Saturday, August 31, 2013

Story Saturday - New Jersey

I have a new young adult release - ICHABOD & PENELOPE. Only 99 cents. Currently only available at Amazon, but it will be up at Barnes & Noble in the next few days.


★★★★★ "I was almost crying in this book. Once you find out what Devon has witnessed to and what happened during his childhood, your heart just breaks. Georgia's words of encouragement were amazing. I love the cover of the book; it's so beautiful. I appreciated the Bible verses and the stuff she wrote in her novel (no the book is not religious). My only complaint is how abrupt the story ended; it was too quick."

"Overall, a beautiful story that brought me to tears."

Also, look for four of my audiobooks at Audible, Amazon, and itunes. Hear the stories come alive.


Today's excerpt comes from an upcoming ya entitled NEW JERSEY. In this scene, Elliot Jersey has shown up on the doorstep of the Russell's in the midst of a rainstorm.

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. (2Co 5:17)

“I know you mean well, and I appreciate your taking me in. I … I don’t know what I would have done.” He curled and uncurled his fingers. “I have no problem with your other rules, but I can’t do this one. No one’s ever ‘accepted me always.’ At some point, I’ll mess up. Maybe badly. Maybe it’ll be over India.”

The air sucked from the room.
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Elliot Jersey’s life had always been bad, but the night his dad threw him out was the worst. Sick with the flu, having nowhere to go, he makes a fateful decision. To walk six miles in a torrential downpour and stay with the Russells. They’ve always been kind to him.

And he’s right. Their hearts open, they take him in for however long he needs. Yet self-doubt and years of abuse cloud his thinking. No one ever loves him for no reason. He’ll simply never fit in.

Especially, not after he and their beautiful daughter, India, find physical attraction spiraling them toward the edge.
 
 

EXCERPT:

“Looks like this weather’s set in for a couple days. That means Mom and Dad won’t be coming back tomorrow like they planned.”
India Russell acknowledged her brother’s announcement with a rushed, “That so?” and gave Elliot space to enter. He stepped inside, but halted dripping on the doormat.
“Say, what are you …” her brother began to ask, rounding the corner.
“Jersey’s here,” she said.
“Jersey?” His eyebrows lifted. “Dude, you look awful.”
“Give him a break, Den, he walked.”
A second brotherly head appeared from the direction of the kitchen. “Jersey. ‘Sup?”
“What’s up is he’s wet and soaking Mom’s floors,” India complained. “So how about you stop eating for once, fetch some towels, and see what you’ve got he can put on. I’m thinking he needs to start with a shower.”
Her brother, Isaiah, shot her a look, but meekly obeyed, stuffing the last bite of a roll in his mouth on his way up the stairs.
“While you’re up there,” she called, “see if you can find that cough medicine.”
She didn’t bother to check if he’d heard, but returned her gaze to Elliot. “Where have you been?” she asked. “You missed service last week.”
The church made regular stops around town picking up less fortunate members, and he typically caught a ride in the van. But he’d been absent.
“I couldn’t get there,” he said. He gave another hoarse cough and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
India took in his slumped form. He didn’t sound good at all, and six miles in the rain couldn’t have helped.
Isaiah reappeared, a couple towels in hand, a set of clothes, and the required box of cough medicine. India left him holding the clothes and shook out a bath towel.
“Okay, first, you get out of that mess,” she said, nodding toward his sodden clothing. “Start with the shoes.”
Elliot stooped over crookedly and peeled off his shoes and socks, one hand clenched on his shorts. His socks hit the floor with a splat.
“Man, Jersey, look at your feet.” Isaiah said.
They were a sight. Blistered and cracked, pale from wading through what must have been miles of water, and bleeding on the heel.
“We have ointment and bandages,” India said.
Elliot went to pick up his socks, but she waved him off. “Leave it.” She motioned to him. He focused his blue-eyed gaze on her, unwavering. “And wrap yourself in the towel. You can use the downstairs bathroom, through there.” She pointed.
Denny piped up. “I’d do as she says or she’ll lop your head off. She’s been running us ragged for three days.”
India shot him a look. “You Neanderthals have eaten almost all the food Mom left. We’re down to macaroni noodles and a can of tuna for tomorrow.”
“About that can of tuna,” Isaiah said.
“Don’t tell me.”
He grinned. “I was hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.”
She swung her gaze back to Elliot, who looked more and more exhausted, and softened her tone. “Just do it, Ell. Think leftover pot roast, medicine, and a bed.”
He gave a heavy nod and taking the dry clothes, wrapped himself in the bath towel and headed across the old house. At the click of the door down the hall, India turned around.
Her brothers were both staring at her.
“It must be bad at home,” she said, hoping to shift their attention away. “No one walks six miles in a storm like this.” She bent over and picked up Elliot’s socks. She motioned at the wet floor. “How about one of you fetch some of Dad’s rags and clean this up. Be useful for once.”
She angled left toward the laundry room, but Denny snatched her by the arm. “Indy, you have to call Mom about this. I’ve heard stories.”
Elliot’s wet socks chilled her fingers.
“He’s sick with something and looks like he hasn’t eaten in days,” she continued. He’d been careful to hang onto his pants, which were way too big. She freed herself from her brother’s grip and continued on her walk. “He can sleep in the spare room.”
“That’s not all I’m worried about,” he continued, undeterred.
Opening the lid to the clothes washer, she dumped Elliot’s socks in and shut the lid.
“Me either,” Isaiah said. His presence only increased the pressure.
She leaned on the washer’s cool metal edge.
“Indy, he has a … reputation. I heard Lisa Piero saying he backed her against a wall and she had to push him away.”
India wrinkled her brow. “Lisa? You can’t believe her. She’s told stories I know weren’t true.” She pulled herself upright and made to leave the washroom, but Isaiah prevented it.
He tapped her forehead with one finger. “You gotta think this out, Sis. Elliot seems like a nice guy, but he’s basically a stranger. We don’t really know much about him.”
He could only be more obvious if he hung a sign. She frowned.
“Call Mom,” Denny reiterated. “And I’ll clean up the mess.”
She nodded. She would have done that anyhow. “Okay. But you …” She stabbed a finger into Isaiah’s chest. “Do not go anywhere near that leftover pot roast. Swear it.”
He grinned and raised his right hand. “Yes’m.”

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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, August 28, 2013

Stop Playing Church

I wrote a scene the other day and heard the voices protesting it with every letter that I typed.

Don't say that.
Don't go there.

And it hit me afterward. So much of Christian writing has become about coddling Christians. It's there to keep us in our glorified bubbles, untouched by the world. Chaste. Innocent.

Gullible.

If I'm being totally honest (the only way I know how to be), the negative comments I've received were all from Christians. Picking the pole out of my eye, they fail to see the beam in their own. (Mt 7:3)

Yet it comes down to this:  in order to be light in the darkness, I need to portray the darkness as well. I can't avoid it or I fail as an author. I fail in the job God has set me to do.

Life's a bed of roses. No, it isn't. Stop playing church.  

Jesus came to save those who were lost, and He wasn't afraid to turn over a few tables, raise a few eyebrows to do it. He made waves. Drew a figurative line in the sand more than once and said, "Go ahead. Cross it." (Mt 18:11;Mt 21:12;Mk 11:15;Lk 19:10;Jn 8:7)\

But not as "make my day. Instead, "Let me make yours."

Jesus identified with our struggles. (Heb 4:15) He carried ALL our sin, the big ones and the little ones, and that is the essence of my writing. Not to make my bed on a cloud somewhere, untouched by the world. But to write life exactly as it is, sin-laden, and bring those characters back to a realization that despite all they've done, God still loves them.

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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, August 25, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs. As always, if you wish to see anything you've missed, visit my Photobucket album.

Day 230, Sunrise
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Day 231, White Peacock Butterfly
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Day 232, Gray Squirrel
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Day 233, Ruby-throat Hummingbird, Female
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Day 234, Cow
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Day 235, Giant Swallowtail Butterfly
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Day 236, Dancing Sandhill Cranes
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Black-bellied Whistling Duck in Flight
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Firespike
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Mexican Sunflower
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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, August 24, 2013

Summer Love Blog Hop






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Fall in love all over again. Feel-good, best-selling romance.

ME & TIMOTHY COOPER -- Seventeen-year-old Taylor Lawton has a crush on Timothy Cooper, a boy at her school. A turn of fate then throws them both for a loop. For an entire week, they will stay beneath the same roof. Will this be too much togetherness? What is Timothy's painful secret?

I KISSED THE BOY NEXT DOOR -- The new boy next door is not so new. To Lucy McKinsey, he's a face from her past and a childhood memory of summer camp and a dare. Kiss Jackson Phillips. But what a fourteen-year-old would do to impress her friends, changes in three years. Right? Yet this time Jackson isn't the same as he was. What is the pain he carries inside? Can a well-meant kiss cure the boy next door?

THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE -- Accidents happen to Daphne Merrill a lot. So falling face-down at the feet of Carter Pruitt while on vacation was simply another in a long list of her misfortunes. Yet what started out as the worst day ever is looking up with each minute that passes. Is it possible he actually likes her for who she is? Or is he yet another person laughing behind her back?



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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.
































Thursday, August 22, 2013

Grace Awards Summer Launch



PAINT ME ALTHENA
Naomi Munsch

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Three years ago Ava Day lost her way. She abandoned her artist husband Ethan and their small daughters, convinced they'd be better off without her. Hiding as Althena Bell, she's buried love and searched for identity in painting her fantasy art again. She's also moved in with Dan, a fellow whose idea of artistic expression is the ink on his arms and a purring street bike dressed in chrome.

After Ava left, Ethan found refuge in a new faith encouraged to grow by lovely young widow Jackie Meyer. Now he's wondering if it's time to give up on Ava and move on.

But when Ava's bohemian lifestyle sours, danger lands her in the haven of Ethan's home again. Her children no longer know her, and her heart aches over the past. But is regret enough to bring about reconciliation? Without faith, courage, and the power of forgiveness can Ethan's safety net hold?




OUT OR BLOOD

$5.99


Dialysis nurse, Danielle Battershawn's, life is turned upside down when her identical twin is murdered. As she strives to deal with yet another death, the killer sets his sights on eliminating her. Can handsome security consultant, Tyler Covington, keep her alive?









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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, August 21, 2013

Stir It Up!

Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. (2Ti 1:6-7)


You let your gift grow idle. You assumed it would keep working even if you took a break, put up your feet, lay down for a while.

A siesta. A respite. A nap.

But while you were catchin' z's time moved by and other stuff crept in until the very thought of using your gift became a curiosity. 

"Yeah, I used to do that ages ago."

It happened to Timothy, and Paul gave him the solution. "Stir it up," he said. "Stir up this thing God gave you. The thing I laid hand on you for. The thing power flowed from God through me into you with the ability, the strength, and the fearlessness to do."

"God called you. God set you apart. God. The Almighty. The All-Sufficient one. The best backup there is. So what are you waiting for, what are you afraid of? What, son in the faith?"

Stir it up!

The phrase in the Greek is an interesting one. It means to rekindle a fire. To fan the flames. Add fresh fuel. (Clarke, e-sword) But do it knowing God's behind you. These verses go together.

Stir it up! And then you won't be afraid.
Stir it up! And then you'll see God's power in your thoughts.
Stir it up! And then you'll feel the true majesty of the love of God.

Don't just sit there, my friend. STIR IT UP! 

What is it God has for you to do? What instruction did He whisper in your ear early one morning that you forgot about? Stir that up!

YOU do it. Because until you get off your can and push yourself towards it. Until you actually RUN the race, you'll still be sitting in the same spot tying your shoes. And the goal will be just as far off as it ever was.

Stir it up! And then you won't need to be revived. The very thought of revival implies something died, something that shouldn't have, something that should be as alive today as it was when you first received it, as alive as that moment when God came down and you took that initial step of faith.

God didn't give you a gift to keep it wrapped in a pretty package with a nice bow.  

He said, "Unwrap it and use it. I'm right here behind you with everything you'll ever need to complete the task."

So do it. Stir up that gift and see where it takes you.

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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, August 18, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs. As always, if you wish to see anything you've missed, visit my Photobucket album.

Day 223, Brown Anole
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Day 224, Mistflower
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Day 225, Jewel Spider
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Day 226, Lantana
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Day 227, My Front Yard
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Day 228, Grasshopper
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Day 229, Saddlebags Dragonfly
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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.

Story Saturdays

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