Friday, August 28, 2015

Fabulous Friday Feature-Kristy Cambron





Today we welcome author:
Kristy Cambron

One commenter will win a copy of
Kristy's book:

 A Sparrow in Terezin

Scroll down to see how.


Mary here. I'm so glad you joined us today. Like many other authors, Kristy has had an incredibly busy schedule, yet she has been able to make time to visit with us. I'm so happy!! You will be too, when you see what she wrote after I asked: Tell us how God has led you on your writing journey. You're gonna love this:




"I Love You." --Dad


I didn’t have a thimble full of confidence left in me.

After several dismal (I call them crash-and-burn experiences) showings in unpublished writing contests and enough rejection emails to wallpaper our dining room, I had just enough oomph left to click ‘Send’ one more time. But this time, I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. Not my closest friends. Not my co-workers or my supportive parents. Not even my husband.

Mary: Not even your husband?

I’d made a deal with God. He and I were on this writing journey together, so there was nothing hidden between the two of us. But that didn’t mean I wanted to embrace repeated failures in front of everyone around me. It was humbling. And the kind of kick-in-the-gut to your pride that you just don’t relish sharing with the whole world. So, I decided late one night while the whole house was asleep, I’d submit. I’d click ‘Send’ and forget about the contest thereafter. And when we crashed-and-burned again, at least I could save face. I could pretend it didn’t hurt because no one would know. And if I could do that, I knew I’d still be able to put one foot in front of the other and keep the journey (or, the dream) alive.

Ask any writer and we’ll pretty much tell you—rejection stings.

Mary: That's so very true, Kristy

On the hinges of every contest entry, there’s a twinge of hope that flutters in our heart. Every submission to a publishing house carries its own wave of the “What if?” and “Is this finally my Yes?” along with it. And we read online reviews and feedback on our work with eyes peeking out from behind one hand and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in the other.

No one likes brokenness. And that’s what failure is— a form of something that’s been broken. Whether it be our plan. Our dream. Our timing, even. When an outcome doesn’t measure up to a standard we’ve set for ourselves, something fractures. And sometimes even the last shred of confidence we have is gone.

On my journey to publication, I remember one thing very clearly: 
I needed God to carry me through the times of failure.

We had a new baby in the house. I was working long hours at my corporate day job while trying to be a wife, and mom to three young boys. I’d stay up all night on the weekends, hyped-up on caffeine just so I could write and keep my publishing dream alive. And my dad was sick. (We didn’t know how bad until later.) So with all of that swirling, a few failures is all it would take for me to lose heart.

I had no idea how I was going to make it. And with every poor contest showing and each rejection, I felt that dream slipping away.


But here’s the bright spot. Here’s the shiny penny in the bottom of the jar! I learned more about who I was to my heavenly Father during those times of failure than I’d ever known before. It was like receiving a message straight from His heart to mine.

Nowadays we receive sweet messages by text message. You know the kind— they come through when you’re having a particularly rough day. Someone says they’re praying for you. Maybe they drop a few smiley face emoticons in for good measure. Or maybe they just say a simple, “I love you.” And that’s it. That tiny measure of “I’m still here, and I’m still in your corner” that we get from someone we love just can’t have a price put on it. And He longs to be that in every step of our journey.

If you’re a writer, keep going. Look up the graciousness of our Savior in Acts 9 every time you get tripped up. You’ll see that it’s all about timing, and that it’s not really failure at all. It’s about Him and what’s He’s crafting in your life! Your talents will be used. You might have to grow and build your faith muscles and endure through hundreds of text messages from your loved ones, but I guarantee— when the ‘Yes’ does finally come, it will be all the sweeter for the waiting.

The failures mean little when compared to the realization of a dream.

Oh yeah — remember the contest I entered? I did forget about it. And I didn’t remember until I received word that I’d actually won. And the judge for that contest? She’s now my editor and dear friend. That season came to an end with the start of something new: a contract with my new publishing home and a dream made real. And surprise, surprise… I remembered the “I love you” moments from my heavenly Father along the way more than I did anything else. 

So, how have you seen glimpses of God's presence on a tough journey in your life?



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Kristy Cambron fancies life as a vintage-inspired storyteller. Her debut novel, THE BUTTERFLY AND THE VIOLIN, was named to Library Journal Reviews' Best Books of 2014 and was nominated for RT Reviewers' Choice Awards Best Inspirational Novel of 2014. She’s an Art/Design Manager and co-founder of TheGROVEstory.com storytelling ministry. She holds a degree in Art History from Indiana University, and has nearly 15 years of experience in communications for a Fortune-100 Company. She lives in Indiana with her husband and three football-loving sons, where she can probably be bribed with a coconut mocha latte and a good Christian fiction read.


You can learn more about Kristy Cambron at:

Facebook: Kristy Cambron | Twitter: @KCambronAuthor  
Instagram: kristycambron 

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Bound together across time, two women will discover a powerful connection through one survivor’s story of hope in the darkest days of a war-torn world.
Present Day—With the grand opening of her new art gallery and a fairy–tale wedding just around the corner, Sera James feels like she’s stumbled into a charmed life—until a brutal legal battle against fiancé William Hanover threatens to destroy their future before it even begins.
Now, after an eleventh-hour wedding ceremony and a callous arrest, William faces a decade in prison for a crime he never committed, and Sera must battle the scathing accusations that threaten her family and any hope for a future with the man she loves.
1942—Kája Makovsky narrowly escaped Nazi-occupied Prague in 1939 and was forced to leave behind her half-Jewish family. Now a reporter for The Daily Telegraph in England, Kája discovers the terror has followed her across the Channel in the shadowy form of the London Blitz. When she learns Jews are being exterminated by the thousands on the continent, she has no choice but to return to her mother city, risking her life to smuggle her family to freedom and peace.

Connecting across a century through one little girl, a Holocaust survivor with a foot in each world, these two women will discover a kinship that springs even in the darkest of times. In this tale of hope and survival, Sera and Kája must cling to the faith that sustains them and fight to protect all they hold dear–even if it means placing their own futures on the line

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Enter the contest to win a copy of 
Kristy's book:
A Sparrow in Terezin
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Thank you, Kristy, for joining us this weekend!

We enjoy chatting with you and are looking forward to reading your comments and questions. Or at least your hi, hello, or hey.

Thanks for stopping by!


Don't forget to comment!

Oh, and remember Kristy's question-
How have you seen glimpses of God's presence on a tough journey in your life?

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Following Google's Directions Might Take You Where No Man Has Gone Before



Photo by Mary Vee
I planned to go to a meeting with some fellow writers. I plugged the address into Google and looked over the three plans it gave. 

The directions seemed good.

But I didn't trust them. Poor Google didn't know when construction and other unusual issues, like too many traffic lights, delay the trip. It thinks like a crow.

So I disregarded the first half of the instructions and jotted down the rest. Once on the expressway, Google had to be my guide since I was out of my element.

Yeah! I reached my destination ten minutes early.

On the ride home, though, I thought I'd take a chance and drive the "quicker" route according to Google.

Yea.

Fortunately, I had a compus in my car.



Photo by Mary Vee--I haven't a clue where I was.
After the meeting, I thought it might be fun to try Google's fastest route. I exited the express way and drove a short ways to an intersection. 

To go straight, as the directions indicated, would be to drive on a dirt road. I was okay with that, until the car shook as if it was in a paint mixer.

At the next intersection, the next unlabeled intersection, the dirt road in front of me had a "dead end" sign. 

My home was northeast for the point I exited the expressway. No problem. I didn't have a clue where I was, but I had a compass. As long as I headed north or east, I would find home.

I texted my daughter and told her I was following Google directions home which meant I was playing a derivation of our family Vee road trip game. 

Our family loves to see new things. For fun, we pick a destination like a lake or town we haven't seen. We start on some side or country road, heading in the general direction of the endpoint we want. If the road ends, we turn, always heading in some way to where we want to be. You wouldn't believe all the fantastic tiny towns, vintage houses, little business, and scenery we've stumbled across. 


Photo by Mary Vee--still not sure where I was
Back to my crazy trip home: I stair-stepped from one dirt road that had a dead-end sign to another. I felt like progress had finally been made when this paved road suddenly appeared on the other side of a hill.

This incredibly "as the crow flies" route took about double the time to drive. I am so glad I didn't try it on the way to the meeting.

However, I must admit, I saw some very lovely countryside.

Aren't you glad God's directions lead us safely to our destination? His Word is trustworthy and true. Thank you God.

Have you been on any odd trips like this?


This post has been brought to you by the one word: GodIsOurCompass




Friday, August 21, 2015

Fabulous Friday Feature-Wayne Thomas Batson


Today we welcome author:
Wayne Thomas Batson

One commenter will win a copy of
Wayne's book:
War for the Waking World 
Dreamtreaders, Book 3 



My daughter said, "I really liked these books.
The main character is very relatable. He went through
the same things I did at the time. Like Chronicles of Narnia
(which is for children) the main character became someone
of worth when he went to the new world. I'd say these
stories are for young teens."

Mary here. My kids and I have been avid readers of Wayne's books. They also are books in our home library that are not given away because they are reread.

I feel really honored to have Wayne join us. He has an incredibly schedule. It took a lot of dickering to land on a date he could spare. In case you didn't know, he also teaches sixth grade. I asked Wayne to tell us how God led him on his writing journey.


Be ready--his answer is written with a wild roller-coaster-ride flair. Hold on! You're gonna love this:





A Galactic Face-Palm Event

Hi, Mary Vee! Thank you for letting me guest (read: invade) your blog today! My writing journey begins with a trap door, a black cat made of chocolate, and a cute girl. Yes, God works in mysterious ways.

Mary: How true!!

It’s October, and I’m in the 6th grade at Catherine T. Reed Elementary School (Yep, back then 6th grade hadn’t yet climbed into middle school). The principal announced a Halloween short story writing contest, the spookier the story, the better. I was intrigued but too lazy to act on it, until…they announced that first prize for the boy winner and girl winner would be a 2ft. tall black cat made of chocolate. (It was probably only 9 inches tall, but to me, it looked like it was 2 feet).

The lure of chocolate was strong but not quite strong enough. I needed something more. That was when this girl in my class, the cutest girl in my class, announced that she was entering. My wheels started turning then, I can tell you. If I win, and she wins, I’ll get to stand next to her for like 5 whole minutes! Hot dog! I was SO in.

I set to work on my story, using the completely original plot concept of kids trapped in a haunted house. Er…yeah. I don’t remember much of the story except for one part that took place on the top floor of the creepy house. One of the main characters found a key to an upstairs door that had, up to this point in the story, been mysteriously locked. He cautiously approached the door, inserted the key in the lock, and turned. But rather than unlocking the door, the key turning triggered a trapdoor beneath his feet. Down he went, hitting a serpentine sliding board that dumped him out in the basement. That’s all I can recall, and I remember it only because my mom read the story and said that part was really creative. She gushed about it. Sincere, specific parental praise really does matter, folks.

Mary: More than editors/agents realize!

Long story short, I won the boys side of the contest. The cute girl? She won the girl’s side of the contest. We both were awarded the giant chocolate cats, and yes, I did get to stand next to that cutie for 5 minutes. It was dreamy. But, then, to our surprise, the principal read our stories over the loudspeaker to the entire school. I was shocked and mortified. I was thinking, Oh no, I am going to get greased at recess for this!

But, at recess, the strangest thing happened: kids from all different grades came up to me to tell me what a cool story I’d written. Some even asked if there was more too it, a sequel, perhaps? Sixth grade Wayne was stunned. And suddenly, a life-changing formula materialized in my mind:

GOOD WRITING = MORE FRIENDS, CUTE GIRLS, AND CHOCOLATE.

A writer was born.

Through middle and high school, I got into poetry. It was kind of cheap therapy. And, by my junior year in high school, it really came in handy because I joined a heavy metal band. Don’t judge. We didn’t drink or do drugs. We just liked that style of music and became a close band of brothers.

Finally, after graduating college with an English/Education degree, I decided to teach and had the ridiculously arrogant confidence to not just think—but know—that I would become the next Stephen King. I had manuscripts and journals filled with creepy stories, and one of them, I felt sure was my ticket to Best-Seller-ville.

That was when Jesus invaded my life. Oh, He’d introduced himself much earlier, several times as a matter of fact. But this time, He wasn’t going to let me go. Everything changed. My motivations and dreams all shifted. I went through a year long cleansing period (my friend called it God’s Ajaxing). Everything went: cursing, drinking, chasing after romance…and the writing. I remember dumping all of my creep-tastic manuscripts into the garbage.

A few years later, when I opined to a friend that I missed writing, he broke the news, “Y’know, you could write for God.” {GALACTIC FACE-PALM!}

From that point on, I wrote with a new passion. I was in my second year of teaching middle school English to 6th graders and I announced a short story writing contest. (Can you say, FULL CIRCLE?) But, then my students challenged me back. They said, if they had to write, I had to write. So I did. And that 17 page short story, written in green ink on loose leaf paper was the story that became The Door Within, my first published novel.


Since then, I’ve written 16 additional novels and, God willing, many more to come.

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Wayne Thomas Batson was born in Seabrook, MD in 1968. He had an adventurous childhood and adolescence that included: building forts in the woods, crabbing and crayfishing in bays, ponds, and bayous, playing lead guitar in a heavy metal band, and teaching tennis lessons at the local recreation center. 

Having successfully completed the rigorous Holmes English Literature Curriculum, Batson graduated from the University of Maryland, College Park with a BA in English and Secondary Education. In 1996, he earned a graduate degree in Counseling and has continued his studies with 36 credit hours of graduate-level Reading courses.

Wayne Thomas Batson has spent the last twenty-four years teaching Reading and English to middle school students. He lives in Eldersburg with his extraordinary wife of 21 years and his four amazing (and challenging) teenage children.

Batson’s writing career began in 2005 with the publication of fantasy epic, The Door Within. Since then, The Door Within, The Final Storm, Isle of Swords, and Isle of Fire have all appeared on the CBA Young Adult Bestseller List, including #2 for The Final Storm Fall 2007. To date, Batson has penned or coauthored seventeen novels and has sold well over half a million copies.

Batson’s works have garnered many awards and nominations including: Mom’s Choice, Cybil, Lamplighter, Silver Moonbeam, ACFW Book of the Year, and The Clive Staples Award. But most importantly, all of Batson’s works are “student approved,” meaning that, over the years, the middle school kids in his classes have given each novel a rigorous critique and enthusiastic thumbs up.

Wayne Thomas Batson gives thanks to God for the abundant life he’s been given. He continues to write for the kids he cares so deeply about because he believes that, on a deep level, we all long for another world and yearn to do something important.


You can learn more about Wayne Thomas Batson at:
 His blog - Enter The Door Within
Facebook
Twitter

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Would you be willing to fight for your dreams?
Fifteen-year-old Archer Keaton has the ability to enter and explore his dreams. He is a Dreamtreader, one of three selected from each generation. Their mission: to protect the waking world from the Nightmare Lord who dwells beyond the Slumber Gate. But as Archer’s dreams become more dangerous and threatening, so too does his waking life. 


In this fast-paced conclusion to the exciting fantasy trilogy, the dream world and the waking world bleed into each other when a rift is formed between the two. People in the real world suddenly find their waking lives resemble their wildest dreams. Now it’s up to Archer and his fellow Dreamtreaders to race to reverse the rift before too much damage is done and to battle Archer’s ex-best friend, Kara, who sits on the throne of the Nightmare Lord. Kara is building an army of her own. Will Archer be strong enough to stand against her?

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Enter the contest to win a copy of 
Wayne Thomas Batson's book:
War for the Waking World, The Dreamtreaders Book 3
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Thank you, Wayne, for joining us this weekend!

We enjoy chatting with you and are looking forward to reading your comments and questions. Or at least your hi, hello, or hey.

Thanks for stopping by!


Don't forget to comment!

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Pollyanna Principle


2 weeks after surgery
Photo by Mary Vee

Pollyanna was a character in an old Disney movie. Here is the basic plot according to IMDB: 

A little girl comes to a town that is embattled by feuds and intimidated by her aunt. By the time she must leave, she has transformed the community with her indominatable will to see the good side of even the worst situations and bring it out for the betterment of all.

My daughter destroyed her knee in martial arts. Sigh.

She has such a great attitude about the healing process. We walked through her college campus five days after surgery and out of the blue, she started laughing. "Yah know, Mom, there are a lot of advantages to crutches."

HAH! Immediately I thought--POST idea!

So, without further ado, I give you: 





The Top Ten Advantages of Using Crutches
According to A User

1. Crutches give you really long arms.

2. People are willing to open doors for you, and wait while you hobble through.

3. Crutches give you a reason to have a bare foot in public places.

4. Crutches allow you to walk at your own speed in a crowded place. No worries about keeping up or having to step to the side if you have to tie a shoe. The path is opened enabling you to walk at your own pace.

5. Crutches build arm muscles. The workout is very intense especially when going long distance like from the college parking lot to the classroom. (Her karate class better watch out-she is super girl now!). 

6. A Crutch can serve as a door stop. Perfect when the door tries to shut on a bum leg.

7. Crutches fix bad posture. You have to stand up properly to use them correctly.

8. Crutches let you feel like Spiderman as you swivel down the halls.

9. Crutches can help slow your rate of decent when sitting down. 

10. Crutches help you get up when used as a hand hold.

So many times we allow our circumstance to depress us, worry, make us cranky pants. The Pollyanna Principle is such a good help. "Look for the good in the situation--there has to be something good."

Of course tragedy hits, throwing us into a Job from the Bible situation. But when we can, let's try to find something good in our situation.

How about you? What do you do to help turn a problem moment into something tolerable?


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Friday, August 14, 2015

Fabulous Feature-Zachary Bartels





Today we welcome author:
Zachary Bartels

One commenter will win a copy of
Zachary's book: 
The Last Con



Mary here. I recently learned Zach is a pastor of a church only an hour's drive from my city. Small world! A couple of weeks ago I went to the Great Lakes ACFW meeting and was happy to see my friend, Ann Byle. Ann happened to be one of the speakers. During her talk she mentioned Zachary Bartels, saying, "His book is absolutely amazing. Fast pace. Filled with action." I raised my hand and said, he is going to be a guest on my blog!. I later found out that she is also Zachary's agent and is very excited about Zachary's next book. I asked Zachary to tell us how God has lead his writing journey. What he said will inspire you no matter what your career is:



Two Sides of the Same Coin

When I see God at work in my life, he seems to use an awful lot of Judo moves.

Wait. Let me back up.

My sermon podcast on iTunes is available in Kenya right now, but not in the United States. I’m not sure why. Wait. Let me back up some more.

I only know about the iTunes thing because a couple of my readers told me. You see, back when I was putting together our website, about ten years ago (shameless plug: http://www.churchlansing.com/ ), I looked at some other church's sites and stole my favorite elements of each one, including the audio sermons being available on iTunes (even though I highly doubted that my congregation was chomping at the bit for an iTunes channel).

For a decade, my weekly messages have been multiplying out there on the interwebs, being downloaded at a decent pace—I assume, by a combination of parishioners, friends, and googlers. (And for some reason, a whole bunch of people accessing them every Saturday night, especially after 9:00 . . . not sure what that's all about, but it's definitely not procrastinating pastors desperately searching for eleventh hour sermon material, amiright?) But only since my debut novel Playing Saint came out have these online sermons helped create relationships with believers from all over the world and led to some great conversations.

I didn't see that coming. 

As I was querying agents, then shopping my first manuscript, then preparing to market the book, whenever my church or my preaching came up, it was in terms of, How big is your congregation? Does it provide a significant platform for your writing? Are you a big enough "name" in your circles that people will be lining up to buy your book sight-unseen? Full disclosure, the answers to those questions are: about 120 members, nope, and absolutely not. Thankfully, Thomas Nelson was willing to sign me up for a two-book deal even without a megachurch or celebrity preacher status.

But then this reversal happened. (Which I call a “Judo move,” because Judo involves using someone's momentum to flip them over): my writing began to give my pastoral ministry a further reach. Playing Saint explores the question of what the Gospel truly is and the tension between faithfulness to the Gospel and chasing the world's idea of success. My new book The Last Con deals with questions of identity and which me is the real me when I find two versions of myself at war within. I've been pleased to find that these themes have resonated with readers and to hear from people whose understanding of the Scripture and of themselves has deepened because of these books.

And I've been even more excited to hear from Christians who have not yet found a church home in their area and from joggers who want to tone their body and soul simultaneously, who are now downloading my messages after connecting with my books. When some of these readers have asked for pastoral advice, prayer, and help with a difficult teaching or issue, well that's just icing on the cake. (Disclaimer: you need a local church and local pastor too.) My “pastor platform” may not have supercharged my book sales, but my “author platform” is giving me great opportunities for additional ministry.

But this was a judo combination--an even stranger reversal followed. Let me back up one more time.

A big temptation in ministry is for pastors/ evangelists/ teachers/ missionaries to give themselves credit for what God is doing. In the Bible, this sort of thing leads one king to go nuts and turn into some sort of beast/eagle-man for a time, and another (less fortunate) king to be eaten by worms and die (in that order). I’ve never seen that, but it’s still a dangerous habit today. When one starts down that road, it all too often leads to a place where the people we minister to become numbers, “giving units,” perspective customers, or some kind of fan base. Of course this is completely upside-down when we consider that Jesus taught us (in another one of his spectacular reversals) that "the greatest in the Kingdom of God is the servant of all."

For that reason, I found myself a little weirded out by the prospect of trying to build my Twitter following, promote my product, get my name out there as much as possible, and all the other stuff that goes along with marketing and promoting books as an author. There's nothing wrong with that stuff, of course; it just rubbed me the wrong way because of my background in ministry. But when I began to see the writing not as an escape from ministry, but as an aspect of ministry, I suddenly found some major freedom from all the internally and externally applied pressure.

Not that I don't care how many people buy my books. I do! If people aren't reading what I write, it can't challenge, encourage, bless, or convict them. There's also the fact that a publisher made an investment in me and I'd like that investment to see high returns. And, for the record, I want you to follow me (see the links below).

But the Judo move that God used to leave me temporarily slack-jawed on my back was the one that showed me an important truth: being a pastor and being a writer aren't two equal-but-opposite callings, one in which self-promotion is sinful, and the other in which it's a virtue or, at worst, a necessary evil. They’re actually two sides of the same coin. And both are to give all the glory to God, leaving none for me.

St. Paul (and the Holy Spirit) tells us in I Corinthians 10:31 “. . . .whatever you do, do it all to the glory of God.” If I owned a lawn sprinkler company or a pet grooming studio, I’m pretty sure I'd be promoting those in a variety of ways, and without the sense of guilt. But as a disciple of Jesus, I'd ultimately be bringing glory to Him, not myself—that is, if I worked “as working for the Lord, not for men” (Col 3:23-24), and I'd be viewing every customer, not as a bunch of walking dollar signs or steps on a latter to the top of my industry, but as precious people made in God's image who should be served. And regardless of how many poodles I’d sheered, sprinklers I’d installed, books I’d written, or sermons I’d preached, if I wanted to be the greatest where it really matters, I'd better be happy to serve them.


After all, in this Kingdom, the first is last, the greatest is the servant of all, and being thrown to the mat in a massive judo move can be just the blessing you need.

Wow! Thank you, Zachary.
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Called “the suspense author everyone is talking about” by Family Fiction Edge magazine, Zachary Bartels is the author of critically acclaimed supernatural thrillers. An award-winning preacher and Bible teacher, Zachary has been serving as pastor of Judson Baptist Church in Lansing, Michigan, for ten years. He enjoys film, fine cigars, stimulating conversation, gourmet coffee, reading, writing, and cycling.


His debut novel, Playing Saint, has been called an “intrigue-filled thriller” (Library Journal) and “a page-turner from the very beginning . . . gripping and realistic” (RT Book Reviews). His newest book, The Last Con (HarperCollins Christian Fiction, 2015) has met early positive reviews. He lives in the capital city of a mitten-shaped Midwestern state with his wife Erin and their son.


You can learn more about Zachary by going to:
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CLICK HERE to buy or see
"The Last Con"

Tʜᴇ Kɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғ Mᴀʟᴛᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ Jᴇʀᴜsᴀʟᴇᴍ ғᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴇᴍᴘʟᴀʀs ᴅɪsɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ . . . Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ Dᴇᴛʀᴏɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴏʀɴ-ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

Former con man Fletcher Doyle is finally home after six years in prison. He’s working hard to restore his relationship with his wife and twelve-year-old daughter, but it’s slow going. He hopes that the upcoming mission trip into Detroit will allow him to demonstrate his newfound faith and honorable intentions—but within hours of arriving in the city, Fletcher can feel the pull of the life he thought he’d left behind.

Between trying to hide his reawakened criminal life from his wife and his ever-present ministry leader (and landlord) Brad, and trying to keep the mysterious criminal, the Alchemist, from bringing it all crashing down, Fletcher is in over his head. When the unthinkable happens, Fletcher will have to call on his years in the game and his fledgling faith to find an ancient treasure—and restore his family.


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Enter the contest to win a copy of 
Zachary's book:
The Last Con
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Thank you, Zachary, for joining us this weekend!

We love chatting with you and are looking forward to reading your comments and questions. Or at least your hi, hello, or hey.

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