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Monday, June 27, 2016

Gay's Day's "Love Is."

I'm happy to say another release in our Love Is series is here.
You'll find them on Prism Book Group.
When I was in college I used to run into an atheist in the small cafe where we gathered for Coca-Colas, hamburgers and French fries after class. I tried to avoid him, because he always hopped over to my table and started an argument about my faith.
Perhaps he comes to mind on the release day of Breaking Barriers for several reasons. One, he was angry at me because I am a Christian. Even though today I can’t recall which verses he used, he’d take passages from the Bible and try to make me say they weren’t true. When I wouldn’t, he’d retort with a scientific argument and claim it had to be right.
The second reason he comes to mind—it was the mention of God’s love that finally silenced him. One day I grew so frustrated I asked, “If there’s no God, where does love come from? Why don’t you mix me up a little bowl of it? If scientists could do it, they would, because they could sell a ton of it for lots of money.”
His mouth gaped.
He never trotted to my table again.
Since then I’ve read that we have chemicals in the brain that produce love. I’ve often wondered if he came up with that theory. Even if that were true, the chemicals in the brain came from somewhere, and that would still lead back to God. I hope it wasn’t him. I hope he thought about God’s great love for us and decided to read the Bible.
 Check out Gail’s contribution to Prism Book Group’s new Love Is series…

Breaking Barriers“…love is not easily angered …” 1 Corinthians: 13:5
Gunshots ring out as Ann Jones enters the church. She hides in the bathroom until they stop, then stumbles into the sanctuary. The congregation lies dead in pools of blood. To rebuild the church, she starts True Light Guardians. At the first meeting, she’s attacked by a terrorist, but rescued by James Crawford. He melts her heart, cold from her father’s abuse, and they fall for each other. She’s afraid to commit to love that might grow angry later, like the type she knew as a child. James yearns to stop other attempts on Ann’s life, but can’t. Tormented by her constant risks, he breaks up with her. When an assault sends her to the hospital, an unlikely ally shares Ann’s plight with James, but he reveals a lead that puts all three of them in even more danger.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Gay's Days, A Grand Day!

I'm signing a new contract!  This is a red letter day for me. 

Choices is the first full length fiction book I've ever penned. Prism Book Group has been considering contracting it for some time. I'm thrilled to say they decided to do it.  When I became an author with PBG, the company only published romance. My little klutzy angel, Sarah, fit perfectly into the romance genre.

PBG is a fast growing company and has branched out since I began with Sarah. Women's Fiction and other genres are now included.

Choices is Women's Fiction.  The book is historical and I've been told that it is a thought provoking and gripping tale. The novel tells the story of two women who married abusive brothers and the choices each made to survive.

Physical and emotional abuse is prevalent, and I hope this book helps many (men, women, and children) understand they have choices. More exist today than they did for Mattie and Ella in the early 1900's.

I'm about to send the book in for the editing process, but I'll give you a sample of the unedited version. I know my editor will tweak it and the scene will come out stronger. Those editors do an amazing job.

The year is 1925. Seventeen year old Mattie has eloped with Jesse. Her twin brother stops by her tiny house to have a chat. Jesse returns home and Mattie discovers her groom's true nature.

“Well, isn’t this a cozy scene? What are you doing here, Maury?’ Jesse spoke loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

            “Gee whiz. Don’t have kittens. I just dropped by to see how the newlyweds are doing.”

            “We’re doing just fine. Don’t you have something to do, or some place you need to be?” Jesse placed hands on a vacant chair as he glared at Maury.

            “As a matter of fact, I do.” Maury rose from the chair and moved to the cupboard where Mattie stood.

            “Bye Sis. Thanks for the invitation to dinner. Maybe another time.” After a quick hug, he turned and left.

            When Maury reached a safe distance—out of hearing range, Mattie turned to Jesse. “I invited him to eat with us. Why did you run him off?”

            “I don’t want any man near my wife.”

            Mattie drew her brows together. “Maury isn’t just a man, he’s my twin brother.”

            “He is a man. I will not have him coming here and talking to you.”

            “What? I don’t understand. It won’t hurt anybody for him to visit with me.”

            Jesse closed the short distance between them and bent to her eyelevel. Mattie’s knees grew weak as he trapped her against the cupboard. Her heart raced with the speed of a cheetah. Why did Jesse appear so angry? If only she could step aside, but she found no place to move in the little kitchen.

            “No more, you understand? You will not see or speak to that brother of yours again. I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me.”

            Her eyes stung as if a cold wind had suddenly whooshed into her face. She’d never seen Jesse like this. He’d been emotionless the time he threatened to break up with her and go to Alice. Where did this fury come from? She placed a trembling hand over her chest. He’d been her handsome knight in shining armor, but now his face had contorted into the look of a devil.

            “You can’t mean what you are saying. Not seeing or speaking to Maury would kill me.”

            Jesse raised his right hand and slapped her hard across the cheek.

            “You’re my wife. You will do what I say. You're forbidden to talk to him anymore. My wife will not talk or be seen with any man ever again. A few seconds ago you said you didn't understand me, do you now?"

            Mattie’s eyes widened. Jesse had hit her. He had shouted at her. She wanted to reach up and touch the smarting cheek but she didn’t. Her body shuddered as Jesse bent down once more to stand nose to nose with her. His fiery eyes would deliver the fear of Satan to a preacher.

            “No more, Mattie.”

            Jesse straightened to his full height. The ten inches separating them made Mattie feel as though she were a puny nothing.

            Jesse took one stride to the table and sat down.

            “When will dinner be ready? I don’t have long. If you hadn’t been so busy talking to that infernal brother of yours, you would’ve had your work done.”

            Mattie twisted back to the cabinet and continued with food preparation. She willed her hands to stay away from her stinging face.

            Thankful she had peeled and fried the potatoes earlier that morning, she merely needed to reheat them. Placing the biscuits into the hot oven, she removed the black cast iron skillet from its hook on the wall and made milk gravy.

             Jesse filled his plate as soon as she set the food on the table. Mattie watched him for a few minutes and then sat down. With hands clinched in her lap, she stared at her empty plate.

            Jesse ate in silence, drank a glass of buttermilk, got up from the table and studied her. “I mean it, Mattie. You’re married to me now. I am the only man in your life. If you fancy anything, ask me. If you want to go someplace, get my permission. If you notion a gossip with somebody, do it with me. I’m your husband. What I say goes. Do you have enough sense to grasp what I'm saying?”

            Mattie didn’t trust her voice to speak. She nodded.

            When the screen door slammed shut behind him, she pushed the plate aside and rested her head on folded arms.

            The sobs came with the ferocity of a river breaking through a dam.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Gay's Days, Three men in for the ride with Sarah.

Hi guys and gals,

I've missed you!

The first few weeks of June have been busy, and they are about to become more so for the Lewis household. We had rain. Boy! Did we have rain. People in our area are still digging out. The rain left and our Texas traditional heat followed. Yuk! Summer months in Houston are brutal.
We are expecting temps near the century mark and with our humidity, add another ten degrees.

So how did I spend the days of the flood? At the computer, of course. Many roads were closed. We could go east on a few streets but no other direction. Safer to stay home, so we did.

One item that kept me at the computer was proofing and getting Sarah ready for her debut in Chicago.

I'm happy to say her adventure to that city is available for preorder on Amazon eBook.  If you get it now, it will be sent July 1. Can you believe July is almost here? I'm counting this release as an early gift to me since my birthday is in July.

3.99 on Amazon
In the first book, Sarah and A Date for Mackenzie, the notorious goof up angel brings a reluctant Mackenzie and an eager Ethan together. High school is a challenge, but Sarah gets the best of a bully. He’s a James Dean type with a nefarious background and wishes to harm Mackenzie. After Sarah rids the rebel from Mackenzie’s life, she then shows Ethan’s fine qualities to Mackenzie. Disguised as a human, Sarah attends the prom. Look out! A mishap angel is among the dancers.
 Sarah thinks her mission is completed when the prom ends, but that’s not the case.
In the sequel, Sarah and the Double Wedding Woes, the Superiors send their haphazard angel to earth again—this time to match up Mackenzie’s mom to Robert, and Mackenzie’s grandmother to William—all at the same time.  Each of these relationships will fall into a hole if one or more relationships do not succeed. Terror punches Sarah in the stomach when she follows Jessica and Robert to Chicago. Houston is scary enough, but her assignments have always been in or near that city. What if she gets lost in Chicago? Hold it! Back in Houston, another scary situation presents itself. She must attend a Houston ballgame with Bonnie and William. The queen of all panic attacks strikes her this time.
Sarah begins a family tradition, and three unsuspecting men are in for the ride of a lifetime

Monday, May 30, 2016

Memorial Day, 2016

The Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C.
The next two photos are from the Veteran's Cemetery in Dallas.
Most cities have places of honor for our veterans.
And they should.
Without our men and women giving their lives,
 we would have no cities worth living in.
Thankful for our heroes.
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My dad told me about riding the waves in one of these as he led his platoon into France.
He never spoke much about it.
Most of the men didn't.
I wish he'd given me more details.
But the memories were too horrible to recall.
War is not a vacation. It is not a trek into paradise.
War is a glimpse of hell on earth.
I'm thankful for the sacrifices. I hope all of us will give respect and honor.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Gay's Day. PROM TIME


Do you remember yours? I do, and when I find pictures, I'm going to post them of my dress. I chose a white one. I can't remember where I stashed those photos, but I'm looking for them. Stay tuned.

In my book, Sarah and a Date for Mackenzie, Mackenzie and her friend shops for gowns. Recall that fun? Trying on the glam clothes? 
This book is not just for teens. Mackenzie has a mom and a grandmother, so three generations are represented. Sarah, the dyslexic angel, is assigned to help them all. On my blog today, I'm telling you about Sarah tagging along with the teenagers to shop for dresses. She drools over the colors and sequins. Sarah's wardrobe consists of white muslin.
In her heart of hearts, Mackenzie wants to go to prom, but fears no one will ask her. She's shy and avoids peers. Her mom teaches at the high school, and that is no help. In fact, it makes things worse. 
Ashley, Mackenzie's best friend insists she go shopping for dresses. Mackenzie tries on several pink, demure ones. They fit her personality.  

Which one of these pink dresses would you choose if you'd been Mackenzie?
Here's an excerpt from Mackenzie and Ashley's shopping spree. They are in a dressing room in a posh shop.

Mackenzie selected two dresses and disappeared. When she stepped out, she wore an innocent, pink dress with a beaded, jewel neckline and cap sleeves. Ashley stood at the three-way mirror in a backless mermaid dress, split showing leg at the side, and bling covering the bodice.
“Wow Mac! You look stunning. That dress is perfect for you. Demure and sweet.”
“Maybe I’d rather be more daring. Look at you. You’d stop a train.”
“This one is a little too sophisticated, but you’re beautiful in that one.”

 (Ashley tries on several dresses, and all are showy and blingy. She is an extrovert and doesn't mind showing off her assets.)  Here's another Ashley tried on.
 This is the one she chose.
  Now back to Mackenzie and her selection. Another excerpt from Sarah and a Date for Mackenzie
Mackenzie twisted her mouth. “I do like the pink one, even if it’s reserved.”  Her lips relaxed into a grin. “I guess it’s more me.”

“The color is perfect with your blonde hair.”

Mackenzie buys the dress with the intention of returning it. Sarah must find Mackenzie a date so she can wear the beautiful dress. This book has a secondary story about a bully. I enjoyed writing it and I think moms and daughters will find it entertaining.  I hope helpful too. Bullies are difficult to deal with, and Mackenzie's mom has a few suggestions.
Leave a comment about your prom dress. What did you wear? What color was it? Did you feel like a princess? Was the evening fun? A disaster? Would you date the same guy again?

From the comments I receive, I'll draw a name and give away a copy of Sarah and a Date for Mackenzie.  It's a fun book, and I'd love to hear about your prom dress. So spill the details.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Gay's Days Dementia and Alzheimers

I once spoke to a group of about three hundred people. They all wore name tags. Many knew each other already, but in case they forgot a moniker, a tag attached to a shoulder was a good reminder.
None of them knew me.
I began the introduction to my speech and used the label designations as an attention getter.  I said something like this.
"Names are often difficult to remember so I'm pleased we are all easily identified. If I forget your name, I can read it and  my problem is solved.
"What if we couldn't remember our own name?  What if we couldn't recall friends or family? Or how about the nightmare of forgetting who God is?
"There may come a time when our memories fail us, but God's mind never collapses. He never forgets who we are. A disease may make us unable to think of Him, but He always knows us.
"Now here's an interesting part. God chooses to forget the sin and awful deeds we've done, but forever remembers us, the person. Our names are so important to Him that He records them in His Book of Life when we become His family."
I saw a post on Facebook from Michelle Benglson. Here's her quote. I don't know if it is original with her or not, but it is a good one.
Satan knows your name but he calls you be your sin.
 God knows you sin but He calls you by your name.
Isn't that amazing?
People with dementia or Alzheimer's often feel disoriented. They become angry because they can't remember normal their name. Many won't be able to meditate on the Holy One, but He will think of them.

Patience. Love. Respect.
These are qualities a sufferer with these diseases need. Some are difficult to give. Patience is not one of my virtues but I'm trying to cultivate it. At the time I gave the speech, our daughter was healthy. She now experiences early onset dementia and requires patience.
 Let's also remind ourselves and the ill loved one that God always knows them and hasn't forgotten them. We can't explain why disease and hard times came their way...or ours. Only God knows why. Our choice is to remain faithful to Him and the person who hurts.
Before I forget this important reminder.
Have you read the latest Sarah book?

Saturday, May 7, 2016



You don’t arrive on Earth without one.

Some are virtuous—the kind you wish each child had.
Others aren’t so honorable.

Let’s talk about women and their roles as a mom.

Sentiments abound on this day. We spend large amounts of money on cards, flowers, gifts and dinners. And we should. Mothers deserve our appreciation. I wish mine were living so I could honor her once more.

Have you given thought to someone other than your mom on this occasion? It must be difficult for some women on Mother’s Day. Those who are without children. While churches make a big deal of the day and families take mom to a restaurant, what about the lonely woman who has no one to do those things for her?

How about the mom who gives her child up for adoption? Many of those women long for that baby all their lives.
How about abortion? Numerous females who terminate offspring mourn the loss of the child. For numerous women, halting the baby’s progress doesn’t eliminate the connection.

Mothers who’ve lost children to wars, disease or accidents suffer grief until eternity. Most of us expect our children to outlive us, but that isn’t always the case.
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What about the women who long for babies but can’t have any? The hole in their heart grows bigger each time they see a sweet, little cherub.

I once saw a pregnant woman sitting in a choir loft on Mother’s Day. The pastor asked the mothers to stand, and this lady’s face grew bright red. She was expecting her first child and didn’t consider herself to be a mother just yet. I disagree. Moms take care of the unborn before they leave the womb and it becomes a lifelong process.

When a child is conceived, a mother is born.

A bonding process begins.

Most of us think of our mothers with love and appreciation. Many children love their mom in spite of maltreatment. That bond thing again—children have it for mothers too.

One of our daughters once worked in a children’s home. Abused kids were brought to her for shelter—one had cigarette burns covering her body. All the kids under our daughter's care had memories of a mom who’d abandoned them. The physical and emotional pain those children endured go beyond comprehension.

Stepmoms and adopted moms hold special places in the lives of children. Their kids were born before they met them. Applaud them for loving the child from another woman’s body.
Let’s not forget the unsung heroes. Teachers who work with kids each day, and others like our daughter who care for the hurting, abandoned little guys. Aunts. Grandmothers.
Authors who write children’s books. Women play an important role in the life of children.

All Women influence children.

Let’s honor the righteous ones and pray for the hurting ones on this Mother's Day.