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Publishing and Blog Update. New Short Story!

 

"The Shepherd's Love"

New!



"The Shepherd's Love" is a brand new inspirational short story. It is based on Jesus' parable of the lost sheep.

Alef is a dedicated shepherd. Although he loves his young wife and each of the sheep in his care, he embarks on a potentially dangerous journey to rescue his missing ewe.

If you would like a brand new story and a chance to support the blog, you can buy it Here for just $0.99, or you can read it on Kindle.


Two E-Books



Cynthia's Confessions

A story of young love and lessons learned. Set in South Africa. Available as a profesional looking e-book once more. (No longer on the blog.)






Whispers of Wales

An historical romance with a touch of mystery. Set in Cape Town and Wales, it is loosely based on the author's own family research.

Also available once more as an e- book, and no longer on the blog.



About the Blog


Although I do have some books for sale, including poetry, short stories, as well as longer stories, I will always publish free to read short stories, thoughts, and poems on the blog as the Spirit leads.

Aside from these, God willing, I will also post gardening updates (on Basket of Hope, my new gardening blog,). 

As a writer, I have always dreamed of being a published author. Self-publishing has enabled me to achieve this. It is a wonderful feeling to see your books out there. :)

If you feel so led, you may help support the blog by purchasing a book. All books are available in e-book format. Longer stories and poetry volumes are also available in paperback.

Well, that's all for today.

If you are new here, a very big welcome. Please make yourself at home.

Whether you are new here or not, you will find many free encouraging reads to enjoy on your coffee or tea break. :)

Love and prayers,

Alison






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