Wednesday, 11 December 2013

A must read for parents! Spiralling Out of Control

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Adult themes. Author's Recommended Reader Age: 17+
Even though this is offered as a young adult novel, it is a valuable read for all parents.

Stephanie's parents tell her things will get better at her new school and to change her attitude! Decent, typically middle class, busy parents; did not see the warning signals as their daughter became introverted and depressed.
Bullied by girls and harassed by boys at her new school; she was primed, as so many are, to respond to comfort from wrong influences. The story has hope, though it is painfully realistic.
Remember, the word "Parent" is a verb as well as a noun. Check out my video review the go to Amazon and buy the book. You won't be able to put it down.
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Michelle Dennis Evans lives on the Gold Coast in Australia. She believes you can find healing and hope when you read someone else's story, whether it's fact or fiction! 
Michelle is married and has four children. She is a young adult and children's author as well as poet. Both her poetry collection and her debut novel, "Spiralling out of Control" reached #1 in their Amazon subcategories in their first week of release.
You can visit Michelle's blog at http://www.michelledennisevans.com



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Monday, 9 December 2013

The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman

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How far would you go to avenge your daughter's death? This fascinating book is about one woman breaking free from a cult and its abuse. I confess I wanted the main character to exact more revenge than she did... however the skillful evolution of her character and that of the pastor who wrestled with the truth, made the story more satisfying than gratuitous revenge.
This is a real page-turner filled with unexpected twists.
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Extract: The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman
Carole Brown
Chapter One

Twenty years earlier
The shadow creatures on the wall shook their wings and legs. Heads with horns nodded. Scary, dark faces watched.
The little girl clasped her floppy-eared rabbit against her chest and stared into the dark.
“Mmm …” Mommy’s murmur reached to her through the walls, and the giggles from her mother tiptoed in, shooing the fear away.
Whoosh. She blew out a breath and squeezed her rabbit tighter. “Mommy has a friend with her, Ramsey. She loves me just like I love you and will give me hugs in the morning after the man leaves.”
Ramsey said nothing. She ran her fingers over his face and could feel his black button eyes staring at her, trusting her to protect him.
“And she’ll read to us and I’ll sit on her lap and we’ll snuggle—all of us together.” She nodded and tugged on Ramsey’s left ear then rolled over.
Real live whispers and laughter floated into the room.
Opening her mouth in a wide yawn, she patted Ramsey’s tummy and whispered again, “Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”
“Please. That hurts.”
“Mommy?” The little girl frowned but her eyes wouldn’t open. Just like they did when she and mommy put cucumbers slices on their eyes. 
“Stop it—”
             Rubbing at her eyes the little girl sat up. Mommy had never sounded like this before, and neither had any of the men—the men who brought flowers and candy and money. 


About the author: Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Thriller based in China "Brother Half-Angel"

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I really enjoyed this book. Please watch my video review. I'm pleased it's one of a series because I'd like to read more of Brother Half-Angel's adventures as he fights evil and rescues those being persecuted.
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Excerpt: Chapter 13

 Fulang, China 

“Can we come to your room for a chat?” Daniel asked Ling as they finished dinner.
“Yes, of course,” said the old man, who seemed relaxed and amenable. Nevertheless, Daniel was wary. The old man’s reaction to Brother Shuei’s murder confirmed that he possessed a side to his character that was volatile and unpredictable.
“I’ll tidy up,” said Brother Yoon kindly. “You go off now.”
Ling led them down the passageway to his own room, right next to his office. He offered them chairs. Again, Daniel marveled at the spartan lifestyle of the man. A bed, a table, a cupboard and the two chairs comprised the only furniture in the small room. Much of the spare space on the concrete floor was occupied with cardboard cartons. The crumbling and stained walls were bare, and Daniel could not see a solitary item of decoration anywhere.
Ling switched on an electric kettle. “One of our students gave me some very fine tea today,” he said. “Let’s try it.” He opened the unmarked packet and poured some tea into a pot. Before the water in the kettle came to a boil he emptied it into the pot, waited a couple of minutes and then poured three cups.
Daniel took a sip. It was rich and fragrant, slightly sweet, with the hint of a pineapple taste. “This is excellent,” he remarked.
“Dragon well tea,” said the director. “From down south. It’s supposed to help contemplation.” He looked at the pair. “It is not comfortable when someone dies.” Daniel translated for Jenny. “It makes us all uncomfortable. So we must persevere as best we can. But I had forgotten that you are Americans. And American Christians are used to a comfortable life.”
“That’s not quite true,” said Jenny after her husband had translated. “We chose to come here. We accept this style of life.” She waved her arm around the decrepit room.
 “You aren’t used to being in a country where Christians face persecution,” continued Ling, as if she had not spoken. “Where Christians face death on a daily basis. I had forgotten that. So I may have been a little abrupt in my behavior. Perhaps it seemed as if I were insensitive. Or that I was not honoring the dead.”
“No, it’s not that,” said Daniel.
“It is that, Danny,” said Jenny, after he had repeated his words in English. “It is that.”
“I have seen many deaths,” said Ling, again as if they had not spoken. “I was working in a town in Sichuan province when a gang of hoodlums, inspired by the authorities, came and set fire to the building where we held secret worship services. Eight people burned to death. Four of them were children. A few years after that I was in Hunan province when the police attacked a group of underground worshippers with electric batons. Do you know what those do to you?”
Daniel shook his head.
“It’s like being lashed with strips of barbed wire. Just one touch of the baton is enough. The pain is intense. Then after attacking the worshippers the police took away dozens of them. Several never returned alive. When I was in prison the guards used to take the Christians and place us in coffins, or make us stand naked in unnatural positions for hours and hours, trying to make us recant our faith. I never did. But not everyone was able to resist. And I know that many of the brothers in prison with me never got out alive. So I am used to death.”
“What did you mean when you said it was your fault?” asked Jenny. “That you are being punished?”
“God commanded me to establish this seminary and he placed these students in my protection. I have failed. One of our students has been martyred.”
“You say martyred. So you feel that somehow he was killed because of his faith? It wasn’t just some gang trying to rob him?”
“It doesn’t matter who might have done it. He is dead, a martyr. He is in his Home, with God. That is all that matters.”
“But we might all be under threat. Shouldn’t we be doing something to protect ourselves?”
“We place ourselves in God’s hands. What bigger protection is there?”
“That other house church. The one you told us about. Over on the other side of town. Are they being attacked too?”
Ling stared at Jenny. “That is a house of evil. They are a cult. You are not to have anything to do with them.”
“But maybe they are also being attacked,” persisted Jenny. “Maybe they have some information about what is going on. Maybe…”
“They do not teach the true word of God,” shouted Ling, not even waiting for Daniel to finish translating. “They are a cult.”
“But if they…”
“You are not to have anything to do with them,” interrupted Ling, shouting even louder, his face red. “Do you understand? You are not to have anything to do with them?”
An awful silence now descended on the room. Jenny looked at her husband, clearly wishing to leave. But Daniel did not want to walk out right after such an outburst.
“How are Brother Shuei’s family taking his death?” he asked, sipping some tea as casually as possible.
“Government policy says Chinese parents can have only child.” Already Ling’s voice was calm and relaxed. Daniel was amazed at the rapid transformation. “So when that child dies it is quite devastating. Especially if you are poor - and many, many Chinese are poor - because you expected that child, especially a son, to help take care of you in old age. His parents are believers, and their pastor is helping them understand that their son has died a glorious martyr. They do understand that. But they will suffer. I am sure your church can send them some money. And Brother Yoon’s church.”
“We feel we have been sending you a lot of money,” said Jenny.
“A lot of money?” He swept an arm around the room, as Jenny had done earlier. “A lot of money? How many American Christians live like this? Tell me. How many?”
“He’s trying to make us feel guilty,” said Jenny to Daniel, after he had translated.
“But he’s not wrong. He’s got a point…”
“Danny, for goodness sake. Our church has been extremely generous. We’ve sent money. We’ve sent supplies. Our church has sent us. You and me. What more does he expect? And we both know that Brother Yoon’s church has sent even more. So ask him where it’s all gone, given that we’re living in a dump like this.” Now it was her turn to sweep her arm again around the room.
Once again Ling’s face was distorted. “Americans live in luxury and then send some crumbs to their poor, suffering little brothers and sisters in China. And then they complain when we don’t grovel and kiss your feet.”
“No, that’s not entirely fair,” said Daniel. He turned to Jenny. “I think we should go back to our room. Everyone’s pretty tired.” He gave an exaggerated yawn, then looked at the director. “Maybe we can talk some more in the morning…”

“Yes, get out,” said Ling, rage in his face, though his voice remained calm. “Get out now.”

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