Monday, November 7, 2011

Anita Estes - Letters to God on a Prodigal Son


Today, November 8th is the big launch day for Letters to God on a Prodigal Son—Overcoming Addiction Through Prayer by Anita Estes. Addiction is prevalent in our society today and the prayer of faith has the power to destroy the plans of the enemy.

Know someone struggling with an addiction? Tired of not knowing how to handle your troubled teen or prodigal? Overwhelmed by fear of what addiction is doing to your family? Fed up with the lies addiction is feeding your family? Time to claim back what addiction has stolen? Ready to experience God’s grace and victory for you and your prodigal?

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This practical book, Letters to God on a Prodigal Son, will lift your faith and encourage you in your fight for your child’s life. Throughout the entries, faith-filled prayers are included that are based on the scriptures to assist you in your battle. Understanding the spiritual realm, this mother shares how prayer and worship are some of your most powerful weapons to be waged in this war. CB Review


Friday, November 4, 2011

Inspirational Mystery - Murder in Hum Harbour


Oh what a fun little mystery this is! I just couldn't resist sharing!

Blurb:
There's a Sleuth on the loose... Part-time medical receptionist, part-time jewelry crafter, Gailynn MacDonald thinks she knows everything about everyone in Hum Harbour, Nova Scotia. That's the way she likes it. But when her former employer Doc Campbell turns up dead aboard his beached yacht, and her sister-in-law becomes the prime suspect, quirky, over-excitable Gailynn vows to unmask the killer. With Geoff Grant, Doc's handsome replacement, by her side Gailynn uncovers secrets and confronts childhood fears. And in the process she discovers that catching a killer is a lot like crafting her seaglass jewelry... it's all in the details.


Excerpt:

I learned something new about myself the day I found Doc Campbell. Dead bodies freak me out.

A cold fog shrouded the world that morning and after the weekend storm, the silent waves nuzzling the shore seemed insanely gentle. I kept my head down, studying the wet gravel as I walked. Anywhere, at any moment, a brilliant sliver of sea glass might catch my eye. Sea glass is a treasure to be gathered, hoarded and sparingly used in the jewelry I create. I spotted a slice of violet and crouched low, unable to believe my good fortune. Violet sea glass is among the rarest of jewels.

Beyond Hum Harbour's breakwater a foghorn sounded, its eerie echo raising the fine hairs on the back of my neck. A breeze whispered among the invisible evergreens on the hillside above me, and I looked up in time to see the fog shift ever so slightly.

I'd reached the end of the beach where ancient granite rocks guard the harbor mouth. They rise like a giant whale's back above the low tidal waters. Impaled on their slick black surface I saw the ghostly silhouette of a large boat. Stuffing the bit of violet glass into my gathering bag, I crept closer.

"Hello? Anybody there?"

The whole spooky scene seemed more fitting of a movie than my daily stroll along the beach, and my heart beat faster. Nothing seems alive on a foggy day. I usually find the sensation comforting, even cozy. But this morning it unnerved me.

"If you're there, please say something. I'm coming up to see if I can help." It might sound crazy warning a derelict cabin cruiser I was approaching but I didn't want any nasty surprises.

And surprised I was, because when I got close enough and read the name painted on the boat's hull, I knew whose boat this was.

"Doc? Are you in there?"

Doc Campbell is, or was, Hum Harbour's only doctor for the past thirty-some years. He'd just retired. In fact, his bon voyage party was Friday night, and he'd set off for the Caribbean at the crack of dawn the next morning. So what was his boat, the Medical Convention, doing here, on the rocks, on Monday?

Slipping, sliding, I scrambled up the rocks until I was above her and could see into the boat.

"Doc? Can you hear me?"

I tried to make sense of what lay before me. Wedged firmly on the rock, the Medical Convention listed badly to port. Several inches of water pooled in her lowest point, otherwise the deck looked neat as a pin. Crates were safely battened down, the tiny lifeboat securely fastened along the stern. The only sign of trouble, apart from the boat's obvious position on dry land, was the oddly-shaped lump propping the cruiser's cabin door open.

I leaned closer, then recoiled in shock. Doc Campbell lay face down in the pooled water, his pewter hair plastered against his skull, his broad shoulders motionless.

Heart in my throat, I ran.



4 1/2 star Review:

Murder in Hum Harbor is a sweet little mystery with a wonderful quirky leading lady, Gailyn MacDonald. With a whole host of potential suspects, she convincingly jumps from one assumption to another leading her down a very rocky path, ruffling a lot of feathers. Even with her brother Andrew, a local police officer, telling her to let them figure things out, she still manages to do her own investigation in her meandering abstract way. She certainly keeps me confused right till the end, not knowing whodunit!

Very well done! I enjoyed this fun little mystery tremendously!