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Christian Fiction Friday: September 4th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I completed the final edits in a second generation Jewel Series titled Christmas Star Sapphire. It follows the story of Madeline Viscolli and Joe Westcott. Here is a snippet from Chapter 4 (you can preorder this Christmas novella, releasing November 1st, at this link):

.christmas star sapphire smallThe kitchen area looked spotless, and the entire living area lay in complete order before her. Even the bed beyond the doorway was made. Joe walked to the bow and sealed the port leading to his bedroom, hiding his bed from sight before turning back to face her.

“Expecting company?” she asked, curious about the tidiness.

“No, I wasn’t,” he answered ironically. He gestured toward the galley area. “Can I help you with anything?”

As she set the basket on the small counter, she opened the lid and started pulling out plastic containers of food. “Can you    set the table?”

About thirty minutes later, they sat at the little dining nook in front of the spread of roasted and sliced turkey breast, mashed potatoes, stuffing, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted Brussels sprouts, and homemade rolls.

Madeline sat across from Joe and placed a napkin in her lap. He looked at the food and then at her, his green eyes filled with emotion she couldn’t quite identify. Then he spoke.

“This is my first home cooked Thanksgiving meal in about thirteen years.”

Wanting to ask questions, but deciding to let him lead, she held her hand out. “I’m thankful we could spend it together. Would you mind blessing the meal?”

He covered her open hand and his fingers wrapped around her palm. His grip felt carefully light and warm though she could feel the strength in his fingers. He prayed a simple prayer, thanking God for the food and the fellowship. She enjoyed holding his hand and regretted the moment the prayer ended. While they filled their plates, she said, “This is my first Thanksgiving without my family in my entire life.”

His eyebrow twitched. “Why didn’t you go home?” As he spoke, he loaded mashed potatoes on his plate.

“I still have a paper due Monday. I can’t work on a plane. I get motion sickness very easily, especially on Papa’s corporate jet. It’s so little. I do better on a bigger plane and the flights are so crowded this time of year.” As she handed him the gravy, she smiled when he met her eyes. She made a mental note to stop babbling.

Spooning gravy over half of the items on his plate, he asked, “So, how does preparing this amazing smelling meal equal you finishing your paper?”

“I wrote it yesterday. I’m giving it a day, then I’ll go start proofing it.” She started to launch into the theme of the paper before she remembered that she had stopped babbling. Instead, she sliced into her turkey meat, relieved that it didn’t look too dry. Thinking back to his statement, she asked, “How is it that you didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving? Did your family not do holidays?”

His hands paused in cutting his meat for just a second – long enough for her to see it and identify it, before he resumed his task. His voice remained pleasant while he answered. “I went to a military boarding school from sixth grade on. I never went home during Thanksgiving break. The cooks always did their best to give the boys who stayed a nice meal.” He held up his fork. “But nothing like this. Thank you. I appreciate the thought. These Brussels sprouts are really good. How did you do that?”

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1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


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3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

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Christian Fiction Friday: July 10th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I just typed “the end” on Valor’s Vigil, book 8 in my Virtues and Valor series. Here is a snippet from Chapter 3:

Switching back to English she said, “What do I call you, lad?”

“Call him Valor,” Praetorian said from over her shoulder. “He needs to be patched up and back at his duty station tomorrow or else things are likely to go very, very badly for our little operation here.”

All he could think about was the suspicions of Kapitan Beck and Marie’s name on that piece of paper. He had to leave. While Mercy lifted his shirt and pushed against the wound, he panted, “I can’t stay here.”

The side of her mouth lifted in a half-amused look. “Well, Valor, I’m afraid that’s not necessarily up to me at the moment.”

She prodded the wound on his stomach and shifted to feel underneath him. He felt his vision suddenly tunnel as if black blinders were closing in from the sides. “I’m not seeing where the bullet came out. That means you’re holding onto it somewhere. Stubborn, really. I’m going to have to cut on you a bit.”

Nausea swirled and his throat tried to close with fear. “Do what you need to.”

She gripped his bloody hand with her own. He found the strength in her grip comforting. “Right this moment, you probably think you can’t hurt much worse. Sadly, you’re mistaken. I c’n give ya something if you like.”

“Can it wait?” Praetorian asked as he walked to the foot of the bed. “He needs to talk.” Wait? Talk? Suddenly the mission came back into focus. “Tell me what you learned.”

“It w-w-was a s-s-set-t-t-up,” Leo stammered, tasting blood in his mouth. He felt his fingers spasm around the camera he clutched and tried to open his hand, but his muscles would not obey his mind. “They w-w-wanted to lure you i-i-n and k-k-kill you. C-c-c-ripple the Res-is-stance.”

“Who? Did you identify them?”

“Jäger. Heinrich.” He closed his eyes and felt the world start to tilt when he remembered the mission. He opened his eyes again. “Two more. We never saw them go in.”

“Matthew said you went down to the cabin. What did you see?”

“P-p-ictures,” Leo whispered. His hand finally relinquished its grip and Praetorian saw the camera.

“Good lad,” he said, taking it from his hand. “We’ll get this developed and see what we can see.” He frowned and leaned forward. “How compromised is your cover?”

Leo shook his head. “Not at all. They never saw me.” As Mercy pushed his hands aside while she cut open his shirt, he help up his hands, showing his bloody palms. “They know they hit me.”

Mercy began praying out loud, a Scottish prayer that sounded as if from rote. Praetorian put a hand on his booted foot. “Who knows of you?”

He knew he meant Black Orechestra. Many knew of his existence in a vague sense, but had no idea exactly who the legendary Valor may be. “No one.”

Mercy said, “Amen.” She picked up a syringe. “That’s all boys. You can talk in a few hours.” He barely felt the prick in the muscle of his arm, but almost immediately felt the welcoming relief of numbness and blackness wash over him.

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1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or  less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

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3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

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Christian Fiction Friday: July 3rd

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I’ve been finishing Valor’s Vigil, book 8 in my Virtues and Valor series. Here is a snippet from Chapter 7 and a conversation between Leopold Schäfer and Virginia Benoit.

“You’re American. Where are you from?” she asked in perfect southern-accented English.

He raised both eyebrows. In plain English, he answered, “Oregon.”

Continuing in English, Virginia answered, “I’m from St. Louis by way of New Orleans.”

“I know exactly who you are.” As her face fell at his words, he gentled his voice slightly, “Even if I hadn’t, I thought I heard a twang in your French.”

“You heard no such thing.” She shifted her long red skirts and sashayed across the room to the tea service that sat on a table by the couch. As she bent, he heard her gasp in pain and start to reach her hand toward her abdomen. Curious, he examined the room. In the corner from behind a dressing screen, he saw the tip of a black boot. Could that boot possibly be on the foot of an incapacitated German SS Colonel? “Would you care for some tea?”

“No, thank you.” She swished her skirts and turned to face him.

“I do hope you will enjoy the performance, even if you didn’t get to approve it,” she said with a flirtatious smile as she took a sip of the long cooled tea.

“I hope so, too,” he said. He could not risk anyone else coming into this room. “I confess I have been looking forward to meeting you. I will return in a moment.” He clicked the heels of his highly shined jack boots and left the room, shutting the door behind him. In the hall, he found the young lieutenant who had been assigned to see to the needs of the famous singer.

“I will be escorting Miss Benoit to the stage. What time is she due to be on?”

“Five minutes, sir,” the lieutenant replied, looking at his watch. “I was just on my way to give her the time.”

“I’ll handle it. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Clearly dismissed, the younger man turned and Leo knocked sharply on the door of the room and entered. He saw Virginia seated on the couch, her fist against her mouth, her eyes wide with fear.

She clearly forcibly relaxed and smiled. “No matter how big or small the venue, I always get a little jumpy right before a show.”

Dryly, he replied, “I find that astonishing, Miss Benoit, given your credentials and years of experience.”

Virginia took a deep breath and let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s true. Please don’t let on. Underneath the glamorous gowns and the makeup, I’m still just a southern girl from small town America.”

He stared at her and shook his head. “I would not be overly concerned about this crowd if I were you. The men are in such need of distraction after months of boredom, a monkey grinding a hand organ would surely entertain them at this point.”

The look of pain that crossed her face made him regret his words. He so very much wanted to ask her about what happened before. Perhaps, one day, they could meet away from such a hostile environment. He looked around, trying to find clues.

“Have you seen me perform before?”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. But I am very much looking forward to it.”

Virginia stood, placing herself between him and the dressing screen, clearly trying to block his view of the boot. “It’s only a bit early. Would you escort me to the stage, sir? We could continue our conversation until it’s time to perform.”

“It will be my honor. And I hope it isn’t forward of me to propose that we speak together more before you must depart, Miss Benoit. My English has suffered greatly in the last few months since my arrival.”

She smiled a very practiced dazzling smile and nodded, “An opportunity to speak more with a handsome young officer in Hitler’s mighty Army? What kind of red blooded woman could refuse such an offer?”

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2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.

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1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

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3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

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Christian Fiction Friday: June 5th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

Today, I’m giving you a snippet of my upcoming book Valor, part 8 of The Virtues and Valor series.

“That’s our cue,” Leo said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He lifted his pistol and fired, but the distance was too great for any real accuracy. He merely intended to provide Matthew cover fire as he grabbed his rifle. “Let’s go.”

Despite low crawling toward the cover of trees, they continued to receive fire. When Leo felt like it was safe to stand, he moved to a crouch and instanteneosly felt a searing pain rip through his stomach. He fell back to his knees and Matthew shot the uniformed soldier who stepped out of the treeline. As the man fell, Matthew reached toward Leo and grabbed him by his arm.

“I got you, Valor.”

If his arm hadn’t been around him, Leo would have collapsed. The pain took his breath away and caused nausea to swirl in his gut. Inside the treeline, he paused and leaned against a huge pine. Matthew pushed his nose into his face. “No stopping. We have to go.”

Shoring up whatever minuscule strength he had left in his limbs, he gripped his stomach with his hand and leaned into Matthew, who bore his weight and raced them through the woods.

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.

Suggestions:

1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.

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Christian Fiction Friday: May 8th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

I haven’t written anything new in the last couple of weeks, so I’m bringing you a snippet from my recently released A Parcel for Prudence, book 4 in the Virtues and Valor Series:

4ParcelPrudence_640Muriel reached for the coffee pot on the stove, but yanked her hand away quickly, shaking it to ward off the burning heat that came from touching the hot handle.

“Sorry there’s no kitchen staff this morning but there’s a war on after all. First time making coffee with your own two hands?”

At the sound of Praetorian’s voice, she jumped and spun around. He’d left the cottage after their exchange yesterday and never returned. Unsure of what to do, Muriel had spent the day fasting and praying and preparing for what lay ahead. She felt good today, centered, energized.

“I had a lesson at the camp,” she replied. “I just forgot to get the towel for the handle.”

His mocking look made her want to grit her teeth. “They taught you how to make coffee?” With a snort, he used a towel to lift the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup but did not offer one to her. “Rather odd training for a school of espionage.”

“Perhaps, but they recognized I knew nothing and would have to pass as a simple French girl. So, I had classes in all sorts of the day-to-day mundane.”

He stared at her for a long time before speaking. “Interesting.”
With a forced polite smile, she replied, “Indeed.”

“Tell me. Did you receive training in dusting, darning socks, or washing underclothes? If so, I may have a few chores for you before handing you your field assignment.”

“I can barely wait to inform Joseph that you asked me to launder your soiled undergarments.”

Praetorian frowned. “I pray you live that long.”

Muriel took a deep, calming breath. “I fully intend to reunite with my husband the moment this awful war is over.”

Now it’s your turn!  Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.




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1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.

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Christian Fiction Friday!

Welcome to the first edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

Here is my offering for the week: four paragraphs from my current work in progress, Flight of Faith, Part 7 of the Virtues and Valor Series.

Eddie’s voice sounded quiet, so quiet that Helen wondered if she was the only one who heard the slight edge of menace. “That ain’t funny, Troy.”

“I said I’m going. I’m leaving for England. In the morning.”

JoAnn stood. “Don’t be foolish. There’s a war on. The seas aren’t safe. I know you read about the Lusitania!”

“I’m not sailing.” Helen swallowed and lifted her chin. “I’m flying. I’m flying Texas Diamond over and I’m going to volunteer. Just like Eddie did.”

Now, link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.

 


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1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday  authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.

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