Another One Pending…

Friends,

I hope to have my new novel, Relics of Life, out by sometime in the summer. God willing!

Blurb:

The world is in turmoil from Russia to the United States.                                    

Monks Sergius and Herman from a monastery in Russia are sent to the United States to find a saint’s prophetic writings and a small piece of the Cross of Christ that went missing during Stalin’s reign but were then smuggled into America in 1978.                                    

Quiet introvert Stephanie Jenkins and her son and mother live in a town in Virginia, during a pinnacle era where the American Empire is in decline, proven by prolific mass shootings, a third world war raging, and the economy teetering on total collapse. Stephanie must face all the harrowing events falling down upon her and her family, and loss of connection with each other.                                    

The monks’ search takes them to Fairview, Virginia, Stephanie’s home town. Stephanie encounters the monks at her church in the midst of a world gone mad. She discovers why they’ve come and shares their interests. The relics may be their only hope in saving themselves and the broken world.                                    

Stay tuned!

Without You…

Thanks to all the people/readers out there that pre-ordered and bought print copies of my book, Painted with Good Intentions.

My pre-orders have gone up after each novel I’ve put out: Passage of Promise, What She Didn’t Know, and now Painted with Good Intentions.

I’m touched so very much and thrilled in the interest in my book and my past books.

This encourages me to keep writing!

I was going to quit writing at this point.

I have two stories that I was working on, but I’ve not had time to concentrate on either one.

I figured if I got anything out, it would be maybe in a year or possibly two, which isn’t bad.

Also, this gives readers who’ve wanted to catch up on the books I’ve put out, time to do so.

In any case, the interest and joy and satisfaction my readers get out of reading my stories is the whole reason I write.

Thanks for the encouragement to continue to do so!