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Update & This & That. Available Now. The Mocha Mermaid.

 




Dear Readers,

I hope that you are having a blessed and Jesus filled day. :)

Thank you so much for reading my stories and poems. It is such a blessing to think that they are being read. 

I pray that they will encourage you on your journey.

Going forward, I hope to post one longer post each week on Monday.

God willing, posts will contain stories, poems, chat, and writing and publishing updates as God leads.

I have two more Rapture stories, plus a Rapture poem waiting for you. At the moment I am also busy writing what will hopefully be a short story trilogy. I am enjoying the story so far. It is an inspirational romance set in the countryside. The rest is a secret for now. :) God willing, the series will be available on Amazon in e book format. Pricing will be very reasonable.


Now Available: (e book and paperback.)





My novella, The Mocha Mermaid, has been sitting around in Google Docs for a while. Now it is time to get it out there. I'm pretty fond of this sweet story which is set in a fictional coastal town. It features a lovely main character named Connie Lavender, who owns a coffee shop. You will meet some of the Mocha Mermaid's favourite customers in this cozy romantic read. Once again, although it is an inspirational romance, its purpose is to encourage you in your walk with Jesus. If on the other hand, you do not know the Lord, it may help you to find Him.


Link



A sneak peek at a further publishing project. :) Details at a later date.


To close, here are three poems which I wrote yesterday. 

Love, prayers, and blessings,

Alison.

Keep shining.










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