Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Missy Tippens' A Family for Faith

Missy Tippens is a pastor’s wife and mom of three who lives near Atlanta. After ten years of pursuing her dream, she made her first sale of a full-length novel to Love Inspired in 2007. She still pinches herself to see if it really happened!

Her novels have been finalists in the American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year Contest, the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the Bookseller's Best Award.

Missy is a member of RWA, the Faith, Hope & Love chapter, ACFW, and is currently serving her third year as Secretary of the W.O.R.D. chapter.

You can find Missy online at:
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www.missytippens.com
www.lifewithmissy.blogspot.com
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A Family for Faith

When Faith Hagin sees widower cop Gabe Reynolds every day in her coffee shop, she can’t help but feel for the struggling single dad. She’s raised a teenager of her own—and sadly, knows what not to do. But thanks to his matchmaking preteen daughter, Chelsea, the whole town’s praying for Gabe to find a wife!

Even though Faith thinks she’s content being just friends, spending time with him and Chelsea starts to feel like a fresh start at having a family. And their love may be the answer to everyone’s prayers.



Here's an excerpt of A Family for Faith:


Chapter One

Gabe Reynolds paced the photo-lined hallway, back and forth past baby and childhood pictures of his daughter, past the door where that same daughter did whatever pre-teen girls did behind closed doors. Considering the amount of time he spent coaxing her out of there these days, he figured he’d wear a path in the finish of the hardwood floor by the time his only child was grown and gone—something he intended to delay as long as possible.

He finally stopped and banged on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, Chels. You’ll be late.”

His dear, sweet daughter growled at him. Growled.

With a badge on his chest and weapon at his hip, he should be prepared to deal with anything. But give him a drunk or a thief any day over this soon-to-be-teenaged-girl business.

He pounded the door again. “I’ve gotta get back to the station. What are you doing in there?”

“For the thousandth time, I’m coming.”

He knew without a doubt that she was in there rolling her eyes at him. “What’s taking so long?”

“A work of art takes time,” she said in her best theatrical voice. Then she giggled, more like her normal, little girl self.

This switching from girl to young woman then back to girl in the blink of an eye was making his head spin.

“You better not be putting on makeup.”

“I’m a teenager. All my friends wear makeup.”

“You’re not thirteen yet. And if all your friends jumped off—”

She yanked the door open so fast it banged into the wall. She glared at him. “No. If all my friends jumped off a bridge, I would not jump, too. This is totally different, and you know it.”

Her cheeks glowed with a too-bright pink that matched her tinted lips. Her mascaraed eyelashes, clumped into several uneven spikes, seemed a mile longer than usual. She looked grown-up. Too grown-up—the kind that would attract the attention of guys. “All I know is I forbade you to wear makeup and…and...” He jabbed his finger at the pile of containers on the bathroom counter. “That looks an awful lot like makeup. Where’d you get it?”

She huffed and tossed her dark curls over her shoulder. “I bought it with my allowance. And I’m learning to put it on so it accentuates my best features.”

She was accentuated all right. And sounded like she was spouting something she’d seen on an infomercial.

He squinted as he checked out her face, so much like her mother’s it made it hard to look sometimes. And even though he had the urge to drop the subject and run the other direction, it was his job to deal with this kind of situation now. “You’ve got on lipstick. Wipe it off.”

“I want to look nice for our youth group meeting at the church tonight.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “No reason.” She fingered a small picture frame on the counter, then quickly placed it face down before he could see whose photo it held. “Now, please let me finish. I’ll be out in five minutes.”

A boy. It had to be because of a boy. “Who is he?”

“Who’s who?”

“The boy. The one you’re putting makeup on for.”

She rubbed a finger with brown sparkly goop over her eyelid. “No one. I’m doing it for myself.”

“Hand it over.”

She sighed and slapped a little compact into his hand. “There, are you happy? No more eye shadow.”

“No. Hand over the photo. Of the boy.” He reached toward the picture frame.

“No!” She stopped him by grabbing hold of his hand. She looked terrified.

Which terrified him. If the guy was some high school punk, Gabe would be out the door and into the squad car in five seconds flat.

He shook Chelsea’s hand off and grabbed the gold frame. But he didn’t find some guy. All the frustration and fear whooshed out of him along with his breath when he found his wife. His sweet, beautiful wife.

Once he recovered his equilibrium, he said, “Chels, why do you have your mom’s picture in here?”

She gave a little shrug, this time not so rebellious. “I told you. I’m learning to put on makeup.”

Pain steamrolled him flat to the floor as he remembered Chelsea watching her mom put on lipstick on Sunday mornings before church and often asking if she could have some. Tina would smile, kiss a pink lip print on Chelsea’s cheek and promise to show her when she got older.

Now here their daughter was, studying Tina’s face, learning to apply lipstick by herself. Gabe ached for Chels. Ached period.

It had been five years since the accident, and just when he was making headway and felt like he might finally be able to breathe again, this had to happen.

“Please, Dad?” She took the frame from his hand and held the photo up beside her face. “See? I tried to do just what she did.”

He wanted to hug her. To protect her from any more pain in her young life. She needed her mom, especially for moments like this. But no, all she had was a cop dad who didn’t have a guess at how to handle his daughter growing up. He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. But you’re just not old enough. You’ll have to wash that stuff off your face.”

She heaved a sigh that seemed to start at her toenails. “Okay.” She stared at the photo for a second. “Do I look pretty?” She’d said it so softly he wasn’t sure he heard her right. But then she turned to him and waited, looking everywhere but directly at him.

Oh, boy. “Well, now, I guess you better let me get a good look at you.”

She smiled shyly as she looked up, but then the smile went crooked as she gnawed on her lip. He had a feeling she wasn’t quite as comfortable being in makeup as she thought she would be.

“You look beautiful. Always.”

“I do look a little like Mom, don’t I?”

He breathed in through his nose, then forced a smile. “Even prettier.”

“Thanks.” She threw her arms around his waist, and for a split second, all was as it should be. Or at least it was back to the norm of the last few years. It would never again be as it should be.





You can purchase A Family for Faith from Amazon.

Missy is giving away a copy of A Family for Faith. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.

21 comments:

Anonymous said...

This book sounds good!
Sunny

cjajsmommy said...

The excerpt made me cry, I can't imagine how the rest of this book must touch the heart. Please enter me to win a copy of this book.

Leanne said...

Oooh, I really want to read this book! I love Love Inspired books!

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Mona said...

I enjoyed the excerpt and like the cover. Please enter mr.

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Charity said...

OQ! This one sounds interesting:) Please enter me. Thanks!

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apple blossom said...

please enter me

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lgm52 said...

Sounds great..please count me in!
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Jolene said...

This book sounds sweet. I'd love to win it!

Jolene
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Marianne said...

Thanks Esther for the chnace to win A Family for Faith. Please enter my name in the drawing.

Courtney said...

Sounds like such a sweet story! I would be very interested in reading this! Thanks for a chance to win it!

Courtney

Courtney said...

Sounds like such a sweet story! I would be very interested in reading this! Thanks for a chance to win it!

Courtney

Jackie S. said...

I love the sound of this book and want to read it!! I tried to make it to Missy's signing last Sunday, but could not!
Thanks for entering me.
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Linda Kish said...

I would love to read this book.

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Charlotte Kay said...

Thanks for the chance to win this book!
Many Blessings and Smiles:)
Charlotte Kay
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windycindy said...

Hi! I adore the Love Inspired
Inspirational Romance books!
Also, Missy Tippens is one of my
favorite authors...
Many thanks, Cindi
jchoppes[at]hotmail[dot]com

splashesofjoy said...

I would love to have this book. I have Missy's other books and they are great!
Blessings.....Joy
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Maureen said...

Sounds like a really sweet story!

Jo said...

Sounds like a good book. Would love to read it and be entered in the giveaway.

Blessings,
Jo
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Missy Tippens said...

Thank you all for entering and for your sweet comments!

Katy said...

Please enter me!!

I am a follower

~ Katy
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Charity U said...

Please enter me! :)

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