What I'm up to these days.

LONDONDERRY DREAMING free for Lent until April 2. Go here Pelican Book Group to download for $0.00.

MaryLu Tyndall, bestselling author of The Legacy of the King’s Pirates Series has this to say about Veiled at Midnight,

“Rarely do I find a book that touches my soul in such a deep place.”

Friday, March 13, 2015


As an Irish immigrant to Canada I knew a fair bit about my birth-place, but still there was so much to learn when I was researching my romance Novella 
Londonderry Dreaming, and for my future series called Donegal Winds.

Sure, I knew about St. Patrick like most of the world does, but there were many others who spread the gospel message to the pagan Irish all those centuries ago.

In 2006 I visited the city of Londonderry in the county of Donegal 
(pronounced Dun—ee---gall)

What a step back into the past when I toured the medieval walled city. It is one of the finest walled cities in Europe. A highlight of that tour was visiting the old church St. Augustine’s. In itself this is a very old church, but the site that it sits upon is believed to be that of the Columban monastery founded in the late 6th century. 

Here’s a link to some of that history. 

As I was researching my book I got friendly via email with the vicar and the custodian of St. Augustine’s. Every once in a while Alan (the custodian) sends me up-to-date photos of the lovely old church that touched my heart in such a special place.

Here are some photos of that charming church, and if you would like to see the stained glass windows in St. Augustine that touched my heart so much, watch my 1 minute book trailer. There you’ll see the Ruth and Naomi windows that feature in my novella Londonderry Dreaming.

And don't forget, Londonderry Dreaming is FREE until April 2, 2015 from my publisher as our love offering for Lent. 

Go here to Pelican Book Group download your Ebook copy for $0.00

Thursday, March 05, 2015

MARCH--THE MONTH OF THE IRISH--by Christine Lindsay

I'm proud to be Irish--a person actually born on the old sod--and I'll tell you why in a few posts over the month of March. Starting with a very, very, brief history lesson on Ireland and Christianity.

Around the time the Roman Empire fell, the world went into a tailspin. Christian clergy were scattered to the far corners of civilization at the time. A great many of them made it to Ireland. There, with the isolation of that small misty green isle over the Irish Sea, these clergy found a safe place to preserve their texts and learning. 

Much of that was the Christian texts, and the Irish monks preserved the scriptures, creating such treasures as the Book of Kells, a beautifully illuminated book containing the Gospels.

But also at this time, a missionary came to Ireland by the name of Patrick. 

One day when he was teaching some of the people following him, they said they couldn't understand his deep teaching about the Trinity. 

How could God be three persons and one at the same time?  

That's when St. Patrick picked up a shamrock. The shamrock is not to be confused with the so-called lucky four-leaf clover. In the Irish language Gaelic, shamrock means the ordinary, little, heart-shaped three-leaf clover.
Patrick held this out to the pagan Irish and said, "Just like this wee shamrock is three leaves, it is also one. This is the same with God.

A mystery--yes. But if you look at the simple sweet message of the shamrock, it's not so hard to grasp this wonderful truth. 

Because I'm proud to be Irish, I wrote the contemporary novel Londonderry Dreaming which is free from the publisher Pelican Book Group at $0.00 for Lent until April 2. 


Sunday, March 01, 2015


One of the several romantic scenes in Veiled at Midnight. Keep in mind though, there is more than one romance in this book. 

Cool mountain air carried the fragrance of pines, firs, and deodar forests as they drove out of the mountains into a wide valley the next day. Afternoon sun angled through poplar trees standing like tall sentries along the road.
“I’ll buy you some new clothes. Would you like that?” Cam added to the chitchat they’d enjoyed throughout the journey all that day and during their stops for picnics.

“Yes.” The image of a red sari danced in her mind. She put her hand up to the marble still hanging on its string around her throat and grinned at him. Getting his smile was all she needed, though his conversation still felt like a puzzle with too many missing pieces. 

Inside the city of Srinagar, her eyes could not take in their fill of loveliness. The many waterways could only be compared to photographs she had seen of Venice. Picturesque stone bridges arched over waterways while the balconies of wooden and fretted chalets hung over the water.

Cam parked his car outside an agency, and came out twenty minutes later. “Do you mind if I keep our final destination a surprise for a bit longer?”

“I have given you my heart, Cam. You have my trust as well, janu.”

His face filled with light at the pledge of her belief, though the words cost her. There were so few people she trusted. But was that not what marriage meant—believing in the one you loved?

“Only one more stop, my darling.” His voice grew rough, a sweet roughness like that of a cat’s kiss on her hand, sending a tingle down her spine. “Once I get you alone with my ring on your finger, Dassah, it is my intention to enjoy marital bliss in complete—I repeat—complete seclusion.”

Her stomach went into a wild dervish. Last night she had marred their evening with questions. Today she would show only love, no fretful questions, only trust.

He went into another shop up the street, leaving her still in the car. She did not mind when this honeymoon that he had planned so quickly was a dream of a lifetime come true. She only wished she could stroll along the narrow, winding street with him arm and arm. Glancing at the few English and Europeans in the street, perhaps it was best she wait until they were married to outwardly act his wife.

He came out a while later with several large flat boxes and put these in the boot of the car. The smile he sent her set her pulse to tripping. Since last night when he had held her hand and ran with her to the car they had not touched, not even a finger tracing the side of a cheek. Her breath ceased. But now he was here…sitting beside her…driving her to their wedding.

Her breathing resumed a normal rhythm as Cam pulled the car up to a mooring where a long, slim flat-bottomed boat waited, that Cam told her was called a shikara. He helped her into the shikara, and along with the young Kashmiri man, Cam packed the bags and boxes into the craft. Cam learned the driver’s name and passed it on to her—Asheesh—who took his position at the back of the shikara. At last, Cam sank onto the seat in the middle of the craft with her, a gaily colored canopy flapping above them. Asheesh dipped heart-shaped paddles into the water and pushed them forward.     

Trailing branches of willows whispered along the waterway as they glided past. For the first time since last night, Cam touched her by drawing her near to rest her head against his collarbone. She breathed in the clean scent of his cotton shirt as the sun set. Snow-packed peaks around them flushed like a ripe peach as their craft slid out to the openness of an immense placid lake, dotted with lotus blossoms.

She tilted her face up. Cam filled her vision with the angular line of his jaw, the strong mouth that appeared vulnerable the closer she inched toward him. His fresh, warm breath fanned her hair, and she arched closer as he drew her nearer, tracing his finger along the line of her cheek, the outline of her lips. “My beautiful—” His voice broke. “Sweet janu, I don’t deserve you.” He buried his face at the side of her neck, and she clung to him, looking over his shoulder, her mouth still yearning for the touch of his lips.

She stroked the roughness of his jaw where he needed a shave. “Will we be married tonight?”

He looked out to a light glimmering on the far side of the lake. In the growing darkness she couldn’t make out what it was. A house on the shore? Another shikara? “I hope so, janu. I hope so.”

She snuggled close, though he had said he did not wish for touch until they were married, but his use of the Hindi endearment filled her to overflowing.

“From this day forward,” he said, “nothing will ever separate us.” His gaze did not waver. “Not nationality, nor country, nor people. We’ll be one before God, forever.”

The light across the lake brightened, the closer they drew. As their shikara pulled alongside a small houseboat moored at the bank, this part of the lake struck as more of a backwater, hidden, secluded. 

Perfect for a honeymoon…if one did not wish to be seen.

Friday, February 20, 2015


Click on this link LONDONDERRY DREAMING to receive your FREE Ebook. $0.00

I'm so happy to share with you the biggest giveaway of Ebooks I have ever heard of. I am so honored to be one of the authors of Pelican Book Group. And when you are ordering your free books, please consider downloading my book Londonderry Dreaming (details on that book are after the press release below, so scroll all the way down).

The following is the press release from Pelican Books:

Pelican Book Group Makes All E-Books Free for Lent & Hopes to Help All Readers Experience Christ 

In an effort to ensure that all readers, regardless of ability to pay, are able to experience Christ through fiction during the Lenten season, Pelican Book Group will make its entire current e-book catalog free to all for the duration of the period.

Of this bold offering, Pelican editor-in-chief, Nicola Martinez, said, “I've always considered Pelican Book Group a ministry first, and we seek to put the message above every other business consideration. No monetary value equals the worth of one soul. It is my desire to get Christ's message of hope, forgiveness, and salvation into the hands of as many people as possible as we approach Easter.”

All of Pelican Book Group’s current individual (non-subscription) e-book releases, including those from its White Rose Publishing, Harbourlight Books, and Watershed Books imprints, will be free—with absolutely no strings attached—on the Pelican Book Group website at www.pelicanbookgroup.com from Ash Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2015, to Holy Thursday, Apr. 2, 2015.
Go to www.pelicanbookgroup.com if you would like to read the rest of the press release and to order your free E-books available in Epub, Pdf, and Mobi Formats (such as for Kindle readers).

Christine Lindsay--I am truly honored to be among the Pelican Book Group authors, and delighted by my publishers desire to simply give away the labor of love that these books are. I have only one reason to write, to share the love of Christ with others.

Londonderry Dreaming is my first contemporary romance with Pelican in their Passport to Romance line. Later this year my novel Sofi's Bridge, 
a historical romance, will be released by Pelican,  but for now let me tell you about Londonderry Dreaming since it is FREE for you to download during Lent. 

 CLICK  here on LONDONDERRY DREAMING to view the minute-long book trailer. hint---turn up volume to hear some pretty Irish music.

Acclaimed New York artist, Naomi Boyd, and music therapist, Keith Wilson, loved one another five years ago, until her grandfather with his influence over Naomi separated them.

That root of bitterness keeps them apart until a letter from Keith’s grandmother, Ruth, draws Naomi to Londonderry to find she’s too late. Ruth has passed on. After the death of his beloved grandmother, Keith has also come to Londonderry only to open the door to his past…Naomi...beautiful as ever, the girl who broke his heart.

A mysterious painting in Ruth’s attic brings up questions about their grandparents’ entwined past and their own broken romance. But more comfortable with the unspoken languages of art and music, Naomi and Keith find it difficult to share their old hurts and true feelings.

Will the majestic coastline of Northern Ireland inspire them to speak the words to bring peace to their grandparents’ memory and to rekindle love?

Here is the link below again to receive your FREE Ebook for all electronic readers to start reading


Sunday, February 08, 2015


As a kid, I wished I had a different family. Not all of us grew up with the loving dad who carved the Christmas turkey, took us on vacation to the beach, and fixed broken toys. In fact, my dad broke my toys—accidentally of course—but he broke my stuff more frequently than he gave things to me.

I was ashamed of my father, embarrassed if my friends saw him staggering home drunk.

My dad’s drinking robbed me of my childhood. From the time I was twelve I was looking out for my mother, watching that my dad didn’t hurt her too much. Helping to financially support her, myself, and my younger brother and sister with my babysitting jobs.

I often wonder how many families have been destroyed by alcoholism.

Thank God the heavenly Father didn’t leave me in that despair. From the time I entered my teens I began to learn how much the Lord loved me and He became my dad. It was also the power of a loving savior that gave strength to my mother, to help her stand up to her abusive and neglectful husband. My mum and we three kids ran away from my dad way back in 1978. He never changed, and sadly remained an alcoholic to his dying day.

My mother’s story inspired Shadowed in Silk, the first book in my series.

As for my real life, I could have carried the despair and bitterness that my father’s drinking had done to us the rest of my life. For many years I did act like a victim constantly fighting against the world, feeling sorry for my poor childhood. Even though I was a follower of Christ it took decades for the Lord to teach me what the love of a father was all about.

As time passed, things went well for me. I married a wonderful Christian 
man, and watching the way he loved our kids healed the last bit of bitterness about my own childhood. But sadly my younger brother and sister inherited the same addiction as our dad. Both my brother and sister succumbed to alcoholism even though they both believed in Christ. With despair and disgust I watched how the drink destroyed their lives.

And I was reminded again how much I hated the family traits that seemed to be passed down through our bloodline. It seemed the Spirit of God wasn’t winning against the natural traits in our family.

It took years of prayer, but three years ago I saw God change my brother and bring him out to a life of sobriety. I’m still praying for my sister. But as I watched my brother go through rehabilitation and choose sobriety for his life I was reminded of Romans chapter 7 

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do… As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing…20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it…

It took some time, but not only have I seen God’s work changing me, but I’ve seen him change my brother, and other members of my family.  

Whatever the natural trait you inherited from your bloodline, it can be healed through Christ.

Bitterness doesn’t have to be your middle name.

A dark childhood can be changed into a bright and beautiful life.

I believe in happy endings in my writing because I’ve seen happy endings in my own life through the promises of Jesus Christ.

My entire series Twilight of the British Raj shows the healing of a family first tainted by a father’s alcoholism. In book 1 Shadowed in Silk, my heroine Abby Fraser stands up to her drunken and abusive husband. In book 2 Captured by Moonlight my Indian heroine Eshana stands up to her fanatical Hindu uncle who won’t allow her to live as a Christian. And in the final book 3 Veiled at Midnight my character Cam (who was a boy in book 1) and is now a man, faces his inner demons that he has inherited his father’s addiction to alcohol.

All sounds very dark and dismal. Alcoholism? Why would I ever want to read a novel about that, never mind an entire series?

How many of us have been hurt by our families? How many of us have been hurt by our father, our mother, or another loved one?

It’s because I’ve experienced the joy of a life cleansed and renewed that  I write not about drunkenness, but the tingling feeling of when God makes everything thing new. Humor, light, and hope shimmering within the pages.

I hope you’ll take a look at the multi-award-winning series Twilight of the British Raj, the historical, romantic, adventurous, exciting, and passionate, books Shadowed in Silk, Captured by Moonlight, and Veiled at Midnight.

You might find something to strengthen your faith while you're being entertained.



Wednesday, January 07, 2015


When I first started writing I had no idea how time consuming it would be, how many incredibly long hours…years…a decade and a half, that it would take to become an author with a nice tidy little line of published books.

1999 seems so long ago when the emotional breakdown that I was experiencing at the time became the catalyst to start me writing in the first place. It was just after I'd reunited with my birthdaughter, the child I'd relinquished to adoption 20 years prior. God brought peace and healing to my heart and life, and as the years past so too did a ministry as a writer and speaker grow.

For the last two years I’ve blogged a bit on the weariness that comes to writers and speakers. Ask anyone of us and we’ll say how tired we are, how much work there is to do, and how the to-do-list never seems to whittle down. There have been many times I’ve tried to stop. Last summer the need—or what I considered the need—to market my books became overwhelming.

I simply had to stop writing. Permanently. I couldn't do it anymore.

And I told the Lord so.

My precious God gave me the rest I needed, several months of not even looking at my computer. I loved it. And how surprised I was to willingly give up my drive to write. For years I’d wondered if my desire to write Christian novels was just a tiny bit self-driven, and not entirely the Lord’s plan for my life. How often have I wondered if I had been fooling myself.

Yep, I thought, God wants me to focus on Him, be the wife, mother, and grandmother that I am supposed to be.

Then, just as I thought I’d figured it all out, another contract to write my non-fiction story was offered—the story of relinquishing my first child to adoption and our painful reunion 20 years later.

Then another contract was offered me for a fictional novel I’d written  several years ago. Then six more speaking engagements were offered to me. All without me asking. The writing/speaking ministry was growing organically. I was no longer striving for these things, and there it was, the thing I’d been fretting for so hard for, for years.

I felt the Lord’s smile. I wasn’t off the writing hook yet. Maybe I just needed a refresher course in the fact that I CANNOT DO IT ON MY OWN.

“Stop striving, child.” I thought I heard God say. “You cannot do this work on your own, but you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.”

So this past Christmas, I focused on my family and enjoyed what Christmas means. I look forward to 2015 with the renewed attitude that I will be that warm wife and mother and not the busy writer glued to the laptop. God will take care of the details. This is especially real to me as I look at the family photo of this past Christmas which includes myself, my husband, our three children and my birth-daughter whom the Lord has lovingly entwined in our lives and us in hers.

If God can do that, He can take care of a writing and speaking ministry.

Christine Lindsay is the author of the multi-award-winning series Twilight of the British Raj. Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2Captured by Moonlight, and recently released Veiled at Midnight. Also by Christine is the romantic novella Londonderry Dreaming,and soon to be released Sofi's Bridge

Drop by Christine's website www.ChristineLindsay.com to learn more about her books and speaking ministry.

Thursday, December 04, 2014


I love to decorate at Christmas. It just epitomizes my joy over the season as we celebrate the birth of our Savior. So I thought for the next week or so I'd just share some of the decorating things I'm doing for fun.

I bought a new runner this year. When I saw this lacy linen cloth at Winners I simply had to have it. It's delicate holly reminded my mother and I so much of our Irish heritage. So putting this down on my front foyer table created a snowy feel.

I added my white Christmas lights in a swirl around on top, set my little Christmas village around and added the floral display directly under the mirror. Using only whites, silver, red poinsettias and holly, it blended very prettily with the runner and I think gave that outdoors Christmasy feel.

Some closeups of the little village.

And here is the overall view when you open the front door. I hope it's welcoming.