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Heaven & Hell

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 10:30:00 +0000

His face changed then, his expression deepening. He seated himself in front of her, his knees tented. “Beneath that bonnet is a young girl longing to get out.”

She reached up, unthinking, and tightened the strings.

“I can see her face, how pretty it is, but am wondering why she’s so afraid of the rest of her being seen.”

Serefina wrapped one arm across her chest and clasped it over the other, stifling a shiver. He wouldn’t understand that he was the reason. To avoid the fires of hell, she must continually fight against her sinful nature, only by avoiding temptation could she remain pure, because she’d been particularly singled out. The only sign she needed of that truth was her hair.

Matthew sighed and hung his head. “Very well. Have it your way.” He straightened his legs and lay back on the compacted soil. “Think I’ll take a nap if you don’t mind.”

Still, she said nothing, but after he’d dozed off, stared at him longer than she had before. Surely, there was nothing wrong with looking at a man, so long as she made no attempt to go any further.

She curved one hand at her throat and counted the beats of her heart.

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Penniless and alone, Serefina Aguilar has nowhere to go but south to an unknown uncle her recently deceased aunt only ever spoke unkindly about. It seems the downward spiral of her life really is the spiritual test she’s been told. But, as long as she covers her greatest sin, the flaming red locks on her head, she can keep herself pure and make it to heaven. She hopes.

Except a horrible encounter with a bank robber and a handsome man named Matthew Todd seem destined to send her to hell … and worse, take along with her what might be her only chance at love.

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Eight To One (The Life and Times of Lucas McGilley)

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 10:30:00 +0000

Marcus started it by telling stories of their youth, all of which ended up being about him.

“The life and times of Lucas McGilley,” he said, as if it were a headline.

Lucas fixed a firm gaze on him, willing him to stop. But he didn’t.

“Lucas McGilley, the malefactor of previous criminal escapades today left a tack on Miss Simpson’s chair,” he continued, adopting a deepened voice. “Miss Simpson has declined to press charges.”

“Oh, oh, I got one,” James said, right on Marcus’ heels. “Lucas McGilley has been found responsible for throwing a wad of paper at Preacher Kaskin’s head while he bent in prayer.”

“Lucas McGilley put a snake in the lunch bag of Fran Pierce, causing her to faint,” William chipped in.

“A snake?” Iris asked, her eyes widening.

“Great big black racer,” Will continued. “And she screeched like a cat in a pail of water then fell straight back and conked her head. Had this ginormous lump.”

The table dissolved into laughter, and Lucas’ stomach twisted. Why did they choose tonight to air all this?

“What about the time he released a rat in the Sunday School room?” This question came from Jesse.

“Or the time he lit a pail of moss on fire behind the church,” Charles added. “They thought the building burned and the flames would spread across town.”

James nodded. “Had everyone in an uproar.”

Lucas met Iris’ steady gaze, and his gut clenched further.

“I heard you were the one who wrote that bit about Ari Meckler.” This statement came from Sam, the least likely one to make fun of him, and as a result, the table grew eerily quiet.

“Who’s Ari Meckler?” Iris asked.

Lucas really wished she hadn’t.

“Jewish kid whose family up and moved afterwards,” Jesse explained. “Someone wrote a bunch of horrible threats on their front door.”

“You didn’t do that did you, Lucas?”

Lucas glanced at his mama, who’d asked, guilt picking at him.

“Lucas?” she prompted.

“The truth?”

Their mama laid her hands on the table, and he noticed for the first time how aged they looked. How much of that was his fault?

“I brought you up to tell the truth.”

He swallowed, heavy, his throat thick. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Her eyes saddened, and his guilt over the incident amplified. He’d watched the Mecklers pack their things and ride out of town, wanting the whole time to stop them and confess. But his sixteen-year-old brain wouldn’t let him, or his pride. Nanny Peterson had said one day he’d overstep things, and that time, he had for sure.

“Lucas McGilley, all this time, and that family hurting like they were.”

What was there left for him to say? What he’d done had been hateful and immature.

He scooted his chair back. And now he’d been embarrassed in front of a girl whose opinion, God only knew why, mattered to him. Leave it to his brothers to remind him of who he really was.

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How had the boy who pulled pranks become a man who talked about lifetimes?

Sent south for the summer, eighteen-year-old Iris Willow expects the next three months to be the worst. After all, there can't be anything interesting about eight brothers raised on a small-town farm. Not when she's met more sophisticated boys in the city.

Yet from the start, the second eldest, Lucas McGilley, seems different. He's handsome and funny and kind. He's dedicated to his family and willing to do what's necessary to make up for his past mistakes. Most of all, he says he's in love with her.

Love that, as the summer ends, can't overcome her world of doubts. Or his older brother's hatred. Or the horrible secret held by his mother.

Bonus Story: Samuel McGilley, as the youngest of eight brothers, often finds himself overlooked. He’s always made up for that by speaking his mind. But when an afternoon’s task for a local widow introduces him to pretty little Anna McIntosh, he finds something he’s good at. Listening. And maybe, with time’s passing, something far more priceless. Love.

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Chemistry And Timing Are Everything - It Don't Rain In Texas

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 10:30:00 +0000

“My jacket,” she said.

Unsure why she wanted it, he didn’t speak, but obliged her, fetching it from the floor. She dug around in the pocket for a moment then turned an object toward his face.

His eyes spread wide. “A Ranger? You’re a Texas Ranger?”

She nodded. “That doesn’t scare you off?”

His lips pulled back in a grin. “That’s the ultimate turn on. I love a girl with a gun.”

She flung her badge onto the nightstand. “Can I ask why?”

“Mmm, you can ask.”

She returned her hands to his chest. “Okay, why?”

He stuck one finger in his back pocket and dragged out his wallet, flipping it open.

She snatched it from him. “No way. You’re … you’re …”

His grin widened. “F.B.I., and you, Serena, are under arrest.”

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Lewis Dauger met Serena Hernandez in a truck stop outside of Amarillo. His reason for being there? To dump a car he’d stolen from an old girlfriend. But chemistry and timing are everything in his life as an F.B.I. agent. So when he learns she’s a Texas Ranger and the pair of them are in the middle of the biggest prison escape in the state, it seems his unthinking ways have once again given him something unexpected. However, this time, it might not involve his career, but instead, the condition of his heart.

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There Are No Words For That

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 25 May 2026 10:30:00 +0000

*I penned this in 2022. Its words will forever be true.

What can I say that hasn’t been said? That the voices of thousands of fallen soldiers don’t already speak from the grave. That I can’t describe with lines of flag-draped coffins, secured in the back of military aircraft. That I can’t read about on the headstones of Private First Class John Smith or Airman First Class Jane Doe. That I can’t count in the paced footsteps of guards, through rain and snow and summer heat in front of the Unknown Soldier’s tomb.

My words are but pale imitations of the real thing. Of a kid sent to Vietnam, age nineteen, trembling in his boots. Of a mom, finding out he won’t come home and clinging to an old baseball trophy. Of a dad, trying stoically not to cry, but be strong when his heart is breaking. Of a wife, with two kids, who look like their father, but won’t know or barely remember him twenty years from now.

The best thing I could say is, in fact, to say nothing at all.

To, instead, show respect in my actions. To live each day with my priorities straight, knowing that nothing I can do will ever compare to that. To hold my chin up when the storms of life beat against me and survive. To always place my hand over my heart in Pledge of Allegiance to more than the flag of a nation, but to the soldiers who secured its stripes. Who founded each brick, each building, each political office, the football stadium, the corner drugstore, and a million houses in suburbia … all created from the blood of people far better than myself.

After all, I haven’t walked, knee-deep, in jungle morass, wondering where the enemy hides. I haven’t suffered desert heat, eating blowing sand, fearing that sweet-looking local woman actually plots my death. I didn’t feel the tear of a bullet or mortar round enter my flesh, thousands of miles from home. Nor shout for my mother in the darkness, which slowly steals my mind.

My life is a weak thread amongst a tapestry of much stronger ones, men and women of steel, who treated the cause as greater than their future. And wore the ultimate form of dedication, with their iron-clad sacrifices, securing the freedom of a woman, who’s written a handful of books some people liked and others, not so much.

There are no words for that. Not on Memorial Day or any other day of the year. Though, I suppose if I were to create them, I couldn’t speak them better than Ol’ Abe:

“But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.” – Gettysburg Address, 1864

Never. Their deaths assured us of that.

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Down is a long way to fall

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 18 May 2026 10:30:00 +0000

Such was the way of life. Babies were born. Old folks died. Supposed to be like that, at least. But his Cadence dying was all wrong ’cause she took the baby with her and left him with nothing. Empty hands and an emptier heart.

Jacob Flynn stood over her grave, his wide-brimmed hat crunched in his hands, his hair glued to his scalp in a ring where it’d been. He struggled for a tear. Something. Anything. A pain to alleviate the dead feeling, the feeling he was alone and no one cared.

The preacher read some Psalm that whisked in one ear and out the other, intoned, “The Lord giveth and the Lord taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord,” and nodded at the boy with the shovel to begin his work.

Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Each shovelful pounded harder in Jacob’s brain. Each one digging him deeper into this dark, black feeling, a feeling he wished to drown with a bottle except he’d promised her. He’d promised Cadence never again.

She’d cleaned him up. Got him to church. Carried their baby. And died.

The sun beat hot on his head, forming drops of sweat on his brow and running down his neck to soak into his shirt. A shirt Cadence made him.

It all came back to that—to her and him. And it all ended in nothing.

A hand on his shoulder turned his head around. The somber face of the physician gazed back. Jacob nodded, unspeaking. He’d tried to save her. Tried and been too late.

“Where will you go, son?” he asked.

Jacob licked cracked, dry lips. “South.”

South to Florida to lose himself in a swamp somewhere and maybe never come out.

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Jacob Flynn lost his wife and son in childbirth and fled south to Florida to escape the memories. But in, Aurelia Cotton, the pregnant wife of a kind man who took him in, they come back to him. She’s so very beautiful. Helplessly in love, he finds himself pressed closer and closer to the ultimate act of betrayal, when tragedy strikes. Yet the evil someone meant for selfish gain, just might be their one chance for forgiveness.

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Insta-families only come ONCE IN A LIFETIME.

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 11 May 2026 10:30:00 +0000

“Dude, look at me.”

Reluctantly, Elliot obeyed.

“All you see of yourself right now is the junk, but I see someone who wants to live better than the rotten hand he was dealt, someone striving for a good life.”

“How can you possibly see any of that?” No one else did. No one had ever believed in him from his earliest memories.

“You walked here, didn’t you?” Isaiah asked. “I mean, you could have walked anywhere else, a homeless shelter, stayed beneath an overpass. You could have shacked up with a friend.”

“I don’t have any friends.”

Silence claimed the space after that remark, but more the silence of thought than any embarrassment. Isaiah stuck out his hand. Elliot stared at it.

“Shake my hand,” Isaiah said.

Elliot made no effort to do so. “Why?” he asked.

“I’ll be your friend, and if you want to change, I’ll help you.”

“Why would you bother? You have no obligation to me.”

Isaiah’s gaze became reflective. “This isn’t simply a bed to sleep in, Elliot. This is a lifestyle change. Ask yourself what you really want out of life.”

“What I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want to get up in the morning and not look over my shoulder wondering how wasted my dad is and if he’s violent today. I want money in my pocket and food in my stomach and an end to the pain. I want …”

“To be one of us.” Isaiah finished his thought. “So shake my hand and commit to being one of us. We’ll stick with you no matter what else happens.”

Elliot stared at him. People didn’t do this for others. They were all about how much they could bleed out of you by the end of the day, especially for a boy like him. He’d seen it too many times.

“Take the offer,” Isaiah said. “Insta-families only come once in a lifetime, and this is yours.”

Still Elliot hesitated. “What if the others don’t agree, like your parents?”

“I’ve talked to my parents. They know you’re here. And Denny feels the same as me. As to Indy …” He shrugged. “That’s something you’ll have to ask her yourself.”

Elliot grew quiet and stared unblinking at Isaiah’s hand. What if he took the offer? He hadn’t thought out what he’d do once he got here, only that they’d take him in and he’d have a roof over his head for a while. But what if … what if he stayed? Here was better than some unknown location, broke and starving. If they’d really stick by him, maybe his past could be just that … in the past.

“Don’t be a fool,” Isaiah said. “Shake my hand, and from here on out, you’re as much my brother as Denny.”

Elliot stared at Isaiah’s offered fingers, knowing he’d be an idiot to refuse. At least, if he accepted, he’d have a place to live for a while. He raised his hand and clasped hold of Isaiah’s. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

Isaiah’s reply struck him hard. “I don’t, but I know Someone Who does.” And with that, he pointed up.

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An abusive past. A new beginning.

Elliot Jersey turned up on the Russells' doorstep, sick with the flu and filled with a lot of secrets. A knife fight with his dad forced him to run from home and filled him with a lot of self-doubt.

But soon, staying with them feels like a mistake. He has no right to fall in love with their daughter. A girl as great as her has no business with a boy like him.

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"You knew my dad?" - A Christmas Blessing

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 04 May 2026 10:30:00 +0000

The quiet of his absence turned their gazes. Carver stuffed his hands in his pockets and swayed back on his heels, a boyish posture. “I should first say that I’m sorry about missing the funeral. I have an excuse, but I hate to give it in light of my dad’s encounter with the mailbox.”

Struck off-kilter by his frankness, she opened her mouth and closed it again. At least, he’d waited until Nicole wasn’t around. At the same time, she shouldn’t be so thrown off by it. He was trying to apologize, sounded like.

“I’m sorry for mentioning it,” he said, confirming her thoughts. “I had a collision out front of the school and injured my left leg. It wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t walk for a while.”

Diane swallowed an unwanted ball of grief. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for that.”

“Yeah, well …” His shoulders sank, but his gaze deepened. “I’m sure you know who wins when you wrestle with guilt.”

Diane didn’t respond right away. He shouldn’t feel guilty. She wouldn’t have known who he was if he’d shown up. Yet …

She looked up at the eaves of the house, unable to hold his gaze so long. If they were close friends, then he should have been there. “Is that what this is? You’re wrestling with guilt?” she asked.

He laughed, a nervous sound. He turned his face upward toward the night sky. His dark hair dusted his shirt collar. “This is me preventing guilt because the Reverend Whiting is a stubborn old cuss.”

Reverend? His dad was a preacher? She didn’t ask it out loud. Probably, she was supposed to know, although she couldn’t think how. A moment later, his dad returned. His arms strung with tangled lights, he came to a halt at the edge of the narrow front porch.

“I found ’em, but …” The word trailed off.

“But you need my help,” she said.

“You didn’t walk down here to untangle Christmas lights,” Carver spoke in her ear.

Prickles traveled up and down her spine, and her tongue thickened. What was wrong with her? Why did he rattle her? He knew Lester. The familiarity bothered her; that was all. Add in, they were of similar height and age and how … cold … her life had become.

“I choose to help,” she replied.

His mom approached the doorway, blocking the golden light streaming from inside. She leveled a tray of steaming mugs in her hands. Nicole popped up beside her and opened the door. His mom stepped out and lowered the tray to a small table in the center of the porch. A Christmas cactus showered fuchsia blossoms around it.

His mom spotted the knotted light strands in her husband’s hands. “Oh, my. I did want those on the fence, but maybe if it’s too much trouble, then we should forget it.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Diane said, drawing her gaze. “I am an excellent light-untangler, and Nicole has inherited my gift. We will have them straightened in no time.”

“I am really good at it,” Nicole replied. “On the other hand, I am not into acting.”

Carver rounded Diane’s side and halted in front of her daughter. “I’ll bet you are as good as your dad.”

Nicole’s bravado extinguished. Her fingers curled, she rubbed them down her sides, not fifteen but twelve, and staring out the car window at the crowd gathered for the funeral.

“You knew my dad?” Nicole asked, after a time.

“Your dad was one my best friends,” Carver replied. “He’s the reason I started acting.”

“He … he is?”

Carver nodded. “He dared me, and no way was I going to fail and look stupid in front of Lester Mobley. If he could do it, then I could do it better.”

“My dad acted?” Nicole stood taller.

“Your dad was the best. It seems almost planned, your being here and me having room for students. That never happens, halfway through the year. I hope you’ll give it a try.”

Nicole puckered her lips and twisted them to the side. The minute’s wait became an eternity. She released her breath, her spine bending. “I’ll do it for Dad.”

Tears burned behind Diane’s eyelids. She shut them and willed the sensation away. The sound of soft footsteps brought her eyes open. Nicole took a seat, the tangled lights across her lap. Mrs. Whiting slid her a cup of cocoa and took the seat beside her. Carver’s dad reached for his own cup.

Carver reached for two and extended one to her. Lester’s eyes had been the palest blue. Looking into them, she’d always felt like she’d seen everything about him. He was transparent and open like that. Carver’s brown pupils, on the other hand, held things you’d have to probe to find. Had anyone ever tried?

“Thanks for that,” she said. “She’s been fighting me for two days. I’m worn out.”

“She’s fighting with herself over how to be happy without her dad.”

When she didn’t comment, he came closer, and the scent of his cologne swirled around her again. She dragged in a lingering breath.

“I am blessed to have her in my class,” Carver said. “Lester was an amazing guy.” He paused. “I’m thinking an incredibly lucky one, too.”

Diane’s breath lodged her throat. Because of Nicole? Because of Nicole. That’s what he’d meant.

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A Christmas Blessing: A Best Friend's Widow Romance
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To ease the burden of her husband’s passing, Diane Mobley moved in with her in-laws. It’s good for everyone involved. She can take over their gourmet food shop, and they will give her daughter, Nicole, the love she needs to grow and flourish.

When Nicole’s new drama teacher, Carver Whiting, turns out to be her husband’s high school best friend, their instant attraction is fraught with doubt and guilt. Her husband casts a huge shadow between them. Adding pressure is a secret from her past, which might just be more than their fragile relationship can stand.

It could be that forgiveness, peace, and joy, the meanings of Christmas, aren’t meant for her. It could be that finding love the second time around is simply out of reach. A SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, 2nd Generation Book.

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For one evening, it just has to be this way. - Ichabod & Penelope

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 27 Apr 2026 10:30:00 +0000

I faced Heather, my finger jabbing her in the chest, and narrowed my gaze. If I could have shot steam from my ears, I would have added that for effect.

“You’re mad,” she said.

“Wow. She’s smart.” I practically hissed the words. “Disappear. Freak me out. Then show up acting like life’s great and no, I’m not going to be mad. Where have you been?”

She sighed and dropped her purse in the floor. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Heather glanced from me to Beverly and back, her expression saying, Does she have to hear this?

“Talk.” No way was I letting her out of spilling the beans, and Beverly was going to listen in. She’d stayed with me all night to keep me from falling apart.

“I had a situation come up.”

I glared at her and curled my fingers into fists. That was lame, and she knew it.

“All right, already. I’ll tell you.” Pulling out the desk stool, she seated herself and crossed her ankles. “I’ve been seeing this guy. Levi Roth.”

“I know him,” Beverly said. “Cute Jewish kid.”

“Not a ‘kid’,” Heather said. “He’s twenty-two, but yes, he’s Jewish.”

“And?” I snapped my fingers.

“And I’ve decided to convert.”

I had one of those moments, one of those speechless, nothing-but-crickets moments. I was seriously floored. I mean, here I’d thought she was sleeping around, and the whole time she was simply thinking about her faith?

“Don’t look so shocked,” she said. “I know how I’ve always been, but Levi, he’s … perfect.”

She gave me this lovesick look then, and I wasn’t sure whether to cheer or barf.

“I’m happy for you,” I said at last. “But that doesn’t explain why you disappeared without telling anyone. I am your best friend, and we have been friends since middle school. Didn’t you think I’d worry? And your mom didn’t know where you were. And you didn’t answer your phone. Where did you go anyhow?”

“One answer at a time,” she said. “First, mom didn’t know because I haven’t told her. She’ll be against it. Second, I should have told you, but I didn’t have time. He said we had to go right then or we wouldn’t make it there.”

“Make it where?”

Her face had flushed. She was excited about whatever it was she’d done.

“Classes. I attended classes to help me decide if this is what I want to do. He barely got me in. The class was full, but then they had someone drop out.”

So that made some sense, but raised another question. “Couldn’t you take it later? He’s not pressuring you is he?”

I guess I was thinking about Ichabod in asking her that. After all, he’d said the same thing to me, and so it seemed important.

“Not pressuring.” She glanced down at her feet. “But … see … he … he asked me to marry him.”

Revelation number two made me jump in place. Marriage? Here I was thinking she was loose as a goose, and she wasn’t at all. It was like those murder stories in a funny way. At least in the sense of me thinking I knew her and I didn’t all along.

“Be happy for me,” Heather said.

“I am.” I let the words sit between us. “I’m also wondering why you gave me such a hard time about Ichabod.”

“Ichabod, or whoever he actually is, is different because you don’t know who he is. I know Levi. I’ve met his family. I stayed at their house. I attended their synagogue.” She paused, seemingly to think. “Okay, say I give you the benefit of the doubt, and Ichabod’s the best guy ever. What if he’s not a Christian, then what are you going to do?”

Great. Pile on the guilt. I was starting to wish Heather would go back to her boyfriend’s family.

“See? You haven’t given that any thought, and I can see it. You’re hung up on him. You’ve been thinking about him all week, imagining how it’ll be, but then you’ll get there and he’ll have a weird habit or something.”

I shot to my feet. “For your information, he called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to call it off. I said no. I have no interest in calling it off.”

“Gees, Georgia, relax,” she snapped.

“You relax. The least you could have done was answer your stinkin’ phone.”

“My phone died, and I didn’t have a charger. It seemed stupid to buy one for one day’s use. I thought about asking to use their house phone, but how to say, ‘I need to call my roommate so she won’t worry,’ and them think I’m not irresponsible for not telling you sooner. I was trying to make a good impression.”

I looked away from her and up the wall where she’d hung several band posters. I could see her side of it, but I could also see mine. And feel the pain she’d caused and the mounting frustration over my date.
v “How ‘bout you let up and walk me to the gates?” I asked. She and I had, after all, made a deal about that. “But you have to promise not to tell me if you know him.”

“Not a word,” she said. “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for making you worry.”

I nodded. I was still angry with her, but too tired to argue further. “Fine. No making faces either,” I added.

She smiled. “Not a one.”

Somehow I didn’t believe her.

♥

Ichabod & Penelope
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Georgia Davis didn’t know the boy standing there, or why moments later when he asked to kiss her she said yes. Kiss a complete stranger? Who does that? Yet the most amazing kiss she’s ever had then becomes a first date with an agreement to forget their real names. Really it makes no sense. Except somewhere deep inside, for one evening, it just has to be this way. He’s Ichabod, and she’s Penelope.

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Coralee and Avery, Perfect Mess

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 20 Apr 2026 10:30:00 +0000

“I think you broke my nose.” Roman held the ice-filled cloth to the bridge of his injured appendage and eyed the space between him and Coralee. If she made one more step his direction, he was out of there.

“I’m sorry, but you called me that … that … name.” She stood before him, one hand curled upward on the counter.

“It was just a jo … ow …” He winced and pulled away from her grasp. “Don’t touch me.”

She approached him anyway. “I want to see if it’s swollen.”

“Of course it’s swollen, you broke it. Gah, you broke my freakin’ nose. I can’t believe it.”

“Stop whining,” she said, throwing her weight on one hip. “You’re such a baby when you whine.”

“I’m allowed to whine when you break my nose.”

This comment made her giggle, and the sound of it brought out his own laughter. Yet laughing too hard hurt, and it wasn’t long before he was back to whining.

“Where’ve you been anyway?” he asked. “A boxing match?”

She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. “Psh. You haven’t heard? I’m trying to see how long a person can sit in one place.”

“Doing what? Arm exercises?”

She sighed. “No. How come I didn’t know your grandpa owned this place?”

“You never asked.”

“Cute. I had no reason to ask. It’s not like we were friends.”

“Or are friends,” he added. He lowered the ice from his nose at last and sat it on the counter.

She gave a hiss. “Oh, wow, I really broke it. It’s kinda … crooked.”

“Great. Ow.” Talking hurt. Breathing hurt. Looking at her hurt. Man, she was fine, and strong as an ox, and outspoken, and not about to give him the time of day. And now his nose was warped and she’d be working here. Here, where he’d have to look at her each day and wish he could put his lips on hers.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

He looked away. “I’m not looking at you like anything except a girl with a mean right cross.”

“Well, I apologize, like I said. You promise not to call me that, and I’ll not do it again.”

“Believe me,” he said. “I’m not calling you anything.” He turned his back on her and wandered back through the folding doors. Unfortunately, she followed. “What?” he asked, a few steps in.

“Your grandpa said for you to show me what to do.”

“Now?”

She rested one hand on her hip. “Why not now? I need money, and I’m ready to work.”

Money? What did she need money for? Then again, what did he know about her? They’d attended school together, graduating last spring and going their separate ways. He’d taken a handful of classes at the local community college, and she’d, according to her, done nothing.

They hadn’t particularly been friends, more like kids in the same classes on occasion. It wasn’t until their senior year that he’d noticed her as an appealing female. But as far as she was concerned, he’d been invisible, so rather than have his hopes dashed, he’d given up and watched her walk away.

“What do you want money for?” he asked. If she was unemployed as she’d indicated, then she obviously hadn’t cared about being broke ’til now.

“That’s personal,” she said. “Let’s just say I need it fairly quick, and it’s really important so here I am.”

He stared at her for a minute then shrugged. “Fine. Take that box over there to aisle three and hang up what’s in it up.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she said. Prancing across the space, she bent over, thrusting her butt outward and took hold of the box.

He swallowed. This would be a long, long summer with sightings like that every day. Then again, looking at that might make things interesting – so long as she kept her hands to herself.

She straightened, and he glanced away. Paperwork. He’d do much better right now to concentrate on ordering inventory than staring at what was a very attractive backside.

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The Girl In The Pink Bikini (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
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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.

For ages 12 and up. Clean romance parents can trust.

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Living Water - Wings

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 30 Mar 2026 10:30:00 +0000

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.

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Wings, Book 1
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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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GRÁ & SLÁNÚ

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 16 Mar 2026 10:30:00 +0000

Love & Redemption (GRÁ & SLÁNÚ) The Florida Irish, Book 1

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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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The Perfect Creation Of Two People

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Tue, 24 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +0000

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.”

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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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Rival teams. A football scandal. A play for her heart.

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 16 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +0000

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.”

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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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Love Across Time: A Collection

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 09 Feb 2026 11:30:00 +0000

Three TIMELESS TALES of the power of love.

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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.

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

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 26 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +0000

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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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.

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She should have known better ...

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 19 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +0000

It always surprises me what the Holy Spirit wants me to share with you. He writes fiction. He writes romance. He created romance, for that matter. But what He wants of it is for God to be seen. I have fought this battle already, whether or not romance novels are approved by God. I have taken all my books off sale, only to have Him say to sell them. I am not in this for money, but words rise from within, and they satisfy my soul.

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
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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.

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He was the wealthiest one of them all ...

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 05 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +0000

“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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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.

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Wings, The Set

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Thu, 01 Jan 2026 11:30:00 +0000

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

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Godpleaser

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 08 Dec 2025 11:30:00 +0000

“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?

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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.

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Baptized

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 01 Dec 2025 11:30:00 +0000

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.

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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.

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Merry Christmas From Florida

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 27 Oct 2025 09:30:00 +0000

She replayed the moment over and over in her head, Fletcher leaning in, his gaze definite. He meant to kiss her, and she’d wanted him to in the worst way. She’d wanted to know if all the silly, young-girl-with-a-crush feelings fluttering in her gut were real or fake. Did he actually make her giddy and lightheaded or was that simply the effect of him being unlike her last boyfriend?

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.

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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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Good Girl Jayne

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 06 Oct 2025 10:30:00 +0000

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.

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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.

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Give Me Texas (Cowboys of the Double R)

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 22 Sep 2025 13:00:00 +0000

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.

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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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Suit (Best-Dressed Series) Book 1

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 25 Aug 2025 10:30:00 +0000

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 …”

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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.

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The Coralee Chronicles

noreply@blogger.com (Suzanne D. Williams) — Mon, 21 Jul 2025 10:30:00 +0000

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.

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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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Good Girl Jayne

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