tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325Mon, 30 Mar 2026 10:30:00 +0000young adult99 centsMarriageResurrectionistsWingsbillionaire boys clubcowboysuperhumanChristmasThe Florida IrishbooksromancetattooedEasterGod's loveItalian SeriesJesusJesus healsglassmother's daypoetryreviewsthe quarterBaptizedBarrow Bros BridesBest-Dressed SeriesChristmas MagicJuly 4thLaura J Marshalladoptionangstaudiobookbe the churchcoraleedevotionaldouble rfabulousfamilyfree booksjudgmentmemorial daynew birthno Halloweenpaperbacksre-releaserise of the sunrodeo girlsromantic suspensesoapedtime travel romancevalentine's daySuzanne D. Williams, AuthorSuzanne D. Williams, Authorhttp://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)Blogger66125 https://users.feedblitz.com/0efa3ea1e95e8f6e57e25e7844a28179/initial-100.jpg Suzanne D. Williams, Author http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/ http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/03/living-water-wings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-8967828934720532569Mon, 30 Mar 2026 10:30:00 +00002026-03-30T06:30:00.114-04:00WingsLiving Water - WingsThe power flowed between them, as it always did when he sat on her right. Angus made no mention of it, nor any attempt to free his palm from hers. Not like he could in the middle of the church service.

He stared ahead, conscious of the pastor walking back and forth across the platform, but not the words he spoke because he was preoccupied instead by the lack of demon creatures inside the building. They’d stalled at the door, hanging back like so many pieces of paper swept by the wind. That people tolerated them, going into the service, and coming back out to pick them up again, was baffling.

Why not rid yourself once and for all?

After his stroll through the mall revealed so many, hundreds even, he’d gone home and used his phone to do some research in the Scriptures. Jesus had also dealt with demons on many occasions, and He hadn’t tolerated them, but cast them out, showing compassion on the people who were afflicted.

There was great power in compassion. Where some thought of it as weakness, it was, in fact, the highest measure of God’s Love that existed. It was Love poured out on another for no reason at all. As Christ had done for mankind.

Sara’s free hand squeezed his arm, and she gestured toward the aisle where the pastor motioned. Angus rose, his hand suddenly loosened from hers and crossed over the knees of her parents toward a clear space.

“Will you be baptized?” the pastor asked.

“Yes.”

The pastor gestured toward the front and Angus followed behind several others out a doorway and up a set of stairs to a room lined with small closets. Donning a robe handed to him from the first one, he exited the room and stepped up three small stairs to the edge of a tank of water.

A man he didn’t recognize waved him in.

Angus waded through the cool liquid to the man’s side, turning his profile to the people below, and in that instant the space changed.

Gone were the walls, the audience, the voice of the man. Instead he stood in a river, golden in color, which twisted and turned through a field. Before him stood the Man, the Savior. He pressed one hand to Angus’s forehead, causing him to sink below the waves. They rippled in his ears, flooding his face, and seemed to soak into his very core. He was overwhelmed by them, unable to escape, unable to rise.

Words bubbled up in his hearing, spoken, as it were, directly to his heart. Out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

Angus inhaled, awakening to air and the church and the applause of the people. Water streaming down his face, a new language emerged, not the ancient one Sara spoke, not English, the language of his birth, but one unintelligible in his ears and yet perfectly tuned to the Father.

His hands raised of their own accord and a Glory from everywhere, and yet nowhere at all, raced down his fingers, through his limbs and into his feet. He heard an audible gasp from those in the room and the sound of their praises escalating, then turned his gaze toward the ceiling where hovering above them all was a crowd of heavenly beings, angelic in appearance, whose worship came in perfect harmony from all sides at once.

He dipped his eyes then toward Sara, emotion caught his throat.

✞


Wings, Book 1
An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts
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Called from birth to carry the Light of God into a world filled with Darkness, seventeen-year-old Sara Benedict finds the mission this time has changed. This city, this school, is more about her growth. No longer will she function alone, but she needs Angus Finlay to fulfill the prophecies. Yet there’s something deeper going on behind the scenes, and the harder she tries, the greater the danger seems. Her work of rescue must continue, but this task just might shut off the Light inside her once and for all.


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]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/952165526/0/blogspot/qjhu~Living-Water-Wings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohkuqKajYqxY7Cv1b8vxzXaFZNpG6St-A8HTEfyw3i_jJfmakfq6xDSmdVgApiowf8A0PcJysIiZ4yBmH9CQt00tOVthVdyeHrbSKEBIEZy1m5Im8bShCLJcKvszSbO8vsMf1nasMgI_dmQdBgy9l8GO8YA3I9UROuTp5AHYCHqDEiVjEizAj9LULgwE/s72-c/Wings-original.jpg The power flowed between them, as it always did when he sat on her right. Angus made no mention of it, nor any attempt to free his palm from hers. Not like he could in the middle of the church service.

He stared ahead, conscious of the pastor walking back and forth across the platform, but not the words he spoke because he was preoccupied instead by the lack of demon creatures inside the building. They’d stalled at the door, hanging back like so many pieces of paper swept by the wind. That people tolerated them, going into the service, and coming back out to pick them up again, was baffling.

Why not rid yourself once and for all?

After his stroll through the mall revealed so many, hundreds even, he’d gone home and used his phone to do some research in the Scriptures. Jesus had also dealt with demons on many occasions, and He hadn’t tolerated them, but cast them out, showing compassion on the people who were afflicted.

There was great power in compassion. Where some thought of it as weakness, it was, in fact, the highest measure of God’s Love that existed. It was Love poured out on another for no reason at all. As Christ had done for mankind.

Sara’s free hand squeezed his arm, and she gestured toward the aisle where the pastor motioned. Angus rose, his hand suddenly loosened from hers and crossed over the knees of her parents toward a clear space.

“Will you be baptized?” the pastor asked.

“Yes.”

The pastor gestured toward the front and Angus followed behind several others out a doorway and up a set of stairs to a room lined with small closets. Donning a robe handed to him from the first one, he exited the room and stepped up three small stairs to the edge of a tank of water.

A man he didn’t recognize waved him in.

Angus waded through the cool liquid to the man’s side, turning his profile to the people below, and in that instant the space changed.

Gone were the walls, the audience, the voice of the man. Instead he stood in a river, golden in color, which twisted and turned through a field. Before him stood the Man, the Savior. He pressed one hand to Angus’s forehead, causing him to sink below the waves. They rippled in his ears, flooding his face, and seemed to soak into his very core. He was overwhelmed by them, unable to escape, unable to rise.

Words bubbled up in his hearing, spoken, as it were, directly to his heart. Out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

Angus inhaled, awakening to air and the church and the applause of the people. Water streaming down his face, a new language emerged, not the ancient one Sara spoke, not English, the language of his birth, but one unintelligible in his ears and yet perfectly tuned to the Father.

His hands raised of their own accord and a Glory from everywhere, and yet nowhere at all, raced down his fingers, through his limbs and into his feet. He heard an audible gasp from those in the room and the sound of their praises escalating, then turned his gaze toward the ceiling where hovering above them all was a crowd of heavenly beings, angelic in appearance, whose worship came in perfect harmony from all sides at once.

He dipped his eyes then toward Sara, emotion caught his throat.

✞


Wings, Book 1
An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts
99 cents
Amazon (ebook and paperback)
Other ebook retailers*

Called from birth to carry the Light of God into a world filled with Darkness, seventeen-year-old Sara Benedict finds the mission this time has changed. This city, this school, is more about her growth. No longer will she function alone, but she needs Angus Finlay to fulfill the prophecies. Yet there’s something deeper going on behind the scenes, and the harder she tries, the greater the danger seems. Her work of rescue must continue, but this task just might shut off the Light inside her once and for all.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/03/gra-slanu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-6251960646542650854Mon, 16 Mar 2026 10:30:00 +00002026-03-16T06:30:00.137-04:00The Florida IrishGRÁ & SLÁNÚ
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Her gaze was especially clear, as if it held the sky. “I had another dream,” she said. She yawned, one hand rising to cup her lips.

“Of me and you?”

Her cheeks blushed. “You’re teasing me.”

He chuckled. “Aye, lass.”

Laughter burst from her lips. “Say something like that.”

He paused, searching his memory. “May yer alwus ’av walls for de winds, a roof for de rain, tay beside de fire, laughter ter chare yer, dohs yer love near yer, an’ al’ yisser ’eart might desire.”

Her eyes grew wide. “That was beautiful, though I don’t know what you said.”

“It’s an Irish blessing,” Michael replied. He clasped his hands together behind her back, and she leaned against his chest, for one moment, this morning, a natural one.

“It was beautiful. I could listen to you talk like that for hours.”

He could hold her like this for hours. He clamped his lips shut; he couldn’t say that. It would be best if they maintained some distance. On the heels of his thought, he inhaled. Then what was this?

A foot landed squarely in the center of his back, the pain of the contact spiking outward, and he and Anne sprang apart.

“Don’t you two look cozy,” Ferguson crowed, “but git up. We leave in an hour.” He turned away, his footsteps fading on the leaf-strewn soil.

Anne groaned. Michael switched his gaze to her face. “What is it?” he asked.

She offered a half-hearted smile. “I ache everywhere. By nightfall, I’ll be dead.”

At her words, his heart snagged, and he snatched her hand, folding it in his. “Don’t say that.” Desperation choked him.

Nothing could take her away. He … he needed her.

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Her gaze was especially clear, as if it held the sky. “I had another dream,” she said. She yawned, one hand rising to cup her lips.

“Of me and you?”

Her cheeks blushed. “You’re teasing me.”

He chuckled. “Aye, lass.”

Laughter burst from her lips. “Say something like that.”

He paused, searching his memory. “May yer alwus ’av walls for de winds, a roof for de rain, tay beside de fire, laughter ter chare yer, dohs yer love near yer, an’ al’ yisser ’eart might desire.”

Her eyes grew wide. “That was beautiful, though I don’t know what you said.”

“It’s an Irish blessing,” Michael replied. He clasped his hands together behind her back, and she leaned against his chest, for one moment, this morning, a natural one.

“It was beautiful. I could listen to you talk like that for hours.”

He could hold her like this for hours. He clamped his lips shut; he couldn’t say that. It would be best if they maintained some distance. On the heels of his thought, he inhaled. Then what was this?

A foot landed squarely in the center of his back, the pain of the contact spiking outward, and he and Anne sprang apart.

“Don’t you two look cozy,” Ferguson crowed, “but git up. We leave in an hour.” He turned away, his footsteps fading on the leaf-strewn soil.

Anne groaned. Michael switched his gaze to her face. “What is it?” he asked.

She offered a half-hearted smile. “I ache everywhere. By nightfall, I’ll be dead.”

At her words, his heart snagged, and he snatched her hand, folding it in his. “Don’t say that.” Desperation choked him.

Nothing could take her away. He … he needed her.

✿

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www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/02/the-perfect-creation-of-two-people.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-9103103693883609538Tue, 24 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-02-24T06:30:00.119-05:00the quarterThe Perfect Creation Of Two PeopleIt was all unfair. Life was so unfair, and this not how things should be. But there she lay alone, little Bethany Ryder, forever a child, entombed in the earth like so much forgotten pocket change. Like a quarter folded in white paper and tucked into her dad’s wallet for remembrance.

Don’t remember. Live. What good are thoughts, dreams, and visions without the tangible around you? It was a heart palpable that mattered, a visible, corporeal being which ran and skipped and hopped. A little girl with blonde curls and her daddy’s eyes filled with laughter, swinging through the air.

A figure at her side also knelt in the grass. Mama Winters wrapped her arms around Rylie’s slumped body and pulled her in. Rylie wept there, her cheek dampening on the old woman’s chest, and breathed in a floral bouquet emanating from her skin.

“There, there, child. It’s time you let that out. That sweet baby gone on to be with Jesus.”

Rylie hauled herself back, dashing at moist patches beneath her eyes. “With Jesus?” she spat. “She’s here. Dead in the ground.”

“No, Rylie, she’s not. She’s dancin’ in the fields of heaven, surrounded by God’s light.”

Rylie backpedaled, pulling away. “She isn’t, and I’m tired of everyone tellin’ me she is. Like she’s okay up there without her mama. I’m her mama. Me.” Her voice was strident at the end.

Mama Winter’s eyes became soft, her pupils flecking gold. “Ain’t nobody takin’ that away from you,” she said. “She’s your daughter just the same, but God didn’t want her to fade away. She’s not a memory to Him, but the perfect creation of two people who loved one another, though maybe they didn’t do things right.”

✿

The Quarter
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“I’ve always loved you, Colton Ryder, but I’m not sure that’s enough. I hate this town. I hate these memories. And just because you kiss me and my mind blanks doesn’t mean I can overcome them, doesn’t mean I can simply pick up my life as it is and return to Richland. All I have here is turmoil, and all I want to do is forget.”

Rylie Shepherd’s come home to Richland, a town she never thought to see again. To a flood of bad memories and broken dreams. A family splintered and reassembled by death. To pain and heartache and years of poverty and loss.

To Colton Ryder, town war hero, old boyfriend, resurrected man. But in dying, he’s changed, from the inside, he says, and this power he’s found is strong enough to heal all that’s between them and recreate the love they had.

Yet maybe it can’t. Maybe his presence will only further wounds that never healed in the first place, and maybe afterward all she’ll have is a hole in her heart the shape of a baby that died in her arms.

From best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, a touching story of hearts mended through the power of God’s love.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/948391508/0/blogspot/qjhu~The-Perfect-Creation-Of-Two-People.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmMHHm8ErRzf_iYNRaIU7x_u-o3wJTpmyCRZDYPobOIk7Wh3plRXzckSAqbcJFzKpmxOnen28tZ_CWF0Z5DjMs4vfydI0Yx2wdhilACfIPAV_PqOswlneECE8MKTr88My_A-fPhmskZ94jhFdPklJ2EgVU0mSAYpLHHFbwfPBEGgP-mqLNVBb-fKX-BY/s72-c/The-Quarter-original.jpg It was all unfair. Life was so unfair, and this not how things should be. But there she lay alone, little Bethany Ryder, forever a child, entombed in the earth like so much forgotten pocket change. Like a quarter folded in white paper and tucked into her dad’s wallet for remembrance.

Don’t remember. Live. What good are thoughts, dreams, and visions without the tangible around you? It was a heart palpable that mattered, a visible, corporeal being which ran and skipped and hopped. A little girl with blonde curls and her daddy’s eyes filled with laughter, swinging through the air.

A figure at her side also knelt in the grass. Mama Winters wrapped her arms around Rylie’s slumped body and pulled her in. Rylie wept there, her cheek dampening on the old woman’s chest, and breathed in a floral bouquet emanating from her skin.

“There, there, child. It’s time you let that out. That sweet baby gone on to be with Jesus.”

Rylie hauled herself back, dashing at moist patches beneath her eyes. “With Jesus?” she spat. “She’s here. Dead in the ground.”

“No, Rylie, she’s not. She’s dancin’ in the fields of heaven, surrounded by God’s light.”

Rylie backpedaled, pulling away. “She isn’t, and I’m tired of everyone tellin’ me she is. Like she’s okay up there without her mama. I’m her mama. Me.” Her voice was strident at the end.

Mama Winter’s eyes became soft, her pupils flecking gold. “Ain’t nobody takin’ that away from you,” she said. “She’s your daughter just the same, but God didn’t want her to fade away. She’s not a memory to Him, but the perfect creation of two people who loved one another, though maybe they didn’t do things right.”

✿

The Quarter
Amazon (ebook and paperback)
Other ebook retailers*

“I’ve always loved you, Colton Ryder, but I’m not sure that’s enough. I hate this town. I hate these memories. And just because you kiss me and my mind blanks doesn’t mean I can overcome them, doesn’t mean I can simply pick up my life as it is and return to Richland. All I have here is turmoil, and all I want to do is forget.”

Rylie Shepherd’s come home to Richland, a town she never thought to see again. To a flood of bad memories and broken dreams. A family splintered and reassembled by death. To pain and heartache and years of poverty and loss.

To Colton Ryder, town war hero, old boyfriend, resurrected man. But in dying, he’s changed, from the inside, he says, and this power he’s found is strong enough to heal all that’s between them and recreate the love they had.

Yet maybe it can’t. Maybe his presence will only further wounds that never healed in the first place, and maybe afterward all she’ll have is a hole in her heart the shape of a baby that died in her arms.

From best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, a touching story of hearts mended through the power of God’s love.

Other ebook retailers includes: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox, Bookshop


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/02/rival-teams-football-scandal-play-for.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-2030413506109193527Mon, 16 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-02-16T06:30:00.120-05:00young adultRival teams. A football scandal. A play for her heart.Us. There it was again, that he was still stuck here.

Steve did his best to straighten, smoothing his rumpled shirt, and bobbled in the motion. “I told her she’d not done right by you, begged her to call, and speak with you herself. I’m sorry, Louis, but she refused.”

Stung, Louis’s grip on the forms tightened, and they crinkled in his palm.

“So I told her to let you go. I would adopt you. That’s the paperwork. It’s all but done … just needs the judge’s signature.”

Louis reeled, distancing himself. His mom, who he’d laid his hopes on, had given him up? To Steve? She didn’t want him?

“Louis … I thought … thought we could start over,” Steve continued. He tried to walk forward, but twisted his ankle and fell against the wall.

Louis continued to reverse.

“You don’t have to call me ‘dad’. I know you’re too big for that. But maybe we can form a truce?”

Louis walked backwards, out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Louis?”

Out of his stepdad’s sight, he whirled, yanked the front door open and, leaving it ajar, fled. He drove recklessly, not paying any attention to his route, and the fog swallowed him, further muddying his view. He flew around a curve, his tires catching the edge of the verge, and raced down an unknown street, intent only on outrunning his pain.

A stop sign leaped out at him, too quick. He overcorrected to avoid it and spotted a person directly in his path. He spun the wheel again, the car twisting counterclockwise, and came to a stop in the middle of the street.

His heart pounding, his chest tight, he gripped the wheel, then it occurred to him to look for the person he’d seen. He rolled down his window, craning his head out, and spotted a girl.

“Dorothy?”

“Louis?”

What was she doing here? “One moment. Just let me …” Edging the car onto the side of the road, he parked and exited, his door remaining open.

She crossed the lanes, her arms curved over her chest.

“You’re cold,” he said. “I think …” Reaching into the back of his car, he dug through his things and shook out his Piermont Senior Jacket. He draped it over her shoulders. It was huge on her, but she seemed grateful. She tugged the edges closed.

“What are you …?” They both spoke at once, ending the question with a couple jittery laughs.

“Just out driving,” he said. “I should have … slowed.” His excuse sounded lame, but she seemed to accept it.

“I heard a car coming, but couldn’t see it for all the fog.”

Then again, her excuse was questionable. He gazed at her, unspeaking. Her eyes rimmed red, her face flushed. Had she been running from someone? It wasn’t his place to ask, but he couldn’t leave her here. “Can I give you a lift?”

She bit her lip. “I’d like to go home, but I’m not sure …”

He understood her discomfort. “You want me to call someone then?”

“Would you?”

He nodded. “Here …” Reaching into his pocket, he dug out his cell and extended it to her. Their fingers brushed, and they paused.

Louis released the device. “I’ll stay until whoever arrives,” he said.

She glanced down at the phone, dialed a number, and raised it to her ear. “Ria?” Dorothy’s voice cracked. She made a slight cough. “I need you to come get me. I’m …” She paused. “… a half mile or so north of the bridge.”

The bridge? Louis trailed his gaze over her again. Red marks shone on her wrist, her hair was mussed, and she had a tiny cut on her lip. Who had done that to her? The anger he’d felt for Steve transferred to her unknown assailant.

Headlights cut through the fog. A voice called out. “Dot?”

Dorothy shrunk back. “I’ll wait,” she mumbled into the phone. She reversed, almost hiding behind him.

“Dot? I’m sorry …” The car slowed.

Louis looked down at her. “You want me to get rid of him?”

She bobbed her head.

Holding the driver’s side door, he waved her into the seat, shutting it behind her. “Stay there,” he said. With determined steps, he crossed the road until even with driver. He recognized the guy behind the wheel instantly. The Eagles’ quarterback, Drew Sault.

“You …” Drew said, his gaze narrow.

Louis contemplated his response. His fists curled, his brain screamed to pound the guy. He’d evidently frightened her and, in his mind, deserved whatever he got. It’d be easy, not really a fair fight. He was taller and wider than Drew, weighed more than him by about thirty pounds. One swing. Even if he hit him just once, it’d be worth it.

Yet his arm hauled back, his muscles tensed, what came out sounded a lot like Steve. “She’s chosen to walk away,” he said, his voice deep. “You need to go home.”

✿

The Other Player
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Spunky Southside Eagle cheerleader, Dorothy Payne, never expected to meet the guy of her dreams on the football field. Especially since he goes to the rival school, Piermont High. But a mid-game collision with Raider’s defense player, Louis Buntz, soon leads to mutual interest and a date.

What seems simple and full of promise, however, has unseen complications: her mom’s bad health, Louis’s rocky home life, and, biggest of all, the sudden jealousy of her longtime friend, Eagles’ quarterback, Drew Sault. The rash decision to go out with both further muddles things. Her heart pulls her one way, but her conscience pulls the other.

She shouldn’t be with a Raider when it looks like the guy she’s known the longest is falling apart.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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Steve did his best to straighten, smoothing his rumpled shirt, and bobbled in the motion. “I told her she’d not done right by you, begged her to call, and speak with you herself. I’m sorry, Louis, but she refused.”

Stung, Louis’s grip on the forms tightened, and they crinkled in his palm.

“So I told her to let you go. I would adopt you. That’s the paperwork. It’s all but done … just needs the judge’s signature.”

Louis reeled, distancing himself. His mom, who he’d laid his hopes on, had given him up? To Steve? She didn’t want him?

“Louis … I thought … thought we could start over,” Steve continued. He tried to walk forward, but twisted his ankle and fell against the wall.

Louis continued to reverse.

“You don’t have to call me ‘dad’. I know you’re too big for that. But maybe we can form a truce?”

Louis walked backwards, out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Louis?”

Out of his stepdad’s sight, he whirled, yanked the front door open and, leaving it ajar, fled. He drove recklessly, not paying any attention to his route, and the fog swallowed him, further muddying his view. He flew around a curve, his tires catching the edge of the verge, and raced down an unknown street, intent only on outrunning his pain.

A stop sign leaped out at him, too quick. He overcorrected to avoid it and spotted a person directly in his path. He spun the wheel again, the car twisting counterclockwise, and came to a stop in the middle of the street.

His heart pounding, his chest tight, he gripped the wheel, then it occurred to him to look for the person he’d seen. He rolled down his window, craning his head out, and spotted a girl.

“Dorothy?”

“Louis?”

What was she doing here? “One moment. Just let me …” Edging the car onto the side of the road, he parked and exited, his door remaining open.

She crossed the lanes, her arms curved over her chest.

“You’re cold,” he said. “I think …” Reaching into the back of his car, he dug through his things and shook out his Piermont Senior Jacket. He draped it over her shoulders. It was huge on her, but she seemed grateful. She tugged the edges closed.

“What are you …?” They both spoke at once, ending the question with a couple jittery laughs.

“Just out driving,” he said. “I should have … slowed.” His excuse sounded lame, but she seemed to accept it.

“I heard a car coming, but couldn’t see it for all the fog.”

Then again, her excuse was questionable. He gazed at her, unspeaking. Her eyes rimmed red, her face flushed. Had she been running from someone? It wasn’t his place to ask, but he couldn’t leave her here. “Can I give you a lift?”

She bit her lip. “I’d like to go home, but I’m not sure …”

He understood her discomfort. “You want me to call someone then?”

“Would you?”

He nodded. “Here …” Reaching into his pocket, he dug out his cell and extended it to her. Their fingers brushed, and they paused.

Louis released the device. “I’ll stay until whoever arrives,” he said.

She glanced down at the phone, dialed a number, and raised it to her ear. “Ria?” Dorothy’s voice cracked. She made a slight cough. “I need you to come get me. I’m …” She paused. “… a half mile or so north of the bridge.”

The bridge? Louis trailed his gaze over her again. Red marks shone on her wrist, her hair was mussed, and she had a tiny cut on her lip. Who had done that to her? The anger he’d felt for Steve transferred to her unknown assailant.

Headlights cut through the fog. A voice called out. “Dot?”

Dorothy shrunk back. “I’ll wait,” she mumbled into the phone. She reversed, almost hiding behind him.

“Dot? I’m sorry …” The car slowed.

Louis looked down at her. “You want me to get rid of him?”

She bobbed her head.

Holding the driver’s side door, he waved her into the seat, shutting it behind her. “Stay there,” he said. With determined steps, he crossed the road until even with driver. He recognized the guy behind the wheel instantly. The Eagles’ quarterback, Drew Sault.

“You …” Drew said, his gaze narrow.

Louis contemplated his response. His fists curled, his brain screamed to pound the guy. He’d evidently frightened her and, in his mind, deserved whatever he got. It’d be easy, not really a fair fight. He was taller and wider than Drew, weighed more than him by about thirty pounds. One swing. Even if he hit him just once, it’d be worth it.

Yet his arm hauled back, his muscles tensed, what came out sounded a lot like Steve. “She’s chosen to walk away,” he said, his voice deep. “You need to go home.”

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The Other Player
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Spunky Southside Eagle cheerleader, Dorothy Payne, never expected to meet the guy of her dreams on the football field. Especially since he goes to the rival school, Piermont High. But a mid-game collision with Raider’s defense player, Louis Buntz, soon leads to mutual interest and a date.

What seems simple and full of promise, however, has unseen complications: her mom’s bad health, Louis’s rocky home life, and, biggest of all, the sudden jealousy of her longtime friend, Eagles’ quarterback, Drew Sault. The rash decision to go out with both further muddles things. Her heart pulls her one way, but her conscience pulls the other.

She shouldn’t be with a Raider when it looks like the guy she’s known the longest is falling apart.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/02/love-across-time-collection.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-926650220891006566Mon, 09 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-02-09T06:30:00.120-05:00time travel romanceLove Across Time: A CollectionThree TIMELESS TALES of the power of love.

Love Across Time: A Collection
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1 - FOR ETERNITY

EVAN HAWKS was told to do his job and avoid the dumb door. And he almost succeeded. When a careless accident somehow bridges parallel universes, he's left with a lot of questions … and a beautiful woman who insists it's 1978.

EMILY MORROW was locking up the office for the night. But the handsome stranger on the other side of the file room says it's far into the future. 2012? He's crazy.

Yet, though time proves it true, things are not what they seem. Something sinister threatens the town, a common enemy from the past, whose presence in the future might separate them from true love forever.

2 - TALK LIKE A PIRATE

On an early morning run, IDELLE PRESCOTT saves the life of a man, lying inert on the beach, but she's unprepared for the story he tells. In his mind, it's 1674 and her hometown, St. Augustine, still belongs to the Spanish government. He's even dressed the part, in 17th century costume.

CAPTAIN JOHN SWITHIN pilots a hearty sloop with a smarmy crew of pirates under his command. On a personal mission into the city in the dead of night, he sees the growing storm along the coast as the perfect cover. He'll retrieve his grandfather's amulet and return with his two crewmates within a couple hours.

But forced to flee into the turbulent waves, what seems to be certain death, instead, sends him forward in time to an altered modern world and an independent woman determined to figure out how to help him survive. As the truth of what happened sinks in, one thing remains the same – the draw of a man to a woman and the timeless power of love.

3 - A LITTLE CHRISTMAS MAGIC: THE COWBOY AND THE LIBRARIAN

What if your book boyfriend came to life?

PAIGE RIDGEWAY moved away from home after a bad breakup with her longstanding boyfriend, Karl. A year has passed, yet she needs to prove herself as an independent woman more than ever. With a great job at a Central Florida library, her own comfy apartment, and a growing group of friends, she has all she needs for a new start.

Reading a paperback picked up at a discount table was supposed to be entertainment.

STERLING NEWCOMBE was just a name in a book, a fictional cowboy any woman would dream about. Until a strange occurrence involving a vintage book and a real encounter with one of Santa's elves. Now, with every chapter Paige reads, he comes to life. It's as if he speaks to her and they are searching for each other. Which, thinking logically, is ridiculous.

Yet, the meaning of it all comes full circle when she hears she isn't alone in her odd reading experience. Magical things can happen at Christmas, the healing of hearts, hope for the future, and maybe true love if she'll only believe.

*Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox, Bookshop


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

       
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/945508829/0/blogspot/qjhu~Love-Across-Time-A-Collection.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhLZIbgbAqtyvT7zodex83C4h-8Ksg3kBdoT2vhnysCXY8YgR7zDz49qVS_BrBAZYuACQ1159xZIJWi1FGoEA46N9LXdkd5amdh6wIE35RIvxuqi98BwpcYeF5BZWGTT4adiqjbvKYreQ_2wVQaF5tWN_ZpTjullcPSX1P1lPFu8PsSY-unOcvwJBr5g/s72-c/Love-Across-Time.jpg Three TIMELESS TALES of the power of love.

Love Across Time: A Collection
Amazon (ebook only)
Other ebook retailers*

1 - FOR ETERNITY

EVAN HAWKS was told to do his job and avoid the dumb door. And he almost succeeded. When a careless accident somehow bridges parallel universes, he's left with a lot of questions … and a beautiful woman who insists it's 1978.

EMILY MORROW was locking up the office for the night. But the handsome stranger on the other side of the file room says it's far into the future. 2012? He's crazy.

Yet, though time proves it true, things are not what they seem. Something sinister threatens the town, a common enemy from the past, whose presence in the future might separate them from true love forever.

2 - TALK LIKE A PIRATE

On an early morning run, IDELLE PRESCOTT saves the life of a man, lying inert on the beach, but she's unprepared for the story he tells. In his mind, it's 1674 and her hometown, St. Augustine, still belongs to the Spanish government. He's even dressed the part, in 17th century costume.

CAPTAIN JOHN SWITHIN pilots a hearty sloop with a smarmy crew of pirates under his command. On a personal mission into the city in the dead of night, he sees the growing storm along the coast as the perfect cover. He'll retrieve his grandfather's amulet and return with his two crewmates within a couple hours.

But forced to flee into the turbulent waves, what seems to be certain death, instead, sends him forward in time to an altered modern world and an independent woman determined to figure out how to help him survive. As the truth of what happened sinks in, one thing remains the same – the draw of a man to a woman and the timeless power of love.

3 - A LITTLE CHRISTMAS MAGIC: THE COWBOY AND THE LIBRARIAN

What if your book boyfriend came to life?

PAIGE RIDGEWAY moved away from home after a bad breakup with her longstanding boyfriend, Karl. A year has passed, yet she needs to prove herself as an independent woman more than ever. With a great job at a Central Florida library, her own comfy apartment, and a growing group of friends, she has all she needs for a new start.

Reading a paperback picked up at a discount table was supposed to be entertainment.

STERLING NEWCOMBE was just a name in a book, a fictional cowboy any woman would dream about. Until a strange occurrence involving a vintage book and a real encounter with one of Santa's elves. Now, with every chapter Paige reads, he comes to life. It's as if he speaks to her and they are searching for each other. Which, thinking logically, is ridiculous.

Yet, the meaning of it all comes full circle when she hears she isn't alone in her odd reading experience. Magical things can happen at Christmas, the healing of hearts, hope for the future, and maybe true love if she'll only believe.

*Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox, Bookshop


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

       
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-handsome-rockstar-lot-of-tattoos-god.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-4544971299825689433Mon, 26 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-01-26T06:30:00.110-05:00tattooedA handsome rockstar, a lot of tattoos, a God who’s bigger than he ever knew.He grasped the handle of her door and pulled it open. “I get it,” he said, his weight on his arms shaking the walker. “You’re better than me. You’re clean and pure, and I don’t deserve you. Fine. We’re agreed. But here’s the thing, you don’t get. I don’t know who hurt you, and I can’t possibly understand why because here I am trying my hardest to earn my way into your good graces. And not …” he paused, “not to get into your pants, though God knows I want that too. No, I want you, Charity Lang. You, the beautiful, intelligent, wonderful woman who did all of that for me, who tried to save a band she hadn’t heard of and didn’t know about, who put up with my frustrations over my inabilities, who told me God loved me.”

“So what then,” she said. “You end your career?”

He shifted the position of his hands on the walker. “I start over, but this time I do it with my wife by my side and God in my heart.” She folded her lip between her teeth.

He smiled at her. “Yes, that’s what I said. How about you get out of the car and come inside and explain to me exactly what I have to do?”

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TATTOOED
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•Also in paperback.

A handsome rockstar, a lot of tattoos, a God who’s bigger than he ever knew.

All the money and fame rock drummer Holden Lang possesses cannot fix his broken heart, nor the crippling disaster his body has become. He’s washed up, through playing, and in for a long road to recovery. Charity Caswell’s appearance at the side of his hospital bed is a gift. She’s willing to marry him and take on his care, no feelings involved.

Why didn’t she believe God could mend her broken heart?

Charity ran from home after her fiancé cheated on her, so striking a business deal with Holden is the best way to never hurt again. She’ll pose as his wife and save his reputation. He’ll get the physical help he needs.

Except the God she serves has bigger plans for both of them, and a startling pathway to get there. If they’ll open their eyes, step out in faith, and believe. A bold look at God’s willingness to heal the body, as well as the mind and the soul.

* Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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“So what then,” she said. “You end your career?”

He shifted the position of his hands on the walker. “I start over, but this time I do it with my wife by my side and God in my heart.” She folded her lip between her teeth.

He smiled at her. “Yes, that’s what I said. How about you get out of the car and come inside and explain to me exactly what I have to do?”

✿
TATTOOED
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*
•Also in paperback.

A handsome rockstar, a lot of tattoos, a God who’s bigger than he ever knew.

All the money and fame rock drummer Holden Lang possesses cannot fix his broken heart, nor the crippling disaster his body has become. He’s washed up, through playing, and in for a long road to recovery. Charity Caswell’s appearance at the side of his hospital bed is a gift. She’s willing to marry him and take on his care, no feelings involved.

Why didn’t she believe God could mend her broken heart?

Charity ran from home after her fiancé cheated on her, so striking a business deal with Holden is the best way to never hurt again. She’ll pose as his wife and save his reputation. He’ll get the physical help he needs.

Except the God she serves has bigger plans for both of them, and a startling pathway to get there. If they’ll open their eyes, step out in faith, and believe. A bold look at God’s willingness to heal the body, as well as the mind and the soul.

* Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/01/she-should-have-known-better.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-2319862775741037124Mon, 19 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-01-19T06:30:00.114-05:00Barrow Bros BridesShe should have known better ...
Jesus is the Healer of the soul. Through the Spirit, He heals the mind and sparks creativity. Just look at Christian music nowadays. There are some amazing young musicians out there, writing genres that would surprise you. Which brings me back to these books of mine. There are some stories left for me to write. When I will do this is unknown, but they aare there, and all to glorify the goodness of God which has rescued me from death and kept me from falling.

"For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling." (Psalms 116:8)

She Loves Me In The Spring: The Non-Honeymoon (Barrow Bros. Brides) Book 1
99 cents!
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Brielle Hensley had her future all planned out. She'd designed the perfect wedding, picked the most beautiful dress. From the reception to the start of her married life, she knew what came next. Standing at the altar, however, her groom nowhere in sight, all those plans crumbled around her. She should have known better. The last thing her fiancé would ever do was embrace commitment.

Bradford Barrow wanted to kill his younger brother for running out on his bride. He's not really that surprised, though. Being a husband, taking on the responsibility of having a wife, was far more something he'd do himself. He'd always been the dutiful son, the faithful employer. His entire life is about doing what's expected of him and checking off the tasks on his ever-present lists.

Yet, sent to make a formal apology the next day, he and Brielle make a rash decision - to go on her honeymoon together. She needs to shake off his brother's betrayal, and he needs to do something impulsive for once. Except, what begins innocently enough soon takes on a life of its own, and it could be that the acceptance they've both been looking for comes from the most spontaneous thing of all - love.

*Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

       
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Jesus is the Healer of the soul. Through the Spirit, He heals the mind and sparks creativity. Just look at Christian music nowadays. There are some amazing young musicians out there, writing genres that would surprise you. Which brings me back to these books of mine. There are some stories left for me to write. When I will do this is unknown, but they aare there, and all to glorify the goodness of God which has rescued me from death and kept me from falling.

"For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling." (Psalms 116:8)

She Loves Me In The Spring: The Non-Honeymoon (Barrow Bros. Brides) Book 1
99 cents!
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*
Also in paperback

Brielle Hensley had her future all planned out. She'd designed the perfect wedding, picked the most beautiful dress. From the reception to the start of her married life, she knew what came next. Standing at the altar, however, her groom nowhere in sight, all those plans crumbled around her. She should have known better. The last thing her fiancé would ever do was embrace commitment.

Bradford Barrow wanted to kill his younger brother for running out on his bride. He's not really that surprised, though. Being a husband, taking on the responsibility of having a wife, was far more something he'd do himself. He'd always been the dutiful son, the faithful employer. His entire life is about doing what's expected of him and checking off the tasks on his ever-present lists.

Yet, sent to make a formal apology the next day, he and Brielle make a rash decision - to go on her honeymoon together. She needs to shake off his brother's betrayal, and he needs to do something impulsive for once. Except, what begins innocently enough soon takes on a life of its own, and it could be that the acceptance they've both been looking for comes from the most spontaneous thing of all - love.

*Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

       
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/01/he-was-wealthiest-one-of-them-all.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-3121015253895532524Mon, 05 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-01-05T06:30:00.116-05:00billionaire boys clubHe was the wealthiest one of them all ... “Every kid needs to be loved,” she said, instead. “It’s what makes the world go round.”

He evidently had no comment about that because he opened the door and got out, but leaned his head inside. “My car?”

“Oh, right. You have a number?”

He nodded and his head disappeared. Taking out his wallet, he flicked her a business card between two fingers. “My private number’s on the back.”

She turned it over. “I’ll call. Should be late afternoon. I can pick you up if you like or bring it to you.”

“Sounds good. Goodbye, Miss Burckhardt.” He smiled at her, and this time it was different than the others. He looked … interested. Like a man gazing at a woman he admired.

Had to be in her head.

He turned and walked away, his steps firm and confident. The doorman tugged the large, glass entrance door open with a nod.

Flynn turned the business card over. She read the front once, twice, a lump forming in her throat. “Dear God in heaven, hallowed be thy name …” She muttered, her gaze returning to the now closed door.

That not only was one of the Billionaire Boys Club. He was the wealthiest one of them all. Calix Steele, the card read, President, Steele Enterprises, Inc.

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Steele (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 2
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Billionaire, Calix Steele has forever lived in the shadow his father cast when he died and the scarcity and neglect at the hands of his mother. Until he meets Flynn Burckhardt. She’s all the things he’s never looked for in a woman – independent, self-sufficient, and free. She shows him a different side of himself, a man able to stand up to the pressures of his life. But their mutual attraction has unexpected consequences that the secrets of his past might destroy once and for all.

"Other ebook retailers" includs: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox

*Also in paperback


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/939684101/0/blogspot/qjhu~He-was-the-wealthiest-one-of-them-all.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIebWYjT8_b_tKTT6bXy4ieCJAAsXdrtsJ4w6Dtt3q6S_RhVd9nLtgTig2h-ifAx-CXnz-0e8YC_22FSgJw_dqtXSvkCKHn0sdM5Le2BwEgGOhxGvRAYoarduy56rXjb-2IXS6iwWAbbjyvGhXGSnTppaTkDp_gKm7WVT-Plve7-3p3Unv51-dsuOEQbo/s72-c/Steele-original.jpg “Every kid needs to be loved,” she said, instead. “It’s what makes the world go round.”

He evidently had no comment about that because he opened the door and got out, but leaned his head inside. “My car?”

“Oh, right. You have a number?”

He nodded and his head disappeared. Taking out his wallet, he flicked her a business card between two fingers. “My private number’s on the back.”

She turned it over. “I’ll call. Should be late afternoon. I can pick you up if you like or bring it to you.”

“Sounds good. Goodbye, Miss Burckhardt.” He smiled at her, and this time it was different than the others. He looked … interested. Like a man gazing at a woman he admired.

Had to be in her head.

He turned and walked away, his steps firm and confident. The doorman tugged the large, glass entrance door open with a nod.

Flynn turned the business card over. She read the front once, twice, a lump forming in her throat. “Dear God in heaven, hallowed be thy name …” She muttered, her gaze returning to the now closed door.

That not only was one of the Billionaire Boys Club. He was the wealthiest one of them all. Calix Steele, the card read, President, Steele Enterprises, Inc.

✿

Steele (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 2
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*

Billionaire, Calix Steele has forever lived in the shadow his father cast when he died and the scarcity and neglect at the hands of his mother. Until he meets Flynn Burckhardt. She’s all the things he’s never looked for in a woman – independent, self-sufficient, and free. She shows him a different side of himself, a man able to stand up to the pressures of his life. But their mutual attraction has unexpected consequences that the secrets of his past might destroy once and for all.

"Other ebook retailers" includs: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox

*Also in paperback


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2026/01/wings-set.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-3439871886507760805Thu, 01 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +00002026-01-01T06:30:00.121-05:00WingsWings, The SetSara showed no sign of emotion on her face. He couldn’t decide if that was a cover for her thoughts or if she was still listening to the Creator speak. Her lack of any response, however, made Cindy angrier.

She pushed into Sara’s face. “What else can you do? Disappear? Cast a spell and you go up in a column of smoke?”

Angus reached for her, curling his hand over her sleeve. “Stop. Not here.” He spoke firm and gruff, but her resentment spiked.

Yanking free, she shoved him back, and his feet slipped on the pool coping, spiraling backward, he tumbled toward the pool. His mind whirled. At this distance, he’d hit his head, probably fall in as well, and unconscious, sink to the bottom. He prepared for the impact, his eyes squeezed shut, when nothing happened, opening them again, to see Sara hanging over top.

A deathly quiet claimed the crowd, and, Sara helping him upright, he scanned the line of frightened faces then dropped his gaze to his feet. His heart numbed, the beats chiming with no feeling at all. Water. There was nothing beneath him but water, only it bent beneath their weight and didn’t split.

From WINGS2

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An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts.

What reviewers are saying: “I actually learned more things about God than I already knew.” – “Wow this was such a powerful novel! There were so many spiritual truths washing over me as I read it! No way could I deny how touched I was by these truths written and how they can be applied to my own life.” – “This was an amazing book. I started reading it last night…and couldn't put it down!” – “Not the typical teenage love story or an angel love story.” – “I highly recommend this book!” – “Suzanne is a terrific writer who is very gifted with wisdom.”'

*"Other ebook retailers" includes Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox.


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www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/939538619/0/blogspot/qjhu~Wings-The-Set.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldHwBr4MvclTB9IuTQdyaPk3D1FxweCHJubqRvAHnv-nsJkDswLZZVmzejBc9oM0MtpK4rd2oOI8jVfKRzW6D1aK1TeluzjcTXlML93zaZsRL_Q0G8eeChXzNg7UeBqgOSZgtdtIP4BYKTCJb3LjqTplKw3GbX9Ufncl8v0Loj3mNn-1eyxxC5Hmj5d4/s72-c/Wings-The-Set-original.jpg Sara showed no sign of emotion on her face. He couldn’t decide if that was a cover for her thoughts or if she was still listening to the Creator speak. Her lack of any response, however, made Cindy angrier.

She pushed into Sara’s face. “What else can you do? Disappear? Cast a spell and you go up in a column of smoke?”

Angus reached for her, curling his hand over her sleeve. “Stop. Not here.” He spoke firm and gruff, but her resentment spiked.

Yanking free, she shoved him back, and his feet slipped on the pool coping, spiraling backward, he tumbled toward the pool. His mind whirled. At this distance, he’d hit his head, probably fall in as well, and unconscious, sink to the bottom. He prepared for the impact, his eyes squeezed shut, when nothing happened, opening them again, to see Sara hanging over top.

A deathly quiet claimed the crowd, and, Sara helping him upright, he scanned the line of frightened faces then dropped his gaze to his feet. His heart numbed, the beats chiming with no feeling at all. Water. There was nothing beneath him but water, only it bent beneath their weight and didn’t split.

From WINGS2

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Wings, The Set
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An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts.

What reviewers are saying: “I actually learned more things about God than I already knew.” – “Wow this was such a powerful novel! There were so many spiritual truths washing over me as I read it! No way could I deny how touched I was by these truths written and how they can be applied to my own life.” – “This was an amazing book. I started reading it last night…and couldn't put it down!” – “Not the typical teenage love story or an angel love story.” – “I highly recommend this book!” – “Suzanne is a terrific writer who is very gifted with wisdom.”'

*"Other ebook retailers" includes Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/12/godpleaser.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-3618083640998342639Mon, 08 Dec 2025 11:30:00 +00002025-12-08T06:30:00.122-05:00ResurrectionistsGodpleaser“Mom? Joe’s in the news.”

Veronica released the saucepan in the sink, and it floated to the bottom. She wrapped her hands in a dishtowel and made her way into the living room. A news program showed shaky footage of Josiah, shielded by other men, escaping inside a low-slung building.

“Turn it up,” she said.

The newsman stared into the camera, his expression blank. “Resurrectionist, Josiah Crews, the son-in-law of former president, Isaac Fielding, raised a man to life today, who’d been dead for three days. The event was witnessed by the funeral home director, Manfred Persons and his nephew, Phil.”

The footage cut to an old man in a gray suit, posed in front of a pair of large white double doors.

“He said he was there to pray,” the old man said. “I got nothing against prayin’, but it was like the whole room lit up … and I’m tellin’ you, that man was frozen!”

The scene moved to a medical doctor, wearing rumpled scrubs.

“Dr. Savage …” the newsman continued.

“Nice name,” Aleesa said.

Veronica shushed her, flapping one hand.

“… worked on the victim, Antonio Varelo, for an hour last Friday, to repair damage done from multiple gunshot wounds. Time of death was 8:35 p.m.”

“Too much bleeding,” the doctor said. “We couldn’t save him.”

The screen returned to the newsman’s candid face. “The perpetrator of the crime has not been caught. Police say the investigation is ongoing. We reached out to Mr. Crews and the head of the organization, Ben Mulhauser, but neither one has returned our phone calls.”

He paused. “This weekend is the big onion festival …”

Veronica reached for the remote and switched the TV off. “Three days,” she said, one hand pressed at the base of her throat. “That’s …”

“Awesome.”

It was awesome. But why did he do it?

✿

GODPLEASER (The Resurrectionists) Book 3
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Josiah Crews raised a man who’d been dead for three days and brought the Resurrectionists under intense scrutiny. When he’s chased down by a pair of gang members over it, he comes face-to-face with the man who stabbed him in the chest. But instead of causing more harm, the man wants a favor. Do this for him, and he’ll tell everything he knows.

Veronica Murray has decided to move back home to Eastwick, with her daughter’s approval. Giving her daughter a relationship with her dad is important. And for herself, being near Joe. The only snag is leaving their elderly neighbor behind. When the grandmotherly woman agrees to come with them, a search through her cluttered apartment turns up a story from the past that circles back around to the present. But what do the lives of men, who are dead and gone, have to do with who’s behind the current string of deaths? The answer, when it comes, might just cost Veronica her life.

*Includes: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      

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]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/932251826/0/blogspot/qjhu~Godpleaser.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpKQA65cUyKAjhwuDymQXRpoJhUVlI1YegbLQWAURWXqNYv4pld6EyKg1eRt9iVuq86HcIAzWlRNVkMwD1E6XHm41xrTDkwBviX48ntxKhFwBkPFyAfTJ-tGz4TsyPwtM536a2SK2lITJcnwJMRpVBS0mBNN7NvTiwBBJH-V11rUR_gMq9XXz1Iy4MUg/s72-c/Godpleaser-original.jpg “Mom? Joe’s in the news.”

Veronica released the saucepan in the sink, and it floated to the bottom. She wrapped her hands in a dishtowel and made her way into the living room. A news program showed shaky footage of Josiah, shielded by other men, escaping inside a low-slung building.

“Turn it up,” she said.

The newsman stared into the camera, his expression blank. “Resurrectionist, Josiah Crews, the son-in-law of former president, Isaac Fielding, raised a man to life today, who’d been dead for three days. The event was witnessed by the funeral home director, Manfred Persons and his nephew, Phil.”

The footage cut to an old man in a gray suit, posed in front of a pair of large white double doors.

“He said he was there to pray,” the old man said. “I got nothing against prayin’, but it was like the whole room lit up … and I’m tellin’ you, that man was frozen!”

The scene moved to a medical doctor, wearing rumpled scrubs.

“Dr. Savage …” the newsman continued.

“Nice name,” Aleesa said.

Veronica shushed her, flapping one hand.

“… worked on the victim, Antonio Varelo, for an hour last Friday, to repair damage done from multiple gunshot wounds. Time of death was 8:35 p.m.”

“Too much bleeding,” the doctor said. “We couldn’t save him.”

The screen returned to the newsman’s candid face. “The perpetrator of the crime has not been caught. Police say the investigation is ongoing. We reached out to Mr. Crews and the head of the organization, Ben Mulhauser, but neither one has returned our phone calls.”

He paused. “This weekend is the big onion festival …”

Veronica reached for the remote and switched the TV off. “Three days,” she said, one hand pressed at the base of her throat. “That’s …”

“Awesome.”

It was awesome. But why did he do it?

✿

GODPLEASER (The Resurrectionists) Book 3
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*

Josiah Crews raised a man who’d been dead for three days and brought the Resurrectionists under intense scrutiny. When he’s chased down by a pair of gang members over it, he comes face-to-face with the man who stabbed him in the chest. But instead of causing more harm, the man wants a favor. Do this for him, and he’ll tell everything he knows.

Veronica Murray has decided to move back home to Eastwick, with her daughter’s approval. Giving her daughter a relationship with her dad is important. And for herself, being near Joe. The only snag is leaving their elderly neighbor behind. When the grandmotherly woman agrees to come with them, a search through her cluttered apartment turns up a story from the past that circles back around to the present. But what do the lives of men, who are dead and gone, have to do with who’s behind the current string of deaths? The answer, when it comes, might just cost Veronica her life.

*Includes: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Tolino, Vivlio, Smashwords, Gardners, Fable, Everand, Overdrive, Odilio, cloudLibrary, Hooplan, BorrowBox


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/12/baptized.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-4895578379012351323Mon, 01 Dec 2025 11:30:00 +00002025-12-01T06:30:00.114-05:00BaptizedBaptizedThe latch released, and she flung the door open. Seeing Penn, she leapt upwards, and he caught her, his hands on her bottom, his mouth meeting hers. Entering, unasked, he kicked the door closed behind him and carried her across the room. He fell down where she’d been sitting, moment ago, his hands shifting to grip her cheeks.

“Best greeting ever,” he said, pulling away at last.

She smiled. “I missed you.”

His arms tightened around her. “And I missed you.”

Maybe that was love – the missing each other – then eventually you got to the point you couldn’t do it anymore.

“What’s for supper?” he asked.

She bounced to her feet. “Tonight, Señor, I’ve made enchiladas.”

“Muy bien,” Penn said.
Flicking her hair over her shoulders, she headed for the kitchen, hearing him rise and follow behind. Or maybe it was as simple as this, a meal shared between friends.

✿


Baptized
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Penn Saunders hit rock bottom two years ago when a nameless girl he’d partied with died in his bed. He changed that night. He returned home to live with his parents, get clean, and embrace God again. As a pastor’s son, renewing his faith also reaffirms his call into the ministry. But he has a long way to go before he gets there, and his first step is living on his own.

Morgan Gant thought she left her old life behind by moving hundreds of miles away. She’s starting over, building a successful online cosmetics business, and renting her own apartment. No one here will know what she did for a living, but most of all, she’ll never have to see the man who attacked her again. Meeting Penn, the neighbor across the hall, seems like another positive step. She needs to make friends and who better than the guy next door? Yet, when their feelings for each other grow, what they haven’t said, who he is as a Christian, clashes with the secret of what she’s survived, threatening, once more, to tear their lives apart.

*"Other Retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Overdrive, Smashwords, and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/930741476/0/blogspot/qjhu~Baptized.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3Lucvxp2nU0iL-QyDSTOHPX4BvNP1Gxw0eK0yfnquaep6Fb4s6tBsVwR4fTC1EXC8hjH63rLCKSU5pFPHxC4QuHUCOVkDduXovyP0Mjiwrzhy-txR5HAyeEtDuAL4i0NpHZV_ainluEy4m5cGHT-i9cS736cIkil8C_BqKSG8IBY2nfumNLwXIJz6gs/s72-c/Baptized-original.jpg The latch released, and she flung the door open. Seeing Penn, she leapt upwards, and he caught her, his hands on her bottom, his mouth meeting hers. Entering, unasked, he kicked the door closed behind him and carried her across the room. He fell down where she’d been sitting, moment ago, his hands shifting to grip her cheeks.

“Best greeting ever,” he said, pulling away at last.

She smiled. “I missed you.”

His arms tightened around her. “And I missed you.”

Maybe that was love – the missing each other – then eventually you got to the point you couldn’t do it anymore.

“What’s for supper?” he asked.

She bounced to her feet. “Tonight, Señor, I’ve made enchiladas.”

“Muy bien,” Penn said.
Flicking her hair over her shoulders, she headed for the kitchen, hearing him rise and follow behind. Or maybe it was as simple as this, a meal shared between friends.

✿



Penn Saunders hit rock bottom two years ago when a nameless girl he’d partied with died in his bed. He changed that night. He returned home to live with his parents, get clean, and embrace God again. As a pastor’s son, renewing his faith also reaffirms his call into the ministry. But he has a long way to go before he gets there, and his first step is living on his own.

Morgan Gant thought she left her old life behind by moving hundreds of miles away. She’s starting over, building a successful online cosmetics business, and renting her own apartment. No one here will know what she did for a living, but most of all, she’ll never have to see the man who attacked her again. Meeting Penn, the neighbor across the hall, seems like another positive step. She needs to make friends and who better than the guy next door? Yet, when their feelings for each other grow, what they haven’t said, who he is as a Christian, clashes with the secret of what she’s survived, threatening, once more, to tear their lives apart.

*"Other Retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Overdrive, Smashwords, and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/10/merry-christmas-from-florida.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-427450374540859438Mon, 27 Oct 2025 09:30:00 +00002025-10-27T05:30:00.116-04:00ChristmassoapedMerry Christmas From Florida
That had been hot and heavy, more about satisfying her flesh, than anything in her soul, and in the end, had left her as empty as she’d been when it’d begun. She wanted more than that now. She wanted security, and, the more she thought about it, the more Fletcher had become some sort of ideal. By exposing his doubts to her, he’d become so much stronger than any other man she’d met. Yet it would take more than being open with each other, more than an innocent attraction, more than one kiss to have what her parents had, years of love and trust.

She’d never considered herself ready for that, but now, looking at the last year with both eyes, she did. She wanted to fall in love. With him.



Merry Christmas From Florida
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Running south was supposed to solve her Christmas blues and heal her heart.

Fashion model, Whitney Hobart snuck off to Florida to solve her Christmas blues. A bad, extremely public breakup combined with endless rounds of holiday cheer seems like simply too much to endure. She’ll hide out at a small hotel on the coast, soak in the winter sunshine, and no one will be the wiser.

But when her secret gets out, the problems she’s tried to escape, multiply, and what’s supposed to be relaxing isn’t anymore. The only good thing remaining is hotel manager, Fletcher Collins. She finds in him a listening ear, a gentle hand, and maybe, just maybe, the greatest gift of all – love.

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Soaped. Only 99 cents!
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Caught up in a world of make believe, soap opera star Sloane Krieger has forgotten who she really is. What the world sees in her television character, a lying, cheating, hateful woman, is what she's become. When up-and-coming actor, Noah Lee, is hired as her love interest, she finds in him, after hours, something she's forgotten she could be - herself. But the hardest part of her life is yet to come, and the one thing she needs to fall in love just might be the one thing she can't quite accept. Forgiveness.

*"Other ebook retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Overdrive, Smashwords, and many more.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/926811041/0/blogspot/qjhu~Merry-Christmas-From-Florida.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilq1aK6o0rjuWJOnpa66tMqGnj4BNWIacwlksacNBHg35ca1ccSvoUnxBWsGACT0yAxz1c7kMdUWhSaLvAeBAGI6iBtxspH-2tDj2B7-Rj9JRWP9cyWi2jE15kDMnAdN5eR9qPVnVprmXiyQIQ0pMrfnD1Y3_zOghhGuW1gQ7Lesk0spliR5qNtYCywkI/s72-c/Merry-Christmas-From-Florida-original.jpg
That had been hot and heavy, more about satisfying her flesh, than anything in her soul, and in the end, had left her as empty as she’d been when it’d begun. She wanted more than that now. She wanted security, and, the more she thought about it, the more Fletcher had become some sort of ideal. By exposing his doubts to her, he’d become so much stronger than any other man she’d met. Yet it would take more than being open with each other, more than an innocent attraction, more than one kiss to have what her parents had, years of love and trust.

She’d never considered herself ready for that, but now, looking at the last year with both eyes, she did. She wanted to fall in love. With him.



Merry Christmas From Florida
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*
*in ebook and paperback

Running south was supposed to solve her Christmas blues and heal her heart.

Fashion model, Whitney Hobart snuck off to Florida to solve her Christmas blues. A bad, extremely public breakup combined with endless rounds of holiday cheer seems like simply too much to endure. She’ll hide out at a small hotel on the coast, soak in the winter sunshine, and no one will be the wiser.

But when her secret gets out, the problems she’s tried to escape, multiply, and what’s supposed to be relaxing isn’t anymore. The only good thing remaining is hotel manager, Fletcher Collins. She finds in him a listening ear, a gentle hand, and maybe, just maybe, the greatest gift of all – love.

ALSO CHECK OUT:
Soaped. Only 99 cents!
Amazon
Other ebook retailers*

Caught up in a world of make believe, soap opera star Sloane Krieger has forgotten who she really is. What the world sees in her television character, a lying, cheating, hateful woman, is what she's become. When up-and-coming actor, Noah Lee, is hired as her love interest, she finds in him, after hours, something she's forgotten she could be - herself. But the hardest part of her life is yet to come, and the one thing she needs to fall in love just might be the one thing she can't quite accept. Forgiveness.

*"Other ebook retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Overdrive, Smashwords, and many more.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/10/good-girl-jayne.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-4841622035323105342Mon, 06 Oct 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-10-06T06:30:00.118-04:00young adultGood Girl JayneMy heart was pounding out of my chest because, before today, I was as squeaky as they come. Straight A’s in school, my seat in the front row, I’d graduated with honors. I’d had an eight-to-five typing job and brought a brown bag lunch, something low fat and gluten free. I’d never been kissed and had definitely never had sex. In my daily life, I dotted all the i’s and crossed all the t’s.

But this was the end of good girl Jayne. No more halo. No more gold stars. I was being rebellious. And, right then, was about to throw up. This “being bad” was hard for me to do.




Good Girl Jayne
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Jayne Allhorn’s life is falling apart. She wrecked her car, broke her cell phone, and lost her job. But the biggest problem of all is her parent’s divorce. They’re so caught up in their troubles with each other that they’ve forgotten she exists. She’ll fix that. Stealing her mom’s credit card, she gives into her anger and sets out to become someone else. She’ll shave her head, get a tattoo, have her lip pierced. There is no more good girl Jayne.

Lauden Gould moved back to town, unable to deal with his dad’s infidelity. This time what his father’s done hit him personally. Running into Jayne, the cute girl from high school, refocuses his life, and helping her deal with her broken family proves to be the perfect way to forget his own. Yet, the more time goes on, the more people’s positive opinions of him simply don’t fit. He simply isn’t the good guy they think he is.

Clean YA Romance with a heart by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

*"Other Retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive, and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/925835597/0/blogspot/qjhu~Good-Girl-Jayne.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGK0hQsDLnOozNSBCL2L4mPSjbpBhItJwELU4wrPWtgAVEcRUWEv6JvcURzojhNUuHAHCgpyVNktg3T3MeGHTblvBuCpvu-vXuPMupsyUNIV0JxmtIWDCCUiksC4OIptxrMCd8yCfNj3qakBDOCIptfTbcScowwPxMGkgXWS6vNjygramJqjdSHcMDrng/s72-c/Good-Girl-Jayne-original.jpg My heart was pounding out of my chest because, before today, I was as squeaky as they come. Straight A’s in school, my seat in the front row, I’d graduated with honors. I’d had an eight-to-five typing job and brought a brown bag lunch, something low fat and gluten free. I’d never been kissed and had definitely never had sex. In my daily life, I dotted all the i’s and crossed all the t’s.

But this was the end of good girl Jayne. No more halo. No more gold stars. I was being rebellious. And, right then, was about to throw up. This “being bad” was hard for me to do.




Good Girl Jayne
99 cents!
Amazon
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Jayne Allhorn’s life is falling apart. She wrecked her car, broke her cell phone, and lost her job. But the biggest problem of all is her parent’s divorce. They’re so caught up in their troubles with each other that they’ve forgotten she exists. She’ll fix that. Stealing her mom’s credit card, she gives into her anger and sets out to become someone else. She’ll shave her head, get a tattoo, have her lip pierced. There is no more good girl Jayne.

Lauden Gould moved back to town, unable to deal with his dad’s infidelity. This time what his father’s done hit him personally. Running into Jayne, the cute girl from high school, refocuses his life, and helping her deal with her broken family proves to be the perfect way to forget his own. Yet, the more time goes on, the more people’s positive opinions of him simply don’t fit. He simply isn’t the good guy they think he is.

Clean YA Romance with a heart by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

*"Other Retailers" includes Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive, and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/09/give-me-texas-cowboys-of-double-r.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-6459801810633764500Mon, 22 Sep 2025 13:00:00 +00002025-09-22T09:00:00.117-04:00cowboydouble rGive Me Texas (Cowboys of the Double R) But in his mind’s eye, the place had changed. Nothing softened a man better than the touch of a woman. He knew this first hand and had sought the last five years to forget it.

There it was again, though. The warmth, the joy her laughter gave. The sparkle that kissed a man’s mind when he knew a woman had been around. And an ache in his heart where emptiness lived. He wanted to feel something again but feared the truth he’d tried to hide might ruin his chances.



Give Me Texas (Cowboys of the Double R) Book 4
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Dexter Tilford did the worst thing a man could do, he cheated on his bride and ran from town, leaving a trail of heartache behind him. Five years later, he’s gotten right with God but still carries around the guilt of his actions … and hasn’t repaired the rift it left between him and his family.

Wendy Halloran hasn’t dated since an old boyfriend dumped her for someone else, years ago. She’s poured her energies into working, instead, spending days and nights at the local dance-hall restaurant. A late-night encounter with Dex gives her a glimpse of what she’s been missing. She should let go and enjoy life more.

Yet trusting a man again proves hard to do, especially when there’s so much baggage between them, and soon, the secrets they haven’t shared send them, full circle, back to worst days of their lives. Only this time, it includes murder.

*Other retailers includes Apple, KOBO, Nook, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive, and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/925193525/0/blogspot/qjhu~Give-Me-Texas-Cowboys-of-the-Double-R.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnpt9t8RmguxfT69LP5btGVHET1SO_Z88qPSQXdHq8gYjWQ11oraN3oNDU8EKZeViGzGezzgpkIoDPyjlfVTuJ0QOMrfK2fU3BwYRSaK4ke1EEET9tqT2ugpNCyoyXyMOec_ykTdcdW1fPC-Qiq26RcBwzfrZqM97TLm-lBk0n8xKRnOxbnFhkCl2gWw/s72-c/Give-Me-Texas-original.jpg But in his mind’s eye, the place had changed. Nothing softened a man better than the touch of a woman. He knew this first hand and had sought the last five years to forget it.

There it was again, though. The warmth, the joy her laughter gave. The sparkle that kissed a man’s mind when he knew a woman had been around. And an ache in his heart where emptiness lived. He wanted to feel something again but feared the truth he’d tried to hide might ruin his chances.



Give Me Texas (Cowboys of the Double R) Book 4
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Dexter Tilford did the worst thing a man could do, he cheated on his bride and ran from town, leaving a trail of heartache behind him. Five years later, he’s gotten right with God but still carries around the guilt of his actions … and hasn’t repaired the rift it left between him and his family.

Wendy Halloran hasn’t dated since an old boyfriend dumped her for someone else, years ago. She’s poured her energies into working, instead, spending days and nights at the local dance-hall restaurant. A late-night encounter with Dex gives her a glimpse of what she’s been missing. She should let go and enjoy life more.

Yet trusting a man again proves hard to do, especially when there’s so much baggage between them, and soon, the secrets they haven’t shared send them, full circle, back to worst days of their lives. Only this time, it includes murder.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/08/suit-best-dressed-series-book-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-7210042226331708804Mon, 25 Aug 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-08-25T06:30:00.122-04:00Best-Dressed SeriesSuit (Best-Dressed Series) Book 1Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits ...

From Chapter 10:
So, he’d misjudged, and the food was a flop. That didn’t make the entire evening bad. The poetry would make up for it. She’d see he could be romantic if he thought about it.

A moderate crowd of disparate ages had arrived, an elderly gentleman sporting a tattered beanie, a collection of college students, looking like they’d skipped exams, and a pair of high schoolers, their eyes mostly on each other. They all lacked a certain polish, and he was grateful he’d avoided his suit.

The girl, who’d seated them, walked onstage. Gripping the mic stand with one hand, she leaned in and spoke in a surprisingly masculine tone. “Good evening. We have a treat for you tonight. Straight from the heart of the Big Apple, our own poet, Salvador Dominguez.”

She motioned to a man standing just offstage.

Salvador Dominguez was extremely tall with swarthy skin and a three-day beard. Heavy eyebrows slashed across his broad forehead lent him a menacing expression. He added to this by posturing. Extending his arms on either side of the mic stand, he closed his eyes and craned his head back toward the ceiling.

“Death,” he growled. “Darkness, crawling, seeping, draining away life. Life gone. Departed. Never to return. Clawing against the metallic taste, I struggle upwards, only to be dragged down again. It is all waste and vanity. Gone. Empty. Death.”

He bowed his head, his neck going slack, and applause spattered across the room.

Discomfort coiled up from Ludwig’s toes. Morbid. Not romantic. But maybe the next one would be better.

Salvador raised his head and took a bow then clasped his hands together at his chest. “In slimy things I find comfort …”
Suit (Best-Dressed Series) Book 1
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"Her eyelids pulled closed. More than anything else, she wanted romance.Romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for the woman he loved just because he loved her. And to live, for just one moment, the life of novels and fairytales."

Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not to mention a cushy job and anything else money can buy. The director at a well-known publication company, he’s surrounded himself with textbooks, encyclopedias, and educational materials. But when his boss puts him in charge of the new romance department, his life takes a dive. Romance? What man reads romance?

Writer, Kirsten Friedman’s, life has fallen apart. She’s lost custody of her son and is dead broke. When Ludwig saves her from drunken embarrassment, what starts out as his act of kindness turns into an amazing job offer. Perhaps, working for him, she can get her life back on track. But what seemed clear-cut soon proves to be much more complicated. Things at the publishing company aren’t as peaceful as they seem and the man she spends all her days with struggling with the very thing that keeps throwing them together – love.

*"Other Ebook Retailers" includes Apple, KOBO, Nook, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/923766605/0/blogspot/qjhu~Suit-BestDressed-Series-Book.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DXk-s6HBdWqyT48lZrsLEpFKMiCoBQ3bwNgt0f1LsgX-MxBoSkmWcj_dZ6N2BzQWnP8sz_UsNir1uzt2Ulu3Qzr8jatfS6GSSMUq-Ad0h3BHxUQC3yXbNelfrwBIb8oDNIv98QSuM9ia4YEyNALy0jNGcTALHKLSMva6cR0qMONRkB5ynaKZrawJNlc/s72-c/Suit-original.jpg Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits ...

From Chapter 10:
So, he’d misjudged, and the food was a flop. That didn’t make the entire evening bad. The poetry would make up for it. She’d see he could be romantic if he thought about it.

A moderate crowd of disparate ages had arrived, an elderly gentleman sporting a tattered beanie, a collection of college students, looking like they’d skipped exams, and a pair of high schoolers, their eyes mostly on each other. They all lacked a certain polish, and he was grateful he’d avoided his suit.

The girl, who’d seated them, walked onstage. Gripping the mic stand with one hand, she leaned in and spoke in a surprisingly masculine tone. “Good evening. We have a treat for you tonight. Straight from the heart of the Big Apple, our own poet, Salvador Dominguez.”

She motioned to a man standing just offstage.

Salvador Dominguez was extremely tall with swarthy skin and a three-day beard. Heavy eyebrows slashed across his broad forehead lent him a menacing expression. He added to this by posturing. Extending his arms on either side of the mic stand, he closed his eyes and craned his head back toward the ceiling.

“Death,” he growled. “Darkness, crawling, seeping, draining away life. Life gone. Departed. Never to return. Clawing against the metallic taste, I struggle upwards, only to be dragged down again. It is all waste and vanity. Gone. Empty. Death.”

He bowed his head, his neck going slack, and applause spattered across the room.

Discomfort coiled up from Ludwig’s toes. Morbid. Not romantic. But maybe the next one would be better.

Salvador raised his head and took a bow then clasped his hands together at his chest. “In slimy things I find comfort …”


Suit (Best-Dressed Series) Book 1
Only 99 cents!
Amazon
Other Ebook Retailers*

Also in paperback.

"Her eyelids pulled closed. More than anything else, she wanted romance.Romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for the woman he loved just because he loved her. And to live, for just one moment, the life of novels and fairytales."

Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not to mention a cushy job and anything else money can buy. The director at a well-known publication company, he’s surrounded himself with textbooks, encyclopedias, and educational materials. But when his boss puts him in charge of the new romance department, his life takes a dive. Romance? What man reads romance?

Writer, Kirsten Friedman’s, life has fallen apart. She’s lost custody of her son and is dead broke. When Ludwig saves her from drunken embarrassment, what starts out as his act of kindness turns into an amazing job offer. Perhaps, working for him, she can get her life back on track. But what seemed clear-cut soon proves to be much more complicated. Things at the publishing company aren’t as peaceful as they seem and the man she spends all her days with struggling with the very thing that keeps throwing them together – love.

*"Other Ebook Retailers" includes Apple, KOBO, Nook, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive and many others.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-coralee-chronicles.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-6779548099668975688Mon, 21 Jul 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-07-21T06:30:00.114-04:0099 centscoraleeThe Coralee ChroniclesFirst comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes mommy with a baby carriage

FROM BOOK 3:
Somehow, him saying it freed my tongue. And my temper. I stood to my feet and jabbed at his chest. “That’s right, Mr. Sexy. Mr. Blond-haired-green-eyed beefcake. And you did this to me. You and your charming, smooth-talking, persuasion.” I backed him into the hallway. “If you’d only have kept your shirt on.” I was huffing and puffing. “And your hands to yourself.”

“You used your hands on me, too,” he replied.

“Not the point.” I backed him toward the bedroom. “And then there’s the cologne. You know what that does to me.”

Always had done to me. The first time he’d worn it when I was hired at the shop I’d been reduced to a babbling idiot.

“You asked me to wear the cologne.”

“You could have refused.”

“We’re married. I like what it does to you.”

This was an interesting admission.

“You like me weak at the knees?”

“Maybe we should turn this around.” He grabbed hold of me and spun us in a circle. Now, I was the one with my back to the bed. I should have anticipated him doing that.

“Maybe if you didn’t have such great lips,” he said.


The Coralee Chronicles
All 3 Books for only 99 cents!
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Clean Teen Romance. The story of a girl and a boy and their continuing life.

Book 1 – THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI
The best way Coralee Pirtle can think of to be noticed by Roger Keen, is to show up at the big pool party in the right suit. Problem is, she doesn’t own one and hasn’t a dime to her name. Easily solved ... she’ll get a job.

Working alongside Roman Avery at the local hardware store isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but how hard can it be? Two weeks, one paycheck, and she’s set.

However, plans change, and the more time goes by, the less appealing Roger seems, and the more Roman Avery becomes the man of her dreams.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/921958703/0/blogspot/qjhu~The-Coralee-Chronicles.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOMBaYZpVMxhndaEamv57Ucxb9uNVHSedpV8U6yqkzu9YDxGhdIdYsmC2NMY-4guYHGWaS0Y1PZpK1G0TPH0AbchtUCt4_9gOLOuS21BTSzZYf-C-jU8vUl-YZbZ2Rcq9-MbZqg7OQJhf69DGqeRHxecwdOAWC6c44yGe-NCxRkA_ma_TXpeUd3B8jy0/s72-c/The-Coralee-Chronicles-The-Girl-In-The-Pink-Bikini-Series-original.jpg First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes mommy with a baby carriage

FROM BOOK 3:
Somehow, him saying it freed my tongue. And my temper. I stood to my feet and jabbed at his chest. “That’s right, Mr. Sexy. Mr. Blond-haired-green-eyed beefcake. And you did this to me. You and your charming, smooth-talking, persuasion.” I backed him into the hallway. “If you’d only have kept your shirt on.” I was huffing and puffing. “And your hands to yourself.”

“You used your hands on me, too,” he replied.

“Not the point.” I backed him toward the bedroom. “And then there’s the cologne. You know what that does to me.”

Always had done to me. The first time he’d worn it when I was hired at the shop I’d been reduced to a babbling idiot.

“You asked me to wear the cologne.”

“You could have refused.”

“We’re married. I like what it does to you.”

This was an interesting admission.

“You like me weak at the knees?”

“Maybe we should turn this around.” He grabbed hold of me and spun us in a circle. Now, I was the one with my back to the bed. I should have anticipated him doing that.

“Maybe if you didn’t have such great lips,” he said.


The Coralee Chronicles
All 3 Books for only 99 cents!
Amazon
Other ebook retailers (Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive, and many more)

Clean Teen Romance. The story of a girl and a boy and their continuing life.

Book 1 – THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI
The best way Coralee Pirtle can think of to be noticed by Roger Keen, is to show up at the big pool party in the right suit. Problem is, she doesn’t own one and hasn’t a dime to her name. Easily solved ... she’ll get a job.

Working alongside Roman Avery at the local hardware store isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but how hard can it be? Two weeks, one paycheck, and she’s set.

However, plans change, and the more time goes by, the less appealing Roger seems, and the more Roman Avery becomes the man of her dreams.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/07/play-it-for-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-8086540009874870762Mon, 14 Jul 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-07-14T06:30:00.114-04:00Italian SeriesPlay It For MeIt was the thread of a tune, the barest melody made up of only a handful of notes, most of them elongated to three or four measures each. Unlike the sounds of the past, however, these didn’t ask to be played. They didn’t even repeat themselves. But rang once and were done.

Niccolo stared upward in the early dawn, wishing them back, and strangely, they reformed on his fingers. He felt the strings compress, his muscles flex with the draw of the bow, his spine bend and straighten in involuntary response. Longing swept upward. Longing to play again. Longing to write something different, something new.

Luciano had said it was possible – to ask and God would make him what he wanted to be. They’d prayed together, yet he hadn’t understood it, not really.

Only now, his fingers relaxing on the mattress, the notes fading from hearing, it made perfect sense. God would not be outperformed by the actions of a single man. All the knowledge and study someone could acquire, all the talent and training, years of concerts, were as dust. Useless. Nonexistent.

No, God wanted His tune to be foremost. He desired to be preeminent, so that no one else could claim they’d created it. Not the cacophony of notes twirling in his head, but deliberate tones, each given their perfect place and time.

Niccolo shoved the bed covers aside and left his bedroom, following the path of the hall to the master at the end. Without knocking or announcing his entrance, he opened the door and strolled over to the bed. He shook Giovanni awake.

Startled, Gio gave a grunt and rushed to a sitting position. “Nic?”

“I’m ready,” Niccolo said.


FROM THE AUTHOR:

GOD WROTE the notes, pulling them up from the new life within him, and he honored them, spilling them out into the atmosphere with joyous abandon. A pianist rewrote the well-known tune, “Fur Elise,” and I had to turn your gazes here. In fact, the Spirit writes all styles of music, some we like and some we don’t, but it is that He anoints it which turns our hearts.

“Play It For Me” is the final book in the series but the most powerful, in my honest opinion. Tortured musician, Niccolo Cavatelli, comes from a powerful Italian family, who he doesn’t completely understand because their faith in a loving God doesn’t fit in with what he feels inside. I ask you to read his story and give that pianist, Alexander Joseph, a listen, too. Close your eyes and worship. Send gratitude to a generous Savior who laid down His life so the music we make will make sense. And check out another fabulous musicians' story by a dear friend, at the link below.

Fur Elise - Reimagined by Alexander Joseph

*****
PURCHASE "Play It For Me"

Amazon - https://amzn.to/4lT9zOB
Other ebook Retailers (Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Smashwords, and many others) - https://books2read.com/u/47v8Rm

He curled their values in his fist and tossed them away. They didn’t know what it was like to be him.

Niccolo Cavatelli, famous cellist, lives in a world filled with music. Yet the notes he hears day and night bring him no closer to the security he craves. Instead, they isolate and seclude him. Then Kati Dennis enters his life. Swept along by their mutual attraction, he writes his greatest song ever. One which, in one tragic moment, might just silence the music for both of them. Forever.

Another Good Book: https://amzn.to/4k0mnS8 Voice Of Truth by Dana Pratola

Seeking the truth brought them together ~ Finding the truth may tear them apart

Sophia Gallo is celebrated and adored by millions, but in her meteoric rise to fame, it may appear that she has forgotten the One who gave her the gift that made possible her life of wealth and glory. She hasn't forgotten. She's reminded every day as she endeavors to hide a secret that could change everything and expose her as the freak and outcast she always thought herself to be.

Cade Fioretti has never backed down from finding the truth, and he's not about to start now. It's his job and his passion. Sophia is beautiful, talented, and the subject of his next book; but she's hiding something. No matter what it takes, he's going to dig it up, and in the process learn all there is to know about this woman who has stolen his heart.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/921634454/0/blogspot/qjhu~Play-It-For-Me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEuRcdCPTVJDcCFHBqfiQogkjccI-ZAexQPlxeQP1C2N2NJyI6AuwsLZy-gWhpy9jpaEelaq_Pvx6y29VLlb6SC3FyeH5PlpiFko5TR-XgcreUlJxMz8gx56Jdx7ZSURFxInF__H8wKbBb43cAsh72wnGvyDunZ0V-F7XQUnISTC3ZY70013mYYYQN9Q/s72-c/Play-It-For-Me-original.jpg It was the thread of a tune, the barest melody made up of only a handful of notes, most of them elongated to three or four measures each. Unlike the sounds of the past, however, these didn’t ask to be played. They didn’t even repeat themselves. But rang once and were done.

Niccolo stared upward in the early dawn, wishing them back, and strangely, they reformed on his fingers. He felt the strings compress, his muscles flex with the draw of the bow, his spine bend and straighten in involuntary response. Longing swept upward. Longing to play again. Longing to write something different, something new.

Luciano had said it was possible – to ask and God would make him what he wanted to be. They’d prayed together, yet he hadn’t understood it, not really.

Only now, his fingers relaxing on the mattress, the notes fading from hearing, it made perfect sense. God would not be outperformed by the actions of a single man. All the knowledge and study someone could acquire, all the talent and training, years of concerts, were as dust. Useless. Nonexistent.

No, God wanted His tune to be foremost. He desired to be preeminent, so that no one else could claim they’d created it. Not the cacophony of notes twirling in his head, but deliberate tones, each given their perfect place and time.

Niccolo shoved the bed covers aside and left his bedroom, following the path of the hall to the master at the end. Without knocking or announcing his entrance, he opened the door and strolled over to the bed. He shook Giovanni awake.

Startled, Gio gave a grunt and rushed to a sitting position. “Nic?”

“I’m ready,” Niccolo said.


FROM THE AUTHOR:

GOD WROTE the notes, pulling them up from the new life within him, and he honored them, spilling them out into the atmosphere with joyous abandon. A pianist rewrote the well-known tune, “Fur Elise,” and I had to turn your gazes here. In fact, the Spirit writes all styles of music, some we like and some we don’t, but it is that He anoints it which turns our hearts.

“Play It For Me” is the final book in the series but the most powerful, in my honest opinion. Tortured musician, Niccolo Cavatelli, comes from a powerful Italian family, who he doesn’t completely understand because their faith in a loving God doesn’t fit in with what he feels inside. I ask you to read his story and give that pianist, Alexander Joseph, a listen, too. Close your eyes and worship. Send gratitude to a generous Savior who laid down His life so the music we make will make sense. And check out another fabulous musicians' story by a dear friend, at the link below.

Fur Elise - Reimagined by Alexander Joseph

*****

PURCHASE "Play It For Me"

Amazon - https://amzn.to/4lT9zOB
Other ebook Retailers (Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Smashwords, and many others) - https://books2read.com/u/47v8Rm

He curled their values in his fist and tossed them away. They didn’t know what it was like to be him.

Niccolo Cavatelli, famous cellist, lives in a world filled with music. Yet the notes he hears day and night bring him no closer to the security he craves. Instead, they isolate and seclude him. Then Kati Dennis enters his life. Swept along by their mutual attraction, he writes his greatest song ever. One which, in one tragic moment, might just silence the music for both of them. Forever.

Another Good Book: https://amzn.to/4k0mnS8 Voice Of Truth by Dana Pratola

Seeking the truth brought them together ~ Finding the truth may tear them apart

Sophia Gallo is celebrated and adored by millions, but in her meteoric rise to fame, it may appear that she has forgotten the One who gave her the gift that made possible her life of wealth and glory. She hasn't forgotten. She's reminded every day as she endeavors to hide a secret that could change everything and expose her as the freak and outcast she always thought herself to be.

Cade Fioretti has never backed down from finding the truth, and he's not about to start now. It's his job and his passion. Sophia is beautiful, talented, and the subject of his next book; but she's hiding something. No matter what it takes, he's going to dig it up, and in the process learn all there is to know about this woman who has stolen his heart.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/07/give-me-chocolate-and-jordan.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-8774618368805504332Mon, 07 Jul 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-07-07T06:30:00.112-04:00young adultGive Me Chocolate (And Jordan)In thinking on how to introduce this, I realized I have several options. I could focus on it being World Chocolate Day. That seems important to a chocolate lover like me. I could also mention it being "Young adult romance your mother can trust." All my YA is clean with godly morals and a hint of my own humor. But I decided to focus on Jesus who mixed with a day dedicated to chocolate makes me smile HUGE. All He needs to be better is a chocolate bar. I'm sure they have those in heaven.

But anywho ... that indelible image placed in my wallet, below is an excerpt from the book. I've placed a few other links at the bottom. You have my huge gratitude for reading this and supporting my writing.


Give Me Chocolate (And Jordan)
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Only one thing appeals to Sedona Keyes as much as chocolate – Jordan Merritt, her brother’s best friend. But her brother is against it, so in favor of family peace, she sets her feelings aside.

When a horrible car accident robs her of her memory, Jordan becomes the only person she’s sure of. She loves him, and he loves her. But what they have might not survive her brother’s continued hostility or the time and doubt steadily tearing their love apart.

EXCERPT:
“I actually hate it when I get this way,” I mumbled, my mouth full. “It’s like someone sautéed my insides in rancid oil and served them up with a plate of live eels.”

“That’s gross.”

Jordan’s voice came from behind. He was leaning on the kitchen doorframe. Man, he was fine. I stuffed the chocolate bar further in my mouth, aware I looked like a hog at the trough.

But then, if I’d seen him over the years, he’d seen me. He’d done all the things young boys typically do to girls a shade younger than them. I’d been picked on mercilessly, had pranks pulled on me, been shut out and closed off while they played games I was supposedly “too little” for. He was there the Christmas my Aunt Barb gave me my first bra, had walked into the laundry more than once and found me chest-deep in underwear. What memories I’d formed, he’d formed as well.

“But accurate,” I returned.

He gave a crooked smile.

“Maybe we shouldn’t trust you to drive.” This comment came from my brother who’d entered smelling like too much cologne. He was dressed for work, khaki slacks and a red polo shirt embroidered with the company logo.

“Where are you driving?” my mom asked.

I switched my gaze to her face. “The mall. I have to buy a birthday gift for Janene.”

“I can drive you.”

My head winged left. Had Jordan just offered to take me somewhere? I’d ridden in his Jeep before, but never alone. Always, Gary was there. Speaking of Gary, he didn’t look too happy Jordan had spoken, which was the other reason I had to get over my infatuation. Harmony. At no point in time, did Gary want to lose his best friend’s attention to his little sister, and I respected that.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gary said. “If she drives off the road, the road will see her coming and run.”

“Ha. Ha.” I made a face. I finished my candy bar and rose, tossing the wrapper in the trash can, then rinsed my fingers.

“Actually,” my mom said. “If Jordan could take you, I’d feel better.”

I twisted her direction, my hands tangled in the dish towel.

“I don’t like you going to the mall alone.”

At that moment, I wasn’t sure whether to crow because Mom had endorsed me being alone with Jordan or because my brother looked like he’d swallowed a toad.

“That is … if you don’t mind,” she said to Jordan.

“No problem. I have the day off.”

Her smile said she was grateful and pleased. My brother’s scowl said if she hadn’t been standing there, he would rupture. Ick. Not a pretty sight for anyone.

“It’s settled then. I have to visit your grandmother today anyhow and am leaving in about twenty minutes. This way I won’t have to worry.”

She worried a lot. Ever since my dad died, she’d taken on a lot of responsibilities that used to be his, and as a result, way more pressure. Gary did his part to alleviate some of it, as did I, and Jordan frequently told her he loved her. None of that brought my dad back, but at least, she knew she wasn’t alone.

“You go and forget about us,” I said. “Jordan will be my hero today.”

I caught eyes with him then, and that same tingling rush swept up my spine which said I was this close to something I had no clue how to stop. Gary’s face loomed into view over Jordan’s shoulder, and it wasn’t nice. But this wasn’t my fault … not Jordan volunteering, not my mom agreeing so easily. I glanced away. He didn’t have anything to get worked up over anyhow. Not like Jordan saw me as any more than he ever had, not like one trip to the mall would alter anything.

OTHER BOOKS:
Phenomenal - Amazon - Other Retailers
Pink - Amazon - Other Retailers


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/921285791/0/blogspot/qjhu~Give-Me-Chocolate-And-Jordan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimn3fyDGygkzYpeCx9xEKpGSAzw9PduGxXHPCC-afdzM-G2JFM2LNyX8EAL62B2hGwl3wAzqkveBGdTb6zfZHJqoCSfUZUqtSNk0H3TPJpiHdo0dBGvDU99bbf8kmBXF82RvaLBLAbDlfo1N4tFZwiiy991DvoSozIs_zHCgpObk5Djjf1ij38Xe4lJ0E/s72-w640-h320-c/the-collection2.jpg In thinking on how to introduce this, I realized I have several options. I could focus on it being World Chocolate Day. That seems important to a chocolate lover like me. I could also mention it being "Young adult romance your mother can trust." All my YA is clean with godly morals and a hint of my own humor. But I decided to focus on Jesus who mixed with a day dedicated to chocolate makes me smile HUGE. All He needs to be better is a chocolate bar. I'm sure they have those in heaven.

But anywho ... that indelible image placed in my wallet, below is an excerpt from the book. I've placed a few other links at the bottom. You have my huge gratitude for reading this and supporting my writing.


Give Me Chocolate (And Jordan)
Amazon
Other Retailers (Apple, Nook, KOBO, Scribd, Overdrive, Smashwords, and many others)

Only one thing appeals to Sedona Keyes as much as chocolate – Jordan Merritt, her brother’s best friend. But her brother is against it, so in favor of family peace, she sets her feelings aside.

When a horrible car accident robs her of her memory, Jordan becomes the only person she’s sure of. She loves him, and he loves her. But what they have might not survive her brother’s continued hostility or the time and doubt steadily tearing their love apart.

EXCERPT:
“I actually hate it when I get this way,” I mumbled, my mouth full. “It’s like someone sautéed my insides in rancid oil and served them up with a plate of live eels.”

“That’s gross.”

Jordan’s voice came from behind. He was leaning on the kitchen doorframe. Man, he was fine. I stuffed the chocolate bar further in my mouth, aware I looked like a hog at the trough.

But then, if I’d seen him over the years, he’d seen me. He’d done all the things young boys typically do to girls a shade younger than them. I’d been picked on mercilessly, had pranks pulled on me, been shut out and closed off while they played games I was supposedly “too little” for. He was there the Christmas my Aunt Barb gave me my first bra, had walked into the laundry more than once and found me chest-deep in underwear. What memories I’d formed, he’d formed as well.

“But accurate,” I returned.

He gave a crooked smile.

“Maybe we shouldn’t trust you to drive.” This comment came from my brother who’d entered smelling like too much cologne. He was dressed for work, khaki slacks and a red polo shirt embroidered with the company logo.

“Where are you driving?” my mom asked.

I switched my gaze to her face. “The mall. I have to buy a birthday gift for Janene.”

“I can drive you.”

My head winged left. Had Jordan just offered to take me somewhere? I’d ridden in his Jeep before, but never alone. Always, Gary was there. Speaking of Gary, he didn’t look too happy Jordan had spoken, which was the other reason I had to get over my infatuation. Harmony. At no point in time, did Gary want to lose his best friend’s attention to his little sister, and I respected that.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gary said. “If she drives off the road, the road will see her coming and run.”

“Ha. Ha.” I made a face. I finished my candy bar and rose, tossing the wrapper in the trash can, then rinsed my fingers.

“Actually,” my mom said. “If Jordan could take you, I’d feel better.”

I twisted her direction, my hands tangled in the dish towel.

“I don’t like you going to the mall alone.”

At that moment, I wasn’t sure whether to crow because Mom had endorsed me being alone with Jordan or because my brother looked like he’d swallowed a toad.

“That is … if you don’t mind,” she said to Jordan.

“No problem. I have the day off.”

Her smile said she was grateful and pleased. My brother’s scowl said if she hadn’t been standing there, he would rupture. Ick. Not a pretty sight for anyone.

“It’s settled then. I have to visit your grandmother today anyhow and am leaving in about twenty minutes. This way I won’t have to worry.”

She worried a lot. Ever since my dad died, she’d taken on a lot of responsibilities that used to be his, and as a result, way more pressure. Gary did his part to alleviate some of it, as did I, and Jordan frequently told her he loved her. None of that brought my dad back, but at least, she knew she wasn’t alone.

“You go and forget about us,” I said. “Jordan will be my hero today.”

I caught eyes with him then, and that same tingling rush swept up my spine which said I was this close to something I had no clue how to stop. Gary’s face loomed into view over Jordan’s shoulder, and it wasn’t nice. But this wasn’t my fault … not Jordan volunteering, not my mom agreeing so easily. I glanced away. He didn’t have anything to get worked up over anyhow. Not like Jordan saw me as any more than he ever had, not like one trip to the mall would alter anything.

OTHER BOOKS:
Phenomenal - Amazon - Other Retailers
Pink - Amazon - Other Retailers


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/06/its-men-like-uncle-cleavis-that-keep-us.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-1067006571038833099Mon, 30 Jun 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-07-15T09:19:58.104-04:00July 4ththe quarterIt’s men like Uncle Cleavis that keep us free.We are Americans because God set it so. He spoke to me one morning about the foundation of our country and its tie to Israel and revealed to me a truth I did not know. These UNITED States were the only ones to vote Israel should become a nation following World War II. Without the USA, there’d be no nation of Israel. (President Truman acknowledged Israel as a State the day they declared their independence, May May 14, 1948. See the National Archives.)

Jesus is a Jew. I’ve said this many times. We must know this. But Jesus is King of all nations, and I saw Him there. In another moment in time, before me on top of Mt. Rushmore, sat our King. There is no doubt in me that He holds power here, and knowing this eliminates all doubt of our safety, our prosperity, our mission. We, the church, have been given His heart. We are His love on display, and this crosses national boundaries. God’s children are everywhere on this earth.

Contrary to popular belief, though we are in what the Scriptures call “the latter days,” these are not days of overwhelming evil and violence. Even in Matthew 24, when Jesus speaks of what will come, He tells us the end does not come because of “wars and rumours of wars,” but when the gospel is spread to the world. God’s peace is so much greater than all the violence the hostile kingdom of darkness can dig up.

Look up today and say a prayer for our soldiers, who serve to protect and guide this nation. Celebrate the goodness of God to us. Then in a moment of quietness, remember those who died in America’s service. For upon their blood we stand.

★★★★★


The Quarter
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“What about your uncle?” Sandra asked. She and Ed had been helpful today, but silent while they talked.
The group stilled and heads hung low between tired knees.
“Uncle Cleavis,” Rylie said, her eyes on the treetops. “God bless Uncle Cleavis and bring him home.”
“Amen,” the group said.
“Too bad Daddy’s not here.”
Rylie glanced at her sister. Prissy’d been quiet most of the time, helping some and not helping others, so this was the first remark she’d made. “He adored his brother, said going to Vietnam was an honor reserved for that special few God selected.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You hear the story of what happened to him.”
No one moved, and it was as if time suspended. If they’d heard the story, they weren’t about to say so. This was something that needed to be said, a tale told on the lips of a girl who’d never known him, but loved him for her father’s sake.
“They kept him in a cage in the jungle for two years ’til his legs wouldn’t work, and he lay there in his own filth rotting day by day. They figured that out by similar accounts from other POWs. That, and he was buried nearby. They figure he was taken out of the cage at some point, but of course, no one knows exactly what happened then. But stories circulate of men bein’ buried up to their necks in the ground and suffocatin’ for the pressure of the mud on their chests.”
The heads hung lower and the oppressive heat weighted them all.
“No offense,” she said to Colton.
He waved his hand, dismissive.
“You bein’ the hero and all, and I get you almost died. But it’s men like Uncle Cleavis that keep us free.”

OTHER PATRIOTIC BOOKS I'VE WRITTEN:
Stephen & Adele (Missing) - Amazon - Other Retailers
He Was A Soldier: A Christian Romance - Amazon - Other Retailers



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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/920944835/0/blogspot/qjhu~It%e2%80%99s-men-like-Uncle-Cleavis-that-keep-us-free.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsLCFyBoeXh2c8Baiqnj0w6YKTKn2ytfZ39jQv8LAhSsOUaCFoNnVxYR3C-xkBYiHOuLfenXMgLP7YUL0MajRsYAuWeKA5exB_LWDpCELZ-TjeqNwC8VflsC4tSa39RNKsQ2xmxyGnneT7zWaMrGNkz3GMz8QUwv8LvYF7Wdi1J0ec7EkscJPAT0IudI/s72-c/The-Quarter-original.jpg We are Americans because God set it so. He spoke to me one morning about the foundation of our country and its tie to Israel and revealed to me a truth I did not know. These UNITED States were the only ones to vote Israel should become a nation following World War II. Without the USA, there’d be no nation of Israel. (President Truman acknowledged Israel as a State the day they declared their independence, May May 14, 1948. See the National Archives.)

Jesus is a Jew. I’ve said this many times. We must know this. But Jesus is King of all nations, and I saw Him there. In another moment in time, before me on top of Mt. Rushmore, sat our King. There is no doubt in me that He holds power here, and knowing this eliminates all doubt of our safety, our prosperity, our mission. We, the church, have been given His heart. We are His love on display, and this crosses national boundaries. God’s children are everywhere on this earth.

Contrary to popular belief, though we are in what the Scriptures call “the latter days,” these are not days of overwhelming evil and violence. Even in Matthew 24, when Jesus speaks of what will come, He tells us the end does not come because of “wars and rumours of wars,” but when the gospel is spread to the world. God’s peace is so much greater than all the violence the hostile kingdom of darkness can dig up.

Look up today and say a prayer for our soldiers, who serve to protect and guide this nation. Celebrate the goodness of God to us. Then in a moment of quietness, remember those who died in America’s service. For upon their blood we stand.

★★★★★


The Quarter
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“What about your uncle?” Sandra asked. She and Ed had been helpful today, but silent while they talked.
The group stilled and heads hung low between tired knees.
“Uncle Cleavis,” Rylie said, her eyes on the treetops. “God bless Uncle Cleavis and bring him home.”
“Amen,” the group said.
“Too bad Daddy’s not here.”
Rylie glanced at her sister. Prissy’d been quiet most of the time, helping some and not helping others, so this was the first remark she’d made. “He adored his brother, said going to Vietnam was an honor reserved for that special few God selected.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You hear the story of what happened to him.”
No one moved, and it was as if time suspended. If they’d heard the story, they weren’t about to say so. This was something that needed to be said, a tale told on the lips of a girl who’d never known him, but loved him for her father’s sake.
“They kept him in a cage in the jungle for two years ’til his legs wouldn’t work, and he lay there in his own filth rotting day by day. They figured that out by similar accounts from other POWs. That, and he was buried nearby. They figure he was taken out of the cage at some point, but of course, no one knows exactly what happened then. But stories circulate of men bein’ buried up to their necks in the ground and suffocatin’ for the pressure of the mud on their chests.”
The heads hung lower and the oppressive heat weighted them all.
“No offense,” she said to Colton.
He waved his hand, dismissive.
“You bein’ the hero and all, and I get you almost died. But it’s men like Uncle Cleavis that keep us free.”

OTHER PATRIOTIC BOOKS I'VE WRITTEN:
Stephen & Adele (Missing) - Amazon - Other Retailers
He Was A Soldier: A Christian Romance - Amazon - Other Retailers



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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/06/reflections.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-4229474608428128152Mon, 09 Jun 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-06-09T06:30:00.124-04:00young adultReflections
I am also a reflection of my heavenly Father, whose kindness and gentleness sent Jesus to earth, to reveal Him to us. What could not be seen before then can be seen clearly now. On the cross, hung the Son of God, who did nothing of His own will but only what Dad would do. In this modern age, we are all about letting our kids stretch their wings, but Jesus shows us another way. Instead of carving their own path, our children should follow able in our well-marked footsteps.

Well-marked because they look just like Jesus.

~~~~~

Love In Lilac
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"I can’t possibly go back to my life before Lilac.”

Apollo Adderly was the most beautiful sight a girl could ever behold, and he just might make this false vacation worth all the trouble for Liane Arnoult. Dragged off to see her father, she has no intention of accepting his apology. What he’s done is simply unforgiveable.

Yet maybe in matters of the heart, she doesn’t know everything she should, and maybe this boy she’s come to adore, who fondly named her Lilac, will teach her the most important lesson of all. The lasting power of love.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
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I am also a reflection of my heavenly Father, whose kindness and gentleness sent Jesus to earth, to reveal Him to us. What could not be seen before then can be seen clearly now. On the cross, hung the Son of God, who did nothing of His own will but only what Dad would do. In this modern age, we are all about letting our kids stretch their wings, but Jesus shows us another way. Instead of carving their own path, our children should follow able in our well-marked footsteps.

Well-marked because they look just like Jesus.

~~~~~

Love In Lilac
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"I can’t possibly go back to my life before Lilac.”

Apollo Adderly was the most beautiful sight a girl could ever behold, and he just might make this false vacation worth all the trouble for Liane Arnoult. Dragged off to see her father, she has no intention of accepting his apology. What he’s done is simply unforgiveable.

Yet maybe in matters of the heart, she doesn’t know everything she should, and maybe this boy she’s come to adore, who fondly named her Lilac, will teach her the most important lesson of all. The lasting power of love.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/05/we-remember.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-5502997192588678559Mon, 26 May 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-05-26T06:30:00.153-04:00memorial dayWe RememberTotal U.S. Soldier Deaths By War
American Revolution, 4,435
War of 1812, 2,260
Indian Wars, projection 1,000
Mexican War, 1,733
American Civil War, 140,414 (union), 74,524 (confederate)
Spanish American War, 385
World War I, 53,402
World War II, 291,557
Korean War, 33,739
Vietnam War, 47,434
Gulf War, 143
Global War on Terror, 6,930

*These figures are from this link and are battle deaths. They do not include other deaths caused by war.
Stephen & Adele (Missing)
99 Cents
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Adele Davis' husband never returned from Vietnam. In seeking healing for his loss, she finds new love with handsome Stephen Sanders. But in a seemingly cruel twist of heart, all she's overcome rushes back in at her in his memories.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/918991529/0/blogspot/qjhu~We-Remember.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF91NlOV5m_CiHGj6PcRJLxm3zfZerzQFCzQn2fGNTop3rKnn1Y1dmGtfOQQGw34eZ0rn8c5m2EmzXmR56TlZwQETeFhzfq-Uqvn-nsQ2S-Er7WW9gTc9Yc8WCZS8F4hoSXJwRDH_TXZtiDu14wJ980nhCRH866NobYqKmbwfZEfEG51or8qKvHXdkug/s72-c/missing-single.jpg Total U.S. Soldier Deaths By War
American Revolution, 4,435
War of 1812, 2,260
Indian Wars, projection 1,000
Mexican War, 1,733
American Civil War, 140,414 (union), 74,524 (confederate)
Spanish American War, 385
World War I, 53,402
World War II, 291,557
Korean War, 33,739
Vietnam War, 47,434
Gulf War, 143
Global War on Terror, 6,930

*These figures are from this link and are battle deaths. They do not include other deaths caused by war.


Stephen & Adele (Missing)
99 Cents
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Adele Davis' husband never returned from Vietnam. In seeking healing for his loss, she finds new love with handsome Stephen Sanders. But in a seemingly cruel twist of heart, all she's overcome rushes back in at her in his memories.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/05/motherly-advice.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-3573795723391242283Thu, 08 May 2025 12:50:00 +00002025-05-08T08:50:51.724-04:00mother's daysuperhumanMotherly Advice
My mother (infant), her mother, her grandmother, and her great grandmother

Here is where I write something succinct about motherhood, where I repeat what others have said for generations. Except my heart never leads in that direction. I’ve written about my mother in past years. She is dear to me. My thoughts always turn to my grandmother, who passed in 2008. I love her so much still. And I must circle my aunt into this. She and I spent so much time together. She is like a mother to me. In an aunt kinda way. But I think more than anything what comes up in me today is my daughter, who has become a truly beautiful woman.

Aw, shucks, Suzanne.

But it’s true, and my one piece of motherly advice to anyone reading is to let them shine as themselves. I have taken a stance that if she needs it, I’ll provide it. If she asks me to go or to do, I will go and do. If she likes it, then it’s okay with me. If she wears it or buys it, I’ll appreciate it. And if I see a place in her which God should fill, then I’ll keep praying. Because God knows her heart, her every thought and intent, and He can fix it.

I say this to you, He knows even the heart of those without Him. Don’t let their lack of God stop you from love. But place them, once more, on the altar of His love and speak truth over them in your secret place. Then when you are with them, refrain from criticism and, to some extent, correction. My daughter tells me of her life because it is valuable to me, and that is where this briefly ends. Because I am a daughter, and my mother is a daughter, and my aunt is a daughter. And those who went ahead of us nurtured us in this manner. If yours did not, then I am sorry. May God give to you that one to take her place, to tell you that you are good just as you are, and where you aren’t, may God smooth all the wrinkles away and tell you that that dress looks great on you, those shoes go with it perfectly, and that talent you have to sing or to sew or to grow beautiful things is what He gave you, so that all will know you are His.

***

The Child (Superhuman) Book 5
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Superhuman Stryke Dawkins has billions of dollars at his disposal. He can buy what he wants and go wherever he chooses without any struggle. Yet the poison beneath his skin has given him a solitary existence. It’s better to live alone than risk innocent lives.

Margot Fischer volunteered for a scientific study that promised her a child. Though the premise was strange, she has so much love to give and a wonderful example of parenting in the memory of her deceased mother. She can mold this young life placed in her hands and create a happy future for them both.

But when an attack on her unborn child’s life thrusts her and Stryke together, it seems the truth behind the baby’s conception links directly to the Dawkins brothers’ genetic history, and a truth about the child’s existence that someone will stop at nothing to hide.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> https://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/917958845/0/blogspot/qjhu~Motherly-Advice.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams)0 https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihBEwdfLhe_CDflU0BZ5eUUrWre6C7DEK11PEWAEmvzukgbmxFH7sRQVvb655KPATA8n0mZTx9njQqxY3v1yrqFqFm5ZDWpsarTS3MJIjbz49SwxQazpQb0NcjGLwAHYpim95v5wikgbiGtOaYPVMOh-0d4E4nEoCzVtBBJoe0Q75bY-9ZsH6kYzVefM/s72-w640-h363-c/Image%2011.jpg
My mother (infant), her mother, her grandmother, and her great grandmother

Here is where I write something succinct about motherhood, where I repeat what others have said for generations. Except my heart never leads in that direction. I’ve written about my mother in past years. She is dear to me. My thoughts always turn to my grandmother, who passed in 2008. I love her so much still. And I must circle my aunt into this. She and I spent so much time together. She is like a mother to me. In an aunt kinda way. But I think more than anything what comes up in me today is my daughter, who has become a truly beautiful woman.

Aw, shucks, Suzanne.

But it’s true, and my one piece of motherly advice to anyone reading is to let them shine as themselves. I have taken a stance that if she needs it, I’ll provide it. If she asks me to go or to do, I will go and do. If she likes it, then it’s okay with me. If she wears it or buys it, I’ll appreciate it. And if I see a place in her which God should fill, then I’ll keep praying. Because God knows her heart, her every thought and intent, and He can fix it.

I say this to you, He knows even the heart of those without Him. Don’t let their lack of God stop you from love. But place them, once more, on the altar of His love and speak truth over them in your secret place. Then when you are with them, refrain from criticism and, to some extent, correction. My daughter tells me of her life because it is valuable to me, and that is where this briefly ends. Because I am a daughter, and my mother is a daughter, and my aunt is a daughter. And those who went ahead of us nurtured us in this manner. If yours did not, then I am sorry. May God give to you that one to take her place, to tell you that you are good just as you are, and where you aren’t, may God smooth all the wrinkles away and tell you that that dress looks great on you, those shoes go with it perfectly, and that talent you have to sing or to sew or to grow beautiful things is what He gave you, so that all will know you are His.

***

The Child (Superhuman) Book 5
Amazon
Other ebook retailers

Superhuman Stryke Dawkins has billions of dollars at his disposal. He can buy what he wants and go wherever he chooses without any struggle. Yet the poison beneath his skin has given him a solitary existence. It’s better to live alone than risk innocent lives.

Margot Fischer volunteered for a scientific study that promised her a child. Though the premise was strange, she has so much love to give and a wonderful example of parenting in the memory of her deceased mother. She can mold this young life placed in her hands and create a happy future for them both.

But when an attack on her unborn child’s life thrusts her and Stryke together, it seems the truth behind the baby’s conception links directly to the Dawkins brothers’ genetic history, and a truth about the child’s existence that someone will stop at nothing to hide.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/05/robin-only-99-cents.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-1971597516203131999Mon, 05 May 2025 04:00:00 +00002025-05-05T00:00:00.334-04:00billionaire boys clubRobin - Only 99 Cents

Robin (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 5
99 cents
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IF YOU LOVED ATLAS, you will love Robin. I never intended this to be a series. I wrote ATLAS just to take a stab at the billionaire romance genre. Then Steele came along, and the storylines kept going. I do hope you'll read this story. As with all my books, God's grace is at the center. His forgiveness is as far as the east from the west. - Suzanne

BLURB: She was, in everyday terms, a gold digger, but she liked to think she had a good heart. Maybe she didn’t though. Maybe in latching onto the idea she could become more than stupid Parker Rousch, the thought she could be in the stories Martina had told about her brother, maybe at that moment she’d lost what heart she had. Because fairytales didn’t happen in real life and girls that daydreamed about falling in love with Prince Charming via entertainment magazines were sure to be disappointed.

Twenty-two year old cartoonist Parker Rousch dropped out of college and moved to Florida to chase an impossible dream – to meet billionaire Robin Spelding. She’s spent hours, days, daydreaming about living the rich life, devouring everything there is to know about him. Landing a nearby job at a well-known editorial newspaper came as a huge break. Never mind, it’s the competition, the owner with a beef against her fantasy man.

Robin Spelding went from a boy walking to school, picked on by bullies, to the man he is today through determination and hard work. Running one of the largest security companies in the nation, having clients like Atlas Bellamy, has put him on the map. He is somebody now with the power to have anything he wants, including a taste for married women.

But when cute, perky Parker drops into his life, his secret trysts prove to be far more public than he knew and the man he’s become, ugly and sordid. Changing his public reputation is possible with her by his side, though, and maybe sharing a piece of his heart as well. Unless the danger that brought them together, an overheard threat at her place of employment, snuffs out their promising future.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
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Robin (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 5
99 cents
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IF YOU LOVED ATLAS, you will love Robin. I never intended this to be a series. I wrote ATLAS just to take a stab at the billionaire romance genre. Then Steele came along, and the storylines kept going. I do hope you'll read this story. As with all my books, God's grace is at the center. His forgiveness is as far as the east from the west. - Suzanne

BLURB: She was, in everyday terms, a gold digger, but she liked to think she had a good heart. Maybe she didn’t though. Maybe in latching onto the idea she could become more than stupid Parker Rousch, the thought she could be in the stories Martina had told about her brother, maybe at that moment she’d lost what heart she had. Because fairytales didn’t happen in real life and girls that daydreamed about falling in love with Prince Charming via entertainment magazines were sure to be disappointed.

Twenty-two year old cartoonist Parker Rousch dropped out of college and moved to Florida to chase an impossible dream – to meet billionaire Robin Spelding. She’s spent hours, days, daydreaming about living the rich life, devouring everything there is to know about him. Landing a nearby job at a well-known editorial newspaper came as a huge break. Never mind, it’s the competition, the owner with a beef against her fantasy man.

Robin Spelding went from a boy walking to school, picked on by bullies, to the man he is today through determination and hard work. Running one of the largest security companies in the nation, having clients like Atlas Bellamy, has put him on the map. He is somebody now with the power to have anything he wants, including a taste for married women.

But when cute, perky Parker drops into his life, his secret trysts prove to be far more public than he knew and the man he’s become, ugly and sordid. Changing his public reputation is possible with her by his side, though, and maybe sharing a piece of his heart as well. Unless the danger that brought them together, an overheard threat at her place of employment, snuffs out their promising future.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/04/if-i-were-rich-man-or-irish.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-474575324710377106Mon, 28 Apr 2025 10:30:00 +00002025-04-28T06:30:00.123-04:00billionaire boys clubThe Florida IrishIf I Were A Rich Man - Or Irish

Atlas
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She pulled her head back, and the expression she gave him spiraled down into his shoes. He’d blown it … He’d assumed once he held her close, she’d give in to the attraction growing between them. Yet there it was on her face. She wasn’t after his money or his status. It’d take way more than either one of those to win her over.

Millionaire playboy Atlas Bellamy never met a woman he couldn’t have. Until Meghan Moralez. An accomplished doctor with a thriving practice, she’s not swayed by his money or charm and, seemingly, well able to walk away. Then a twist of circumstance thrusts them together again, and his determination rises. He knows how to win her over. All it’ll take is a little time and patience. Except what time he thought he had, he doesn’t anymore, and his chance at true love might just be fading away.

~♥~
Also, look for LOVE & REDEMPTION (The Florida Irish) Book 1, now FREE as an ebook. At Amazon or at other ebook retailers.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
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Atlas
99 cents
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She pulled her head back, and the expression she gave him spiraled down into his shoes. He’d blown it … He’d assumed once he held her close, she’d give in to the attraction growing between them. Yet there it was on her face. She wasn’t after his money or his status. It’d take way more than either one of those to win her over.

Millionaire playboy Atlas Bellamy never met a woman he couldn’t have. Until Meghan Moralez. An accomplished doctor with a thriving practice, she’s not swayed by his money or charm and, seemingly, well able to walk away. Then a twist of circumstance thrusts them together again, and his determination rises. He knows how to win her over. All it’ll take is a little time and patience. Except what time he thought he had, he doesn’t anymore, and his chance at true love might just be fading away.

~♥~
Also, look for LOVE & REDEMPTION (The Florida Irish) Book 1, now FREE as an ebook. At Amazon or at other ebook retailers.

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
]]> http://suzannedwilliamsauthor.blogspot.com/2025/03/3-rich-girls-3-ordinary-boys-now-also.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940802808983310325.post-2964034603729519433Sun, 02 Mar 2025 21:00:00 +00002025-03-02T16:00:00.227-05:00fabulous3 Rich Girls. 3 Ordinary Boys - Now also in paperback!

Fabulous, The Series
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Book 2
She seemed to consider this, her frown deepening. “You want a spin in the car? I’ll drive you around the block, and we’ll call it even.”

Joey wrinkled his brow. The car? “The car’s great,” he said, “but it’s the girl I’m admiring.”

Ariel Veich grew up in a billionaire’s world, the Veich family name well-known in upper social circles. Influence, esteem, and prestige, all things she’s used to. As well as opportunists, people only after her friendship for what they can get out of it. She’s learned to protect herself and keep her distance from onlookers.

Until she meets Joey Randolph. They’re from two different worlds, yet with one unexpected kiss, he tears down the wall she’s spent so much time building. When what she knows about herself comes crumbling down as well, it could be that this new love of her life isn’t the boy of her dreams after all.

Clean romance for teens.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
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Fabulous, The Series
Now also in paperback!
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Book 2
She seemed to consider this, her frown deepening. “You want a spin in the car? I’ll drive you around the block, and we’ll call it even.”

Joey wrinkled his brow. The car? “The car’s great,” he said, “but it’s the girl I’m admiring.”

Ariel Veich grew up in a billionaire’s world, the Veich family name well-known in upper social circles. Influence, esteem, and prestige, all things she’s used to. As well as opportunists, people only after her friendship for what they can get out of it. She’s learned to protect herself and keep her distance from onlookers.

Until she meets Joey Randolph. They’re from two different worlds, yet with one unexpected kiss, he tears down the wall she’s spent so much time building. When what she knows about herself comes crumbling down as well, it could be that this new love of her life isn’t the boy of her dreams after all.

Clean romance for teens.


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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com

      
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