Wednesday, July 1, 2015

God Bless American

MAY  OUR  NATION  TURN  TO  GOD  TO  PROTECT  AND  GUIDE  HER

MAY  GOD  BLESS  OUR  COUNTRY  TODAY  AND  FOREVER

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The patriotism, values and ideals behind this song are barely burning, but may the flicker light a fire in those who love America, and may this song never grow old.


Thanks to all who've served and the many who died to preserve the freedom we enjoy in the United States of America. May we use that freedom to glorify God.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Looking Out the Window: Shannon Vanatter's Blog Tour for Rodeo Reunion. Enter to Win a Book and a Prize.

 
 
 
A Warm Welcome to Shannon Vannatter
 
Shannon’s offering a special giveaway to commemorate the Heartsong Presents line since it’s ending this month. Comment and leave an e-mail address below to enter the drawing for one of ten copies of Rodeo Reunion. The ten copies will be split among names drawn during the blog tour from June 1st – July 1st.

But that's not all



One winner will receive this baseball themed memory board personally crafted by Shannon.

Winners will be revealed on Shannon’s blog here on July 22nd.

Today Shannon talks about Rodeo Reunion and shares her favorite Bible verse as well as a favorite recipe

Bible verse
Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. (Acts 4:12 KJV)

Fruit Salad Recipe
 
16 oz. cool whip
8 oz. small curd cottage cheese
1 small box gelatin (any flavor)
At least four different kinds of fruit—fresh or canned

Whip cottage cheese with electric mixer until curds are mostly smooth. Whip in gelatin and stir in cool whip. Cut fruit in bite size chunks. If using canned, drain well. Stir in fruit.

My favorite gelatin to use is cherry. The cherry has a strong enough flavor to cover the cottage cheese if you’re not a fan—like me. My favorite fruit combination is fresh strawberries and green seedless grapes with canned pineapple tidbits and peaches. You can also use fat free cottage cheese and sugar free gelatin to reduce fat, sugar and calories. It can also be tweaked for diabetics by using fresh or sugar free canned fruit.

Yum.


About Rodeo Reunion
 
RAQUEL MARRIS NEEDS A MAN WHO'LL STAY PUT
And Slade Walker's not a likely candidate. Even if the former major league pitcher just agreed to coach her son's little league team. The single mom can't risk everything on a bronc-riding chaplain who's only passing through Raquel's small Texas town.

Slade is taking a hiatus from the rodeo circuit to meet the sister he never knew he had. But the pretty widowed nurse next door is making him think twice about hitting the road again. He can't turn his back on the cowboys who need him, but Raquel and her boy need him, too. Can Slade fulfill his calling and finally find a place to hang his hat?

Buy Rodeo Reunion
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Excerpt from Rodeo Reunion:
Raquel placed their orders, then moved to the register, dug her money from her wallet and waited for her change.
The man behind her in line ordered and she turned to see if he was anyone she knew. He looked familiar. Inky waves, sage-green eyes, chin cleft. Where did she know him from? Parent from school? Church?
He smiled.
And her brain kicked in. Slade Walker.
Her mouth went dry. Her wallet slipped from her fingers.
Coins danced and rolled; bills fanned around her feet; credit cards bounced, spun and slid across the hardwood floor.
In most places, people would dive in and steal as much as they could. But this was Aubrey, Texas.
Slade knelt at her feet along with the lady behind him in line and helped her pick everything up. A man she didn’t even know handed her one of her credit cards.
“Thank you.”
In minutes the contents of her overstuffed wallet were back in place as Slade gathered stray change.
“Don’t worry about the change.”
“Is that everything?” He stood.
“You’re Slade Walker.”
“Yeah. Got all your cards and money?”
She tugged her gaze away from his long enough to flip through the bills and cards, then nodded. “Yes, thanks.”
A slow smile tugged at his lips. “I’m sorry, but have we met? I usually remember beautiful women, but I’m drawing a blank.”
Her face heated. “You were my husband’s favorite baseball player.”
“Wow.” He blew out a soft whistle and rubbed his right shoulder. “That was a long time ago and my career was short-lived. I can’t say I’ve been recognized for baseball in a long time.”
“Well, you should be. You were great. If my son was here, he’d be beside himself. Could I get your autograph for him?”
His face turned red.
“I mean, I don’t want to bother you.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s just been a long time since anybody asked. Got any paper?”
She scurried to the booth where her friend Caitlyn waited and grabbed her purse. “Caitlyn, this is Slade Walker. The Slade Walker.” She must have sounded like an idiot.
With a confused frown, Caitlyn offered her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Not a baseball fan, I take it? No worries. It’s been a few years.” Slade accepted the grocery receipt Raquel handed him as several people brought her quarters, nickels, even pennies. Small-town proof there were still good, honest people in the world.
“What’s your son’s name?”
“Hunter Marris. I mean, you can just make it Hunter.”
“Marris? I went to elementary school with a Dylan Marris.”
Raquel nodded like a bobblehead. “My husband.”
“No wonder you know who I am. We were best friends until fifth grade when I moved. How is Dylan?”
Her heart squeezed. He didn’t know.

Bio:
Award winning, central Arkansas author, Shannon Taylor Vannatter is a stay-at-home mom/pastor’s wife. She lives in a town with a population of around 100, if you count a few cows and once climbed a mountain wearing gold wedge-heeled sandals which became known as her hiking boots.
She has eleven published titles and is contracted for four more. Learn more about Shannon and her books here and check out her real life romance blog.
Connect with her on facebookGoodReads, Pinterest, and Twitter: @stvauthor.

Monday, June 22, 2015

The Winner of God, Life and Hula Hoops



And the winner is....

Congratulations, Mary!

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Looking Out the Window: Lillian Duncan Talks about Facing Adversity and Tells Us How in God, Life & Hula Hoops, Her New Book.




A Warm Welcome to Lillian Duncan

Lillian will give away EITHER a PDF OR Kindle copy of her new book, God, Life and Hula Hoops. To enter to win leave a comment and an e-mail address below.


Even a Hula Hoop!

I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, when the going gets tough, the tough get going or maybe they go shopping. I forget which it is. But what about writers? When the going gets tough, they write! And so I have. God, Life and Hula Hoops is the result.

In 2012 I was diagnosed with bilateral brain tumors. Fortunately they were benign, but as I like to say, there are two definitions for benign. One being non- cancerous, the other meaning harmless—which my brain tumors definitely are not!

My life took a dramatic turn with the diagnosis and is still topsy-turvy to this day. Life isn’t always easy, but there is always hope because God doesn’t leave us alone in our battles. Even before I needed them, God taught me what I needed to stay in his peace and joy, in spite of all the difficulties I face because of the tumors.

How did that happen?

By learning to listen FOR and TO God.

Find out how in God, Life and Hula Hoops.




In God, Life and Hula Hoops I share the “spiritual listening lessons” that have helped me face adversity in, what I hope is, a godly way. I may take a light-hearted approach, but the lessons God taught me are not! They are real and they work—at least they have for me!
God still speaks and he can use the oddest things to do so—even a hula hoop!

As a retired speech-language pathologist, Lillian knows the importance of listening. God can speak to us in many different ways. There may be weirder examples, but God used the hula hoop to teach the author new insights as well as remind her of long-forgotten gems of wisdom that have helped her face adversity.

God still speaks and he can use the oddest things to do so—even a hula hoop!

Are you listening?

Buy God, Life and Hula Hoops here

Bio:

Lillian Duncan…Stories of faith mingled… with murder & mayhem.

Lillian is a multi-published author who lives in the middle of Ohio Amish country with her husband, three parrots, one Jack Russell, and a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that she’s thinking of renaming Clifford since he keeps growing and growing and….

As a speech pathologist in the public schools for over thirty years, she worked with students of all ages with a wide variety of handicapping conditions, but especially with deaf and hard-of-hearing children. Whether as an educator, a writer, or a speech pathologist, she believes in the power of words to transform lives especially God’s Word.

Lillian writes the types of books she loves to read—fast-paced suspense with a touch of romance that demonstrates God’s love for all of us. To learn more about Lillian and her books, you may visit her at www.lillianduncan.net or www.lillian-duncan.com. She also has a devotional blog at www.PowerUpWithGod.com.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Looking Out the Window: Christine Lindsay Talks about Veiled at Midnight, the Third Book in Her Twilight of the British Raj Series. Gives Away an e-Book of Each Title in the Trilogy.

 
A Warm Welcome to Christine Lindsay
 
 
Christine will give away an e-book of all three novels in her series. To enter to win them leave a comment and an e-mail address below.
 


A MOST DISREPUTABLE PAST—by Christine Lindsay

I’ll come clean with you. I’m one of those people with a “past”. Yes, today I stand on stages and share the gospel message of Jesus Christ with hundreds of women at a time. But, like Mary Magdalene I’m a woman with a past—a past that makes me blush. A past that I don’t share the details of—details I don’t want my children to know about—I’d cringe embarrassment and shame. 
But the most important reason I don’t blurt out all my shameful past is because I don’t have to. Years ago when I put my faith in Jesus Christ I became a new woman—a woman worthy of wearing white when I walked up the aisle to marry my husband. There was nothing in my disreputable past that could not be washed away by the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ.

Still though, I meet people in my travels who think their sin is too awful for Christ to forgive. I wrote the novel Veiled at Midnight to encourage those who either have a shameful past or perhaps love someone who does, someone who just can’t drag themselves out of the gutter.

In this novel I want readers to realize that nothing can separate us from the love of God—even our own most disreputable sins.

Romans 5:8 (NIV)
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 8:38-39
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Below is an excerpt from Veiled at Midnight that I hope will inspire you to not give up on that sinner you love.



From Veiled at Midnight
Later that night, Cam closed the door to the small room allotted to him. The room’s regular occupant, a Lieutenant Bradley was on leave, but had left a few of his belongings behind. Cam sank to the edge of the bed, alone at last with his thoughts. With shaking hands, he stood and paced from the window to the closet, to the window again. He’d failed Dassah. He’d put her life in danger.

Last night a refrain in his mind had kept him awake. That niggling voice at the back of his brain returned with renewed insidiousness. There is no hope. All is lost.

No hope…oh dear God. He raked his hair back. Surely there was still hope.

But the voice in his brain whispered. No hope. You are undeserving of hope. Why should God help you…you are nothing more than a drunk? There is nothing for you but fear…fear.

The bile of fear rose up the back of Cam’s throat. 

There is only one way to rid yourself of fear…blot it out…forget. You know where it is….
Yes, he knew where it was. Cam turned to face the closet. He’d seen the possessions of Lieutenant Bradley when he’d stowed his own kit in the closet earlier.

You need a drink…just one drink…no one will know. The niggling voice switched from his brain and seemed to come from the closet. What else can you do…but give up?

He needed…yes he needed to blot out the fear. Where was she? Was she even still alive?

The door swung open easily, and he found the case of whiskey at the rear of the closet. He bent to retrieve a bottle, unsealed it and had it open in seconds. Lowering himself to sit on the bed he raised the bottle to eye level to study and savor it. Light from the lamp flickered through the glass, showing off the amber liquid as if it were swirling, fiery tongues. The barely discernable memory of the Reverend Alan’s voice, and of Eshana and Jai died away. So too did his mother’s pleadings. And he stuffed down deep the memory of Dad’s gray gaze. 

Instead all Cam heard was that voice at the back of his mind, calling out to him…to blot out all that tormented him.

With shaking hands he poured three fingers of whiskey into a glass and lifted it to stare into its depths. He’d gone more than five months without a drink. He’d almost succeeded.

God is not here…you are alone…so drown your fears. Deep in the glass the swirling amber turned to flames, and Cam felt himself falling…falling into the fire of his cremation, as if he saw his future. This was the way he would die in India, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Cam lifted the glass up to rest its rim against his lips, and let the sensation of falling take him to his grave if need be.
A bird sang.

A moth flittered against the lampshade, and Cam cursed the distraction. Outside the open window in the darkened garden, a bird trilled again. The memory of a scene from Romeo and Juliet that he’d read with Dassah darted into his mind. Dassah had read Juliet’s part, “It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear…”
Then he had read Romeo’s part, “It was the lark, the herald of the morn…no nightingale…I must be gone and live…or stay and die.”

But Cam knew it was neither the nightingale nor the lark. He scrubbed his face hard with his hand. It was nothing more than a simple dusty sparrow, a sparrow whose song pierced the darkness when it had no business being awake in the middle of the night. The sweet notes sang again, and with trembling limbs Cam tried to stand but sank to his knees with a thud. The glass dropped from his hand and spilled on the floor. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” he whispered on a hoarse breath.

I am here. I will not let you fall…for you are my son.

Truth burned hot in Cam’s chest. He scoured his face with his hands again and choked on the words, “I’m not worthy to be your son.”

No, but I am worthy to save you. Let me lift you….

Cam had no strength of his own. As fragile as the moth fluttering about the lampshade, he hung his head. He’d almost taken that drink, almost destroyed the months of sobriety so many people had prayed for and hoped for. He’d almost failed Dassah again.

Stand, my son. Stand like the man I want you to be.

Outside in the garden, the sparrow sang in the dark. Along the sides of Cam’s torso, the sensation of a thousand moths fluttered. He lurched from his knees, planting one foot on the floor. The flitting moth sensation swirled along his spine, and setting his other foot on the floor, he stood and looked out on the night. Raising his hands, palms up to receive, he savored the name that Dad had taught him to love so long ago. Dad pronounced His name as Jesus. Dassah called Him Yeshu. The fluttering sensation of moths along his torso disappeared, and was replaced by a feeling of lightness. Earlier, Mother had asked him who he was.

Cam leaned against the window frame and rested his forehead against his arm. Hope, confidence, even joy stirred within him. “Now I know, Lord, now I know who I am. I belong to you—a new man.



About Veiled at Midnight—Explosive and Passionate Finale of Twilight of the British Raj
The British Empire is coming to an end. As millions flee to the roads, caught up in the turbulent wake is Captain Cam Fraser, his sister Miriam, and the beautiful Indian Dassah.

Cam has never been able to put Dassah from his mind, ever since the days when he played with the orphans at the mission as a boy. But a British officer and the aide to the last viceroy cannot marry a poor Indian woman, can he?

As this becomes clear to Dassah, she has no option but to run. Cam may hold her heart—but she cannot let him break it again.

Miriam rails against the separation of the land of her birth, but is Lieutenant Colonel Jack Sunderland her soulmate or a distraction from what God has called her to do?

The 1947 Partition of India has separated the country these three love…but can they find their true homes before it separates them forever?

About Christine Lindsay
Christine Lindsay was born in Ireland, and is proud of the fact that she was once patted on the head by Prince Philip when she was a baby. Her great grandfather, and her grandfather—yes father and son—were both riveters on the building of the Titanic. Tongue in cheek, Christine states that as a family they accept no responsibility for the sinking of that infamous ship.

Stories of Christine’s ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in Colonial India inspired her multi-award-winning, historical series Twilight of the British Raj, Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2 Captured by Moonlight, and newly released Veiled at Midnight.

Connect with Christine
Please drop by Christine’s website http://www.christinelindsay.com/ or follow her on Twitter and be her friend on Pinterest , “Like her Facebook page, and GoodReads

Purchase links for Veiled at Midnight and all of Christine’s novels.

Veiled at Midnight Amazon
Veiled at Midnight Barnes and Noble
Veiled at Midnight ChristianBook.com  
Shadowed in Silk Amazon
Shadowed in Silk Barnes and Noble
Shadowed in Silk ChristianBook.com
Captured by Moonlight Amazon
Captured by Moonlight Barnes and Noble
Captured by Moonlight ChristianBooks.com
Londonderry Dreaming Amazon
Londonderry Dreaming
Londonderry Dreaming ChristianBooks.com

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Looking Out the Window: The Susanne Matthews Blog Tour for Her New Book, All for Love.



A Warm Welcome to Susanne Matthews
 

Congratulations, Susanne on your new book, All For Love

Thanks for stopping by Peering Through Life’s Window on your blog tour to share about your new release! Suzanne will give away two $10 gift certificates. See below to enter to win one.

Hi Suzanne, first, tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a retired high school teacher, living in Eastern Ontario, Canada. I’m married with three adult children and 5 grandchildren. I’m an introvert, preferring to spend my spare time with a good book or movie. In the summer I enjoy traveling and camping. In the winter I stay indoors by the fire.

We you always an avid reader? If so, what did you read?
I’m asthmatic, and in the 50’s and early 60’s when I was growing up, there were no inhalers like there are today. Each time I had an attack, I was hospitalized, and so I spent a lot of time in bed. Reading was my escape. I loved Nancy Drew books as well as the Donna Parker series. As I got older, I became interested in historical novels, especially those dealing with Ancient Egypt, Greece, and Rome. Gradually, I gravitated towards romance novels. Today, my reading taste is eclectic, although I don’t read horror or erotica.

Let’s talk about your writing. Why do you write?
I write because I have to. It’s a need, the same as eating and breathing. When I was teaching, my favorite part of the curriculum was teaching writing and poetry. I loved encouraging the students to write stories—not really a fan of essay writing, but I taught it too. Now, I feel the stories piling up in my head. I go somewhere and the ideas just come. My greatest thrill as a writer comes from hearing people tell me how much they love my books.

Tell us about your latest book.
All For Love is a romance suspense with an underlying theme of overcoming your fears and self-doubts, and learning to trust again. It’s set in the winter, primarily in Vermont. Olivia is a bodyguard hired to protect a young skier whose life is in danger as well as the girl’s father, a famous author who’s been targeted for revenge.

What inspired you to write this particular book?
There were a number of factors that came into play. I watched a lot of the Olympic skiing last year and I really admired the women competing on such treacherous slopes. My granddaughter is an avid cross-country skier and I knew she’d like the premise of the novel. The other primary motivator was watching people I know overcome tremendous obstacles for the sake of others, especially others bent on revenge for perceived injustices. I hate bullying, and I wanted to write a book where the bully didn’t win, even when he cheated.

Are you a plotter or a pantzer?
I taught English for almost thirty years—taught outlining, plotting, doing character sketches, finding goals and motivation, but when I started writing, all that went out the window. I’ve tried writing the synopsis first, but when I attempt to force the plot in a specific direction, it just doesn’t work. So, I’m a pantzer. I give my characters control of the story and let them take it away. Sometimes I don’t know how the story’s going to end until it happens. I do have a rough idea of where I want it to go, but my characters often surprise me.

Does your faith affect your writing? How?
My faith is part and parcel of who I am. I have some strong opinions, so there are certain topics and types of books I won’t touch. My imagination and talent are God-given, and I think He’s the one who writes the novels with me. He’s my muse. There are often times that something said in the minister’s sermon or in conversation with her ends up in the book. One of my novels, In Plain Sight, grew out of an incident when I was involved in an Easter pageant.

Do you put yourself in your books?
Always. Who I am comes across in the dialogue. I had a friend who read Fire Angel, and when she finished the book she swore Alexis was modeled after my daughter. She was partially right. All of my heroes and heroines are based on the qualities I admire in people. Similarly, my villains represent those I think poorly of or despise.

What is the coolest, wackiest, most risk-taking thing you’ve ever done?
I’m a roller coaster fanatic. I went to Cedar Point in Ohio and rode all the coasters in the park. I’m barely tall enough for the stand-up one. I rode roller-coasters when I was seven months pregnant, so that’s probably the riskiest thing I’ve done.

What is the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you?
I had my children close together so I was used to cutting their meat. At a fancy dinner, I reached for the plate beside me and started to cut the man’s beef. He stopped me and told me he could handle it. Everyone laughed, but I was really embarrassed.

LOL. That’s so funny, Suzanne. Introduce us to the main character in All for Love.
Olivia is a feisty red head with a Scottish temper. She often speaks without thinking and then regrets her words almost as soon as they’re out. A first class skier, she was an Olympic hopeful until her fiancĂ© and her cousin were killed in an avalanche. Since she blamed herself, she gave up skiing and moved away from her home in Colorado to Philadelphia. Determined to help others, Livy had planned to become a police officer, but instead got a job with a personal security company working as a bodyguard. She’s had a tough time getting the respect she needs from her male coworkers who tend to judge by appearances, but she’s earned her stripes. She’s a crack shot, has had survivalist training, and will do whatever it takes to protect her charge, even if that means taking a bullet for them. Her favorite story is from the Arabian Nights and it’s the story of Scheherazade who offers herself as the sultan’s new wife to save the lives of others.

Thank you for having me here today.

It’s my pleasure.



More About All for Love

To overcome your fear, you must first face it.

Someone is out to destroy Greg Simmons and everyone he has ever loved. After an accident leaves his teenage daughter depressed and distraught, Greg will do anything to make her happy again.
Olivia Marshall lost both her fiancé and her cousin in a deadly avalanche. She has vowed never to set foot on a ski hill again. But now, working as a bodyguard with Anderson Security, Olivia must face her greatest fears to save Greg and his daughter.

Something about Olivia’s determination strikes a chord in Greg, but will she be the salvation he needs, or will he be her destruction?

You can find All for Love on GoodReads

About Suzanne

Susanne Matthews grew up as an avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. Today, she has made her dreams come true. A retired educator, she now gets to spend her time writing, so she can share her adventures with her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

Susanne lives in Cornwall, Ontario with her husband. She has three adult children and five grandchildren. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, chatting on the Internet with her writer friends, and hearing from her readers.

You can find and contact Susanne here:

Website: http://mhsusannematthews.ca/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SLMauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jandsmatt
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7009276.Susanne_Matthews
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Susanne-Matthews/e/B00DJCKRP4/
Google+: https://plus.google.com/+SusanneMatthews/posts

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