Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Brenda Novak's Auction for Diabetes Research

Don't forget to come bid! Autographed books from Camy Tang, Julie Lessman, Janet Dean, Mary Connealy and me. Also, a $10 Amazon gift card. A $75 value that's only up to $35 in bids. So it's a steal!! And the proceeds go to help fund diabetes research. The bidding ends the end of May, so don't miss out!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Please join me on Lyn Cote's blog on Thursday!

I'm blogging in two places on Thursday! I hope you'll join me at both.

I'm doing my regular post on the F.A.I.T.H. blog, talking about backstory in our manuscripts.

Also, please come visit me on Lyn Cote's Strong Women, Brave Stories blog! I'm honoring my grandmother. Also, Lyn has a Mega May gift basket. You don't want to miss entering to win!

So who watched American Idol on Wednesday?? As much as I love Kris, I'm still stunned that Adam didn't win! What did you think? Or do you even watch?


Monday, May 18, 2009

Win a Copy of His Forever Love!

First off, the winner of a copy of one of Julie Lessman's books is Mez. Congratulations! I've emailed you to get your information.

I'm blogging in two places today! I hope you'll stop by. I'll be holding a drawing for a copy of His Forever Love from among those who comment, so be sure to say something (as well as leave your contact information)! :)

Also, don't forget to bid on my Brenda Novak auction item to help raise money for diabetes research! Signed books from authors at the Seekerville blog!! The current bid is $29, and you'll be getting $75 worth of books/gift card. What a deal!!

Monday, May 11, 2009

Meet Julie Lessman and read excerpt from A Passion Denied

I'm so excited to have my good friend (and fellow Seekerville blogger) Julie Lessman with me this week. Julie has a new book out, the third in her Daughters of Boston series, titled A Passion Denied. I'm reading it now and will post a review at a later date, but I can tell you I'm loving it!

Julie is generously giving away a copy of one of her books, winners choice, in a drawing from those who comment. So once you're finished reading the interview and wonderful excerpt, please leave a comment with contact information! So now, here's Julie...
1. Readers may know you used to work in the travel industry. I'm wondering what your dream vacation would be.

Mmmm … a beach bungalow on an unspoiled tropical island with my husband and lots of my favorite things—good friends, great books (including the Bible!) and old movies!

2. What's something romantic you love to do with your husband?
Dinner out at a really romantic steak restaurant followed by snuggling on the couch to watch a movie (preferably romance).

3. What does a typical day of writing look like for you?
Gosh, lately pretty sporadic because life has been “getting in the way,” but usually I rise at about 6:30 or 7:00 AM, eat peach oatmeal and drink coffee while I check a few blogs (The Seekers, for one, at, then I listen to worship music on the treadmill for 30 minutes followed by Bible reading and prayer time. Laundry, paperwork, etc. gets my attention briefly before I dive into e-mails. When I write (I don’t write everyday like a good author should), I start about 10:30 or 11:00 AM and crank ALL day (usually without lunch) until Keith’s stomach starts to growl around 6:00 PM or so … :) Not real “disciplined,” I know, but it works for me.

4. Julie, can you give us a sneak peek at an excerpt from A Passion Denied?

Gosh, twist my arm, Missy! Here is the first love scene between Beth (who has changed her name to Lizzie) and Brady, who sees her only as a little sister. She is plotting with her sisters to try and get Brady to kiss her because Charity tells her that “A kiss is the only thing that will haunt him until he admits he’s in love.” (Note from Missy: I apologize for any formatting changes in my cut and paste.)

The porch was dark except for a soft wash of moonlight that cast distorted shadows as he leaned against the railing. He crossed his arms and waited while she settled on the swing with a soft swish of her skirt. She patted the seat beside her. “Why don’t you sit here? This could take a while, and I want you to be comfortable.”

Comfortable? With her scent as clean as lilacs in rain and her burgeoning body obscuring the little girl he once knew? He sucked in a full breath and stood up straight, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. Exhaling, he positioned himself on the far right of the swing, determined to ignore the wood of the beveled handle as it sliced into his waist. He shifted to face her and draped an arm along the back of the swing. “So, what’s on your mind, little buddy?”

She bit her lip and scooted close enough that he could feel her body shivering. “Do you mind if we snuggle? It’s colder than I thought.”

He stared straight ahead, lips clamped tight as the heat of her body singed his. It set his nerves on edge, but she seemed nervous too—from the tug of her teeth against her lower lip to the clutch of her hands as they fidgeted in her lap. His arm—which had been resting comfortably on the back of the swing—suddenly felt like hardwood lumber. With almost painful motion, it hovered over her shoulder for eternal seconds before finally drawing her close. For pity’s sake, this is Beth and she’s cold. Settle down, Brady, and just get through this.

“What’s on your mind, Beth?”

She sighed and burrowed into his arms, causing the scent of her hair to invade his senses. It triggered an unwelcome warmth, despite the coolness of the night. But at least she was warm, he reasoned, noting her shivers had stopped. He closed his eyes and ground his jaw. While his were just beginning.

Her voice was soft and low. “I’m sorry for losing my temper the other day, but I … well I guess I’ve been struggling with my feelings for you …”

Tension stiffened his hold. “Beth, these feelings you’re having, they’ve got to stop.”

“I know, Brady,” she whispered. “I finally understand.”

He drew in a breath and leaned forward. “You do?”

She looked up with a soulful expression. “Yes, I do. It doesn’t change the attraction I have for you or the love I feel inside …” She blinked several times, as if to clear the gloss of wetness from her eyes. His gut twisted. “But I finally realize I need to move on … I don’t want to lose your friendship.”

The tightness in his chest suddenly released like an audible sigh. Thank you, God, they could still be friends! He exhaled the weight of the world from his shoulders and scooped her into an overwhelming hug of relief. “Oh, Beth, I’m so grateful you understand. I love you too, and I’ll always be there for you, the best friend you’ve ever had.”

She returned a tremulous hug. The sound of her words rumbled against his chest. “That’s good, Brady, because I could use the advice of a friend.”

“Anything, little buddy!” He leaned back against the swing and tucked her safely under his arm. She was his sweet, little Beth once again, flooding his soul with joy. “What kind of advice do you need?”

“About men. Actually, one in particular.”

His joy fizzled faster than warm foam on week-old root beer.

She glanced up with wide, innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the jealous surprise churning in his gut. “There’s this boy—his name is Tom Weston—and he’s asked me out, on and off, for over two years now. And lately, well … it seems he won’t take no for an answer.”

He blinked. Men have been asking her out? For two years? His Beth?

He sat up, desperate to convey a composure he didn’t feel. “Well, Elizabeth, you’re almost eighteen, and I suppose it’s time … time to find the man that God has for you. Do you … like him?”

She sighed. “Well, he’s certainly attractive and hard-working. He’s worked two jobs as long as I’ve known him and plans to go to law school after he graduates college next spring.”

Jealousy rose in his throat like bile. “So, you’re … attracted to him, then?”

“Well, I wasn’t initially because I had hoped you and I …” Her voice faded. She took a deep breath. “But I think now … now that I know you and I can only be friends, well, I think maybe I could be attracted to him …”

“Does he go to church?”

Her soft chuckle floated in the air. “Well, if you mean is he as spiritual as you, no, he’s not. But he’s from a good family who go to church regularly, and I think in time—”

“Is he a gentleman?”

Lizzie felt herself blush to the tips of her shingled hair. She bit her lip and turned away, slipping her hand into the pocket of her jacket. With trembling fingers, she pinched the cracker she’d hidden there and swiped crumbs into both of her eyes.


She didn’t answer. She was too busy blinking.

He reached for her chin and gently tugged her gaze to his. He was suddenly the consummate big brother, concern etched in his handsome face. “Answer me. Is he a gentleman?”

The crumbs were masterful as they welled in her eyes. “I’m …n-not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Has he given you cause to think otherwise?”

“Well, he … he kissed me once.”

Disapproval darkened Brady’s features. “Did you encourage him?”

Her lips parted in shock. “No! I promise you I didn’t. He c-cornered me …”

“So, he’s not a gentleman?”

Her eyes went wide. “I don’t know … maybe … but probably not.” She began to shake, not sure if it was her nerves or the drumming of Brady’s fingers hard on the wood.

He eyed her through narrowed lids. “Well, he doesn’t sound like the type of young man you need. I suggest you forget about him and look elsewhere.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You wanted my advice as a friend, and I’m giving it. Forget him.”

A rare rush of indignation heated her cheeks. “I wanted your advice on how to ward off his advances, Brady, not if I should date him. I’ve already decided on that.”

“You can’t date some clown with one thing on his mind.”

Crackers and fury forced hot tears from her eyes. He didn’t want her, but no one else could either? She rose to her feet. “How dare you, John Brady? I have no choice! My heart is breaking because of you, and if it takes Tom Weston to get over you, then so be it.”

He jumped up. “Beth, forgive me, please, and don’t cry. We can pray about this…”

Disbelief paralyzed her for a painful second. “No! You leave me be. I don’t want anymore of your prayers—”

His hand gripped her. “Beth, please, sit with me? Can’t we just talk and work this out?”

She relented, allowing him to tug her back to the swing, where the feel of his powerful arms only enflamed the longing in her soul. He bundled her against his shoulder, and the clean, pure scent of musk soap taunted her senses.

“Beth, you’re so special to me,” he whispered, “I never want to hurt you.” He kissed the top of her head, and she could smell a trace of the peppermint he kept for children at the shop. A sharp ache pierced her heart. He was her Brady … good and strong and kind … but he would never really belong to her. Not the way she yearned in her heart—as a husband, a man, a lover. The thought all but crushed her, and she collapsed against his chest in painful weeping.

“Beth, don’t cry, please. I love you …”

She felt his lips in her hair, and her anguish surged. She jerked away. “No, don’t lie to me, Brady! You don’t love me—”

He groaned and embraced her. “I do love you, little buddy, more than anyone in this world.” With grief in his eyes, he searched her swollen face. He caressed her wet cheeks with gentle hands. “You mean everything to me,” he whispered. He bent to press a light kiss to her forehead.

Shallow breaths rose from her throat at the warmth of his lips against her skin. Her body stilled. “A kiss is the only thing that will haunt him until he admits he’s in love.”

She lifted her gaze, taking great care to impart a slow sweep of lashes.

“Beth, are we okay?” He ducked his head to search her eyes, then brushed her hair back from her face. A smile shadowed his lips. “Still friends?”

Friends. A deadly plague only a kiss could cure. Resolve stiffened her spine. “Sure, Brady … friends.”

He smiled and tucked a finger under her chin. “That’s my girl. Now what do you say we pray about some of these things?” He leaned close with another quick kiss to her brow, and in a desperate beat of her heart, she lunged, uniting her mouth with his. She felt the shock of her action in the jolt of his body, and she gripped him close to deepen the kiss. Waves of warmth shuddered through her at the taste of him, and the essence of peppermint was sweet in her mouth.

“No!” He wrenched back from her hold with disbelief in his eyes.

Too late. She had never felt like this before. Years of seeking romance from flat parchment pages had not prepared her for this. This rush, this desire … her body suddenly alive, and every nerve pulsing with need. All shyness melted away in the heat of her longing, and she pounced again, merging her mouth with his. John Brady, I love you!

A fraction of a second became eons as she awaited his rejection. His body was stiff with shock, but no resistance came. And in a sharp catch of her breath, he drew her to him with such force, she gasped, the sound silenced by the weight of his mouth against hers. He groaned and cupped the back of her head as if to delve in her soul, a man possessed. His lips broke free to wander her throat, and shivers of heat coursed through her veins. In ragged harmony, their shallow breathing billowed into the night while his arms possessed her, molding her body to his.

“Oh, Brady, I’m so in love with you,” she whispered.

Her words severed his hold as neatly as the blade of a guillotine. He staggered to his feet, and icy cold replaced the warmth of his arms. She opened her eyes and saw pain in his. She grabbed his arm. “Brady, can’t you see? You love me too … not as a friend or a sister, but as a woman.”

“God help me, Beth, I can’t love you that way.” He stared like a zombie, chest heaving with jagged breaths that swirled into the cool night air, drifting away.

Just like her dreams.

She reached for his hand, but he pulled it away. She blinked. “You just did, John. Nothing can convince me otherwise. You love me … and you want me … just like I want you. Why can’t you admit it?”

His tone was rough with emotion. “Because it’s wrong, Elizabeth. You’re a little sister to me, nothing more.”

She rose, along with her ire. “I see. And that’s how you kiss a sister?”

Blood gorged his cheeks. His shoulders straightened as he stood stiff and tall. An uncommon show of anger glinted in his dark eyes. “I regret what happened tonight, and I apologize. Please give my thanks to your mother and my good-byes to your family.” He moved toward the stairs.

“Brady, wait!” She latched onto his arm while tears pooled in her eyes. “You can’t leave like this. Not now. I opened my heart to you … and you took it when you gave me that kiss.”

The anger in his eyes faded to pain. “I know, Beth. Forgive me. It won’t happen again.” His back was rigid as he strode down the steps.

She ran after him. “No! Don’t leave—please! Friends don’t leave when you need them the most.”

He stopped, hand poised on the gate, and the coolness of his manner was totally foreign. He turned with a look of agony she had never seen.

“No, Beth, they don’t.”

And without another word, he unlocked the gate and hurried away. Fading quickly—just like her hope—into the darkest of nights. (end excerpt)
Julie, thank you so much for sharing! Now readers need to pick up A Passion Denied to see what happens! :)
Book 3, A Passion Denied, is the story of Faith and Charity’s little sister, Lizzie, a shy bookworm who dreams of a fairy-tale romance. It unfolds a man’s dark past and a young girl’s shattered dreams … and the God who redeems it all.

Elizabeth O’Connor is the little sister John always longed for. With a fire for God in his belly, he has been her spiritual mentor since she was thirteen, sharing her love of literature and her thirst for God. But when his gangly protégé blossoms into a beautiful young woman bent on loving him, he refuses to act on the attraction he feels. His past won’t let him go there. Unfortunately, “Lizzie” won’t let him go anywhere else … until his dark and shocking secrets push her away.
Be sure to leave a comment with your contact information for a chance to win your choice of Julie's books!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!

I hope all you moms out there are having a great mother's day. And I hope all you "children" remembered to call you mother or grandmother or loved ones!

I had a nice lunch after church today. I got to pick where we were going. And on Mother's Day, no one dares complain about my pick! LOL We tried to go to Ruby Tuesday, but it was packed. So we ate barbecue at Shane's. Yum!

On a side note, my oldest is home from college. Yay! So it was great to have the whole family together today. Soon, school will be out, and I'll have the younger ones at home all day. Should be interesting as far as my writing goes this summer! :) I guess I'll have to get up extra early in the mornings.

Oh, don't forget to go bid on my item at Brenda Novak's auction! I've put together a bundle of Seekerville blog author books--all donated by the authors and autographed!

Click the photo to place a bid.

So what did you do this weekend?


Wednesday, May 06, 2009

2009 Heart of Dixie Reader's Luncheon

I had a great time this past weekend at the Heart of Dixie Reader's Luncheon in Huntsville, Alabama. Fellow Steeple Hill author and good friend, Debby Giusti, and I make the trip together. The members of the HOD chapter put on a great event. This year's keynote speaker was Vicki Lewis Thompson. And she was such fun! I really enjoyed her speech and getting to know her at dinner.
Above, Vicki and me at the luncheon.

And here I am with buddy Trish Milburn (aka Tricia Mills) who made the trip down from Nashville.

Below, left is Deb Webb, Rhonda Nelson and Vicki Lewis Thompson. And below, right, is another Love Inspired author friend, Ramona Richards, Debby Giusti and me.

What a great trip! I hope you'll stop by and read Debby's recap of the event at the Craftie Ladies of Suspense blog!

Monday, May 04, 2009

His Forever Love available now!

I just figured out that my June release is available now at! So no need to pre-order and wait. :)