Sunday, December 28, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Just saw this morning that I'd missed not one, but two, Sundays to share a few photographs with you. As I impale myself mentally for the oversight, here's what I have to catch up:

My big Christmas tree

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Sunrise 12/18/2014 photo 500-DSC_3646_zps2ec43614.jpg

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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, December 27, 2014

Story Saturdays

On Sale for 99 CENTS (these will last only a few more days):


New books for 99 CENTS:

PEEPING TOMBOY - Amazon, Barnes & Noble, KOBO
STEELE (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 2 - Amazon, Barnes & Noble, KOBO
GRAY - Amazon, Barnes & Noble, KOBO

My words in other places:

Be sure to visit the GNFA blog and read my post entitled, "What I Learned Watching Hallmark Movies."

Also, author Laura J. Marshall and I are working on a novella series set in 18th century Scotland. To see the book cover reveal and read an excerpt, visit her post at the GNFA blog.

On writing:

I have been called to write, but not everything I write is meant to comfort Christians. That's all well and good, we are told to "exhort one another." (Heb 3:13) But we are not to do so at the expense of putting out our light. (Mt 5:15) Remember the story of the ten virgins? Five of them put no oil in their lamps. Perhaps, they were too busy having fun, their feet propped up, wedding cake in their hands, to consider the coming of the bridegroom. They not only missed him, they didn't help anyone else see him either.

The story which follows in that same chapter of Matthew (ch.25) is just as moving. Given a small sum of money, one man multiplied it, another buried it in the sand. Which person are you? These thoughts move me and keep me writing ... for those who need to hear it and in a manner that encourages them listen.

And when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto his disciples, Why eateth your Master with publicans and sinners? But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. (Mt 9:11-13)


I am currently finishing HEAVEN & HELL, book two (the final book) of the Western Women Series, which began with HEAVEN & EARTH. That will be today's excerpt, but not the next release. That (hopefully) will be a historical short story entitled, I WILL NEVER SAY GOODBYE.

“I cannot find my way alone,” Serefina said softly.

His arms came around her, his hands landing in the middle of her back, and he pulled her to him. She leaned there, her cheek on his shoulder, his strength solid beneath her hands. Her eyes burned with tears she refused to shed, the corners dampening, and deep within her heart a tiny speck of hope glowed. For once, she didn’t toss it aside, but fearful, clung with all her might.


Penniless and alone, Serefina Aguilar has nowhere to go but south to an unknown uncle her recently deceased aunt only ever spoke unkindly about. It seems the downward spiral of her life really is the spiritual test she’s been told.

But, as long as she covers her greatest sin, the flaming red locks on her head, she can keep herself pure and make it to heaven. She hopes.

Except a horrible encounter with a bank robber and a handsome man named Matthew Todd seem destined to send her to hell … and worse, take along with her what might be her only chance at love.

Book 2 and the completion of the Western Women Series by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.


She whirled.

It was the first good look he’d had at her face, and he was surprised to find her so very young. Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks disappeared beneath the edges of the bonnet.

“You hungry?” he asked.

She wavered then, licking her lips, and her stomach made a tremendous gurgle. Her face flushed. “It seems so.”

“Then come inside. I’ll buy you something to eat.”

He expected her to leap at the chance, but she didn’t.

“Perhaps this is a test,” she said, instead. “It’s better sometimes to be lean than to fill oneself with excess.”

Excess? What was her problem? A religious type, perhaps. That’d be the other reason she was so uptight.

He tossed his head. “You can order porridge if you like. That doesn’t seem excessive.”

 “Perhaps a biscuit.”

Matthew shrugged. “Fine, a biscuit. Come in, and I’ll make sure Sal brings you one.”

“That woman is destined for the fires of hell.”

Matthew wanted to laugh, but didn’t, because the girl was serious. To his thinking, she had serious misunderstanding of the Scripture. Sal might be grumpy, but that didn’t mean she was destined anywhere. He wouldn’t argue the point.

“Hell or no, she cooks good food. Now, you coming in with me or not?”

The girl hesitated a moment longer then nodded. He held the door and motioned her through, leading her across the room to the table where Evander sat. He pulled out her chair, something that, again, made her pause. But finally, she sat.

Taking his own seat, he waved at Sal.

“I thought I told her to get,” she snapped.

Matthew smiled at the old woman. “You did, and I invited her to eat with me. Bring two of your biggest biscuits and give me the bill.”

Her mouth compressed, Sal said nothing else and headed for the kitchen.

Matthew picked up the bite he’d been about to consume moments ago. The girl glared at him. Right, excess. He stuffed it in his mouth anyway.

“Am I headed to hell for that?” he asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “Everyone can be redeemed.”

Evander was amused, laughter pushing at his lips. That didn’t help the girl’s attitude any.

“What do I have to do to get that?” Matthew asked. “Does buying your meal count toward my salvation?”

“You make fun of the Good Book.”

He dropped his fork. “I believe in the Good Book, but the version I heard involved love, not sacrifice.”

She silenced then, unspeaking.

Sal returned, slinging a plate with two biscuits onto the table. She barely turned her head to see if it landed, but stomped off.

Matthew couldn’t stop his laugh from emerging. “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Old Sal is headed to hell.”

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, December 7, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Spent the majority of my week decorating the house for Christmas and only have one tree left to put up - the big one. Might get to that today.

Weather has been a-w-e-s-o-m-e, the kind that makes me glad I live in Florida during December, and yeah, you should be jealous. :)

Included in this week's images is a shot of the full moon and a brown anole sunning.

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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, December 6, 2014

Guest Author - Tammy Doherty

I'd like to feature a guest author today, Tammy Doherty, who has an exciting new book out, SHE'S MINE. You can connect with Tammy on her Facebook page.

What is your story about?

‘She’s Mine’ is about a young woman who’s being stalked. Caitlin Harrington only went on a couple, casual dates with Adam but he felt their relationship was something much more. When she moves back to her childhood home, taking a new teaching job, Caitlin is sure she’s left Adam behind. But then ominous notes start showing up on her front door. Someone locks her in the church basement. Flat tires, shadowy figures in her yard at night…did Adam followed her? Sean Taggart is attracted to Caitlin except for her aloof attitude. And getting “locked” in an unlocked basement – she just might be a little crazy. Still, something about Caitlin draws Sean. He’d like to help her vanquish whatever demon is spooking her. When Sean learns the truth, can he rescue Caitlin before stalking turns to murder?

I love romantic suspense. What was the most surprising part of the plot for you?

When I wrote the first draft of this novel, I always knew Adam was the “bad guy” but I wanted his true identity to be a surprise. I got almost three-quarters of the way through the writing with still no idea how to create that plot twist. Then one afternoon I sat at the lakeside chatting with a friend who I don’t get to see often enough. She tossed out some ideas for the twist, without knowing the intricate details of the story. One of them clicked. I went home and started working on that idea right away. What took me by surprise was seeing all the ways I’d hinted at this revelation before I even knew about it!

Chemistry between characters is so key. What makes your main characters mesh so well?

Sean is a rescuer. Caitlin is determined to be independent. She views her father as chauvinistic and any man who tries to tell her what to do gets the same label. So when Sean rescues Caitlin the first time and tries to insist she go to the hospital, they should clash. Yet Sean is gentle in his insistence and backs down when Caitlin resists. His willingness to let her be independent and take care of herself draws Caitlin to want more and more to rely on Sean. I think the key to their relationship is Sean knowing how to pick his battles (and when to just do something without asking Caitlin first), and Caitlin recognizing when she needs to concede.

If you were to ask your characters one question, what would it be? What would be their answer?

That’s a hard one. Since it’s Christmas, I think I will ask them about that.

Me: Sean, what is your favorite Christmas memory?
Sean: When I was ten years old, it was my mother’s turn to host the family Christmas gathering (she and Aunt Charlotte took turns – now that my cousins are adults, we rotate each year between six houses). That year we had tons of snow before Christmas. Randy and I decided to go sledding down the side of our campground that is really steep. We got up so much speed – it was awesome. Unfortunately, the property ends in a very solid stone wall along that side, which was also overgrown with pricker bushes. Yeah, we crashed through all those thorns and then rammed into the stone wall. I broke my arm. But it was worth it!

Me: Caitlin, what’s your fondest Christmas memory?
Caitlin: The last Christmas my grandpa was alive. I wasn’t living with Grampa and  Gram yet but I did spend most of my time there. For whatever reason, our parents decided to let James and me spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day with our grandparents. We made cookies and then went out and played in the snow. There wasn’t much that year, just enough for a short snowball fight. Then we went back inside and Gram made us some hot cocoa to go with the still-warm-from-the-oven cookies. Oatmeal raisin, my favorite. (she pauses, staring into the distance as if watching it all play out on a movie screen. With a sigh, her focus comes back to the present.) That was the last Christmas before James joined the Navy, too. Best Christmas ever.

Be sure to pick up a copy of Tammy's new book at Amazon!

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.

Monday, December 1, 2014

FREE BOOK 12/1-3/2014

My latest teen romance, SECRET ADMIRER, is available as a FREE download from Amazon, December 1-3, 2014. Be sure to download your copy and share the news with a friend!

He turned his back to her and stepped away, then halted and revolved on one heel. “I can’t,” he said. He returned to where he’d been, and the quiet seemed to enclose them, his breath and hers the only noises besides the whisper of falling snow.


When a mysterious package marked “secret admirer” arrives, Esther Parrish is less interested in what’s in the box and more in Weston Cutter, the delivery boy. He’s handsome and charming.

A second encounter the following day seems to seal their mutual interest. They have a date.

But as her feelings for him grow, a series of unusual circumstances and the suspicions of her older brother begin to cast doubt on the man who’s captured her heart, and it all returns to the unknown gift. Whatever is in that box under the Christmas tree holds the key to a happy holiday.

Or does it?

A sweet teenage romance with the promise of the Christmas season by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

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.

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