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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Friday, 31 July 2015

Release Day. Signal Me #1 - November Charlie


November Charlie. If the tsunami doesn't kill them, the sharks just might.

The flags November Charlie means - I am in distress and require immediate assistance.

Today sees the release of November Charlie, the first in a series of 3 YA books. Be warned, it's a series and ends on a deliberate Cliff Hanger. As does book 2.

Blurb:

When Jim and Staci Kirk's parents go missing, he decides to search for them himself. Unbeknownst to him, his sister and their best friend Lou, stow away to join him.

It seems so simple on paper, sail from England to the Philippines and find the Kirks. But a hurricane named Erika and a relentless shark conspire against them to make the voyage one of the most perilous trips the teenagers have ever lived.

Can they endure the danger? Will they find the Kirks alive or does God have another idea in mind?

Extract:

Lou heard a siren and turned to look behind them. A flashing light identified the fast approaching boat as police. Four armed officers stood on deck and the loud hailer instructed them to pull over.
"Jim? What are you going to do?"
"Do what they want."
"You can’t."
"I have to." Jim began to slow the boat and moved it to rest at the side of the waterway.
The police boat shot past and one of the officers waved his thanks.
Lou released a sigh of relief. "For a moment I thought..."
"We all did," Jim said. He pulled out into the main waterway again and followed in the wake of the police boat.
"Wonder where they’re going?" Staci said.
"Somewhere in a hurry. Maybe they’re late for lunch," Lou said.
"With guns?"
"Maybe they’ve had lunch, and they’re off to kill the cook," Jim said grinning.
"There it is," Staci pointed. "It’s slowing down."
Suddenly an almighty explosion fragmented the police boat into a mass of flames and smoke. Shattered timbers and twisted metal flew everywhere.

Available in both ebook and paperback from
Pelican Book Group,
Amazon UK,
Amazon US,
Barnes and Noble

and probably other places too :)

Friday, 17 July 2015

Pirate by Night - by Lisa Asenato


His uncle wanted him dead. Instead, Nicholas Collington was given to pirates.
Robbed of his rightful title and position, Nicholas survived. Now he rides the high seas, helping the wronged and avenging the downtrodden while the man who stole his life goes unpunished.  But it’s time to reclaim his title and lands...time to make his uncle pay. However, to get close enough, Nicholas has a role to play.
Grace Thonburg is a gentle soul.  Ostracized by the Ton after an accident leaves her maimed, she is content to minister to the villagers with her dear friend and elderly vicar, Finn.  But Finn must leave, and a new vicar has arrived--A man so powerful and handsome that Grace is attracted to him in ways she hardly understands. She has accepted that she will never find love, but is this new vicar heaven sent? He seems unconcerned with her past or her position in Society...Yet, she senses he's hiding something.
After Nicholas assumes the role of the town's new vicar, his desire for revenge pales when compared to the desire he feels for Grace. But she is a lady, and he is a pirate.
He loves her unconditionally, but can he win her heart or will the weight of Nicholas's secret quash their new-found love?

excerpt:
He had been told the day he was born was idyllic and filled with promise.

His father paced the study in the silent manor, fear and hope wrapping their way around his heart. It was his duty to produce an heir, and it had taken ten years to accomplish the task. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, which he quickly mopped away with his crisp, monogrammed handkerchief. His wife was his life, more necessary than the air. He prayed she would survive the birth for without her, he could never go on.

Upstairs, the child’s mother brought him into the world of earldom. He was the first born male, the heir, the hope for the future. His titles were long and his riches unequalled, but as his mother held him close, all she saw was her longed-for child. They told him how she refused to give him to the nurse. Instead she held him, kissed him, and cried tears of joy, completely besotted.

He had felt the love of his mother everyday of her short life. He knew her gentle instruction, her warmth, and her graceful care. Never had there been a day that her laughter hadn’t rang out like a song throughout the manor, tickling his father’s serious eyes. Her gifted fingers flew over the piano keys, filling his memories with her music. In every corner of every room, her presence was evident. Always with a soft hand upon his shoulder, a kind word, and an eager ear—a mother’s love made perfect.

And when he looked into his father’s eyes, although he was too young to name pride and acceptance, he saw that he was exactly what he ought to be. He felt his value, his worth, and even his adoration.

Instead of the earl apparent, he had been treated like a royal prince, a valued treasure, a precious son. Every day of his first nine years had been light, burden-less, and filled with happiness.

Then, at just over nine years old, an eruption of the cruelest kind destroyed his life, as he was ripped from the only world he had ever known, and thrust into the darkest, most vile, inhumane place for a young child.

His life became distinctly separated into two parts; before and after. The memories of his former life, these stories of his birth, the knowledge he once knew of love and kindness, the memory of all that was pure and clean, he locked tightly inside a small brass chest, the key had been turned many years ago, and left somewhere in the depth of the Atlantic.

Every so often, his mind would recall that deeply buried coffin of memories, but never would he delve inside, for he no longer felt he deserved even a glance at such things. Over the years, he had come to wonder if the memories of his childhood were real or if in desperation, his mind created them as a way to cope with the harsh reality he had endured. And so, when those thoughts came, his mind, now well-trained, would recoil from that path, and return to the present.

At present, his consuming hunger for vengeance was his only driving force. He fed it as it roared, and it was sated for a while. And when it demanded more, he gave it more.

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Lisa Asenato lives in the Finger Lake region of New York State with her husband, three children, and a little dog who thinks she's a human. She writes romance because relationships that follow God's plan are one of the most beautiful of all His creations. She is a hopeless romantic, a glass half full, and a wannabe runner. A former Ladies Bible Study leader, she loves women, and would love to hear from you.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Interview with Pastor David Magowan

Today I have an interview with Pastor David Magowan from Carey Baptist Church. He's been  co-pastor at Carey since 2009, although we'd known each other some time before that. (Carey of course is the church that I attend.)

The thinking behind this interview is that some people assume Pastor's work one day a week - Sunday. They turn up, preach and go home and don't come back til the following week. Unless there is a wedding on the Saturday.

So I asked David if he'd do an interview to show us what a Pastor does during the rest of the week, and he very kindly agreed. So, thank you very much for sharing so openly and honestly with us. 

On with the questions.


1.             How long have you been a Christian? Can you tell us a little about your conversion?

I became a Christian when I was 14 years old.  My parents were Christians, and when I was born they were missionaries in Jamaica. My father was a Methodist minister and was involved in church-based pastoral ministry.  When I was 10 years old, we moved to Northern Ireland where my parents were originally from. I grew up under my father’s ministry and was converted through his preaching of the gospel. I realized I was a sinner in need of forgiveness and I put my trust in Jesus for salvation.  I benefited greatly spiritually from Christian Endeavour and other church youth groups, and from the discipleship of older Christians.

2.             Did you always want to be a pastor?

I was keen not to go into church ministry just because my father was a pastor. My dad had left school at 14 years of age and worked as a telegram boy in Belfast and then as a Royal Navy storesman in Hong Kong before he went into pastoral ministry and he spoke to me about the benefits of experience in secular employment prior to going into full-time Christian ministry.  I was involved in leadership of the Christian Union as a student and sensed at that time that I might be a pastor in the future, but wanted to work first in secular employment.   

3.             Have you had any other jobs in the past?

I did a degree in civil engineering and after graduation worked as a site engineer in the West of Scotland for a year before moving into an engineering design office in Hampshire where I spent 12 years as an airport engineer. I worked on airport development projects in UK and overseas, and lived for a time in Madagascar and Tanzania.   

4.             How long on average does it take to write a sermon? 

Writing a sermon takes as much available time as I have in the course of a week.  In my first pastorate I was preaching 2 or 3 times every week, and so I had to prepare quickly. It was a good discipline.  Generally I try and get two full mornings for sermon preparation and then whatever other time I can glean in the week alongside my other pastoral responsibilities.

5.             Do you ever get a day off? I know you have a ‘designated day’ but do you ever get to keep it? What if something happens on your day off?

I try to have a full day off each week and will often spend the day with my wife. I find that I have to plan how to spend my free time as otherwise the temptation is to pick up some pastoral work that needs doing.  Occasionally there may be pastoral emergencies that demand a response on my day off and generally I will rearrange my plans to accommodate this, if no-one else is able to step into the situation.

6.             Most people think a pastor simply turns up on a Sunday and preaches, once possibly twice. What do you do the rest of the week?

In the rest of the week, I prepare for Sunday, with significant time spent in study for preaching.  I attend various meetings of the church each week e.g. seniors’ lunch, elders’ meeting, staff meeting, prayer meetings/homegroup.  I do some pastoral visitation including visiting members in hospital.  I often have a committee meeting e.g. mission, outreach, seniors. With my wife, I do marriage preparation classes with engaged couples. There is also some administration.  I meet 1:1 with some individuals.   

7.             How many churches have you worked at in the past?

I have been in one other church as a pastor prior to coming to Reading – Whitby Evangelical Church in North Yorkshire - where I was for 7 years. 

8.             How do you fit your pastoral duties with those of a husband and father?

I often say to my children that they probably see more of me during the week than they would if I was still working as a consulting engineer. I am busy in the evenings with church responsibilities, but I am able to sit with the family most days to eat an evening meal together.  I spend time with my wife on my day off (Friday) and try to ensure we have some family time on Saturdays.

9.             Have you ever questioned your faith or calling? Most of us have doubts at one time or another and assume pastors are immune from this (and things like losing our temper etc too)

I wouldn’t say I have ever really seriously questioned my faith or calling although there are times when I have found living the Christian life and serving full-time in the church difficult and draining.  Sometimes its hard thinking that I’ve been a Christian and a pastor for a reasonable length of time and I’m still struggling with prayer or witnessing or reading the Bible devotionally or some sin.  Its good to be reminded of my own weakness and to be reliant on God to provide the help and strength and grace that I need to live as a Christian and to serve others as a pastor. The doubts I have are not as much related to the truth of the gospel, but more to do with a lack of faith sometimes in the ability of God to work in the lives of people who seem so disinterested or antagonistic to the gospel.

10.         How can we best pray for you?

Pray that I would grow in my love for the Lord and for His people and for those who need to hear the gospel and believe in Jesus. Pray that the Lord would keep me faithful is serving Him and use me to evangelise, encourage and equip others.


Monday, 6 July 2015

Long time no blog

So it's been a very long time and no blog, but i'm back and hoping to do better now. I have a couple of posts in the works, but for now i thought i'd fill you in on what's been going on. Other than the fact the keyboard is refusing to capitalise I's properly all the time.

First, I signed three contracts last week for new books, all with Pelican Book Group. One is for Dutch Crocus, a free bonus book for the end of my Flower series. One for a new passport to romance called Welsh Wildfire. And the third for my Christmas Extravaganza book for this year - A Mummy For Christmas. More on those in a later post.

Second, we've had really hot weather here. Up in the high eighties, low nineties. All with no air conditioning.
Tilly hasn't been impressed at all.  She either hides in the grass pretending to be a grow bag, or under the table in the lounge.

Third - and the most scariest - my youngest daughter left school in the middle of June. We now just have to wait for her exam results before she decides what to do next.

I'm crocheting in a big way. Having made a blanket for a single bed and several pram blankets, I'm now doing a blanket for our double bed. A mere 400 plus squares. (And i thought that 240 for the single one was bad enough.) There will be pictures at some point, but right now it's just a mess of individual coloured squares.

Not long now until November Charlie comes out. More on that in the next post. Or maybe the one after.

And it won't be so long between posts next time. And my intent is that they won't all be book reviews now.