Friday, May 23, 2014

An Attorney, a Professor, and a Writer

You are going to want to meet Brandi Hudson, 
Debut Author, for Desert Breeze Publishing.
Please join me in getting to know her.

                       Meet Brandi Hudson

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. 


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.

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