Monday, May 13, 2013

June Foster's Inspirational Romance, Deliver Us.

Back Cover Blurb for Deliver Us:
The young fraternity man who coaxed Jillian Coleman upstairs that night is only a blur in her memory. Now she lives with the unrelenting guilt that she aborted her baby. God might forgive her, but she can't forgive herself. As Bellewood's premier gynecologist, she hopes to open the Jeremiah House to offer teen girls an abortion alternative. Though the handsome and successful Dr. Jett Camp wants to marry Jillian, he believes her plan is a waste of her skills.

Riley Mathis spent ten years in jail for dealing drugs. Now as a Christian, he's trying to put his life back together. Working as a janitor at night, he attends college by day. When he meets Dr. Coleman, he recognizes her from the sapphire necklace she wore the night he stole something precious from her. When she confesses the choice she made to abort her baby, Riley can't tell her he's the father of her child.

Book Excerpt:

Chapter One

"Yes, Mom, I miss you, too." Jillian Coleman hoisted her purse on her shoulder and grasped the little sack with the two baby gifts.
"When can you get back up to New York for a visit?"
Mom's tender voice sent a ripple of longing through Jillian -- to see her parents. But not only that, to feel a part of a family again.
Family. She longed for one of her own -- a husband and kids. With a gulp, she acknowledged the question demanding her attention. Would God allow it? "I can't afford to take time off from the hospital right now. I've got at least six patients who will deliver in the next couple of months, and they're counting on me." Jillian took a few steps toward the front door. "Maybe I can come home Christmas."
"Jillian, you know how much your father and I love you. We pray for you every day."
"I need your prayers. I love you both, too." Jillian repositioned her cell phone on her ear. "Mom, I need to go in a minute. I'm off to a double baby shower for two of my expectant mothers."
"Another one? Sweetie, you're the most caring obstetrician in the city of Bellewood. No wonder your patients always invite you."
            "That's nice of you to say."
            "Honey, do you ever wish..."
Wish for a baby of her own? She didn't have to read Mom's mind to know what she planned to say. "More than I want to admit." Jillian slumped against the wall in the entry. "I dream of holding my little boy or girl, wrapped in a pink or blue blanket, asleep in my arms. But, Mom, don't count on being a grandmother anytime soon, if ever. I don't think it's going to happen."


Riley Mathis never thought he'd park in front of a church, much less attend a service inside. The red brick building with the towering steeple perched on top seemed like home now. Almost. The old Chevy sputtered when he turned off the engine.
The extra cars on a Saturday in the parking lot puzzled him. Maybe he had the wrong day. Was the pastor having a meeting? He should pull on around and disappear out the opposite entrance.
No. He had to mow the grass. Couldn't procrastinate another week. Anyway, the event didn't involve him, though he wouldn't mind getting acquainted with some folks besides Tim Garrett. Except they probably wouldn't want to know him. Not when they found out about his past -- where he'd spent the last ten years. He'd do his work and leave.
The grass in front of the building didn't appear overgrown, but it wouldn't hurt to mow before the lawn got too high. He wanted to serve the Lord and take care of God's property. Do the best job he could though he hadn't always thought that way. Now he lived to please God more than man. At least that expressed his heart's desire. Whether he could live up to the standards... well, he had to try. The yard in back bordering the woodland would definitely need attention.
Tim had the keys to the maintenance shed in his office. Riley would get them and head out back for the lawnmower. The covered entrance through the double glass doors led down the hall in that direction.
The laughter and chatter of feminine voices wafted from the fellowship hall when he walked through the front door. He poked his head into the large room.
Tammy, Evergreen's efficient secretary, stood with one hand on her hip and pointed to the long tables in the back of the room. Another lady he'd seen at the services faced her and gestured toward the front wall nearest the door.
"Hey, Riley."
He circled around to the voice behind him. Tim Garrett, just the guy he needed to see. "Hey, buddy. I came by for the keys. I'm going to tackle that jungle out back this afternoon."
"Thanks. Since you didn't show up last week, the grass is pretty high."
"Yeah, uh…" Riley had no excuse except procrastination. Wait until tomorrow or the next day. Who cared? He gave himself a mental shake. That was the old Riley thinking. "Sorry, Tim."
"You're here now." Tim turned his head to the voices in the fellowship hall. "I think there's going to be an event here this afternoon." He scratched the back of his neck and offered a sheepish grin. "A double baby shower and you'll never guess who one of the expectant mothers is."
Riley laughed. "Hmm. Don't tell me. I spotted an invitation on the bulletin board for… hmmm. Holly Colton." He enjoyed giving Tim a hard time, he had to admit.
Tim jabbed him in the ribs. "A double shower, man. My wife is having a baby, too. You know that."
"Just gotta kid you a little." He shrugged away the discomfort creeping up his shoulders. "Hey, dude. I don't have much experience with women and babies." Probably never would. He'd muddled his life so bad he'd never subject someone else to sharing it.
"Your day will come, buddy." Tim smirked and cupped a hand on his mouth. "If you want the truth, I have no idea how to change a diaper, though Jess Colton said he'd give me lessons."
Tammy dragged a chair from one of the tables in the back and set it toward the front of the room. She smiled. "Hey, you guys. We need a couple of sets of muscles here. Could we impose on you two?"
Riley glanced at Tim and lifted an eyebrow. "Sure. Be happy to help out. As long as I'm out of here when Roxanne and Holly start opening all that baby stuff." He shuddered. "I don't do bottles and diapers."
"Don't worry, I just need for you men to move those two tables up front here to the wall and make about half of those chairs into a large circle." She pointed toward the front of the room. "Stack the rest against the far wall next to the kitchen. Oh, yeah. Hang the banner over the gift table. All of that before the guests begin to arrive." The church secretary giggled. "And that's all."
Tim cut his eyes toward Riley. "No problem."
They marched toward the long rows. Tim picked up one end of the rectangular table, and Riley grabbed the other, moving it up front along the wall. They placed the next table beside it. After they put the chairs in a large circle, they taped a banner over the first table with Congratulations, Holly and Roxanne in pink letters and pictures of baby rattles and those little shoes infants wear.
Tammy emerged from the kitchen and set a large tray of fruit and a basket of crackers on the food table. "Thanks. You guys are great."
"Any time, ladies." Tim picked up an old Sunday bulletin from the floor and tossed it in the garbage receptacle.
A good-looking woman carrying two packages wrapped in white paper with a pink bow on each glided through the door toward them.
Riley didn't want to stare, but the tall lady with shoulder length auburn hair and aquamarine-blue eyes looked familiar. Hmm, where have I seen her before? Something about her face…
She strolled toward Tammy, then set the gifts on the first table now covered with a white cloth.
Oh, man, I've got to stop gawking at her. This was ridiculous, but her presence bugged him. She must be someone…from his past. Someone who was more than an acquaintance.
Tim grasped four unneeded folding chairs and hauled them to where the others were stacked. Three more chairs rested against the wall between the food table and the kitchen a few feet from Tammy who chatted with the woman.
If Riley wanted to take those chairs to the back with the others, he had to walk right by them. Steeling his nerves, he gawked at his tennis shoes as he trudged across the tile. Then he froze in place. A sapphire necklace on the lady's throat glistened with the rays from the ceiling lights.
As if a magnet drew him, Riley inched closer, first staring at her beautiful face, then allowing his gaze to travel down her neck with the blue sapphire surrounded by a row of diamonds hanging from a silver chain. How many other necklaces were like that one? It had to be a one-of-a-kind. Dear Lord. Surely not. He swallowed the groan that tried to escape his throat. She couldn't be the same person from that night so long ago, the girl who wore an identical necklace. Could she? The innocent girl he'd shown no regard for -- who'd only represented another conquest.
He'd never forget. How could he? The necklace had preyed upon his dreams for years. Riley couldn't calm his quivering hands.
Again he peered at the jewelry gracing her long white throat. When he looked up, to his dismay, the shapely woman glared at him.
Someone grasped his arm. "Hey, Riley. You're slacking off." Tim tugged his elbow.
Squeezing his eyes shut didn't help sweep away the cobwebs from his past. He carried the remaining three chairs and stacked them with the others.
Tim's eyebrows, in the shape of a V, gave Riley the clue. He'd messed up. With a wide sweep of his arm, Tim motioned him back where the two ladies still conversed. "Uh, Jillian, may I introduce my friend and fellow church member, Riley Mathis. Riley, Dr. Jillian Coleman."
"It's…uh, nice to meet you Dr. Coleman." Should he shake hands with her? He stuck out his palm. It hovered in the air a moment. He pulled it back when she frowned at him. "I was… noticing your necklace." How stupid did that sound? He'd ogled her for five minutes. Nobody would believe he was looking at the jewelry instead of her chest. In fact…he'd more than likely insulted her.
"How do you do?" She turned to Tammy. "If there's anything I can help with, please let me know."
Tim clutched Riley's arm hard. "May I see you in my office, please?" He clipped his whispered words.
Okay, he didn't have the best social skills. After all, he'd missed the chance to live in society for the last ten years since his confinement in the Puhoma Correctional Institute. He cleared his voice. "Yeah, sure." But he knew what his friend would probably say.
Marching down the long corridor to Tim's office wasn't pleasant, especially in Tim's tight grip.
Riley was a school kid in trouble on his way to the principal's office. "Look man, I'm sorry."
The sign below the frosted glass panel at the top of the door read Tim Garrett, Pastoral Counselor. "You're probably going to offer me advice, and I'm sure I need it, but…"
Couldn't talk his way out of this one. Riley followed him into his office.
Tim closed the door and glared at him. "You've been out of prison now for almost six months. I'm grateful you gave your life to the Lord. Thank God for Chuck Colson's Prison Fellowship Ministry, but..."
"Okay, I have a feeling the but is leading to a lecture."
"Must I remind you," Tim held up his palm, "you're on supervised release, which requires participation in a mental health program. You're fortunate the state allowed you to work with me instead of a secular agency."
"I know. I think the only reason was because my monthly drug tests have been clean." Riley tapped his foot.
Tim straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes to slits. "That's right. Now... Jillian Coleman is an attractive woman. I have a suspicion she thought you were trying to look at her in an inappropriate way." He ran a hand through his hair. "But I'm wondering if you weren't looking at that expensive piece of jewelry on her neck. Riley, I hate to say this, but you acted like either a letch or a thief." He grasped his shoulder and squeezed. "You've come too far, man, to fall back into past sins."
As if a splash of icy cold water doused him on a frigid winter day, Riley caught his breath. The disgusting truth invaded his awareness. He dreaded telling Tim, but his friend already knew so much about him. He cleared his throat. "No worries, man. Not now. Not anymore. I've already stolen something from that woman, and I'm not proud of it."
His pulse throbbed with the memories, the shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips, her flawless skin. Jillian Coleman -- the woman from his past.
"Look, friend. I don't know the details of what you've confessed to me, but it sounds like a big deal. My door here at church is always open to you. I think we need to talk about this at our next session." Tim issued him a scrutinizing look.
"Yeah. I know… Later, man." Riley grabbed the set of keys to the shed that Tim offered and staggered out of his office. Jillian. A doctor who'd worked hard while he'd sat in a prison cell. If he hadn't made those mistakes trying to have it all, maybe he'd stand a chance with her now. But he'd blown his life on drugs and sex, and even if they didn't have a one-night stand between them, a maintenance worker would never measure up to a doctor.

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Author Bio:
June Foster is a retired school teacher with a BA in Education and a MA in counseling. She writes full time and travels in her RV with her husband Joe. June has written four novels for Desert Breeze Publishing. The Bellewood Series, Give Us This Day – February 1, 2012, As We Forgive – September 1, 2012, and Deliver Us – April 1, 2013, and Hometown Fourth of July – July 1, 2012.  June loves to write stories about characters who overcome the issues in their lives by the power of God and His Word. June uses her training in counseling and her Christian beliefs in creating characters who find freedom to live godly lives. June's book, Ryan's Father, will be published by WhiteFire Publishing in the near future.

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June Foster is giving away a copy of Deliver Us. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.
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squiresj said...

I would love to win this book and give it reviews. Please enter me.
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cjajsmommy said...

I had a college friend who could have told the same story (one night with a guy she didn't remember followed by an abortion). She didn't come back the following year and never replied to letters (the old-fashioned way of communicating in the 70s, lol). I know she wanted to become a doctor! So many similarities here. I want to read the book. Please enter my name to win. djragno (at) hotmail (dot) com

karenk said...

thanks for the chance to read this story :)

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KayM said...

I am looking forward to reading this book, but haven't acquired it yet. It would be great to win a copy!
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Patty said...

Thanks for the intro to a new author and a chance to win!


Anonymous said...

Thanks for introducing me to a new author! She has been added to my to-be-read list and I can't wait to dive in to her books. Thanks for the chance to win! :)

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Jo said...

I would love to read this book. It sounds great!


Linda Kish said...

I would love to read this book.

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Patricia Bradley said...

Wow, powerful story. Would love to win it. pat at ptbradley dot com

Jackie Tessnair said...

I would love to win and read this book.Thanks for the chance...sounds interesting.

Jackie Tessnair said...

OOPS,,,forgot to put my email address.jackie_tessnairatyahoodotcom.Thanks

June Foster said...

Sharon, Thank you so much for featuring me on your blog today. I pray that my book will be a blessing to someone. Blessings, June

pol said...

so sad, there are so many needing forgiveness and some not able to forgive themselves, it seems this story comes full circle with the young man meeting her again after such a long time and both traveling a different type road now, I hope they can become friends.
thanks for sharing this story. I would like to read and review this one.
Paula O(

Rose Milligan said...

I would love to read this book. Thanks for having the giveaway.


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