Everyone’s Story welcomes back this week’s guest and super friend, author Connie Almony. Like gripping Christian edgy fiction with romance? Then you’ll love Connie’s novels. Snuggle back into your favorite reading chair with a mug of cocoa and check out Connie’s message and her lovely BookGiveaway! We’re looking forward to chatting with you.
Connie is offering 1 randomly chosen commenter 2 ebooks: Flee From Evil and a customized, signed mobi ebook copy of At the Edge of a Dark Forest, made out to whoever you would like. The winner will be announced here on Friday, December 23rd between 5-6 PM EST.
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Blurb of Flee from Evil:
A pastor with a past uses his underworld connections to try and save the child of the woman he wronged many years ago.
“Flee from Evil” is not just a romance. Not just suspense. It is a gripping story that touches every emotion while dealing with issues pertinent to today’s Christian …
Pastor Vince Steegle thought his destructive beginnings were ancient history, but the ramifications of his prior choices just walked in the door of his church. Is Romans 8:28 really true? Can God make all things good? Or is Vince’s past just too ugly?
After the death of her much-beloved husband, Cassandra Whitaker is grasping to maintain security for her children. One, a teen teetering on the cusp of womanhood. The other, a young boy struggling with autism. But there are those who seek to destroy them. Can Cassandra keep her family safe, or must she flee from evil?
Why does Sophie feel impending doom? Maybe it has something to do with the dream she’d just had. It wouldn’t bug her if it hadn’t been similar to the one she’d had before her dad died. Or could it be the secret she suspects her mother holds tight? The one that might undo her. If only Sophie could protect her little brother from all the turmoil.
At least she has Sky, the guy whose attentions will take her mind off her troubles.
Or does he bring trouble of his own?
A Peanut for Christmas? By Connie Almony
We were going to be pregnant together, my oldest sister and I. I was due September 4th and she September 6th. This was particularly exciting given I’d had a miscarriage the month before and she had two before considering fertility treatments. For my sister and her husband there was another aspect of importance. My brother-in-law, who had been adopted at birth, would finally have one blood relative—something he thought he really needed.
Imagine the blow when my sister miscarried—again. She and her husband now needed to decide what to do next, and I felt the guilt of carrying my child to term “without her.” The fantasy I’d had of calling her every day to share our experiences—our sonogram visits, the first kicks felt—fell away like sand through my fingers. I also knew the birth of my child around her uncompleted due date would be, for her, a poignant moment of grief.
Then God lay on her heart to adopt. Because of her husband’s desire for a blood relative, this idea had previously been pushed aside. But God had other plans for him.
My sister researched some organizations and settled on the idea of an open adoption. She and her husband attended an information session to learn more. They sat through stories from adoptive parents about their experiences. They listened to speakers recount the same fears and insecurities my sister and her husband had about adoption. They also had a chance to experience the unfathomable love these parents had for their children.
This touched my brother-in-law most deeply. You see, he’d grown up in a family where one sister had been adopted, like him, and the other had not. You could imagine the lingering questions he might have had about his parents’ love. But now, he heard the depths of emotion these people had for the children “not of their blood,” allowing for a better understanding of his parents’ love for him.
God is amazing, isn’t He?!
They decided to adopt then and there. And God continued to show Himself as only He can. Within months, they were chosen by a birth mother whose first name also happened to be the same as what they’d planned to name their child. She also loved animals—which further endeared her to my sister—and her due date was the same as one of my sister’s miscarried pregnancies. Their only concern came with the knowledge that this young woman had epilepsy, which required her to be on heavy medication. However, she chose to reduce the amount she normally took in order to lower any potential impact it might have on the baby she would not raise.
That September my son was born. My sister and her husband came to “meet” him and held him, not with the knowledge of what they would NOT have, but with an expectancy of what was to come. I mean it. I have the pictures. You can see it in their eyes! It was exciting for us all.
Then the birth mother went into very premature labor. My sister and her husband, whose goal it had been to be there for the birth, flew out to Texas just in case. Doctors were able to delay the birth, which was good because the baby’s lungs were not yet completely formed, but there was no guarantee for how long. So my sister stayed.
You may not think it a big deal my sister stayed in Texas for a month by herself, but considering she’d suffered from agoraphobia (a fear of public places) not too long before, it was. Somehow, God was working in the details and strengthening her every step of the way. My sister is now a very effective mental health therapist herself.
My beautiful niece, who I like to call “cousin peanut” (cuz she was shaped like one back then), was born on Christmas Eve. A joyous holiday for my sister and her husband, but one the birth mother will not remember well, because she had spent most of that day either having a grand-mal seizure, recovering from the effects of it, or being run through neurological tests to assure her wellbeing. All this because she had chosen to reduce her medication so much. She had put her health at risk so this little “peanut” would have a better chance.
No one can say my niece is not loved! She was loved first by the woman who risked much (in the age of easy access to abortion) and gave her up so she could have a better life. She was loved by the parents who’d raise her every day. And she is loved by her extended family (us) who couldn’t wait to meet her.
My sister and her husband later considered trying to grow their family some more, but they chose not to. Why? Because they couldn’t fathom loving another child, biological or not, as much as they did the “peanut” God gave them that Christmas.
To this day, I’ve always been amazed at the wondrous things God brings from challenges and tragedies, and love to share these types of stories with my readers.
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Connie Almony is trained as a mental health therapist and likes to mix a little fun with the serious stuff of life. She was a 2012 semi-finalist in the Genesis Contest for Women’s Fiction and was awarded an Honorable Mention in the Winter 2012 WOW Flash Fiction Contest. She is the author of One Among Men and An Insignificant Life, from the Maryland State University series, and At the Edge of a Dark Forest, a modern-day re-telling of Beauty and the Beast about a war-vet, amputee struggling with PTSD.
You can find Connie on the web at ConnieAlmony.com, where you can sign up for her newsletter and receive free scenes between books in her series, as well as meet her on the following social media outlets:
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