Abducted at age sixteen, Shannon finally escapes her captures eleven years later. Determined to see justice done, She’s planned everything out to the smallest detail, starting with who she would trust with the information she has to share. She’s going to bring the whole organization down, one brick at a time. But first she must learn the truth.
Will the truth set her free or be the end of everything she holds dear?
Charlotte can’t change the headmaster’s mind about closing down the school, but she will protect her deceased friend’s daughter from the girl’s rich, exploiting grandfather. Things get tricky, however, when the grandfather puts a bounty on Charlotte’s head.
As a former teacher, I can understand Charlotte’s need to shelter and care for her students. I appreciate her drive to help these gifted pupils reach their full potential. But as a mother, I value the love and dedication that Charlotte shows. Against all odds, she risks everything to protect the ones she holds dear.
This is a historical romance, so I would be remiss if I did not mention the bounty hunter – Stone. He’s a dedicated man, determined to see his job through so right can prevail. But what will he view as right?
Who knew a photo could unravel everything. A single photo, proving the life you’ve always known was nothing but a sham. What would you do?
I honestly don’t know how I would respond.
Kelli (the main character in this story) has just lost her father – who she loved dearly – and her step-mother. But, in the process of cleaning out their house, she discovers that her father had secrets – secrets that destroy everything she thought she knew about her life.
This discovery leads her on a quest for truth. But can she handle how ugly the truth seems to be?
They thought had covered their tracks. No one should be able to identify the body. There was too much at stake to allow that to happen.
But truth has a way of coming out.
And when the body is uncovered decades later, they will stop at nothing to keep their secret buried.
I don’t know about you, but motherhood isn’t exactly what I envisioned it to be. Growing up, I thought I had it all figured out. I was always good with kids, getting them to comply and do what I wanted them to do. As a teacher, I was able to motive my students and encourage them to great heights. I thought I had this parenting thing in the bag.
Boy was I wrong.
What can one young woman do to protect an entire village of children from the wrath of the king?
Merry Ellison isn’t your typical baron’s daughter. Not only is she a skilled warrior, but she has a gift for tumbling and acrobatics. These skills serve her well as she avoids capture and cares for the children of her decimated village. Until she robs the wrong carriage and brings the king’s attention back to the forest. It will take all her skill and an uneasy trust in her former betrothed to survive.
I love the strength that Merry shows.
Stop trying to be perfect.
Stop it right now!
I’ve lived my life trying to be perfect – always doing the right thing, anticipating what others want me to be and do before they can ask. Let me tell you, it is exhausting and very wrong. God doesn’t expect us to be perfect. He loves us as we are – even the messy parts.
We believe those things in principle, but practice is harder. After all, how can God not expect the best from us? How can He not want us to do everything in our power to be the very best person and Christian we can be?
Life if busy! We, as women, jump from one activity to another. We run, run, run – always caring for those around us, solving their problems, and keeping the world running. But at the end of the day, it’s easy to realize we’ve done nothing for ourselves.
I’m often guilty of this very thing. I neglect the interests and activities that make me unique, and focus on always doing for others. While there is nothing wrong with doing for others – in fact, it is very right to take care of our families, work hard for our employers, and minister to those around us. But if we don’t spend time recharging our creative batteries, we will find that our lives are flat and unfulfilled.
But how can busy women like us make time for those fun extras?
Flash Fiction By: Christina Banks
The dark spires of St. Giles stood etched on the gray Edinburgh sky as our mission team walked toward the ornate Cathedral. Already we had been in the United Kingdom for almost two weeks, ministering in England and now Scotland. This was our first “free” day without any services or ministry commitments. Still, my hands were full of tracts as we shouldered our way through the throng of people, most of whom we could not understand because of their heavy brogue.
Tourist shops lined the street selling tartan plaids, bag pipes, picture postcards, and souvenir badges. A couple of the girls from my group stopped to inspect a stand of woollen shawls. My eyes lingered on a woman in her late twenties with two children in tow.
“Excuse me Ma’am,” I said, “could I give you this?” I handed out a tract.
In a world of open offices and collaborative projects, introversion is often considered a liability. But those who believe that don’t understand the true strengths of introverts.
I grew up believing the most popular kids – those who were gregarious and made friends easily – were the best. I also knew I would never be one. I preferred the company of my imagination to the interference of other children. I had a few very close friends and was happy in my world.
Then sixth grade came and my entire class was shipped off to a new school, divided up, and mixed in with their students. None of my friends were in my class, so I spent a lot of time happily alone. My teacher saw this as a problem. To help me “adjust” I was placed in a special class to learn how to make friends. I didn’t realize it then, but they were trying to reprogram introversion out of me.