Dear Readers, I’m thrilled to bring this book to you. Lee is a dear friend and one of the authors I’m mentored for several years. I loved this book as I watched it develop. As I’ve said before, I really like books with foreign settings, and this one is partly set in
I’ve long been interested in missions, especially pilots who have taken the
gospel into hard to reach areas. This book takes us there with them, and of
course, there’s a wonderful love story that plays out. You won’t want to miss
this book. Brazil
Welcome back, Lee. What are some of the spiritual themes you like to write about?
In Love Takes Flight, I particularly addressed the reality of a call from God and how it may be recognized.
What other books of yours are coming out soon?
I spent last year writing a series of three books set in
at the request of a publisher and my agent. Unfortunately, that publisher was
bought out by another, and the line was closed out. I’m having fun writing a
novel set in a small Texas
town, but it isn’t nearly finished yet.
If you could spend an evening with one contemporary person (not a family member of yours), who would it be and why?
Dr. Ben Carson, a man of remarkable intelligence, insight, and abilities.
James and I would love to meet this man as well. What historical person would you like to meet (besides Jesus) and why?
I would enjoy chatting with the Pasteurs, who proved the germ theory of disease.
How can you encourage authors who have been receiving only rejections from publishers?
Don’t keep trying to perfect a book which has received only rejections. Start something new, something you will enjoy writing. Make it imaginative. James Scott Bell says to put a surprise on every page. Thinking that way is fun.
Tell us about the featured book.
Volunteering in the Amazon to escape a broken heart, an American nurse re-examines her life’s calling as she confronts hijackers, malaria, and her attraction to a certain missionary pilot. This is “the book of my heart,” the net of living many years in
Please give us the first page of the book.
A child’s scream pierced the Brazilian jungle night, wrenching Camille from the tendrils of a nightmare. The wail soared through the trees again, long and desperate. She rolled out of her hammock and stumbled on numb legs, gripped the supporting rope, and got her bearings. The humid night vibrated with fear and confusion, in time with her pounding pulse.
Nearby, a mission team member hit the floor with a thud, emitting the forced unh! of having the breath knocked out of him. She could run to him or toward the shriek that woke them.
Shouted questions stabbed the moonlight and flashlights snapped on at odd angles. The child howled a Portuguese word Camille didn’t know, but she couldn’t miss the desperation.
Focus. Reacting with her nurse’s training and passion, she slipped on flip-flops, grabbed a flashlight, and dashed off the open platform in the direction of the pitiful cries. In this jungle, she and Dr. Flavio were the only ER.
“Sucuri! Sucuri!” The word rang throughout the village more like the name of a beautiful bird than the vicious anaconda.
She ran to where villagers converged on the wide footpath in front of the stilted houses. Raised machetes flashed as muscular brown arms brought knives down hard. Shouting and groaning, men hacked at an enormous snake curled in the baked red dirt.
Camille pushed into the circle of defenders and found a young boy under attack. The snake writhed, dying but not giving up its prey. A final cut severed the snake’s head from its squirming body. Blood squirted on the clay clearing and the people. Snake blood and boy blood.
She recognized Pedro as a ten year old from the previous day’s medical clinic. He cried, but no longer with curdled terror. She knelt in the dust to examine his wounds and her guts twisted. She had to get him somewhere she could treat him.
Camille glanced around. Where was Dr. Flavio? She’d have to start without him. Faced with the responsibility, her mind wanted to freeze. Stop the bleeding. Compression. Disinfectant.
She spotted Jessica, the blonde fourteen year old who assisted in the dispensary. She would have the keys to supplies or know who did. “Jessica, get me some disinfectant—alcohol, Betadyne. Lots of it.”
(And by the way, Jessica is real. She is now an RN and about to return as a missionary to the Brazilian Amazon with her husband. They will serve in a very primitive jungle area near her parents.)
How can readers find you on the Internet?
For the book: http://amzn.to/12nRfpk
This last website has hundreds of photos from our years as missionaries in
Thank you, Lee, for sharing this new book with my readers.
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