Friday, June 21, 2013

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Review: A Legacy of Lies by Stephenia H. McGee

A Legacy of Lies is a beautiful and precious reminder that God has a perfect and good plan for each of us. While the path to the fulfillment of that plan may be neat and clean or it might be messy and painful, but no matter the shape or condition of your journey, He will always be there with you, cheering  you on,  sending His encouragement, and always just a breath away to help us out if we will only ask. A Legacy of Lies is such a wonderful manifestation of this promise of God to believers and non-believers alike. It brings more of an awareness of the fact that God moves in mysterious but magnificent ways toward the perfection and completion of our life’s journey.

You will find that when you surrender your life to Him and allow Him to guide you, He will fulfill your wildest dreams and then go far beyond even those. We see a testament to just that in the journey that Sarah and Jim shared. Sarah allowed herself to be surrendered completely to God’s will because she had reached the end of her ability to further guide her life into what she had planned for herself. Once she gave up control of her life, God then stepped in and guided her decisions to bring her to the place she needed to be. We then find Jim drawn to Sarah throughout a chain of interesting events. Jim finds in Sarah the friendship, love, and hope that he has always needed and wanted.

While circumstances may not work out the way we think they should, they always work out the way they were meant to when God is in the center of them. We only need to rely on Him and allow Him to move on our behalf. A Legacy of Lies is a token to us of God’s ever enduring and magnificently unfathomable love to us. A Legacy of Lies meticulously displays His desire is to see us live a life of promise, hope, and fulfillment. We, in turn, need to surrender our hearts and our lives to Him in order to see our life transformed into what it was always mean to be.

Stephenia H. McGee portrays this yearning for us from God in such a palatable and melodic way that a part of your heart will want to stay behind with Sarah and Jim longing to walk hand in hand with God each day. She painstakingly created a living and breathing masterpiece that will touch your heart and change your mind about how God uses circumstances to bring people together in order to fulfill His plan for their lives. I have loved every part of A Legacy of Lies, and I am anxious to see what Stephenia writes next.

Stephanie McGee Book Tour



Sarah Sanders was always the reasonable sort, until she kissed a cowboy against her better judgment. Feeling strangely drawn to this mysterious ranch hand with a dark past, she finds herself swept up in an adventure that will force her to question everything she believes.

Jim Anderson's cowboy gig is going pretty well. Except for one thing - he thinks he's going insane. Night terrors, hallucinations, and now a girl he has no business falling for. It's better to keep his distance. But when Sarah is nearly killed, he will risk it all to save her.

When tragedy brings him back to the home he tried to escape, Jim will have to face the truth behind his strange circumstances and hope that Sarah will believe him. Digging up the answers to questions long buried, does he have the strength to face the dark family secrets that threaten to destroy them both?


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Author Info:

Stephenia McGee is a woman of many projects. Besides being a wife, mother of two very active little boys, writer, author, book reviewer for InD’Tales Magazine and Fiction with Flair Christian Book Reviews, a literary agent’s assistant and artist, she is also the chairman of Spirit Horse Ministries (a youth ministry dedicated to helping foster and underprivileged children).  Stephenia has always loved books and her stories can best be described as Christian fiction with flair.

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My Review:

Here is my review for this truly beautiful story.



It was cold.

Too cold.

The eerie silence of a moonless, starless night engulfed him.

Jim shivered. It had been high noon only a few minutes ago. Had he fallen asleep? He didn't remember being tired. He shook his head and tried to focus his groggy mind. He peered around cautiously. Where was his horse?

A rustling sound in the bushes startled him. His eyes darted to investigate.


No, wait. There it was again. Off to the left. His eyes strained, searching for the slightest movement or shape. Something. Anything.


He felt like a kid afraid of the dark.

Get a hold of yourself, man.

Fingers of fear teased along the back of his neck. The hairs stood on end. He shivered.

Where was that horse?

"Ciervo!" His voice sounded weak even to his own ears. He tried again. Now he was completely hoarse.

Swallowing the panic rising from the pit of his stomach, he took a cautious step forward.

He heard stirring in the woods behind him. Squirrels? He listened intently.

The noise came again. No. Definitely not a squirrel. Something was pacing in the woods.  Deliberate. Stalking. Jim's mouth went dry.

Mountain lion.

His heart raced and he looked desperately around, scanning the darkness. Blackness blanketed the meadow. Jim hoped Ciervo hadn't wandered too far. He started to walk. Slowly. Calculating. He couldn't tell in what direction he moved.

His cell! He could use it as a light source. Jim's hand brushed at his hip. It wasn't there.

He frowned. It always stayed on his belt. He never left the ranch without it.

Jim's eyes strained, but he could barely make out his surroundings. The farther he walked, the darker it got. His breathing came in quick, rapid intakes.

A shrill sound broke the silence. His heart leaped.


Where was he? Was the mountain lion after him?

Hoof beats. Thank goodness.

They were pounding quicker than his rapidly drumming heart. A shadow appeared about thirty feet in front of him.

It wasn't his beloved horse. It looked like something galloping up from Hell.

The horrid creature ran wildly toward him. The cold air caused the hot breath to billow from its nostrils like a smoking dragon.

The monster's eyes looked like no earthly thing he had ever seen. The bulging orbs had a luminescent shine that came from deep behind the pupils. In the pitch black they glowed like a ghostly beacon.

The horse-shaped beast lowered his head. The creature was preparing to slam into him.

Jim threw himself out of its path and landed sharply on his hip. His right thigh slammed into a large, extruded boulder. Fire shot down his leg. Ignoring the pain, he jumped to his feet, eyes probing the darkness for the crazed brute. The ghostly version of Ciervo had vanished.

Despite the cold, he began to sweat. Jim felt eyes boring into him. Someone or something watched him. He was exposed. Unprepared. His heart hammered in his chest. His body refused to move.

Another sound. Different. It wasn't rustling limbs or bushes, and it certainly wasn't the horse's wild hoof beats. It was quiet, like a soft whisper. Crying? No, calling out for something.

He strained to catch the garbled words. The voice grew louder. More urgent. Still he couldn't make out the woeful tone. Then, as if his brain finished translating some cryptic code, the word became clear.


Again. Louder this time. "James... James..." The voice rose and fell in the darkness. Its eerie sound slithered into his ears.

"Hello?" His voice echoed hoarsely. He held onto a feeble hope the voice came from someone nearby lost in the dark along with him. No one here knew him by that name. He stood holding his breath, listening.

Suddenly, a freight train of frigid air knocked him backward. Terrified, he dared not to move. The voice came again.

"You must help. Soon it will be too late--"

An insidious roar erupted around him. Hot, musty breath bathed Jim's face. He struggled backward. He couldn't quite make out the figure standing over him. The silhouette was enormous. Its shoulders spanned at least four feet. An odd-shaped head swayed from side-to side.

It growled.

Paralyzed with fear, Jim lay helpless. The creature rose to stand upright. Seven. Eight feet tall. Jim gasped for air. His feet tore into the soft ground, trying to gain footing. Desperately trying to get away.

The creature came crashing toward him.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Drunk Dialing the Divine Tour

I would like to welcome Amber back as we finish up our interview with her. I am pleased to have the opportunity to further showcase her wonderful talent to the digital world!


Author Info 

Amber Koneval is a twenty-year old Colorado native, graduating from Regis University in December of 2013. She has been published in over twenty journals with more than sixty poems. Drunk Dialing the Divine is her first collection. She loves snakes, line-dancing, and going to the theatre on Saturday nights. You can contact her at  her main website or at her blog. She loves comments and e-mails!


Interview: Part 2

5. What do you hope that people will come away with after reading your poetry?

That poetry is still enjoyable. That there are many ways to express oneself. With my more religious poetry, I hope to convey that Catholic-Christian poetry is still very much alive and well and that it doesn't have to rhyme to be sacred.

6. What are you currently working on now?

Hoo-boy. What am I not working on? Under this name, my birth-name, I write strictly poetry. I write one or two poems at minimum every week, so I'm constantly working to get those typed up and refined. And then I'm submitting to literary journals for publication several times a month as well (thank you, Duotrope!). This summer, I'm going to be heading a couple of workshops and readings, including a revival camp for youth teaching them how to use the gifts God gives them in order to have a fulfilling life (using my life as a writer as an example).
Though, I also have one semester of college left, so I'll be putting off on a lot of new stuff in order to finish my undergraduate thesis.

7. What are your up-coming projects?

I have one manuscript, Mti Wangu, being shopped around for publication at the moment- it's a larger collection of poems that I wrote when I was doing a missions trip in Kakamega, Kenya back in 2010 (which, fun fact, is also a collection of the last poems I ever thought I was going to write- I contracted typhoid while there and thought I was going to die in a foreign country!). I'm also perpetually figuring out how to compile my next big collection of religious poetry, which I've tentatively titled 'The Shattered Deity', which would pick up from where 'Drunk Dialing' and 'Mti Wangu' picked off- 'Drunk Dialing' being the anger I needed to sort through to be open to faith, 'Mti Wangu' being the experiences I needed to have to open my eyes to the larger order of the world, and 'Shattered Deity' being the culmination and continuation of trying to live out those lessons thus far.
I've also been trying to work in a collection of my more secular poetry, for those who aren't Christian/Catholic, which I've called 'Synonym Girl' after a poem a friend wrote about me. That one might take a lot longer, since the topic is so unbelievably broad.

8. Where can we purchase your poetry and/or read samples of it online?

The best place to purchase the collection would be from my publisher's website, eLectio publishing. You can get it as either a paperback or an ebook, which is pretty neat. If you're in/around Colorado or would like to support independent bookstores, the Brainfood Bookstore in Longmont always carries a couple of paperback copies. And, as last resort, you can always look up the title on Barnes & Noble or Amazon.


Poetry Showcase

“If you want to talk about people
then you need to talk about

eighteen trees line a fence
he said that they’ve grown
up to there
so tall the children crane their necks
to see where the leaves reach down
with branches thick and keen
for the touch of their clever fingers
resting on the bark
as if to say
I feel you
and I remember
water my tree from a well dug deep
in an old, dry pasture
by foreign tongues and skin as sensitive
as milk
and remember me
in the shade of the tree that knows
the feel of my cupped hands
down deep in its soil
its roots twisted thick
round my veins
and think of me

Last night we sat on the back porch
you strummed your guitar so loud
that the neighbors flipped their lights on
Who knew light could be so threatening?

Last night, you strummed your guitar
you called it finger-picking, really
though it's all noise to me
and you told me that you felt

How many nights must I sit
with goosebumps
sipping on cider and listening
to the strums of a guitar
How many times must I watch
grown men cry
How many men will tell me that
they're alone
Can't you feel them
sitting where you sit, strumming guitars and
up at a starless sky?
I do not understand this
you feel.

Book Blast: At The End Of Our Journey by JACK R EAST JR {June 18, 2013} - $50 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!

End of Our JourneyAt The End Of Our Journey By: JACK R EAST JR

About the Book

At the End of Our Journey is a personal testimony of the life and Christian faith of the author. The inspiration for the book came from two incredible and powerful dreams about Jack's Christian faith. The dreams were experienced in November of 2010 on two consecutive mornings. Jack awoke from both dreams with precise and detailed memories of the events and emotions felt during the dreams. He can recall all of the events of both dreams two years later. To be able to remember all of the details of both dreams is very unusual for him and for most other dreamers. The two dreams did not reveal anything new about his Christian faith. The first dream expressed all of the doubts, fears, and questions that all followers of the Christian faith have asked themselves many times. The second dream was a direct confirmation from God that all of the promises of the Christian faith are true and will happen for all who believe in Christ's redemption and follow his teachings. Words cannot adequately describe the events and emotions of the second dream. The author has difficulty finding words to describe the emotions experienced in his dreams, but he can share the following conclusions about his dreams and the Christian faith with you.

He experienced the finality of knowing that he had died. He knew the joy of knowing that his Christian faith allowed him to conquer death. He felt hope and joy to know that his spirit had conquered death and was rising into Heaven.

He was overcome with joy, peace, contentment, fulfillment, and the sure knowledge that the only place he could possibly be was in Heaven. No other place could feel so good and right. He cannot adequately describe how it felt to know that God was there to welcome him to Heaven where he heard his powerful and loving voice say to him,

"Jack, I am glad you are here, I have been waiting for you."

How could he describe hearing God's welcome end with the following words...

"but, I am not ready for you yet."

At the End of Our Journey is Jack's attempt to share with you the wonderful experience of his life, dreams, and Christian faith. His wish is that you may also know the joy of the personal presence of God in your life and feel the full depth and beauty of His powerful love. And that you may receive a taste of what awaits for us at the end of our journey of Christian faith.

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Jack EastJACK R EAST JR Jack was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in September of 1940. In 1945 his family moved to Southern California where he lived for 30 years. He started his journey of Christian faith in 1956 at the age of sixteen. Jack married his wife Barbara in 1961 and their marriage has lasted for over fifty years. Jack started his career as a CPA, and he and Barbara started their family while living in Southern California. Jack and Barbara moved to the far north coast of California in 1975. Jack continued to work at his accounting and tax practice as he and Barbara raised a family of three great sons. Their boys and their spouses have provided them with four precious grand children. Both family and the Christian faith have always been important parts of the life of Jack and Barbara. At age 72, Jack is still working at his accounting and income tax practice with Barbara's help. Retirement is under consideration, but it is not their greatest priority at this time. In November of 2010 Jack experienced two incredible dreams about his Christian faith. The dreams were the inspiration for writing a book and for this website. The dreams have started a new chapter in the life and Christian faith of Jack R. East, Jr. at age 72.


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