First of all, my books are situated in a rather complex genre. We have historical + fiction+ romance + Victorian + Christian = my stories (more or less). The tag I would like to emphasize the most would be "clean fiction for women"! However, they don't give you that option when you publish on Amazon. I write sweet stories, but more than that, I have a passion to write stories that give hope. I feel silly when my own stories make me tear up, but then, that is the idea! I have three daughters and I have a full time occupation monitoring what they put before their eyes. The books that are popular these days are complete trash! Can you imagine a Christian in the 1940s reading some of the books coming out today. No! It's a sign of the decline in morals, I know, but also that we have not put out books before our kids that teach purity.
My books are a joy to me. I have so much fun writing the stories and dreaming up the next ones! I have a crazy imagination that does not quit. God has led me to channel my funny brain and use this talent for Him. On top of that, I watch my girls get inspired when I am writing. It's a lovely side effect!
So, I have now written 5 novels of this genre. I am publishing them as I feel that they are ready. First, is Helen Redding. She was the first one which I was satisfied with and certain of completion. Next, is Molly Allen. This one is my favorite that I have written so far. I had the whole entire story in my head at once and crammed it into the computer as fast as I could.
Well, shall I post a bit of Helen? I think all of my heroines are infatuated with books and reading. That is a part of me that I give them. haha!
The parchment before her was getting more confusing by the moment. Helen
found that packing her meager belongings was more complicated than usual with
the prospect of spending the season in London looming over her. “Beth, please
tell me we have already packed my spare chemise and I may cross that off of
this horrid list!” she exclaimed. “Yes, ma’am. I think you will find that
everything on that horrid list of yours is already tucked away neater than
pleats on a French dress!” her efficient maid soothed. Helen sighed, “Ah Beth,
what shall I do without you? Well, I am pleased you will be here to run the
house in my absence.” Beth blushed and smiled grandly for her kind mistress. No
one dared comment that one trunk was plenty for every stitch of her clothing
and the other carried her beloved books. Her small library was more valuable to
her than the finest clothes and she could not part with it. Satisfied, she
crumpled her irritating list and tossed it in the waste bin by her desk. She
thought a moment about going to sit with her father for a while, but then heard
the familiar clink of the decanter and his beloved glass. “Beth, I will just
stay here and read until supper,” she informed her faithful helper.
This is from the second chapter of Helen Redding.
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