I enjoyed reading about how God works in the lives of these people to bring peace to hearts after tragedy. There is drama, love, and humor; and listening in on a tender hearted therapist as he works with his patients was a joy. I recommend this book, highly, to anyone who enjoys reading about the ups and downs of life and how the human soul is able to conquer with the help of God. This story doesn’t hold back on the details, but it never embellishes them into unreality either. I think you will enjoy as much as I did.
Below is an excerpt from the book, the blurb, and contact information.
I laid my napkin on my plate and slid it onto the coffee table. “I’m stuffed. You were right, that mashed potato pizza is addictive.”
She nodded, though I noted her pizza was hardly touched. She sat forward and slid her plate onto the coffee table next to mine. “I told you. You don’t get pizza like Pizza Luce just anywhere.”
I motioned to her plate, “Aren’t you hungry?”
She patted her tummy, “I’m stuffed. One piece is enough for me.” She said, jumping up off the love seat and stacking the plates, but I stopped her and pulled her back down next to me. “Do I make you nervous? You hardly picked at it.”
“I don’t want to burst your bubble, but no you don’t make me nervous.” A look shuttered down over her eyes, and she was suddenly standoffish. I knew I had better back off before she kicked me out.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s me who is nervous, and I’m stupid. I hope you aren’t upset with me.”
“You aren’t stupid, and why are you nervous?” She asked, sitting on the edge of the love seat like she was ready to bolt.
I reached out tentatively rubbing her cheek. “Because you do things to me that no one has done to me ever.”
She stilled in my hand, and she shook her head negligibly, laughing a little. “Don’t need to be nervous, I don’t bite. I’m just me, plain old Carla.”
“Can I be honest with you?” I asked, still rubbing her cheek, and she nodded again. “There is nothing plain or old about you. Everything about you gives off this hum of energy and sexiness. It’s like there is an electrical charge that pulls me here, and I can’t stay away. You are so beautiful whether I’m here, at work, or home I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“That’s nice of you to say, but I see myself in the mirror every day.” She stopped speaking and hid her face.
“I don’t know what mirror you’re looking in, sweetheart,” I ran my hand through her hair, so I could see her face again, “but at the risk of getting slapped I will tell you this. I can hardly keep my hands to myself when you are around.”
She tried to hide her smile, but I saw it anyway. “I would never slap you.”
“Not even if I did this?” I asked, leaning in and kissing her lips. I intended it to be a short peck, but I hesitated, tasting the wine on her lips
Psalm 23: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death….. A lifetime ago Grant Harris was an Australian surfer at the top of his sport, until one wave changed everything. Fifteen years later, Grant has become bitter, lonely, and disillusioned. Hoping to jump start his career he accepts a position in Duluth Minnesota, with no way of knowing how quickly his life was about to change. A lifetime ago Carla Coffers was a runaway teen with no family, no money and no hope for a future. Fifteen years later, she’s a successful business woman as owner of Carla’s Kinky Café, on beautiful Lake Superior. Her friends think she’s got it all, but Carla still yearns for the one thing she never had. A cup of coffee, a car, a confession and a cross come together to grant them redemption from their past and hope for the future.
About the author
I grew up in Eau Claire, Wisconsin and moved to the Northwoods as a young adult where I now reside with my husband and three children. My love affair with Lake Superior began when I met my husband, Dwayne, and he drove me across the bridge one snowy November day with my nose pressed up against the glass. It was in that moment the scene was set for my breakout novel!
As a young adult I enjoyed ballroom dancing and spent many hours on the dance floor. After an injury sidelined me for 10 years I am finally able to waltz again! My stories are a reflection of my love for family intricately woven with life experience. When the gales of November blow early you can find me at the computer with a cup of joe, listening to Michael Bublé and working on Sugar’s next adventure…