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SplatterDeborah Lynneadmit one to check out the trailer home

Only Heaven can surpass the wonderful life God has blessed me with here on this earth.

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Testimony of Innocence

"Deborah Lynne has done it again with the second installment of the Samantha Cain Mystery Series, Testimony of Innocence!

There's murder, suspense, drama and yes, even a little romance. Deborah's ability to bring you into her stories and keep you captivated is a true gift..." M. Barber

Testimony of Innocence follows the first novel in the Samantha Cain Mystery Series, Be Not Afraid . Be Not Afraid is available for sale at your local book store, or you can order online. Click the 'order' option from the menu on this website.

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Hey everyone. An e-journal page has been added to my website. I'll be writing in my blog once a week. Hopefully the tips I share will inspire new writers to move forward with their dream, as well, I want everyone to know what God is doing in my life. What better way than to write a blog. I find it exciting and I hope you do too.

There are new things happening this October and November. Mark your calendars - 10/29/11 THE LOUISIANA FESTIVAL is back! In the past I've volunteered working there, but this year you'll find me behind a table with my books. So many Louisiana authors will be there. Come check it out. In November mark 11/5 for Free Writers Workshop. 11/18 The Annual Bright Lights Festival downtown. 11/19 The Holiday Book Fair. For details on these events, click on 'events'.

In my personal life, 11/11/11 is a special day. My son, my baby, my last born, and if you listen to his big sisters -- my favorite (not really - its just a running joke in the family) -- is getting married. He's marrying a beautiful young woman from California and we are all looking forward to this date.

As a lot of you know, this past year my husband was diagnosed with lung cancer. He fought the battle & won. Not by himself, mind you. The Lord brought him through. Although he's had to retire due to the damage done to his lung, Scott is getting stronger everyday. Praise the Lord!!

Another tid bit of news I think is wonderful--I've lost 14 pounds. My oldest daughter dropped over 40 and is looking great. That inspired me. The very good news is, I'm not on a diet cause I never stick to those. I've downloaded MY FITNESS PAL in my iPhone and input everything I eat. It's amazing to think I'm eating foods I love (not the deserts & sweets though- very seldom do I partake of them, but if I do I COUNT THE CALORIES), just not as LARGE of a portion. Portion control drops calories. WOW!! I've set my daily goal to stay around 1200 calories. After a few weeks I started walking. At first very little, but have worked up to 1 mile most days. I'm drinking more water. That is a key.

A small reminder, you can still read the first chapter from each of my books on 'books' tab in the left menu, as well as, see a trailer on two of the books - BE NOT AFRAID & PASSION FROM THE HEART. Another one has been made for GRACE, A GIFT OF LOVE. It should be added soon. Now work will begin on ALL IN GOD'S TIME's book trailer. The 2nd book in the Samantha Cain Mystery Series is almost ready to go to my publisher, Oak Tara. I was blessed. They were willing to wait on me while my husband went through his ordeal. Thank you Ramona!

I still love spinning stories and plan to do it for a very long time. I hope you will be an avid reader of my novels. I also look forward to seeing you one day at a book signing in your area.

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first chapter Passion from the HeartChapter 1 “Over my dead body!” A deep, harsh voice cut through the air like a knife. Chills slid down Erika’s spine as she spun on her heel to face this irate person. Her mind screamed, who are you? How dare he come in and try to stop her dream from becoming a reality. When she completed her turn and came face-to-face with this intruder, she started to give him a piece of her mind, tell him to mind his own business. Her mouth opened, but the words froze on her lips. Instead of speaking, her hand flew to her chest as if trying to hold her heart at bay. Her gaze locked on a very attractive, dark-haired man, dressed to kill--in a tux, no less--who caused her heart to pound deep within, one beat after the other. Her gaze soaked in a James Bond look-alike...…the Pierce Brosnan version, but shorter and in his late twenties or early thirties. Erika Arceneaux'’s pulse quickened as her gaze soaked in the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Who was he? Closing her eyes, she snapped her mouth shut and shook her head slightly. The question she had intended to ask, the better question, was who did he think he was? Her conversation with Margaret Richardson was between the two of them, and he was not included. He had nothing to do with it, so why butt in on something of no concern to him? In Erika'’s opinion this man needed to mind his own business. After a mere moment passed, she drew a deep breath and gathered her senses. Dropping her hand, she opened her eyes wide and held her head high as she said, “"I beg your pardon?"” Although she meant her voice to be strong and powerful, it squeaked out barely above a whisper. She couldn'’t force the edge she wanted, needed, at this moment. That she would have to work on, she realized as she swallowed a hard lump in her throat. It was all Erika could do to speak to him and not back down from him. This man would not intimidate her. She would not allow it, no matter who he was or what he thought he could say or do. The dark-haired stranger took two swift steps, closing the gap between them. Stopping only inches from Erika'’s face, he leaned in as his face twisted. “"You heard me."” His voice deep, his words clipped, as his cold blue-gray eyes bore deeply into hers. "“No one is getting that motel."” “"Nathaniel!"” Margaret snapped. "“That will be enough!”" The elderly woman rose to her feet and stamped around the petite desk. Placing her hand on his upper arm, she tugged slightly and broke the confrontation between Erika and this daring man. His glare shifted to Mrs. Richardson. Who is he? Erika wondered. The older woman knew him, obviously, but how dare he come in here and interrupt their meeting? At least Mrs. Richardson stood up to the man. Who did he think he was? Erika wanted to spit those words at him but held back. This was Mrs. Richardson'’s home, after all. The older woman would handle Nathaniel, whoever he was. That was for sure. A smile tried to touch her lips at the thought of this little woman taking down this powerhouse of a man. The thought alone was empowering to Erika. Nathaniel stepped back, allowing Margaret to take control of the conversation, thus giving Erika a chance to breathe again. She didn'’t realize she had held her breath since she managed to question his statement a moment or two ago. "“My son means no harm, Miss Arceneaux. Please forgive his rudeness.”" So, he was her son. Erika took in a long breath as she glanced from one to the other, trying to calm her nerves. On closer scrutiny she saw the resemblance in the color and shape of their eyes. “"Mother, I can speak for myself. I meant every word I said."” His eyes narrowed as he spoke and turned his gaze to his mother and his back to Erika. "“I overheard her request…...or should I say plea to purchase the old motel. And Mother, I saw the look in your eyes. All anyone has to do to touch your heart is give you some sob story, and you'’re ready to roll out the red carpet for whatever they want. Well, I have plans, big plans for the motel."” He pulled his body up straight and puffed out his chest. Confidence oozed from his pores. “"Well actually, the plans are for the land the motel sits on. That old motel has wasted away. It’'s good for nothing. We’'re going to tear it down. Plans are already in the works, so she can'’t have it. And the money it will make in the first year alone is more than ten times what she wants to pay for it now."” Turning his cold stare back on Erika he added, “"And I will not have some bothersome creature off the streets come in here and destroy my plans. I’'ve worked on this project for months.”" Margaret patted her son gently on his shoulder, as if to still his anger, and then she turned to look at Erika. “"Dear, I will phone you tomorrow, and we can continue our discussion. Right now, I need to have a private chat with my son.”" The woman handed Erika a small pad and pen as she spoke. "“Leave me your name and number, and I promise I will get back to you.”" Her cool blue eyes glanced over at her son and then returned quickly to Erika. "“I promise.”" Erika had not been able to take her eyes off of Nathaniel Richardson from the moment he came into the room. Even now, she had to force her full attention to Mrs. Richardson and the things being handed to her. She saw the sweetness that poured from the look on the woman’'s face as she spoke. Erika glanced down and let out a slow breath, taking the pen in hand. Was her dream disappearing as the second hand ticked away? She jotted down her name and number on the pad, as she felt her vision for the motel slipping through her fingers. Erika had such high hopes when she rang the doorbell not even one hour ago. And when she told Mrs. Richardson of the inheritance she received on her twenty-fifth birthday and what she wanted to do with the money, the look on the older woman'’s face had given her such expectations. Her dream started taking shape before her very eyes, becoming a reality. In an instant, this man shot it down with four strong words that spewed from his mouth. "“Over my dead body.”" For a moment she almost wished he were dead. Sighing, she pushed that thought out of her mind. Erika could never wish anyone dead. It was a momentary slip. He brought the worst out of her...…At least at that moment. Maybe, just maybe, Mrs. Richardson could help bring her son around to their way of thinking. Erika saw the connection between mother and son. It was there, and the mother seemed to have a strong influence on her son. But then, Nathaniel Richardson appeared to be a man used to getting his own way. So much for my dream, she thought as she sighed softly, feeling defeated. Turning that motel into a retirement community for the able-bodied seniors like her grandfather and his friends started to crumble before her very eyes. Her heart had held this dream since she was a teenager in high school. Her grandparents had raised her most of her life, and she always dreamed of giving back to them because of the love they had given her. She had even written about her dream for an English assignment in the tenth grade. Erika’'s grandmother read it before she turned it in for a grade. Grammy helped her believe that one day her dream could become a reality, if she kept it in her heart, listened to her heart, and let it lead her every step of the way. She could still hear Grammy’'s voice saying, “"Sweetheart, God gives all of us a passion in our heart. This is His will for us, the thing we are to accomplish while here on earth. You stick with your passion. Let your heart lead you.”" The dream was to build a place--—like a small community or a village. Here, senior citizens would feel safe when they took their afternoon strolls. There would be a large game room where they could gather with others their own age over coffee or tea, and play checkers, chess, or some other board game. They would not have to hear loud music blaring in their ears. They wouldn'’t feel as if they didn’'t belong anymore. Blinking her eyes to fight back the tears, she erased the vision from her mind’'s eye. She didn’'t dare let him see her cry. No way. Erika glanced up at Nathaniel as she laid the pad and pen on his mother’'s desk. His eyes were glued on her. A shudder rushed across her shoulders, giving her a light chill. He looked down his upturned nose at her, as if to say she was a bum begging for bread crumbs. How dare he? She reached down and grabbed her purse. With all the strength she could muster, Erika held her head high, with her chin in the air, and said in a very calm and peaceful voice, "“It’'s been a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Richardson. I look forward to your call. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice and hearing my proposition.”" Without giving Nathaniel another second of her time Erika strolled past him and out the door of his mother’'s office, hoping to find her way out before the tears formed. She didn'’t dare give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt to be treated so poorly.

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I'm almost finished reading your book, and I LOVE it! I can't wait to find out how it's going to end! The only problem is, I'll want to read more! I'll want it to continue!!! - C. Politz August, 2010

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Be Not AfraidChapter 1A scream pierced the darkness outside the office. Samantha Cain's head popped up as she glared out the big window. She froze. Her heart pounded as an cold icy chill slid slowly down her back. "What was that?" she whispered to herself as she slowly rose to her feet. Fearfully, her eyes searched the night through a large picture window in a futile attempt to find the source of the scream. A black void filled her view as the moon hid behind a large cloud. Standing perfectly still, Sam listened for another scream. Almost perfect silence flooded the room. Neither the hum of an occasional tugboat chugging down the Mississippi River nor the steady rhythm of a train crossing over the bridge on elevated tracks were heard. Only country music played softly in the background, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Was it a scream, or was it her imagination? It could have been a squeal from tires. Kids raced along the River Road all the time. A cat could have called out in the night. Possibilities flashed through her mind. It could have been anything. Why am I reacting this way? I've worked nights too long to start jumping at every sound.... Fear comes from the devil. Peace comes from God. That wasn't a straight quote from the prophet Isaiah, but Sam got the message her mind had just sent her. She took a deep, cleansing breath to calm her nerves and slowly released it. A moment later, the scream replayed in her mind. She shivered. That was what unsettled her nerves. It wasn't tires squealing or a cat screeching. It sounded like a human scream. A woman's scream. With unsteady hands, Sam reached for the knob on the radio and turned it off. Straining, she listened again. Nothing. Silence. Her fingertips iced over and goose bumps lined her arms. The bitter taste of fear settled unnaturally in her mouth."This is silly," she scolded herself. Sucking in a gush of air, then quickly blowing it out again, hard and fast this time, she tried to shake off the feeling of alarm. Fear not. I am with you. Words of peace crossed her mind as her heartbeat settled to a steady thump. Maybe I imagined the scream. To further convince herself of her strong imagination, she unlocked the double locks on the wooden door to her office. Standing in the entryway to the glassed-in lobby area, she saw first her own reflection: a woman barely over five feet tall, with long brown hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her bangs almost covered her green eyes as she leaned toward the glass door and cupped her hands around her eyes. She peered through the glass door leading outside. With the fluorescent lighting on inside, she could see only vague, indistinguishable shadows through the glass. Pushing the front door open, she stepped out into the night air and listened again.Still nothing. Sam's eyes adjusted to the darkness. The one streetlight, near the gate's entrance to Liquid Bulk Transport, exposed an empty highway. The clouds shifted slowly, unveiling the moon one slice at a time. Patches of grass-covered ground became apparent beyond the road where the levee rose to contain the flow of the mighty Mississippi. Tracing the moonlit summit of the levee in both directions, Sam saw nothing out of the ordinary.Confident now she'd imagined the scream, she relaxed, unclenched her fists. A slight breeze stirred strands of her hair, blowing them softly across her face as she turned back toward the building. Grabbing the door handle, she was about to pull it open when she heard a rustling. She stopped and turned in her tracks. What was that? Was it the wind? Was it something...or someone? She perked her head, twisting toward the highway as she strained to listen. Then she heard it again...a scuffling. A couple of dogs, maybe? She wasn't sure what, or possibly who, but she knew she heard something. Sam jerked her body around in the direction of the levee. Staring hard, she tried again to find the source. Her eyes squinted, slowly tracing along the levee for something--anything--making that sound.The noise stopped again. With her left ear cocked toward the levee, Sam stilled, straining to hear the sound again. Nothing.If only the sound was distinct, she could find it. Identify it. Maybe then, she could prove to herself it was nothing to worry about. Possibly even discover it was two dogs fighting over a bone. And, who knows, maybe a cat tried to interfere. There it was again! Something was out there, but what? A thrashing sound came from the direction of the levee, but she didn't dare move closer. It was louder this time. More grunting or groaning noises. What was it? Was it those dogs she so hoped for? She didn't hear any growling. Sam stared, squinting, focusing her eyes intently toward the sound. Finally, she saw it. Over there, on top of the levee, an eerie light cast from the moon shone upon two silhouettes, a large form locked in a struggle with a small figure of a woman. The shapes appeared for a second or two, then vanished on the other side of the levee. A woman was being attacked. Sam's heart pounded as she turned on her heel.Running back into the building through the glass door and past the wooden door leading back into the office, she punched 9-1-1 on the telephone. As it started to ring, she glanced out of the window and back at the door to the office. Oh no! She forgot to shut and lock the door behind her. Her stomach knotted as panic choked her. Her chest tightened. There isn't time for fear, she told herself just as she heard, "This is 9-1-1 emergency. What is your emergency?"In a rush, she said, "This is Samantha Cain at Liquid Bulk Transport on River Road. I heard a scream and saw two people fighting on the levee. By the sizes and shapes of the shadows, it looked like a man attacking a woman. Can you get help here quick?""Stay calm, ma'am. I'll dispatch help right away. All cars in the vicinity..."Sam listened while the operator broadcast the situation and location to deputies on duty. What if help doesn't get here in time? She wondered. How can I stand here holding a phone while someone is being attacked? Can I let her be a victim too? "I've been trained," she reminded herself aloud, thinking of all the self-defense and emergency courses she'd taken over the past year. She slammed the phone down on the countertop. "I can't just sit here. No way. I've got to try and help her." Greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world. With that Scripture in mind, Sam grabbed her purse and pulled out a small black container of mace. Help me, Lord, she prayed. I can't stand by and let him hurt her. I need to slow the man down, distract him, or something, until help arrives. Please help me to make smart moves....Now she knew exactly what she was going to do, and she knew she wasn't alone. Racing out the door, across the graveled parking lot of the trucking company toward the levee, she didn't give herself time to worry about the consequences. She hastened toward the fight holding the device tightly in her grasp, ready to spray the attacker when she reached him. If nothing else, it should buy time.As Sam rushed closer, she noticed the woman's hands were hanging limply at her side. It appeared all of the fight had gone out of her. Sam prayed she wasn't too late.Hold on, her thoughts whispered. Aloud, she screamed, "Leave her alone! Let her go!" Sam closed some distance between them as she started across the highway toward the levee.The man's head snapped up, and he peered in her direction. Even this far away, Sam saw his eyes. They blazed with a sick, detached, almost possessed look. His hands stayed locked around the woman's neck, appearing to squeeze even tighter if that were possible. Sam knew she had to be crazy to continue toward this crazed man, but she couldn't stop now. She had to do all she could do. It took all the courage she could muster to keep moving forward and not run back to safety. As she started up the levee, less than fifty feet away, Sam shouted again, "I said leave her alone!" The attacker's eyes widened as he slowly turned toward Sam, twisting the limp body still in his grasp in the same direction. The woman wasn't fighting back any more; nor was she standing on her feet. He was holding her airborne, by her neck. Sam's steps slowed slightly as her grip tightened on the mace. Suddenly the attacker released his hold, and the victim crumpled to the ground like a fallen leaf. His gaze locked on Sam, and he took one step toward her. Sam's heart skipped a beat. I'm next. He's going to come after me now. Am I strong enough to hold him off till help gets here? Her heart began to pound even harder. Then she heard that still, small voice in her head: I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. There was no turning back. She gripped the can tighter and her fingertip felt for the button ready to spray him, to stun him...to bring him to his knees.

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I don't need to tell you Be Not Afraid is suspenseful. Just look at the cover. Neither do I need to tell you it carries a thread of hope and inspiration throughout the story. Just look at the title. Ms. Lynne has conceived a fascinating storyline that captured me at the very beginning. Our heroine, Samantha Cain, is the widow of a policeman. The entire 3rd Precinct where her late husband, Martin, worked blames her for his death. Now, her own life threatened by a serial killer who thinks she can identify him, Samantha is forced to rely on the protection of Detective Matthew Jefferies who is not only from the 3rd Precinct, but is her husband's former partner. How does conflict get any better than that? The psychotic killer is not interested in doing away with Samantha immediately. He plays with her mind, wants her to know he can drop her at will and there's nothing she can do about it. Reminiscent of the movie Play Misty for Me, at every scene you're on the edge of your seat in anticipation of the next physical or psychological attack, wondering when he will make the final move of the game. Samantha leans on her faith to sustain her, as her trust in the police force is at an all-time low from the treatment she received after Martin's suicide. Matthew struggles with his own insecurities and prejudices as he protects Samantha and tries to track down the killer before he strikes again. And neither of them understand nor welcome a growing attraction they discover for each other. Ms. Lynne develops a great story culminating in an unexpected showdown scene between Samantha and the killer. She keeps the tension up throughout, but doesn't exhaust the reader--at least, not unduly. Good show, Deborah! When's the next book coming out?- Bruce Judisch (San Antonio), July 21, 2010Deborah Lynne's new book, Be Not Afraid, features a heroine (Samantha Caine) both credible and admirable. Her courage and faith, informed by the biblical message, allows her to surmount the deep-running treachery and danger of the villain. Her relationship with Matthew becomes part of the mystery and we turn the pages as much for the resolution of their doubts about each other as we do for the end of the terror. Masterful pacing traps us in webs of suspense then compels us beyond our own fears to the end. - K Mayeaux, August 2010Great talking to you last night and enjoyed your presentation. I decided to read a bit of your book, Be Not Afraid, before going to bed last night and at 1 am I closed the back cover. Yes, this is a can't put it down book. Looking forward to more. - Maryella (Denham Springs), November 5, 2010

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first chapter All in God's TimeChapter 1With elbows resting on her desktop, Meagan rubbed her hands together as she released a long sigh. "I have to do it," she said aloud, "one more time." Opening the drawer of her desk, she pulled out her large checkbook and began writing checks to pay her monthly bills for April. She needed a job soon...before her money ran out.After stuffing each of them in its respective envelope, Meagan made them ready for the mail and stacked them in a pile on her desk. In her accounting ledger, she marked all her bills paid. Shaking her head in despair, she said, “I’m not trying to be ungrateful, Lord. You have blessed me so much with these wonderful travel jobs. I’ve managed to put a good bit away, but if a job doesn’t come soon, I’m going to have to dip into my savings. Thank you, Lord, for my savings…but please don’t make me go there. My house, as nice as it is, needs so many repairs. And I need to start making them soon. I need another job. Thank you for listening.” Closing her eyes, she leaned back in her chair, placed her fingertips over her temples, and made small circular motions. A headache attempted to surface, but she would not permit it.Sighing, she snatched up the sealed envelopes, rose to her feet, and headed out of her office. Turning off the light, she whispered, “Maybe I should take a local job and quit traveling.” She groaned as she made her way to the front of the house. Turning the knob on her front door, she opened it and then stuck the envelopes on the bottom hooks of her mailbox to be picked up by the postman later that same day. The March winds blew her straight brown hair across her face as her last words spoken started to sink deeply into her mind. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Lord?” she asked looking up toward the blue sky. “Do I need to get a job around here? Quit traveling?”Meagan loved seeing different parts of America. The fact that she didn’t have to spend much money doing it was a plus. In fact, she made money as she traveled and saw the sights. Her job as a radiologic technologist allowed her this lucrative income that afforded her a modest but nice, three-bedroom, two-bath home in one of the older, well established neighborhoods in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. When she bought it, she knew she would have to make a few repairs and those repairs cost money. Meagan had committed herself to that fact and was determined to save enough to pay the expenses as she had the repairs made. The money she made was enough to pay the notes on her home, the monthly car payment for her new dark grey Honda SUV, and the rest of the bills. There was even enough left over to tuck a good bit away each week thus paying those future repair bills...as long as she worked fairly regularly. The perks of the job were great, but the down side slipped in occasionally...the downside being off too long between jobs. Sure, she had planned to take three weeks off this time. She could afford it. Meagan could afford three months without work if necessary, but she hoped it didn’t come to that. She had learned to put a great deal of her earnings away while doing each job. Unfortunately, those three weeks turned into seven. By taking those three weeks off, she missed a couple of great opportunities and now the jobs didn’t seem so readily available. Meagan enjoyed the time off, though. She spent a great deal of it with her mom and dad; some with her sister, Shelly, and her family; a little bit with her brother, Troy; and caught up with her friends at church. Most of all, she spent quality time with her niece, Mandy, and nephew, Kirk, and of course, that meant she and her sister did a lot of bonding. In the last few years, they had grown quite close. Walking through the dining room toward the kitchen, she glanced at her aquarium. “I’d better feed you guys.” The only pets she would allow herself, because as long as they were fed and the motor worked purifying the tank constantly, the fish were happy. A dog or a cat would take more to maintain, and then she would have to place them somewhere every time she traveled. Of course that would be okay with her family, but she already asked more than she dared. Shelly had a husband, Brandon, and two wonderful children who took most of her time. Her baby brother led a busy single life...no time to care for pets of his own should he even think about getting one, let alone someone else’s. Mom and Pops, she thought as a light chuckle rose from within, she wouldn’t think of asking them. They had raised three children, two dogs, and a cat. They worked many long hours to care for them all. Now they were enjoying the life of retirement. The kids were grown and the pets had died off, one by one. If they had wanted more animals, they would have gotten them by now.Dropping a pinch of food into the tank, she asked, “Are you guys seeing too much of me lately?” Prince Charming, the slender black fish swam to the surface to nibble on the food, ignoring her question. All he cared about was getting fed. Right behind him the orange fish with black and white striping rushed to the surface to join Prince in the food fest. She too paid no never mind to Meagan.“Neither one of you really cares, as long as you get fed. Right, Gwenivere?” She smiled down at them both. Late comers wiggled their way to the surface grabbing bites of food before it was all gone. “Hey, you guys. There’s enough for all of you. Lancelot, King Arthur, don’t be so greedy.”She closed the cover and then headed toward the kitchen. “They may not care, but I do. I am so ready to go back to work.” But I can’t worry about it. I won’t. She knew down deep everything happened, or didn’t happen, for a reason. He was in charge. After hand washing a couple of glasses and a saucer, Meagan paced the floor. She had to do something to keep from going crazy. The only sound in her home came from the living room, the television set on an all music station. She paced from the kitchen to the living room, and then back again. Her eyes glanced occasionally at the phone on the wall in the kitchen and then again at the one on the end table in the living room. “Ring!” she shouted. “Please ring. I’ve got to hear from you soon.” Raising a brow she looked at the phone and said, “A watched pot never boils. Right? I’ve got to get out of here.” She shook her head. Looking up she shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t mean to be so wishy-washy, worried then not worried...but when, Lord?”As soon as she said those words out loud, she heard a voice in her head saying, “All in My time. Trust Me.”A smile touched her lips. "I know. I know." Peace slipped around her like a warm comforter. "Why worry?" She knew it would be okay. God always met her needs and then some. A job always came before her money ran out. Meagan learned a long time ago in her walk with the Lord that everything happened for a reason and it all happened in God’s time. He saw the big picture and He was in control. It was the human talking, or her flesh talking. Sometimes Meagan needed to be reminded it’s out of her hands.Picking up the phone, she called her sister. It rang twice when she heard, “Don’t tell me. You’ve run out of things to do again and you’re so bored you want to come over and spend time with me and the baby.” And then Meagan heard Shelly’s laugh bubble in her ear.“Hello to you, too. I forget you have caller ID and always check it before you answer your phone. I admit part of what you said is right. I want to come over and visit, but not because I’m bored. I don’t want to sit here and watch the phone anymore. I’m going nuts. I’m talking to it now.” Meagan twisted the cord around her finger as she spoke. “What do you mean ‘going’?” her sister asked playfully.“Ha. Ha. You’re funny. But really. My house is clean…well clean for me, and I don’t have any errands to run today. I need to stay busy and I couldn’t think of a better way to do that than to come over and play with the Kirkster. Who knows? Maybe I’ll stay long enough to see Mandy, too. She gets out of school at three-thirty, right?” Meagan loved her niece and nephew more than she could express. Never having met Mr. Right and settling down herself, she believed this would be as close as she would ever come to having children of her own to love. Meagan had accepted the fact that God wanted her to remain single. She had given up on finding the right man and she wouldn’t settle for “Mr. Right Now.”The phone made a crackling sound and then a clunk as Meagan heard Shelly yell, “Hold on. Kirk yanked the phone out of my hand. I’m trying--”“I wanna talk,” Meagan heard Kirk say. The toddler was apparently trying to get the phone. Meagan heard his breathing. He must have managed to get it. “Mommy, I talk.” He was breathing harder and smacking his lips. She saw him in her mind’s eye as he tried to get the phone to his ear.Meagan couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a cutie. Three going on ten. “Hey, my little man. Is that you? Aunt Meggie is coming over to see you.”He squealed with delight. “Aunt Meg--” She heard more clanking and squealing. “Yes, Aunt Meggie.” Shelly obviously had won control over the phone. “Come on over. We just baked a batch of brownies. I’ll leave the front door unlocked for you. Just let yourself in.”After hanging up the phone, Meagan took a minute to brush back her long hair and bound it with a coated pony-tail band. She then splashed some cool water on her face. Dabbing it dry with a hand towel, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her light chocolate brown eyes twinkled. God was in control and things would be fine. She wasn’t going to worry about it anymore...at least not today.

reviews "All in God's Time" is a wonderful story that made me laugh and made me cry. Proverbs 3:6 lived out loud. (In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths.)Deborah Lynne's latest novel, "All in God's Time," is a story so warm and so real you can smell the brownies or feel the dreamy relaxation of being on the ocean beach during the family outing. The familiar ease of the dialogue brings each page to life as you quickly learn to love this family as your own and rejoice as God works in their lives. What a wonderful reminder of the life-changing power of prayer and God's perfect timing!Deborah Lynne is a gifted storyteller with a talent to bring her characters to life so vividly that I feel like I know them. She weaves a strong family bond together with moral wholesomeness into a tender love story that will make you laugh, cry, and laugh again. I didn't want to put "All in God's Time" down!"All in God's Time," I recommend it.

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November 19, 2011 SIGNING AT THE HOLIDAY BOOK FAIR -Deborah and other local authors will be signing from 10 am - 12 pm -location: Denham Springs/Walker public library, 8369 Florida Blvd., Denham SpringsNovember 18, 2011 SIGNING AT THE BRIGHT LIGHTS FESTIVAL, DOWNTOWN BATON ROUGE -Deborah and other local authors will be signing from 6 pm - 9 pm -location: Festival is in the Downtown Baton Rouge area; authors will be set up at The Bible & Book Center, 4242 Government, Baton Rouge, LASeptember 24, 2011 SIGNING AT THE BIBLE AND BOOK CENTER -Deborah and others will be signing from 10 am - 2 pm -location: The Bible & Book Center, 4242 Government, Baton Rouge, LAAugust 27, 2011 SIGNING AT THE BIBLE AND BOOK CENTER -Deborah will be signing from 10 am - 2 pm -location: The Bible & Book Center, 4242 Government, Baton Rouge, LAMay 7, 2011 SIGNING AT BERRIES, BRIDGES & BOOKS ANNUAL WRITERS CONFERENCE -Deborah will be signing from 4:30 pm - 5:00 pm, conference is from 8:30 am - 5:00 pm -location: Woodland Park Baptist Church, 1909 J.W. Davis, Hammond, LAMay 7, 2011 SIGNING AT LIFEWAY CHRISTIAN STORE -Deborah will be signing from 11 am - 12:30 pm -location: Lifeway Christian Center, 5915 Bluebonnet Blvd, Baton Rouge, near Mall of LouisianaDecember 12, 2010 SIGNING AT CC'S COFFEE HOUSE -Deborah will be signing from 10 am - 2 pm -location: CC's Coffee House, 17100 Airline Hwy, Prairieville, LADecember 4, 2010 SIGNING AT DENHAM SPRINGS LIBRARY -Deborah will be signing from 10 am - 2:00 pm -location: Denham Springs/Walker public library, 8369 Florida Blvd, Denham Springs, LADecember 4, 2010 SIGNING AT CAVALIER BOOKS -Deborah will be signing from 2:00 pm - 4:00 pm -location: 100 N. Range Ave, Denham Springs, LA

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November 5, 2011 SPEAKING AT THE FREE WRITER'S WORKSHOP -Deborah will be speaking from 2:30 pm - 3:15 pm -location: Denham Springs/Walker public library, 8369 Florida Blvd., Denham Springs (Workshop will be from 10 am - 4:30 pm - various authors speaking) May 7, 2011 SPEAKING AT BERRIES, BRIDGES & BOOKS ANNUAL WRITERS CONFERENCE -Deborah will be speaking from 1:30 pm - 2:30 pm -location: Woodland Park Baptist Church, 1909 J.W. Davis, Hammond, LA (Conference is from 8:30 am - 5:00 pm)November 30, 2010 SPEAKING AT ACADIANA WRITERS GUILD -Deborah will be speaking at the Acadiana Writers Guild...meeting starts at 7 pm -location: Barnes & Noble, 5705 Johnston St., Lafayette, LANovember 4, 2010 SPEAKING AT DENHAM SPRINGS/WALKER LIBRARY -Writer's meeting starts at 6:30 pm, and talk on Goals, Motivations & Conflicts - starts at 7 -location: 8369 Florida Blvd, Denham Springs, LA

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