We know a God who is listening- even if it looks like he is not.
With the world going crazy around us, how comforting that we have a rock who is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow!
For the director of music. Of David the servant of the Lord. He sang to the Lord the words of this song when the Lord delivered him from the hand of all his enemies and from the hand of Saul. He said:
1 I love you, Lord, my strength.
3 I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
and I have been saved from my enemies.
4 The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
5 The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
6 In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
7 The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
8 Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
9 He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
10 He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared on the wings of the wind.
11 He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him—
the dark rain clouds of the sky.
12 Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced,
with hailstones and bolts of lightning.
13 The Lord thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.[d]
14 He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy,
with great bolts of lightning he routed them.
15 The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at your rebuke, Lord,
at the blast of breath from your nostrils.
16 He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
17 He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
19 He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.
20 The Lord has dealt with me according to my righteousness;
according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me.
21 For I have kept the ways of the Lord;
I am not guilty of turning from my God.
22 All his laws are before me;
I have not turned away from his decrees.
23 I have been blameless before him
and have kept myself from sin.
24 The Lord has rewarded me according to my righteousness,
according to the cleanness of my hands in his sight.
25 To the faithful you show yourself faithful,
to the blameless you show yourself blameless,
26 to the pure you show yourself pure,
but to the devious you show yourself shrewd.
27 You save the humble
but bring low those whose eyes are haughty.
28 You, Lord, keep my lamp burning;
my God turns my darkness into light.
29 With your help I can advance against a troop[e];
with my God I can scale a wall.
30 As for God, his way is perfect:
The Lord’s word is flawless;
he shields all who take refuge in him.
31 For who is God besides the Lord?
And who is the Rock except our God?
32 It is God who arms me with strength
and keeps my way secure.
33 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights.
34 He trains my hands for battle;
my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
35 You make your saving help my shield,
and your right hand sustains me;
your help has made me great.
36 You provide a broad path for my feet,
so that my ankles do not give way.
37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them;
I did not turn back till they were destroyed.
38 I crushed them so that they could not rise;
they fell beneath my feet.
39 You armed me with strength for battle;
you humbled my adversaries before me.
40 You made my enemies turn their backs in flight,
and I destroyed my foes.
41 They cried for help, but there was no one to save them—
to the Lord, but he did not answer.
42 I beat them as fine as windblown dust;
I trampled them[f] like mud in the streets.
43 You have delivered me from the attacks of the people;
you have made me the head of nations.
People I did not know now serve me,
44 foreigners cower before me;
as soon as they hear of me, they obey me.
45 They all lose heart;
they come trembling from their strongholds.
46 The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock!
Exalted be God my Savior!
47 He is the God who avenges me,
who subdues nations under me,
48 who saves me from my enemies.
You exalted me above my foes;
from a violent man you rescued me.
49 Therefore I will praise you, Lord, among the nations;
I will sing the praises of your name.
50 He gives his king great victories;
he shows unfailing love to his anointed,
to David and to his descendants forever.
Summer is here! Time for books that make you laugh, cry ( just a little bit), and cheer when the good guys win and lovers get their happily ever after.
Check out The Pride of Galveston Series
So many things and, at the same time, not so much. Compliments to the Chef goes live on Friday and once I completed the editing and formatting there isn’t much to do. Except marketing- which is super important because if no one knows the book is out there, how can they buy it? But still, compared to the huge amount of work that went into writing 66 thousand words, it doesn’t feel like much.
Once Friday comes, I will stalk the reports page at Amazon for about a week by then I will be engrossed in the next WIP (work in progress) and I will only be checking the reports page about once per month.
Of course, the process for me is different because I am self-publishing and I am very NEW to the whole process. I know there are other platforms so research is on my list of things to do and I am working on learning how to go with the paperback. Honestly, but the time Hard Thunder, the second book in the Hard Company Security Series, is out- my process will be completely different.
The learning curve is actually part of the fun for me, I like challenges and I like learning new things. So, improving my process and my marketing are pieces of this business I actually like.
What I do NOT like is editing! As I mentioned, this book is 66,000 words- I have read these words at least twenty-five times. I think I have just about memorized the whole freaking book. I have an editor in my daughter and she is so great. She has read the book that many times, as well. It’s not even her favorite genre. As the business grows, I will hire a professional who does this for a living and Savannah will be very grateful.
You know what I learned through editing this book? I never spell the word caramel correctly- LIKE NEVER. Spell check catches it every time. It just did when I typed it out in the previous sentence. So, its always a learning process and that is a good thing.
In a nutshell, here is how it goes:
- Write the Rough Draft
It’s very simple, and yet it is not.
I have heard some say that writers hide behind the pen. This is such a lie. Writing reveals who the writer is, what they dream of, what they love, how their mind works- a writer is very exposed when they publish their work. That is what makes it hard to hit the publish button or the submit button if you are submitting it to an agent or publishing house.
I love this process. I love writing. I enjoy writing my books as much as I enjoy reading books- this surprised me. I will keep writing my happy books with happy endings and I hope you enjoy reading them!
When you do read them, please leave a review on my website, Amazon, or Goodreads- even better, leave a review at all three. Even if it is just once sentence.
I write the characters I love meeting in real life. They are never boring.
just don’t be an idiot. if her love was tough to win, i assure you her forgiveness is harderJmStorm
Chance had to learn this the hard way. Love wins, but the fireworks along the way are spectacular!
As she rolled the last crate in, she shucked out of her black chef’s coat. Hopping out in just her skinny black jeans and black tank, she turned to shut the doors.
“Need any help?” came a deep sexy voice.
Regan screamed, jumped and reached for her gun strapped to the small of her back. Before she completed the draw, her brain registered that the voice belonged to the very handsome lobbyist.
“You! Don’t you know better than to surprise someone like that?” she said as she fought to regain her composure.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Can I help you?” asked Regan in a tone that didn’t really sound all that helpful or sweet.
“You can have drinks with me tonight.” he said with a smile that had the same effect on Regan as a hot biscuit has on butter.
Even while melting, her tone was icy, “ I don’t even know your name but it doesn’t matter because I don’t date lobbyists.”
He grinned even bigger, “My name is Chance Blakely. How did you know I am a lobbyist if you didn’t know who I am?”
Chance Blakely, Regan didn’t know him, but she did know of him. He was not only a lobbyist but a heavy hitter in Austin. Anyone involved in Texas politics knew who he was.
“For three years, I have served dinner to the who’s who in Austin. It doesn’t take long to learn to recognize a lobbyist.”
“You say lobbyist like it’s a bad thing.” he said.
Good gracious, thought Regan, that grin. Ignoring her girl parts, her brain continued, “Anyone who advocates for a cause because of how much they are being paid, isn’t not someone who has any core values.”
“So, you are judging me because of my profession without even knowing me.”
“Wow, you don’t even feel bad about it. Just one date, that’s all I ask. Let’s see if you still don’t like me after one date.” He was pushing but not in a way that was offensive. He was smooth as silk, charismatic and not one bit ruffled by Regan’s tone or her words.
“I am not sure what part of ‘no’ you aren’t comprehending. I would ask if you were always this dense but given the ring on your finger, I already know the answer.” said Regan as she nodded towards the college ring on his hand.
Chance glanced at his hand and looked up surprised. “Let me guess, you are a Longhorn.”
“Hook ‘em”, Regan made the Longhorn sign of her Alma Mater, University of Texas. “See, we were destined to fail. You’re an Aggie and I’m a Longhorn. So, we’ll just leave it alone. You go back to your lovely date and I’ll go on with my life.”
“She’s not my date. No, I don’t think I’ll leave it alone. How about breakfast?”
Regan couldn’t help but chuckle, he was so charming.
“No.” she said and stepped towards the door.
He moved and cut her off. Her whole body reacted to his close presence. He stood a great deal taller than her. If her gaze were level, she would be looking at the button in the middle of what appeared to be some very defined pectoral muscles. She had a thing for broad chests.
“Do I look like a serial killer to you?”
“No, what you look like is a heartache looking for a place to happen. Now, are you going to move aside or am I going to have to pull my sidearm? Please understand, I was raised knowing that you only pointed a gun if you intended to fire it.”
“No need to go there. I’ll see you around.” He was still grinning like she was the most fun he had had in a long time.
“No, you won’t. Have a nice night.” Said Regan as she headed in the staff entrance.
If you think you fall in love with characters as a reader, imagine how the writer feels! I love Chance Blakely and Regan LaRue. Once again, the hero has his hands full with a smart-mouthed Texan- and this one even had a Cajun granny.
You get to Meet them May 7th! You can pre-order now or sign up for this newsletter and get notified when the book goes live.
So, it has been one full week since I released A Marine For Christmas, and I have been amazed!
Thank you for all of your support! I am grateful for everyone who bought the book or downloaded it in Kindle Unlimited. I am also grateful for everyone who gave it a rating or left a review.
It made the decision to self-publish the rest of my books easy. I had fun, I am still learning a LOT, and I am excited. The thing that is probably the most appealing is the freedom to write what I want, how I want to and then control when it is available. For those that know me, this is not a surprise!
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Out of the Shadows will be released in January and a cover reveal this week!
That is the one element that will make your marriage better. Grace will make any relationship you have better- including the relationship you have with yourself.
What is Grace exactly?
Definition of grace
(Entry 1 of 2)1a: unmerited divine assistance given to humans for their regeneration or sanctification
b: a virtue coming from God
c: a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine assistance
c: a special favor : PRIVILEGEeach in his place, by right, not grace, shall rule his heritage— Rudyard Kipling
d: disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency
e: a temporary exemption : REPRIEVE
3a: a charming or attractive trait or characteristic Among disagreeable qualities he possessed the saving grace of humor.
b: a pleasing appearance or effect : CHARMall the grace of youth— John Buchan
c: ease and suppleness of movement or bearing danced with such grace
grace verb graced; gracing
Definition of grace (Entry 2 of 2)
1: to confer dignity or honor on The king graced him with the rank of a knight.
There is a lot to this one word, but I think the part that applies the most to marriage is “disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency“. Frequently, we demand more from those we live with, especially our spouse. We let our anger show, our impatience colors our words, and we keep a long list of flaws and mistakes. But, what would our marriage look like if we responded with grace instead of “justice” or harshness?
I think sometimes, especially for women, we think it is our duty or job to fix everyone around us. The world tells us that we do that by pointing our every flaw and demanding perfection. That isn’t how God does it. He offers GRACE every second of every day. If we are in a new season, he offers grace. If we are struggling, he offers grace. If we are learning a new way of being or doing, he offers grace.
Grace is key to living at peace.
My therapist once asked me what I wanted to remember in January when I thought about the holidays.
Peace- Joy- Reverence-Laughter- Ease
But most of all, in every season of my life, I want peace.
You need grace to have peace. You can’t be at peace with yourself if you don’t extend grace to yourself. You can’t live at peace with others if you don’t extend grace to others. There is a time for calling someone on their sh*&$. But those times are NOT everyday and not in every moment. Plus, if you are constantly busting someone over every flaw and mistake, they are not listening to you. However, if you deal grace like a drug dealer deals meth, people will listen when you come to them out of love and talk with them about a problem or pattern that needs attention.
GRACE should be thrown around like confetti on New Year’s Eve. Give it freely because God has certainly given it freely to you.
I also looked up antonyms for Grace:
Bitterness. Disapproval. Hostility. Unforgiveness.
Wow, sometimes you can learn more by looking at what something is not than what it is.
Jesus is our Prince of Peace. How fitting that His Father is a God of Grace.
Food is essential to romance. Regardless of where the food comes from- a fancy restaurant, a cool dinner, or from home. The old saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” has a lot of truth to it. I don’t know many women who are impervious to a man who cooks for her- or at least brings her tacos.
In A Marine for Christmas, Lucas is no different. Dixie blows his mind with Gratin Dauphinois and Beef Carbonnade. What good love story doesn’t have good food? I love cooking, I love growing food, and I love serving that food to those I love. So, my characters do as well. I hope you enjoy the recipe I have included for you!
You could call these scalloped potatoes, but Gratin Dauphinois has so much more flair! It is hard to go wrong with potatoes, they are a humble food from the earth that need only a little dressing up. You will be hard pressed to find a menu that can’t be complimented with a potato dish. With the potatoes cooked in the oven with milk/cream, butter and a little garlic, the simplicity is deceptive. This taste is subtle but engaging, the texture is smooth, and the experience is wonderful.
This dish complimented the Beef Carbonnade the family greatly enjoyed at our Christmas Dinner. There was not a bit left after dinner, always a compliment to the cook! Unless of course there is none left because the cook did a poor job of planning for her guests, but that was not the case- this time.
3 pounds of boiling potatoes– peeled and sliced 1/4 inch thick (the food processor works great for this)
1 cup of whole milk – I like to mix 3/4 cup whole milk with 1/4 cup cream- adds to the richness and wonderful texture.
1 clove garlic– pressed and spread on bottom of a buttered flame proof baking dish- I prefer a deep dish 9 inch cast iron skillet
3 tablespoons of butter plus more for greasing the bottom of the dish.
Once you have buttered the cast iron skillet and spread the pressed garlic, place the potatoes in the skillet spreading in layers.
Season the milk with salt and pepper, pour over potatoes. Add more cream until the milk is 3/4 of the way up. Place on burner and heat just to a simmer- this is a very important step so that the liquid and potatoes come together in the oven.
Distribute 3 tablespoons of butter (real butter, not margarine) on top of potatoes.
Bake in a 425′ oven for about 25 minutes- until the liquid is absorbed and the potatoes are tender.
Serve and be happy! That is some flat out good food! Great food does not have to be complicated to be wonderful.
Today is the day!
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This is my first fiction book to self-publish and I am excited to see how this goes.
All Dixie ever wanted was a home in the country with a family of her own. That dream was shattered when her husband left the day after he graduated medical school with his new plastic surgeon.
Four years later she is highly successful with her own business, but her heart still longs for what it wanted most.
Lucas Hardwick is ready for a change. On a recommendation from a friend, he finds himself in LaRue, Texas looking for the right property to relocate his security firm. He knows exactly what he is looking for in a property. His heart, however, is looking for something more.
Dixie is stunned when she is attacked on a quiet sidewalk in her sleepy little town. When she meets the eyes of her rescuer, Dixie finds herself looking into the eyes of the first man in four years who tempts her heart to dream again.
Will this Christmas make dreams come true or will the attacks on Dixie’s life succeed?
Every writer has to have an inspiration, a muse, or archetype from which they draw. Because I am an incurable romantic, I write romance. In real life, I WANT everyone to get that happily ever after.
When it comes to the leading man in a story- regardless of the genre- I am only drawn to an Alpha male. I have absolutely no use for anything less. Power is a tricky thing, but one thing that it always is is attractive. I truly believe that is the appeal of a uniform, it represents power and strength.
Now, here is where we get into arguments. So many assume that an Alpha male is a bully, a brute, or abusive. Many book reviews I have read stated that they did not like the male lead characters because they were Alphas and Alphas were toxic. Here is where they are wrong. A true Alpha is a leader, a protector, a warrior, and a good guy. I wouldn’t follow anything less and I wouldn’t trust my future to anything less. This also means, that I wouldn’t write anything less.
Those men that are bullies, brutes, and abusive are actually weak men who act out loudly. They don’t have what it takes to lead and let others around them succeed so they beat them down either emotionally, physically, mentally or all of these above. This is not strength. A fearful man is just as dangerous. A man who shrinks back in fear cannot be trusted to protect or fight for what is important.
I have had the pleasure of being married to an Alpha male for nearly 30 years. When we met, I had a lot of unhealed wounds. He was the safe place for me to heal. He loved me as I was, took my anger (even when he wasn’t the reason I was angry), let me be myself without criticizing who I was. He even took the physical punches I threw, but not for long because he wouldn’t tolerate abusive behaviors. He never raised a hand to me but he scared me good and I never hit him again. That is what an Alpha looks like.
I have also raised an Alpha male. I have seen how the heart of a warrior develops by watching it emerge early on and seeing what it looks like through each stage. My son has a very different personality from my husband, but their hearts are the same.
There is a misconception that Alpha males don’t feel deeply or get attached. This is so wrong. They do feel deeply. They are loyal. They are driven. They love deeply, so deeply that they would sacrifice their own safety or life in order to protect what is theirs and who they love. I have watched Tony do whatever was necessary to ensure that our children had what they needed and I have never had to wonder if I was loved.
Because of their strength of character, they aren’t afraid to get physical. Both my husband and my son will settle an argument with their fists- if it’s needed. However, it is rarely needed. I feel safe knowing that if anything went down, my husband will take care of me. Honestly, I could be as wrong and wrong could be and Tony would defend me. We might have a serious talk when we got home, but he will have my back no matter what.
So, it is easy to see where I get my inspiration for the leading men I write. In each and every one of them, there is a piece of Tony Ross. The characters have different personalities, but that warrior heart is the same. My characters talk a lot more than my husband, so much of what he says is in what he doesn’t say.
He also isn’t very reactive. This is a good thing because I am VERY reactive. But in a good story, people need to react. So, I write scenes that would cause Tony to react. This means that the love interests gets physically attacked or threatened, and/or quite often shot at- but nobody dies because in my world everyone gets the happily ever after.
Everyman needs a battle to fight and beauty to rescue- these are the men I write. I simply write him again and again and thank God that every night I sleep next to Tony Ross.
Don’t let that easy going smile and quiet personality fool you, mess with me or one of his children and he will rain down hell.
I adore him.