected even after playing against the man. Before Remy could raise his hands to defend himself, Greene hit him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by the blow, Remy staggered backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2008 by Mel Odom. 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Based on the book by C.S. Lewis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The magical world of C.S. Lewis' beloved fantasy comes to life once again in PRINCE CASPIAN, the second installment of THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA series. Join Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, the mighty and majestic Aslan, friendly new Narnian creatures and Prince Caspian as they lead the Narnians on a remarkable journey to restore peace and glory to their enchanted land. Continuing the adventure of THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE with more magic and a brand-new hero, PRINCE CASPIAN is a triumph of imagination, courage, love, joy and humor your whole family will want to watch again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="MainData__ctl0_FilmographyAnchor" href="http://www.moviegallery.com/search/Filmography.aspx?t=74098"&gt;Peter Dinklage &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a id="MainData__ctl1_FilmographyAnchor" href="http://www.moviegallery.com/search/Filmography.aspx?t=111159"&gt;Anna Popplewell &lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a id="MainData_ViewFullCreditsAnchor" title="Credits" href="http://www.moviegallery.com/movies/movie.aspx?LF=STL&amp;amp;MID=149973#cred"&gt;View Full Credits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="MainData__ctl2_FilmographyAnchor" href="http://www.moviegallery.com/search/Filmography.aspx?t=112891"&gt;Andrew Adamson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country: United Kingdom, USA&lt;br /&gt;Rated PG for epic battle action and violence.&lt;br /&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy , &lt;a id="MainData__ctl4_GenreHyperLink" href="http://www.moviegallery.com/movies/moviebrowser.aspx?CtQ=25"&gt;Action&lt;/a&gt; , Family (144 Minutes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Enter the World of Narnia in the second movie based on the book &lt;em&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt; by C. S. Lewis. The land is full of talking animals, magic, good and evil, and they must fight to overcome the evil once again. The Pevenskie children are pulled back to Narnia while waiting at a train station. While they have only aged slightly, it has been hundreds of years in Narnia. The place where their thrones sit has been abandoned and overgrown by trees. The whole family will enjoy this movie, it is very enjoyable! I personally liked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/narnia/index_flash.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lion the Witch and the Warbrobe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;the most, but that was also the book I have read about 5 times! A great movie to rent or &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=735437&amp;amp;event=8000NAR967390102951"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt;, well worth it! 5 stars from me. Also check out the whole series of &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=231650&amp;amp;event=8000NAR93953180623"&gt;books by C. S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eagerly await &lt;em&gt;The Voyage of the Dawn Threader&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-5568931166894211365?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://adisney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/princecaspian/' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian movie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5568931166894211365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=5568931166894211365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5568931166894211365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/5568931166894211365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/chronicles-of-narnia-prince-caspian.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian movie'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/STdqieelrkI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yiKcmp6ktow/s72-c/149973.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-8382569648753392772</id><published>2008-12-03T23:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:18:58.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Perfect Day by Lauraine Snelling</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/0446582107"&gt;One Perfect Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (October 22, 2008)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurainesnelling.net/"&gt;Lauraine Snelling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/STNY1ciOy3I/AAAAAAAACdI/eo3cbFu8RZY/s1600-h/laurainephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657263797062514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/STNY1ciOy3I/AAAAAAAACdI/eo3cbFu8RZY/s200/laurainephoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Lauraine Snelling is a member of the more than Two Million Books In Print club, but when she first began, she was a mother of three teenagers with a simple dream to write “horse books for kids.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, she has over 50 books published. She thinks. She’s not sure. She’d rather write them than count them. Lauraine’s work has been translated into Norwegian, Danish and German as well as produced as books on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards have followed her dedication to “telling a good story”: the Silver Angel Award for An Untamed Land and a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart for Song of Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping others reach their writing dream is the reason Lauraine teaches at writer’s conferences across the country. She mentors others through book doctoring and with her humorous and playful Writing Great Fiction tape set. Lauraine also produces material on query letters and other aspects of the writing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her readers clamor for more books more often and Lauraine would like to comply, if only her ever-growing flower gardens didn’t call quite so loudly over the soothing rush of the water fountains in her back yard and if the hummingbirds weren’t quite so entertaining. Lauraine and husband Wayne have two grown sons and a cockatiel named Bidley, who loves to tease their Basset Hound named Chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/STNYGAhIXAI/AAAAAAAACdA/HGwqEmr-sBY/s1600-h/oneperfectday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656448822402050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/STNYGAhIXAI/AAAAAAAACdA/HGwqEmr-sBY/s200/oneperfectday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two mothers end up more closely connected that they could dream...and yet they are strangers to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first has two children--twins, a boy and girl, who are seniors in high school. She wants their last Christmas as a family living in the same home to be perfect, but her husband is delayed returning from a business trip abroad. And then there's an accident--a fatal one involving a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the other mother has a daughter who needs a new heart, and so the loss of one woman becomes the miracle the other has desperately prayed for. While one mother grieves, and pulls away from her family, the other finds that even miracles aren't always easy to receive.&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/0446582107"&gt;One Perfect Day&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-perfect-day-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book link is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446582107&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830236-8382569648753392772?l=michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianfictionblogalliance.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-perfect-day-by-lauraine-snelling.html' title='One Perfect Day by Lauraine Snelling'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8382569648753392772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830236&amp;postID=8382569648753392772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8382569648753392772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830236/posts/default/8382569648753392772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesgreatblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-perfect-day-by-lauraine-snelling.html' title='One Perfect Day by Lauraine Snelling'/><author><name>Michelle K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785390481958021998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEbbN1WEJ9c/SkvCyEJxM8I/AAAAAAAABBs/Rjl_AGW0LIY/S220/100_1793.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/STNY1ciOy3I/AAAAAAAACdI/eo3cbFu8RZY/s72-c/laurainephoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830236.post-1267095478795149372</id><published>2008-12-03T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:51:04.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Pusuit by Brandilyn Collins</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" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/031027642X"&gt;Dark Pursuit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zondervan (December 1, 2008)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandilyncollins.com/"&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SRe-ADqqshI/AAAAAAAAB0s/3nfoSYwhl5Q/s1600-h/Photo1cropweb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887197426627090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SRe-ADqqshI/AAAAAAAAB0s/3nfoSYwhl5Q/s200/Photo1cropweb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandilyncollins.com/"&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;/a&gt; is known for her trademark Seatbelt Suspense®. She is currently working on her 20th book. For chan
