Thursday, September 26, 2013

Fiction draws us near...

There's been a longstanding debate in the church on whether or not fiction is worth reading. Some hold fast to the viewpoint that fiction is a waste of time, that one should only read their Bible and nonfiction works that draw us nearer to a knowledge of God.

Well I'm here to tell you that since I was about 11 years old, God has used FICTION to draw me nearer to His heart. :)  And it's because of authors who have hearts for Him and desire to use their lives and talent to bring Him glory through relatable characters, entertaining plots, and an inspiring message of hope and grace.

Check out this work of quality fiction by my friend LIZ JOHNSON...

SEAL Under Siege (September 3, 2013)
by Liz Johnson

When Staci Hayes is rescued from a Mideast prison by navy SEAL Tristan Sawyer, she thinks the ordeal is over. But back in San Diego, a new threat arises. Staci has information that could prevent a hit on U.S. soil, and the terrorist will stop at nothing to silence her. Tristan insists on being her bodyguard, but his constant presence makes her long for things beyond her reach. Protecting Staci is the second chance Tristan needs to put the past behind him. Yet with a spy on the naval base, anyone could be a threat. Can he offer her safety…and love? 

About the Author:

By day Liz Johnson is a marketing manager for a Christian publisher. She finds time to write late at night and is a two-time ACFW Carol Award finalist. Liz makes her home in Nashville, TN, where she enjoys theater, exploring local music, and making frequent trips to Arizona to dote on her nieces and nephews. She loves stories of true love with happy endings and blogs about her adventures in writing at Follow her online at or

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            “You said I was safe. You said you’d protect me.”
            “I did. You made it safely home, didn’t you?” His words were short but not unkind.
            “I made it home, anyway.”
            Those blue eyes sliced into hers.
            “What does that mean?”
            “Someone has been following me, and I think it’s the same man from Lybania.”
            His arms crossed over his broad chest, the sleeves of his t-shirt pulling snug around his biceps. He looked so intimidating.
            “Did you call the police? Tell them you’re being stalked, and they can look into it for you. They can handle things like that.”
            “They wouldn’t help me.” If she had any idea how to face down the man following her on her own, she would. But since she didn’t, she had to convince the lieutenant to help.
            Taking a first step toward him, she pointed her finger at his chest. “Listen to me. I’m in trouble, but it’s not just me. I don’t know the name of the man who’s after me, but I know what I heard. He’s plotting to blow something up . . . here in San Diego.”

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