Dear Readers, Richard L Mabry, MD, my favorite author of medical suspense novels, has a new one. I’m
sure you’ll want to let him know how happy you are to see him on the blog
Welcome, Richard. How
did you come up with the idea for this story?
This is a story that has evolved over many years. It began
when Rachelle Gardner ran a contest on her blog. I had given up writing, but I
said, “Why not?” and submitted this line, which won. “Things were going along
just fine until the miracle fouled them up.” Soon thereafter, Rachelle became
my agent, and I eventually got my first fiction contract. Now that I’m publishing
independently, I decided it was time for this novella to see the light of day.
I hope readers will enjoy it.
James and I are both
glad you didn’t completely give up writing. We love your books. If you were
planning a party with Christian authors of contemporary fiction, what six
people would you invite and why?
That’s a tough one. I’d invite Candace Calvert and Jordyn Redwood,
so I’d have someone to talk with about medical fiction. Then, to add romantic
suspense to the mix, I might choose DiAnn Mills and Susan Sleeman. Finally, to
keep the conversation going (and add some interesting back-and-forth), I might
include James Scott Bell and Randy Ingermanson. Of course, there are so many
more, but these would do for starters.
Sounds like a
wonderful group. I’d have to be a fly on the wall with that one. Now let’s do
that for a party for Christian authors of historical fiction, what six people
would you invite and why?
Since my reading in his area is very limited, let me confess
that I haven’t read everything these people wrote, but I know they’re all
excellent. I’d start with Robin Hatcher and Kim Sawyer. Then I’d add Kristy Cambron
and Lauraine Snelling. And to give the gathering a southwest flavor, how about
Mary Connealy and my current host, Lena Dooley? That should give us quite a
I would love to be a
part of that group. Many times, people (even other authors) think you have it
made with so many books published. What is your most difficult problem with
writing at this time in your career?
The populace, especially those not in the field, assume that
once an author is published by a given house, they stick with that one for
life. Unfortunately, that’s not true. Although I’m sure that some of my
colleagues have what amounts to lifetime contracts (and good for them), many of
us have to come up with ideas and synopses to sell publishers so they’ll publish
our next book or two or three. That remains a problem for most of us. I’ve been
fortunate enough to be under contract with two excellent publishers, and then—because
of financing problems by a new house—I found myself out in the cold, so to
speak. I had done some independent publishing of several novellas, so I tried
it with my next two novels. And I haven’t looked back.
I so understand what
you’re talking about. I’ve been with 4 different excellent houses, and now I’m
also publishing some independent novels. Tell us about the featured book.
Let me give you the back-page information to provide an idea
about this book.
“Brother” Bob Bannister is content with his life and his
itinerant healing ministry, until one night he finds that the woman who walks
off the stage under her own power isn’t one of his shills. At that point,
doubts begin to intrude on his previously untroubled existence.
Dr. Abby Davis is tired of her family practice and at odds
with God. Dealing with critically ill and dying patients has crushed her spirit
to the point she’s ready to quit. But she soon realizes that there’s more to
healing than ministering to the physical body.
Scott Anderson was the oldest graduate of his seminary
class. Then again, most of them hadn’t turned away from a medical practice,
hoping to atone for past mistakes (including his wife’s death) by ministering
to men’s souls. Now he hopes he hasn’t made a colossal mistake in switching
Each of these individuals becomes linked to the other, and
each find that God has a purpose for them—but, as it often does, the lesson
comes with discomfort.
I am so eager to read
this book. Please give us the first page.
Bob Bannister, still wearing his suit pants and an
unbuttoned, sweat-soaked dress shirt, sat in the small room he was using as an
office. His jet-black hair was tousled. Through the closed door, he could hear
the sounds of the last stragglers filing out of the old Albertson’s that was
now the Gospel Tabernacle of Goldman, Texas
Bannister had a glass of amber liquid at his elbow, but he ignored it to focus
his attention on the sheet of figures in front of him.
A noise from the back
of the room made him look up.
“Got a second, Brother Bob?” Randy Futterman was standing in
the partially open doorway. Where the man had spent most of his adult life,
there was neither privacy nor manners, so talking about knocking or the meaning
of a closed door was an exercise in futility.
“Sure. Come in and close the door.” Good old Randy,
sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, but devoted as an old hound dog. Of course,
some of that loyalty came from Randy’s status as a wanted man. One phone call
from Bannister could probably put him back in prison. However, so long as he
did what he was told, the man performed adequately as an assistant.
Randy removed his baseball cap and held it in front of him
like a shield. He took three hesitant steps into the room, halting several feet
from where Bannister sat.
“Uh, about tonight’s service,” Randy said.
Bannister picked up his glass and took a sip. “Yeah, it went
well. Give that woman something extra before you put her on the bus.”
“Uh, uh…that’s just it. We can’t do that.”
Bannister put down the glass—actually, he slammed it onto
the table he used as a desk, some of its contents spilling onto the sheets
before him. His voice rose. “What do you mean? After every service, it’s the
same routine—old one out, new one in. You know how it works.”
“I know,” Randy said. “But there’s a problem.”
“Why? We’ve always put that person on a bus out of town as
quickly as possible. We don’t want to risk people recognizing them and asking
Randy twisted his cap with both hands. “Yeah, I know.
But…you see…the thing is, somehow this lady slipped by the ushers to get into
that front row seat.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She wasn’t the person we planted.” Randy’s Adam’s apple did
a dance as he swallowed twice. “I think you really healed her.”
Now I’m even more
eager to read this story. How can readers find you on the Internet?
I have a web page
, as well
as blogging on my personal page
weekly—Tuesdays about “stuff” and Friday about “writing.” I post information
that’s of interest to writers and readers daily on my Facebook professional page
. I also have a
presence on Twitter
Thank you, Richard,
for including my blog in your promotion. I know my readers love your books. That is an interesting cover, too.
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