Saturday, May 16, 2015

Story Saturdays

99 cent sale books:

The Life and Times of Lucas McGilley
*teen romance

Pink
*#1 Christian/Teen Relationships

Changin' Hearts (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 1
*teen romance

The Quarter
*Southern Romance

Love Dangerously
*Romantic Suspense

653: Rise of the Sun
*Christian Sci-fi Romance

Kindle Unlimited:

MISSING (The Sanders Family Series) Book 1
FOUND (The Sanders Family Series) Book 2

Note:  Due to an oversight on my part, "653: Rise of the Sun" is still at 99cents. I've decided to leave it for another week, so be sure to download your copy before the sale expires on Friday, May 22nd.

What's Up Next:  I am working on the third and final book of the Billionaire Boys Club series. I appreciate the patience of everyone pensively waiting for it. I am also working on the third and final book in the Rodeo Girl series. Those two books are my main focus, but I have a number of others cooking in my brain, including a great deal of YA.

To my email subscribers, I will give away another free PDF copy of one of my books on August 1st, so tell your friends to sign up! Sign-ups can be done in the right-hand column of the blog. Subscriptions are powered by FeedBlitz and free of spam.

Today's excerpt comes from one that promises to be extremely cute and sweet. Remington Saddler got caught toilet papering the neighbor's house and his friends have left him with clean-up duty. The neighbor's daughter, Shylar Raymond thought she'd be nice to him. But maybe that was a bad idea ...

Excerpt:

Shylar Raymond stared through the window at the boy bagging toilet paper on their lawn and wondered why he’d ever found that a fun thing to do. Nights were for sleeping and Pastor Mathis had said they were to love their neighbor, not destroy their neighbor’s things. Plus, the boy didn’t seem too happy about cleaning up. Had he given that any thought before doing something so rash?

“Shy-shy, fix me a drink.”

Shylar looked down at her younger sister, Emily, and turned away from the window. Taking her hand, she walked with her into the kitchen, accepting the plastic sippy cup being waved in her face.

“You’ve outgrown that,” she said, filling the cup with fruit drink. “Mom told you to use a glass from now on.”

Unconcerned, her sister nabbed the cup and strolled off.

At least, she hadn’t tried to fill it herself. The last time she’d done that she’d poured almost all of it in the floor instead.

A new thought poked into her thinking. Maybe the boy would like something to drink. Switching cabinets, she dug out a red plastic cup, filled it with soda, and made her way out the front door.

The boy’s back was to her, his shirt sticky with sweat. Not wanting to startle him, she called out first. “Hey.”

He either didn’t hear her or didn’t care she was speaking because, his head ducked, he trudged on, a black garbage bag at his feet. She left the stoop and crossed the grass to try again. “Hey,” she said louder.

Still nothing. Stepping yet closer, she noticed earbuds. A wire snaked from his pocket over his shoulder to his ears. She reached out and tapped him on the sleeve.

Startled, he swung his elbow, the pointed bone impacting her teeth, and, eyes squeezed shut, she stumbled backward, upending the cup of soda, and landing hard on her rump. A steady throb formed in her bottom lip, the flesh pulling tight.

“Stupid,” he said. “What’d you go and scare me for?”

“I called,” she said, the pain in her mouth growing, “but you couldn’t hear me.” Actually, what she said sounded more muffled than that with her swollen lip. Her eyes swam with tears that she did her best to shove back.

“Here,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “If you’d been more careful, you wouldn’t look like a walrus right now.”

A walrus? Here, she was doing something nice, and he’d call her names? The tears she didn’t want to release came anyway and, a sob escaping, Shylar turned tail and ran.

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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

The Prayer of Faith

"And when praying, do not use needless repetitions as the Gentiles do, for they expect to be listened to because of their multitude of words.  (Mt 6:7 WNT)

There is one way to get an answer to prayer and it isn't through the length of time spent in prayer, the volume or quality of the words used, even the number of people that are agreeing with us on the same thing. The Bible does speak of agreement in prayer, but this verse in Matthew makes it clear that we cannot harass God into sending us an answer. (Mt 18:19)

A continued reading of the next few verses brings us to the heart of the issue.

Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? (Mt 6:30)

Now, there are a number of other important keys to prayer in the verses between verse 7 and verse 30, but I want to concentrate on the final phrase, "O ye of little faith". The thing that prevents our answer isn't time. It isn't a spectacular angelic visitation or the numbers of prayers lifted at once. It isn't how well we speak or how little.

The key is faith.

Faith pleases God, and without faith, we cannot please God. (Heb 11:6) Why? Because "he that cometh to God must believe that he is." Referring back to Matthew 6:30, we can see this same thought.

The key to having faith is to know God and to believe God implicitly.




I once heard a preacher say to never make a plan B. That has always stuck with me. Having a plan B, a "just in case God doesn't answer" prayer, negates the power of faith to start with. The fact is, we're either believing God 100% or we're not believing Him at all. Any tiny seed of doubt creeping in will stop your prayer in its tracks. (Mt 14:31;Mk 11:23)

"But, Suzanne, everyone has doubts."

Everyone is besieged by doubt, yes, and the devil would love us to give in, so he continually pokes thoughts into our heads that will feed that doubt if we let it. We doubt ourselves, our circumstances, current politics, friends and family members ... Our every day existence gives a million reasons to doubt.

But there's the thing. There's never any reason to doubt God, and once you know that, once you have that deep in your heart, your prayer takes on a whole new meaning. It becomes not, "Maybe God might do this for me," but "My God WILL do this for me."

Meaning, prayers of faith, based on specific promises in the Word, for the blessings God has promised His children - salvation, healing, health, prosperity, to name a few. You cannot have faith for things outside of the will of God. You also cannot interject things into the will of God that aren't there to begin with. But for what you need, right now, today, God will hear and answer the voice of faith.

I like what I read just this past week. When your will doesn't line up with His, He'll change that, too.  (Php 2:13) That comforts me. My loving, heavenly Father, even when the doubts won't shut off, even when I'm perhaps not square on exactly what He wants for me, is constantly working to perfect His will in my life.

I need only trust Him enough to release what's in me and put my faith in His heart to do it.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Sunday Photographs

The summer heat has begun. Blinding sun and lots of humidity are great for the flowers, however. And the grass. Imagine mowing an acre every few days. Yeah. You got it.

Enjoy the pics!

Orange-Yellow Canna
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Red Gladiola
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Mourning Dove
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Bald Cypress Leaves
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Canna Leaf
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Green Tree Frog
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Story Saturdays

Welcome to all new email subscribers. I hope you enjoy the free book in yesterday's subscriber giveaway. If you enjoy it, be sure to leave me a review. If you aren't a subscriber to my blog yet and you missed the giveaway, I'll be having another in a few months. You can subscribe by visiting the right-hand column of the blog or by clicking the "sign up" button on Facebook. (All emails are powered by Feedblitz and free of spam).

Also, I had a comment on my excerpt of CLARA from two weeks ago. Unfortunately, I cannot reply to comments on the blog, so to respond publicly - the book is still being written and hopefully will be completed before the end of the year. Stay tuned to the blog for release information.

On Sale for 99cents:

I Kissed The Boy Next Door
*best-selling teen romance

Changin' Hearts (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 2
*new release!

Pink
*teen romance

Love Dangerously
*romantic suspense

Look for my newest YA, Changin' Hearts, to be for sale at other websites within the next couple weeks.

Upcoming Books:

Here's a sneak peak at two YA I'm working on. The top is a romantic suspense. The bottom what I'm calling sci-fi fantasy crossover.


Today's excerpt comes from a book that doesn't have a cover yet. Unusual for me. It does, however, have a title - ONE AND ONLY.

Josiah Fox has just watched stepmother number five leave for a trip to Cancun, minus his dad.

Excerpt:

He watched her go, wishing she’d stay gone longer than a month, then returned to the house. There was no sign of his dad anywhere, which meant he was probably having drinks at the club. Most likely, he hadn’t wanted to be here when she left and have to stare his failure in the eye again. He’d failed five times, more than that if you included his own mom. Josiah used to wonder how his dad got up in the morning and felt like a man at all, but anymore, he’d decided his dad didn’t. Instead, he drank away his endless marriages, numbing the pain with scotch or bourbon. He wasn’t a drunk exactly, but close enough.

He’d had to form his own idea of what a hero-slash-father-slash-husband was. Over the years, he’d picked traits he liked from friends’ parents, acquaintances he met at school or the church his mom used to attend, and melded them into a guy he called Ed. It sounded silly now, but as a boy it’d given him something to say when people asked about his dad. He’d describe Ed, and they’d be impressed, relieving him of the burden of telling the truth.

Ed was a pilot in the Air Force. His job kept him away from home, but he sent cards and gifts, bought him anything he needed. That part had been true. His actual dad never let them do without financially, but he never stepped into the role of father either. Ed, on the other hand, was the best dad ever. They played ball together, took father-son trips to the beach and the mountains, had season tickets to see the Knicks. The fact some of that didn’t mesh hadn’t mattered to him because it’d provided the security he needed, the belief that another human being cared about his life and he wasn’t the illegitimate son of a wealthy, neglectful, incapable entrepreneur.

Josiah changed his thoughts, setting his personal frustration aside, and turned on his computer. Bringing up a browser, he moved to a phone number search page and typed in “Treadwell, Brian.” There was one in his area, the address on Fishburne. Penning the number on a notepad, he reclined, thoughts of the girl raising his spirits.

“You want to make me your one and only?” she’d asked.

He wanted to have a one and only. He wanted to love someone so much he couldn’t see anything but her face, wanted to dedicate his life to making her happy, to be the man he’d dreamed up as a boy living in a single parent home. He wanted to be Ed, to treat a woman like his mom should have been treated, grow old with her and have fourteen grandchildren and a cemetery plot that took up an entire block.

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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday Photographs

*Note to email subscribers: On May 1st, I will provide a download to a FREE PDF copy of my latest book to all email subscribers. If you have any friends who like my work, encourage them to subscribe to the blog. Emails are powered by Feedblitz and free of spam. Sign up can be done in the right-hand column of the blog as well as on FB.

The weather has warmed, the days reaching the mid to upper 80s. It is also lovebug season. The little pests are everywhere. That said, evenings are nice and a good time to sit outside.

I have a few flower pictures today from around the yard. Enjoy!

Amaryllis
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Daylily
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Water Lily
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Blanket Flower
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Story Saturdays


 99 Cent Sale Books:

Teen Romance
Kickin' Hearts (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 1

Preorder
Changin' Hearts (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 2
Release May 1




99 Cent New Releases:*

Teen Romance

Romantic Suspense

Western Historical
Heaven & Hell (Western Women) Book 2

*For all online sale outlets please visit the blog. All prices are as of the blog release date and are subject to change at any point in time.




 A Note On Unfinished Series:

I had an inquiry about the third and final book in the "Billionaire Boys Club" series, "Wolfe". I am working on this story and should release it well before the end of the year. It will have a new book cover that better fits the character I've created.

I also have "Wings2" in the process, but this story is mentally taxing and will take me into next year. It will be worth it when it's complete, however. Trust me.

I also have Book 2 of the "Cyborg Romance Series", "853:  Spawn" begun. This one is much later on my working list, but will be completed at some point in time.


A Note to Subscribers:

I am grateful for each of you. I know I provide a mixed bag of posts and hope you find that appealing. I am going to be doing some email subscriber only giveaways this year, so look for those in the upcoming weeks.


Today's excerpt comes from a historical fiction entitled, "CLARA".

Excerpt:

Jasper halted near a large oak tree, sprouted center of the field, and turned his eyes upward where a thousand points of light flickered. Clara followed suit. But in doing as he did, she dragged his gaze away to the curve of her cheek, the full pillow of her lips, the delicate slope of her shoulders.

“I’ve never seen it this beautiful,” she said, wonder in her voice. “Not since my girlhood. I’d forgotten what that was like.” She spread her arms as if embracing the atmosphere. “I ran away once …”

“You ran away?” he asked, his voice husky.

If she noticed, she didn’t remark on it. “I was eight. I became angry at my mother for refusing me a brooch for my dress. Silly of me … I see that now, but when you’re eight …”

She didn’t finish, but nor did she need to.

“They found me, of course. A girl of eight couldn’t get far without crying for her mother, but I remember, at one point, standing in a wide, open space like this and thinking there was so much above and not near as much beneath.” She revolved in place, her hands grasping the air, ending the movement facing him. “Jasper, how long’s it been?”

“Since what?” he asked.

“Since we met.” She made a step forward. “A year? It feels like a year. I’ve known you a year, and we’re here because we both want to pledge …” She paused. “I am too outspoken.”

She reversed, but he narrowed the gap again.

“It’s been a day,” he said. “You arrived yesterday.”

“A day.” She spoke it breathy, in a whisper. “Only a day.”

“A good day,” he continued. “The best day I’ve ever had.”

Her eyes lit. In them, she held all the secrets of the night, the reason the moon glowed, bright, overhead, and the constellations took their seasonal form. It was as if by looking close enough, hard enough, he’d know all he’d ever lacked and come away better for it.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Good Things

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it [faith] the elders obtained a good report.  (Hebrews 11:1-2)

Verse one of this passage gives us the definition of faith. Verse two gives us the results.

Most believers have grasped hold of the thought that walking by faith requires calling for the promises of God, though we don't currently see them manifested. The dog analogy is commonly used in explanation - if the dog is at your feet, then you don't have to call it. Therefore, there's no faith involved.





We've missed an important key by skimming over verse 2, however - by faith the elders obtained a GOOD REPORT.

Good.
Good.
Good.

Good. adj. 1.  morally excellent; virtuous; righteous; pious 2.  satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree 3.  of high quality; excellent 4.  right; proper; fit 5.  well-behaved 6.  kind, beneficent, or friendly 7.  honorable or worthy; in good standing (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/good)

The elders didn't have a good report before they walked by faith, but walking by faith gave them a good report.

That meant they'd have enough of whatever they lacked in a high quality, that the situation they faced would be righteous and beneficial to all concerned, and the people they'd have to work with would be kind and friendly.

That's why God created the world and said, "It is good." He saw it by faith. (v3) That's why Abel offered sacrifice. He offered it in faith. (v4) That's why Enoch didn't see death. He walked in faith. (v5) Why Noah built a boat to save his house. He believed the good report they would survive. (v7) Why Abraham made a very long trip not knowing where he'd end up. He had faith in God's ability to lead him. (v8)

All of these, and the others listed in Hebrews 11, saw the GOOD REPORT of God's provision long before they ever had the actual answer. So the next time you find yourself in a difficult or distressing situation, get your head screwed on right first.

You're obtaining a GOOD REPORT so that you can follow the greatest example of faith ... Jesus Christ.

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds. (Hebrews 12:1-3)


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Sunday Photographs

The weather is warming up here. It's been in the upper 80s (F) all week. Lots to see if you go outdoors ... if I bring my camera to record it. I've been lackadaisical about that lately. As a result, only two pictures this week.

Enjoy!

Green Anole
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My dog, Ginger
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Sunday Photographs

Happy Easter. May you and your family celebrate Christ's Resurrection.

Amaryllis
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False Iris (Neomarica) 3/24/2015
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Sandhill Crane Chick
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

God Thinks BIG

Image from: ©Mammifères marins de la Côte-Nord via Ocean Conservation Society

Sometimes God thinks BIG.

He saved a man and his family and two of every kind of creature from an earth-dissolving flood by enclosing them in a single boat. (Ge 8:1)

He split the entire Red Sea, 169,113 square miles of water, in order to cross some two and one-half million men, women and children to the other side  on dry land, then crushed the enemy army in one huge wave. (http://www.askelm.com/secrets/sec107.htm)

He resurrected a dead man who'd been gone for three days, healed another being let down through a roof. He touched blind eyes, made a leper whole, fed five thousand people with a handful of bread. (Jn 11:34;Mk 2:4;Mt 11:5;Mt 15:30;Mk 6:44)

God is god of BIG things. He can move mountains into the sea. (Mt 21:21;Mk 11:23) He'll make you the head and not the tail, above and not beneath. (Deu 28:13) There's nothing too big for Him to handle, no sickness too strong He cannot heal it, no person's life too large, He won't reach down and change it forever.

He is able. He is willing. He will do it. (Jn14:4;2Co 9:8;1Th 5:24)



But God is god of SMALL things, too.

He fed a prophet with a group of ravens.(1Ki 17:6)

He defeated an army of an estimated 135,000 soldiers with only three hundred men. (Jdg 6:5;Jdg 7:7;Jdg 8:10)

He killed a mighty Philistine using the slingshot of a boy. (1Sa 17:50)

He brought to earth the Savior of the world through the faith of a young girl. (Lk 1:34)

God sees the small things, knows their intricate nature, the finest thoughts in man's heart. He will provide for needs and desires we've given up on because we said, "God's too big for that." What we thought He ignored, He didn't. What we thought He didn't care about, He does. What we thought was too huge for Him was in actuality very, very small.

No sin, no sickness, no financial failure is out of His scope. The devil will never be stronger than God, smarter than God, and definitely not more powerful. This is, after all, The Almighty, The Great I Am, who can do everything from give light to the earth to comfort an adulteress fallen at His feet. (Jn 12:3)

God exists outside of time, outside of distance, outside of size. He never sleeps, never quits, never gives up. (Ps 121:3)

Comfort yourself with that.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.