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This week we're going to be discussing The Tears of Poseidon, the first Tex Ravencroft Adventure, which I wrote with my husband, Scott. Here's an excerpt from chapter one.



June 9, 1931


    Tex Ravencroft knew there was every chance he was about to die. He had faced death before, but this time it felt closer to him, like an itch on the back of his neck as though some unseen being was breathing on him. A step on his trail, that’s what the old timers would say. Maybe they were right.

“What is wrong?” his local guide, Kai, asked.

“Probably nothing,” Tex said, incapable of offering more reassurance than that. The truth was, they were already in six different kinds of trouble. They were trespassing on grounds sacred to the Hawaiian people. The coconut groves on the east coast of Kauai were kapu, forbidden, at least to commoners. They were meant for royalty alone.

Tex Ravencroft was a lot of things, a teacher, an explorer, an archaeologist, to name a few, but royalty he most certainly was not. Not for the first time he wondered if he needed to seriously reconsider his career choices.

Still, the monarchy was over, Hawaii was a territory of the United States. No royals were claiming the land, defending it against invaders such as him. At least, that was the theory. He still couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that he was in danger.

The air was moist and fragrant, pressing against him like a living, tangible thing as he made his way through the trees, stepping over fallen coconuts. He had come here chasing a legend, the way he so often did. For years he had collected several obscure references to a carved stone goblet. The ancient Hawaiians had used it in their human sacrifice rituals. The goblet was supposedly possessed of the power to destroy a man’s soul if used in a certain way.

Personally, he didn’t go in for that kind of thing. The world was a strange enough place without adding in mystical, supernatural elements. The rarity of the goblet, though, and its place in legend were enough of an enticement to bring him here in search of it. Treasures like this were meant to be shared with the world. And, if the museum happened to pay him to acquire objects like this, well, even an archaeologist needed to put food on the table.

He glanced behind him. The slim trunks of the coconut trees were all that was there. There was no vast army of warriors waiting even though it felt like there was. He turned back and as he did a glimmer of light caught his eye. It looked like light reflecting off the water.

The ocean was behind them, so this was something different. He felt his spirits lift slightly. He was looking for a pond and maybe this was it. He angled off in that direction and about fifty feet later it came into view. The pond itself was narrow, but very long so that from where he was standing on the one bank he couldn’t quite see the other one. The roughly rectangular shape was unusual, and he couldn’t tell if it was natural or shaped by the hand of man.

Partway down the left side he spotted a small section of lava rock wall lining the pond. The regularity of the lines betrayed it as man-made. He moved toward it with Kai trailing behind.

“So many things are changing,” Kai said. “More and more of your kind are coming here. Others, too. Puerto Ricans come to work the sugar plantations. Many from Korea, also. Soon our children will lose much of their memory of the old times and nothing will be sacred anymore.”

“If you don’t want to be here in the royal coconut groves then why did you bring me?” Tex asked.

“Someone was going to bring you, and I might as well have the money for it. Things are changing quickly, too quickly, but a man is wise to look to his future even if he does mourn his past.”

“And what is that future looking like?” Tex asked while keeping his eyes fixed on the lava wall.

“My eyes are telling me that this would be a wonderful location for a hotel.”

Tex barely managed to hold back a laugh. “Tell you what. You build it and I’ll be your first guest.”

“It is agreed then,” Kai said. 

Tex stopped as he reached the edge of the lava rock wall. There was a recessed ledge cut into it on the side facing the pond. The ledge held two objects. The first, a skull, bore a grotesque looking grin as though it was mocking all who came before it. It was not the first mocking skull Tex had come across in his travels, and they all served a single purpose. They were a warning to those who would dare continue in their search.

The second item on the ledge was a white ceramic cat brightly painted with a single paw raised.

“What is that?” Kai asked.

“It’s Japanese, maneki-neko, a beckoning cat. They’re used by merchants and restaurant owners to bring luck and money and beckon the passerby to come inside,” he explained.

Given the influx of immigrants to the islands it was not a surprise to find a maneki-neko on the island, but Tex certainly would never have thought to find one here.

“The skull warns us to keep away while the cat beckons us to come closer. There’s a mixed message for you,” he said drily.

“I do not like this,” Kai said. “What does it mean?”

The skull represented death. However, it might have a meaning beyond the standard “keep out” message those things were often meant to convey. It could be a symbol of the goblet itself, thus an indication that they were in the right place.

The cat’s meaning was perfectly clear, though. He put his satchel down on the ground.

“It means that it’s time to go on in,” Tex said, bending to relieve himself of his boots.

“I do not know what might be in that pond,” Kai said, alarm clear in his voice.

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” Tex looked more closely at the cat. “I think he’s pointing.”

“Pointing at a couple of fools. Time to give up.”

“Never,” Tex hissed. He had come too far to give up now. He turned and dropped into the pond, plunging beneath the waters. The temperature was colder than he had anticipated. That was likely owing to the fact that the pond was somewhat screened from the tropical sun by the dense coconut grove.

The water stung his eyes when he opened them. It was too dark to really make anything out. He moved his hands against the packed earth that was keeping the water in the pond prisoner, searching for something that seemed out of place. His hands brushed against tree roots and coconut husks. All to be expected.

Then his hand brushed against something rough with ridges and rounded edges. He seized hold of it and tried to lift it free. Whatever it was proved too heavy and he finally had to go up for air.

“Help me, there’s something down here,” he said.

A moment later Kai splashed into the water next to him. That was the thing with Hawaiians, they spent more time in the water than anyone else Tex had ever met. It was second nature to them.

This time Tex was able to brace his foot against a root protruding from the bank. Together they heaved and were able to bring the object to the surface of the water. Tex held it afloat while Kai scrambled out and together they got it onto solid ground.

It was a giant clam shell.

“What on earth was that doing in there?” Kai asked.

Tex got out of the water and squatted down beside it. “Someone put it there for safekeeping,” he said as he examined it more carefully.

Kai just shook his head.

“When you build your hotel you should use clamshells as the sinks,” Tex said.

Kai wrinkled up his nose. “I don’t think that would be easy to do.”

“Trust me; it would be worth it.”

“Maybe someday you’ll retire and buy a hotel. Then you can do with it what you like.”

Tex reached into his bag and took out his trowel. He found a spot where he could insert it in between the two halves of the shell. He applied pressure downward and the top of the shell began to move. He was able to grab hold of it and open it the rest of the way.

Inside there was a faded piece of kapa cloth wrapped around something. Tex picked it up and slowly unwrapped the object inside. When at last the cloth fell away he was holding a small, rough hewn cup with hideous, distorted faces carved all the way around it. 

Tex touched it and felt a shiver dart up his spine. He had a sudden sick feeling deep inside that he struggled to ignore. It was just the legends about the cup that were working on his imagination, conjuring up horrific thoughts and feelings. It had no basis in fact.

“This is what it’s all about,” he muttered and began to wrap it back up. It was then that he noticed a smaller piece of cloth. He set everything down on his satchel and then unwrapped the smaller bit of cloth.

Inside it was a small gem, shaped like a teardrop. It was dark hued, almost black but with a kind of purple glow to it. He reached out his hand to touch it. Where he expected it to be cool to the touch it was instead warm. Tex had never seen anything like it.

Something about it tugged at him, as though he were trying to remember a long forgotten dream. Slowly things became clearer and he realized that the gem looked like something he might have heard about once in a lecture. He stared at it for another moment, transfixed. It couldn’t possibly be what he thought it was.

“What is that?” Kai asked.

“Something that shouldn’t exist,” Tex muttered. He quickly wrapped it back up and shoved it in his pocket. “What’s important, though, is that we got what we came for.”

He stood and picked up both the sacred cup and the satchel. “It’s time to go home.”

He put the cup in its cloth wrapping into the satchel, eager to not have to touch it anymore. His mind, though, was on the gem in his pocket. It had been in one of Dr. Reid’s classes that he’d heard a legend about teardrop shaped gems such as that one. Dr. Reid was a bit of a riddle himself. The man always lectured his classes about not jumping to conclusions and about taking myths and legends with a large grain of salt. Yet, despite his many rants against what he called para-archaeology, he knew everything there was to know about mythology. Tex had long suspected that Dr. Reid was actually more believer than skeptic. Whatever his beliefs, it was well-known that his knowledge of antiquity was beyond compare. If you were chasing down legends like the cup or the teardrop gems, he was the guy you’d want to talk to.

“You never know what you’re going to find until you find it,” Tex muttered.

That had always been Dr. Reid’s favorite saying. That theory had actually proven itself out in the field time and time again.

“You seem troubled. Are you not happy to have the object of your search in your hands?” Kai asked.

“I am,” Tex said. Although truth be told he’d be much happier once the artifact was out of his hands. There was a deep level of satisfaction in the finding of such an object. There was an infinitely deeper level of satisfaction in making it home alive and turning it into someone else’s problem.

Fortunately this expedition already had a backer, someone who had shown more interest in acquiring the ceremonial cup than they had much of anything else in the past few years. That was Nathaniel, though. He always went in for the weird items. The creepier the better.

There was a sudden, loud banging sound and the earth shook violently beneath his feet throwing him onto the ground. He barely managed to twist his body in time so that he didn’t land on top of the satchel and its prize. Next to him Kai hit the ground as well, his eyes wide in terror.

A coconut landed inches from Tex’s head. He shielded the satchel with his body and then covered his head with his arms, knowing that if one of those coconuts hit him in the head it would almost certainly kill him.

“We have angered the gods. They are trying to kill us!” Kai shouted. “We must put the goblet back where you found it.”

“This has nothing to do with gods or goblets. This is an earthquake! It will stop in a few sec-” Tex broke off, hissing in agony as a coconut smashed against his left arm. Pain seared through him and he knew the arm was broken.

The irony was it was the same arm that had been broken when he experienced his first earthquake as a very young child. He and his aunt had survived the 1906 quake in San Francisco although their house had partially collapsed and later been destroyed entirely by the fires that swept through the city.

Digging in the pile of debris several days later and feeling the wild joy of discovering a favorite toy thought lost forever had honestly been what started him on the path of archaeology. So, that earthquake was responsible for him being here during this earthquake. He just hoped the irony didn’t kill him.

The earth stopped shaking at last and he got up slowly, fighting the urge to clutch his broken arm and instead using his good hand to pick up his satchel. That had been a close one.

He turned and looked at Kai who was still prostrate on the ground. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Kai looked up at him slowly, eyes full of fear. “No thanks to you. You must put the cup back, exactly where you found it.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Tex said. “The two events have nothing in common. It’s just unfortunate timing.”

Kai stood slowly to his feet. Tex could see that the other man was shaking. It was probably his first earthquake, and while Tex didn’t blame him for being frightened by it, he wouldn’t suffer silly superstitions to get in his way.

“Come on. There’s a plane bound for Oahu tonight and I intend to be on it.”

“Not with the cup you won’t be.” Kai took a step forward menacingly.

“Come on, Kai. I like you. I’m going to stay at your hotel when you build it, remember?”

Kai lunged forward, trying to grab the satchel and Tex twisted out of the other man’s reach. “Kai, be reasonable.”

Kai pulled a hunting knife out of a sheath he wore on his belt.

“That is definitely not reasonable,” Tex muttered as he went into a fighting stance. He’d only have one good chance to end this before one of them got killed.

He swung the satchel up underneath his left arm and hissed sharply as pain radiated out through the arm. It left his right hand free, though. Kai lunged forward and Tex was able to grab his wrist and twist it such that the other man dropped the knife.

Quick as a flash Tex snatched up the knife, flipped it over in his hand, and threw it so that the butt end hit Kai squarely in the head. The guide went down hard. Tex tarried a moment to make sure that he was still breathing, then he set out through the coconut grove.

It was five miles to the airport but with pain shooting up his arm at every step he took it might as well be a hundred miles. He stuck to the fields. It made the walking slower, more jarring to his arm, but he couldn’t risk Kai or one of his friends finding him on the road. As it was he heard only three cars drive by him.

He reached what passed for an airport on the island at last. He could see the plane on the tarmac that would be carrying passengers to Honolulu. He carefully surveyed his surroundings, wary of any possible traps. He could see no one out of the ordinary, though.

He finally made a dash for the plane and was halfway up the stairs before pausing to look behind him. Fortunately no one seemed to be giving chase. He climbed the rest of the way inside and met the startled eyes of the stewardess.

“This flight is full,” she said.

“I have a reservation. Ravencroft.”

She checked her manifest. “Yes, Dr. Ravencroft. You’re the last to arrive. We were beginning to think we’d be taking off without you.”

“Trust me, I was worried about that, too,” he admitted.

He took his seat, stowing his satchel under the seat in front of him. He began to relax when the stewardess sealed up the door. Usually he took flights as a perfect opportunity to update his journal. With his arm the way it was, though, he was just hoping that he would pass out instead. Fortunately the flight wouldn’t be a long one and then he could see a Doctor on Oahu who could fix him up.

His journal was tucked safely away in his satchel along with his finds and there it would stay for a while. He’d have to record the day’s events in it soon. He made a habit of keeping notes on his adventures though no eyes but his ever read them. Good archaeologists took extensive notes at every dig site to do their best to record what they found so others might later study the information. He’d gotten into the habit of taking those detailed notes when training on his first dig site. His activities that were a little beyond the pale also came in for the same treatment though he wasn’t sure he was doing himself a service by recording some of his more questionable activities.

He sighed as he leaned his head back. Things had been going so well earlier. Why did they so often have to take a turn for the worse. It was a lovely island. Too bad he wouldn’t be staying at Kai’s hotel after all.


Well, it's week 2 and I'm thinking about The Lord is My Shepherd (book 1 in the Psalm 23 Mysteries series). I originally came up with the concept for the series in August 2001. The first plot I thought about in relation to the series was not for book 1 (that was the second story I worked out). It was actually for what's going to turn out to be book 13 Comfort Me.

A few months before I wrote The Lord is My Shepherd a strange thing happened that actually inspired the scene where Mark is questioning Cindy in the sanctuary after she's found the dead body. To read about the real-life event that inspired it, click here.

As many of my readers have figured out, I like to layer things into my book series so that little facts that didn't seem important in one book play a huge role in a later book. I think it's fun both for me and the readers. I also think it mirrors life in many ways. Sometimes experiences or random meetings have far-reaching consequences that aren't always apparent at the time they're happening. I also think it helps the stories feel more life-like.

I worked for a while at a church. I was secretary to the Music, Youth, and Children's Ministries. I also was responsible for the church newsletter and part of the weekly bulletin. Sometimes on Monday mornings it was a miracle if there was soda left in the soda machine. One Monday the general church secretary went crazy trying to find the master calendar which had mysteriously disappeared from her desk and made its way into the sanctuary. Also, the lights for the sanctuary were on the wall a couple feet from the door, so it would have been possible to trip in the dark had there been a dead body on the ground like the one Cindy encounters.

So, I'm having fun this week talking about different aspects of the book and asking my readers for feedback. I'm running a contest with a prize for the person who has read this first book in the series the most times. To enter, tweet your number of read throughs with #Psalm23Mysteries or submit it on my Facebook page. So far the number to beat is 40. Yup, I was amazed, too.

For the 4th week I wanted to talk about my first non-fiction book - Battlefield Victory: Winning the War Against Satan. It is a book about spiritual warfare. Below you can read the first chapter to get a sample of the style of the book.


Chapter 1


Yes, Virginia, There is a Satan



First and foremost, I want to be very clear on one thing. There is a Satan. Different cultures have different names for him, but there is one fallen angel who serves as the ultimate, malevolent intelligence in the universe and coordinates the efforts of all other evil spirits. He is in no way, shape or form equal to God. Like angels, humans, and animals he is a created being. That means he is fallible and in no way omnipotent despite what he wants people to think. God is in charge and Satan’s power is only equivalent to that of other angels. He just uses his for evil in an effort to cause mankind to fall away from God and heed their own baser urges instead of striving to be their best and highest selves as God intended.


His motives have been long speculated on. Some believe that jealousy of humans caused his fall. Others have speculated that an arrogant belief that he was equal to God led to the revolution in heaven that saw him and his followers cast out. The Jewish people believe he isn’t evil at all, but that he is an angel of God doing the task God has set for him which is to oppose people and help them to grow stronger because of it. Some religions see him as one of a pantheon of gods, but the one dedicated to chaos, mischief, and harm.


Ultimately whatever his motives are doesn’t matter. Whatever religious background you come from and whether you view him as an angel, a fallen angel, or a dark god doesn’t affect the basic fact that he is to be resisted and defeated both in your life and in the cosmic scheme of things. For the purposes of this book we will speak of him with the Christian perspective of the chief of the fallen angels, enemy of both God and man.


I have had the great dishonor of encountering him face-to-face on roughly half a dozen occasions. The first was as a young child when he revealed himself to me for the purpose of terrorizing me and dissuading me from the plan God had for my life. Many years later when I had answered God’s call to be a warrior for Him and help teach others about spiritual warfare Satan again came to me and offered me a deal in order to stop me from speaking of what I knew to others and battling him openly. I refused and the last few encounters with him have been as equally unpleasant as those.


The vast majority of people will never encounter Satan themselves. His appearances to people are thankfully infrequent. He doesn’t have to show up because there are legions who do his bidding and the torment and confusion they bring is more than enough to trap people in a perpetual darkness of despair, pain, and ineffectualness. Even the least demon can cause unspeakable havoc in a person’s life.


This is why any demonic attack, no matter how slight or from where it comes should be treated with the utmost seriousness and quick and decisive action. We will get into how to recognize and deal with attacks in later chapters.




Satan is mentioned by name more than fifty times in the Bible. Devils, demons, or unclean spirits are mentioned more than seventy times. Job was tormented by Satan himself who had to receive permission from God to do so. Jesus was tempted by Satan. Jesus and his followers cast out demons and unclean spirits as part of their ministry. The war between God and Satan comes to a climax in the book of Revelation where we are given a taste of the things to come.


In the Bible these evil creatures are given just as much weight and credence as angels. Both exist. There have been many modern movements that want to deny the existence of the evil spirits while still acknowledging the good ones. This is simply not Biblical. It is not even logical. God’s creation shows a balance and harmony between all things including light and dark, male and female. To put it in scientific terms for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Evil does not just sit in the human heart. It also has a consciousness and a form and can express itself when and where it chooses.


This movement to deny the existence of evil made it hard for many years to talk about the reality of it. When I first began to open up and share my own experiences it was with a great deal of trepidation because I knew that there was a decent chance that the person I was talking to, even if a professed Christian, would not believe me.


I’ve been very surprised and relieved that it has become easier in recent years to discuss this subject freely and openly. We must bring these things out of the darkness and into the light so that we can best understand how to help ourselves and each other.


Here are just a few of the things the Bible has to say about Satan that are true and relevant and important for people to remember:



·        Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” - I Peter 5:8 (NKJV)


·        “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” - James 4:7 (KJV)


·        “And these are they by the way side, where the word is sown; but when they have heard, Satan cometh immediately, and taketh away the word that was sown in their hearts.” - Mark 4:15 (KJV)


·        “And he said to them, ‘I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven’.” - Luke 10:18 (NKJV)


·        “And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.” - Romans 16:20 (KJV)





The activities of Satan and his minions didn’t cease after the early church. Satan and the demons under him have been busy the last two millennia making life difficult for everyone. His goal is to keep believers from reaching their God-given potential and to keep non-believers from becoming believers. To that end he tempts us and torments us.


The devil doesn’t tempt us when we are at our best. When we are strong, confident, secure, and want for nothing it is harder to shake us. This was the very argument he gave God concerning Job in fact. So, you’ll notice that it was after Jesus had been fasting for forty days and was hungry (and isolated and likely very weak physically) that Satan put in his appearance. And he didn’t just tempt Jesus in one area, he tempted him in several. These same categories are areas in which he tempts us.


Physical Needs - The desire to fulfill physical needs (food, shelter, etc.) are the most basic needs a human being has. They can be the easiest to fulfill, but when life goes wrong they can sometimes seem impossible to achieve. Here it was food.  Jesus had to be incredibly hungry. So, Satan tempts him with turning stones to bread. On the surface, this doesn’t even seem like a terrible idea. I mean, he didn’t ask him to steal or cheat or lie, just use his gifts to feed himself. In the same way, Satan will tempt us in subtle ways, often with things that aren’t even illegal or immoral, just questionable. Where’s the harm? he asks. Fasting was a religious exercise for the Jews, a way of purifying the body and allowing the mind to focus more fully on God. Satan often wants to take our minds off God and put them on ourselves.


Emotional or Ego Needs - Power and glory. Very few people if they are being honest with themselves don’t want these things. Yet, look at what Satan was offering Jesus. It’s ludicrous for two reasons. First, Jesus’ whole message was about the kingdom of God, the kingdom that was to come. What Satan was talking about was the idea of the earthly kingdom that the Jews were expecting their Messiah to lead. Playing into human expectations. Second, it’s ludicrous because God owns everything already. He is only allowing Satan to play in His sandbox.  So, Satan was offering Jesus what was not his offer. It’s like if someone walked up to your car and offered to give it to you if you would just worship them. It’s already your car. No brainer. So, why this temptation? Because it would have been attractive to Jesus to unite the world in peace under Him now, but that was not the plan. The glory and power that He ultimately would have far transcended that of what Satan was offering. He just had to stick to the plan and remember that shortcuts are often pitfalls in disguise.





Warfare can take many forms, most of them subtle. A string of strange coincidences that keep you from achieving something that would benefit you, others, or the kingdom of God could be an attack. Persistent negative thoughts and emotions that distract you and keep you from being productive could be an attack.


Attacks can also be far more obvious and include seeing or hearing things when you are alone. They can turn violent in the most extreme cases.


The bottom line is, anything that is keeping you from achieving your potential and doing the work of God is potentially an attack by the enemy that must be responded to. In Chapter 2 we will discuss basic strategies for beginning to fight back and in Chapter 3 we will discuss how to determine if what is happening to you is a spiritual attack. IF you are experiencing physical attacks go now immediately to Chapter 2 for help.





Demons can manipulate you, harass you, and even harm you physically at times. As a Protestant, however, they can NOT possess you in the traditional sense of the word. They can’t step into your body and take over. They can possess others, but not you. Instead they are oppressing you.





A lot of times when we go through something horrific, we find ourselves asking “Why?” If things are really bad we might even find ourselves screaming “Why?” and begging God for an answer. When it comes to spiritual warfare, this is a simple question to answer.


Satan and all the demons under his control hate you and want you to fail and turn away from God. That’s right. They hate you. That’s the first reason you are suffering. They want you to fail. They don’t want you to be the person you could be, to succeed and fulfill your potential. That’s the second reason. They want you to turn away from God. That’s the third reason. Satan was convinced if he could torment Job enough that Job would turn from God. It didn’t work with Job, but it has worked on others.


You are unique and special. That’s how God created you. You were made in His image and the life that He has set out for you is a life and path that no one else can live and take. They’re all for you. God has an ideal plan in mind for you. Many things can keep us from sticking to this plan, most notably our own stubbornness, fear, or short-sightedness. However, Satan and his minions can also attack you to try and get you to stray from the path and veer from the plan. But why you ask?


It doesn’t matter if you’re a minister or a missionary, your life, your example, is seen by thousands and thousands of people in your lifetime. Without saying a word about what you believe, you are demonstrating it in your actions, your words, even the way you carry yourself when you walk down the street. There is something about a Christian living out their potential that acts like a beacon to bring others to God, even if they never mention His name to those people.


To stop us from doing this, demons hit us where it hurts, where they think they can do the most damage. They know our Achilles heels and they continue to thrash away on them hoping to destroy us. They have studied us and know how best to stop us from reaching our God-given potential and being the people, the Christians, that God has called us to be.


When we are at our best, fulfilling God’s dream for our life, we are reaching more people through our example. Often we are touching lives more directly as well. God might be calling you to create a business, start a ministry, get involved with a charity, or otherwise help people in a real, measurable way. Satan wants to stop this at all costs.


So, Satan sends his minions to attack you. 


That’s what they’re doing now. Here’s a couple of questions to ponder while you continue reading.


What was happening in your spiritual life before the attack? (Think about the hours before, but also the days and weeks.)


What do you think the Enemy might be trying to distract you from or stop you from doing?


These questions will help you understand why and when attacks happen. Still, it can be hard to determine sometimes when you are under attack or when the things that are happening to you are simply part of the natural world and not the supernatural. Determining the difference is what we discuss in Chapter 3.





Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

          - I Peter 5:8 (NKJV)


“Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

          - James 4:7 (KJV)


“And these are they by the way side, where the word is sown; but when they have heard, Satan cometh immediately, and taketh away the word that was sown in their hearts.”

          - Mark 4:15 (KJV)


“And he said to them, ‘I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven’.”

          - Luke 10:18 (NKJV)


“And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.”

          - Romans 16:20 (KJV)






·        Take a deep breath and admit that Satan wants to stop you from fulfilling God’s plan for your life.


·        Ask yourself if there has been anything unusual going on in your life in any aspect that seems negative or is hindering you.


·        Ask yourself what was happening in your spiritual life at the time the unusual thing began to happen.


·        Ask yourself what it is that God might want you to do that Satan would not want you to do.




Thank You, God, for opening my eyes to the reality of the spiritual war that is raging around me. Help me as I learn to defend myself and drive the enemy from my life. Thank You that I already have the victory through You. Amen.



Happy 2016 everyone! I realized a couple of weeks ago that in 2016 my 52nd book will be coming out, meaning that I will have one published book for every week of the year. I must admit I’m very excited about this and have decided to spend the entire year celebrating. I hope you’ll join me. What I’ve decided to do is focus in on a different book each week with trivia, games, prizes, behind-the-scenes info and a lot of other really fun things. So, make sure to follow me on Facebook, Twitter, my blog, Goodreads, and a few other places I’ll let you know more about in the coming days.


It seems fitting to me that we kick this year off by talking about my very first published book – Wicked: Witch, a YA supernatural thriller that I wrote with multi Bram Stoker award winner Nancy Holder. So, here’s to a week of witchy goodness. I just have one question. Feeling WICKED?


Actually, that’s the question that I write when I personalize copies of the bind-up of Wicked: Witch and Wicked: Curse (the first two books in the series). I try to come up with different things to write for different books, sometimes with more success than others. Feeling Wicked, though, is one I’ve been doing for years.


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