Wednesday, September 04, 2013

A Warm Welcome to Tina Pinson

Tina will be giving away one copy to one person who comments and leaves their email address! So glad to promote
Tina here today.


He was ready to live without Grace, until he lost her. He thought he didn't deserve grace then it found him

Blurb

Bored, Adam is prepared to divorce Grace, his wife of seven years. Then Grace is killed leaving him to raise Faith and Hope. The twins have no idea why the world's gone crazy. They just want their mother home and Adam isn't sure what to tell them. How can he tell them the truth, when he's not sure what the truth is? When he doesn't want to believe it himself? Grace's family and Adam's brother come to help and Adam is apprehensive to open up to them. Their grace toward him only magnifies his loss. His guilt. If Grace would come home. He'd be a better husband. Father. Anything to stop the guilt ravaging his soul. But the more he uncovers about Grace, the more guilt rages. Adam is a man with no heart. A man with no faith. A man with no God. Then there was grace.



Read an Excerpt:

 

The doorman opened the T side, to let a very pregnant woman, wearing a headscarf and pushing a stroller in which two young, twin, boys rode, enter the building.

Grace fell in behind the small entourage, trailing them to the elevator doors and onto the lift. The woman punched her button, and Grace followed suit. Setting down her case, she leaned her hip against the wall for balance as the car jerked slightly and started its ascent.

The boys in the baby buggy looked in her direction and smiled, making her think of home and the twin three-year-old girls who waited there for her to return. Faith and Hope.

"I-e." The boy in the front seat gurgled something akin to a Hi, waved, and turned away shyly.

The boy in the copilot seat grinned wide, showing his teeth. The few there were. Grace returned his smile and turned her gaze to the mother.

"Your boys are beautiful. How old are they?"

The mother lifted her gaze from her shoes. A smile seemed to play at the edges of her lips but never formed. "They are two." She fiddled with her scarf, pulling the ties and pushing them back on her shoulder.

"My girls are three." Grace shifted her hips, catching the woman's attention before she lowered it to the floor.

The woman's brows furrowed with her frown before she managed a smile. "Are daughters here?" she asked, her words broken with accent. Her eyes filled with something that looked like concern then she blinked and it faded.

"Oh no, my girls are in Denver. I'm visiting. My brother is in the hospital."

Grace glanced at the floor buttons, watched the light leap a number, and swung her gaze back to the woman. "I'm going to the observation deck then meeting my sister at the restaurant for breakfast." Grace might have continued on talking if the elevator hadn't drawn to a stop. The doors opened.

The woman maneuvered the stroller and pushed it through the threshold into the hall. She bowed her head slightly as she passed. "Allah has made a beautiful day for observing."

"Yes," Grace agreed. She waved at the boys until the doors closed then decided to call her husband, Adam. Her finger hesitated to push send when she considered she'd already called him and awakened him. But enthusiasm won out, it was too wonderful a day not to share it.

Adam didn't answer, but she wouldn't let that dim her mood. She left him a message and made plans to call him later.

She was passing the 80th floor when Aimee called to tell her she was on her way. Oh well, she would wait.

"It is a beautiful day," she told herself with a sigh. "And cold," she decided standing on the observation deck a few moments later. She pulled her coat collar up her neck to her ears and stared out at the world around her. Here she was above the concrete, steel, and glass. Here she could see forever.

Well, a couple of states perhaps.

There was no congestion. That was far below her, the cars moved along like ants now.

God had made a glorious day. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and turning her face to the sun, let her worries slide away.

"Thank you," she whispered. She stood there in the quiet for a moment then opened her eyes and pulled out her cell phone to check the time. When her sister, Aimee, arrived they could get on with enjoying the rest of the excursion together. Then they would have to go back to the world. Back to her brother, who lay in the hospital recuperating from a stem-cell transplant, and back to Denver, where Adam and her daughters waited.

Grace flipped open her phone and began to punch in Adam's number, when a huge blast disrupted the stillness of morning. She grabbed for the bars of the railing surrounding the deck, dropping her cell as the floor on which she stood swayed.

"Earthquake," one of the visitors on the floor yelled and moved himself and his family to the doors where they huddled until the quaking stopped.

The ground beneath her settled, Grace picked up her phone and listened. Save for the distant sounds from the traffic below, there was quiet. She looked at the world in the chasm between the buildings, it seemed to move along in its ordinary flow. There were no accidents, or emergency vehicles coming down the road with lights flashing.

Perhaps it was an earthquake, after all. She'd heard they sounded like approaching freight trains. If so, there could be another. Tall buildings and tremors didn't mix for her, she wanted off this ride. Grabbing her case, she tugged the strap of her purse on her shoulder and headed for the door when the quiet was felled by another huge blast. The tower rocked left then tossed right. Grace managed to keep her balance, but now, unwilling to get in the elevator she looked for the stairs, noting several of the other observers already headed that way as she started to follow. She froze in her spot when the shrill blast of sirens sliced the morning air sending the chill clean to her bones.




Purchase her books at:

At Desert Breeze Bookstore.

When Shadows Fall
 Touched By Mercy
 In the Manor of the Ghost
 Shadowed Dreams
 
To Catch A Shadow

To Carry Her Cross

Then There Was Grace

On Amazon: Touched By Mercy

In the Manor of the Ghost

When Shadows Fall

Shadowed Dreams

To Catch A Shadow

To Carry Her Cross

Then There Was Grace

 

At Barnes & Noble:
Touched By Mercy

In the Manor of the Ghost

When Shadows Fall

Shadowed Dreams

To Catch A Shadow

To Carry Her CrossThen There Was Grace


At Christian Books.com:Touched By Mercy

In the Manor of the Ghost

When Shadows Fall

Shadowed Dreams

To Carry Her Cross


About Tina:
Tina Pinson resides in Mesa, Arizona with her husband of thirty plus years, Danny. They are blessed to have three sons, and seven grandchildren.

Tina started her first novel in elementary school. Her love of writing has caused her to seek creative outlets be it writing poetry, songs, or stories. She also loves to doodle and enjoys gardening.

It is her prayer that her stories, though fiction, will transport you to worlds beyond and touch your spirit and give you a closer insight to yourself and God.

In the Manor of the Ghost, Touched By Mercy, To Carry her Cross, and the first three installments of the Shadow Series When Shadows Fall, Shadowed Dreams and To Catch a Shadow are available through Desert Breeze Publishing and major retailers like Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Christianbooks.

In the Manor of the Ghost is now available in print.

Look for Christmas in Shades of Gray an offbeat contemporary Dickens type Christmas tale in December. This Shadowed Land (Shadow Series Book 4) the continuing story of Matthew and Rebekah on the Oregon Trail releases early 2014

Connect with Tina Here:
Tina's Blog

Twitter:@Tina_Pinson

Facebook--
https://www.facebook.com/TinaEPinsonAuthor

Pinterest http://pinterest.com/tinapinson/


Don't forget to leave your comment and email address for a chance to win a copy of Then There Was Grace.

Blessings!
 

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello, Carole,

Just wanted to say thank you for sharing my story.


Tina Pinson

Gloria Clover said...

Hi Tina,

Stopped by to read your post. I still don't see how this story can have a happy ending, but I'm trusting you to make it happen. :-)

If I should win, gloworm at certainty dot net.

Anonymous said...

Gloria,

Hello and thank you so much for coming by.
t does have a lot of emotion but it does end well and there are smiles throughout.

Tina

Linda Kish said...

I would love to win a copy of this book. It sounds like a wonderful story.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Library Lady said...

I would love to win this book to give to my church library.
Thanks!
Janet E.
von1janet(at)gmail(dot)com

Anonymous said...

Hello Linda,

Thanks for stopping by. You have been entered.

have a lovely day.

blessings
Tina

Barbara Thompson said...

Book sounds great. Would love to win a copy. Please enter my name in the giveaway. Thank you!!
Barbara Thompson
barbmaci61(at)yahoo(dot)com

Barbara Thompson said...

Book sounds great. Would love to win. Please enter my name in the giveaway. Thank you!!
Barbara Thompson
barbmaci61(at)yahoo(dot)com

lorlyn63 said...

This sounds like an intriguing book - I would enjoy winning a copy to read and share with my friends. Thank you for writing good Christian fiction Tina!

God's blessings,

Lori
triplel(at)evertek(dot)net

lorlyn63 said...

This book sounds very intriguing and one I would enjoy winning to read and then share with my friends. Please enter me into your drawing. Thank you for writing Christian fiction Tina - May God continue to bless your writing!

God's blessings,
Lori

triplel(at)evertek(dot)net

Tina Pinson said...

Hello Barbara,

lovely to have more visitors. Consider yourself entered.

blessings

Tina

Tina Pinson said...

Lori,

Welcome to Sunnybank. Thank you for dropping in and leaving a comment or two and thank for your words of encouragement.

blessings
Tina

A J Hawke said...

I am intrigued with your concept for Then There was Grace. After we lose someone the guilt can truly eat at us. The 'if only' can haunt us. I look forward to reading this book.
AJHawkeauthor at aol dot com

Jane Maritz said...

Looks like a redemptive book!

janemaritz at yahoo dot com