You are going to want to meet Brandi Hudson,
Debut Author, for Desert Breeze Publishing.
Please join me in getting to know her.
And he determined the times set for them
and the exact
places where they should live.
Acts 17:26
So the Lord determined that I would enter the world’s stage
in a small Midwestern town. Surrounded by the comforts country living offers,
the outdoors became glorious grounds for my imagination to run free.
Early on two passions emerged: academic learning and
writing, which fits well since I am an attorney, professor, and writer.
With this combination, I get to meet so many different and
interesting people. People are the common denominator for my calling, and it’s
my job to encourage them.
Presently, I live in Franklin, Tennessee, which is one of
the most amazing small towns in the country. If you’re ever passing through,
let me know. Perhaps Providence will allow us an encounter and I can learn
about your story, too.
The Determined Time and Place
Twenty years ago, Emery Morgan, said goodbye to her fiancé,
Hayden Bryant, at his graveside: their future cut short by his death in the
Gulf War. She’s kept a vigil in her heart for Hayden’s memory while she’s
filled her life with running a farm and serving the local Franklin, Tennessee
community.
Jackson Carrington, who’s writing a biography about Hayden,
comes to the farm, requesting an interview with Emery.
What ensues is an exchange: Jackson can have the interviews
if he helps Emery on the farm. It doesn’t take Jackson long to express his
desire to court Emery, but her initial rebuffs prove challenging.
Will he break through the barriers of the past to Emery’s
heart? Or will the unfolding events that create confusion for Emery break his?
Why I Wrote The Book
I wrote this story to bring balance to many of the
faith-based books found in mainstream fiction today. I wanted to share a story
about real people with real problems who serve a real God. I also took a
different direction than I've seen in the mainstream faith-based world and
wrote a story involving an older woman and a younger man. I wanted to let
readers know it's okay to think outside the box, because that's where God is.
He's not confined to the perceived limitations of our presuppositions, plans,
or problems.
Excerpt:
Chicken noodle was the elixir of the night for Jackson.
He ate two bowlfuls at the small kitchen table before finishing another glass
of juice. "That was delicious. Thanks." He returned to his room and
slipped back under the bed covers. "I'll be fine by morning."
"I'll bring you some water." Emery tidied up
the kitchen a little and entered Jackson's room a few minutes later. The lamp
on the nightstand was on.
Jackson breathed heavily, deep in a sound slumber.
Emery set the glass on the nightstand and reached to
turn off the light. She hesitated and looked at Jackson while he slept. How
could anyone resist admiring such a handsome face? What could possibly be done
to make him any lovelier? Emery flicked off the light and the moonlight that
cast upon him transformed him into a most angelic sight.
Was it wrong to stand there staring like she did? Was
it wrong to wonder if maybe, possibly, perhaps her heart held just the
smallest, most infinitesimal, minutest spark of feelings for Jackson?
She shook her head as she stood there. You are crazy for entertaining such notions.
He's way too young and too good looking. You're just reading him wrong. He's
not flirting with you; he's just a really nice guy. Who's going to marry a
really nice girl, his own age.
That evening, Emery let low sniffles fill up the
silence of the night. She'd given up twenty years of her life and it was too
late for love. Jackson had his entire life ahead of him. Maybe if we were only five years apart, maybe then. It was so hard
to be honest with herself. She couldn't admit she wanted love and romance, so
she did what she did best, she refused to let the feelings from her youth
resurrect. She piled the metaphorical dirt on top of the grave of her desires,
shoveling heaps of words of discouragement and chastisement. Then she planted
over it soothing, flowery words of false contentment.
You can get to know Brandi more by checking out her website at http://brandihudson.com
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