Giving Away a Free Copy of JOURNEY’S END

A Deputy US marshal suffers remorse over his role in an innocent man’s death. 
A widow finally pieces together the shattered fragments of her life. 
A runaway teenager brings them together, but an angry father wrenches them apart. 
Can God heal their hearts and shower them with blessings of forgiveness? 

Journey’s End


Good morning, friends. This week I’ll be hanging out at Margaret Daley’s blog where we’ll be giving away a free copy of Journey’s End. Leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win. Journey’s End will be featured on Thursday, 3/8. Winners will be announced on Monday (3/12). Hope to see you there!



Back cover blurb:
Devastated after the brutal murder of her husband, Chelsea Hammond vows never to love another lawman. Intent on rebuilding her shattered life, she turns her focus to helping troubled teens. But when an angry father bent on retaliation, threatens her, Chelsea must turn to the one man she never thought to trust: Deputy U.S. Marshal Trey Colten.

Trey wants only to protect Chelsea, but she blames him for her husband’s death. Trey can relate. He blames himself, also. As danger lurks, Trey begs Chelsea to heed his warnings. He let down one Hammond. He won’t let down another—especially one who now holds his heart.

When Chelsea is snatched from her home, can she put aside her fear, and trust Trey with her life? Can she forgive him for destroying her past and let him help to rebuild her future?

Where one journey ends, another begins…

Excerpt:
“I suppose I should have been a vet.” Chelsea stroked the dog’s fur from his head all the way down his back, careful not to touch his wounded leg.

“Maybe. But I don’t think you’ve wasted your energy or your talents as a guidance counselor. Teenagers can’t seem to resist you, either.”

That produced a full-fledged smile in his direction. Way to go, Colten!

“Remember that natural charm I warned you about?”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Yes. And after a few days in your presence, I’m inclined to agree with you.”

He pulled into the veterinarian’s parking lot and glanced her way, surprised to see her grinning. “What?”

“Saved by the vet.”

Her words hit him like a piano dropping ten stories. She was flirting with him.

He took his time walking around to her side of the truck. He opened the door and leaned in, planting his hand on the seat next to her shapely legs. His face hovered inches from hers while he savored the way her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, the lips that curved in that always graceful way, and the eyes that spoke everything his heart wanted to hear.

Her eyes closed, and her lips parted slightly.

Trey snapped out of it. He couldn’t do this. He was on the job. She didn’t know the secrets he knew, the truth about her husband.

Her eyes startled open. As much as he wanted to partake and enjoy, he couldn’t. He touched a silky curl framing her face and ran it through his fingers. “You need to know that right now I’m working. But there will come a time, soon, when I’m not.”

Storms…where do you hide?

Bruiser, our eight-year-old golden retriever, meandered around the yard on his usual morning patrol, sniffing his territory to make sure no critters invaded during the night. 


A strange sound made me glance over the rim of my coffee cup. Was that thunder? So early in the morning? Probably not.


From my vantage point at the kitchen table, I peered out the glass door. The sky had lightened with morning’s brightness. Not a dark cloud in sight. Perhaps the noise I heard was a train from the nearby tracks? 


The noise sounded again, this time more distinct and definitely thunder.


Bruiser bounded up the deck steps as rain dumped from the sky, his big brown eyes pleading for me to let him in. I did, and Bruiser raced by to hide in our shower, someplace dark and without windows. Terrified of thunder and lightning, he usually senses when a storm is nearby, but this one caught him by surprise. 


The storms of life sometimes sneak up on us. Catch us by surprise. Events like the death of a loved one, relational breakups, job loss, or financial difficulties

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1

Where do you hide when you’re afraid?

thanks givings

~ that nobody was hurt in the NASCAR race last night, er…this morning. 
And that hubby stayed up to watch the race. 
What makes him happy, makes me happy.


~ that my mother’s kidney surgery went well and that she’s home, recovering.

~ that God fills me with what I need, even before I ask. I’m thankful for His strength this week.

~ I’m thankful for Book ‘Em NC. 
For Katie Huneycutt, Patricia Terrell, and the enormous number of sponsors, volunteers, and participants who gave of their time, energy, and profits to support the cause ~ increasing literacy and reducing crime.

~ that our son’s spring break starts this weekend. It’ll be nice having him around for a week.


What about you?
What are your thanks givings?