Friday, May 15, 2015
Prophet of the Badlands , The Awakened (#1)
by Matthew S. Cox
Publisher: Curiosity Quills
Genres: Adult, Cyberpunk, Science Fiction, Post-Dystopian
Release date: April 26, 2015
For most twelve year olds, being kidnapped is terrifying. For Althea, it’s just Tuesday. Her power to heal the wounded and cleanse the sick makes her a hunted commodity in the Badlands, a place devoid of technology where the strong write the law in blood. For as long as she can remember, they always come, they always take her, and she lets them. Passed around in an endless series of abductions, she obeys without question―mending those who killed to own her. After three whole months in the same village, the affection of a young warrior makes her feel almost like a member of the tribe rather than a captive. Her brief joy shatters when raiders seize her yet again; for the first time in six years, being stolen hurts. A reluctant escape sends her wandering, and she realizes her gift is a prize that causes as much death as it prevents. Her attempt to return to the tribe leaves her lost and alone, hounded at every turn. When a family who sees her not as the Prophet―but as a little girl―takes her in, she finds the courage to use her power to protect those she loves. A strange man from a world beyond her imagining tests her newfound resolve, seeking to use her power to further his own agenda. Tired of being property, her freedom boils down to one question: Can Althea balance the sanctity with which she holds all life against the miserable truth that some people deserve to die?
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Excerpt from Prophet of the Badlands[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="256"] Author Matthew S. Cox[/caption] Born in a little town known as South Amboy NJ in 1973, Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life. Somewhere between fifteen to eighteen of them spent developing the world in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, and The Awakened Series take place. Hobbies and Interests: Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems (Chronicles of Eldrinaath [Fantasy] and Divergent Fates [Sci Fi], and a fan of anime, British humour (<- deliberate), and intellectual science fiction that questions the nature of reality, life, and what happens after it. He is also fond of cats.
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Follow the Virtual Tour Here[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="256"] Author Matthew S. Cox[/caption] Born in a little town known as South Amboy NJ in 1973, Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life. Somewhere between fifteen to eighteen of them spent developing the world in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, and The Awakened Series take place. Hobbies and Interests: Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems (Chronicles of Eldrinaath [Fantasy] and Divergent Fates [Sci Fi], and a fan of anime, British humour (<- deliberate), and intellectual science fiction that questions the nature of reality, life, and what happens after it. He is also fond of cats.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Title: THE EMANCIATION OF LOVE (Monster, #2)
Author: Mary E. Palmerin
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2015
Model, Stephen Hughes-Landers
Photographer, Shauna Kruse
Cover Designer, Kelsey Keeton
BlurbI am a monster. A sexual deviant.A gorger for pain. I am Worthless William Welch. But I am hers… Ten years since Welch has seen Gwendolyn he finds himself in Portland, the same city they were supposed to live together; just two bloody lovers against the ghastly ways of the world. But that isn’t how their story would pan out and Welch troubles himself everyday with memoirs of the only one that will have his heart. His sweet, sweet girl. Fiery Gwendolyn is gone and he is alone with nothing to occupy him except memories. As he tries to grasp onto the recollections while simultaneously forgetting the pain he was bathed in for so long, he searches for a woman that will give him the agony he so desperately craves. You know what they say… be careful what you wish for. As Welch pushes an unlikely woman to the brink, he is surprised at her eagerness as she gives him what he longs for. Punishment, pain, and pleasure. He becomes enveloped by the demons of his past, the torment of his current, and the ghost in his mind that he refuses to part from. Reverted back to the dysfunctional little boy who obeys, Welch finds himself in a disastrous cycle while the edge of goodness is within reach. Will it be too late for him to find love before he breaks himself down to a point of no return? **Graphic content warning including sexual degradation, emotional abuse, adult situations, and unconventional sexual practices that are intended for mature audiences only. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen. Reader discretion is highly advised.***
Gwendolyn vs. the Band of Barren Hearts (Monster, #1)Monsters. They don’t hide in your nightmares. They steal you away from the good life and prevent you from living your dreams. That’s where 17-year-old Gwendolyn Fitzpatrick found herself; surrounded by wicked fiends after everything she thought she had was gone in the blink of an eye. She was shuffled away with one bag of memories miles away to a pair of foster parents that hardly had her best interests at hand. Forced to obey and listen to her caregiver’s commands, Gwendolyn buries her old self and focuses on the pain to become one of them. A monster herself to seek vengeance. While yearning for her teeming point to come, Gwendolyn starts to connect with another 17-year-old foster boy living with her who calls himself Welch. Just when Gwendolyn starts to feel faith splice its way through the venom of pain, the connection she has with Welch is put in jeopardy as the harshness gets worse with each passing day. Will the two tattered spirits make it out alive?
About the Author
Mary E. Palmerin is 27 years old and resides in Indiana. She is married, has two small boys and usually has her nose in a good book when she isn't writing. She has been writing since she was a young girl, scribbling fairy tales down on notebook paper, creating poetry through her teen years, and many shorts in between, all of which she has kept. Mary enjoys telling tales that are both raw and real, seeing it as a gift to be able to evoke various emotions from her readers.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
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Chapter 1Lost in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana's swelling belly, then grinned when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted to wake up from."Good afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It's fifteen after one."Nuzzling closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. "Five more minutes."He snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. "Take all the time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—"Quick and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him rolling his eyes in irritation."—knock on the door soon," he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly turning sour at the lack of private time the island's residents allowed him to have with his wife. "I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I'm a shark whisperer?"Ariana giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.He fell back to his own pillow, defeated. "We are going on vacation. No cell phones. No knocks on the door—unless it's room service—and, best of all, no distractions."Laughing as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. "I love both of you so much."Abe huffed as he glared at them. "You just saw them yesterday. And you don't need that caffeine; it's bad for the baby."Ariana took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. "The only thing that's bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father fusses over me too much."Abe blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike Ariana, he hadn't dressed after making love the night before.He exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife's face. She was the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.Abe raised an eyebrow. "Come here, devil woman.""Abe," Becky said, laughing. "There's no time—er… take all the time you need, Your Highness," she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.He would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant phone calls.He tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana's smile.She set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she would be out of his sight?He had some ass-chewing to do, that's what, and he was going to do that first."I'll be back before you know it, Abe," she said sweetly, almost convincingly, but he knew better; she'd been telling him that every day since she’d started working, and it had never, ever been true.Even though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his case. "Stay here," he whispered. "Take the day off. I could use a little healing myself." He grinned devilishly.The only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.He knew she wouldn't concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. He had faith that one day she would."Sunset, Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you."She laughed. "I just bet you do."He tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips. Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. "It's sort of important and special. It's been in the works for several years, but it's almost complete now. I didn't want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn't say anything. I don't think I can keep from telling you what it is until your next day off, so please don't overwork yourself today, and try to get out of there by eight." He paused for a moment. "And eat light for supper; I'm taking you out afterward."Ariana's eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn't hide behind her fake anger. "You know how much I hate surprises."Abe knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled through his memory for the lyrics of Mary Had A Little Lamb, just in case. Mindreading was one witchy trait that could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her would be downright impossible.He kissed her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn't paralyze his vocal chords. "You'll like this one. I promise it won't embarrass you.""Can we come?" Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at hearing about something new and exciting on the island.Abe chuckled. "Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like," he said, knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope."Who else is going?" Becky asked with a sneer.Abe shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother, was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.Just thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three months ago, and they hadn't seen or heard from the guy since his descent back into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular basis, but she hadn't sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he forced his worry from his features, for her."I'm not sure, Becky, but if you think I'm going to tell my brother he can't go just because you'll be there, then you don't know me very well." He ignored the hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana's butt when she crawled over him to get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.After hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the middle of his bedroom. "Would the two of you mind leaving? I'm about to go shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night."He smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their naked king."Go on. Ariana will call you when she's ready to leave. I can't promise you'll be on time for work, so you may want to leave without her." He stopped and huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. "What? She isn't yours; she's mine. Go!"Tripping over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.With a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He could only see the top of Ariana's wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.Ariana smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn't fit his body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her womb.He ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.She gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss."Abe," she panted. "I'm going to be late for work."An approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips. "Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that you would be there when you damn well got there."She laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. "You are such a king."Lowering his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions, decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.Ariana's lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the walls of the bathroom.With his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn't worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of her.His head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.His jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall when her muscles tightened around his erection."Yeeees!" The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the orgasm threatened to rip through her body. "Abe…" she said, winded, and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin, "I—I need…""I know, baby. Just let it go." He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.Aiming to get his own release by the time Ariana's climax was over, Abe growled and quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He was there."Take my vein," Ariana whispered.Pulling a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was quickly boiling up inside him."No," he said shortly."Abe, please. You need it. I want you to."He stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight, so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the damn thing."Abe! Where are you going?""Not now, Ariana." He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, and wasn't a bit surprised to hear she had followed."What did I do? I don't understand why you're acting this way. Talk to me, damn you!" she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for.He stopped and let his arm fall, but didn't turn around. "You know how I feel about using you as a meeker while you're pregnant. We've had this discussion before, Ariana. Hell, we've even fought about it a few times, but you don't seem to understand or maybe you just don't care; I don't know—""You think that I don't care about my child?" she said, and Abe turned around, the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their conversation led to him feeding from her. "How can you even say that?" she snapped. "If I felt, in any way, that you taking the amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn't ask you to do it." She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe's bones. "I know it won't hurt the baby—""But I don't!" he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. "I don't know what is good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can't imagine taking anything from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won't do it."He ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn't so happy anymore. Without wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to the dresser to grab socks."Abe," Ariana whispered, but he didn't look at her. He couldn't look at her when he was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. "Abe, look at me. I have to go to work, and I don't want to leave you upset." He still didn't say anything.Abe put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches wasn't going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door."Abe! Where are you going? The sun is out!""Go to work, Ariana. I'll see you later."He jerked open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
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Friday, January 30, 2015
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Sunday, August 3, 2014
Luca buried his face in her hair, trying to save his eyesight. Riella was lethal. She would have made a very successful cage fighter.
“I begged you to leave him alone. I begged you on my knees!”
“He knew it,” he shouted, trying to still her. “He gave up his life to protect yours.” She still fought, but he could feel her tiring, grief weighing her down. Deep sobs erupted from her chest, replacing her will to fight. “Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and towed her into the darkness, farther away from the fire and shootings. They made it to the last trailer just as he heard the grenade launchers. “Fuck. We need to run like you’ve never run before. Over to that line of trees. Ready?”
“No. Wait. I can barely stand up.”
“Tough. You can complain later. C’mon.” Luca grabbed Riella’s hand tight in his hand and started for the trees. They ran for their lives, while behind them the campsite turned to churned mud and fire. Trailers and cars alike blew up, and the few people who hadn’t already taken cover ran away into the darkness.
As soon as they were hidden by the first line of trees, Riella pulled her hand out of his and dug her heels in. “Wait!"
“Riella, we’re not safe here. We need to get farther in.”
“I don’t give a shit! You stop and answer me one question, Luca Anziano, or you may as well kill me here and now.”
Luca stared at her for a split second. Dogged determination was shining in her eyes. Hell of a gene to inherit from her father. Why couldn’t she just have his color eyes, or same shape chin instead? Riella stood, hands on hips, hair wild and twisting in the wind, outlined against the conflagration that had been her and her people’s home, like some avenging angel come to rid the world of its canker.
“Luca,” she panted, “when you told me you loved me… I just need to know… Were you lying to me?”
The metallic whizzing of several simultaneous barrels resonated over the crackling of the fire. Sprays of bullets showered the already destroyed site, catching any stragglers unawares. “Who the hell sold him a metal storm? The guy’s nuts!”
“I’ll answer you on the go.” Luca grabbed her in his arms and ran. The bullets kept coming and Riella was shouting something over the noise, but not loud enough for him to make out individual words. He ran, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only: to get her away from the danger, to make her safe. The forest floor was uneven, and it would have been difficult terrain even without having to carry a struggling woman in his arms; with her added weight, Luca felt like he was wrenching each step through a vat full of treacle. His thigh muscles burned, his lungs were on fire, but now he could see the road, and parked to the side, the truck in which Karalius must have brought over his arsenal designed to teach Goliath’s people who’s boss. Escape was in sight. From in front, someone opened fire, and Luca stumbled. Before he could work out why, he hit the ground and knew no more.
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Monday, July 28, 2014
Hi, friends! It's been awhile, I know, but I've been super busy with getting those novels written so you can read them! Just this past weekend, I was one of 40 authors in a book signing in Rogers, AR. We had a blast! I met a lot of great writers and readers. I'm exhausted, but it was well worth it! Some of the people I already knew from last year's signing. One of my favorites just happens to be the guy in the photo below, Eric Madden. Go ahead and look. You know you wanna. ;)
It seems Eric is moving on to bigger and better things, at least for the moment. I was sad to hear the news, but just as happy in my own little way. How can I not be happy for someone who is doing what God has called him to do. I can't.
Eric needs our help, so listen up. Wait, wait, wait... I'll just let him tell you...
Dear Brothers and Sisters, Family and Friends.
“Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in our proportion
to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in our teaching; if to encourage, encourage
others; if to give, give generously. If God has given you leadership, take the responsibility seriously, And if
you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.”
I would like to take a moment of your time and fill you in about immediate plans with strong,
urgent needs that God has in-store for me this fall. I have been blessed with an amazing opportunity to
spread the Gospel and Good news about the Creation of Christ Jesus in the city of Bamako, Mali, in
Northwest Africa. Time has left no margin to reach and overcome financial support. I am in constant
prayer that God’s grace will make this happen. Funds are needed to be met immediately due to the short
notice of the departure. For God's will to be done the trip will cost $40 a day coming to $1200/ month.
This covers all costs. I pray that you will read on and have an understanding of what I will be doing. If
you feel led to support and that God is calling you to help me, I have included how you can contribute.
In Bamako, I will have the opportunity to teach English as a second language. Classes are daily which will give me strong foundations to build relationships with those who are not believers and share the Creation of Christ. Being involved with the university, I will be in direct contact with the Professional Class and University Students. This will open doors that God desires for them to come to believe and have a positive influence in their lives. Enhancing their lives with the English language will equip them for opportunities in life that may not have been achievable otherwise: such as career opportunities, strong financial possibilities, relationships, better daily living, and so much more. I look
forward to the relationships that I can establish as an American, not only spiritual but with an everlasting friendship.
In Bamako, there are over 1.8 million people and less than 2% of them are believers in Christ.
Many have never had the opportunity to hear about Jesus as the Son of God. Matthew 24:14 says, “ And
the Good News about the Kingdom will be preached throughout the whole world, so that all nations will
hear it; and then the end will come.” I am honored to be God’s hands and feet and be able to serve Him bringing Good News to ALL NATIONS.
I am enthusiastically looking forward to the plans the Lord has, they are greater than anything I
can fathom and have nothing to do with me. As this is a calling that I have been given, there are ways that
you can help me. The most important thing you can do for me is PRAY. I will need your prayers
to help me fulfill God’s calling, do his work, and carry out the responsibilities that I have been given. Your
prayers will play an extremely vital part in my ministry. Among all things I have listed, four are huge
----The Lord will use me as He desires to make contribution to His work.
----I will have safe travel and good health. (My body will need to make many adjustments.)
----Healthy and strong relationships will be developed.
----God will provide for my expenses.
The second way that you can contribute to my calling is financial support. Since I will be in
Bamako for the better part of 3 months, I will need help raising the funds that are needed. The cost of the
trip, including room/board, in-field travel, admin fees and insurance while over there comes to a total of
$1200/month. There are a couple ways to which you can contribute towards my expenses. The organization
I will be directly linked through is Envision. Envision is an initiative to connect Millennials to Jesus.
They are a part of The Christian and Missionary Alliance. You can make contributions directly to my
Envision account by Credit card (online or by phone) or by check.
Check- Make payable to “The C&MA” and send to:
The Christian And Missionary Alliance/Envision Office
Attn.: Becky Gorton
P.O Box 35000
Colorado Springs, CO 80935-3500
MEMO Line: “Envision-Eric Madden”
Go to the Give page of the C&MA Website: https://secure.cmalliance.org/ give/
In the box under the “Give to International Workers and Special Projects” section, supporters should type:
"ENV – [Eric Madden]" and then click the red “Give Now” box that appears.
Type in the desired gift amount and fill out the form below.
You then have the option to make this a recurring gift by clicking on the box underneath the total.
Phone-If you feel you want to support by way of giving over the phone you may do so by calling the toll
free number; 866-443-8262.
You can also give your contributions via my GracePoint Church. Please make checks payable to
Grace Point Church, their address is 1201 McCollum Dr, Bentonville, AR 72712.
Again I want to thank you in advance and apologize for the urgency of the needs. God's timing is perfect
even up to the last second. Please if you have any questions you can reach me at 479-212-3903,
Or write me at 1383 Skaggs Hollow Rd, Pineville MO 64856
I have faith that by God’s Grace, your prayers and your financial support, my ministry and time
spent sharing the gospel and having a positive influence in education will be a profitable one for His
Kingdom and His Glory. Thank you again for taking this time and for the prayers that I will be needing.
Sincerely in His Service,
Please help out a great cause. Anything helps more than you know.
Thank you and God bless you :)