Tonight on the Write Stuff — Jaguar with Pamela Poole

Caroline and Chad Gregory are happy on their island home at Painter Place. But suddenly, an old vendetta against them puts Caroline in terrible danger. Her enemies are closing in, and the future of Painter Place is at stake. Her only hope of escape is a man known as the Jaguar, a legendary international operative and Caroline’s old flame. Even if he and a miracle can save her, Caroline will never be the same sheltered woman who has been groomed from childhood to inherit the island.

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“Inspiring Southern Ambiance”

Pamela Poole is an artist and author currently living in Raleigh, NC with her husband Mark. Her novels in the Painter Place Saga take place on a fictional island along the coastline of South Carolina, between Myrtle Beach and Charleston. Her short stories “King’s Ransom” and “Windsong of the Marsh” are two of the popular legends surrounding Painter Place and are included in the story series.

As an artist, Pamela creates the paintings for her book cover designs. She was inspired to write Painter Place when her son encouraged her to write the kind of book she wanted to read but couldn’t find. Book 2 in the saga, Hugo, follows the characters at Painter Place almost five years later as they endure the historic monster hurricane of that name in 1989. Jaguar, Book 3, will be released in early March 2017 with Southern Sky Publishing. She is currently writing Landmark, Book 4.

Her love of living in the South is lavished into her subject matter, inspiring her to categorize her work as “Southern Ambiance.” She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and ACFW-NC. You can “Meet the Author” on her Youtube channel and enjoy her FREE painting demos there as well. Her blog can be found on her website at, and FREE coloring pages can be downloaded in the “Books” section. To enjoy the latest content, sign up for her newsletters and follow Pamela Poole Fine Art and Southern Sky Publishing on facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Shattered Vows by Natasha D. Frazier **EXCERPT**

Write Now Literary is pleased to announce Shattered Vows by Natasha D. Frazier Virtual book tour.  February 1-28, 2017.

Genre: Christian Fiction

ISBN-10: 0988452197

ISBN-13: 978-0988452190


Book Release Date: January 31, 2017

Rico gambled with his marriage when he cheated on Chloe. Breaking his vows and risking everything for temporary pleasure, he lost his wife’s respect and trust.

Rico returns to God, searching for a quick fix to win Chloe’s heart back, but his heart is the one that is changed. He is a self-proclaimed changed man, willing to go the extra mile to restore his marriage, but he just may be too late.

Has Chloe given up on him? She has forgiven him before, but this is different. “I’m sorry” isn’t enough when vows have been shattered. With the law and the Word of the Lord on her side, she finally gathers enough courage to walk away.

But then tragedy strikes. Is it enough to make Chloe stay, or will she start a new chapter in her life?

Since graduating from Jackson State University with a Bachelors of Business Administration degree in Accounting, Natasha earned a Masters of Science degree in Accounting from Texas A&M University. Aside from being an author, Natasha is also a Certified Public Accountant (CPA). Natasha has authored three devotional books. Her first book is The Life Your Spirit Craves (released November 2012), a 30-Day devotional and journal that encourages readers to seek, accept and pursue their God-given assignment. The Life Your Spirit Craves won the Readers’ Choice Award at the Christian Literary Awards November 2013. Her second book, Not Without You: 365 Days in the Lord’s Presence (released March 2014) encourages readers to make devotion a part of their everyday life by seeking God every day. Not Without You has been nominated for the Henri Award. The Henri Award recognizes excellence in Christian literature. The Life Your Spirit Craves for Mommie s is a 52 week devotional for mothers that encourages them to see God at work in their lives through their role as a mother. Natasha has also began a fiction series that focuses on real and relevant issues in today’s society, such as sex, adultery, blended families and more! Her debut series contains three titles – Love, Lies & Consequences, Through Thick & Thin, and Shattered Vows (January 2017 release).

With a love for God’s people, especially women and children, Natasha channels her passion through writing and participating in SASSy, an organization whose focus is to inspire and encourage women to take second steps and become the person God has called them to be. Each month, women participating in SASSy select a different cause and give our time and resources by volunteering in the community. We have volunteered at women’s shelters, Kids’ Meals, Inc. and have performed random acts of kindness throughout the Houston, TX area.

Natasha resides in Missouri City, TX with her husband, Eddie Frazier, Jr. and their three children, Eden, Ethan, and Emilyn. Her greatest joy and commitment is to her family who she hopes to inspire above all else. One of her many mottos in life is: Faith removes limitations.


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Rico let out a low whistle as Chloe descended the stairs with her matching camel-colored clutch under her arm. She was beautiful and he made sure she knew it.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you on my arm tonight. You look beautiful, sweetie,” Rico complimented as he took her hand when she descended to the last three steps. When she made it to the bottom, he lifted her hand and brushed her wedding band with his fingers before planting a kiss on her hand.

“Thank you.” Chloe blushed a little and returned the compliment. “You look nice, too.” She noticed that he was wearing her favorite cologne as well, but didn’t make mention of it. Rico placed her hand around his arm and escorted her to the car. Their drive to the Improv was filled with chatter from Rico about what they did on previous anniversaries. She didn’t add much to the conversation, only nodded and smiled mostly. She had to admit that those times were nice, but this one was much different. In her mind was the insurmountable obstacle in front of them.

Rico had purchased their tickets online so they walked straight past the ticket booth to the entrance, where they were greeted by a hostess and shown to their VIP table near the stage. Noting the dim lighting, soft R&B music and the newly renovated facility, Chloe remembered their first date at the Improv, where they saw the comedian Arnez J in standup. They laughed until their stomachs and throats were in pain. She was hoping she would get another whiff of that tonight, although she didn’t know who the comedian was going to be. She just knew that she could use a laugh right about now. And not just any laugh, but a magic laugh that would take away all of the pain that she was feeling and trying so hard to push aside. The type of laughter that would somehow wipe the slate clean for the two of them. She was sure there was no such thing, but she was ready for the magic she hoped the night would bring for her.

She ordered a Caesar salad and he ordered buffalo wings to enjoy before the show started. On cue, the show began when the waitress came to take away their empty plates. They were tickled a little by the warm-up acts but nothing like what she was waiting for. However, she was feeling more relaxed and her body didn’t stiffen as it did earlier when Rico pulled her chair closer to his and put his arm around her.

There were still a few residual laughs from the crowd as the host appeared onstage to announce the headliner for the night—Will the Thrill. Chloe didn’t recognize the comedian’s stage name, so she knew she hadn’t heard any of his jokes before. New material. Great.

Will the Thrill jumped straight into his routine after the round of applause subsided. His first joke was about dating and how he wasn’t ready to commit to his girlfriend by getting married.

“C’mon now men. Y’all know how much extra work it is to hide the side woman when you get married. Gotta put all these codes in your phone, use aliases and lie, lie, lie. Even when you get caught, stick to the lie. Ain’t that right my man?” he joked as he gestured toward Rico.

Her anticipation waned at those jokes. In fact, they weren’t funny at all. Bad choice in her mind. What began to tick her off was that Rico was doubled over in laughter . . . clearly, something he shouldn’t have been laughing at given the situation they were in.

“What in the hell is so funny, Rico?” she sneered, leaning to the side to look up at him wiping tears from his eyes.

“What?” Rico asked, clearly confused.

“So cheating is funny?”

“Sweetie, these are just jokes. C’mon now.”

“I’m glad you think ruining our marriage and our lives is funny. I’m getting out of here!” Chloe scooted away from the table, snatched her purse and walked away with Rico following close behind.

“Looks like someone got caught doing what I just said not to do!” the comedian joked to their retreating backs as they exited the room, causing an uproar in the crowd.

Rico grabbed her hand and she spun around. She yanked her hand back and folded her arms across her chest. The look she gave would have killed him if looks could kill. Infidelity was a sore spot with her and definitely not a laughing matter. Rico couldn’t understand why she took it so seriously. Everyone in the room, except her, knew that those were only jokes. There was no reason to get upset over nothing. But to Chloe it wasn’t nothing; it was the reason her life was turned upside down.

Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Beyond the Face of the Movies by Deborah Lassiter

Please join author D. C. Lassiter as she tours the blogosphere with Write Now Literary and her new release Beyond The Face Of The Movies, from Sept 1-30, 2016.

Publication Date: July 7, 2016

Paperback & E-Book: 200 pages

Publisher: Pneuma Springs Publishing

ISBN-10: 1782284168

ISBN-13: 978-1782284161

Genre: Non-Fiction, Christian Living

About the Author

D.C. Lassiter resides in the Pennsylvania area and is a student of God’s word. After being called from a life of modeling and singing, she is now heading to Lancaster Bible College to complete her Bachelor’s degree in Theology & Biblical Studies with a minor in Communications. D.C. Lassiter is single and worships at Blue Route Vineyard Community Church. 

She also writes on her blog as well as various online Christian magazines and counsels women struggling with separation or divorce. You can also find her engaging with her listeners, on the radio, every Sunday as she hosts Dovetales from 2:30-3:30 pm eastern time. Through guests willing to share what the Holy Spirit has done in and for their lives, D.C. Lassiter has an opportunity to encourage many towards a personal relationship with the Godhead which is for everyone: all nationalities, all races, all ages and all backgrounds.
About The Book

Have you ever wondered why after watching a movie you are left with a residue of emotions? Perhaps after the credits have rolled off of your screen, you’ve experienced a sense of peace, empowerment, exhilaration, fear or maybe a better understanding of how to deal with a personal issue you’ve struggled with.

Whether we are a believer in God or not, everyone will come to a place where the choices they’ve made will lead them to asking themselves, “How did I get here?” And as we run from co-workers and then to friends and family pleading for an answer as to how it all went so wrong, we will still have to choose, in the end, which path we’ll take. Don’t be fooled, because once you decide it is you and only you who will ultimately have to live those choices out.

Beyond the Face of the Movies will show you at heart just how similar we all are and whether you see your life resembling a Hollywood movie or a real life biblical character you will discover, underneath all the glitz and the glam, that people are still the same when it comes to making mistakes.

Many times God challenges us to go deeper than the surface of the movie, in hope that we will discover principles that can be gleaned from beneath the excitement and buzz of the film.

By juxtaposing Hollywood movies and biblical characters, the author connects the dots for the reader so that they are guided through fundamental biblical truths in order to better understand and navigate through their own life challenges on a daily basis.

What does Bruce Almighty have in common with the biblical Samson? What is Prophet Jonah doing in the Wizard of Oz instead of going down to Nineveh? Find out in this fun and feisty easy-to-read book, and while you are at it – take the time to look beyond the surface of the movie and you will sense God speaking to you in encouraging, practical and at times convicting ways.


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Write Stuff Author Spotlight — One Sunday at a Time by E. N. Joy

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Book Title: One Sunday at a Time
Genre: Fiction
ISBN-10: 1622867173
ISBN-13: 978-1622867172

Book Release Date: March 2016

Author: E. N. Joy


About The Author

Joylynn M. Ross now writing as

BLESSEDselling Author E.N. Joy (Everybody Needs Joy)

BLESSEDselling Author E. N. Joy is the author behind the “New Day Divas,” “Still Divas,” “Always Divas” and “Forever Divas” series, all which have been coined “Soap Operas in Print.” She is an Essence Magazine Bestselling Author who wrote secular books under the names Joylynn M. Jossel and JOY. Her title, If I Ruled the World, earned her a book blurb from Grammy Award Winning Artist, Erykah Badu. An All Night Man, an anthology she penned with New York Times Bestselling Author Brenda Jackson, earned the Borders bestselling African American romance award. Her Urban Fiction title, Dollar Bill (Triple Crown Publications), appeared in Newsweek and has been translated to Japanese.

After thirteen years of being a paralegal in the insurance industry, E. N. Joy divorced her career and married her mistress and her passion; writing. In 2000, she formed her own publishing company where she published her books until landing a book deal with St. Martin’s Press. This award winning author has been sharing her literary expertise on conference panels in her home town of Columbus, Ohio as well as cities across the country. She also conducts publishing/writing workshops for aspiring writers.

Her children’s book titled The Secret Olivia Told Me, written under the name N. Joy, received a Coretta Scott King Honor from the American Library Association. The book was also acquired by Scholastic Books and has sold almost 100,000 copies. Elementary and middle school children have fallen in love with reading and creative writing as a result of the readings and workshops E. N. Joy instructs in schools nationwide.

In addition, she is the artistic developer for a young girl group named DJHK Gurls. She pens original songs, drama skits and monologues for the group that deal with messages that affect today’s youth, such as bullying.

After being the first content development editor for Triple Crown Publications and ten years as the acquisitions editor for Carl Weber’s Urban Christian imprint, E. N. Joy now does freelance editing, ghostwriting, write-behinds and literary consulting. Her clients have included New York Times Bestselling authors, entertainers, aspiring authors, as well as first-time authors. Some notable literary consulting clients include actor Christian Keyes, singer Olivia Longott and Reality Television star Shereé M. Whitfield.

You can visit BLESSEDselling Author E. N. Joy at or email her at

About The Book


What does crazy look like? Let Deborah tell it, it’s the reflection that looks back at her in the mirror. She has a career she loves, two beautiful children and a handsome and successful husband. Her life seems to be the blueprint almost every woman she knows would kill to live. But working full-time, being a full-time mother, full-time wife and a full-time Sunday only Christian seems to be taking its toll on her. With all the scheming and shenanigans Deborah orchestrated to get this lifestyle, she might have to come up with a whole set of new ones to maintain it.

Lynox is Deborah’s husband who she thanks God for putting back into her life after a game of cat and mouse that defies the laws of romance. He feels that all Deborah needs is to let her hair down, maybe make some new friends and live a little. When Deborah agrees and then suspects Lynox of having an affair with the woman that he suggested she form a friendship with, will he live to regret his own advice?

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3rd Year Celebration of the Write Stuff — TONIGHT!

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Can you believe that it’s been three years already? We’ve been together for some time and I’m glad to use this opportunity to celebrate with me. Thank God for everything He’s done in blessing this show to reach out to readers and authors worldwide and give you great books, great authors, and reads.

Call in to celebrate with me and Rachel Rossano, the very first guest on this show as we look forward and look back. You can call in at 646-668-8485, press 1 to be live on air. Or, you can download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here. It’s time to celebrate!


It’s really a shock to me that I would write Christian fiction. Really it is.  I didn’t know Christian fiction existed until about 2000 or so when I happened across a store called Family Christian Stores. I went in there and saw all of these lovely books and was hooked.

My earliest memories are of books and writing. I always knew this is what I would do. I just never thought I’d be a Christian writer or a writer who is Christian.  I grew up reading Stephen King and then when I was fourteen, I discovered my first Harlequin book under my cousin’s bed that summer and got hooked onto romance. So my first loves are horror and romance. Go figure.

When I began to take my writing seriously, I had been let go at my job back in 2010.  Now I had time on my hands. I saw the computer with my manuscript I’d let linger for ten years from the time I was 18 years old and I decided to get in published no matter what. My first book, Dark Cherub, can be classified as Christian horror. (Thanks Stevie!)  It changed everything for me. I mean, everything. I worked on my first romance series, called Sins of the Flesh and that also changed things for me. I started to do podcasting, and now I am the owner of the new PJC Media, an online broadcasting company.  Yet the love of the written word is still in my veins.

I host Christian authors worldwide on my shows.  Been doing it for three years. Over the years, I’ve become something of  diplomat. The body of Christ is already so divided by denominations and the like. I don’t want to add to that unnecessarily. I don’t mind standing up for core biblical truths but when it comes to secondary, non-essentials, I don’t get too worked up over it.

I love helping Christian authors get the word out about their works. If you want to be showcased on my show, simply email me at writestuffradio at gmail dot com. I’d be glad to have you.


Parker J Cole Interviewed on Real Solutions with Anna M. Aquino

I enjoyed this short, fifteen minute interview with Anna Aquino. For one thing, Anna’s just fun to be around with. She’s a powerful speaker and a wonderful writer.  WWe had great time chit chatting about writing, Christians, my books, and the everything in between. Hope you enjoy!



Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Liberation Song by Raelee May Carpenter — EXCERPT


When we first meet Aili MacIntyre, she’s doing what she’s been doing all her life: running in fear. She flees through a foreign jungle with two young girls and tries to save them from the forced prostitution ring that has been holding them in a virtual hell-on-earth. But tragedy meets them under the trees, and only one child escapes.

Three years later, Alexandra Adelaide has acquired a new identity in a radically different scene: the metropolitan jungle of Greater Los Angeles. She, though saved by Grace, has invented what she believes is the appropriate way to suffer for her own sins. Alex is raising the child who was orphaned by her insecurities. And she never, for a second, lets herself forget the pain caused by her mistakes.

Then the real tragedy strikes . . .

. . . she falls in love.

Matthew Gold is everything she needs and a lot more than she could’ve imagined. Bright, attractive, generous, and with his own vested interest in Grace, Matt works hard to earn Alex’s trust and a place in her life. He even loves and seeks to protect her daughter, who is the key to breaking open the biggest human trafficking case in recent history.

But Alex has lived in fear since she took her first breath. So how does she let Love start a new day? How does she choose courage even as very real dangers draw closer to her barred doors?



They tripped their way through the jungle as fast as they could. Aili ran half backwards, trying to shield the bundle in her arms from the branches and underbrush. It was the middle of the night, but the stagnant air suffocated them in an ever-thickening coat of sweat so oppressive Aili would rather have fled for their lives through a blinding downpour of rain. Katya staggered, and Aili’s ears pounded with panic and guilt. Why hadn’t she shielded this teenage girl? Why hadn’t she protected her in the first place? This was all Aili’s fault; she’d been the one to blow the plan.

Katya had taken a hit somewhere in the abdomen. That was all Aili knew; it was dark. She wanted to try to do something for this poor child, but she wasn’t sure they could afford to stop. The men who hunted them could be right behind them, and it would be much safer if they kept moving. That couldn’t be helped. The only helpful thing Aili could do was reach out a single hand to steady Katya when she started to fall. So they pressed on.

Then, suddenly, it didn’t matter whether or not they could afford to stop because Katya collapsed facedown in the rotten underbrush. Aili choked back a shout and carefully laid her still burden underneath a tree near the injured fifteen-year-old.

What could Aili do? She glanced from the young girl to the little, ragwrapped parcel. She couldn’t carry them both. She knelt down at Katya’s shoulder.

“Katya,” she whispered to the girl, “it’s not much farther. Really. You can make it.”

Katya didn’t even lift her head. “Go, Alice,” she said in her heavily

accented English. She still didn’t know Aili’s real name. “You must.”

Aili shook her head as two tears she couldn’t hold back mingled with

the sweat on her face. “I won’t leave you, Katya. We need you, remember?”

“Anya will be enough.”

“No, no, no,” Aili muttered. “I’ll help you, and we’ll move on together.”

Aili turned Katya onto her back. Even though the poor girl hadn’t the energy left to scream, Aili could tell by her grimace that her pain was torturous. Aili fished her penlight from one of the pockets of her designer khaki safari shorts and risked flipping the switch, hoping the brightness wouldn’t hand them to their pursuers.

Under the small beam, she could see that the belly of Katya’s shirt and the front of her shorts were soaked with blood. Aili lifted the shirt and fought the urge to scream out an overwhelming mix of guilt, anger, and sorrow.

That is a bad case of lead poisoning.

Aili knew a critical gunshot wound when she saw one. If she hadn’t believed in miracles before, she believed now. Because it was a miracle Katya had made it this far. It was a miracle she was still alive at all.

“Oh, sweetie,” Aili murmured. “Oh, poor baby.” She glanced at the bundle and thought she saw it stir, which alarmed her even more. They couldn’t have the noise giving away their location; they didn’t have much time. When she looked back at Katya, there was a small smile on the young girl’s face. She was at peace. She was dying. “I thank you, Alice.”

Aili leaned her face down to the young girl’s ear. “Katya, no,” she whispered. “Stay with me.”

Katya shook her head slightly. The smile didn’t leave her face. “Take what you need from me. I am safe now. Take care of Anya.” Her voice rode like a feather on her last breath.

“I will,” Aili promised. “I swear to you I will keep her safe, no matter what.”

The young girl was already gone.

Aili wanted to scream again but knew she couldn’t, so she put her own right hand in her mouth and bit down as hard as she could. Then she took a breath. She closed Katya’s lovely blue eyes, covered the gaping wound as best she could with the bloody shirt, and smoothed the thick, tangled, auburn curls.

She took Koli’s prized hunting knife out of her back pocket. He had thrown the knife to her just before she ran (and minutes before he died). She gritted her teeth, looked away, and used it to cut off Katya’s right thumb. She wrapped the severed digit in the designer scarf that kept back her hair.

When she finally stood, her knees were jello. She wasn’t used to losing her objectivity like this. This whole thing, this one girl, had affected her more than anything else she’d ever seen. Maybe she wasn’t even cut out for the field. Part of her wanted to sit and wait for certain death. Before he sent her and the girls out with Koli, Ivanovich had taken the expensive watch Aili had been wearing. She had only the vaguest idea how much time had passed while they stumbled through the jungle; she might have missed her last extraction point already. It was close even before he stole her watch.

She shook her head to clear it. She had to move. She had to keep her promise to Katya. Or at least try. She picked up her burden again and took off once more through the jungle.

It seemed to take forever to get to the man-made clearing, but when she broke through the trees, she heard Benedict Beck’s voice holler into the silence, “Start ’er up.”

“MacIntire! Here!” he shouted then. His footsteps rushed toward her in the dark but were almost immediately drowned out by the whoosh and chop of the heavy rotor blades. Aili was so tired.  Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. Suddenly blind and deaf, she had nothing left.

With one arm, Beck took the bundle she carried, and wrapped the other around her shoulders as they ran toward the chopper.

A man with body armor, infrared goggles, and an assault rifle gave her a hand into the vehicle, and Benedict clambered in after her. She collapsed into a seat and fumbled with the buckle while the man with the rifle started to take shots at the edge of the clearing. Muzzle flash sparked from the jungle’s edge too, but Aili could hear almost nothing over the sound of the chopper and her own heart’s pulse pounding in her ears.

Strange hands shoved clunky military headphones down on her ears while Beck bounced her parcel a few times then shoved it, without ceremony or preamble, back into her arms. She traded it for her scarf with Katya’s severed thumb and told him through the headset that he needed to get it on ice ASAP.

Ivanovich had drugged Anya, hoping that would make it easier for Koli to execute her. Still Koli hadn’t been able to follow Ivanovich’s heartless orders and had paid for that “weakness” with his life. The drugs, with the gift of Anya’s silence they offered, probably kept Aili and the girls safe on their frenzied flight through the jungle, and just as it was over, they wore off.

Aili couldn’t hear the baby’s screams but her lovely face was twisted in terror and rage, and her perfect pink mouth was open wide, showing off her five tiny teeth.

As the helicopter demonstrated its vertical takeoff abilities for Ivanovich’s men on the ground, Aili held Anya close and covered her head, but still the toddler cried. There wasn’t much Aili could do about that; it couldn’t be helped. Eventually, Anya would wear herself out and sleep

again. Then, later, she would wake, and when her mother didn’t come, it would probably start all over. Aili couldn’t do anything about that either. It couldn’t be helped. Katya was as dead as Koli, who had tried to spare her life.

Heck, Alice Carroll had died, as well, the second the chopper had lifted out of the Shangku jungle. And soon Aili MacIntire and baby Anya would be “dead” too, one way or the other.

So Aili did the only logical thing she could do: took one breath and, along with the baby, she wept.

Write Stuff Book Spotlight — Birds of Passage Edgy Christian Fiction #Charity Anthology — EXCERPT

The Birds of Passage anthology is a collection of short stories writing by nineteen different authors, including myself. It was a fun project as all of us wrote edgy Christian fiction in one form or another.


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When people hear the term edgy Christian fiction, a lot of Christian readers who prefer mainstream CBA (Christian Booksellers Association) guideline works  automatically think Christian writers just want to have more sex in the story. But at Edgy Christian fiction, a ranking system has been developed to classify the level of edginess.  And honestly, it’s not just about sex.

Ranking Scale of Edgy Christian Fiction

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Non – Edgy Christian Fiction

No offensive language / conforms to biblical principles and supports a Christian worldview as a follower of Jesus Christ.

Light – Edgy Christian Fiction

May contain uncomfortable situations / no F-bombs or implied sex / may contain light violence / conforms to biblical principles and supports a Christian worldview as a follower of Jesus Christ.

Medium – Edgy Christian Fiction

May contain stronger language, perhaps an occasional F-bomb / may contain implied sex / may contain stronger violence / conforms to biblical principles and supports a Christian worldview as a follower of Jesus Christ.

Heavy – Edgy Christian Fiction

Contains F-bombs and/or sexual situations – may be graphic / may contain heavy violence and possible gore / conforms to biblical principles and supports a Christian worldview as a follower of Jesus Christ.  (scale provided by Edgy Christian Fiction website)





In the Birds of Passage anthology there a collection of stories of all varying degrees of edgy Christian fiction.

In the story, “Gumdrop  Valley”  our hearts are torn in two by a young child who was stolen from her parents and forced into the sex trade in Peru.  Child sex slavery is rampant, both domestic and international. The author this story wrote based off real-life experiences her organization has handled in their efforts to save the children.

Little Black Dress”  details the story of a woman who meets a guy at a bar. There’ s love in the air when she’s catapulted into the arms of a handsome man who pays attention to her. She’s wearing the little black dress her mother gave her before she died.  The little back dress becomes symbolic throughout this story and leaves the reader and impression of lost hope and redemption.

My contribution, entitled “April and Mr. Grim” follows the story of a girl and her blind fiance as they head to his parents’ house to celebrate their engagement.  But one look at her, and Mr. Grim, her fiance’s father, knows everything about the past she fought so hard to keep at bay.  In his eyes, a woman like her isn’t fit for his son

There’s more stories interwoven throughout the book. Check out these fantastic works in the anthology such as “Ordination Day”, “Hell of an Opportunity”, and “Until He was Gone“. You’ll enjoy these stories as much as I did.
Throughout the book, there are lovely psalms written by Fr. Steve Kluge O. F. M. and his reflection on the need for edgy Christian fiction. I truly enjoyed this interdenominational collaboration.

Oh, and ALL PROCEEDS go to the charity.  Not a cent goes to the authors. Keep reading!



passagehomelogoThe charity this benefits is Passage Home — Passage Home exists to break the cycle of poverty for the communities we serve in Wake County by connecting families and neighborhoods to resources and opportunities.

Read success stories this organization has helped such as Ashante Watson, Lisa John, and Bill Winstead.

The best part about providing for this anthology was the fact that in my own way, as a writer, I can provide a great story for a good cause and do my part to help this wonderful charity.  Enjoy this excerpt from my contribution and consider buying a copy. You’ll be glad you did!

Excerpt from April and Mr.  Grim

“Here goes,” April whispered, as she waited for Obadiah to come out the car. The familiar feel of his arm soothed her rapid pulse, and she inhaled a deep breath.

“It’ll be okay. They’re going to love you.”

April knew that, but there was always the chance they wouldn’t like her on sight. She was marrying their only son. She led the way up the sidewalk to the square front of the home. The white awning hung over a row of viburnum shrubs on either side. Their scent surrounded them like a blessing, and the petals reflected the light of the moon.

“Everything’s going to be okay, isn’t it Obie?” April sighed with satisfaction as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Those flowers did it, right?”

“And you thought you needed to see in order to read me.”

He patted her hand. Before Obadiah could do little more than knock, the door was swung open from the inside.

“Obadiah!” a soft female voice exclaimed.

Eomeoni!” he greeted back, calling her by the Korean word. He was ripped from April’s grasp as the short woman with surprising strength tugged him down into her arms. They spoke in Korean for a few moments. April smiled at the mother and son interaction.

“And this is my woman, April Hollister,” Obadiah introduced her as his mother wiped at her eyes and opened the door further to let them in.

“Hello, Mrs. Grim,” April responded formally, being sure to give a low bow in the tradition of Korean people.

“Oh!” Mrs. Grim let out the sound, a pleased expression lifting the smooth, ageless features of her face. Another flurry of Korean dialogue passed between the mother and son but from the way she looked, they were words of delight. Score one!

Obadiah held out his hand and April gripped it eagerly again. His mother saw the interplay, and a sly glance appeared in her dark eyes.

“Where’s abeoji?”

“He’s coming,” Mrs. Grim answered in perfect English. “You know how your father always gets when he meets new people.” She turned to April. “Obadiah and he have sensitive stomachs, so whenever they both get nervous they go to bathroom. Sometimes they’re in there for twenty minutes or more.”

April gulped back a laugh and Obadiah groaned. “Who needs enemies with family like this? I’m so glad I can’t see right now.”

Mrs. Grim looked at her son with pride. “You will see again. God will heal. I’ve no doubt of that.”

The stairs creaked, and April glanced up to see Obadiah’s father make his way to them. He was a tall man, with hazelnut skin and heavy black brows. A ready smile curved his lips, but it froze as he fixed his eyes on her. April swallowed hard and unconsciously clutched Obadiah. She saw Mr. Grim’s eyes darken from her position.

Without preamble, Mr. Grim said, “Is this some kind of joke?”


Tonight on the Write Stuff — Somewhere I Belong with Ruth Oneil

Years ago, there was a movie called D.A.R. Y. L. about a robot who resembled a ten year old boy built by the government. I watched the movie as a kid and I always loved the song that played at the end. It was called Somewhere I Belong by Teddy Pendergrass. The song depicts what the majority of the movie is about…where can an artificial boy can belong in the human world.

Belonging. It’s something we all long for. Loneliness is not usually a choice a person choose to be. Most often, a set of circumstances may happen to where loneliness becomes the only option for some individuals.  Loneliness isn’t the same as having alone or ‘me’ time. That often gives us a chance to be communion with the Lord, bask in his presence, calm down life and recharge. But loneliness was never part of God’s plan.

Join me as I chat with Ruth ONeil, author of Belonging. You can call in at 646-668-8485, press to be live on air. Or, click on the link here: Tune in!



AmazonShelly never saw the need for companionship outside of her father and Professor Yates. Now her father is gone and Professor Yates is pushing her to step out her front door, out of her comfort zone. Then there’s Jay. His comfort zone includes the entire universe and he is bound and determined to drag Shelly along with him.
In honor of her father’s memory, Shelly picks up one of their old pastimes, genealogy. She figures it would be nice to know where she came from. It would be nice to belong. What would it feel like to belong?

Everyone seems to have a place in the world where they belong. Except Shelly.


ruthoRuth O’Neil has been writing for over 20 years. She has published hundreds of articles in numerous publications. She loves to touch the emotions when she writes. “If I can make one person laugh or cry, I’ll consider myself successful.” Her first novel “Come Eat at My Table” has just come out in ebook form and can be purchased on her website. She homeschools her three children (well, one now, as two have graduated). She and her husband have been married for 20-plus years. In her spare time she enjoys quilting, crafting, and reading. You can visit her on her blog at ruths-real-life (dot) or her website at ruthoneil (dot)


Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Adverse Possession by Jess Hanna


Adverse Possession Initial Cover 2015


The Forresters have found their dream home… So has something else.

After years of moving from place to place, Andy and Tess are ready to settle down. But from the day they moved into the sprawling Victorian house, something just wasn’t right.

The power cuts out twice a day on a fixed schedule. Windows unlock and open on their own. Strange scratching sounds come from behind the walls.

As the bizarre occurrences continue to increase in frequency and strength, the true source of the extraordinary activity is revealed.

What started as an enchanting curiosity has become a danger to them all, and the Forresters are in a race against time to save their family from an enemy unlike anything they have ever known.


Andy escorted the brothers up the stairs to the attic. He pulled the chain and heard the familiar scratching right away. A prickle crawled up his spine, and it grew louder as he slid the ladder down to the landing.

“I want to go up alone, Mr. Forrester,” Dan said with a slight tremble of excitement or fear in his voice.

Andy hesitated at first, then relented to the request. If there was some way the boy could conduct an experiment up there and determine the cause of all this, it just might bring them closer to some sort of resolution. Wishful thinking for sure, but it was better than no thinking at all.

Once Dan was up, he peered down at Andy and Jason, and asked Andy to close the door.

“Dan, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Tess got trapped up there, and the door got stuck.”

“Mr. Forrester, with all due respect, I am a professional. I have seen and heard more weird stuff than most people do in their lifetimes. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

Andy hated the superior tone of voice coming from the arrogant little snot. Instead of protesting, he slid the ladder into place and let the door snap shut in Dan’s face.

Tess came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, shushing loudly. Andy looked down and shrugged at her. She walked away, shaking her head. The last thing she wanted was for the kids to wake up and see all this.

While standing beneath the attic door waiting for the signal to pull the chain and release Dan from his self imposed solitary confinement, Andy glanced into the bathroom. The shower curtain had been left open, and he became transfixed as the small window unlatched and opened itself. The cool breeze wafted out to him, caressing his cheek with cold comfort. He shivered.

After a few seconds, Andy heard the scratching through the closed attic door intensify. With his hand on the dangling chain, he waited for a signal to open it. Just then, the master bedroom door slammed shut, shaking the walls. He jumped, released his grip on the chain, and let out a yelp. That caused more shushing from downstairs, which he ignored.

The scratching grew louder, and Andy heard Dan’s muffled shouting from the other side. Sharp knocking made him jump again. That was followed by the soft, weeping sound of Dan begging to be let out. The knocking grew faint, and Andy jumped into action, pulling on the chain. Nothing happened. He pulled on it again, much harder, but it was no use.

He let go of the chain. He planned on jumping to grab it farther up, to use his weight to yank it down. But when he let go, the chain was snatched out of his reach and lay flat against the bottom of the door, preventing him from even attempting to open it.

The tingle of dread he felt turned into panic as Andy considered his options. There was nothing he could do unless he got a ladder or something else to stand on, and something to pry open the door.

Cupping his mouth with his hands, he yelled at the ceiling. “I’ll get help, Dan. Just hold on.” As Andy turned toward the stairs, he ran into an invisible barrier that threw him to the ground. He landed hard on his elbow, sending shockwaves through his nerves. He cried out in surprise more than pain. When he tried to stand, a force pushed down on his shoulder, making movement impossible. Andy began to hyperventilate.

Just as he was about to call down the stairs to Tess, he heard her shout out herself. Her scream was followed by a guttural cry from Sylvia, and the sound of something large crashing to the floor. Dan pounded harder on the attic door above his head, pleading to be rescued. Andy could not move, but was able speak. A single thought was planted in his head: the flashlight in the boy’s bag.

He yelled as loud as he could at the ceiling again, unconcerned about whether or not he woke Jonathan and Alexis. “Find your flashlight, Dan. Hurry!”

He heard shuffling from above. A muted, pathetic voice replied, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Do it now, Dan!”

Before he could say anything else, something heavy and invisible struck Andy on the side of the head. His world went black, and he slumped to the floor. Even while unconscious, he could still hear the unbearable sounds of the scratching and the boy weeping.

After a few seconds, he heard Dan, Tess and Sylvia calling out his name. Echoes of their combined words bounced off the walls of his mind as he drifted back into a sea of darkness.