Showing posts with label book release. Show all posts
Showing posts with label book release. Show all posts

Saturday, May 24, 2014

June Foster visits today.

Today, I welcome June Foster to Writing with God's Hope blog. We recently became acquainted online. Her latest release might stir controversy, but I doubt the reader will find it boring.

When asked to supply a devotion, I found June "instant in season and out of season." She gave no less than three devotions to peruse. I enjoyed them all, but the one below goes along with Foster's latest release, Ryan's Father. 




Ryan Reid is a first-grade teacher and a Christian with a heart for neglected kids, but a chance encounter during an earthquake with Sandy Arrington, a beautiful young nurse, rocks Ryan’s carefully guarded world and unearths the secret he has held deep in his heart. Though Sandy falls in love with him, Ryan’s forbidden affections lie elsewhere, and he must depend on the Lord to see him through a battle he always hoped he’d never have to face.



Here's the devotion that helps understand where Foster is coming from with this book.
 
Spiritual Armor

I've received a lot of feedback on Ryan's Father, my novel which came out January 15 of this year. Ryan is a young Christian man who loves the Lord and wants to serve Him. But when he is forced to admit he has same sex attraction, he begins a journey he thought he'd never take.

Mostly I've received positive feedback about how this subject needs to be broached from a Christian worldview. I've heard from two gay men that said my book was an encouragement and brought hope. But another gay man who, I might add, is a precious Christian who loves God, told me he no longer believes a homosexual can change and is now living in a relationship with another man. My heart goes out to him.

One of the points he brought up was how he'd gone through ex-gay therapy which only drove him to depression. I looked up this reparative, so called "pray the gay away" therapy. Much of it is based on behavior modification such as spending time with heterosexual men and avoiding women unless it's for romantic reasons.

What does all of this have to do with spiritual armor? I think reparative therapy is missing something. Ephesians 6: 14-17 says, "Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests."

Romans 1in the Word tells us that men committing indecent acts with other men is a perversion and a sin. But Romans 6 tells us we are no longer slaves to sin. God wouldn't say we are no longer slaves to sin if He didn't mean it.

It seems to me that the ex-gay therapy is lacking an important element. The sword of the Spirit. Prayer is mentioned at the end of the above Bible passage, but as important as prayer is, it's not part of the armor. Hold God to His word. Seek change based on what the Bible says, not emotions or prayer alone. Utilize the Spiritual Armor of God.

I agree, June. Without the Holy Spirit we have no power. I like your use of spiritual armor to combat the sin of homosexuality. It's our only protection against any addiction or compulsion.
June Foster is a retired teacher with a BA in Education and a MA in counseling. June has written four novels for Desert Breeze Publishing. The Bellewood Series, Give Us This Day, As We Forgive, and Deliver Us, and Hometown Fourth of July.  Ryan's Father is available from WhiteFire Publishing. Red and the Wolf, a modern day retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, is available from Amazon.com. June loves to write stories about characters who overcome the circumstances in their lives by the power of God and His Word. June uses her training in counseling and her Christian beliefs in creating characters who find freedom to live godly lives.
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Thanks for stopping by Writing With God's Hope blog today, June. I enjoyed making your acquaintance. I'm looking forward to receiving my copy of Ryan's Father.
 
Does anyone have questions or comments for June?

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Connie Almony and Her Character Interview

Today, I've invited Connie Almony and her new friend, Carly Rose, to visit with us here on the Writing with God's Hope blog.  First let me introduce Carly.

Who is Carly Rose?

I'm glad you asked.



Carly Rose stars in her own novella, At the Edge of a Dark Forest, a modern-day retelling of Beauty and the Beast.
Janet: How exciting for you. Tell us something about yourself.
 
My name is Carly Rose. I develop prosthetics to help people who’ve lost limbs. I work mostly with veterans. Though I grew up in the business, helping my father who started Rose Prosthetics, I wanted to learn all aspects of the field so received training as a physical therapist as well. Right now, my dad and I are trying to start a new company, since my brothers ruined the one he’d originally created.

Janet: What is the quirkiest thing you’ve ever done?

I don’t know if you’d call it quirky or downright crazy, but I moved in with a very bitter disabled Iraq-war vet, Cole Harrison, to help him rehab with my prototype prosthetics. I was hoping to get him to invest in a new company and redeem the Rose family name. Only I didn’t realize the guy would be such a … oh well … Let’s just say he’s not all together pleasant (cough) a-beast. Ahem. Excuse me, I had something in my throat.

 What are three things we might not guess about you?

1)      My favorite part of my work is wielding a blow-torch. Yes, a blow-torch! We use them to heat molds for prosthetic sockets during the fitting process. I don’t know why I love that part so much. I guess it just makes me feel a little dangerous.

2)      I’m not real good filtering what I say, especially if I’ve been insulted. I tend to lash out. Dad says I got my temper from my mom. She’d been a little fiery when she was alive. Dad always smiles and winks when he tells me that.

3)      I’m not afraid of much, but I’m deathly afraid of horses, especially Cole’s horse, Lightning. No reason. No childhood trauma involving the big brutish creatures. I think it’s just because they are big, and I am not. Oh yeah, and they don’t talk so you can’t reason with them about not stepping on you, kicking you, or galloping off with you at top speed. And they’re big. Did I mention that yet?

Oh, I so understand that part. Victoria Peterson who starred in her own YA novel, "Victoria and the Ghost" was afraid of those big animals, too  How was it that your life got complicated?

Things had been going slowly down hill since my brothers took over my dad’s prosthetics company, but it really hit the fan when a disabled vet fell down some stairs while using a prosthetic leg created by the Rose company that had a seriously defective screw. Between the lawsuits against the company and the recalls that followed, my father’s mood had become very dark. It was his dream to help amputees since his brother killed himself years ago, but his own sons have destroyed that dream.

Still, my life changed dramatically when I moved into Cole’s manor. Our arrangement gave my father hope, so I didn’t have to worry about him so much. But now I traded that concern for the man I live with—a man who wrestles many demons, though I’ve been increasingly aware, has a softer, generous side. If only he didn’t feel such a great need to shield it from vulnerability.

I'll bet you despise that Cole, or at least your brothers.

Oh, I can’t say I actually despise anyone, though I’m really angry at those wretched, selfish, beasts of brothers I have—Ahem—I mean, I’m not too happy with my siblings. Sometimes I’d like to wring their scrawny necks and throw mud on their former-model wives’ sequined gowns … but I couldn’t say I really despise them. I know, since God has forgiven me my sins, I need to forgive them theirs … someday … I hope.

I'd like to see you throwing mud at sequined gowns, but forgiveness is a must when God forgave us, isn't it? What stands in the way of your current life goal?

I guess that would be my family’s reputation for creating inferior products that can injure rather than help. That’s why I started developing prosthetics on my own. However, I need to find a way to distinguish my work from theirs, but no one will invest in my new designs. Except, maybe Cole. I don’t know why, because he’s made it painfully clear he wanted nothing to do with prosthetics again. But for some reason, he’s trying mine.

In three words, describe yourself.

Tenacious, hard-working and plain.

Plain?

Yeah, well, next to my brothers’ former-model wives, I think most people would call me plain.

Does Cole find you plain?

Yes, I believe he does. He often mocks me by calling me Beauty. Only sometimes I wonder … well … never mind. Yes, he thinks I’m plain.

Do you trust yourself in your work or do you rely on the wisdom of others, feeling they may know more than you do?

I know the business of prosthetics inside and out. I’ve been trained in all aspects of the job from fitting patients to the right product, to rehabbing them. My father taught me to do everything as if for God, so I take my work seriously.

However, that doesn’t mean I don’t remain open to suggestion. I’ve been very fortunate to have Cole’s horse trainer, Joe Sakamoto, give me advice about how to deal with the ornery owner of the manor. And Sam, the horse trainer’s son, has taught me the benefits of therapy with horses (hippotherapy)—even if they do scare the daylights out of me. We now use this therapy to help Cole heal both physically and from the psychological trauma of PTSD.

That sounds interesting.

Yes, it really is. But don’t tell Sam or Joe I said that. I’d get a tag-team attack of I-told-you-so from the two of them.

Thank you, Carly, for joining us today. I hope Cole decides to invest in your new company.
 
Now, I turn to Connie Almony. I want to learn more about her since she is the creator of Carly Rose.

Connie Almony is trained as a mental health therapist and likes to mix a little fun with the serious stuff of life. She was a 2012 semi-finalist in the Genesis Contest for Women’s Fiction and was awarded an Honorable Mention in the Winter 2012 WOW Flash Fiction Contest. Her newest release, At the Edge of a Dark Forest, is a modern-day re-telling of Beauty and the Beast about a war-vet, amputee struggling with PTSD.

You can find Connie on the web, writing book reviews for Jesus Freak Hideout, and hosting the following blogs: InfiniteCharacters.com and LivingtheBodyofChrist.Blogspot.com.

You can also meet her on the following social media outlets:




Back Cover

Cole Harrison, a war veteran, wears his disfigurement like a barrier to those who might love him, shielding them from the ugliness inside. He agrees to try and potentially invest in, a prototype prosthetic with the goal of saving a hopeless man’s dreams.

Carly Rose contracts to live with Cole and train him to use his new limbs, only to discover the darkness that wars against the man he could become.

At the Edge of a Dark Forest is a modern-day retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Only it is not her love that will make him whole.
I love the sound of that last sentence. Congratulations, Connie on the release of At the Edge of a Dark Forest. I look forward to reading it.  The way you've intertwined your career and Carly's problems must make for an interesting read. Thanks for visiting with us today so we can get acquainted.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Tycoon and the Texan by Phylliss Miranda

Today, I'm excited to welcome to Writing with God's Hope blog my good friend and excellent writer, Phyliss Miranda. Her new e-book released just two days ago. Today, Phyliss lets us in on a secret or two and introduces us to our new best hero. Thanks for visiting with us, Phyliss.

I’m honored to introduce you to Nicodemus Dartmouth, my hero, in my September 5th eKensington release The Tycoon and the Texan.
 
Before we begin with the interview, I’d like to give you the background on both how I selected the plot and Nick’s last name. I truly believe it was a gift from above.
 
My husband and I have friends who we’ve known for over forty years and vacationed with since their boys and our girls were young. 
 
In 2002, my DH and I were on our way to meet them in Florida when we received a call, thank goodness for cell phones, that Harry had emergency heart surgery. He was in a coma, and the future was uncertain.  We immediately turned our car north and headed for Dartmouth Medical Center where he laid critically ill for weeks.  We were determined not to leave until he and Pat were safely home under their own roof.  And, that we did. 
 
One day while sitting in the waiting room, my attention was drawn to a show on TV, you know the ones up in the corner of the room where you have to crane your neck to see and can barely hear. The show pertained to a foundation’s auction of bachelors for charity.  That seeded the idea for a story about a strong, multi-millionaire who ends up buying an ugly duckling at his own foundation’s charity ball. Of course, she had to be from Texas and his name had to be as strong and willful as my character, so Nicodemus Dartmouth was born.
 
Now nearly ten years and many vacations together later, my story The Tycoon and the Texan came out recently and needless to say I dedicated it to our dearest friends.  
 
Let’s get on with learning more about Nicodemus Dartmouth. I’m gonna let him tell you about himself first, and then he’ll answer some questions.
 
I don’t really like being referred to as a tycoon because I see myself as just another hardworking man in his 30’s. I have to admit being a product of a wealthy, widowed mother, who I don’t always see eye-to-eye with, did have its benefits. I worked my fingers to the bone to establish one of the largest construction firms on the west coast, while being CEO of  Mother’s charity ... the Elliott-Dartmouth foundation.  I own a Double A baseball farm team and love to workout with my players.  Mother is pretty well appalled when I show up at the office with bloody road rash showing through a tear in my baseball pants.  By the way, Josie, the Foundation Director and mother hen, thinks I belong in the dog pound. I have one supporter in the organization, well most of the time, and that’s McCall Johnson, who used to be my secretary at the construction company until I transferred her over to the foundation when I found myself crawling up twenty stories of red iron thinking about her.
 
 
Now back to the charity auction that Phyliss mentioned. Mother thought it was a grand idea to auction off bachelorettes, while I told her from the start is was a bad, really bad idea.  She called me into the office to go over the final arrangements, including the table decorations.  I need to be out at the construction company offices arranging for a shipment of material we don’t need to be shipped to Habitat for Humanity, but no I’m standing here looking at a bunch of flowers stuffed in a vase. I won’t even tell you what I think about them because Mother sure didn’t approve of my description.
 
The auction was a nightmare, just as I had predicted, although it raised a lot of money for the foundation ... a good bit coming from me.
 
The jinx I apparently put on the event began when one of the bachelorettes called in sick and our resident Texan McCall Johnson was forced to step in.  In an unexpected turn of events, and I have to admit a bit of jealousy on my part to boot, I ended up paying what McCall called “a vulgar” amount for a week long date with her.
 
That began our adventures ... seven days to Texas.
 
I wanted so badly to show her that our lives weren’t that much different, but at every turn, I hit a roadblock.  From nearly cutting my finger off trying to prepare dinner for her on my private boat to seeing a ghost of Harris Grade coming out of Lompoc, California, something got in my way of showing her that I don’t get everything I want, although she thinks I do.
 
It took me the full seven days, plus some, while visiting her Granny’s ranch in Texas, but I finally succeeded at showing the independent, spirited, uprooted Texan that our lives aren’t as different as it might seem, only to find that we are more alike than I ever dreamed ... including our secrets.
 
I hope you’ll go buy The Tycoon and the Texan by native Texan, Phyliss Miranda, so you can learn more about me and Miss McCall Johnson.  By the way, if I have my way, she won’t be a Miss much longer.
 

 
 Thank you, Phyliss, for visiting with us today. I urge others to grab that book soon.  I've read several of Phyliss' yarns. Her writing is strong, and her characters believable. I loved the background on how the story came to be.
 
Leave a comment if you have a question or comment about Phyliss or her story.