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Saturday, April 27, 2019

#SaturdaySpotlight is on David Arp & ORB

Good Morning!

Well hard to believe this is the last Saturday Spotlight in April 2019 - where has the time gone?

Alas, my prayer is that your year has been and continues to be filled with blessings.

David is no stranger to our blog. He's shared thoughts with us twice, been in our spotlight and given us a glimpse of what he treasures. Today he's giving us a peek into his latest release, ORB so please welcome him back.... Take it away David!

Billionaire oilman Cole Blackwell hired former Marine and Iraqi war veteran, Wes Hansen, to hunt down the man who assaulted his daughter. Wes has a name, Meshach, and one witness, a dog Wes believes the man used as a prop to walk the streets of Lubbock, Texas, at night, unquestioned. Wes’s business card reads PI, not ghost buster. To put a face to Meshach, find him and put him away, Wes will have to be both. Before the week is done, Wes and his team will be lucky to survive meeting the Man from Fire.


Bubba took a deep breath. “OK, first, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a longer list of coincidences strung together on one case in all my life. Either you or Cole or both of you must be living right. Second, you need to bring the authorities in on this. I’m going to finish these shrimp, which won’t take another five minutes. The water is boiling. Then, I’m going to make a phone call. I’ve got an FBI agent in mind.”

“What are we looking at, Monday?”

“Oh, no, tomorrow, a meeting bright and early in the morning in New Orleans. The sooner the better because if Risa or I didn’t warn Meshach, and we didn’t, I can promise you that whoever did has access to some high level databases.” Bubba turned his attention back to the steaming pot on the stove.

Wes had made the right decision being open with Bubba. His friend was in the clear, but he felt a sense of foreboding instead of relief.

Who could monitor private web exchanges, phone calls and e-mails, find out who looked for whom, and pinpoint their location right down to the hotel they stayed in? He answered the question as quickly as it formed. Only four agencies he could think of had the ability: the Department of Homeland Security, the NSA, the CIA, and the people Bubba wanted Wes to meet with in the morning.

ORB is available from Pelican Book Group and Amazon.

David Arp was born in Arizona, raised in Texas, and lives in Colorado with his wife of 32 years. He’s 61, but has only spent half of the past 40 years at home. The other half he traveled and worked the oilfields of the world, from the deserts of the Middle East to the vast oceans offshore. He has three children and six grandchildren.

Find out more about David and his writing by visiting his website and connecting with him on FaceBook. And check out his YA novel, Me and Jake written under the pseudonym Boo Riley available now from Pelican Book Group and Amazon in Ebook and Print!

Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll visit often to see what's happening on our blog!

Until next time, take care and God bless.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

#TuesdayTreasures with Heather Dixon

Good Morning!

I pray your Easter celebration was blessed and happy.

As always, it is my pleasure to bring to you a new-to-me author and today is no exception.

Brought to us by Prime Star Publicity, Heather M. Dixon is an author, speaker, and Bible teacher who understands living with a story that is not easy. Diagnosed with Vascular Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, an incurable and terminal genetic disorder inherited from her mother, she has dealt with difficult circumstances. 

Heather is passionate about encouraging and equipping women to trust in God, face their greatest fears, and live with hope. Through her blog, TheRescuedLetters.com, speaking, and Bible studies, Heather helps women find the courage to live by faith, even when they don’t like their story.

It’s just a simple magnet. And truth be told, I don’t treasure the magnet itself. I treasure the sentiment behind it. I bought this magnet when I was trying to nurse my newborn son, only to learn that my body didn’t particularly take to nursing. But still, I was determined to care for him in this way for as long as the two of us could figure it out together. Stumbling through the kitchen during long nights with little sleep, a quick glance at this magnet on my refrigerator would remind me not to give up. 

It’s a sentiment that would carry me through many more challenging moments in my life like a miscarriage, the loss of many loved ones, and an incurable and devastating medical diagnosis. For my faith journey, the temptation to give up and walk away from wherever God calls me is often my greatest one. Maybe that's just my personal struggle or maybe it's a reflection of a larger problem in this broken world. The Bible tells us that we have an enemy who wants nothing more than to separate us from God. Sometimes all the enemy has to convince us to do is.... give up.

To change my habit of giving up, I had to adopt a habit of determination. But first, I would have to ask God to change my heart. Only Jesus can do that, but the good news is that He is remarkably good at it.

In my new Bible study, Determined: Living Like Jesus in Every Moment, a six-week study of Luke, I invite readers to embrace determined living as they intimately connect with the Savior who remained laser-focused on His mission to love the world. 

“Jesus had three years to fulfill His earthly mission,” says Heather M. Dixon, “He accomplished His purpose and lived fully with a determined mindset, one that was eternally focused. The blessing for us with that mindset is that it makes every present moment beautiful and valuable. That's the choice I want to embrace, living fully with a determined attitude.”

Imagine waking up every single day convinced that the 24 hours ahead of you are a precious gift to be used wisely. Imagine also, that you know exactly how to spend them to be a force for God’s good. 
How do you learn to experience this abundant life, fulfilling the plans God has for us? The answers are found in following the footsteps of the One who lived fully, because He was determined that we might do the same. 

In Determined: Living Like Jesus in Every Moment, a six-week Bible study of Luke, Heather M. Dixon, author, speaker, and Bible teacher, follows the life and ministry of Jesus and the choices He made on His way to the cross. This study connects readers with the Savior on His mission to love the world and gives them a model for intentional living that they can replicate to live each day to the fullest and make a difference for God’s kingdom.    

“Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” (Hebrews 12:1)

I have a magnet hanging on my refrigerator with a popularized version of a quotation from Winston Churchill. It says, “Never, never, never give up.” I bought it when I was sleep-deprived and covered in spit up. I needed all the pep talks I could get in those days, although it wasn’t just because I had a newborn. I had a newborn that I couldn’t feed well. No one told me that nursing would be difficult. I am not exaggerating when I tell you it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

There will be moments in our lives when we will have to clinch our jaw and determine to keep moving forward anyway. Our circumstances will be challenging, our bodies will be weary, and our hearts will be full of doubt. In those moments it will be unquestioningly easier to walk away.

You’ve probably experienced similar moments just in the past three weeks of our study together. Stay the course. Dig your heels in. Don’t give up. Why? Not because I am encouraging you to, but because this is the choice Jesus made. He determined to move forward anyway. His convictions were so strong that He never, never, never walked away from being obedient to God’s will. And at the heart of His convictions were you and me, and understanding of those moments when the world would prefer that we give up. Let’s show the world Jesus’ way instead and live determined.

The writer of Hebrews goes on to call us to follow His example:

“And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:1b-2)

Determined: Living Like Jesus in Every Moment can be purchased directly from Abingdon and also at Amazon, B&N, Christian Book & Cokesbury

Sounds like a wonderful book, Heather! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with it.

Thanks for joining us, friends and that you'll stop by often to see what's going on. Until next time, take care and God Bless.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Kimberly Miller & Forgiving Tess!

Happy Easter!

I want to Thank You for taking a few minutes out of your celebrations to support my Saturday Spotlight guest.

Kimberly has shared treasures and thought with us and today she find out a little more about her novel, Forgiving Tess

WELCOME, Kimberly!

My second novel, Forgiving Tess, released on February 1, 2019. As the title indicates, this is a story about forgiveness, but maybe not exactly as you might initially think. Sure, Tess needs the forgiveness of friends, family, and an entire town—but the biggest offender to holding onto the past might just be Tess herself. Until she can forgive herself, moving ahead in her life might just be impossible.

Tess turned and ran back to the bus where several members of the team were divvying up their luggage. She hung back, waiting for a chance to grab her bag. She wasn’t likely to make friends with many of the people on the trip, which was better anyway. Tess burned a lot of bridges in the last few years, and making amends was difficult. Besides, if she didn’t make friends, there would be no problem keeping them.

“Need a hand?” a deep voice asked behind her.

Tess turned and found herself facing a broad chest. She raised her head and was stunned to find the familiar blue eyes of her childhood friend, Joshua Thorne, a man she hadn’t seen in over twelve years. What was he doing here? Tess blinked rapidly as her knees went weak. She drew a breath in an effort to find strength. Inwardly she groaned. Those distracting dimples were even sweeter now.

Forgiving Tess can be purchased at Amazon and you can find out more about Kimberly by connecting with her on Facebook and visiting her website.

Again, I pray your Easter is Blessed and Happy Friends.

Until next time, take care and God Bless.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

#TuesdayTreasures with Diane Burton!

Good Morning and Welcome!

Lot's of things going on but it is always my pleasure to bring a guest back to share treasures with us! Although it has been a while, Diane shared treasures and thoughts and been in our spotlight with her romantic suspense novels but today she shares treasures and a peek into her first YA novel!

Take it away Diane....

One of the things I treasure is my mother’s ceramic nativity set. Like many women of a certain age, my mom decided to sign up for a ceramics’ class. At first, she did little things, for example, Easter “eggs” and chicks. Then, she decided to make a nativity set for each of her children. She asked how I would like it decorated. I told her, and this is what she made.

The set is a reminder of the importance of Christmas, the true meaning. Each year, as I set it up, I’m reminded of all the work that went into the making of each piece. Mom died in November twelve years ago, close enough to Christmas that the first holiday without her was very difficult. The nativity set is a small part of her that’s with us each Christmas.

In my new release, Rescuing Mara’s Father, the main character never knew her mother who died at her birth. Mara would’ve given anything to have her mother with her.

A Middle Grade Science Fiction Adventure
By D.M. Burton
Approx. 75,000 words

3 friends, a hidden starship, a quest


Her father is gone! Taken by the Queen of Compara’s agents. Mara has to rescue him before the Queen tortures and kills him.
Instead of the kind, loving father she’s always known, he’s become demanding, critical, with impossible expectations—not just as Father but also as the only teacher in their frontier outpost. Mara would rather scoop zircan poop than listen to another boring lecture about governments on Central Planets. Give her a starship engine to take apart or, better yet, fly, and she’s happy. Now, he’s gone.
Never mind, they’ve had a rocky road lately.
Never mind, Father promised she could go off planet to Tech Institute next month when she turns fifteen, where she’ll learn to fly starships.
Never mind, she ran away because she’s furious with him because he reneged on that promise. Father is her only parent. She has to save him.
Along with her best friend, eleven-year-old Jako, and his brother 15-year-old Lukus, Mara sets off to find her father. Her mentor, old spaceport mechanic, seems to know why the Queen captured Father. In fact, he seems to know her father well. But, does he tell her everything? Of course not. He dribbles out info like a mush-eating baby. Worse, he indicates he’ll be leaving them soon. And Lukus can’t wait to get off their planet. Mara’s afraid they will all leave, and she’ll be on her own. Despite her fears, Mara has to rescue her father.


[When three bullies tried to beat up her friend, Mara jumped into the fray. Together they trounce the bullies. Then, her father takes her home.]
Father makes me sit on a chair in the kitchen because the light’s better in there. He is gentle as he cleans my scrapes and bruises. He’s almost finished when I see his lips thin and his eyes harden. He tilts my chin and pulls aside the neck of the old shirt I’m wearing.
“You have bruises on your throat. That—” He calls the bully a filthy name. I’m surprised. He never swears or calls anyone bad names.
What he does next surprises me even more. He kneels next to me and pulls me into his arms. I can’t remember the last time he hugged me. He strokes my hair, and I think this is how it used to be . . . when he loved me. Tears prickle my eyes, and my throat thickens.
Abruptly, he pushes me away and stands. I want him to come back, to hold me again. To be the warm, loving Father he used to be. He doesn’t. “I concur with your little friend. You did well. However, you could have been killed. Those Dunpus boys are mean, the father meaner. Stay away from them.”
“But they were beating up Jako. It wasn’t fair.”
Father walks over to the stove and lifts the lid of the large pot. “You have a good heart.” He stirs the stew. “You are very much like your mother. She would have been proud of you.”
He rarely talks about my mother, who died giving me birth. When I used to ask about her, he would get such a pained look in his eyes I always backed off. This time, I can’t let the opportunity pass. “Please, Father, tell me about her.”
He continues to stir the stew. He doesn’t say anything, and disappointment settles over me. Just like before. Then, he turns around. “She was tall and slender with hair as dark as midnight and eyes as green as a mountain meadow. You look very much like her. Your skin is not as fair as hers, though. She would not go outdoors without covering up for fear of burning.” He smiles, warmth and love shining from his eyes. “She hated freckles.”
“I hate them, too.”
He chuckles. “Not enough to stay indoors. Your mother cared deeply for others, as you do. But she would not have risked her life in combat. Learning was important to her. She would not have been pleased with your attitude in the classroom.”

Ebooks:  Amazon ~ Amazon UK ~ Kobo ~ B&N ~ Smashwords

Print:  Amazon

About the Author:

The first time D.M. Burton saw Star Wars IV: A New Hope, she was hooked on science fiction and space travel. The Star Trek movies made her want to travel to other planets. Alas, she is still Earth-bound. D.M. and her husband live in Michigan, close to their two children and five grandchildren.

Join D.M. Burton's readers’ group on Facebook.
For more info and excerpts, visit D.M.’s website: http://www.dmburton.com

She writes adult fiction as Diane Burton, where she combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides writing science fiction romance, she writes romantic suspense, and cozy mysteries.

For more info and excerpts from her books, visit Diane’s website: http://www.dianeburton.com

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Many chances to win.

What a lovely treasure, Diane! I love nativity scenes too of all kinds! Thanks for sharing.

Good luck and God's blessings with your new book and good luck to everyone who enters the contest!

Hope you enjoyed Diane's treasures, friends and that you'll drop by each week to see who's doing what on our blog.

Until next time, take care and God bless.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

#SaturdaySpotlight Gulf Coast Writers Conference!

Good Morning,

Today's spotlight is a little different. I'm teaching Self Editing Tips today at the Gulf Coast Writers Conference and would love to see you there....

Conference Location

The Apostolic Church
3333 Eastex Frwy,
Beaumont, TX

Conference Contact

Dianne Ellis

Cost is only $45 at the door
Registration begins at 8:30 and includes Lunch!

                 Speakers and Topics                     

Planting  Beginner Writers - Dr. Carol Weishampel

Weeding  through the Editing -  Pamela Thibodeaux

Sorting  your Publishing - Linda Hawkins  

Reaping your Marketing -  David Hearne

Sowing Telling  vs Showing - Merrilyn Williams

Blooming with Screen Writing -  Gordon Williams

Digging  your Characters - Dianne Ellis

Composting  -Submitting Your Work - Jessica Ferguson

Flowering - Poetry - Dorothy Clover

Hope to see you there!
Until next week, take care and God Bless.

PS: Find out more about the Gulf Coast Writers group HERE.

Saturday, April 6, 2019

#SaturdaySpotlight is on M. E. Bakos & Deadly Flip!

Good Morning!

A busy day today here in SW Louisiana with Bayou Writers Group meetings and Angel Girl's dance competition but as they say...the show (or in our case, spotlight) must go on!

I introduced M. E. Bakos back in Feb when she shared treasures with us and again in last month when she shared some thoughts so please welcome her back with a peek into her book, Deadly Flip.

Flipping houses can be deadly!

Katelyn takes on a home renovation in Hiptown, Minnesota, that “has history . . . a murder” at BFF Myra’s urging. What was she thinking? Besides the young woman being killed by the home’s prior owner, she learns the girl didn’t get the justice she deserved. Because of a double jeopardy ruling, the killer got away with murder! 

Katelyn finds a hidden diary, foils an intruder, and discovers more secrets while delays and expenses escalate as she renovates the house. Could the victim’s restless spirit be haunting the house, making it the rehab from hell? Can she find peace and justice for the dead woman? To get the renovation back on track, Katelyn, Myra, ex-hubby Eddy (it’s complicated), and handyman Wayne hold a séance and bring in paranormal investigators. Will this finally rid the house of bad karma?

To top it off, Eddy is acting just plain weird, and hunky Sheriff Don Williams is a puzzle. Nosy neighbor, Mrs. Gilman, and Boots, the rescue cat, add to the fun in the second Home Renovator Mystery.

Enjoy a short excerpt from DEADLY FLIP: 

What the heck!” I tugged at the edge of a board in the bottom of the window seat in the
second-floor bedroom of my home renovation project. This was my third project in my new
profession as a Home Rehab Specialist. I had bought the house at auction a couple of weeks
earlier and was in the midst of the remodel.

“What?” Myra Alexandria Payten asked, and poked her head out of the closet she’d been dusting. She wore a blue denim shirt with sleeves rolled at the cuffs and matching jeans and sported the kind of casual work shoes that cost a fortune. Her highlighted hair was freshly styled. She was humoring me with cleaning.

 The house was a couple of blocks from where Myra lived. She was a staunch supporter of my new occupation. It was with her encouragement, I’d decided to become a home flipper after I was canned. Myra had a passion for home improvement projects and renewing houses. She had her projects done. Me, not so much. She lived in one of the stately mansions facing the “couples” lake in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was one of three lakes in the Hiptown area. One lake was known as the “singles” lake, another known as the “family” lake.

She had been over-the-top thrilled when I told her about the house.

“It’s a wonderful house, Katelyn! A great opportunity,” she’d gushed.

“But, I do renovations in Crocus Heights.”

“This is a perfect opportunity to expand your horizon. Besides, it’s a great deal.”

“How do you know?”

“My brother told me the house was up for sale.”

“Really? The chief of police follows foreclosures at auction?”

“This one is special. It has a history.”


“There was an incident, a murder....” As her voice trailed off, she coughed and avoided my stare.
“Myra, I don’t need bad karma.”

“The actual murder took place in the garage. The body is gone. No body. No bad karma.” She sounded evasive and a little flip. My guard was up.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” I said, my eyes narrowed, considering Myra.

“I’d like you to renovate the house, Katelyn.” She studied me, her gaze steady, serious.

“Why don’t you renovate the house?” I countered. It wasn’t like Myra to push a project. It was weird, especially after my experience with a dead body in my first renovation. 

“I’m not the expert that you are in home renovation,” she said firmly.
What could I say?

My name is Katelyn Baxter. Most people call me Kate or Katie. I am a Home Rehabilitation Specialist, or a house flipper. It is my passion.

Wow, M. E., sounds like the makings of Hallmark Movies and Mysteries series! Good luck and God's blessings with your books.  

Deadly Flip and Fatal Flip can be purchased at Amazon and you can find out more about M. E by visiting her  website and friending her on Facebook, M. E. Bakos, Author or Email her at: mebakos@yahoo.com.

Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and will check back weekly for more great books and authors!

Until next time, take care and God bless.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

#ThursdayThoughts with David Arp

Good Morning!

Dave is not a stranger to our blog. He visited back in 2017 with VB Tenery and their book, Against the Odds, shared thoughts and the spotlight as Boo Riley about his book Me and Jake and shared treasures again last month, so please welcome him back once again! Take it away Dave....

Pamela, again, thanks for having me.

When I was a kid, my dad would walk out of the house and I would ask him where he was going. He’d say, “Crazy. Want to go?” I always did, but to him that was a figure of speech, or a way to be humorous. I never got to go crazy with him.

Before long I had my own family, and one day, when my oldest daughter was four of five, she asked me where I was going, and I said, “Crazy. You want to go?” 

“Yep,” she said.

We lived in Montana, in the mountains, so she tagged along as I went outside and cut firewood or changed the oil in my pickup or mended fence or whatever, I forget. When I finished, I headed inside, and she stopped me and said, “Dad, I thought we were going crazy.”

“Honey, that’s just an expression.”

“Dad, I want to go crazy,” she cried.

Well, you told her you were going somewhere, but you never left the house. To her, crazy is a place. She feels like you did when you were a kid. I loaded her inside my pickup and we drove around. So happened that I had a bag of Smarties. I love them. I gave her some. She stood on the seat next to me—yes, this was back when a kid could do that in the mountains, even ride in back—and ate her candy.

“Is this going crazy?” she asked.

“This is going crazy,” I said.

She nodded and smiled and held out her hand for another little roll of candies. We drove around aimlessly for 20 minutes or so and returned home. She told her mom that she went crazy.

We went crazy a lot in the coming years. Whether driving or walking or horseback riding or camping, and we always had Smarties to hold us over while we were gone. Sooner than I expected, this young lady was in high school in Switzerland. She graduated and joined the Marine Corps, married a Marine and had two little girls of her own. When they got out of the Corps, she and her husband bought a house nearby.

One thing she and I really looked forward to was hunting season. We go horseback. I took her the first year she was old enough, and we couldn’t wait to go again now that they lived closer.

Opening morning dawned cold and windy. Horses were fed and saddled. We checked our gear, placed our rifles into their scabbards and mounted. I had a packhorse in tow and led the way out of camp, into a large meadow. Wind makes the horses flighty. They were fresh, ready to go. My packhorse was being a knucklehead. We finally lined out and my daughter rode up next to me. I looked at her. She looked at me, grinned, and handed me a Smartie.

I love to go crazy.

How funny, David and what a precious memory. Thanks for sharing.

David Arp was born in Arizona, raised in Texas, and lives in Colorado with his wife of 32 years. He’s 61, but has only spent half of the past 40 years at home. The other half he traveled and worked the oilfields of the world, from the deserts of the Middle East to the vast oceans offshore. He has three children and six grandchildren. 

His new release, ORB is available from Pelican Book Group and Amazon.

Find out more by visiting his website and connecting with him on Facebook

Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll drop by regularly to see who's doing what on our blog!

Until next time, take care and God Bless.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

#TuesdayTreasures with Kathleen Neely

Good Morning!

Today's guest has shared treasures with us, been in our spotlight and shared thoughts with us twice so please welcome Kathleen Neely back once again with something she treasures....

Joy in the Journey

I was married in 1972, and raised three sons in the age before digital photography. That explains why I have photo albums with clear pages that contain years of photographs, sticky pages that loosen if you peel them back to rearrange the photos. Before digital photography, we took rolls of film to the pharmacy to have pictures sent away to be developed. No one-hour pick up. There was no option to peek and select the best of the roll. The result of that is multiple photos of the same pose, just to ensure that we’d get a good one. I never could bring myself to discard photos, so the extras ended up in a box, often with the negatives in an envelope, just in case.

Then came digital photography. The advent of photo books. No more sticky pages with pictures falling out. The first one that I created was my son and daughter-in-law’s wedding pictures. I knew that I wanted the same beautiful tribute to the years of raising my sons. The problem was, I had no digital photos. I had a disorganized mess of a dozen haphazard books and two boxes of jumbled pictures.

My sister and I set ourselves to the enormous task of creating three photo books, one for each of my sons. The book would highlight their lives from birth to adulthood. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. We spread photos over a long table and began sorting, selecting, scanning, and downloading. Then we set ourselves to the task of creating.

Another wonderful perk a photo book is the opportunity for creativity—adding quotes, embellishments, borders. I scanned and included newspaper birth announcements, scriptures, and some snippets of things they had written.

The joy of creating the books was topped by their pleasure when they opened them at Christmas. This little story contains so many things that I cherish. The years of memories when my boys were young, the time spent with my sister working and reminiscing, the fun creating, and the joy of giving. At the onset, the project felt overwhelming, but the journey became my treasure.

How precious, Kathleen! I've got a ton of photos that need to be in albums and a ton more on computer, phone and CD's that need to be printed and put in albums. I think we can all agree pictures are something to treasure. Thanks for sharing.

 Kathleen Neely is the author of The Street Singer, Beauty for Ashes (4-26-19), and The Least of These (5-30-19).  She is a former elementary teacher. Following her years in the classroom, she moved into administration, serving as an elementary principal. Kathleen is an alumnus of Slippery Rock University in Pennsylvania and Regent University in Virginia. She held certifications in Early Childhood, Elementary, and Principal. As a long-time member of the Association of Christian Schools International, she attended numerous leadership conferences. In addition to teaching children, Kathleen taught staff development workshops and led forums for teachers.

Among her writing accomplishments, Kathleen won second place in a short story contest through ACFW-VA for her short story “The Missing Piece” and an honorable mention for her story “The Dance”. Both were published in a Christmas anthology. Her novel, The Least of These, was awarded first place in the 2015 Fresh Voices contest through Almost an Author. She has numerous devotions published through Christian Devotions. She continues to speak to students about writing. Kathleen is a member of Association of Christian Fiction Writers.
She resides in Greenville, SC with her husband, two cats, and one dog. She enjoys time with family, visiting her two grandsons, traveling, and reading.

Website – www.KathleenNeely.com
Facebook – www.facebook.com/kathy.neely.98
Twitter - https://twitter.com/NeelyKneely3628

The Street Singer is available at:

Beauty for Ashes will be released on April 26th. Watch for the presale coming soon. 

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends and that you'll drop by often to see who's sharing what!

Until next time take care and God bless.