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Novels You Can't Put Down

She could hear them hooting like baying hounds now, scenting their quarry, and she knew death would come soon.

“Psst, up here.”

Drexlee jerked her head up to see a shaggy-haired boy in the tree, beckoning her with an outstretched hand.

“I’ll pull you up.”

She didn’t have to think twice, getting to her feet and taking his hand as he lifted her into the tree’s lower branches.

“Follow me,” the ragged barefoot kid told her.

She summoned the last of her strength to climb higher into the tree until she reached a platform made of branches. She sat on it, trying to recover.

“Shhh,” he told her, finger to his lips.

Peering down, she saw their lights searching along the shore, passing right beneath them. The boy waited until they were gone…

2035 AD: Connor Stanton and Rebecca Pedtke were orphaned when their parent’s stronghold was overrun by a renegade army. He was twelve and she was ten when they escaped into the Wyoming wilderness to an emergency hideout their parents had prepared for such a catastrophe.

After four years of surviving on their own, when they believed they could endure almost anything, Connor was forced to shoot three men who found and attacked them.

They rescued Vickie, a girl their own age who’d been a captive of the attackers, but she presented a whole new set of challenges because of the crude realities she brought with her. She questioned their belief in God and their innocent relationship with each other. Later, their attempt to join a fortified community of Christian believers brought even more struggles, ultimately making them targets of Maddix Rutledge, the criminal strongman, believed to have killed their parents.

Well, what are you going to do, Mrs. Williams? From what you’ve said, you can’t even take care of the ones you have now.”

“It’s not right and I can’t do it. I won’t do it,” Janelle said. “I refuse to let you take my child!”

“It’s not a child, Mrs. Williams, it’s only a fetus…

…you’re barely into your second trimester and it would be an easy procedure. You’d hardly feel a thing.”

Janelle sniffed and spun around, catching the younger woman’s eyes. “Oh, I would feel it alright; for the rest of my life I would feel it.”

The young woman shook her head disgustedly and turned away.

Janelle defied societal pressure and followed her heart, having no idea the impact her unborn child would have on the world one day.

We just want to talk to you, Johnny,” the man yelled into the darkness. “Then we’ll let all of you go. But this is your last chance. If you don’t come out right now, I’m gonna hurt your little scout buddies.”

After Johnny’s scout troop witnessed a murder, he escaped into the sage brush.

Experts agreed that he did the right thing by remaining hidden, but he never quite accepted that

 because he could still hear the screams of his friends, pleading with him to come out of hiding and save them.

Johnny now goes by Jack. He’s middle-aged and comfortable. None of his church friends know he’s the lone survivor of the famous Guadalupe Massacre. Even though he was psychologically scarred by that horrible event, terror is the last thing he expects in adulthood. But someone’s changing that, and the stakes are much higher than in his childhood. Is meaningless, violent death Jack’s destiny, or is this his opportunity to redeem his past? Whichever, the situation is about to draw him very close to God.

David and Courtney had different motives for visiting the Bay Area. For her it was a last-ditch effort to communicate some financial realities to her husband and save their marriage. For him it was to celebrate the New Year in his usual opulent style, made possible by her success as a hedge fund manager.

He knew she was on another of her “marriage revival” kicks, but whenever that happened, he placated her until she gave up. However, after a week of searching for her after she failed to return from a shopping trip, the police left him with two horrible but equally plausible explanations; one, she was the victim of a known serial killer, or two, she had intentionally left him.

Three years later, his personal life in a shambles and repentant for being such a terrible husband, the case remained unsolved. David clung to a shred of hope that she could still be alive, but only a miracle could bring Courtney back.

The infant son of European Royals was kidnapped. They received no ransom note, no leads, and had no idea what became of him. After months without word, the world gave up hope that the prince would ever be found, but for the king and queen, it was the beginning of quest that transformed their lives.

Lack of control was extremely difficult for a person who had been born into a world of humanly reasoned solutions. Every situation had a solution. The famous quote from Alanado’s grandfather, Alfonso the Great was; Crises are nothing more than opportunities for practicing the art of governing. Alanado came to the throne wondering if any problem existed that could not be fixed with the proper amount of expertise and money.

But now, he was beginning to see that he’d been deceived by a false sense of immunity from tragedy. Now he longed for those fixable kinds of troubles. Who would believe that one year after the prince’s birth, and all of the prophetic hoopla surrounding it, that his wife would still be racked with inconsolable grief? Who would believe that he, the descendant of generations of proud rules, would find his only hope in what his ancestors and the world considered impossible.

During the Cold War, the CIA and the KGB both had psychic weapons research programs. After investing millions, the US shut down their Stargate Project in 1995, concluding that the results were unreliable. They assumed that the Russians would reach the same conclusion about their psychic research, but that was before the bizarre attacks started. 

Then, a defecting Russian spy confirmed, not only the weapon’s existence but also its imminent use in a massive preemptive strike against the United States. The current administration in Washington played down such a fantastic threat, fearing release of the information would create a panic and cause a political backlash. 

It was a Senate Intelligence Committee member who got Pastor Will Lyons involved with the CIA. The Committee member told them Will understood the spiritual realm and might be able to help them.

He agreed only because he believed it was his duty to serve his country, but that was before he was given a security clearance and briefed on all of the details. How could he have known his decision to help would ultimately make him a target of his own government.

They look like us, but their DNA is clearly different. The question is; where did they come from and why are they drilling into the Dead Sea under the guise of a multinational geothermal project? And even stranger, why did they name it the Tartarus Project? Tartarus is name the Apostle Peter used for hell.

Brian and Margret Porter have proof of their existence

…and they have a code which might be the key to their defeat. Can they survive long enough to break the code and convince others of the threat? Each day, as the Dead Sea drilling goes deeper, the threat against mankind grows greater. Sightings is a Christian thriller. Once you start, you need to hang on because the protagonist’s lives become a panic-stricken nightmare, scratching and clawing its way to a conclusion. Writer, Dan Walsh said Sightings rivals Frank Peretti’s early work. But the real story of Sightings goes beyond the suspense. It’s a spiritual journey.

Jack Drachman wondered what the people who followed the Barlow Road in covered wagons to settle the west would think about him using it to escape. They came with great expectations, pursuing their dreams. They established communities that became cities. More people came, hungry for success, willing to sacrifice anything to get it. What would those early travelers make of someone going the opposite direction now? 

Fleeing the very culture they worked so hard to establish? Could they see what had gone wrong and explain it to him? Was this present decline of America a mere bump in the road or something more?

Jack saw two possible explanations. One; civilization was declining as it had at times in the past and chaos would ensue, or two; these things were signs of the end. The first could happen without the second, but if the second happened, the first would happen simultaneously. He didn’t know which it was, but Jesus said there would be definite signs, and His advice about getting out of Dodge seemed to apply no matter which scenario it was.

I‘m astounded,” I said. “I guess I’m a man without a country now too.”

“Like father, like son,” my dad said. “You’ll be safe in Israel as long as the Americans don’t get wind of it. Any other place, I don’t know.”

“Like I’m a terrorist or something.”

He gave me a solemn look. “Maybe not a terrorist, but a traitor…from their point of view anyway.”

His words slammed me like a right to the diaphragm. How did this happen to me? A couple of days ago I was a faithful, free American living the dream, and now the CIA is searching for me with Predator drones. My only prayer was that Morgan would eventually know the truth and forgive me.

To this day the Chidams still think we’re contaminated, but the truth is, there’s nothing wrong with us. We’re a remnant of believers, selected to survive the horrid disease that swept the world. I learned this from my parents, who learned it from their parents, who heard it from the survivors themselves.

The truth is, if we’re a danger to them, it’s a different kind of infection than what they fear. We’re contaminated by the belief that all people are created equal…

…with inalienable rights and they should be free to pursue their destinies. There’s no cure for that. Once you have it, you’re ruined for eternity. Therefore, we represent a threat to them and someday, when it becomes expedient, they will probably deal with us. But you might say I’m immune to that threat and have taken the battle to them instead.

Edward had never met a woman like Prittesse who was more interested in him as a person than she was in his designated function as a provider of female needs. Up to that time, his life had been an endless torment of empty liaisons with women who could kill him without consequence, should he displease them in slightest way.

Prittesse’s unconventional approach started Edward’s rites of passage into “manhood,” a banished concept, punishable by death in their upside-down society.

Sleeping in Trees explores the beginnings of romance, in a culture that has outlawed love; manhood, in a civilization that has neutered most of its males; and femininity, in a world of female chauvinism. The story’s social commentary edge is honed by Edward and Prittesse’s perilous escape into the beast-ridden wilderness, pursuing the lost ideal of love. 

An approaching summer storm whipped up a dust cloud on the road to Nadara. Soon a brief rain shower left a pitted, muddy covering over the thick blanket of dust. The sun came out and dried the mud to a crust, awaiting the cartwheels of the first peddler heading for the little Italian town. By the following day, the entire road was ground into deep dust again. 

The cycle was not unlike the lives of the people who inhabited the isolated community. For generations, the base elements of the earth had taken on life, only to return to dust again. But even in the ordinary constancy of people’s lives, the extraordinary is known to happen.

After the war, Mario left the graves of his wife and children in Nadara and fled to the United States. Through many difficult life lessons, he was destined to learn that what was intended for evil God works for good.

Neither makeup nor stage presence could hide the commentator’s pale ghostly appearance. He struggled to get his words out.

“This special bulletin just in; earlier in the week we learned from the Prague Summit that the rogue star, popularly known as Zowe, will miss the earth. However, the latest findings conclude that a cosmic vortex, caused by the passing star’s gravitational field, will displace our entire solar system.”

What would happen if the entire world population found out they had six months to live?

Seth, a rural firefighter, pulled Nicki from the fuselage of a plane just before the wreckage tumbled into a gorge. Over the next month they fell in love and had everything to look forward to until they heard about the star.

Dwyer and Cassie, two teens on opposite trajectories, as unlikely to mix as oil and water, were forced together to survive. In the chaos following the news of the star, Dwyer killed a man who attacked Cassie. They buried him together to cover the deed.

Connor and Pilar, a middle-aged language arts teacher and a bank manager, barely escaped Portland’s rampaging mobs to become stranded in central Oregon with thousands of other refugees.

Three couples, thrown together by fate and entangled in a quest to live through the chaos, found that one of them had the answer everyone needed to survive.

Paloua and Kalea expected to marry and live the rich and satisfying lives their ancestors had lived before them. But there were some things they didn’t understand…things like their valley being hidden in the center of a barren island with slopes so formidable that no other island people had ever found their secret paradise.

They couldn’t have known because their valley walls were so sheer that no one had ever been able to leave. But why would they want to? Their ancestors named the place, Alouda, or All That is Desired, because it was a utopia. Their God, Eloah, provided everything they needed there.

But perhaps the most fateful thing they didn’t know was; everything they cherished, everything they believed, and everything they relied upon was about to change.