The Light Keeper's Daughter by Jean Kinsey

 Welcome, Jean Kinsey thanks for stopping by for a visit. 

 v Tell us a little about yourself? I am a 71 yr-old grandmother who teaches Sunday school in a little country church. I love to travel and try to take a cruise whenever I can.

 v Tell us about your writing journey?  Tina, I've always

          dabbled with writing, but it wasn't until late in life when I actually took the time to do

          it. I began serious writing after my husband passed in 2005.  My short stories have

          been published in thirteen Chicken Soup for the Soul books and several periodicals.  

v What do you do enjoy doing in you spare time? write

v Tell us a little about your new book. The Light keeper's Daughter is a 1915-1918 historical.

v What inspired you to write it? I've always enjoyed lighthouses, and I remember stories told to me by my grandmother about WWl and the influenza pandemic. I just put them together and came up with my first novel

v What message do you hope readers will take from it? Nothing is impossible with God

v Do you have a favorite scene? Care to share an excerpt? 

   Belle blinked. A kaleidoscope of colors floated around the room as the ladies promenaded in gorgeous evening gowns. Her breath shallow and her pulse racing, she nearly fainted as a mental picture of her feet flailing in the air and dress flying over her head, bounced through her mind.

    Belle and Lawrence made their way to the dance floor without a catastrophe, as the orchestra switched from the trot to a slow waltz. She was one of the ladies of Marley Cove, not just the light keeper's daughter. She belonged.  

v What distracts you from writing the easiest? My grandkids

v What kind of books do you enjoy reading? (Book recommendations welcome!) My favorite is Fireflies in December by Jennifer Erin Valent.

v Which character in your new release most interested you while you wrote

  Why? Belle the daughter of a light keeper, who thought she always wanted to get away from the sea but found she really loved it.

v If you were a style of music, what style would you be? Southern gospel

v Are there spiritual themes you like to write about? Forgiveness, understanding & love

v Share a verse or Scripture passage with us that is special to you. (and why) 23^rd Psalm—It got me through a long night waiting for a surgery I wasn't expected to live through.

v Are there things you put off doing because you dread them? Yes, self editing

v What's your favorite time of year? Love them all

v When is your next book due out and can you tell us about it? August 2012 the first of a trilogy, Secrets of Willow Shade

v How do you handle rejections? I haven't had many thanks to Desert Breeze. But I accepted the rejection from another publisher well by immediately rewriting and submitting to DB.

v Why do you write? Because I must

v What would you be doing with your free time if you weren’t writing? Feeling lonely.

v What are you working on right now? A light suspense trilogy set in Logan County KY where I was born.

v Do you put yourself into your books/characters? Yes. But I put my dad in all of them.

v Do you have any advice for other writers? Just write and pray

v How important is faith in your books? My first book is full of faith. The next one refers to it less, but it is there.

v What themes do you like to write about? I don't want to be branded into any theme.

v What is your favorite book you’ve written and why? I like Secrets of Willow Shade because it is funny, suspenseful and full of my early life on the farm.

v What is your writing schedule like? Constant now since I'm contracted to four books in less than two years.

BLURB

A broken heart and trouble with the law washes Belle's dreams of a beautiful life with wealthy Lawrence Rinehart out into the sea. Branded a thief by Lawrence's mother, Belle seeks refuge in a lighthouse on the shore of a secluded little seaport.

Captain Fred Logan, penetrates her wall of defense and persuades Belle to come out of isolation. Together they face WWl, rescue a baby from the sea, and battle the deadly flu epidemic.  

Will Belle choose Fred or the wealthy ex-boyfriend when Lawrence's boat capsizes and she braves a vicious storm to save him? Will Divine Guidance give Belle courage to do what she must in order to truly be free?

Where can readers buy your book and where can they learn more about you? 

www.desertbreezepublishing.com www.amazon.com http://www.barnesandnoble.com/  and anywhere ebooks are sold.

My website is:  http://kystorywriter.blogspot.com  

My facebook is Jean Thompson Kinsey

Give Us This Day by June Foster

June Foster is a Retired Teacher. She and her husband travel full time in their RV. She began writing Christian Fiction in January 2010. She hopes to minister to Christians who struggle with the same issues as her hero and heroine.

Give us this Day  is author June Foster's new release.

EXCERPT 

Holly reached down and untied the shoe string of her left tennis shoe. Could she really do this? 

"What are you doing?" His questioning look accelerated the nervous pangs in her stomach. 

Holly lifted a restraining hand to him and continued her work. With an unsteady grip, she pulled her sock off exposing the curved metal of her prosthetic limb. 

Jess stared, his eyes the size of large plates. "Oh, good Lord, Holly. What happened?" 

Holly folded her jeans up to her knee exposing the entire device. She released the suction holding the hollow plastic casing over her knee stump and removed the entire leg, setting it next to the couch. 

Her heart thundered as she dared a glance at Jess. 

He sat motionless, his eyes wide open. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because I thought you'd reject me if you knew. Now do you see? You're not the only one with a flawed body." Holly leaned back against the couch, her stub barely meeting the end of the seat. Her palms were like ice. She took the risk and showed him. No turning back now. He'd always know. 

Jess's voice was barely a whisper. "You haven't told too many people." 
B "No. Only my family and Dr. Murphy know. Zack, too. I was riding on the back of his motorcycle when the accident happened."

"Holly, I don't know what to say." He gazed at her with woeful blue eyes.

She wiped away another stream of endless tears. "After I came to know you, I figured you'd love me in spite of it. That's the kind of man you are. I didn't know how to tell you until now."

Jess eased off the couch and slowly knelt in front of her. He folded her jeans a little higher, gazed at her with eyes of love and compassion, then bent down.

She gasped.

He lowered his lips to the stub and kissed it, then gazed up at her again.

"I can't believe you did that. I love you for it."

Jess blinked, a grimace painted on his face. With a groan, Jess moved back onto the couch with her. He slid his arms around her. "You're right. It would've made no difference in how I feel about you, but this makes things even more difficult." 

Because Of Me by Fay Lamb

Fay Lamb works as an acquisition/copyeditor for Pelican Book Group (White Rose Publishing and Harbourlight Books), offer her services as a freelance editor, and is an author of Christian romance and romantic suspense. Her emotionally charged stories remind the reader that God is always in the details. Because of Me, her debut romantic suspense novel is soon to be released by Treble Heart Books /Mountainview Publishing.

Fay has a passion for working with and encouraging fellow writers. As a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), she co-moderates the large Scribes’ Critique Group and manages the smaller Scribes’ critique groups. For her efforts, she was the recipient of the ACFW Members Service Award in 2010.

In 2012, Fay was also elected to serve as secretary on ACFW’s Operating Board.

Fay and her husband, Marc, reside in Titusville, Florida, where multi-generations of their families have lived. The legacy continues with their two married sons and five grandchildren.

Because of Me: 

Not your typical Christian Fiction

Michael's fiancée, Issie Putman, was brutally attacked and Michael was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. Now he's home to set things right.

Two people stand in his way: Issie's son, Cole, and a madman.

Can Michael learn to love the child Issie holds so close to her heart and protect him from the man who took everything from Michael so long ago?

Excerpt 

Issie waited a minute, but Cole didn’t join her. She walked to the dugout, her tennis shoes scuffing the soft sand. Cole looked up. Tears stained his dirty little face.

Before she could get to him, Kevin pulled her outside the concrete block enclosure. “What kind of lies have you been feeding your kid, Issie?” he asked between clenched teeth.

“What?” She blinked.

“After his home run, he whispered to some of the boys that his dad was here at the game. What kind of crap is that? His dad’s still behind bars.”

Issie heaved a deep breath and chose to ignore her brother-in-law. As usual, he hadn’t told the whole truth. She suspected from the news reports Tom Jervis might see freedom soon.

“After he told his little lie, Derek James taunted him, said he’d heard Cole’s daddy was in prison,” Kevin continued.

“Cole doesn’t lie.” Issie strode toward her son. Kevin was supposed to help protect him from this. Why hadn’t he shielded her son from some of that James’ family malice?

She clutched the chain-link front of the dugout, using it to keep herself upright until she reached Cole.

What had caused her son to say such a thing? Where had he gotten the idea?

Eric scooted over so Issie could sit beside her son.

“Do you want to talk about this?” she asked.

Cole shook his head and fixed his gaze toward right field.

How did God make a mother able to feel her child’s pain?

Cole’s chin trembled. He looked up at her, his gray eyes penetrating her soul. “I saw him, Mommy. I really did. He was watching you when you were screaming for me. He smiled at you.” Cole swung his feet back and forth, the soles of his shoes rasping across the sand. He looked down at them. A tear slithered from the corner of his eyes and dropped, staining his uniform. “No one believes me, but my daddy was here. I saw him.”

She’d never told him anything about the man who fathered him. “Cole, honey, how do you know it was him?”

“Granny Rhonda’s Michael. Like in the pictures Granny Rhonda had, the man with you in the picture in ‘Tilda’s living room, but today he had a beard and his hair was longer.” Cole looked at her, tears streaking through the dust of red clay that settled on his face.

Why hadn’t she seen this coming? She’d never imagined the track upon which his train of thought pulled his overactive imagination. Why hadn’t she told him the truth? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He’d never said anything to her about the prom picture sitting on Matilda’s mantel, and she’d never known Michael’s mother, Rhonda, had shared other pictures. Cole had been so young then. How could he remember? His question after her nightmare took on a new light. Mother and son both held a desire so deep, and their yearnings centered on a man who’d left Issie years ago.

She bit her lower lip. How could you tell a little boy he had no hope of ever having a father in his life? She took a ragged breath and released it. “Honey, the man you saw probably reminded you of Michael because we talked about him the other night. I believe you saw someone that looked like him, but I don’t think it was Granny Rhonda’s Michael.”

My Michael.

Available through all fine book retailers, Amazon,

Mountainview Publishing, a division of Treble Heart Books.