Y’all Ain’t Ready: Cover Reveal!!!!!!!

I’m one ridiculously happy nerd right now! Yesterday, my awesome editor returned my manuscript. While I haven’t worked up enough nerve to actually look at it (all I see in my head is an entire sea of red markings) I’m really excited about getting down to the nitty-gritty revisions. To celebrate the return of my edited manuscript I want to share my book cover with you lovely people!


When the Real Thing Comes Along


Jacelynn thought the mistakes of her past were history. But when her past and her present collide…Is faith enough to see her through?



Book Description

Jacelynn loved and lost…Will faith give her the courage she needs to love again?

Jacelynn appears to have it all together: a great relationship with her boyfriend Jason who is truly a man after God’s own heart, a decent career and the love of family and friends. But when an unwelcome reminder from her past shows up, her previously uncomplicated world is turned upside down.  Will she jeopardize what she has with Jason in an attempt to rewrite the mistakes of her past?

They say you never forget your first love, no matter how hard you try. So far, Jacelynn has done a pretty good job of forgetting Taylor, the boy who had her heart first. When Taylor returns several years later as a man requesting a second chance, what’s a girl to do…Especially when she already has a new man?

The hidden issues ofJacelynn’s heart come to light and she’s forced take a hard look in the mirror while making choices that will change her future forever.Will she be able to reconcile who she was then, with who she is in Christ now?

Living and loving in faith isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it. That’s what happens…

When the Real Thing Comes Along


Excuse me while I go ‘head and C-walk for a minute in the name of Jesus! OK, I’m done now.  Y’all just don’t know how long I’ve been looking forward to this. In the not so distant future, my novel will finally be completely ready for fellow geek and hopeless romantic consumption! I can see the finish line on the horizon. Woot-woot! (That’s me tooting my own horn).

What do you think of the cover? Have you ever read a Christian Fiction Romance Novel? If you’re an author, do you get nervous when you get your first round edits back? Do you fall in love with your book covers? Holla’ at your girl!

*My book cover was designed by Michelle Stimpson (fabulous author and obviously amazing book cover designer). Click here to view her e-book cover design website.

*My editor is Dawn Adams of The Training Ground. For editing inquiries you may email her at this address: dawn@thetrainingground.us


Confessions of Faith: Don’t Give Up


Giving up is easy. The allure of ending the constant pursuit of your goals is never more powerful than when you’re close to achieving them. Like a first time marathon runner, you may have hit the wall. You’re at mile fourteen or fifteen and you’ve runner farther and longer than you ever have before. The task of going another step seems impossible, let alone making it several more miles.

You have a choice to make. You can stop running. You can throw away the months of training and sacrifice. You can accept failure. OR you can use the incredible power of mind and spirit over physicality and keep going. You can push past the discomfort. You can trust in the preparations you’ve made to run this race and bring your mind into subjection to your will. You can finish strong.

Don’t let your doubts and insecurities override the part of you that decided to start the race in the first place. The part of you that believes in your strength. The part of you that chose to pursue something that other people may have told you was impossible. That maybe even you believed was impossible.

“I’m not trying to get my way
    in the world’s way.
I’m trying to get your way,
    your Word’s way.
I’m staying on your trail;
    I’m putting one foot
In front of the other.
    I’m not giving up.”

Psalm 17: 4-5 (The Message Bible)

Push through the wall. Don’t give up.



What do you do when thoughts of giving up on your goals rear their ugly heads? How do you keep yourself motivated and encouraged? 



Guest Blogger: Kate Loveton (Vocal Dissonance)

Get ready to enjoy a really great story. I’m not kidding or exaggerating. The flash fiction you’re about to read is freakin’ awesome. When I finished it, I felt like I’d gotten away with something because it seemed like I should have paid to read it. Yep, it’s that good.

Vocal Dissonance by Kate Loveton 

I’m a pilot.

After being married to Kurt for ten years, I’d learned to fly carefully. Every day was a journey into the unknown, flying by the seat of my pants, navigating unexpected turbulence. I’d become a master at keeping my mouth shut, at doing ‘the necessary.’

I met Kurt when I was seventeen. Papa had ruled our unhappy house with an iron fist. By the time Kurt noticed me, my brothers had all run away; I was the only one left at home with that mean old man.

Kurt was supposed to be my salvation. Like me, he was a church-goer. Almost forty, clean-shaven and neat, he seemed sweet, calling me ‘Miss Adele,’ holding doors open for me. Treated me like a princess, he did; that meant a lot. I wasn’t used to kind words and caresses. I took that man at face value. If I’d thought harder about things, I might have wondered why a man of almost forty wasn’t already married, especially a good looking one with a fine job – and why that man might be sniffing around a plain Jane like me.

After my experience with meanness, I should have known to fly above trouble, but hope can make a girl do stupid things.

Life was good at first. But one day, while Kurt was working, someone knocked at my door. Standing on the front porch was a thin woman with limp brown hair gathered loosely in a bun. She kept looking behind her. Her manner reminded me of one of them little rabbits Papa used to catch in his traps, desperate and wanting to bolt.

She got to the point. “He home?”

Her name was Sal; said she was Kurt’s ex.

Once I let her inside, the story came out. Told me she’d run off and left Kurt when she couldn’t take the beatings no more.

“You think he’s nice, don’t you? You won’t feel that way long. Soon as you do something he don’t like, he’s gonna use you as a whipping toy. Oh, he’ll apologize, tell you he loves you, act sad like you drove him to it. He’ll tell you he loves you while he’s beating the crap out of you. But them words don’t match his behavior. Actions speak louder than words.”

Guess she saw I didn’t believe her because she took a photo from her purse and shoved it at me. “Here, take a look at this. I dare you to look at that picture.”

I wanted her to leave. I didn’t want to hear her lies about Kurt.

She shook her head and frowned. “Are you afraid? Look, I don’t like being here, knowing he might come home any minute. I’m doing you a favor. I wish someone had warned me before I spent all them years as his punching bag. Go on, look! Uncertainty is worse!”

I looked then. My hands started shaking at the sight of a woman with a split lip and blackened eyes.

“That’s me after Kurt took exception to my not dusting behind one of the photographs sitting on our bureau. Nearly killed me that time. He likes things perfect.”

Maybe I didn’t want to believe her. I’d wanted out of Papa’s house so bad, I’d have probably gone off with anyone. I don’t know anymore; all I know is that I asked that good woman to leave. She’d come to do me a good turn, one I was too stupid to appreciate.

Sal looked sad. “You don’t get it, do you? You think it’ll be different for you. Well, it won’t. Men like Kurt never change. You and me, we oughta be sisters in arms. I’m sorry for you, but I guess you’ll just have to learn the hard way.”

She was right.

Three months into the marriage, Kurt started getting ugly with me. What Sal had said about his words being at odds with his behavior was the God’s truth. Always after me for little things: his shirts weren’t ironed the way he liked them; putting the canned goods away without alphabetizing them according to vegetable; towels hanging slightly crooked in the bathroom. Once I’d forgotten to make a little downward triangle of the toilet tissue hanging from the roll.

These were the kind of things that could down a pilot. So I learned to anticipate things, to look ahead for dangerous currents. I tried for perfection. Ten years, I tried to fly right.

But humans ain’t built for perfection; even the best fighter pilot sometimes gets shot down.

“I love you, baby. (slap) Why don’t you listen? (smack) Why do I have to discipline you? (punch) I work hard all day (shove) You know I love you, baby… why do you make me hurt you?” (punch)

Yes, he loved me more than life. If I was hurting, it was my own fault. I drove him to it.

He almost convinced me during those ten years – in spite of emergency room visits, or wearing sunglasses to hide bruised eyes, or long-sleeved shirts in summer to disguise arms covered with welts.

“I love you, baby.”


But punches spoke louder than words.


Kurt prized his collection of handguns. He was real particular about them, taking them out every couple of weeks, oiling them, unloading and reloading them.

He never once used them, just cleaned them all the time. I was thinking about that when the phone rang and Kurt got up to answer it.

Guess he never expected a quiet flyer like me to take it into her head to touch his guns.

This time, though, the pilot decided to change course. It was time to land the damn plane and finally put an end to those flights. After ten years, I’d run out of gas.

I couldn’t take it no more.

Kurt finished his call and came back into the room. There was a surprise waiting for him.

“I love you, baby,” I said.


My flying days were over.


Kate Loveton spins tales on her blog Odyssey of a Novice WriterBio: Aspiring novelist. Avid reader of fiction. Reviewer of books. By day, my undercover identity is that of meek, mild-mannered legal assistant, Kate Loveton, working in the confines of a stuffy corporate law office; by night, however, I’m a super hero: Kate Loveton, Aspiring Novelist and Spinner of Tales. My favorite words are ‘Once upon a time… ‘ Won’t you join me on my journey as I attempt to turn a hobby into something more?

Faith Simone says:

See? What’d I tell you?! Freakin’ awesome. Flash fiction is so much harder than it seems. It takes a special talent to pack so much emotion into a few words. I especially appreciate the tone of the narrator. Without spelling it out to us, we know that the narrator is poor, young, probably lacking formal education and lives somewhere rural just by the way she tells the story. Do yourself a favor and make sure to visit Kate Loveton’s blog for more amazing content!

What did you think of Kate’s story? Have you ever written about a heavy subject like domestic violence? Have you ever attempted to write flash fiction?


Author Spotlight: N.N. Light!

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I’m so happy to feature author N.N. Light today!  She’s affectionately known around the blogosphere as Mrs. N and she’s a woman on a mission to spread kindness and positivity. There’s something so gracious about her. So sit back, get comfortable and let’s get all up in her author business for a minute.

What genre do you write?

Urban Fantasy Romance

What have you written?

I have written two books, Princess of the Light and Thirsty for Water.

When did you begin your writing career?

I could be cute and say I began my writing career at the age of five. I wrote/spoke my first story and if my memory serves, it was about a dragon-battling princess. Professionally, I began my writing career in 2012. I started writing Princess of the Light and a few months later started blogging.

Are you a full-time or part-time writer? How do you make time to write?

I am a full-time writer but that wasn’t always the case. I am blessed to be married to a wonderful man who makes enough money for us to live comfortably. This allows me to write professionally and fulfill my dream.

I schedule a block of time every day to write. I started doing this back in 2012 and it has become a habit. My mind is trained to switch over to writing every day at one o’clock. This has helped me tremendously to write for a while and switch back over to doing the other things that need to be done (dishes, cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry, etc.).

What’s your writing process?

My writing process is a pretty simple one. I write every day (Monday through Friday) from 1-5 pm. I have a writer’s nook my husband created for me. In it, I have my computer, sticky notes and a purple pen, inspiring quotes all around me and my writing mascot (a delightful teddy bear figurine my husband gave me years ago). Before I start writing, I rub the top of my mascot’s head for good luck. I also have a purple cup with matching straw that holds my water. I can look out the window at the trains going by and it is perfect for me.

Music is a must for me when I’m writing and lately I have been listening to classical music. Although I listen to classic rock and others, depending on the scene I am working on.

N N Light Author Pic1Do you keep a journal? If so, for how long? Do you find it helpful for your professional writing?

I used to keep a journal and write in it every day. It helped me deal with life’s ups and downs. I don’t have time right now but would love to start journaling again.

I did find it helpful when I was first writing professionally because I was able to improve my writing skills. I worked hard on my dialogue and expressing myself through my journal.

What’s your inspiration?

I’m inspired by so many things but I think it all starts with my inner self. When I was growing up, I was a shy girl and not very popular in school. I vowed when I graduated high school to never let someone else dictate how I feel about myself. So, the little girl inspires me to constantly try new things and experiences.

What kind of legacy do you expect your writing to leave?

I hope that when people read my writing, they are inspired to make a difference in their corner of the world. My mantra is to spread the Light and my mission is to help others in whatever way I can. It doesn’t take much to spread the Light (a smile or word of kindness) and it makes a huge difference.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Never give up! If your dream is to get published or to be a professional writer, go for it. Hold tight to your dream and with perseverance, faith and hard work, you can achieve your dream!

What’s on your bookshelf or in your e-reader library?

I’m currently reading Murder by Magic: Twenty Tales of Crime and the Supernatural by Rosemary Edghill, Miss Marple: The Complete Short Stories by Agatha Christie and A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently writing book two of the Princess of the Light series.

Latest release and book blurb?princess

Title: Princess of the Light

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance


Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God – yeah that Gabriel, visited Mary Miller. He told her, as the key, she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough until she’s thrown in the face of evil, and then Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves. 

Tell us about your main character? What actress or actor would you cast to play him or her in a movie about your book?

Mary Miller is a woman in her late twenties who loves her job as a bookstore manager and loves her life as a single woman. That is, until Gabriel, Archangel and Messenger to God, declares she is the Princess of the Light and the key to restoring balance between good and evil. Just when things couldn’t get any more complicated, she meets and falls in love with Joe Deacons. She’s stronger than she gives herself credit for and with the power of the Light, she can defeat anything thrown her way.

I don’t have anyone in mind for the role of Mary but I have heard that my book reads like a movie. As long as the actress can be witty while wielding ancient weapons works for me. Oh and she has to have auburn hair. J

How can we purchase your book?

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/469480

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/princess-of-the-light-nn-light/1120170709?ean=9781502438454

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Light-N/dp/1502438453/ref=la_B00N277I4E_1_1_title_1_pap?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1411398988&sr=1-1

Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1409690022&sr=8-1&keywords=princess+of+the+light

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Light-N-ebook/dp/B00N19FDKO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1409689955&sr=8-1&keywords=princess+of+the+light

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/princess-of-the-light-1

Indigo: http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/princess-of-the-light/9781310880230-item.html?ikwid=princess+of+the+light&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=0

iTunes/ iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/princess-of-the-light/id913013798?mt=11

How can we stay in touch with you? 


Sign up for my Princess of the Light newsletter to get exclusive content on all things book and writing related: http://ymlp.com/xghjsueygmgh 

I’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

Website: http://princessofthelight.com

Blog: http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/nnlight

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/NNP_W_Light

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nnlight

Email: nnlight@outlook.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/PrincessOTLight

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/n-n-light/90/1a7/902

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/118060034268079734144/posts

Triberr: http://www.triberr.com/nnlight

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/nnlight

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/n-n-light.html

Thank you so much, Faith, for having me on your blog today. You’re so gracious and I am so grateful!

Faith Simone says:

 “I vowed when I graduated high school to never let someone else dictate how I feel about myself.” Mrs.N was preaching when she said that. Don’t let that little nugget slip by you. Love it!  I also love her discipline in creating and sticking to a writing schedule. It’s so much easier said than done. I admire her dedication. I told y’all Mrs. N was a gracious lady. Look at all of those great links she provided to keep in touch with her! She’s all about connecting with people and spreading her light.

How do you stay positive? What’s your favorite random act of kindness? Tell us about it in the comments below!


Mrs. Independent

Hey y’all I’m feeling extra southern today. It’s probably because I got a little taste of Memphis culture over the weekend. I went to see the stage play Mrs. Independent to celebrate my sister’s birthday. The play was great. It was full of soulful singing, excellent comedic timing and truly touching moments. But as usual, I spent more time taking note of various things and living in my own thoughts than I did actually paying attention to the play.

It was held at the Cannon Center, and the house was packed. I couldn’t help thinking that African-American performers have come a long way from the Chitlin’ Circuit of years past.  If you’re not familiar with the term Chitlin’ Circuit, allow me to give you a little history lesson. Back in the day, during the Jim Crow era, there were limited venues that would host an African-American stage play. So when a black production decided to take their show on the road, they were forced to perform in juke joints and other places like them. These were the safe places where African-Americans could gather for entertainment, without having to deal with the racism prevalent during that time.

Perhaps as a nod to their ancestors, many African-American playwrights continue to use the term Chitlin’ Circuit to describe their production tours. The tradition continues today by choice, not force. To see the day, less than 60 years later, that an African-American cast performed at a sold out reputable arena warmed my heart. A lot has changed.

However, some things will always remain the same. I got my entire fill of people watching. I saw pimps replete in fedora hats and pinkie rings, hot mamas in five-inch heels and skin-tight skirts, one couple straight out of Dukes and Hazards and a disco queen. I kid you not. She was decked out in silver sequined stretch pants and rocking a Farrah Fawcett do. Just to be clear, I’m describing the guests not the actors.

No 5 inch heels for me!
No 5 inch heels for me!
Sista CJ striking her politician's wife pose.
Sista CJ striking her politician’s wife pose.

Here’s what I took with me; creativity unites people. I watched as the actors fed off of the audience’s energy and vice versa. The detached mildly annoyed usher at the start of the show was transformed into a grinning engaged man by intermission. The awkward young couple on the front row, obviously on a first date, became comfortably affectionate by the end of the touchingly poignant closing scene. A writer with a chronic obsession for observing others was delightfully pleased when she glimpsed one of the actresses taking in the rapt faces of the audience during a few moments when she didn’t have any lines. Robin Given’s face lit up with joy and her eyes sparkled with elation.

I thought to myself THAT is what doing what you love to do, what you were born to do, looks like. City after city, show after show, repeating the same scenes night after night. The continuous rehearsals, being on the road for weeks and so many other sacrifices I have no clue about. But still I could see that those actors lived for the opportunity to do what they loved to do. They derived a certain satisfaction from helping others to suspend reality for a few moments. To help them forget about the stress from work, or the constant responsibility of parenting, or the overwhelming anxiety about their future. To help them remember that dreams are not disposable, that love still prevails and that laughter is medicine to the soul.

If you haven’t found the thing that makes you light up, keep looking. Don’t stop until you find it and once you do, never give up. Remember, the world is waiting.

Do you people watch obsessively? Have you ever been rewarded by glimpsing an endearing moment of authenticity? What’s the thing you love to do that puts a sparkle in your eye? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below!

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