The Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt is now closed. Many thanks to everyone who participated! Congrats to our Grand Prize Winner, who will receive a copy of each participating author’s book!
Congrats as well to the winner of my separate contest. Her copy of Angel Falls will go out this week! I so appreciate everyone stopping by. Hope you’ll come by again soon!
Welcome to the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! If you at any time need to read the instructions for the hunt, please visit www.christianfictionscavengerhunt.com (That is also the starting point, so be sure you stop there first!)
Hello! I’m Connie Mann and I’m thrilled to be part of the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! Think of this as an Easter Egg Hunt, only more fun–and less fattening!
My new novel, Angel Falls, is now available from Abingdon Press and I couldn’t be more excited—especially since this book was TEN years in the making! I blog here regularly, offering encouragement to fellow dream-chasers, so I hope you’ll stop by often and say hello! I’m also a USCG-licensed boat captain, so when I’m not writing, I’m usually out on Central Florida’s waterways with local school children or my fabulous family.
Angel Falls is a romantic suspense, set inBrazil. Here’s a bit about the book:
Two Pasts Collide in a Deadly Race to Save an Orphaned Baby…
She’ll do whatever it takes to protect her best friend’s baby. He won’t protect anyone ever again. The last time he did, they died. But when bullets fly, orphanage director Regina da Silva and burned-out Army Ranger Brooks Anderson dive headlong into danger to protect one defenseless child. As the danger closes in, they’ll have to trust each other to stay alive. Will that be enough to save their little angel–and themselves—from certain death?
Here’s a peek at the first page of Angel Falls:
Porto Alegre, Southern Brazil, Present Day
Regina da Silva tied the laces on her cracked leather boots and yanked the hand-knitted wool stockings Olga made her last Christmas up past her knees. Outside, an icy wind fought to get in through the wooden shutters guarding House of Angels’ orphanage. She straightened the layers of skirts swirling around her ankles, knowing she’d give away all but one before the night ended.
She didn’t want to go out tonight, and that made her feel small and selfish. And guilty. So she hefted the wicker basket filled with meat pastries and opened the door—before she changed her mind. On nights like tonight, she didn’t know which she hated most—the cold, or the memories.
“You are still going out tonight, Regina?” Irene demanded quietly from behind her, voice heavy with accusation. And disappointment.
“Just this one night, Regina, stay home. We’ll talk. Laugh, maybe even shed a few tears. Minha amiga, even Jesus took time off for his friends.”
Regina swallowed hard and glanced over her shoulder at the sagging sofa, where Irene sat with her feet curled under her, cuddling her three-month-old son. The pleading tone almost demolished the fence guarding Regina’s mouth.
A gust of wind snatched the door from her grasp and slammed it against the wall, the crash a call to arms. “If I don’t go, who will?” Regina asked. She didn’t add, “since you aren’t anymore,” but it echoed in the room nonetheless. Regina tried to keep the hurt out of her voice. She still couldn’t believe Irene and little Eduardo were moving to the United States in the morning and leaving her behind.
She was thrilled for Irene. She was furious, too, and mad at herself for feeling that way. But she couldn’t find words for any of it. So she simply pointed to the basket and said, “Olga has the meat pastries ready and Jorge packed extra blankets.” Regina pulled on a pair of handmade mittens, carefully pulling together the hole in one thumb.
Irene sent her a piercing sad-eyed look. “You can’t save them all, you know.”
At the familiar argument, Regina met her gaze, eyes hot, and repeated what she always said in response. “Maybe not. But I can save some.”
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My Own Contest – I am also giving away a copy of Angel Falls to one lucky winner. To enter, comment below (1 entry) and let me know you liked my Facebook author page (1 entry), followed me on Twitter (1 entry) or signed up for my newsletter (1 entry).
My secret word is “IT.”
Now it’s time to move on to the next stop. Please click here to visit Margaret Daley’s site.