Even More About DEADLY SILENCE

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Today’s the day! No, I’m not talking about the inauguration, I’m talking about the release of DEADLY SILENCE.

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Here’s the back cover blurb:

FACED WITH ONLY SILENCE.

Her happily-ever-after is shattered when Maven Morris is left at the altar. Without a word of explanation, her fiancé, has disappeared, leaving Maven and the church filled with their family and friends. Maven refuses to give into the darkness of depression. Instead she takes on a new speech therapy client. Layla’s life has been shattered by silence, as well. As a late-deafened adult, Layla needs skills to cope with her now silent world.

TRUST YOUR EYES.

Those are words of advice Maven gives Layla. The words stir up something on the inside of Maven as she realizes there wasn’t a hint that Paul’s feet had turned cold about their upcoming nuptials. And that’s when silence turns deadly.

 

I think you’ll enjoy the latest installment in the Deadly Communication series. If you do, I’d love to hear from you!

GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

 

More About DEADLY SILENCE

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DEADLY SILENCE, the third in my Deadly CommunicationS series, will release in a few days on January 20. Here’s what people are saying about it:

Jo Huddleston, author of the West Virginia Mountains series of sweet Southern historical romances:

Deadly Silence is a sweet romance wrapped in page-turning suspense. Lillian Duncan paints enough suspicious characters to keep readers guessing who the villain is until the end. Great characterization and setting descriptions in a story sure to please readers who love suspense.

Mary L. Ball- author of Redemption in Big Fork Lake:

A rollercoaster of anticipation from the first page to the last.

Deadly Silence took me on ride filled with tension. Clues were scattered through the chapters that had me blindly believing I knew the end until another twist in the plot made me guess once more, who the villain is.

Lillian Duncan did a fantastic job creating a novel fill with heart fluttering adventure. I cheered with joy and sighed with sadness as I followed the characters on their journey. Weaved in the plot is also a wonderful message about relying on God to be your guide. This is a book you’ll want to read many times.

Bettilu Davies, author of Shepherd’s Song:

Deadly Silence by Lillian Duncan was a good read, logical, suspenseful, and surprising. I enjoyed the book.

 

Thanks to the above writers who took time to read my book and give me an endorsement.

GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

 

 

 

 

DEADLY SILENCE

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Here comes the bride….da…da…da…but where’s the groom?

That’s the question in DEADLY SILENCE. We first met Maven Morris in DEADLY COMMUNICATIONS then we got to know her even better in DEADLY INTENT and now it’s time for her wedding. She’s at the church–alone! Where’s her beloved fiance, Paul? No one seems to know but you can find out soon. DEADLY SILENCE will release on January 20.

 

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GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

WHAT’S YOUR WORD?

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Lots of Christian writers will have a word they focus on for the year. This word might be for them or for their writing or both. There’s even a book somewhere in my office that is all about picking and living a word.

I don’t have a word. I always wanted a word but one word for a whole year? I’m rather fickle when it comes to some things. I change my mind a lot so one word for me didn’t seem possible.

Now you may or may not remember that I’ve had some serious health issues for quite some time–approaching the five year mark soon. In spite of them, God has been so good to me! Two specific things come to mind–well three if you count my amazing husband.

One is that God has kept me in his supernatural peace in spite of lots of things going on. That’s not to say I don’t have a pity party or two but when I draw near to God, He is there waiting to put His arms around me once again.

Two, I can still write! It’s amazing how God has blessed me this part of my life.

But…something’s been missing. Not every day but lots of days.

JOY.

It’s really hard to be joyful when you don’t feel good. It’s just that simple. It makes sense to me and yet I’ve missed having JOY. It’s not that I never feel happy or don’t have a good time. I have and I do but I want to feel God’s joy most of the time–not once in a while. So when I read two different devotions this morning with the theme of joy, it jumped out at me.

 

I have a WORD for 2017–JOY!

What’s your word for the year?

GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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I love to celebrate creativity. I believe all of us are given the gift but not all choose to open it. Here’s a poem by my friend, Sandy Smith.

Happy New Year 2017 by Sandy Smith

 

H- health ( enough to successfully function each day)
A- amazement ( God’s creation is amazing)
P- perseverance ( hang in there)
P- prayer ( God hears and cares)
Y- Yearning for more alone time with God

N – Nature (just get out there a little more this year)
E- excitement for living ( joy)
W- wonder ( child like wonder of the small and great around you)

Y- Yielding ( accept what can not be changed)
E- expectation ( that God cares about the little and big things in your life)
A- Anticipation is 1/2 the fun of the journey look forward to what a day will bring
R- Rest  not just sleep but rest of a heart that is content

 

I hope you enjoyed the poem and…HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

SAPPHIRE SECRETS by Dawn V. Cahill

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I’ve been reading some wonderful books the past few months and SAPPHIRE SECRETS by Dawn V. Cahill is among my favorites. That came as a surprise to me. When  I started reading it I didn’t think that would be the case, but the more I read the more I was drawn into the story and even more so into the characters’ lives.

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Ms. Cahill has a way with words! Her writing is clear, crisp, and creative. I can’t wait for the second installment in this trilogy. This book is definitely worth the money!

GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

 

But he was a good person…

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From time to time, I write flash fiction–whenever it flashes in my mind. Here’s my latest piece.

BUT HE WAS A GOOD PERSON…

Rocko Smith III was born a fortunate man.

One could even say born with a silver spoon in his hand.

But he was a good person.

He didn’t squander or waste.

Instead he did his best posthaste.

Unlike others in his class.

He didn’t party hard and fast.

He worked hard and did good deeds.

He truly was a good person but…

One bad choice he made.

Or should I say one good choice he didn’t make.

But he was a good person…

The car circled the public square for the third time. The Christmas lights sparkled and blinked merrily but Rocko wasn’t there for the decorations. His gaze went past the bright lights and peered into the shadows.

He tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Pull over, Jives.”

“My name’s not Jives, Rocko.”

“I know that but can’t you humor me just once, Martin? I always wanted a driver named Jives.”

“If it makes you happy, I suppose you can. Just tonight since it’s Christmas Eve.”

“That’s a deal, Jives.” He opened his door and picked up the package off the seat.

“Be back in a few.”

“Take as long as you need, Boss.”

“My name’s not boss.”

I know but I always wanted to say that.”

“Fair enough…Jives.”

Rocko chuckled as he made his way toward the alley. With his back turned to the merry lights, the night turned dark. And cold. He shivered glad to have his warm coat and gloves.

He walked into the alley. He saw his target. “Hi.”

“I’m not doing nothing wrong.”

“I know that.  I just wanted to give you a Christmas gift.”

“I don’t need no charity.”

“I’m sure you don’t but still I’d like to give you this gift.” He reached the box toward the man.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been so fortu—”

Blinding lights came toward them.

Rocko stood in a line—a very long line. It went as far as the eye could see and he was at the end of the line. In front of him stood a man in tattered clothes. Rocko still had on his warm coat and gloves. “Hey buddy, where are we? What’s going on? How did I get here?”

The man turned.

“You’re the man from the alley.”

“And you’re the man that was in my alley.”

“What happened? Why are we here?”

“Guess that runaway truck got both of us.”

“You mean I’m dead.”

“It seems to be so.”

“But I was just trying to do something nice for someone on Christmas Eve.”

“Hey don’t blame me. I didn’t ask you to come in my alley.”

“No. No. Of course not. That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just surprised. So then what’s this line?”

“My guess is that it’s the judging line.”

“What’s that?”

“You know it’s where God decides if you go to heaven or hell.”

“I don’t believe in God.”

“Believe or not, I think you’re about to meet your maker.”

“You really think God’s at the end of this line?”

“No, we’re at the end of the line. He is at the beginning of the line. Of course, He is the Alpha and the Omega.”

“You sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

He shrugged. “I used to go to church a long time ago. Of course, I started making bad choices that ended up with me being in that alley. First it was alcohol. Then it was drugs. Then I needed more money to get the drugs and ended up in prison. And then the alley.”

“So things aren’t looking good for you, huh?”

“I guess you could say that. But I made the choices so I gotta face the consequences. Got no one to blame but myself.”

“Sorry about that buddy.”

“It is what it is. How about you? How are you feeling about the whole thing?”

“It’s true I didn’t believe in God but I am…was a good person. For the most part I tried to do the right thing. I was kind to the people in my life, I donated lots of money to charities. And not just money but my time as well. I think I’ll be OK.”

“Sounds like it.”

And then it was their turn.

A man sat on a large golden throne. But not just any man, the Son of Man but also the Son of God. He wore a robe of white so bright it glowed. To his left was brightness and warmth that beckoned all. To his left darkness and death.

The man from the alley fell on his face.

“Stand up, Stanley.”

He lifted his head. “I can’t. I’m not worthy to approach you, Lord.”

“I know you Stanley and you know me. Please stand up. Fear not, you have been made righteous through my blood.”

As Stanley stood, his tattered clothes turned into a glowing white robe. “But I’m not worthy. I’ve done so many bad things. Made so many mistakes.”

“And yet I know you, Stanley.”

Rocko breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be OK. If someone like Stanley got to go to heaven, surely he would. After all, he was a good person. A really good person.

“Please go to the left, Stanley. There are people waiting for you. People who love you.”

It was his turn. He walked up to the throne with a confident smile.

The man stared at his for several long moments. Then with a booming voice, “Who approaches my throne?”

Gone was the kind loving voice, in its place was a cold angry voice. Something was wrong. Stanley had knelt so Rocko knelt. “It’s me. Rocko Smith III, Lord.”

“You dare to call me Lord. I do not know you.”

“True but I was a really good person.”

“I do not know you and you do not know me.”

“But I want to know you. Now.”

“Did you not have chances when you were alive?”

“Well, sure I had chances but I didn’t think you were real. Everyone said you were a myth. Obviously, I was wrong about that and I’m sorry. But I was a really good person. I worked hard. I was nice to people. I gave money to…”

“Your good deeds are like filthy rags. They mean nothing to me. Please go to the right.”

He looked to his right and only saw darkness awaiting him. “That can’t be right. You let Stanley, the drug addict into heaven. That’s where I belong. In the light. In heaven.”

“I never knew you.” His voice was heavy with sorrow.

“It’s not fair.” Invisible hands pulled him toward the darkness. “But I was a really good pers…”

 

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God Bless & Good Reading.