Mercy…God’s Love Given without Expecting Anything in Return

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Listening to a preacher speak on Mercy on 106.9 helped me so much, yesterday.

My husband and I reach out to people and animals in our neighborhood and outlying areas, and there are times we get bit for it. The wounds are still fresh, and at times hurt so bad, they urge me to stop helping, stop giving of myself. And lately, I feel bitter.

The story this particular preacher shared went like this (to the best of my recollection): A very young nurse who helped bedridden patients took care of a lady who’d had an aneurysm that left her completely helpless. To protect her identity, we’ll call the patient Sarah. She never showed emotions, was unable to move her limbs, and was dependent on the care of the staff at the young nurse’s hospital.

The young nurse was distraught many days, due to the condition of the patients and how hopeless her job seemed to be, but she continued to care for the patients with love and tenderness.

A seasoned nurse on one of her shifts instructed her to distance herself and not become too emotionally involved. Especially with Sarah. Sarah’s life expectancy had already been exceeded, so investing anything in her would be an emotional pitfall for the young nurse, according to the seasoned nurse.

The young nurse just couldn’t find it in her heart to stop caring for her patients as she always had. It just seemed wrong to treat them as a number, so she spent hours with  Sarah, talking to her, singing to her, and treating her with exceeding kindness.

On Thanksgiving day that year, the young nurse entered Sarah’s room and said, “Sarah, do you know what a wonderful day it is? It’s Thanksgiving. I want you to know how Thankful I am for you.”

For the first time since she’d been admitted, Sarah’s whole body twitched. The young nurse was alarmed at first, but when she inspected Sarah’s face, tears streamed down Sarah’s cheeks, the first documented emotion any of the staff had ever witnessed from her.

Three days later, Sarah passed on to be with the Lord.

The young nurse learned that the time, devotion, love, and respect she treated her patients with was not a wasted investment. Sarah helped her to see that God’s love was and is greater than any thing. And the young nurse continues to share his love, to this day.

This particular sermon taught me that when I give, God’s love should be evident. A true spirit of a giving heart sacrifices. If I’m not sacrificing something of myself, then I’m not doing God’s will. I’ve learned over the last few years, that no good deeds are done without reward. The reward may come years later, and may never be seen by me in my lifetime. All I can hope for is that someone see’s God’s love in me and chooses to give his or her life to him fully.

Thank you, Jesus, for the situations that cause me pain, struggle, and sacrifice. Through these trials, I come closer to you. For the world hated you, but you won in the end. In you, I am strong, fulfilled, and joyous!

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Laundry Life Hack #1 Hanging Shirts Quickly

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Piles of laundry you hate folding or hanging?

Well, today, I’m going to give you my secret to hanging a pile of shirts quickly.

As you fold clothes out of the dryer, do you ever think to yourself, “There’s got to be a faster way?”

I found the fastest way ever.

As you’re pulling those hot clothes out of the dryer and you don’t have a lot of time to get them put away, why toss them in a basket when you could do this:

  1. Pull a chair from the kitchen table.
  2. Put it beside your dryer.
  3. Lay shirts flat across the back of the chair.
  4. Continue to fold the pants and other items in the dryer.
  5. As you go, keep placing the shirts on top of each other.
  6. When you’re finished, you’ll have a stack of shirts that haven’t grown wrinkly yet.
  7. Get hangers.
  8. Place hanger inside the first shirt and fold it back.
  9. Place next hanger inside the next shirt and fold it back.
  10. Continue this process until you have a stack of shirts on hangers.
  11. Place the shirts in the rooms they go in, along with the clothing you’ve folded.
  12. Now you haven’t spent 20 minutes folding and hanging a load of clothes.

This process also works well when you place the shirts in a stack on the dryer top. If you’d like, you can get a few chairs, place shirts for different members of the family on different chairs for further organizing.

Happy laundering!

























Black Soul (The Forbidden Series #1)


I know there are a million books out there, but it would be wonderful if you’d take a chance on this one. I was upset about the state of the world, the way criminals kept hurting women, children, and just whoever. Our justice system seems to be failing us, so I created a half-angel, half-human assassin called a Souleater. His sole duty was to rid the planet of its filth. After the idea blossomed, I thought it would be cool for my assassin to be forbidden to love human females. Of course, not even angels are perfect. When he crosses paths with a woman who tempts him in every way, he can’t help but fall for her.

Black Soul is a paranormal romance with steamy scenes but off the screen sex scenes. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂


Dante’s Embrace Release


DANTE’S EMBRACE releases on Feb. 12th, just in time for Valentine’s Day. This edgy YA Paranormal Romance will keep you flipping those pages, biting your nails, and begging for more!

Please take the time to PREORDER Dante’s Embrace to help me reach my goal of being in the top 100 on Amazon. it will be on sale for $2.99 until release day, then the price increases to the market average of $3.99 for books in its genre.

Thank you all for your help. I’ll return any favors I can. Just let me know.

Also, the payment will not be due until the day of release. 🙂

My Interview With FLAVIU POP


Well, everyone I interview has a special tug or pull on my heart and Flaviu Pop is no exception.  Flav and I met in the ministry together and I started pulling his Romanian leg until he became and American.  I crack me up sometimes.  He got his American citizenship a couple of years ago and is a bona fide Romanian American now.  In other words, he belongs whether he is in Romania or the USA.  And, he gets to vote in November.  Cool. 

Flav is the new Pastor of Middle School Ministries at Hebron Church in Dacula, Georgia.  Another thing to note is that I owe him for probably half the comments on this blog.  He’s a faithful bro who loves Jesus.  Now, let’s ask him some questions:

1.  Why is your name Flaviu Pop?  Does that name originate from south Georgia or are you a yankee or what?

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Daddy ~ Our Superman (Eulogy)

To everyone who didn’t know what happened this last week, I lost my father. He was 79 years old and lived a wonderful life. He gave of himself more than any other human I ever met. He deserved honor, respect, and above all, our undying love and devotion. That, he certainly received.

His service was sad, but sweet. I thought I’d share the eulogy I hadn’t even planned to write or speak until 6:30AM the morning of his funeral. So here goes:

Spoken before I began: “As daughters, Annamarie and I have never experienced something so difficult in our lives. Watching Daddy’s decline was tough, but losing him after such a heroic fight for his life, was even more devastating. I’ll be very honest with you. I wasn’t sure I could get up here and do this, but I couldn’t allow this day to go by without all of you knowing a little more about the man whose life we are celebrating. If I choke up, please pray me through this.

“Children regard their fathers as God with skin on. This is very much the way Annamarie and I saw our Daddy. He was a man who could do anything. Even when there seemed no other way, Daddy either knew how to make it happen or he found a way. Just when everyone else thought the situation was hopeless, Daddy always came through leaving us wondering where he got his strength, wisdom, and stick-to-it-iveness. As the famous comic book and movie character, Superman, displayed: sacrificing of yourself to help the people you love, is not just a conviction, but a way of life. In his years, he set an example. Love with all your heart, your soul, and your mind, and make whatever sacrifices you have to, so that the people around you are left knowing without a doubt that you loved them.

“Daddy’s work ethic was beyond reproach. We wondered how he got so little sleep and continued working 12-17 hour days. He’d work all day and most of the night, come home, and get a few hours sleep, then restart the day, rested and rejuvenated. Looking back, now I know that he kept going because he loved his family and wanted the best for them. He wanted to have a legacy to leave behind when his final hours on this earth eventually arrived: for us to learn how to carry through life knowing how and where to get the answers when problems approached us, and that we should never give up.

“What I hope he knows now, is that his legacy wasn’t in items of monetary value. The cars, the carnival rides, the concession wagons, and all the means to make a living that he made sure were in place before he left us were amazing, but above all, the memory of him, his love, and his devotion to us meant more than any Earthly material item.

“When Annamarie and I were little girls, we rarely had the financial means to go on outings or family vacations. In fact, there were many days we scavenged through the sofas, the cars and any place in the house change might have been dropped, so we could purchase a gallon of milk and a bag of the cheapest cereal so we’d have something to eat for dinner that night. We always lucked up and found that final quarter or dime. And our mealtime with Daddy was just as good as if it had been a flame-grilled steak with all the fixings on the side. Because we sat at the table, discussed our day, and watched the twinkle in Daddy’s eyes as he enjoyed time with family.

“Family meant more to Daddy than anything else on his planet. We’ve joked and said that we ran a close second to his Cocker Spaniels, but they were part of the family, too. If any of you have a beloved pet, you know exactly what I mean. Anyway, not only did daddy ensure there was food on the table, never did a holiday pass that we didn’t have a basket from the Easter Bunny, a turkey on the table, or something we’d specifically asked for under our Christmas tree. As children, we didn’t get a lot of new things, unless our Aunt Kay and Uncle Bill took us shopping for school clothes or dress shopping for a special dance. We didn’t realize Daddy went without a few meals or worked countless extra hours for us. We only saw sparkling joy in his eyes, as he sat back and watched us giggling little girls, so excited with the prospect of something new.

“Daddy also worked extra hours to earn the money to send us on all the educational field trips the school offered. We never missed one. In fact, having been in the academically gifted classes, I was given the opportunity to chaperone all the other classes, field trips, at my own expense, so I went to the outer banks twice and Washington D.C. three times. Daddy made sure we had all we needed to get a well-rounded education. There was only one thing he held in higher regard: our Christianity. He stressed that we placed God in the center of everything in our lives. As the Bible teaches, he wanted us to make sure our eyes were set on God and that they never left him.

“In our younger years, Daddy surrounded us with Christian friends, a church family, and people we could look up to so that we’d grow into responsible, God-fearing adults. Today, I honor him today because he made sure that when he passed on from this world to go be with the Lord, that my sister and I would have the opportunity to run into his arms when we arrived at the Gates of Heaven. So, I don’t want you to focus on the loss of his life, but celebrate a man that deserved celebrating. He was a man of honor, a sense of duty to his country, his family, and his beloved friends. For years, I’ve wondered what I really wanted to be when I grew up. Now I know. I want to be as much like my father as possible.

“This afternoon, we will lay my father to rest, but be assured, the body you saw in that casket is only a vessel, a glove, if you will. The hand that fit into that glove, that guided the body throughout it’s life was his soul and that soul is no longer with us. On August 24th, he went to meet his maker. Daddy would want me to ask this. Are you ready to meet yours? Are you ready to stand before God? Daddy would want you all to be ready so that on that glorious day, he can throw those strong, loving arms around you again. Please make sure that before you leave this service, that you have made your peace, that you know, that you know, that you know without a doubt that you’ll be received into the Gates of Heaven washed in the blood of Jesus Christ, and forgiven of all your earthly sins.

“Thank you for joining us today to celebrate this man of God. There will never be enough words to express how much it means to us. God Bless you all.”

There were so many years of things I left out, sacrifices Daddy made, especially the 17 years he went without buying a single stitch of clothing other than underwear and how he resoled his shoes so Annamarie and I would have things. It’s another of those things you can’t go back and change. But that’s okay. Daddy is in Heaven now and he knows how very special I thought he was.

Long-awaited Release of Tortured Soul

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For four years, the fans of the first novel I released, Black Soul, have asked for the sequel. Now, I can finally, with great pride, say that Tortured Soul (The Forbidden Series #2) is available for sale at for $2.99.


Given that there was such a long wait between Black Soul and Tortured Soul, I feel an explanation is due. Right after Black Soul was released, I earned a contract with Kensington Publishing for the Cursed Series which took over 2 and 1/2 years to complete.  Ever AfterEver BoundEver Tempted, and Ever Lasting were all full length novels, except Ever Bound which was considered a novella–the history of the curse in the late 1800’s–so they took a very long time to run through the five editing rounds, cover creations, and final galleys (read through of final document). In fact, I’m sure I aged ten years and gained a lot more gray hair.


My original plans had been to work on Tortured Soul alongside the Cursed Series, but the calibre of work that those four books took kept me up night and day for 2 and 1/2 years, leaving little family time, recuperating time, or even time to breathe. I learned not to contract books so close together next time.

Now, with the Cursed Series complete, I have three more novels I’ve released just this year alone. I try to write extremely different storylines in each series so I can appeal to a broader audience. Each series is a different genre. Cursed was YA, The Forbidden Series was YA/NA, Object of my Protection (The Sentinel Series) was NA, and Dante’s Embrace, my current WIP (work in progress) will probably be YA. My decision on how explicit it will be is still up in the air.


So, now that I’ve given a bit of explanation, I want to apologize for the delay. As far as I know, and as long as the year goes well, with little catastrophy, I hope to release the third novel in the Forbidden Series, Souls on Fire, the second novel in The Sentinel Series, and when I name the series Dante’s Embrace will appear in, the second novel in that series. That’s at least three more books. I have high expectations of myself and want to keep my reader’s pleased. Please take a few minutes to flip through my books, choose a series you’d like to sink your teeth into, and share them with your friends.


And don’t forget to leave a review–no matter how small. Every review makes an author more visible on Amazon. There’s some sort of algorithm they use to decide where they will stick the cover of your book. Apparently reviews get you higher up on the list.


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