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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.

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:

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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?”

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: June 19th

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 working on the audio book for book 1 in my Jewel Series, Sapphire Ice, so I thought it would be fun to do a snippet from that book.

Sapphire Ice, Book 1 of the Jewel Series
Sapphire Ice, Book 1 of the Jewel Series

ROBIN propped her elbow on the kitchen table and rested her forehead in her hand. She stared at the calendar in front of her, with horror. Somehow, the week snuck up on her and here she sat, the morning of the night of Tony’s mega Viscolli Corporate Christmas party. “What am I supposed to wear to something like that?”

Maxine groaned and stretched, graceful as a jungle cat and with just as much pent up energy. “I wish you’d mentioned this before the actual day of.”

“Honestly, I was hoping that something would happen that would keep me from having to go.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Flood? Meteor? Locusts? Terrorist attack?”

“Okay. Let me think.” Maxine rubbed her forehead, wishing the sinus headache would quit interfering with her thoughts. “Ugh, my brain is not functioning this morning.”

“I knew that live Christmas tree you bought would mess with your allergies,” Robin said with a touch of humor and a dose of concern.

“You enjoy saying, ‘I told you so?'” She took a delicate sip of her orange juice. “It’s in the back alley. Maybe a cat will use it as a scratching post. Or something more heinous.”

“All I could find is Midol.” Sarah came into the kitchen and set the bottle in front of Maxine, who sighed and popped open the tamper proof lid with one thumb.

“Well, my headache might not go away, but at least I won’t have cramps.”

“It has aspirin in it. Your headache will be taken care of.”

“I was joking, Sarah. Sarcasm. Ever heard of it?”

“Only since I moved in here.”

Robin groaned. “What is wrong with you two? You’ve been snapping at each other since yesterday morning.”

Maxine stared at Sarah. “If you don’t tell her, I will.”

Sarah tore her eyes from Maxine’s and stared at the table in front of her. “It’s just that… um, I mean… well….”

Maxine swallowed two of the pills with her juice and slammed the glass down, wincing at the sharp sound. “What little sis here is trying to get out is that she isn’t going down to Florida with us for Christmas.”

The words cut straight to her heart. Hoping she could keep her expression under control, she glanced at Sarah. “Oh? Did something come up?”

Her sister refused to meet her eyes. “Well, it’s just that mom and dad have never had Christmas without me. I mean, I know I’ve never been with you, either, but –”

Maxine tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Her mommy started crying.”

Sarah gasped and looked up. “You are horrible.”

“No, you are. Robin works so hard, and you’re constantly putting your parents in front of her. That was great when you were fifteen or even seventeen. We were happy you didn’t have to live our lives, then, but you’re an adult now, Sarah, and you need to learn that your mother manipulates you to keep you right there by her side.”

“That’s not true!”

Maxine raised her voice. “You want to bet? The woman cried when her nineteen year old said she had the opportunity to fly down to Florida in a private jet and spend three days in a mansion on the beach.”

“No! She’s just worried about who…” Sarah gasped and jerked her eyes in Robin’s direction.

The pain in her heart twisted like a knife. Oh, yes. What kind of element might the streetwise Robin and Maxine expose their precious Sarah to unchaperoned? The glow of a week of basking in the glory of God, in her newfound salvation, in her relationship with Tony started to dim. Robin put her hands over her ears. “Stop it! Both of you! I don’t want to hear another word.”

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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.

 

Suggestions:

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

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Christian Fiction Friday: March 13th

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 do realize that it’s Saturday. I think I was distracted by my daughter’s birthday Friday the 13th, and just didn’t get to my blog. So, a day late, here is my offering for the week, from my current work in progress, Flight of Faith, Part 7 of the Virtues and Valor Series. This book publishes on Tuesday, March 17th!

v07-faith“What do you think you were about up there?” Captain Green bellowed.

Helen ducked under the nose of the blackened Avro Anson and stood toe to toe with a red-faced Captain Green. Irritation at the dressing down in front of the ground crew bristled up and down her spine. It caused her to mouth off, which she immediately regretted. “You mean besides out-flying the rest of your men?”

“The rest of my men did not break protocol.”

“Break protocol?” With exaggerated movements, she tapped her chin with her finger, then her eyes widened and she held that finger up. “Oh! You mean with the lights? Gee, Cap, I was just sayin’ howdy.”

“Sayin’ howdy?” he sputtered. He closed his eyes, as if praying for patience, then opened them and glared at her, his vivid green eyes staring her down and putting her into place much more quickly than any angry words he could speak. They almost shone in the night with their intensity and she knew she had crossed a line. “Faith, the second those lights came on, the aggressor had you in his sights and fired. You’re officially dead. Consider that for the next three days if you can. You’re grounded.”

Indignation huffed a sound from deep in her chest out of her. She had simply flashed her plane’s exterior lights off and on one time after the exercise concluded. It was almost a victory flash more than anything. “Three days? You can’t do that!”

“Oh, but I assure you that I absolutely can. In fact, I already have. It’s done. Take protocol seriously, like those men you’re up there flying with, and we shall never have to have this conversation again.”

 

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Christian Fiction Friday: February 27th

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!

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

v07-faith“We aren’t going to make it!” Helen yelled as she struggled with the controls.

“Just lost the left engine,” her copilot Harold Curtis said, looking beyond Helen to the burning wing. Less than a second later, the entire plane shuddered as another antiaircraft burst exploded right next to them, causing her to rapidly start losing altitude.

“You need to find me a place to set this baby down or else we’re going to be in a heap of trouble,” she managed to say as she stood and used the weight of her body to try to control the yoke. Some part of her brain told that right now she ought to feel absolute terror, but she didn’t have time for that. Maybe later, when this was over, would she take time and react to the fact that she was crash landing into enemy territory, into a country in which she did not speak the language.

 

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Preview of the upcoming Virtues and Valor series

00HeavenlyHeroinesHere is the prologue from the Virtues and Valor book 1, Temperance’s Trial, due out in September. This will be a serialized set of novellas that take place during WWII.  Each book will follow a different female heroine throughout the planning and execution of a mission in occupied France.  Every character will be based on a real life heroine from that war.  In the back of each novella, I will tell you about the heroine who inspired that book’s character.

Temperance’s Trial follows Marie Gilbert, codenamed Temperance.

PROLOGUE

Le Chambon-sur-Lignon, France, 1941

Marie Gilbert woke with a start. She could hear the pounding on the front door from up in her room. With urgency, she threw off her nightgown and quickly slipped her dress over her head. As she buttoned the top button, her bedroom door flew open and her brother, Edward, dashed inside and went straight to the window. He peered out into the back garden.

“Go!” their father ordered from the doorway. “Don’t look back.”

“Papa!” Marie cried as Edward put an arm over her shoulders and guided her to the window. “Come with us, papa.”

Her father adjusted his coat and buttoned it at the waist. His eyes caught those of his son long enough to order, “Take her to Switzerland. Don’t look back.” He straightened her bed and flipped her pillow over. He retrieved her nightgown from the floor and shoved it into the top drawer of her bureau before he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Edward looked out the window again, peering into the twilight darkness, searching the backyard and surrounding area. Marie felt her stomach knot in fear. “Edward, how can we leave him?”

“Because he said to.” He pushed the window open, stuck his head out and looked all around including up onto their roof. When he pulled his torso back inside, his voice never rose above a whisper. “Can you make it to the tree limb?”

Marie looked at the stout limb that nearly brushed her window. “I haven’t in years. I’m a grown woman now. I don’t know …”

Edward held out his hand. “We’ll make our way through the trees until we’re in the Philipe’s yard. Ready? No time to waste.”

Marie took a deep breath, and slipped a leg over the window sill. She looked down into the yard, two stories below. Without hesitation — well, maybe a little hesitation — she reached her hands out and leapt forward.

The trees on the estates were older than the buildings, and their branches entwined like the arms of an old married couple. Marie and Edward made their way carefully and just as quietly as possible through the trees. In the dark, branches scratched at her face and snagged in her hair, but she kept silent. Hearing a ruckus below, she paused just at the fence line and looked down below and behind them, seeing the uniformed Vichy police officers and members of the German Security Force haul her father from their home.

Biting back a cry, she met Edward’s eyes. His face looked grim, but he didn’t say a word. He just pressed his lips together and gave a harsh shake of his head.

They didn’t climb down out of the trees until they were on the far side of Philipe’s yard. Silently, they rushed across the grass and over the fence into the garden of Edward’s friend, Andre. In the far back corner, next to the stone fence, Edward knelt to the ground and removed a stone from the pillar. He reached inside and pulled out a sachet. He quickly opened it and studied the contents.

“Here, take this,” he said, handing her identification papers and a small cloth bag. She was now Andre’s sister, Muriel, despite Muriel’s age being closer to 30 than Marie’s own 20. Inside the bag, she found a blonde wig, which would cover her brown curls. With the wig on, the picture matched well enough, and at a glance the papers looked good.

“Do I call you Andre now?” She asked as he quickly pasted a pencil thin mustache onto his clean shaven upper lip.

“For now.” He counted the stack of francs and tucked them into his inner jacket pocket. “I have a car waiting in Tence. We’ll drive to Firminy and take the train to Geneva from there. Hopefully, it will be far enough away that they won’t look for us at the station.”

Over fences, under cattle gates, and through the wilderness, they ran and hid until they reached Tence. In a barn on a farm on the outskirts of town, they recovered the car Edward had secured, a 1925 Ariès flatbed in need of new tires, paint, and upholstery but with absolutely nothing wrong with the motor. The keys were hidden in the chicken coup. They pushed the car out of the barn and down the lane before starting the engine.

As they drove along the dark roads, Marie thought of her father. Tears burned in her eyes while she considered what might happen to him. But, she knew it was all in God’s hands.

Their family had worked with many families in their town to shelter Jewish children from the Germans. It wasn’t something she wished she regretted having done. Rather it was something she wished she hadn’t had to do. The evil treatment of the Jews ate at her soul and she was glad she was able to play some small part in saving a few lives.

But, they all knew the risks. That was why Edward had spent months planning escape routes, hiding identification papers, storing money, securing a vehicle. He knew one day the Germans would come for them.

“He should have gone with us,” she said, leaning her head against the window.

“You know we only escaped because he didn’t.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t have any children in the house last night,” she said, weary. She blinked against her burning eyes.

“God is good. Maybe they won’t be able to detain him since no children were there.” He gestured with his chin. “There should be a canteen in the back if you’re thirsty.”

“I just worry about who else might have been arrested,” Marie said. She rolled her eyes on her neck. “Do I have any terrible scratches on my face? I don’t want to stand out at the train station.”

Edward looked away from the road long enough to glance at her face. “Nothing terrible,” he said.

“Thanks.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed the canteen. “Where will we go?”

“London.” Edward reached over and squeezed her shoulder. “With Papa being English, maybe we can stay there.”

“I’d rather be where he is.”

“Of course you would. But, we have to put that aside right now.” Putting both hands back on the wheel, he said, “We both do.”

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