She Loves Me In The Spring: The Non-Honeymoon (Barrow Bros. Brides) Book 1
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Brielle Hensley had her future all planned out. She'd designed the perfect wedding, picked the most beautiful dress. From the reception to the start of her married life, she knew what came next. Standing at the altar, however, her groom nowhere in sight, all those plans crumbled around her. She should have known better. The last thing her fiancé would ever do was embrace commitment.

Bradford Barrow wanted to kill his younger brother for running out on his bride. He's not really that surprised, though. Being a husband, taking on the responsibility of having a wife, was far more something he'd do himself. He'd always been the dutiful son, the faithful employer. His entire life is about doing what's expected of him and checking off the tasks on his ever-present lists.

Yet, sent to make a formal apology the next day, he and Brielle make a rash decision - to go on her honeymoon together. She needs to shake off his brother's betrayal, and he needs to do something impulsive for once. Except, what begins innocently enough soon takes on a life of its own, and it could be that the acceptance they've both been looking for comes from the most spontaneous thing of all - love.

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“Every kid needs to be loved,” she said, instead. “It’s what makes the world go round.”

He evidently had no comment about that because he opened the door and got out, but leaned his head inside. “My car?”

“Oh, right. You have a number?”

He nodded and his head disappeared. Taking out his wallet, he flicked her a business card between two fingers. “My private number’s on the back.”

She turned it over. “I’ll call. Should be late afternoon. I can pick you up if you like or bring it to you.”

“Sounds good. Goodbye, Miss Burckhardt.” He smiled at her, and this time it was different than the others. He looked … interested. Like a man gazing at a woman he admired.

Had to be in her head.

He turned and walked away, his steps firm and confident. The doorman tugged the large, glass entrance door open with a nod.

Flynn turned the business card over. She read the front once, twice, a lump forming in her throat. “Dear God in heaven, hallowed be thy name …” She muttered, her gaze returning to the now closed door.

That not only was one of the Billionaire Boys Club. He was the wealthiest one of them all. Calix Steele, the card read, President, Steele Enterprises, Inc.

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Billionaire, Calix Steele has forever lived in the shadow his father cast when he died and the scarcity and neglect at the hands of his mother. Until he meets Flynn Burckhardt. She’s all the things he’s never looked for in a woman – independent, self-sufficient, and free. She shows him a different side of himself, a man able to stand up to the pressures of his life. But their mutual attraction has unexpected consequences that the secrets of his past might destroy once and for all.

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Sara showed no sign of emotion on her face. He couldn’t decide if that was a cover for her thoughts or if she was still listening to the Creator speak. Her lack of any response, however, made Cindy angrier.

She pushed into Sara’s face. “What else can you do? Disappear? Cast a spell and you go up in a column of smoke?”

Angus reached for her, curling his hand over her sleeve. “Stop. Not here.” He spoke firm and gruff, but her resentment spiked.

Yanking free, she shoved him back, and his feet slipped on the pool coping, spiraling backward, he tumbled toward the pool. His mind whirled. At this distance, he’d hit his head, probably fall in as well, and unconscious, sink to the bottom. He prepared for the impact, his eyes squeezed shut, when nothing happened, opening them again, to see Sara hanging over top.

A deathly quiet claimed the crowd, and, Sara helping him upright, he scanned the line of frightened faces then dropped his gaze to his feet. His heart numbed, the beats chiming with no feeling at all. Water. There was nothing beneath him but water, only it bent beneath their weight and didn’t split.

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An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts.

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“Mom? Joe’s in the news.”

Veronica released the saucepan in the sink, and it floated to the bottom. She wrapped her hands in a dishtowel and made her way into the living room. A news program showed shaky footage of Josiah, shielded by other men, escaping inside a low-slung building.

“Turn it up,” she said.

The newsman stared into the camera, his expression blank. “Resurrectionist, Josiah Crews, the son-in-law of former president, Isaac Fielding, raised a man to life today, who’d been dead for three days. The event was witnessed by the funeral home director, Manfred Persons and his nephew, Phil.”

The footage cut to an old man in a gray suit, posed in front of a pair of large white double doors.

“He said he was there to pray,” the old man said. “I got nothing against prayin’, but it was like the whole room lit up … and I’m tellin’ you, that man was frozen!”

The scene moved to a medical doctor, wearing rumpled scrubs.

“Dr. Savage …” the newsman continued.

“Nice name,” Aleesa said.

Veronica shushed her, flapping one hand.

“… worked on the victim, Antonio Varelo, for an hour last Friday, to repair damage done from multiple gunshot wounds. Time of death was 8:35 p.m.”

“Too much bleeding,” the doctor said. “We couldn’t save him.”

The screen returned to the newsman’s candid face. “The perpetrator of the crime has not been caught. Police say the investigation is ongoing. We reached out to Mr. Crews and the head of the organization, Ben Mulhauser, but neither one has returned our phone calls.”

He paused. “This weekend is the big onion festival …”

Veronica reached for the remote and switched the TV off. “Three days,” she said, one hand pressed at the base of her throat. “That’s …”

“Awesome.”

It was awesome. But why did he do it?

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Josiah Crews raised a man who’d been dead for three days and brought the Resurrectionists under intense scrutiny. When he’s chased down by a pair of gang members over it, he comes face-to-face with the man who stabbed him in the chest. But instead of causing more harm, the man wants a favor. Do this for him, and he’ll tell everything he knows.

Veronica Murray has decided to move back home to Eastwick, with her daughter’s approval. Giving her daughter a relationship with her dad is important. And for herself, being near Joe. The only snag is leaving their elderly neighbor behind. When the grandmotherly woman agrees to come with them, a search through her cluttered apartment turns up a story from the past that circles back around to the present. But what do the lives of men, who are dead and gone, have to do with who’s behind the current string of deaths? The answer, when it comes, might just cost Veronica her life.

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The latch released, and she flung the door open. Seeing Penn, she leapt upwards, and he caught her, his hands on her bottom, his mouth meeting hers. Entering, unasked, he kicked the door closed behind him and carried her across the room. He fell down where she’d been sitting, moment ago, his hands shifting to grip her cheeks.

“Best greeting ever,” he said, pulling away at last.

She smiled. “I missed you.”

His arms tightened around her. “And I missed you.”

Maybe that was love – the missing each other – then eventually you got to the point you couldn’t do it anymore.

“What’s for supper?” he asked.

She bounced to her feet. “Tonight, Señor, I’ve made enchiladas.”

“Muy bien,” Penn said.
Flicking her hair over her shoulders, she headed for the kitchen, hearing him rise and follow behind. Or maybe it was as simple as this, a meal shared between friends.

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Penn Saunders hit rock bottom two years ago when a nameless girl he’d partied with died in his bed. He changed that night. He returned home to live with his parents, get clean, and embrace God again. As a pastor’s son, renewing his faith also reaffirms his call into the ministry. But he has a long way to go before he gets there, and his first step is living on his own.

Morgan Gant thought she left her old life behind by moving hundreds of miles away. She’s starting over, building a successful online cosmetics business, and renting her own apartment. No one here will know what she did for a living, but most of all, she’ll never have to see the man who attacked her again. Meeting Penn, the neighbor across the hall, seems like another positive step. She needs to make friends and who better than the guy next door? Yet, when their feelings for each other grow, what they haven’t said, who he is as a Christian, clashes with the secret of what she’s survived, threatening, once more, to tear their lives apart.

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Running south was supposed to solve her Christmas blues and heal her heart.

Fashion model, Whitney Hobart snuck off to Florida to solve her Christmas blues. A bad, extremely public breakup combined with endless rounds of holiday cheer seems like simply too much to endure. She’ll hide out at a small hotel on the coast, soak in the winter sunshine, and no one will be the wiser.

But when her secret gets out, the problems she’s tried to escape, multiply, and what’s supposed to be relaxing isn’t anymore. The only good thing remaining is hotel manager, Fletcher Collins. She finds in him a listening ear, a gentle hand, and maybe, just maybe, the greatest gift of all – love.

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Caught up in a world of make believe, soap opera star Sloane Krieger has forgotten who she really is. What the world sees in her television character, a lying, cheating, hateful woman, is what she's become. When up-and-coming actor, Noah Lee, is hired as her love interest, she finds in him, after hours, something she's forgotten she could be - herself. But the hardest part of her life is yet to come, and the one thing she needs to fall in love just might be the one thing she can't quite accept. Forgiveness.

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My heart was pounding out of my chest because, before today, I was as squeaky as they come. Straight A’s in school, my seat in the front row, I’d graduated with honors. I’d had an eight-to-five typing job and brought a brown bag lunch, something low fat and gluten free. I’d never been kissed and had definitely never had sex. In my daily life, I dotted all the i’s and crossed all the t’s.

But this was the end of good girl Jayne. No more halo. No more gold stars. I was being rebellious. And, right then, was about to throw up. This “being bad” was hard for me to do.

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Jayne Allhorn’s life is falling apart. She wrecked her car, broke her cell phone, and lost her job. But the biggest problem of all is her parent’s divorce. They’re so caught up in their troubles with each other that they’ve forgotten she exists. She’ll fix that. Stealing her mom’s credit card, she gives into her anger and sets out to become someone else. She’ll shave her head, get a tattoo, have her lip pierced. There is no more good girl Jayne.

Lauden Gould moved back to town, unable to deal with his dad’s infidelity. This time what his father’s done hit him personally. Running into Jayne, the cute girl from high school, refocuses his life, and helping her deal with her broken family proves to be the perfect way to forget his own. Yet, the more time goes on, the more people’s positive opinions of him simply don’t fit. He simply isn’t the good guy they think he is.

Clean YA Romance with a heart by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

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Dexter Tilford did the worst thing a man could do, he cheated on his bride and ran from town, leaving a trail of heartache behind him. Five years later, he’s gotten right with God but still carries around the guilt of his actions … and hasn’t repaired the rift it left between him and his family.

Wendy Halloran hasn’t dated since an old boyfriend dumped her for someone else, years ago. She’s poured her energies into working, instead, spending days and nights at the local dance-hall restaurant. A late-night encounter with Dex gives her a glimpse of what she’s been missing. She should let go and enjoy life more.

Yet trusting a man again proves hard to do, especially when there’s so much baggage between them, and soon, the secrets they haven’t shared send them, full circle, back to worst days of their lives. Only this time, it includes murder.

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From Chapter 10:
So, he’d misjudged, and the food was a flop. That didn’t make the entire evening bad. The poetry would make up for it. She’d see he could be romantic if he thought about it.

A moderate crowd of disparate ages had arrived, an elderly gentleman sporting a tattered beanie, a collection of college students, looking like they’d skipped exams, and a pair of high schoolers, their eyes mostly on each other. They all lacked a certain polish, and he was grateful he’d avoided his suit.

The girl, who’d seated them, walked onstage. Gripping the mic stand with one hand, she leaned in and spoke in a surprisingly masculine tone. “Good evening. We have a treat for you tonight. Straight from the heart of the Big Apple, our own poet, Salvador Dominguez.”

She motioned to a man standing just offstage.

Salvador Dominguez was extremely tall with swarthy skin and a three-day beard. Heavy eyebrows slashed across his broad forehead lent him a menacing expression. He added to this by posturing. Extending his arms on either side of the mic stand, he closed his eyes and craned his head back toward the ceiling.

“Death,” he growled. “Darkness, crawling, seeping, draining away life. Life gone. Departed. Never to return. Clawing against the metallic taste, I struggle upwards, only to be dragged down again. It is all waste and vanity. Gone. Empty. Death.”

He bowed his head, his neck going slack, and applause spattered across the room.

Discomfort coiled up from Ludwig’s toes. Morbid. Not romantic. But maybe the next one would be better.

Salvador raised his head and took a bow then clasped his hands together at his chest. “In slimy things I find comfort …”

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"Her eyelids pulled closed. More than anything else, she wanted romance.Romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for the woman he loved just because he loved her. And to live, for just one moment, the life of novels and fairytales."

Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not to mention a cushy job and anything else money can buy. The director at a well-known publication company, he’s surrounded himself with textbooks, encyclopedias, and educational materials. But when his boss puts him in charge of the new romance department, his life takes a dive. Romance? What man reads romance?

Writer, Kirsten Friedman’s, life has fallen apart. She’s lost custody of her son and is dead broke. When Ludwig saves her from drunken embarrassment, what starts out as his act of kindness turns into an amazing job offer. Perhaps, working for him, she can get her life back on track. But what seemed clear-cut soon proves to be much more complicated. Things at the publishing company aren’t as peaceful as they seem and the man she spends all her days with struggling with the very thing that keeps throwing them together – love.

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First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes mommy with a baby carriage

FROM BOOK 3:
Somehow, him saying it freed my tongue. And my temper. I stood to my feet and jabbed at his chest. “That’s right, Mr. Sexy. Mr. Blond-haired-green-eyed beefcake. And you did this to me. You and your charming, smooth-talking, persuasion.” I backed him into the hallway. “If you’d only have kept your shirt on.” I was huffing and puffing. “And your hands to yourself.”

“You used your hands on me, too,” he replied.

“Not the point.” I backed him toward the bedroom. “And then there’s the cologne. You know what that does to me.”

Always had done to me. The first time he’d worn it when I was hired at the shop I’d been reduced to a babbling idiot.

“You asked me to wear the cologne.”

“You could have refused.”

“We’re married. I like what it does to you.”

This was an interesting admission.

“You like me weak at the knees?”

“Maybe we should turn this around.” He grabbed hold of me and spun us in a circle. Now, I was the one with my back to the bed. I should have anticipated him doing that.

“Maybe if you didn’t have such great lips,” he said.

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Clean Teen Romance. The story of a girl and a boy and their continuing life.

Book 1 – THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI
The best way Coralee Pirtle can think of to be noticed by Roger Keen, is to show up at the big pool party in the right suit. Problem is, she doesn’t own one and hasn’t a dime to her name. Easily solved ... she’ll get a job.

Working alongside Roman Avery at the local hardware store isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but how hard can it be? Two weeks, one paycheck, and she’s set.

However, plans change, and the more time goes by, the less appealing Roger seems, and the more Roman Avery becomes the man of her dreams.

It was the thread of a tune, the barest melody made up of only a handful of notes, most of them elongated to three or four measures each. Unlike the sounds of the past, however, these didn’t ask to be played. They didn’t even repeat themselves. But rang once and were done.

Niccolo stared upward in the early dawn, wishing them back, and strangely, they reformed on his fingers. He felt the strings compress, his muscles flex with the draw of the bow, his spine bend and straighten in involuntary response. Longing swept upward. Longing to play again. Longing to write something different, something new.

Luciano had said it was possible – to ask and God would make him what he wanted to be. They’d prayed together, yet he hadn’t understood it, not really.

Only now, his fingers relaxing on the mattress, the notes fading from hearing, it made perfect sense. God would not be outperformed by the actions of a single man. All the knowledge and study someone could acquire, all the talent and training, years of concerts, were as dust. Useless. Nonexistent.

No, God wanted His tune to be foremost. He desired to be preeminent, so that no one else could claim they’d created it. Not the cacophony of notes twirling in his head, but deliberate tones, each given their perfect place and time.

Niccolo shoved the bed covers aside and left his bedroom, following the path of the hall to the master at the end. Without knocking or announcing his entrance, he opened the door and strolled over to the bed. He shook Giovanni awake.

Startled, Gio gave a grunt and rushed to a sitting position. “Nic?”

“I’m ready,” Niccolo said.


FROM THE AUTHOR:

GOD WROTE the notes, pulling them up from the new life within him, and he honored them, spilling them out into the atmosphere with joyous abandon. A pianist rewrote the well-known tune, “Fur Elise,” and I had to turn your gazes here. In fact, the Spirit writes all styles of music, some we like and some we don’t, but it is that He anoints it which turns our hearts.

“Play It For Me” is the final book in the series but the most powerful, in my honest opinion. Tortured musician, Niccolo Cavatelli, comes from a powerful Italian family, who he doesn’t completely understand because their faith in a loving God doesn’t fit in with what he feels inside. I ask you to read his story and give that pianist, Alexander Joseph, a listen, too. Close your eyes and worship. Send gratitude to a generous Savior who laid down His life so the music we make will make sense. And check out another fabulous musicians' story by a dear friend, at the link below.

Fur Elise - Reimagined by Alexander Joseph

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He curled their values in his fist and tossed them away. They didn’t know what it was like to be him.

Niccolo Cavatelli, famous cellist, lives in a world filled with music. Yet the notes he hears day and night bring him no closer to the security he craves. Instead, they isolate and seclude him. Then Kati Dennis enters his life. Swept along by their mutual attraction, he writes his greatest song ever. One which, in one tragic moment, might just silence the music for both of them. Forever.

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Seeking the truth brought them together ~ Finding the truth may tear them apart

Sophia Gallo is celebrated and adored by millions, but in her meteoric rise to fame, it may appear that she has forgotten the One who gave her the gift that made possible her life of wealth and glory. She hasn't forgotten. She's reminded every day as she endeavors to hide a secret that could change everything and expose her as the freak and outcast she always thought herself to be.

Cade Fioretti has never backed down from finding the truth, and he's not about to start now. It's his job and his passion. Sophia is beautiful, talented, and the subject of his next book; but she's hiding something. No matter what it takes, he's going to dig it up, and in the process learn all there is to know about this woman who has stolen his heart.


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In thinking on how to introduce this, I realized I have several options. I could focus on it being World Chocolate Day. That seems important to a chocolate lover like me. I could also mention it being "Young adult romance your mother can trust." All my YA is clean with godly morals and a hint of my own humor. But I decided to focus on Jesus who mixed with a day dedicated to chocolate makes me smile HUGE. All He needs to be better is a chocolate bar. I'm sure they have those in heaven.

But anywho ... that indelible image placed in my wallet, below is an excerpt from the book. I've placed a few other links at the bottom. You have my huge gratitude for reading this and supporting my writing.

Only one thing appeals to Sedona Keyes as much as chocolate – Jordan Merritt, her brother’s best friend. But her brother is against it, so in favor of family peace, she sets her feelings aside.

When a horrible car accident robs her of her memory, Jordan becomes the only person she’s sure of. She loves him, and he loves her. But what they have might not survive her brother’s continued hostility or the time and doubt steadily tearing their love apart.

EXCERPT:
“I actually hate it when I get this way,” I mumbled, my mouth full. “It’s like someone sautéed my insides in rancid oil and served them up with a plate of live eels.”

“That’s gross.”

Jordan’s voice came from behind. He was leaning on the kitchen doorframe. Man, he was fine. I stuffed the chocolate bar further in my mouth, aware I looked like a hog at the trough.

But then, if I’d seen him over the years, he’d seen me. He’d done all the things young boys typically do to girls a shade younger than them. I’d been picked on mercilessly, had pranks pulled on me, been shut out and closed off while they played games I was supposedly “too little” for. He was there the Christmas my Aunt Barb gave me my first bra, had walked into the laundry more than once and found me chest-deep in underwear. What memories I’d formed, he’d formed as well.

“But accurate,” I returned.

He gave a crooked smile.

“Maybe we shouldn’t trust you to drive.” This comment came from my brother who’d entered smelling like too much cologne. He was dressed for work, khaki slacks and a red polo shirt embroidered with the company logo.

“Where are you driving?” my mom asked.

I switched my gaze to her face. “The mall. I have to buy a birthday gift for Janene.”

“I can drive you.”

My head winged left. Had Jordan just offered to take me somewhere? I’d ridden in his Jeep before, but never alone. Always, Gary was there. Speaking of Gary, he didn’t look too happy Jordan had spoken, which was the other reason I had to get over my infatuation. Harmony. At no point in time, did Gary want to lose his best friend’s attention to his little sister, and I respected that.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gary said. “If she drives off the road, the road will see her coming and run.”

“Ha. Ha.” I made a face. I finished my candy bar and rose, tossing the wrapper in the trash can, then rinsed my fingers.

“Actually,” my mom said. “If Jordan could take you, I’d feel better.”

I twisted her direction, my hands tangled in the dish towel.

“I don’t like you going to the mall alone.”

At that moment, I wasn’t sure whether to crow because Mom had endorsed me being alone with Jordan or because my brother looked like he’d swallowed a toad.

“That is … if you don’t mind,” she said to Jordan.

“No problem. I have the day off.”

Her smile said she was grateful and pleased. My brother’s scowl said if she hadn’t been standing there, he would rupture. Ick. Not a pretty sight for anyone.

“It’s settled then. I have to visit your grandmother today anyhow and am leaving in about twenty minutes. This way I won’t have to worry.”

She worried a lot. Ever since my dad died, she’d taken on a lot of responsibilities that used to be his, and as a result, way more pressure. Gary did his part to alleviate some of it, as did I, and Jordan frequently told her he loved her. None of that brought my dad back, but at least, she knew she wasn’t alone.

“You go and forget about us,” I said. “Jordan will be my hero today.”

I caught eyes with him then, and that same tingling rush swept up my spine which said I was this close to something I had no clue how to stop. Gary’s face loomed into view over Jordan’s shoulder, and it wasn’t nice. But this wasn’t my fault … not Jordan volunteering, not my mom agreeing so easily. I glanced away. He didn’t have anything to get worked up over anyhow. Not like Jordan saw me as any more than he ever had, not like one trip to the mall would alter anything.

We are Americans because God set it so. He spoke to me one morning about the foundation of our country and its tie to Israel and revealed to me a truth I did not know. These UNITED States were the only ones to vote Israel should become a nation following World War II. Without the USA, there’d be no nation of Israel. (President Truman acknowledged Israel as a State the day they declared their independence, May May 14, 1948. See the National Archives.)

Jesus is a Jew. I’ve said this many times. We must know this. But Jesus is King of all nations, and I saw Him there. In another moment in time, before me on top of Mt. Rushmore, sat our King. There is no doubt in me that He holds power here, and knowing this eliminates all doubt of our safety, our prosperity, our mission. We, the church, have been given His heart. We are His love on display, and this crosses national boundaries. God’s children are everywhere on this earth.

Contrary to popular belief, though we are in what the Scriptures call “the latter days,” these are not days of overwhelming evil and violence. Even in Matthew 24, when Jesus speaks of what will come, He tells us the end does not come because of “wars and rumours of wars,” but when the gospel is spread to the world. God’s peace is so much greater than all the violence the hostile kingdom of darkness can dig up.

Look up today and say a prayer for our soldiers, who serve to protect and guide this nation. Celebrate the goodness of God to us. Then in a moment of quietness, remember those who died in America’s service. For upon their blood we stand.

★★★★★

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