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 Faith peeked up
at her husband as she removed
the giant red bow, her face flushed with pleasure.
“Goodness, Collin, the necklace was more than enough.”     

The grin on his face faded to soft as he squatted to caress
her jaw with a tender hand, his sober gaze suddenly as intense as the man
she was privileged to love. “No it’s not, Faith, not near enough.”     

She peered up through a sheen of moisture, deciding right then and there
that she absolutely adored Collin McGuire and had from the very start. Giggling, she
tore into the paper wrapping with gusto while everyone cheered her on.
Until her fingers froze on the box, heart thudding so, she could barely breathe.
No! It couldn’t be. Could it?

–A Gift Like No Other, By Julie Lessman

 

Yes, my dear friends, it most certainly could!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas … 

 

Or, at least feels like it! Last week I was sitting outside in 80-degree weather and today? Brrrr … a chilly 32, which, YES I will reluctantly admit, has chased me inside. Not an easy thing for a gal who bundles up to write outside in 47-degree weather!

Hard to believe summer is gone and Christmas is less than two months away, but I will admit that I am ready to skate into the holidays! Of course, it always nice to write an O’Connor Christmas novella each September, which helps get me in the mood because I LOVE revisiting the O’Connors. And it was especially fun to revist Faith & Collin in this year’s “O’Connor Christmas” installment — A Gift Like No Other.

If you haven’t read it yet, I encourage you to do so because it’s based on two of the most important spiritual lessons I’ve ever learned in 41 years of marriage, so do check it out. UNLESS, of course, you don’t like heart palpitations or heavy sighs because I guarantee there’s plenty of both packed inside this hot, little package.

For those who haven’t gotten your hands on a copy of AGLNO yet, you will have a chance to not only  win Faith and Collin’s new novella, but my special Christmas Stocking Bundle e-anthology as well, which includes my Christmas novel, A Light in the Window, plus three of my Christmas novellas, so read on in this blog to find out how.

Each year when I write an O’Connor Christmas novella, I always have readers ask if it will be in paperback. Unfortunately, I only publish my novels in paperback, not my novellas, so I apologize to those of you who like the feel of a book in your hands. But …

I promise you that will change in the future when I release my O’Connor Christmas Anthology in 2-3 years. You see, my plan is to write an O’Connor Christmas novella for each O’Connor and when I’ve finished with all seven siblings, I will publish all of them in a paperback compilation entitled An O’Connor Christmas Anthology along with a new Christmas story for Marcy & Patrick. Not sure what I’m going to do after I finish that because I will miss visiting the O’Connors for Christmas. But maybe I’ll move onto Christmas with the McClares or the Carmichaels/O’Bryens, who knows? 😍

 

🎁 Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Beginning November 3-9, you will have one of MANY chances to not only win an e-copy of A Gift Like No Other, but an e-copy of my Christmas Stocking Bundle, which includes my Christmas novel, A Light in the Window, as well as three other Christmas novellas. All you have to do is enter the Rafflecopter contest on any or all of my blog-tour stops, and you will be entered!

But, WAIT! If you leave a comment on any or all of the blog tours, stating you are a Journal Jot reader, you will automatically be entered in my own private Journal Jot contest that not only includes the prize above, but a $25 Amazon gift certificate as well!

BUT WAIT!! Not only will you receive both of the prizes above ($25 gift card and most of my Christmas e-books), but you will ALSO have a character named after you or a loved one in my next book!

So, that’s a combination of THREE PRIZES that only Journal Jot readers have the chance to win. Just leave one comment on each of the blogs below on or after the dates listed, stating you are a Journal Jot reader, and you’re in the draw, so GOOD LUCK!

Blog Tour Schedule

(Enter Rafflecopter where available

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🎁 Did You Pre-Order A Gift Like No Other?

Because if you did, I wanted to let you know that I made some final changes to the book that Amazon would not allow me to make on the pre-order. A few of my early readers were a little mad at Collin regarding his response to Lila and the advice that Patrick gave him after the incident. Consequently–because I greatly admire and respect both readers who gave me their honest opinions, I softened both situations in the final revised copy.

So, if you would like to see the update, you can do so by turning on “automatic book updates” on your “Content & Device” page at Amazon. Once you do, Amazon will send you an automatic update on A Gift Like No Other and all future e-books you buy IF 1.) your device is connected to wireless internet (Wi-Fi), and 2.) you turn on automatic book updates. Here’s how to turn on automatic book updates:

1. Go to Manage Your Content and Devices.
2. Click the Preferences tab.
3. Scroll to Automatic Book Update.
4. Choose On.

If your book doesn’t update automatically, contact Amazon. They will push the updated version of your eBook to your Manage Your Content and Devices page, where you can download it. You won’t need to buy the book again, but you might lose notes or highlights.

 

🥰 I Would LOVE to Meet You!

WHOO-HOO — I AM SOOOO EXCITED!! If you are planning on attending the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference in St. Louis in Sept. 2020, I would LOVE to meet you! And guess what? ACFW has taken over administration of the Christian Fiction Readers Retreat the day prior, which has now been renamed STORYFEST.

Imagine — you and 50 of your favorite authors worshipping together, praying together, laughing and dining together in a small and intimate setting! Swag, gifts, free books, author panels, and a book signing, PLUS the amazing Liz Curtis Higgs as the keynote speaker!

I am thrilled and honored to say that I will be one of 50 Christian authors who will be part of this WONDERFUL retreat opportunity, so watch for more details SOON!

 

🙏 Prayers Appreciated Please!

I  am still waiting to hear back from a publisher on the possibility of a contract on Gabe’s story, A Wing & A Prayer, so please say a prayer for God’s direction for that book. As mentioned in a prior Journal Jots, if I do not get a contract, I will publish Gabe’s story myself in the spring of next year.

I also need prayers for anointing and productivity on book 2 of The Silver Lining Ranch Series, Love’s Silver Bullet, so thank you for that as well. My hope is to publish that in the spring, but I will keep you posted through Journal Jots.

And that’s it for now, my friends, so I wish you a great weekend!

Hugs and more hugs,

Julie

 

“Guilt is like a cancer that eats away at our soul,

robbing us of joy, hope, and all too often, the very forgiveness that will set us free.”

—A Gift Like No Other by Julie Lessman

❤️ Hello, Everyone!

Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Julie Lessman, the author you haven’t heard from in almost three months. But I promise you, I have a good reason. 😍

As you know, I spent most of this year writing Gabe O’Connor’s story, A Wing and a Prayer, WHICH I had hoped to release as an indie by now, but unfortunately (or fortunately), I have a couple of publishers who are interested, so we have to wait on that one to see if it sells. A quick prayer for God’s will on this book would be MOST appreciated!

So … since I can’t release Gabe’s story yet, I’ve been busy trying to get a new O’Connor Christmas novella out so you have at least ONE book from me this year, and I’m happy to say that … drum roll please … Faith and Collin now have their very own Christmas story!

A Gift Like No Other is definitely a story like no other because it deals with sensitive marital issues that I felt required a higher level of romantic passion, so if that is not your thing, please feel free to pass this novella up. In fact, I am so sensitive to the fact that this level of romantic passion is not for everyone, that I have put the following warning on the Amazon page for this novella:

WARNING: Due to a subject matter that deals with marital problems, please be advised that this sweet inspirational novella contains a higher level of romantic passion.

Like most of my books, A Gift Like No Other also includes an important spiritual lesson I have learned in my own life—and that is that prayer should always be a first resort, not a last, and that it can tackle and resolve any problem we face, large or small.

Some people will think I’m crazy, but I pray about everything—from small things like which dress to buy, to crucial things like the healing of my family and friends. I’ve had people say, “God has too many serious prayer requests to handle without me bugging him about what dress to buy,” and I will admit, I just shake my head. Because they are missing out on a Father/daughter/son relationship like no other.

I defy those of you who are parents or aunts/uncles to say you wouldn’t be thrilled to the gills to have your  daughter or niece ask you what dress you thought she should buy. In fact, I would have killed for my strong-willed daughter to have asked me what dress to wear when she was small, so don’t tell me God doesn’t care. He cares about every hair on my head (which, admittedly aren’t too many at this point, so His job is definitely easier with me!).

The bottom line is that as our Father, God LOVES each and every one of us like a son or daughter! So much so that He died for us! And that same God jumps at every opportunity to help and bless us, whether it’s what dress to buy or what job to take or what dream you have floating around in your heart.

So, yes, I’m not ashamed to say I pray about everything, and ALL with the confidence that God wants me to pray, wants me to ask Him to intervene, and wants to bless me through it, whether He says yes or no to those prayers. Because the truth is, He not only wants to be an active part of each of our lives, but He wants to bless those lives abundantly, exceedingly more than we think, hope, and pray.

To hopefully whet your appetite about this very “prayerful” novella that releases OCTOBER 20, 2019, I am including both the jacket blurb below and the first chapter of A Gift Like No Other at the end of this blog, so I hope you enjoy them. And, I’m happy to say, this Christmas novella is now available for PREORDER HERE!

 Her dream is writing.

His is the perfect wife and mother.

Until God fulfills them both with a dream like no other.

Twelve years ago, Faith O’Connor happily gave up her dream as a copywriter to become a wife and mother, clinging to her husband’s promise she could return some day. But when the opportunity arises to write for the Boston Herald again two days a week, her dream hits a snag … along with her marriage.

To Collin McGuire, family is everything because he never really had one of his own. Raised by a father who died early and a mother who didn’t care, Collin is determined to give his children the very best with a full-time mother. But when he denies Faith her dream, he soon discovers he’s denied his own as well … until Christmas day brings a healing through a gift like no other.

So, two books down this year, and now I’m starting my third — Love’s Silver Bullet — which I hope to release late spring 2020, so prayers appreciated for that one too.

And now, before I close, I thought it would be fun to show you just a few pics of family visits we had this year. WOW, family is everything, so I thank God for every precious moment with them.

 

🖼 End-of-Summer Sale

Don’t miss out on my end-of-summer sale where you can get each of the Isle of Hope books for only 99 cents!

🖼 Summer Pics

Keith and I at Bentley’s Restaurant & Pub

Keith and Amy and precious Wyatt!

Baby Wyatt in a very special bib!

Genevieve at age 2-1/2 — our miracle heart baby!

Micah driving the boat with Papa and Aurora.

Juju and Geebie (our nickname for Genevieve) are tuckered out from all the fun!

Amy and Wyatt, our preemie baby who is truly one of the sweetest babies alive!

And, now, here’s Chapter One of A Gift Like No Other, so I hope you enjoy it. And don’t forget to give me your feedback on the heat level HERE. THANK YOU!

Hugs and Happy Weekend!

Julie

A GIFT LIKE NO OTHER

 You will pray to Him,and He will hear you,

And you will fulfill your vows.

–Job 22:27

CHAPTER ONE

Boston, Massachusetts

September 1936

Lord have mercy … Faith O’Connor swallowed a gulp, glancing up as her husband strolled into their bedroom with that look in his eye, a towel wrapped low on his hips rather than his customary pajama bottoms. Which could only mean one thing. Her stomach fluttered along with her heart.

He’d obviously missed her as much as she’d missed him during his week-long trade show in New York.

Teeth tugging at her lower lip, Faith sat in their bed with a book in her lap, skin tingling as always when Collin McGuire entered a room. She took in the sculpted curve of his muscled arms and the hard, lean chest that tapered into a towel tied so low, his abdomen looked like it’d been chiseled in stone.

Tall, dark, and dangerous, he’d been the Southie rogue who’d stolen every girl’s heart, and to this very day, Faith still marveled that somehow, someway, she’d been the one to steal his. Her mouth tipped up. Somehow? Someway? The seeds of a grin sneaked through. More like Someone.

I honor those who honor Me.

Oh, yes, Lord, you surely do, Faith thought for the thousandth time, the whisper of one of her favorite Scriptures–1 Samuel 2:30–a timely reminder that commitment to God’s precepts was the key to bounteous blessing. Heart racing, she sucked in a quiet breath and smiled, enjoying the warmth her husband stirred within. Because even after seventeen years of marriage, the man could still heat her blood with just a look. Like the one he was giving her right now—eyes smoky as they pinned her to the bed with dangerous intent, absolute confirmation there’d be no more reading tonight.

“Tired?” he asked, the clean smell of soap and lime aftershave drifting in the room like an opiate as he approached with his usual confident swagger. His deadly gray eyes never strayed from hers while he plucked the book from her hand and tossed it on the nightstand with abandon. The slow smile she loved eased across his full lips as he turned out the light and sprawled horizontally on the moonlit bed, tugging her out from beneath the covers in one fluid movement to land her on top.

Hungry palms skimmed the length of her satin gown. “Sweet mother of Job,” he rasped in a gravelly voice while his lips wandered her throat, “I love when you wear satin to bed, Faith, and God help me—I love it even more when I can take it off.” He gripped her close while he kissed her hard, his breathing suddenly as ragged as hers. “Tell me, Little Bit,” he whispered in a near groan, “do you have any idea just how much I’ve missed you?” His words blew warm in her ear, punctuated with a teasing flick of his tongue that immediately purled heat through her body.

Oh, yes, my love, I definitely do …. “As much as I missed you, I hope,” she said with a quivering sigh, offering a weak tip of her head to give full access as he suckled the lobe of her ear.

“More.” Burying his lips in her neck, he emitted a low growl while he rolled her over with all the grace of an athlete, straddling with a decadent gleam in his eye. “So much, in fact, I intend to send Brady on all future trade shows out of town because I miss you too blasted much.”

Easing down, he threaded his fingers into her hair and showed her just how much with a slow, languid kiss that both muddied her mind and whirled heat in her belly. “As God is my witness, Faith, you own me heart and soul because no other woman alive could even come close. Which means,” he whispered with a perilous smile, fingers hot as they carefully slid the strap of her gown off of her shoulder, “we have a lot of catching up to do, Mrs. O’Connor.” And skimming her collarbone with his mouth, he did just that, heading south with slow, delicious kisses.

“I love you, Collin,” she whispered a long while later, limp and lazy in his arms after they’d made love. Her body still hummed from his touch while her mind began to hum for an entirely different reason.

“I love you, too, Faith.” He pressed a kiss to her head while he idly grazed the satin of her gown, his voice gruff with emotion. “More than I could ever say or do.”

She paused, praying this might be the perfect moment to share what she hoped would be wonderful news. “Maybe not,” she said with a teasing lilt of her voice, fingers feathering across his washboard stomach to tease with a gentle dip in his navel.

He softly pinched her waist. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Faith sat up with a nervous grate of her lip, butterflies doing cartwheels in her stomach that nearly rivaled the dizzy whirl of Collin’s kisses. “I have good news to share, I hope,” she said softly, bending to gently sway her mouth against his.

He stiffened for barely an instant before he gripped her arms with a wide span of eyes, his breathing suddenly shallow. “You’re pregnant?” His voice was hushed with hope.

Faith blinked, painfully aware she’d just made a tactical error. Of course Collin would assume her good news was a baby because the man was desperate for another boy. With a nervous chew of her lip, she tenderly caressed the scruff of his jaw. “No, not pregnant, my love,” she said, diverting her mistake with a gently probing kiss she hoped would take his mind in another direction. “Although after this homecoming tonight, that’s a distinct possibility.”

“Mmm … one can only hope.” He returned her kiss with a heated one of his own before rolling onto his side to hook her body flush. He pressed a kiss to her nose. “So, what’s your good news, Faith?” His mouth quirked into an affectionate smile. “Bren has finally learned to lift up the toilet seat? Or Abby has finally consented to you curling her hair?”

Faith grinned, thinking both of those things would be very good news, indeed, since Abby was a tomboy and Bren a poor aim. “Noooo, nothing to do with the children. This has to do with me.”

He offered a lazy smile as he cradled her face in his hands. “You’ve decided to wear satin to bed from this moment on?”

“Well, that certainly can be arranged,” she said with a soft chuckle as she idly meandered a lazy finger down the scant line of dark hair that trailed from his chest down past his stomach. “If you’re as happy about my news as I am.”

Cocking his elbow to prop his head on his hand, he smiled, eyes in a squint. “Now you’ve got me really curious, Little Bit, so out with it.

“Well …” Giddy with excitement, Faith skittered up to sit Indian-style, hardly able to believe that after twelve years of devoting herself solely to being a wife and a mother, her dream to return to her job as a copywriter at the Herald could soon be a reality. “Well … Charity mentioned that Mitch said Father was short on copywriters at the Herald—”

“Oh, no …” It was Collin’s turn to sit up, dark brows digging low as he stared at her in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about going back to copywriting again.”

Faith blinked, somewhat taken aback by the scowl on his face. “Well, yes, of course I am, Collin, but I’m only talking two days a week while the girls are in school—”

“I don’t care if it’s only two hours a week, Faith. You have a responsibility to our children, so the answer is no.”

She caught her breath, the sound harsh in the stillness of the night as she worked to contain her temper. “It-wasn’t-a-question, Collin,” she emphasized in a tone far tighter than she intended. “It was an opportunity I thought we should discuss since, as you well know, writing has always been my dream.”

He grabbed his pillow and punched it several times before flopping down on his side, bunching it in a ball beneath his head as he closed his eyes. “Fine, we’ve discussed it. Case closed.”

Jaw gaping, Faith snapped her mouth shut and silently counted to ten while she tamped down her anger. “Collin,” she said quietly, determined to approach this civilly instead of going off half-cocked like her husband. “Can you at least hear me out so we can discuss it like two rational adults who actually care about each other?”

He peered up past shuttered lids, dark lashes so long and lips pursed so tight, he looked like her son refusing to eat his carrots. “I’m listening.”

She expelled a silent breath. “Sean is slammed at the store, so he asked Emma if she could help out during the busy Christmas season twice a week,” she said quickly, grateful for the sister-in-law who had once managed Mitch and Charity’s department store, Dennehy’s, where her husband Sean was now the manager. “So, when I heard Father needed a part-time copywriter, I talked to Emma about each of us possibly trading off watching the kids two days a week instead of Mother or Lizzie doing it. I mean, you know how close Bren is with her Daniel, so naturally both of the boys would be over the moon about this arrangement.”

Unlike the sullen, little boy staring at me now.

She rushed on before Collin could interrupt. “It would only be two half days at the Herald from ten to two, well before the girls arrive home from school, and I’d be helping Father out as well, since he’s in dire need of copywriters.” She gently grazed his arm with her fingers, her voice fragile with hope as she continued. “With a depression on, Collin, the extra income would certainly help, too, taking some of the burden off of you. So really, if you think about it, it’s a win-win all the way around.”

He slid her a narrow look. “I have thought about it, Faith, and I don’t like it, not one little bit, so you may as well get it out of your mind right now. Bren is only four years old and still needs his mother. And in case you forgot, I am the breadwinner in this family and don’t need your help.”

She blinked, stunned at the harsh bite of his tone. “And I don’t need your permission!” she said, voice snapping along with her temper that the man who professed to love her more than he could “say or do” was squashing her dreams without a second thought.

Chest heaving, she battled the sting of tears at the back of her lids, softening her tone in another attempt to corral her frustration. “You promised, Collin,” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “I put my dreams on hold to give you children, and you promised that after I had Abby, I could work part-time when all three girls were in school. Well, now they are, and Bren is close behind. And Father needs me”—her chin rose in her defense—“and I need the chance to pursue my love of writing, so I’m asking you—please—try to understand.”

Gray eyes as cold as slate, Collin slowly rose from the pillow, lips clamped tight as he stared her down. A tic pulsed in his jaw, a rare sign of a temper she almost never saw. “All I understand, Faith,” he bit out in a tone brutal with bitterness, “is that this so-called ‘love’ of yours appears to exceed that for your husband and children.”

She froze, shards of ice prickling her skin at the viciousness of his attack. The tears she’d tried so hard to stall now swelled in her eyes, unleashing a deluge of hurt and betrayal that drowned out all reason. “How dare you!” she hissed, fists clenched tight to keep from striking out.

“And how dare you put your interests before that of my son!” he shouted back, obviously as enraged as she.

Her tears fell, and with them any restraint, prompting a knee-jerk reaction that unleashed a swift slap across his face, the sound echoing like a clap of thunder rife with warning.

His shock was at least equal to her own as they stared at each other through wide eyes, chests heaving and silence ticking away like the thundering heartbeats pounding in her chest. In the blink of his eye, fury calcified every line in that handsome face, distorting it into a man she didn’t know.

Snatching his pillow up, he stalked to the closet to jerk a blanket from the top shelf, not once looking back as he bolted for the door.

“Collin, I’m sorry,” she cried, but his only answer was a deafening slam that left her in a cold and empty bed where she’d just made love to her husband. A painful groan trailed from her lips. From ecstasy to agony in one violent sweep of her palm.

“Oh, God, forgive me,” she whispered, sinking onto her pillow with a painful sob, well aware Collin would be too angry to accept her apology tonight. Heartsick, her body heaved as she lay there weeping, praying this awful rift would be over come morning.

Boom! The door flew open with a crack to the wall, and Faith jolted up in bed, stomach cramping when her four-year-old son flew into the room with terror in his eyes. “M-Mommy, Mommy, I h-heard a loud b-bang,” he cried, voice quivering as much as his little body.

Faith swept him up in her arms, clutching him tightly as she hurried toward the door. “It was nothing, sweetheart, I promise, so let’s get you back to your bed.”

He clung as if he would never let go, small fingers digging into her back with a panic that rivaled the angst in her gut. “B-But it sounded like something breaking, and I’m afraid it might be a monster, so w-will you sleep w-with m-me for a while?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart.” She laid him down in his bed, then crawled in alongside, grateful to escape the terrible loneliness of her empty room down the hall. Pressing a soft kiss to his head, she tucked the covers around them both, snuggling as close to him as he was to her. “I promise there are no monsters, Bren,” she whispered as she swept a tender palm down the whole of his tiny back, “and definitely nothing breaking, my love.” He shivered, and she followed suit, while a single tear slowly slid from her eye.

Unless it’s my heart.

 

Ahhh, yes, summer is finalllllllly here!!

I don’t know about you, but our spring was cold, rainy, and nasty almost up until summer started on June 21st. But now the warm weather is here, and I am soooo ready for it because this is the moment I’ve been praying for!! I love the heat, the water, the boating, the flowers, you name it, and I’m not alone either! Here’s a pic of my 5-month-old grandson ready to dive in too! 😎

Whenever summer rolls around, I can’t help but think of my contemporary series, Isle of Hope, and no more so than this year because of one very special reader friend named 💕 Melissa Armstrong 💕.

You see, sweet Melissa not only went to Isle of Hope on her vacation, but she took pix of a number of the places I wrote about in the Isle of Hope series, which absolutely blessed the 🧦off of me!!

Since I thought it might be fun for you to see them, too, I’ve attached all the pix below, from the O’Bryen’s house, their dock, and Forsythe Park (where Shannon first met Sam in Love Everlasting) to the ever-famous Lulu’s Chocolate Bar, where Chase (the pastor hero from book 3, His Steadfast Love) actually took all three heroines from the series on dates! And I chuckled out loud when Melissa told me she also ordered Chase’s favorite dessert, of which she also took a pic. Now this is a reader friend after my own heart! 😉 So, Melissa, thank you again for making my week by sending me those pix — you are an absolute gem!

Of course, not only is “summer” the moment I’ve been praying for, but there’s another moment I’ve been praying for that’s just as exciting to me — and I hope, to you as well!! And that is — drum roll, please — finishing Gabe’s book, A Wing & a Prayer, which just happened three days ago, so THANK YOU, JESUS!!

I have to admit that this has been the most difficult book I have ever written because I am not fond of research, but HOLY COW, this one required research galore, and to tell you the truth, I am pooped!

Why? Well, the heroine in this story (Gabe O’Connor) is an airplane pilot who enlists in the WASP program (Women Airforce Service Pilots) in WWII, then becomes a war correspondent who falls in love with an aeoromedical pilot/medic in the European Theatre of the war. Consequently, almost every single page of this book (and sometimes every paragraph) required extensive research!

So not only did I have to learn medical terms, military terms, WASP terms, 1940s terminology/hairstyles/fashion/etc., but I also had to have my history down cold. As a result, I am happy to say that I now know more about WWII than I ever dreamed possible. Which, I have to admit, was pretty cool given the fact that we just celebrated the 75th Anniversary of D-Day.

I am REALLLLLLY excited to introduce you to Gabe’s story soon, but I won’t know the release date until the end of July, so stay tuned because I will be announcing it right here on Journal Jots. Until then, here’s the jacket blurb to prime the pump and the stock photo that I had in mind when I wrote the book:

 She’s dead-set on giving everything to the war overseas …

Even if she loses everything in a war of the heart.

            A street orphan abused and abandoned by an alcoholic father at age five, Gabe O’Connor has never let a man stand in her way yet. So when a handsome flight officer thwarts her plans to become a Women Airforce Service Pilot, she’s determined to join the war effort anyway she can. Her chance comes when she reads about a war correspondent who sneaks on a medical ship to reach the front. As the adopted daughter of the Boston Herald’s editor, Gabe plots to do the same, hoping to report on Operation Overlord (D-Day) by “borrowing” foreign correspondent credentials from the Herald. Stowing away on the medical ship that is transporting her cousin Hope Dennehy to England as a nurse with the Army Nurse Corp, Gabe manages to charm everyone she meets. Everyone, that is, except the one officer she longs to win over the most.

            Alex Kincaid pegs Gabe O’Connor as trouble the moment she steps foot on Avenger Field. As the eldest brother of a boy whose jaw Gabe broke in grade school, Alex is familiar with her reputation as both a charismatic ringleader and a headstrong hooligan who’s challenged every male and nun from grade school to college. Assigned as her flight instructor, Alex keeps a tight rein, even attempting to forge a friendship rooted in God. But when Gabe mistakes his friendship for more, Alex’s rejection kindles her ire, resulting in her expulsion when she pulls a dangerous stunt against Alex’s orders.

            As an aeromedical pilot in France eight months later, Alex is stunned to learn that Gabe is not only posing as a foreign correspondent by a fraudulent name, but causes a summary court marshal for his best friend after she charms him into flying her to Paris for its liberation. Hoping to protect his friend Bren from Gabe and Gabe from herself, Alex makes a deal that inadvertently lands both Gabe and him behind enemy lines. Suddenly, they are exposed to a danger as perilous as the German tanks roaming the Reichswald Forest—a love for each other neither expected.

 

To celebrate finishing Gabe’s story, I thought it would be fun to run a CHRISTMAS IN JULY SALE, so here it is!

 

Yep, you read that right — ALL SEVEN of my indie novels are now on sale for only 99 cents each, including my latest O’Connor Christmas short novel, A Dream Fulfilled. So, if you haven’t read all of them, here’s your chance to get any of the following e-books for only 99 cents.

 A Dream Fulfilled (Katie & Luke’s story) only 99 cents.

 

Each Book in the Isle of Hope Series only 99 cents each:

Prequel novella, A Glimmer of Hope, is free!

Book 1 — Isle of Hope: Unfailing Love (5 stars on Amazon)

Book 1 — Love Everlasting (5 stars on Amazon)

Book 3 — His Steadfast Love (5 stars on Amazon)

Each Book in the Silver Lining Ranch Series only 99 cents each.

Book 1 — (Prequel Novel) For Love of Liberty (4.5 stars on Amazon)

Book 2 — Love’s Silver Lining (4.7 stars on Amazon)

 

A Light in the Window only 99 cents.

(Check out my “A Light in the Window” video HERE created by my hubby using my daughter as model)

I hope you are enjoying your summer as much as I am! Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for my next Journal Jot when I will be announcing both the release date for A Wing & A Prayer and the date for my next Facebook Live, plus giving you a sneak peek excerpt from Gabe’s story.

Till then, have a warm and wonderful summer and HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!! 🇺🇸

HUGS AND MORE HUGS!

Julie

💜 ISLE OF HOPE PIX FROM MELISSA ARMSTRONG 💜

The O’Bryen’s House with its plantation look and white picket fence.

  

The O’Bryen’s dock.

  

Mansion on Forsythe Park where Book 2, Love Everlasting, begins.

 

The famous Lulu’s Chocolate Bar, which appears in all three books.

Chase Griffin’s (hero #3) favorite dessert, double chocolate peanut butter pie!