Monday, September 18, 2017

Seventh Dimension - The City, Book 4, Wins Three More Awards

Seventh Dimension - The City, A Young Adult Fantasy, has been the recipient of three more awards.

I am excited to announce Seventh Dimension - The City is a finalist in the 2017 International Book Awards in the visionary category, won silver in Dan Poynter Global eBook Awards for religion/faith fiction, and won bronze in the Florida Authors & Publishers Association Awards for religion.







I will be releasing the next book in the Seventh Dimension Series soon, Seventh Dimension - The Prescience, and will be discounting Seventh Dimension - The City to $2.99 on Kindle for a limited time. 

If you are a homeschooling mom of teens, I hope you will download the first book in the series for free as an ebook Seventh Dimension - The Door.

I have combined contemporary issues with historical fact and woven in Christian fantasy to create a tale of truth based on Scripture. There is no sex, only mild violence, and no offensive language. But there is suspense and mystery. The Seventh Dimension Series so far as won twenty-five awards. 



Monday, August 28, 2017

How God Has Helped Me to Finish My Latest Book While Battling Breast Cancer



Recently Dr. Charles W. Page hosted me on his Spoonfuls of Courage Podcast where I discuss my battle with breast cancer and finishing my latest book, Seventh Dimension - The Prescience, Book 5

The Podcast is about 25 minutes long, and I hope you will enjoy hearing my testimony. I don't know how people go through the hard things in life without Jesus Christ.  Please take a listen and be blessed.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Chapter Three - Sneak Peek from "Seventh Dimension - The Prescience, Book 5, A Young Adult Fantasy"



When Shira saw the soldiers, she cried.
“Shira, go back to sleep,” I whispered. “Jesus is here.”
The guards eyed Shira and lowered their guns. What danger could we pose with a small child?
Daniel and the uniformed men conversed in Hebrew. Because they spoke rapidly with heavy accents, I wasn’t sharp enough to catch most of it.

The taller man motioned for us to follow. He punched a code into the keypad of the heavy steel door. After a few seconds, the door opened.



We entered a small vestibule. The ominous shadows that flickered over the walls from the emergency lighting felt cold and calculating—walls that I knew were an illusion.
I expected bright floodlights to illuminate our surroundings and to see the impressive command center humming with computers and TV screens. Cameras set up in strategic locations around Jerusalem monitored hotspots and beamed back photographs and video. But no one was here.
The uniformed officer pushed open a hidden door on the opposite side. As we entered, a cool breeze poured in, probably from an air conditioning vent. The guard said nothing, and I found the silence unnerving.
We followed him through a narrow hallway. My anxiety increased. I’d never remember how to get out if something went wrong. I reached for Daniel’s arm. He shot me a reassuring glance.
The guard flipped a light switch as we entered through an unmarked door. “Jacob will be here shortly,” he said. Then he left.
Once the door was shut, I tried to relax.
“The guards are all business,” Daniel said. “They have their orders. Even when they know we’re one of them, they won’t deviate.”
I held Shira close to me. “What did the guard say? You talked so fast.”
“When you told Shira Jesus would take care of her, their demeanor changed. Up until then, I don’t think they believed I was Jacob’s brother. They thought we were spies.”
“Oh.” I glanced around the room. A black leather sofa filled up one wall with matching chairs on each side. Three photographs above the sofa highlighted historical Jewish landmarks—the temple mount, Masada, and a third location I didn’t recognize. I pointed to it. “Where is that?”

Daniel eased closer to the photo. “That’s Petra, in Jordan.”



I’d heard of Petra, but never seen it. I edged over. Off to the side of the room was a small kitchenette and bathroom. On the kitchen counter was a well-used tea kettle stained from previous use. White plastic cups and an assortment of herbal teas filled a straw container. A square refrigerator took up the rest of the counter space.
I noticed an open bible on the coffee table. I started to walk over to see what page someone had been reading, but Daniel picked it up.

“Someone underlined this passage in red. Ezekiel 38:14-16: ‘On that day when my people Israel dwell safely, will you not know it? Then you will come from your place out of the far north, you and many peoples with you, all of them riding on horses, a great company and a mighty army. You will come up against my people Israel like a cloud to cover the land. It will be in the latter days that I will bring you against my land, so that the nations may know me when I am hallowed in you, O Gog, before their eyes.’”




“Must be a prayer room,” Daniel added.
I stepped back from the table and sat on the sofa. Shira readjusted herself in my lap, clutching my shirt. “Whoever was in here must have believed Israel was facing the Ezekiel 38-39 war.”
Daniel sat beside me on the chair.
“Is your brother coming?”
“I hope.” Daniel leaned back, nodding off.

He had to be as tired as I was. Shira had closed her eyes again. Suddenly, a crazy thought swirled in my head. “Daniel, what if we went back to the seventh dimension?”


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I hope you are are enjoying these excerpts to the upcoming book "The Prescience," which will be available by this fall.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Chapter Two - Sneak Peek From "Seventh Dimension - The Prescience, Book 5, A Young Adult Fantasy"



Soon numbness crept up my arms. Even though Shira was light for a three year old, I wasn’t used to lugging around a small child.
Daniel offered to carry her, but she clung to me.
We walked a little further, but my heroic efforts were exhausting. “How much longer?”
Daniel adjusted the backpacks on his shoulders. “Not far.”
I sighed.
The missiles had stopped, but visibility was bleak. Flames shot up in the distance, and sirens blared across the stone city.
Daniel pulled out his iPhone. “Let me see if I can reach my brother.”

I started to call my mother, but my cell hadn’t worked since I left America. How long would the EMP attack destroy civilian communication in the West?


I leaned against a stone pillar beside the road littered with falling debris. I switched Shira to my other side.
I jumped from one worrisome thought to another. Even though I knew time was an illusion, how long had we been gone?
Daniel interrupted my musings. “I can’t call or text.”
“Did the camera work?”
“Yes, I have the photo of her parents. Hopefully that will help us to locate relatives.”
I sat on a nearby bench with Shira. When had I last slept?
I ran my fingers through the child’s curly brown hair. Soot covered her angel-like face. The only sign of the conflagration she endured was the singed edge of her light-colored jumper.
“How old do you think she is?” Daniel asked.
The little girl held up three fingers.
Daniel cocked his head. “I spoke in English. She understands English.”
“Don’t Israelis understand English?”
Daniel eyed her curiously. “Not that young. Kids learn English in elementary school. Her parents might be American or British.”
“She understands Hebrew also,” I added.
“God must have sent us—or you to rescue her. What else did the dog tell you?”

Shira had closed her eyes, but I knew she wasn’t asleep. “Shhh. I’ll tell you later. Let’s get to Jacob’s first.”



As Daniel led us through Jerusalem, I remembered what Jesus said when he lamented over Zion. “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.”
My excitement at making wedding plans evaporated as I thought about what lay ahead.
The almost full moon rose higher into the sky. Soon the walls of the Old City were visible as flames offered a brief reprieve from the darkness. The ancient bulwark was a stark reminder Jerusalem would survive because God willed it.
I wanted to run, but I was too tired. Shira must have fallen asleep in my arms because she was like dead weight.
“Can you carry her?”
I managed to her to Daniel without waking her up.
How could I broach with Daniel what the dog said?
I moved in closer. “I didn’t want to say this when Shira was awake, but the dog told me she has no other family.”
Daniel slowed down. “She must have somebody. We could have a DNA test done.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “Yes, we could. I’m telling you what the dog said. He also said God had chosen us to take care of her. For how long, I don’t know.”
“She’s so young.”
I could sense his concern—how could we provide for the needs of a three year old? We had just turned eighteen and weren’t yet married. What did we know about parenting a child barely out of diapers?

More smoke blew in my face, and another round of sirens pierced the silence. I wanted to sleep and wake up to a different reality.



“Do you remember how to get to the underground bunker?”
“Yes, but how will we get inside at this time of night? That’s what I’m worried about.”
We passed through the Old City Jaffa Gate and the Muslim and Armenian quarters. Stores had closed hours earlier. I followed Daniel down several flights of stairs.
Fortunately the Old City had been spared during this attack although much cleanup remained. Endless stairs and dark corridors brought us to the bunker door. No one would imagine that behind the steel door was a secret command center and star gate to the seventh dimension.
Two watchmen stood at attention. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but at least somebody was here. Shira woke up and Daniel passed her to me.

The guards, dressed in typical Israeli fatigues, held menacing guns and blocked us from entering. Daniel spoke in Hebrew. “I’m looking for my brother, Jacob Sperling.”






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I hope you are are enjoying these excerpts to the upcoming book "The Prescience," which will be available by this fall.