Posts Tagged "Abingdon Press"

No one sees me. They walk right by me and don’t even know I am here. I’m invisible. But that’s all going to change today. The woman who has agreed to marry me will be here soon. The world will finally know someone cares about me. It was worth all my savings to bring her across the border. I’m tired of being alone. Being nobody. I’m getting married. I won’t be invisible anymore—at least she’ll see me.   Maria Martinez lay flat on the dust-covered wooden planks, her right eye pressed against the hole in the floor of the aban- doned house. Pedro won’t find me here. I’ll win this time. A sneeze welled up in Maria, and she fought to stop it. She couldn’t. Quickly she looked through the small opening to make sure Pedro hadn’t come and heard her. Her older brother...

This week I’m hosting Fay Lamb with Because of Me (ebook), Carrie Turansky with A Man to Trust, Gail Sattler with Seattle Cinderella (no book giveaway) and Margaret Daley with Saving Hope.  If you want to enter the drawings for the books, please leave a comment on one of the post during the week with your email address. I will not enter you without an email address (my way to contact you if you win). If you don’t want to leave an email address, another way you can enter is to email me at margaretdaley@gmail.com. The drawings end Sunday (March 4th) evening. The reason I wrote Saving Hope, the first book in Men of the Texas Rangers Series, is because human trafficking is over a $32 billion dollar business per year and growing. It touches all countries,...

Rose gripped her cell phone so tightly her muscles ached. “Where are you, Lily?” “At—Nowhere Motel.” A sob caught on the end of the last word. “Help—me.” Lily’s breath rattled, followed by a clunking sound as though she’d dropped the phone. Rose paced the small bathroom at Beacon of Hope. “Lily?” Sweat coated her palms, and she rubbed her free hand against her jeans. Silence taunted her. What have you done? But the second that Rose asked that question, an image came to mind of her friend lying on the dingy gray sheets in the cheap motel, wasted, trying anyway she could to forget the horror of her life. “Lily, talk to me. Stay on the line.” Pulling the door open, Rose entered her room. When she saw her roommate, she came to a stop. Cynthia’s wide-eyed gaze fixed...