Here is the 4th and final book of the Holy Scripture New Testament series.
Here it is. The last book in THE HOLY SCRIPTURE NEW TESTAMENT BOOKS which the Lord asked me to do shortly after the year 2000. It has taken me some time but I got it accomplished. He even pulled some surprises for me on this. I had no idea He wanted it into a series of 4 books, in more detail of what the New Testament is all about. It has been my most unique experience serving Him this way.
For the printed version go here. On this page is all the books available to purchase printed versions. You can also find books 1-3 of this series:
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Would anyone be interested in reading my preview for my first novel Soul Ties? The storyline revolves around heartbroken Aria Richards who discovers a past life in the 1920's in New Orleans. Her past starts to unravel after a past life regression through hypnosis. Aria starts to piece together the present day issues of an on again, off again relationship she has not been able to let go of. Bringing her to a higher level of consciousness Aria is now on a quest to find the true meaning of eternal life & love.
Most girls would be offended , I on the other hand think it is sort of romantic. I know what you might be thinking, it is 2015.. who even emails anymore?
Your boyfriend was so persistent, after receiving numerous explicit emails that almost seemed to be straight from a erotic romance novel. With his profuse amount of errors and vividly describing my body to the t, I knew he had written these himself and I eagerly wanted to read more. His words seemed flawless and I didn't want his sentences to end. Every paragraph seemed to get shorter and shorter. I started to read slower taking every one of his carefully, strategically chosen words in. As I was about to finish, his words had just stopped mid sentence. Almost burning a hole on my phone screen with my eyes, I then started to fill in the blanks with my own thoughts. Which were not nearly as captivating as I knew his would be. His mouth watering words seemed to float around in my head for the next couple of days. His writing was lucid and it was almost like his words were demanding to be felt. At least I wanted to be, after reading his emails for the 86th time. I re read them religiously hoping it would fight my urge to respond. I mistakenly thought I would eventually be exasperated and secretly hoped the lust in his words would die. How foolish of me, I had already fallen in love with every one of his words. In fact I craved them, something that seemed so innocent I wanted in the worst way possible. I could not help but think this was so much better, than any of the 50 shades of blue novels people were reading. This was real and I was the main character. I would like to think I have more will power, at the end of the day it seemed I had a copious amounts of reasons why I should not engage. Although in introspection, responding to an email seemed harmless. After the 86th time, I replied. In a click of a button I would lose all respect I so desperately wanted from him.
My Brother: A Different Shade of Me is a story about two young boys growing up in rural Plaquemine Parish, Louisiana in the 1850?s. Even though they grew up on opposing sides of the fence, John (white) and Adam (slave), they grew up closer than brothers. One night Adam was attacked by a group of ruffians. Knowing no sheriff would be called and no sheriff would come. John Jr. enlisted the aid of Adams three sisters Victoria, Elizabeth, and Rebecca to help him find and punish the culprits. This is a story of love, friendship, humor, betrayal, vengeance, and blind justice.
I wake up freezing with my face just inches from the cracking paint of a ceiling. As I reach down to grab the covers, of which I find there are none, my eye catches the first glimpse of orange. Like pumpkin orange, but even brighter. My memory starts to come back, along with a horrible, pulsating headache. The shaking starts, then the tears come. I’ve done it again. I’m in jail somewhere, and even with my foggy head and slow memory, I know it has something to do with alcohol. I realize that I’m on the top bunk of a metal bunk bed. Below me, someone is snoring quite loudly. What time is it? No watch on my arm. The lights are flooding into the room, or now I know, the cell. I can see my breath. I’ve got to get out of here, I will freeze to death. Well actually freezing was the least of my worries. The room was about the size of my bathroom at home. Oh, I just want to go home. I can vaguely remember my husband Todd, refusing to pick me up. Did I call anyone else? I can’t remember. Lord, I need a blanket, or coffee, or both. So getting back to the small room, uh, cell, it was small. Yes I said that already, sorry. Anyway, the bunk bed took up most of the space, and then there was a half wall with a toilet on the other side. I vaguely also remember two drawers attached to the wall. Drawers? Maybe there was a blanket, a sheet. I would even take a t-shirt right now if I could find one. I looked down over the side of my top bunk. I can see a human form under some blankets. Yes blankets. As in two. Well if I had a blanket I now know where it is. Maybe I can just go down there, politely tap her and say “Excuse me for waking you, but could I please have one of your blankets?” But first, I need to find the ladder, there has to be a ladder, right? How do they expect for me to get down from here. On second thought, how did I get up here? Well I looked up one side and across the foot. No ladder. The other side was attached to the wall, so of course no ladder there. How about the foot. No ladder. Tears came even harder, and I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. Well only one way down. I would have to jump. The thought of landing on that cold tile, or whatever it was floor, made me procrastinate until I had no choice. I slid as far down the side of the bunk that I could and then dropped. My ankles were on fire. I hopped over to the facilities, and did my business. I stood up to flush, and that’s when it happened. A thundering voice from under the blankets yelled, “Don’t ever do that again!” I think I just met my cell mate. I can’t remember her name, or even if she gave it to me, but I do remember those first words to me. I also remember not caring at all what she had to say. How could anyone hurt me anymore than I had already hurt myself.
So just how did a Christian wife, mother, flight attendant, end up staring at the ceiling of a jail cell? The answer, simply put, alcoholism. However as you will hear in my story, there is nothing simple about alcoholism. The journey through alcoholic **** took me about 8 years to stagger through. There were six rehab centers. Jail stays, yes stays, as in more than one. A psychiatric facility. One homeless shelter, and 2 half-way houses. I stayed in the homes of 2 friends that I met in recovery and also graced my parent’s home, back in New Mexico, for what I am sure was a long 30 days for them. They didn’t know how to help me, which was understandable, how do you help a crazy person! I was even taken into the home of a dear Pastor and his sweet wife down in San Antonio Texas. I had a few come to Jesus moments, but still didn’t put down the drink. It was only in desperation that I finally took steps which enabled me to surrender my will to Christ and begin another journey. One of simply put, freedom, freedom from bondage. The bondage of my own self will. The will that kept me from being the person that God wanted me to be, the will that kept me from his plan for me. The will that started the ball rolling, and plummeted me and my family into the nightmare of alcoholism. This is my story.
lo que me caracteriza a mi poesia es la sutilidad que impregno en cada frase,el mensaje que quiero transmitir.Es muy importante para mi que el lector entienda el universo quue encierra cada poema,por tal razon la naturalidad en las palabras son esenciales en mis creaciones.porque de esta forma la poesia tiene vida propia.
es muy importante para mi como poeta y escritora que conozcan mi trabajo, que se enamoren de lo que escribo y descubran la pasion con la que escribo cada verso. compartire con ustedes varios de mis poemas para que los lean, y aunque estos no hacen parte de los dos libros publicados,son poesias libres, asi es como yo las llamo y las cuales ustedes conoceran.
If you are anything like my cowriter and I, now is the time of year when we think about where we want to go on our next trip. We've been lucky enough to travel and see some amazing places in Europe and America. Many of our books take place in some of our favorite vacation destinations.
Here are our books that are part-travelogues. They are all available at your favorite online bookstores such as Amazon, iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Smashwords, and Kobo:
Have you ever wanted to go to England and trace the footsteps of its literary giants? Then, you might want to take along this ebook (which also includes pictures) which is available for just 99 cents:
England in the Footsteps of its Literary Giants
eBook available for 99 cents
Another book we've written that takes place in England is The Stolen Mask: A Nancy Keene Mystery. It is about a teenage sleuth, (very similar to Nancy Drew) who goes to England with her father and finds out that James Bond (AKA Daniel Craig) is staying at the same hotel they are. When his acting award is stolen from his room, Nancy is hot on the trail to help find it.
The Stolen Mask: A Nancy Keene Mystery
eBook available for $1.99
My husband and I love New Orleans and we have visited there more times than we can count. We wrote two books that take place in the Crescent City:
The Ghost in the Plantation: A Nancy Keene Mystery
eBook Available for $2.99
Also in Paperback
Honeymoon in New Orleans
eBook available for $1.99
After we read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, we wanted to make a pilgrimage to Savannah, Georgia to visit all the places mentioned in the best seller. Honeymoon in Savannah: A Detective Santy Mystery takes you on a guided tour through this city where a famous chef has been murdered! This has turned out to be our most popular book.
Honeymoon in Savannah: A Detective Santy Mystery
eBook available for $2.99
Also available in paperback
Every Saturday night, my husband and I listen to A Prarie Home Companion. Two years ago, we made a pilgrimage to check out some of the places Garrison Keillor bases his News for Lake Wobegon stories upon. We even got to meet him! When we were there, I wrote this book, which includes pictures. Anyone who has listened to Keillor's radio show shouldn't miss this tale of missing bachelor farmer!
The Missing Bachelor Farmer: A Nancy Keene Mystery
eBook available for $1.99
Also available in paperback at Amazon.com
Are you still with me, dear reader? If so, you might like to take a trip on Route 66 with our teenage sleuth, Nancy Keene. This time, she finds herself on the Mother Road discovering romance, intrigue and coming to the aide of a little old lady in distress.
The Buried Treasure on Route 66: A Nancy Keene Mystery