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Month: December 2017

Ereader For Christmas? Here Are My FREE eBooks!

ebook-reader-wrappedMerry Christmas! The first books of all of my series are free in ebook form. Just click the “read more” on each description below, and it will take you to that book’s page and you can choose your vendor. It doesn’t matter if you have a Kindle, Nook, Android, iPad — you can find these books at every retailer.

Enjoy your new ebook reader and enjoy these free reads from me!

SONG OF SUSPENSE SERIES


cover-front_9781939603074_640A Melody for James

Melody and James lead separate lives of discord until an unexpected meeting brings them to a sinister realization. Unbeknownst to them, dark forces have directed their lives from the shadows, orchestrating movements that keep them in disharmony. Fire, loss, and bloodshed can’t shake their faith in God to see them through as they face a percussive climax that will leave lives forever changed. (read more…)


THE JEWEL SERIES


Sapphire Ice:
The men in Robin’s life have never been anything but pushers and users. Tony’s intrusion into her exhausted world both infuriates her and intrigues her. Does Tony have a chance to break through the wall of ice Robin built around her heart? (read more …)


Christmas Diamond:

Inspired by the Jewel Series and Virtues and Valor series
Written and published as a Christmas gift to Hallee’s readers and fans, this book is a novella that picks up where the Jewels ends. Christmas is a time of miracles. Faith Green and TJ Viscolli share the common bond of a love of history and romance blossoms. But an accident during the Christmas Eve air show threatens their hope of a life spent together. Will God provide a Christmas miracle, or will the future look cold and dark like a winter night?

 


VIRTUES AND VALOR SERIES


temperancePart 1 TEMPERANCE’S TRIAL:

MARIE GILBERT, code-named is recruited into an experimental all female cohort dubbed the Virtues, a collection of seven extraordinary women with highly specialized skills. Back in her home country of France, Marie clandestinely communicates vital intelligence directly back to Headquarters with a wireless radio, playing a deadly game of cat-and-mouse with the Nazis. (Read more…)

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Monday Morning Chat – Christians Dating Non-Christians

Hello! Welcome to Monday morning coffee and chat!

I really appreciate all of the questions that I get from my readers. Today I’m answering the question:

Do you think it’s wrong that you had a saved character dating an unsaved character in Sapphire Ice?

Nothing like easy questions, is there? 😉 I hope you learn more about me as a writer through my response:

 

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Adventures in Moving and God’s Grace

Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of our move to Fort Knox. As I’ve said in social media for the last couple of years, this move was so good for us and we love living here so much.

In the course of looking for a blog post I’d started writing for Faithful.live last week, I stumbled across this article I’d written but never published. As today is the two-year anniversary of all of this adventure, I thought it would be a good time to tell you this story.

Over Christmas week 2015, our family moved across state. During the morning of the major household goods move, one of the movers said to me, “Moving is one of the most stressful things you can do. We’re here to make it easier.”

I have to agree with him. Moving our daughter into an apartment near her university, pulling a second grader and an autistic third grader out of an amazing school, and moving during the week of Christmas WAS quite stressful. The move itself would have been stressful on its own, but we had quite an adventure through the whole thing. Yet, through it all, we were able to completely see God’s hand helping us through every situation.

In the spirit of “Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,” here is a story that sounds like it came out of one of my books:

Movers moved the household on Friday, December 18th. The movers got to our house at 8:30 in the morning and left the new house at 9PM the same night. We spent the night in the new house and the next morning, drove the 2 hours back to the old house to finish moving the odds and ends that didn’t go with the big stuff. We ended up with more odds and ends than would fit in my husband Gregg’s truck, so we borrowed his cousin’s trailer and Suburban. We had several friends meet us at the old house and we loaded the trailer, cleaned the house, and signed the lease agreement with the new tenants. Then we hooked the Suburban up to the trailer and discovered the lights didn’t work.

In Kentucky, you don’t need trailer lights in the daytime. It was currently 4PM. We were going to be racing against the sun to get to our new home before the sun set. We would be lucky, actually, if we made it in time. It was important to get there on time, because we had to go through security at Fort Knox – so, no working lights would keep us from being able to get home.

About 40 minutes into the drive, we kept hearing odd noises. Gregg would pull over and we’d walk all around the Suburban and trailer and find nothing. Every time we stopped, our arrival time at home became later and later. After getting back up to speed for what had to be the fourth time, one of the tires on the Suburban shredded. Gregg managed to get us to an exit and to a gas station. How the tire, now almost entirely just steel, stayed inflated was truly miraculous.

At the gas station, we tried to change the tire, but there was no moving the rusty bolts. Even standing on the tire rod, they wouldn’t budge. By now, it was after 5:30PM on the Saturday before Christmas. The attendant at the gas station called a semi-wrecker service and caught the owner before he left for the day. Praying the entire way, we drove the 2 miles to his shop (on the tire that was still miraculously inflated). He changed the tire, then spent about an hour hard-wiring the lights to the suburban so that they would work.
Now, with a working truck and a lighted trailer, the stress of getting home before dark went away. Which was good, since it was now fully dark.

We stopped at a Cracker Barrel at the next exit and ate dinner, decompressing after the stress of the last 36 or so hours. Around 8PM, we loaded our two little kids back into the Suburban and started on the final hour-long journey home. I noticed my cell phone battery was at about 10%. My charger was in my car, which was parked at Gregg’s cousin’s house in exchange for the Suburban. Gregg had inadvertently left his phone at home that morning.

We got back on the highway, and about a mile later, the transmission went completely out on the Suburban. Gregg checked and the transmission fluid was totally dry. So, he thought he could maybe walk to the exit we’d just left and buy some fluid, hoping it would fix things enough to get home. He left me in the Suburban with the boys and a nearly dead cell phone and started walking back the way we’d come. I put my phone in airplane mode to conserve as much power as possible and waited in the dark. About five minutes later, a car with yellow flashing lights pulled up behind the trailer. Anxious, I took my phone out of airplane mode and prepared to dial it when Gregg walked up to my window.

“This man is emergency roadside assistance for an insurance company. [Side bar: come to find out, for OUR insurance company.] His wife saw me walking and called him to come pick me up. He’s a pastor and she is a fan of your books. He’s going to drive me to the service station and I’ll get transmission fluid. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Wow. Talk about God stepping in.

Gregg asked me to get into the trailer and get one of my books out for this man’s wife while they were gone. I just happened to have a book that a friend who’d helped me pack had pulled out to buy as a Christmas gift for someone but then never did. Perfect! I didn’t even have to dig in a box. So, I signed it to her. When the men came back, Gregg put the fluid in the Suburban, but it did not help. The transmission was totally gone. It was about 24 degrees outside.

Now we had to decide what to do. I had very little phone life left. Praying about it, we decided to call our daughter, Kaylee. She was an hour away and still at her retail job at the mall. She would get off work at 11:00, then come pick us up and take us to the new house. In the meantime, the pastor-emergency-roadside-assistance-man took us back to his home, where his wife greeted us with coffee for us and snacks for the boys. The trailer and Suburban were left on the side of the road.

Around 12:30 in the morning, Kaylee arrived. At 2:00, we pulled into the driveway of our new home. Kaylee, bless her heart, had to leave by 8:30 to make it back home in time to be at work by 11:00. We packed up fully charged cell phones and met up with Gregg’s cousin and his crew, who brought a car carrier to take the Suburban back, and brought us another truck with which to haul the trailer. We got to our new home around 6PM Sunday night and just left the trailer there.

Monday morning, I unloaded the trailer, loaded the boys BACK up, and returned the truck and trailer to the farm, collected my car, and completed the 4-hour round trip around 5PM Monday night. I promised the boys we wouldn’t have to do that drive for a long time, not knowing that Kaylee would get into a fender-bender in the mall parking lot coming out of work the next night and that we’d need to drive back to Lexington on Christmas Eve to get her, bring her home for Christmas, and let her take a car home with her.

It’s hard to believe all of that happened just 2 years ago. But, through it, we saw God’s guidance, His hand, and His provision. What should have been enough stress to knock a grown man on his feet ended up being an opportunity to fellowship with new friends in their home. Through the trials of the circumstances, we received a major blessing and gave others a chance to minister to US, something that is usually what WE do for others.
I’m thankful for God’s grace and His love.

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Monday Morning Chat – Christmas in Our Home

Hello! Welcome to Monday morning coffee and chat!

I really appreciate all of the questions that I get from my readers. Today I’m the question:

What does Christmas look like in your home?

I’m excited about this question!  I hope you learn more about me through my response:

 

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Buy Ebooks Directly from Me!

I’m excited to launch a direct ebook sales availability on my website. If you go to “home” on this website and click any book cover, it will take you to that book’s page. From there, you can click any retailer button you choose to purchase the ebook or paperback. But, if you click the Paypal button, it will take you to a place where you can download the file in your preferred format (including a Kindle .mobi) without having to go through a retailer.

I’m so excited about this!

Here is a sample of the page for Christmas Star Sapphire:

Second Generation Jewel Series!

MADELINE VISCOLLI meets JOE WESTCOTT during a campus ministry meeting as she begins graduate school in Alabama. Joe’s personal rule of not dating students starts to fade until he discovers Madeline’s destiny lay in running her father’s massive corporation. After rejecting wealth and all its trappings, Joe struggles against the attraction he feels for Madeline. Madeline knows she loves Joe, but is not willing to throw away her destiny of taking over the helm of Viscolli Enterprises.

A Christmas Eve funeral washes all Joe’s plans away. Will their love succomb to the rising tide caused by their differences in lifestyles, or will raging seas calm and allow them to sail off into the sunset?

For $2.99, you can securely purchase the ebook directly from Hallee. Click the Paypal button:




Find Christmas Star Sapphire at any of these online booksellers:

Olivia Kimbrell Press
EBook ISBN: 978-1-68190-019-3

To get an autographed copy of Christmas Star Sapphire, order directly from Hallee at this link.

Christmas Star Sapphire can be purchased in paperback at the following places:

Ask your local library to order this title:

Olivia Kimbrell Press
ISBN-13: 978-1-68190-021-6
ISBN-10: 1681900211

The Back Cover:

MADELINE VISCOLLI finds herself on the Gulf shores of Alabama, where she takes part in a graduate program to earn her MBA. On her first day there, she meets JOE WESTCOTT, team leader for a campus ministry. Despite a mutual attraction, Joe’s personal rule of no romance with any student keeps any kind of deep relationship from developing.

Joe has no desire to have a relationship with anyone, ever, anyway. He left a life of luxury and his family’s business behind to live alone on a sailboat and serve in ministry. Then Madeline walks into the auditorium the week school starts and Joe suspects his personal rules might not apply to this graduate student.

That is, until he discovers Madeline is one of the Viscollis, and that her destiny lay in running her father’s massive corporation. Having rejected wealth and all its trappings since childhood, Joe finds himself falling for the vivacious sapphire-eyed beauty. Madeline knows she loves Joe, but is not willing to throw away her destiny of taking over at the helm of Viscolli Enterprises.

A Christmas Eve funeral washes all Joe’s plans away. Will their love succumb to the rising tide caused by their differences in lifestyles, or will raging seas calm and allow them to sail off into the sunset?

 

Excerpt from the Book:

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When Madeline Viscolli arrived a few minutes late at the small auditorium on the east side of the University’s campus, she expected to see a few dozen people already there, but found only one lone man sitting on the floor with his back against the base of the raised stage. Frowning, she glanced at her watch. Surely on the campus of one of the largest universities in Alabama, the Cru program had more than one person involved.

Once called Campus Crusade for Christ, Cru served on college campuses all over the world. Cru provided students with worship and fellowship opportunities in a body of believers – a family away from family. While an undergraduate at the University of Florida, she’d spent hours and hours with her Cru family, and grew into a deeper relationship with God than she’d ever even thought possible. She’d gone on four mission trips spanning a total of eight different countries, volunteered in summer programs, and had developed friendships she knew she would treasure for the rest of her life. Now, pursuing a Master’s degree in business, she found herself on the coast of Alabama hoping to integrate into a new Cru group.

Never shy, Madeline walked into the nearly empty building and marched straight down the aisle. The man looked up from his book and smiled at her. He had light red hair and a goatee that looked nearly blond. As she drew closer, she recognized the logo on his T-shirt from her favorite seafood restaurant in Key West.

“Hello,” he greeted, setting his book aside and standing. Even though Madeline stood just two inches shy of six-feet, she had to look up at him. He smiled warmly and looked directly into her rich blue eyes as he held out his hand. “Joseph Westcott – Pastor Joe – though most people just go with Joe.”

“Madeline Viscolli.” She shook his hand. Even though he kept his grip purposefully light she felt the hard calluses on his palms. Her father, an avid rower, had similar calluses. So, he was a pastor. Why was no one else here, then? “Am I in the right place for the Cru meeting?”

“You sure are,” he answered, his green eyes shining with amusement, “and you’ll be right on time in about fifty-eight minutes.”

“Doesn’t the meeting start at six?” Madeline frowned checking her watch.

“Yes. It does.” He raised an eyebrow. “Still on east coast time?”

Why would he be asking…? Feeling her face flood with heat, she realized. “Of course. We’re in Central Time.”

With a friendly laugh, he gestured toward a cooler that sat on the floor near the stage. “Takes a little while to lose that hour. Water?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Accepting the ice cold bottle from him she slipped her bag off of her shoulder and sat in one of the comfortable auditorium seats. “I didn’t get in until just now. Came straight from the airport. I actually scheduled my arrival to coordinate with the meeting.”

“Where you comin’ from, Miss Viscolli?” While he casually dropped the verb much like a native, his accent didn’t sound Deep South to her ear. It made his manner of speaking interesting. His warm smile made it even more interesting.

“I graduated last spring from the University of Florida.” She took a long pull from the bottle, not realizing how thirsty she felt until the icy water hit her dry throat. “I’m going to be getting my Master’s here.”

“Gators? Let me think.” He hopped up onto the stage, facing her. He wore leather deck shoes with no socks and, despite the red hair, had a rather dark tan. “Chris Wilson still the Cru director there?”

Picturing the dark brown face and laughing light brown eyes of Pastor Chris, Madeline smiled. “He is. His wife just had their second baby.”

“He showed me pictures at our annual conference.” He gestured at his T-shirt. “I usually spend a good bit of the summer in Florida myself.”

The calluses on his palm and the tan lines despite his fair complexion had her guessing his hobby. “Do you sail?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise. “How did you know that?”

Madeline shrugged. “Lots of little clues, I guess.” Plus, she could see him, in her mind’s eye, on the deck of a little catamaran, skimming the turquoise waves off the Florida Keys. Her family had a home down there, and she had spent her childhood living in either Boston or southern Florida. Sailboats were just a part of what she considered normal in life.

“Quite observant, Miss Viscolli.” He pronounced her name perfectly, long o sound and all. He looked at his watch. “We have some time before the meeting. If anyone else had their times mixed up, they would have been here by now. Honestly, you should probably eat something now if you’re still on Eastern Time. You’ll be starving in a few hours. Want to grab a coffee and a snack or something?”

“Actually, I think I’ll skip tonight and go find my apartment.” She stood, almost instantly regretting turning down the offer. She suddenly realized she might enjoy getting to know Mr. Westcott better. “I thought I’d have more energy. I just got in from spending the last several weeks in England with my brother and his wife, and I’m a bit jet lagged.” Waving a hand around the room, she added, “Hence the mix-up with the time.” She picked up her bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder. “I look forward to the next few years, Pastor Joe Westcott. Cru has been a major focus of my life since my first day at college. I’m praying I’ll be able to develop the kind of friendships I had in Florida.”

He scooted off of the stage and held out his hand. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his again.

“It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Madeline Viscolli. I look forward to seeing you again very soon and I’ll be sure to email Chris Wilson and let him know I met you.” He held her hand throughout this tiny little monologue, then gave her fingers a gentle squeeze before he released her grasp. Did he hold her hand a heartbeat longer than necessary, or was that just her jet lagged brain slowing everything down?

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Monday Morning Chat – My Favorite Book and Character

Hello! Welcome to Monday morning coffee and chat!

I really appreciate all of the questions that I get from my readers. Today I’m answering two questions:

Of all of your characters, who is your favorite?

Like with children, I know you’re not supposed to have a favorite book. But, if you did, which one would it be?

As you’ll see, there’s nothing easy about answering that question! HA! I hope you learn more about me as a writer through my response, and answer my question at the end:

 

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