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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Friday, 28 October 2016

How to charm a beekeeper's heart by Candice Sue Patterson

Weddings are the last thing beekeeper Huck Anderson wants to be associated with, considering his past. So when he inherits a building occupied by a bridal boutique, he aims to evict the failing business and open a sporting goods store. That is until his tenant ends up being Arianne Winters, a woman he’s indebted to from a mistake made years ago. When a life-threatening injury derails Huck entirely, Arianne offers a compromise to keep her boutique and her life out of bankruptcy—she’ll aid in his lengthy recovery if he’ll allow her to remain in his building. But nursing her adversary proves challenging when her adolescent crush resurfaces. Amidst a battle-of-wills, their lives intertwine in unexpected ways, providing opportunity to overcome their pasts and start anew. Will this confirmed bachelor consider holy-matrimony, or will Huck’s choices sting them a second time?

Huck took a sip of his soda and ran a napkin over his lips. "So how’ya been, Arianne?"
Making small talk before he cut her throat. Nice tactic. "Fine. You?"
"Good. Been real busy." He tugged his long sleeves up to his elbows, revealing tanned forearms. A result of his southern DNA, she was sure.
For the next ten minutes, in between bites of juicy lobster meat, he filled her in on his wonderful life since high school. It was just what she wanted to hear. Felt like old times.
"What do you do now?" Arianne tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and scolded herself for carrying a grudge over something that happened so long ago. People change. She had.
He finished his bite and rested his elbows on the table, his perfect lips shiny with butter. "I’m a beekeeper. Run my own honey farm in Summerville."
Made sense. He’d always been able to charm anything into doing his bidding.

My review:

Its not often I want to knock some sense into a character in a book, but Huck is one of those times. He's just a little too stubborn for his own good. Fortunately Arianne is just as stubborn and won't take no for an answer. Toss in a cute child who loves Mr. Huck and you have a story that will keep you reading far later than you ought too.
I recieved an ARC which has in no way influenced this review.

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Monday, 24 October 2016

Ruby the indomitable by Robin Jansen

Only one real memory with her mother remained: young Ruby standing in front of a bookstore, holding the hand of a woman in a red coat. After being rescued and taken in by servants, Ruby feels safe for a time. Then in 1920, during the hard winter in New York City, eleven-year-old Ruby is sent packing from the mansion where she’s been a servant since the age of six. A bleak future forces her to sneak onto a train where she discovers hope in Denton, Texas—only to have her newfound happiness shaken to the core when a poor working class section of town known as Quakertown is razed, causing black families to lose their homes. Now, Ruby must choose between the new family she has come to love and the place where people say she belongs.

The book is about a fictional character set in historical times. When Ruby traveled to Denton, Texas, the history is true.

My review:
Ruby is one of those 3D characters whom you fall in love with immediately and root for, cry for and laugh with. Based at the YA readership, this reader who is nowhere near that age, couldn't put it down. Not hiding the problem of being black in a mainly white world, this book leaves you turning pages and wanting more.
Would love to see a sequel of Ruby grown up and doing what she is planning on doing.

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About the Author
Robin Jansen Shope is an educator with five teaching certificates and twenty-five years of classroom experience. Her day position is being the Special Education Coordinator at the Denton County Juvenile Justice System for at-risk kids. By night she is an avid reader and a compulsive writer. Robin has two grown children and a grandson. She resides in Dallas, Texas with her dog and cat.
To date, her popular literary works include approximately two hundred articles in magazines such as Live, Lookout, Mennonite, Christian Reader, Decision, and Breakthrough. Her short stories can be found in book collections such as A Match Made in Heaven, Stories from the Heart, The Evolving Woman, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and in the New York Times Bestseller, In The Arms of Angels. One of these shorts, Mom s Last Laugh, was re-enacted for a PAX-TV program: It s a Miracle.

Robin co-authored three fiction novels, The Chase, The Replacement, and The Candidate. She went on to write Wildcard, The Christmas Edition, The Valentine Edition, and The Easter Edition.

The Christmas Edition will be released as a movie, Journey to Paradise by Salty Earth Pictures.

Ruby Red is Robin's first young adult book and first book with Sparklesoup LLC. Ruby Red and the Colors of Home, Book 2 of the Ruby Red Series will be published by Sparklesoup LLC in the Fall 2010.

An interesting fact about Robin Jansen Shope is, she is a former missionary.

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Saturday, 22 October 2016

Disguised Blessings by Mary Manners

Blessings linger at a fork in the road as the winds of change whisper…


Jaxon Briscoe has enjoyed a decade as the beloved star center of the Chicago Blackhawks. But off the ice, a string of reckless relationships has resulted in an accusation that he's fathered a child. As Jaxon's conscience is tossed into a firestorm, he learns his nephew, Grayson, has been expelled from school, and Jax is blindsided when Gray shows up on his doorstep—for good.

Adrienne Price carries a heavy secret...pregnant at a young age, she gave up her daughter for adoption in the hopes that the child might have a better life. Now, Adrienne's vowed to help teens rise above unsavory situations. As a result of God's grace, her project, Second Chances Day School, has prospered beyond her wildest imagination. But when Jax's troubled nephew enrolls at Second Chances, Adrianne is faced with a big challenge in the form of a hockey player with a bad reputation and a lot of boyish charm.

Can Adrienne and Jax finally find real love?


Excerpt #1:
Jaxon swung open French doors leading to a corner balcony and let the warmth of late-spring air wash over him. Sunlight played hide and seek with a quilt of rain clouds, and he sucked in a gentle breeze laced with the sweet, musky scent of impending rain. Along the river, Bradford Pears peaked to full bloom. The pollen wreaked havoc with his allergies, but at the moment he didn’t mind.
I’m not a father…the baby is not mine. Thanks to negative test results, he wouldn’t be bound to Shayla for the remainder of his life.
But someone would. Obviously, she’d had more than one fish in the tank, so to speak. Jaxon didn’t know why it crawled under his skin to imagine her with someone else. He certainly had enjoyed more than his fair share of the female persuasion, never giving a second thought to the flip side of that perspective.  His encounters had always been laid back and easy…no strings attached and certainly no expectations. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d never considered the women he enjoyed might be dabbling in more than him.
But now that that gear was turning, Jaxon couldn’t shove the idea from his mind. And suddenly the images he conjured bothered him—very much. And the oath he’d muttered in his weakest moment came back to haunt him.
I swear I’ll do anything You ask, God, if you just let this paternity test come back negative.
Surely God wouldn’t hold him to such an oath, would He? Jaxon shook off the thought as he punched a series of numbers into the phone. Calhoun’s didn’t usually deliver this time of day but he was sure they would make an exception…for him.

Excerpt #2:

Gray trembled as he pressed his back against the wall so tight Jaxon thought he might meld into the plaster. His eyes, round and wide, filled with tears as he surveyed the ruined picture and its shattered frame. Beneath the light, shards of glass shimmered across the wood like a minefield.
            Unfazed by the mess, Kara flopped onto the couch. “I’m done talking. It’s not getting us anywhere.” She eyed the Calhoun’s delivery bag and then reached for it. “I wash my hands of it.”
            Jaxon watched her lift the bag to her nose, sniff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
            “I’m losing my mind.” Kara raked a hand through her hair and then opened the bag, took a look at the contents, and without further hesitation delved inside. She found the sandwich, unwrapped it and bit off a healthy hunk. She spoke through a mouthful of pork. “You have no idea how bad it’s been, Jax. While you’re gallivanting around the globe, I’m all by myself, just trying to hang on. You have to take the kid, Jax. I need a break.”
            “What? Wait a minute.” Jaxon’s heart pounded in his chest. To keep his hands busy, he knelt and began to pick up shards of glass. “You’re being unreasonable. Finish the sandwich, calm down a little and we’ll clean up the mess, work this out. But Grayson staying here with me, well, that’s not an option. You know I travel, Kara.”
            “Not during the off season.”
            “I’m in negotiations, navigating appearances and promotional events. I might be called away at any time.”
“Doesn’t that make you sound all oh-so-uppity?” Another healthy bite and the sandwich nearly disappeared. “Come on, Jaxon, get real.”
 “I am being real. I might have to leave on a moment’s notice. Then what?”
“Hire a babysitter. You have plenty of bucks. It won’t even put a dent in your piggy bank.”
            “I won’t go back with her, Uncle Jax.” Grayson pushed off the wall, his hands clenching into fists. “I’ll run away before I go back.”
            “Run away?” Jaxon sidestepped shards of glass. “Where would you go?”
            “Who cares? Anywhere is better than home—with her and all the creeps that come around.” He tugged the ball cap even lower, hiding eyes that overflowed with tears. “And I’m standing right here, you know. I hear every word you’re saying, Uncle Jax. You don’t want me, either.”
            “I didn’t say that.” Jaxon crossed to the kitchen, tossed broken pieces into the trash can beneath the sink and returned with a broom and dustpan. “You’re putting words in my mouth. Just…hang on a minute.”
            “I don’t want to go back. You can’t make me go back.” The tears coursed down Gray’s cheeks as his voice caught. “Please, let me stay.”

Excerpt #3:

Adrienne sipped from her coffee cup, studying him carefully over the rim, before setting it aside. “As was mentioned, I spoke with Gray’s mother on the phone yesterday, so I’m wondering why you’re here today instead of her.”
            “Like I said, she carries enough baggage to fill a box truck. It’s a long story.”
            “It always is.” Adrienne glanced up, clicked the pen in her hand, and with that single flick something inside Jaxon stumbled. His pulse did a weird little salsa before the brakes kicked in, easing it back down to a normal cadence. It was as if the world belched, and then drew a deep, cleansing breath before continuing to spin on its axis. “I have plenty of time to listen. It’s part of the whole paying-attention thing.”
            “I’m paying attention, too.”
“And what do you see?”
“No verdict yet. You’ve got me puzzled, Miss Price—may I call you Adrienne—and I’m still summing it all up.”
I’ve got you puzzled? Why?”
“What’s a woman like you doing in a place like this, spending your days with kids who’d rather have every tooth yanked without anesthesia than go to school?”
“A woman like me? And just what kind of woman am I?”
“Still figuring that out, too.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Oh, I will.” Jaxon wondered what it was about Adrienne that piqued his desire for a closer look. She certainly didn’t fit the bill for the tall, curvy women that most often captured his attention. She was, in effect, the polar opposite with a frame that he figured barely hit the five-foot mark and was more on the slender side that sculpted. Her shorter-length hair wasn’t much of a turn-on for him. He liked something he could run his fingers through. And the whole prayer thing…Gray was on the mark there. Jax did look at the whole church experience as a sort of mumbo jumbo led by men who were, at best, imperfect. Why should he listen to their thoughts—their direction—on God? He had his act together, didn’t he?
Yet, there was something ever-so-subtle about the woman sitting across from him that called for a double-take…maybe her eyes?
The very thought almost caused Jaxon to laugh out loud. Her eyes? Really? He thought back to Shayla and Margo and the string of women in his past. If he was asked to provide a firing squad with the eye color of any one of those women, he’d be destined to suffer a sure and quick death. 
Grayson’s words drifted back to haunt him.
“…I want to be like you, Uncle Jax, just having fun, traveling all the time for hockey games and walking around with a hot chick on each arm. It’s so cool.”
A sudden wave of nausea swept Jaxon. Cool? The coffee soured in his gut and he turned from the desk…and Adrienne’s watchful eye.
“Mr. Briscoe, are you OK?”
“Jaxon…”  He waved off Adrienne as beads of perspiration dampened his shirt along the small of his back. “And, just give me a minute.”
What was happening to him? Maybe Coach was right about the concussion. Maybe his brains were scrambled. Music on the radio segued to the adrenaline rush of an over-enthused car salesman touting used vehicles, grating his frazzled nerves.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Adrienne prodded, “I’d like to hear more about Grayson and his mother, and about how you all came to be at this juncture.”
            This juncture…was he truly at a juncture in his life? The roiling in his gut was all the answer he needed.

Excerpt #4:

“Maybe Second Chances isn’t the place for you and your nephew. Maybe you should look elsewhere. I’m not interested in media hounds or negative publicity here, and both seem to follow you like a shadow.”
“You can’t mean that. This place—Second chances—has to be it. There’s nowhere else for Gray to go. I’m it and you’re definitely it. We’re the end of the line.”
“Mr. Briscoe—”
“Good grief, Jaxon.” He tossed the soiled tissues into the trashcan and retrieved the scattered papers from the floor. “Here’s your contract.” He scribbled his signature on the dotted line before pressing the paper into her hands. “Signed and delivered. You’ll get your twenty percent volunteer days out of me and then some. Gray needs this place. He can’t go home, not with the way things stand with Kara. I’ll beg if I have to—just don’t punish him for my mistakes.”
“Begging is certainly not necessary.” Adrienne scanned the contract, smoothed a finger over his signature. “But, in that case…do you have any notable skills besides hockey and…engaging in pillow talk with women?”
“If you’re serious about that statement—the volunteer part, I mean—maybe we should discuss it over a decent cup of coffee. It appears we’ve managed to drain your pot.”
            “More coffee?” Adrienne’s laughter filled the room. “You can’t be serious.”
            “Oh, but I am. What better way to clear the air…and my reputation?”
“I’m afraid another cup of coffee would only serve to accomplish the opposite.”
“What’s the matter, do you have something against a little adult conversation coupled with a palatable cup of java?”
            “No, nothing against the coffee. It’s merely you and your piranha-like tactics that throw a hitch in the second part.”
            “Piranha…ouch. That smarts.”
            “Sometimes the truth hurts. Maybe coffee with your agent would be a wiser move, considering what just hit the fan. Damage-control seems to be in order.”
            “My reputation has weathered worse.” But Jaxon cringed as his cell phone vibrated in his back pocket.
            “I can’t even begin to imagine.”
            “You’ve got the wrong impression of me.” Jaxon didn’t know why her assertion bothered him, but the bottom line was, it did. He ignored the phone as it launched into a second set of convulsions.
            “Time will tell.”
            “The fact is, you want to hear the rest of the story…the truth about me.” Jax nodded. “I see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. Like I said, I know how to pay attention, too.”
            “Talk about a heaping side-dish of mumbo-jumbo.” Adrienne reached for her glasses, placed them back atop her nose. “This is nonsense. You’re a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy, aren’t you, Jaxon?”
            “And you’re even-keel, by-the-book, no-detours sort of lady, right?” He switched the radio back on and music drifted. “Hmm…maybe I’m not the one with the story to tell. Maybe it’s all you, Adrienne.”
            “Miss Price.”
            “OK, sure.”
            Her eyes shone huge, like two pools of rich caramel, through the lenses. “Excuse me for being blunt, Jaxon, but have you given any consideration whatsoever to the fact that you are now, without revocation, completely and solely responsible for Grayson’s care and welfare?” Adrienne leaned forward to splay both palms on the desktop. Her chin rose as her gaze met his.  “And, have you given any thought at all to what you hope to accomplish—what you’d like him to learn from you—while he’s in your care?”
            “I…well…” Good grief, she had him there. Slowly, Jaxon shook his head. He jammed his hands into his pockets. “It hasn’t even been twenty hours. This time yesterday, I was on the phone with…”
            The doctor’s office. Really…really, had that been just twenty hours ago? In the course of less than a day’s time, his whole world had shifted. He didn’t like the feeling—not one bit. Where was he supposed to go from here?
God, if you’re listening, I’d like you to know how annoyed I am by your bizarre sense of humor.
            There he went again, talking to the air.
Adrienne prodded him along. “You were saying?”
“Forget that. I’m not cut out for this. I can’t—”
“You can. You have to. Gray’s counting on you and watching every move you make. You might want to give that some consideration, Jaxon.” She tossed her empty coffee cup into the trash can and rose from her chair. “I think we should head to the gym now. Gray still has his paperwork to complete, and you, well…you’ve got business to take care of.”
            “Wow.” Jaxon rose to face her, and realized she barely matched his chin in height. How did one so petite pack such a wallop of attitude? “You’re just a breath of fresh air, you know that?”

            “Give it time.” She reached around him, unlatched the office door. “You’ll learn I’m more like a stage five hurricane.”

Friday, 21 October 2016

'Mums in November by Clare Revell

Blurb: Running into Amber Neville after twenty years wasn’t on Dr. Jackson Parker’s list of things to do. Amber had been head girl to his head boy, and from what he remembers, she was British, stuck up and bossy...But the red-haired beauty she’s grown into leaves him stunned.
Newly returned from a job in Canada, Amber remembers Jackson as a brash and rude American--not at all the even-tempered, handsome doctor he's turned out to be. But she can’t get involved, not with the massive burden she bears--a burden that has to remain hidden at all costs.
As secrets are revealed, Amber’s life is thrown into danger. As the flowers fade, so does her chance of survival. But Jackson has other plans. After all, doctors are meant to save lives, no matter the cost.


Amber Neville stood rooted to the spot. Of all the people she’d met since she fled Canada and arrived in Headley Cross, Jackson Parker was the last person she expected. She’d picked a town she’d never lived in, only to discover an amazing church family that welcomed her. Along with a cousin who’d asked her to stay for as long as she needed somewhere to live.
Maybe it wasn’t Jackson. After twenty years, she couldn’t be sure. She nudged Niamh Harkin, her cousin’s wife. “Who’s that over there? Long dark blondish hair, green coat, staring at us?”
“That, my dear, is Jackson Parker, doctor, church member, upstanding pillar of the community.” Niamh grinned. “And, apparently, he’s unable to take his eyes off you either.”
Amber froze. The only American kid in the entire school, Jackson was brash, rude, arrogant, self-centered, and had a penchant for getting his own way. She’d wanted Simon Payne to get the headship along with her. Then she could have spent time with him and maybe he’d have liked her.
Instead, she got Jackson, the one kid in her year who seemed impervious to her, whereas everyone else just plain didn’t like her. Which didn’t make being head girl any easier.
However, she had to admit he’d changed over the years. The spots had gone, and so had the dark hair. His longish locks were now fairer than she remembered, with a lean muscular frame peeping through his open, full length coat.
Niamh nudged her. “Are you OK? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I guess I have.” Amber swallowed, trying to regain her composure. “We were at school together. From what I remember, his father was working over here, doing something in the American Embassy. I never did find out what. He left soon after our final exams.” She tore her gaze away and took a step to the side.
From the way the man stared, he recognized her too, and that could only lead to problems in the future.
Maybe she should move, again. Start over someplace else. But her ankle had other ideas as she made a misstep on the uneven ground and it twisted beneath her, sending her to the ground in an undignified heap. Clucking in embarrassment, Amber tried to get up, but found herself unable to do so.
Niamh dropped to her side, and called over her shoulder. “Jackson?”
“Don’t,” Amber hissed, grabbing her ankle as pain speared her. “This is embarrassing enough as it is. Just give me a second and I’ll be right as rain.”
“Too late, he’s coming over.”
“I’m off duty, Niamh.” The slow Texan drawl hadn’t changed over the years. It grated as much as it ever had.
“And if there was a fire, Jared would just stand and watch it burn.”
Jackson grinned. “Of course he would. That is why we’re here tonight, right, to watch the bonfire burn?”
Niamh chuckled. “Jackson, this is Amber. Amber, Jackson. I’ll leave you in his capable hands.”
Niamh had obviously mistaken her horror for interest. Amber looked up at Jackson. His hands were the last place she wanted to be left. Now or ever.

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Friday, 14 October 2016

Forgiveness by Marianne Evans

I don't normally put this first, but I didn't want anyone to miss it. This book is AMAZING. I don't often read way longer than I ought to - or annoy hubby by kindle reading in the dark. But this was one book I couldn't put down. 
I was alternately rooting for Chase, and then wanting to slap some sense into him. I also woke at stupid o'clock thinking I should call him, make sure he was all right. Then remembered he was a person in a book.... Likewise Pyper. 
Ms. Evans has done it again with this one. A powerful tale of love and the true meaning of forgiveness. How the words themselves aren't enough without the honestly and emotion behind it.
I was gifted an ARC from the publisher. This has in no way affected the above review.

Country music bad boy Chase Bradington is on the comeback trail. Fresh from rehab for alcohol addiction, and transformed by the power of Christ, Chase is battling to rediscover the music he loves and a career he nearly ruined. Then he meets up and comer, Pyper Brock, and instantly sparks ignite.

Pyper knows of Chase’s reputation, so despite a rampant attraction to the handsome and talented icon, she soundly dismisses his romantic overtures. Decades ago, her father, in a drunken rage, tossed her and her mother onto the streets. No way will Pyper make the mistake of falling for a man whose done battle with the bottle.

What happens when Chase’s quest to win Pyper’s love breaks down chains of resentment and eases the long buried wounds of her childhood? And what happens when Pyper’s father shows up in Nashville, clean, sober and seeking a chance to apologize?

Can Pyper follow a pathway to peace when it comes to her father? Can she fully trust Chase? Above all, can a sin damaged past be released in favor of forgiveness?


They convened in the great room. When Amy crossed the threshold, Chase watched her run gentle fingertips against the edge of the fireplace mantle, where silver-framed photos rested. For a time she lost herself in family snapshots, formal portraits of Zach, Pyper…
And within her eyes crested an ocean of sadness that twisted his stomach, because he didn’t think they were going to like what he had to say.
“Excuse me for being torn between two sides here, but I don’t think you should have treated him so harshly. Why are you painting him with the lines of a brush that’s decades old? What right do you have to do that? It’s not fair, and it’s not worthy of the people standing in this room—the one’s I’ve come to know and care for so much.”
Pyper crossed the room, headed for her mother’s side, but she drew up short and stared at Chase. Zach stood not far away, brows furrowed, arms crossed, gaze pinging from one person to the next as he visibly attempted to sort things through.
Tyler stepped into the tense and building void. “Chase, you’re right to be loyal to him. I don’t discount the ways he helped you find your way, but I need you to hear us out on this. You need to understand that—”
“No. There’s no need for an explanation. I get it. You’re all about second chances; you’re all about redemption; you’re all about that feel-good, all-encompassing word forgiveness, right up to the point when it involves someone who’s hurt you deep. Well, I know Mark far better than you, and I respect him. He worked hard to overcome. I can relate to that struggle because life forced me to walk his same walk. He’s a troubled, flawed man who tells me he’s working hard to be what he needs to be, what he wants to be. I had my doubts about his arrival, and I know how he hurt y’all. But after his witness today, after the way he accepted his cross with grace and humility, I feel he deserves a chance. Why did you lash out at him without knowing thing-one about the demons he’s slain?”
“Demons!” Pyper rounded on him. “The demons he’s slain? Chase, that man is a wrecking ball! Any demons he faced, he brought on himself!”
“Absolutely, and those demons will lurk over you as well, Pyper—over all of you—if you storm off and refuse to give him the time of day. That kind of judgment I don’t want or need. It’s toxic, unfair, and it certainly isn’t Christian.”
Pyper’s cry mixed pain and anger; the realization registered then evaporated.
Temper erupting, he pressed forward through lightning strikes and storm clouds he could taste in the air. “The man you hate so much—and don’t even try to hide from that truth—is the man who helped me, and nothing but God led Mark Samuels to Nashville. If you can’t see that, then you don’t understand all the words you use about seeing His hand in our lives, and recognizing His actions, His interventions.”
Pyper’s eyes filled, and Chase rebuked the resulting stab of pain.
“That damaged man found healing; that damaged man repented and worked hard to restore himself. I’ve learned a lot from his journey, and he pulled me scratching and clawing from a black hole. I’m sorry for what he did. Truly I am.” His gaze roved Pyper’s precious face, then moved to Amy. “What he did to you and your mama is reprehensible, but you should look at who he is now.” Chase focused on Tyler and Zach as well. “All of you need to see his redemption rather than his past. He’s covered by grace. He’s loved. He’s forgiven. Right?” His gaze landed square on Pyper’s bewildered face. “Just. Like. Me.” He invaded her space. Fire burned in his chest, stirring an all-over ache as he strove to drive home his point. “Or do you believe Jesus would leave an honestly repentant man cowering in the sand, covered by sin?”


To my mind, one of the most daunting questions I’m asked as an author is: ‘What prompted you to write this particular book/approach this topic/dive into these characters?’

(Me: oops sorry…. Not. Mwhahahaha)

Especially when it comes to my new release, Forgiveness, I don’t want to offer what might seem to be a quick and easy answer like: ‘I wrote it to help readers discover the mercy and love of God’s unconditional forgiveness.’ Instead, I wanted to dig deep, and explore the complexities of both giving and receiving forgiveness.

The seeds for the story germinated with the final installment of a series I wrote years ago called Woodland. Hearts Key wrapped the series, and featured a couple, and child, finding new life and love following the destruction caused by alcohol/gambling addiction and physical abuse.

The image of the little girl on that book cover stayed with me as I continued writing other books and moving on to other projects. Pyper haunted me…and her voice started to speak to me, sending me impulses for a story that took my heart by storm.

What if Pyper, the frightened five-year-old child of Hearts Key, grew into a powerhouse musician, like her stepfather? What if she believed her childhood scars to be healed, or at most, nothing more than a distant black memory easily dismissed? What if she literally collided with a fellow musician, Chase Bradington, who took her breath away, but had a history of battling alcoholism? What if this transformed and reformed man battled for her love, and won it—just as Pyper’s father returned to town, reformed as well, and seeking a chance to apologize, and seek her forgiveness?

Like I said, complex layers emerged. Giving and receiving forgiveness. How difficult. How hopeful. How painful. How rejuvenating.

How would Pyper find a way to extend forgiveness to the man who emotionally and physically abused her as the result of his addictions? How would she ever be able to fully trust Chase to not back-pedal and fall into a bad pattern of life once more? Could she freely give her heart to either man?

And what about Chase? Can he fully forgive himself for the wrongs of his past and move forward with Pyper? Can he truly believe, to his core, that the mercy of Christ reaches his deepest, darkest sins and washes him clean? When Pyper and her family welcome him in love and trust, can he believe himself worthy of receipt?

I hope you take the journey and enjoy this story of love, redemption and affirmation. May its message fill you with hope for the countless ways God can shine a light into the worst, most impossible situations and bring them to His goodness and perfect plan.

Marianne Evans is an award-winning author of Christian romance and fiction. Her hope is to spread the faith-affirming message of God’s love through the stories He prompts her to create.
Readers laude her work as “Riveting,” “Realistic and true to heart,” “Compelling.” Her Christian women’s fiction debut, Devotion, earned the prestigious Bookseller’s Best Award as well as the Heart of Excellence Award. Hearts Communion earned a win for Best Romance from the Christian Small Publisher's Association. She is also a two-time recipient of the Selah Award for her books Then & Now and Finding Home.
Marianne is a lifelong resident of Michigan and an active member of Romance Writers of America, most notably the Greater Detroit Chapter where she served two terms as President. Connect with Marianne at www.marianneevans.com.

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