Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Spring has finally arrived and the early season flowers are blooming. Enjoy!

Iris
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Iris
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Male Green Anole
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Amaryllis
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Gladiolus
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Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
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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, March 29, 2014

Story Saturday

FINALLY, Book 4 of the Italian Series will be released next week. SAY IT WITH FLOWERS tells the story of Benito Bottari. I'm already over halfway into Book 5 (the final book) so it shouldn't be too far behind. It's super special, just to tease you.


She sighed, the sound long, and returned her head to his shoulder. He held her there, and for one moment chose to pretend it was all right. For one moment.

And then the truth returned. She was engaged to someone else, and he had no place in it except to deliver the flowers.

His heart shoved into his throat.

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Benito Bottari fell in love the moment Arabella Howland walked in the door of his florist shop. However, her pending nuptials stand in the way.

It seems happiness is forbidden him again, and he must watch another woman leave with someone else.

Until a warning spoken by her best friend tells him all is not as it seems. Arabella’s in grave danger, and it’s up to him to stop it.

The beautiful tale of a man’s deepest love for the right woman by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.


Also...

I finished writing two YA this week. They're your excerpts today. Enjoy!



“Go out with me,” he said.

“Okay.”

“I’m crazy about you.”

She smiled and reached for his face, her fingertips dusting his jaw. His hand fell to a place between her shoulder blades.

“I’m crazy about you, too,” she said. “I don’t have to spend days with you to know how great you are.”

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Stuck at the grocery store with no way to get home, September Blessing accepts the only help available – that of cute bag handler, James Davis. After all, he went to Ferris High, has a job, and seems nice.

But a day later, a string of unforeseen circumstances and the start of a horrible rumor tears their true love apart. It looks like the only way for them to be together will be by telling a little white lie.

However, lies have a way of multiplying, and soon, the fiction they’ve created threatens to split them up, once and for all.

A story about the power of telling the truth from best-selling young adult author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.



He could do this. He could stand up on his own. For Arden because she needed him, and for once, he wouldn’t think of himself. A grunt expelled from his lips with his efforts, and upright, bobbling, he caught Arden’s eye.

“Gabriel …”

She stepped his way, but he waved her off.

“No. I’m going to do this.” He gripped the back of his chair, firming his stance. “I’m going to be the shoulder you can cry on,” he said. “Not the stupid boy in the chair.”

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Gabriel Allen wants to die. After the loss of his leg, there seems to be no reason to move on.

Until he meets Arden Vargus. A glimpse at her private pain finally wakes him up to the hope standing right in front of him. Her.

Only problem is she doesn’t believe he cares for her or that anything she’s said applies to herself. And that might just be the one thing he needs to show her she’s wrong.

A tender short story by best-selling young adult author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, of the healing power of love.



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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, March 26, 2014

Life Without Strings

There are two types of strings in writing. One ties things together, one scene to the next, a chapter to the one which follows. Those are good strings. Like an underpinning, they keep things from falling apart.

The other type of string pulls things apart. It restricts and binds. These keep me from writing at my best. I have found that the majority of these strings are self-imposed and mostly out of fear of judgment.

I've heard two sermons recently on judgment, and as a writer, I can definitely identify. I've had just about everything said of my writing that's humanly possible. Often, I think a comment can't be topped and then someone somehow does it. Yet writing is an opinionated employment. What one person likes, another can't stand.

I know I dislike Hemingway books. I read a second one of his stories simply to see if it was as bad as the first, and it was. I'm also not going to read fantasy novels. I've tried, but something about the abstract character of them galls me. I want my people to be people, not strange beings, and earth to be earth, gravity to still exist. Even in my two sci-fi-type stories, the basic facts of human existence are still true.

Those are just examples, but applying them to this thought of judgment, you can see they are formed by my own personal opinion, and opinion is selective. However, it's also prohibitive and, often, antagonistic. I perceive what you say about me to be harmful, when it may not have been, and as a result I find myself dwelling on that thought, turning it over and over and over.

Jesus spoke of judgment: Be not judges of others, and you will not be judged. For as you have been judging, so you will be judged, and with your measure will it be measured to you. (Mt 7:1-2 BBE)

This has both a positive and negative side. If I'm not being judgmental, then I will harvest freedom from it. However, if I am being judgmental, then that is what I will receive, and in the quantity that I planted it. Plant two tomato bushes and you will receive two harvests of tomatoes. Plant thirty and you receive that much more.

I wish sometimes I could take people aside who live their lives forcing judgment on others and say, "Look here," but the truth is I can't. I have to, instead, decide how I wish to receive their words. Do I want to take offense? (Mt 13:21) Or should I let my roots go down deep into the soil of God's Word, shake the dust off my feet, and move on? (Mt 10:14)

I admit I'm preaching a bit to myself on this one because the string of judgment has the weight of the greatest boulder sometimes. It wraps around my wrists bringing with it a sea of doubts. What if I overstep the bounds again? What if someone thinks this or that about what I've written?

I can't live there, and neither can you.

Here's my final thought. If we're to guard against how we receive judgment. Maybe we should also guard against giving it. I've met people on both sides of the writing aisle, Christian and non-Christian, and you know what? God loves them both. Yet from a personal experience, sometimes I'd rather hang with the non-Christians simply because they judge me less.

We all long to be accepted, and the church should really be the easiest, lightest place to be. (Mt 11:30) We are told to bear one another's burdens, that this will fulfill the law of Christ. (Gal 6:2) What a powerful word that is!  

Now, ask yourself if you're doing that, if you're using the strings in your hand to bind lives together or if you're using them to pull people apart.

It makes a huge difference to others and ultimately to yourself.



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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, March 23, 2014

Sunday Photographs

The citrus is in bloom and early morning, when the fog is laying across the front yard, it smells like the most amazing perfume factory. Wish I could bottle it and let you share. But alas ...

Here's this week's images. Enjoy!

Grasses
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Warbler
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Chipping Sparrow
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Orange Blossoms
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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, March 22, 2014

Story Saturdays

I've been giving away paperbacks all week on Facebook, and here's your chance to win another. I have two copies of my latest YA, WINGS (Paranormal Romance,  Book 1) to give away. To enter leave me a comment on this blog WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. (No email. No enter.)

*All entries must be for mailing addresses within the contiguous United States. Winners will be chosen randomly Monday, March 24, 2014.

I believe this book will really bless the parent and the teenager with its strong Resurrection message.

Early reviews:
"This is one of the best books I have ever read! I couldn't put it down once I started it. I will definitely read more by this author!"

"Wings is a book that once you start reading it is hard to find a place to stop ... This is not the typical teenage love story or an angel love story."

Here's this week's new book cover. Think ex-Brazilian soccer player and a girl with Icelandic heritage:


For your excerpts, I have storylines from Book 5 of the Italian Series, PLAY IT FOR ME, as well as another upcoming novella, TAKE ME AWAY. Enjoy!



Mesmerized, she lost herself in the pace of the city, in the flash and sparkle of a million lights and the slow, blinking pace of an airplane descending from the black sky behind distant high rises. The town’s ethereal glow captured everything, encapsulating it, dreamlike.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

Whirling, Kati faced the tall shape on the far side, her breath fleeing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He walked further into the room, and her lungs compressed. He was the invalid? But he was young and healthy and … extremely handsome.



A knock at the door broke into the conversation. She captured the phone in her palm and wandered from the kitchen into the foyer. The door made a sucking noise as it opened. One very similar to the one in her head at sight of the person on the stoop.

“Marianne … I … I wasn’t expecting you.”

Marianne, her older sister. If she was here, then that meant she intended to stay for a while. She never came without hanging around, and that was time she’d planned to spend preparing for her dream vacation.

“You’re busy. I’ll let you go,” Gator said.

Marianne’s gaze shifted to the phone. “Who’s that?”

Celia forced confidence into her tone. “That? That’s …” And the words fell out. “Gator, my fiancĂ©.”


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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, March 19, 2014

LifeForce


They took Him away. Hated. Shunned. Turning their faces aside because the form and shape of Him was so gruesome. Unrecognizable.

But inside, deep down where it counts, where the core of all decisions and choices are made, in the center of His being, was a Man who knew exactly how they felt. He recognized every sadness they’d ever dealt with, knew depression and mental anguish, anxiety, panic.

They didn’t look at Him, but He looked at them. With love in His eyes. Compassion. Mercy. For the very people who through fear and greed, lust for power and things, reasoned with themselves it was all God’s fault.

God did this. Save Yourself!

Yet beaten, bruised, mauled by their actions, He submitted, willing to take the blame for all the horrible things they’d ever done, ever would do. For generations of men led astray by the deceit of darkness. For those who worshipped Him not, had no respect or regard for His actions. Those who debased and devalued this moment in time.

For them He bore it all. All. Every. The lot. The entire weight of people with no clue that the Man they sought to extinguish was the very One who could save Him.

They thought they knew better, thought they’d figured it out, charted their paths, set their feet the direction they wanted to go, when all along what they were walking on was shifting, sending them deeper and deeper into the sands of time where once moored, they’d never get out. Never.

Unless at the bottom, stuck in place, faced with their own demise, they’d look up and see He did this for them. For their sins. For their mistakes. For their problems, turmoils, and troubles.

For the kid who ran away from home. For the child molested by his father, brother, neighbor. For the teen who got into drugs and grew up addicted. For the man in prison who stole or robbed or murdered. Yes, even for him. For those who’ve done the worst, most horrible crimes society can imagine.

As well as the housewife, who yelled at her husband. The husband who worked too late and swung at her. The children who viewed it and crouched together, eyes wide, wishing it’d stop.

The sailor, the soldier, the hero, the fallen. Those who died in wars, sacrificing themselves for the greater good.

The victims of holocausts whose lives were snuffed out without care.

The cancer sufferer. The cancer survivor. Anyone captured by decay and disease. Accident or misfortune. Natural calamity. Complete disaster.

Ignorance.

He didn’t limit His act to the church goer, the saint, the clean-skinned college grad, the upright in their pressed pants and shiny shoes. This Man surrendered Himself to false judgment though all of these people and millions more, born and unborn, turned aside, gave Him the cold shoulder, discounted His death as just another one of those. Something ugly and awful and too hard to look at.

They took Him away, but they couldn’t put out his Lifeforce. They had no idea that what looked like the end wasn’t the end at all because the power behind Him still burned, an unquenchable force capable in one instant of time of wiping the slate clean for the entire world.

The entire world! Those same ones who think they know what they’re doing. That still today look another direction rather than at some poor Man who died so tragically. That fashion for themselves gods of silver and gold, paper and plastic. Stone gods who without eyes or ears or mouths can’t do anything more than stare back unfeeling, unmoving. Empty vacuous air without any ability to heal and mend.

What they meant for loss was instead their gain. What they shed to bring death, instead gives life. What they tried to extinguish is instead brighter than it ever was and able to fix whatever is broken. It’s a task already completed. A victory already won. Success. Triumph. The big prize.

Accomplished while people weren’t looking. By a Man who looked like nothing but can change your life into something. If you’ll believe it.

*This is the author's paraphrase of Isaiah 53:2-5.

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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, March 16, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Three pictures this week. Enjoy!

Male and female Eastern Bluebirds
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Sunrise 3-15-2014
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Moonrise 3-15-2014
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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, March 15, 2014

Story Saturdays

CROSSING ETERNITY (Time-Travel Romance #2) is now available for purchase at Amazon. Look for it at Barnes & Noble and KOBO soon.


Also, prepare yourself for ST. PATRICK'S DAY. Pick up a copy of LOVE & REDEMPTION (The Florida Irish, Book 1). Book 3 coming out this summer! And here's a secret ... I have FREE audiobooks of this tale. Just leave a comment on the blog with your email!

New book cover! Saw the photo of the girl in this new YA book cover and had to have her. I have enhanced it from the original (of course). Not sure on the storyline yet, but it'll come to me.



Today's excerpts come from two stories I'm excited about releasing whenever they're completed. Enjoy!


“I can’t believe we didn’t.” Serena Hernandez hooked one leg around his and settled her face at the base of his neck.

His hand strayed to a place on her hip. “We didn’t.”

“Why didn’t we?” she asked. She pulled back to see him. He was inordinately cute, to the point it distracted her.

He smiled. “We still can.”

“Maybe later.”

“Definitely later. You’re not going to get rid of me now.”

She returned her gaze to a place on the wall. “I’m thinking six months.”

“Six?”

She snuggled tighter. “Yes. Six months. Me in a white dress, you in a tux, and a honeymoon in Bora Bora where we never actually see the beach.”

His laughter rang across the room.



Gator reached for his phone and brought up a photo. Spinning it around, he held it in front of his brother’s face. “Tell me what’s in the background.”

His brother’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “The DMV.”

“Correct. And that beautiful girl standing in front of the doors is Celia Boyle, who asked me to take her away from here, and I promised to do it.”

“You’re nuts.”

Gator revolved the phone and stared down at the screen, absentmindedly tracing the girl’s outline. “Maybe so, but I have a feeling that this is exactly what I need, and no matter what it costs me, I’m going ahead with it.”

His screen went dark, and he returned his gaze to the brochures. 


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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, March 12, 2014

Nuff Said

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal
    with all that is in me—body, emotions, mind, and will—every part of who I am—
    praise His holy name.
2 O my soul, come, praise the Eternal;
    sing a song from a grateful heart;
    sing and never forget all the good He has done.
3 Despite all your many offenses, He forgives and releases you.
    More than any doctor, He heals your diseases.
4 He reaches deep into the pit to deliver you from death.
    He crowns you with unfailing love and compassion like a king.
5 When your soul is famished and withering,
    He fills you with good and beautiful things, satisfying you as long as you live.
    He makes you strong like an eagle, restoring your youth.
6 When people are crushed, wronged, enslaved, raped, murdered,
    the Eternal is just; He makes the wrongs right. (Psalms 103:2-5 VOICE)


You'll never run short with God.
You'll never run out or run dry.

Because He's more than enough. He's exceeding abundantly above. He's the ultimate supplier.

He is Jehovah Jireh, God who sees to it. (H3070, Strong's Hebrew & Greek Dictionary) Do you get that? He'll see to it you have what you need.

If you run empty, He'll fill you.
If you run away, He'll draw you back with loving arms.
If you run shy, He has the exact thing you need in the right proportion at the right moment.

He's strong enough to save you, smart enough to defend you, merciful enough to replenish you.

He'll restock, refit, refurnish.

If you fall away, He'll forgive you. He's full of compassion.
If you fall down, He'll lift you. Put you in the place you need to be.
If you fall flat, His arm is long enough to catch you before you hit the bottom.

Backslide, back off, back the wrong thing and find yourself hurting, and He's back there, waiting to help you out.

You can't escape Him. He knows the way to where you are.
You can't deny Him. He's been there and done that already.

But you can taste him and see that He is good. (Ps 34:8)
And you can try him and see if He won't open the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing so big, so huge, you'll run out of containers. (Mal 3:10)

There aren't enough banks for the prosperity He holds.
There aren't enough fields for the cattle He owns.
And no barn you build is ever big enough to bottle up what He has in store for you.

So sit back and enjoy the wildest ride of your life, hands overhead, a smile on your face, and scream with joy as the blessings He gives comes down the track because no matter how hard you try He'll outdo you.

Outlast. Outstay. Outlive. Outstanding.

He's extraordinary, exceptional, phenomenal, incredible.
The God of the unusual, unprecedented, unimaginable, and unique.

What? You don't believe me? You think this is a lot of words without meaning spun by someone who has no clue where you're at?

Then go look in the mirror, my friend, because the God who can do all that, the God of everything and all things, wasn't limited to anything when He created you. He simply did it. And then He sat down and said it was good. (Ge 1:31)

Nuff said.

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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.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Graphics 101

On one of my latest book covers, I have a man sporting a lot of tattoos. I have a confession to make. I put them there. I simply couldn't find the right guy with the right look and the right number of tattoos to fit the character.

I added tattoos before on my story, PAINTED BRIDE. Those were meant to be a bit less realistic than an actual tattoo. That said, I knew how to go about it this second time, but because of the extent of the work, was days and days doing it.

First, we'll look at the final image.



Here we have Holden Lang, rock superstar of the band, SuperX. Now, as I said, he was tattoo free originally. Here's how I did it:

1.The tat itself

In order to apply the tattoos, I had to choose what they were. On a number of these, I used tattoo Photoshop brushes. However, most of what is out there is tribal art, and I particularly wanted to avoid those. So I discovered, I could use line art. (All line art used was copyright free for commercial use.)


I'll focus on the dragon for this particular lesson. The image I used was a white background with a black ink drawing. I started by removing all the white. I used Background Eraser set on Discontiguous, Tolerance 18%.

Here's an excellent tutorial on the proper use of Background Eraser.

2. Create a new layer.

With the white erased, I then did Select All (Ctrl+A) and Copy (Ctrl+C) and Pasted it (Ctrl+V) in a new layer atop the image of the man's arm. I used the Move tool to put it in the general location I wanted it to apply.

3. Erase edges.

But there was an immediate problem, the edges of the dragon hung over the edges of his arm onto the background. Because my original image had a solid white background, correcting this was easy, but first, I used Free Transform to turn the tattoo the direction I wanted. I also stretched it some in certain areas so it would appear to be part of his skin.

Then, I did a general Magic Wand of the background on either side of his arm (Tolerance 15%, Add to selection) and Cut the contents (Ctrl+X). This removed anything overhanging his arm.

I did a more thorough erasing, using the Eraser Tool and a hard-edged brush (100%) , zooming way in so I could properly see the edges.

Here is the result:



It really was that easy. Although, since I wanted his entire skin covered, this meant I had to repeat the process over and over again.

I colored in certain images in using the Airbrush Tool, keeping in mind a black & white end result. I also did a fair about of Gradient Overlay using the Blending Options, to achieve the correct lighting, matching the original image.

Each tattoo had to fit into the other as it would if someone went to a tattoo shop, so I had to adjust and transform them individually, each on their own layer and each color on its own layer. In the end, I had some 40+ layers. Yes, I said 40.

When I was satisfied, I merged them all into one layer. Now, I did NOT save overtop my file with the 40 layers. I saved the merged file as a new image. Here's what the tattoos look like all together, converted to grayscale.


Notice I erased for his shirt as well. The wings on his neckline is a great example of that. The tips of the wings needed to emerge from beneath the tank top straps to look more natural. But in essence, where the tat would be hidden based on his position, I erased it.

And so we went from a blank canvas to this:


I hope you found this interesting and helpful. There were, of course, many other steps and I have simplified them. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to leave them in the comment section.


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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, March 9, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Spring flowers have begun. I am particularly fond of toadflax, which despite it's odd name is a lovely purple flower. Enjoy this week's selection!

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Toadflax 3-7-2014 photo 500-DSC_0431_zps975f465a.jpg

False Dandelion
False Dandelion 3-7-2014 photo 500-DSC_0401_zps077f5adb.jpg

Grasses
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Tree Swallows
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Here's a video of the Tree Swallows in flight.


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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, March 8, 2014

Story Saturdays

I had my point #9 from my blog the week before reinforced in me this week, on a story I wrote that has had so many wonderful comments. Yet one person who paid little to no attention to the storyline had nothing positive to say. Frankly, I'm not sure what story they read.

I'm not one to complain (hence, your not knowing what story or what comment) but I bring it up only to say that if you're a writer and have had bad reviews, it happens to everyone. I've learned to develop a stiff spine.

That said, I return to my little bubble where the happy people live and you, my faithful readers, enjoy a jaunt into my imagination.

LOVE & ROSES is now available on AUDIOBOOK. I think you'll enjoy it. Narrator, Daniel Polonka did an amazing job. 

Also, I have a new YA this week with a very cute cover, THE BEST BOY EVER, as well as a look into Book 2 of my Time-Travel Romance series, CROSSING ETERNITY (soon to be released for sale), and a piece of my latest release, PAINTED BRIDE (Best-Dressed #2).

PAINTED BRIDE has an amazing review from a faithful reader. Be sure to check it out!

"Painted Bride by Suzanne D. Williams is the second book in the Best Dressed Series and is as great a read as the first book ..."

And to your storylines:  Meet Brad Sweeney, who has been sent to the drugstore for medication, food, and at the last minute, something no boy wants to buy ...


“What now?” He dropped the soup on a shelf of chocolates and answered. “Hello? Yeah, I’m still here … No … No! C’mon, you can’t ask me to do that.” Heat swept up his cheeks. “I said no. Borrow some from Crystal … What do you mean she doesn’t have your kind? Aren’t they all the same? Gees, yeah, fine, whatever, but you owe me.”

He disconnected, sucking in a breath, and recaptured the cans. “Women.”

Sick women. One of which had just asked him to ... He shivered. He had to find enough nerve to go to that part of the drugstore and hope and pray no one was over there and the lady at the register didn’t look at him funny or ask any questions or—

So much could go wrong.


Where had his morality gone? Where was Antony Mirelli who believed in abstinence, chastity, and purity? Replaced. Replaced by a man who wanted a woman more than anything else. Hang the consequences.

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A series of bad dreams and a string of threatening phone calls send Antony Mirelli’s life spinning out of control. Until a girl with no apparent past falls into it.

But when she disappears inexplicably only to show up again two years later, the troubles he thought he left behind seem to resurface, only this time they involve his future and the unborn child she carries.

Desperate to stop what seems destined to happen, he turns to someone who’s been there and finds that maybe, just maybe, God had a plan in the first place.

The final chapter in best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, Time-Travel Romance series.




$2.99


One pocket. Her facial expression said she now knew he was way more familiar with pool than he’d let on. The fact she didn’t ask what one pocket was meant she did, too. She was definitely confident.

“What’s the ‘all’?” she asked.

“One grand if you win.”

Her smile stretched wider and her grip on the cue tightened, though she appeared to be trying to stay calm otherwise. She was definitely after money.

“And if you win?” she asked.

“A proposal and you say, ‘Yes.’”

She leaned on one hip. “A proposal?”

He stepped forward until the heat from her skin rushed up his neck. She craned her head backward. “Yes, you agree to become my wife.”


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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, March 5, 2014

Top That

Jesus wept. (Jn 11:35)

I am sad, my heart weighted with grief for a world that seems determined to dive off a cliff. They stand there, poised for a fall into eternal darkness, so blind that the flames licking at their feet, the smell of smoke on their skin, is outside of their perception.

Everything goes. Nothing is denied. Everyone's right. Unless, of course, you go to church and worship the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, in which case, you're automatically wrong before you ever open your mouth.

How can that be? How can people have become so insensitive to the words of the gospel?

"Seeing, they see not; and hearing, they hear not, nor do they understand." (Mt 13:13)

Jesus stood outside the tomb of Lazarus, his heart heavy, and all the people watching could say was, "How come He couldn't prevent it?" (Jn 11:37)

Really?

You want avoidance instead of a cure. A change without any requirements. The ability to do as you please, be what you want, and hang the consequences. Unless, of course, you need God to fix something.

No. Fix yourself.

Open your eyes and see that the Man standing outside the tomb weeps for your soul. Weeps for your loss. Weeps for those that sit on the sidelines, questioning His reason for even being there.

"Father," He said, "Thank you for answering my prayer. I know that you hear Me and answer. But do this so that those who don't believe will know that it was You which sent Me." (Jn 11:41-42, paraphrased)

He called Lazarus forth as an example. An example that the power of Life within Him can do so much more than people have been willing to believe. That every hidden work people do can and will be revealed. (1Co 4:5) That just when we least expect it, when all seems lost, when no one wants to accept it, when my Christian faith is downgraded to an insignificant thing, He can prove that it isn't.

That no stone rolled over the tomb, no rumor spouted from doubting lips, no celebrity standing onstage with a golden toothpick in his hand, can disapprove or disallow, veto or taboo a power so great it only takes two words to bring a man back to life.

That in public, in front of everyone, no holds barred, no exceptions made, no embarrassment, no smoke screen or bright lights, ceremonies or thank-you speeches, God can show opinion and attitude for what they are ... untruth ... and raise from the grave a man stronger than before, more alive than before, with a testimony no one can invalidate.

Stand and look at Lazarus. At him who died and four days later, rose again. Then stand and look at the Savior, who did the same, and ask yourself, what about that is less than what some numbskull dangling head-first over an open flame has to say?

Nothing. You can't top 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.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sunday Photographs

An eclectic mix of pictures this week. Enjoy!

Coconut Creme Pie (I made it myself. You can find the recipe at Grandmother's Kitchen.
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Plum Blossoms
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Broccoli Flowers
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Lorapetalum
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Red-shouldered Hawk
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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, March 1, 2014

Story Saturday

PAINTED BRIDE, Book 2 of the Best-Dressed Series, is available for sale at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. $2.99. If you enjoyed meeting Ludwig Fabrinni, then you'll love Haydn, his brother.

Here's this week's excerpts, including the first lines from a new story entitled, IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS.




He left her car somewhere on the road to Amarillo and walked six miles to the last truck stop. Swinging in the double doors of the diner, he looked for a possible ride and spotted the perfect pair of blue jeans stretched tight around curves that sang his name. Slipping onto the stool at her side, he signaled the girl behind the counter.

“Yeah?” She acted annoyed, lips compressed, one hand on her hip.

“Tonic water.”

Miss Blue Jeans turned her head, bringing two icy-green eyes to bear on his face. He gave her a teasing smile.

“Which way you headed?” she asked. Shoulder-length auburn curls swished against the collar of a black leather jacket.

“South. You?”

“I’m flexible,” she said.

“I’ll bet.”




“Forgive me, Lord,” he mumbled to himself. For stepping in this sacred place, a home dedicated to a couple with no idea how things would change.

His gaze moved across the table to the bowl of flowers placed in the center, their petals flopped over the rim, then to the wood stove with the cook pot sitting at an angle and a spoon dropped inside, and across to the rocker, the place where Aurelia sat so often, swaying back and forth.

He inhaled and walked across the little space to the doorway opposite and peered inside. The fragrance of her was everywhere, in the potpourri made from crushed roses she’d left on the dresser, to the lye soap she used to cleanse their clothing, to that intoxicating, feminine fragrance that lured him ever closer.

He lifted a handkerchief she’d left on the bed, fingering the lacy edges, and longing swept upward.

“Forgive me, Lord,” he said again.





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He adjusted his grip on her wrists. “You know, there is a reason they want me dead, and it just might be because I’m a little too smart.”

She surged beneath him, flexing her legs and twisting her arms. “You insufferable, arrogant …”

He laughed. “When are you going to stop fighting me and realize we’re a great match?”


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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.

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