What I'm up to these days.

NEWS FLASH !!!! NEWS FLASH!!!!---CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT just announced as a finalist in the 2013 Grace Awards. Also listed as 2013 favorite by Author April Gardner, and a top Christian Fiction Reviewer Diana Flowers
February 21, 2104 is up for Clash of the Titles for the month of March.

SHADOWED IN SILK, still earning 5-star reviews.
---A nice wintery romance. Only 99 cents on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Ebook sites.

Thursday, April 17, 2014


About ten years ago, I lost my job, dignity, and the respect of my family behind my drug addiction. Marijuana and cocaine consumed my life and the devotion to my drugs of choice guided the quality of my life to deteriorate. 

But God....

I’d given up on quitting on my own months before I lost my teaching job. I looked to God for answers. Going through my rehab ups and downs, I grew to live in total surrender and lean on God and His Word. I kicked the habit in the teeth as the God-sized strength that resided in me prevailed.

Over the course of that next year, I developed a new attitude about myself and my recovery. I worked as a substitute teacher the next school year which was a humbling experience. After struggling financially, yet growing spiritually, I applied with several other school districts for a full-time position.

Going through interview after interview, I kept my hope in a restored future as I knew I served a God Who was the Restorer. In a third interview for a different school district, I was asked to tell about my past experience.

“I’ve enjoyed teaching and coaching, and have had success in the classroom and on the court. In my personal life though, I’ve struggled. I needed to take care of some personal issues.”

“Well, are the issues done with?”

Smiling from ear to ear. “Yes.”

Hearing the answer I’d been longing to hear come out of my mouth, I wish I could’ve snapped a shot of my facial expression that day. With God’s guidance, I’d gotten to a point in my life where I was a year clean and living a life that glorified my Father.

My new teaching job was more than a chance to start over fresh in my career, but a chance to start over fresh in life. 

This coming May will make eleven years of sobriety. I am beyond amazed at how God has changed me and my life. He restored me from the inside out. Through God’s goodness and grace, He guided me through the hardships and celebrated with me through triumphs, redeeming me in the process. 
        In losing my job, I gained my life back. Today, I’m not only a better teacher, but a better person. Believe for restoration in your circumstance because the Lord will do it for you too.

View the book trailer for PermanentResident at the Purse Table
If you’re size six, you dance. If you’re Ava Alexander, you watch the purses while your girlfriends dance. Each man that passes her by takes a little of her self-esteem. After escaping a mentally abusive relationship, she promises God she will wait on Him to bring her the right man. And she means it—Until Ishmael. When her best friend’s fiancé throws a few compliments her way, she travels down the path of betrayal. Ava’s choice strains her friendship and sends her into a depression. 

Ava receives spiritual guidance from Dr. Glory Moses. Through God’s Word, there is a glimpse of hope for a restored friendship, and a newfound love for the woman she is. In addition, a man she meets at the counseling center offers her a glimpse of what could be if she lines up with God’s will for her life. Will Ava be able to overcome her insecurities and step into the life God plans for her, or will she continue to self-destruct?
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Permanent Resident at the Purse Table is Keisha Bass’ first novel. Keisha has published non-fiction articles in magazines and online, and her article, “Heart Problems”, was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: A Book of Miracles. Keisha is the Vice President of the DFW Ready Writers, a local chapter of American Christian Fiction Writers, and a member of North Texas Christian Writers. She grew up in Houston, Texas, but now resides in Arlington, Texas where she teaches middle school physical education and coaches girls’ sports.

Monday, April 14, 2014


Some years ago, I passed through a shadow of deep depression when I was convinced that I must be seriously ill. In retrospect, I think it was a combination of nervous tension and adrenal exhaustion, but it felt terrible at the time. I’d look at the three sweet faces of my children and groan deep inside my heart, convinced that I’d never live to see them grow up. I could hardly do more in those few months than get out of bed and plod along without bursting into tears. I’d been to doctors, who were not encouraging and suggested alarming tests for various conditions. I was terrified of going through with the tests, but just as petrified not to.

One evening while out walking, a thought popped into my head. I wondered if depending on those gruff doctors’ dire words and gruelling tests for absolute proof that I wasn’t dying meant that I was ‘relying on the horses and chariots of Egypt,’ as it says of the Israelites in the Book of Isaiah. The more I pondered, the more reasonable it seemed that modern people may find it too easy to rely on medical ‘horses and chariots’ for our well-being.

I asked God to please send me a sign that He loved me and would bring me through this heartbreaking trial. I felt so sick and exhausted that I wanted to receive an unmistakable sign before the end of the night! I don’t think I can wait another day! And Lord, just so that I’ll be sure to recognise your sign, could it please include something about Egypt?

I went home longing to see something as simple as the image of a Pharaoh or pyramid on TV. I would have pounced on that as a possible ‘sign’ but nothing happened. There was a reference to north east Africa in an article I was reading, but I dismissed it as too vague. 

Disappointed, I flipped open a little book I’d borrowed earlier that day from my in-laws. It was an old book from the 1960s, “None of these Diseases” by S. I. McMillen. Staring up at me on the second page in italics was a quote from the Bible and it was Exodus 15: 26.  
If you listen carefully to the voice of the Lord your God and do what is right in His eyes, if you pay attention to His commands and keep all His decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord who heals you.

I had my first sound night sleep for a very long time. In the morning I felt confident that I could cancel those looming tests. By far best of all, I’ve been able to cling to those beautiful promises of Exodus 15: 26 whenever I’ve felt anxiety about some health issue, and immediately, my spirit begins to rest. Every so often, in my depressed moments, the thought crosses my mind, "It was just a coincidence!" Then when I remember the remarkable accuracy and impeccable timing, I find my courage renewed again.

Award-winning author, Paula Vince loves to evoke tears and laughter through her novels. A wife and homeschooling mother of three, she resides in the beautiful Adelaide Hills of South Australia. Her youth was brightened by great fiction and she’s on a mission to pay it forward.

Her novel, Picking up the Pieces, won the religious fiction section of the 2011 International Book Awards.

Her novel, Best Forgotten, was winner of the 2011 CALEB Award in the fiction category and also recognized as the best overall entry for the year, chosen over memoirs, devotionals and general non-fiction.

Paula’s books are a skillful blend of drama and romance tied together with elements of mystery and suspense.

Imogen’s Chance

She has given herself a chance to fix her personal history. But will old mistakes bring up new emotions?

Imogen Browne longs to make up for past mistakes before she can move on. She quietly resolves to help the Dorazio family, whose lives she accidentally upset. Her biggest challenge is Asher, the one person who may never forgive her. And he is facing a crisis of his own. Imogen must tread very carefully, as trying to fix things may well make them shatter.

A sensitive story about misplaced loyalty, celebrating life and falling in love. Can family secrets concealed with the best intentions bear the light of day?




Friday, April 11, 2014

A REVIEW by SANDY ARDOIN of Londonderry Dreaming

"If you need one of those “Ahh…” moments, consider taking a trip with Keith and Naomi and read Londonderry Dreaming"
--Sandy Ardoin, Romance Author and Blogger

Sandy asked Christine this----we hear you had a lot of fun writing the Irish brogue into your book. 

Christine: "I really hope readers enjoy this humorous aspect, especially the dialogue from the fictional 'Irish cousins'. I was born in Ireland and raised in Canada, but all my extended family is Irish---so I know how they talk and think. Much of what the Irish cousins say in the book is what I have heard my cousins say when they tease each other.  I get such a kick out of their blarney...oh...my...do I love their blarney."

About Christine:
Christine Lindsay was born in Ireland, and is proud of the fact that she was once patted on the head by Prince Philip when she was a baby. Her great grandfather, and her grandfather—yes father and son—were both riveters on the building of the Titanic. Tongue in cheek, Christine states that as a family they accept no responsibility for the sinking of that great ship.
It was stories of her ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in Colonial India that inspired her Multi-Shadowed in Silk, Book 2 Captured by Moonlight, and Christine is currently writing the final installment of that series called Veiled at Midnight to be released August 2014.
award-winning, historical series Twilight of the British Raj. Book 1
Londonderry Dreaming, Christine’s romance novella set in N. Ireland released Feb. 21, 2014.
Aside from being a busy writer and speaker, Christine is also VP of Christian Authors’ Network. She makes her home in British Columbia, on the west coast of Canada with her husband and their grown up family. Her cat Scottie is chief editor on all Christine’s books.

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Monday, April 07, 2014

I FELT LIKE AN OUTSIDER---By Guest Laurie Alice Eakes

The music faded away and the chatter commenced. As a congregation, we had finished the first song and were encouraged to take a few minutes to greet those aroundus. Standing at the end of the second row, I felt like an outsider, as everyone around me greeted one another by name, even going so far as to settle into conversation until one of the pastors bade us to focus on the announcements and then worship. I settled into my seat trying
not to feel sorry for myself. 

By now, I was getting used to being a stranger in a strange land. Over the past four years, we had moved five times because of my husband's job. Making friends and settling into a church home just didn't happen in those short time periods.

But we had been attending this one for over six months. Surely someone would speak to me, someone would remember that I had been attending, remember my name. We had gotten involved in a small group and everyone seemed friendly, even warm. Or maybe the nature of the small group simply meant they had to be friendly and warm to the others in the group. Sometimes I felt as though what I shared with the others met with blank stares and closed ears. 

And maybe it deserved to. I'm the last person to consider myself a font of spiritual wisdom. Although I prayed for others in the group--prayed aloud--intercession is not something I ever considered one of my spiritual gifts either.  Where I sat on the outside seat to have room for my guide dog, became symbolic--as much as I yearned to serve, as much as I prayed to serve, either the message wasn't getting through, or God didn't think I could.

I hope you're laughing at my pity party. I certainly am as I write
this. If I wanted to serve, I should have been out there offering my
talents, not that I knew what they were. Nick, my golden retriever,
would make an excellent greeter, but not everyone appreciates his
brand of enthusiastic welcome, and I am rather shy. I sing well
enough, but the worship team seemed settled with no one asking for
more vocalists. I even began to question whether or not I had found a church home despite the amazing preaching.

And then one Sunday, the worship leader offered to send us the music ahead of time so I could Braille it out. Then the director of the prayer room asked me to join the team in the prayer room after service for those who come in for intercession. And then my husband and I were asked to teach a class the next year.

I was speechless, overwhelmed with blessings shaken down and spilling over. Never, in all my years of attending church, had I been asked to do any of these things in a congregation. In those events, I realized that God hadn't been ignoring my request to serve; he had been preparing the way for me, had been preparing my heart to serve. 

About Laurie Alice Eakes

"Eakes has a charming way of making her novels come to life without being over the top," writes Romantic times of  bestselling,
award-winning author Laurie Alice Eakes. Since she lay in bed as a
child telling herself stories, she has fulfilled her dream of becoming
a published author, with a degree in English and French from Asbury University and a master's degree in writing fiction from Seton Hill University contributing to her career path. Now she has nearly two dozen books in print and more under contract.

After enough moves in the past four years to make U-Haul's stock rise, she now lives in Houston, Texas with her husband, Himalayan and Exotic felines , and golden retriever and black lab canines. If the carpet is relatively free of animal fur, then she is either frustrated with the current manuscript, or brainstorming another, the only two times she genuinely enjoys housekeeping.

A Lady's Honor

On the cliffs of nineteenth-century Cornwall, a spirited, impetuous
young woman is torn between the honor of her family and the longing of her heart.

1811 A tarnished reputation. A distant home. A forced engagement to a dangerous man. When Elizabeth Trelawny flees London, she has more than one reason to run. And when her carriage, pursued by her would-be fiancé, is caught in a storm, she quickly accepts the help of a dark stranger. Anything to get back to Cornwall. 

Rowan Curnow is not exactly a stranger. Not quite a gentleman either, class disparity once kept him from courting Elizabeth. . . 

Even if it didn't keep him from kissing her. The couple elude their pursuers and reach Bastion Point, Elizabeth's future inheritance and the one place she calls home. But in the very act of spiriting her to safety, Rowan has jeopardized Elizabeth's inheritance---if her grandfather ever learns she spent the night, however innocently, in the company of a man . 

When smugglers unite the pair in a reckless, flirtatious alliance---an alliance that challenges the social normsthat Elizabeth has been raised to revere and rattles Rowan's fledgling faith in God---Elizabeth must choose between the obedience of a child and the desires of a woman: whether to cling to the safety of her family home or follow the man she loves.

Thursday, April 03, 2014


As I watched the white ceiling tiles float by, the medication hanging from the nearby pole  taking the edge off the heaviness in my lower back, my last clear thought was I had passed this way before, Almost thirty years ago to be precise. But the person I’d Become was so different from that young woman who started her nursing career on this same orthopedic floor. Before the attack that left me physically and spiritually scarred.

At twenty-three, I’d thought my life was over. The damage done in the attack had left me  with nerve damage in my right leg, causing me to drag my foot at times and leaving me in so much pain, at times, I’d begged to die. But the emotional and spiritual pain was much worse. I drew back from God. He had, after all, ‘allowed’ this to happen to me.

Now, because of the injury, I’d lost not only a career I’d spent the last four years in training to do, I was told my chances of carrying a child full term was next to impossible.

When the hospital finally released me, I left that horrible nursing floor full of rage, railing  at God and any one who’d listen, confused at what the future could bring and feeling extremely vulnerable.

Fast forward twenty-eight years. Same corridor, same hospital but no where near the same person. The me of today looked forward to the possible outcome of the new surgery--the chance of having no pain, of being able to sit for longer than two minutes without popping up like a Jack in the Box, to be able to work on my next deadline at my desk instead of laid out, writing long hand in a spiral bound notebook just to get my thoughts down. So what happened to me? Why didn’t I lay down and die all those years ago when life seemed to have beaten me?

Because God changed my perception.

God never promised life would be easy; in fact, the Bible promises us it will be just the opposite(James 1: 2-4.) If we think it through, we should embrace the hard times because God is working in us, perfecting us, stretching our faith.

It took me a long time to realize that truth, ten long year to be honest. Oh, I still rant on a particularly bad day, but clinging to that truth, giving my will over to God’s makes my life so much more joyfully!


Patty Smith Hall has been making up stories since she was knee-high to a grasshopper. Now she's happy to share her wild imagination and love of history with others, including her husband of 30 years, Danny; two gorgeous daughters, a future son-in-law and a Yorkie she spoils like a baby. Her latest release is Hearts Rekindled (Love Inspired Historical)