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