Faithgirl #2 (Available on Amazon)

It's time you guys! Book 2 of the Faithgirl Series came out Monday, March 25, 2019, exactly one year after book #1!!!!!

This has been a long time coming, but I praise God for helping me complete this book. After 18 years of wanting to be published, Faithgirl came out last year on March 25th. Happy anniversary to me!!

Now, Faithgirl & Faithboy makes it's debut!!!

I am hoping to pick up the pace and release 2 - 4 books every year! So, keep me in your prayers!

Keep reading for more details, and a sneak peak!!

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Abi and Joshua’s story continues in Faithgirl and Faithboy.

Abigail Perez used to be your average teenage Christian, but now she goes around saving her town with her boyfriend. Together they are Faithgirl and Faithboy, a superhero duo who uses prayer and faith to save the lives of those around them.

But being a superhero is not always easy, and then throw dating and graduation in the mix, and you’ve got a lot of confusion.

Can Abi and Joshua figure out how to handle a new relationship as well as everything else going on in their lives? Will Abi ever get her first kiss? Can Joshua ever get over his past and move on? Only time will tell.

Authors Note:

Is this book appropriate for your child? That depends on you. This story is about a high school student and therefore includes content that is a bit more mature. The main character talks a lot about boys. And there is discussion about kissing, staying pure, and waiting till marriage, getting married and having children. This book also contains graphic realistic scenes of violence that could be offensive and overwhelming to some. It’s always a good idea to read a book first before sharing it with your child.

Keep on reading, the sneak peak is at the end!!!!!

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Abi’s story began in Faithgirl, so make sure you go back and read it now. Click on the book to get it on Amazon.

And now for the sneak peak!!!!

I looked over at the driver’s seat. Joshua was sitting there, driving carefully, as only Joshua can. His posture was impeccable, and his hands were at ten and two. He drives like an old person. It was hilarious and intensely cute.

I studied his face, the curve of his nose, the indention below it which lead to his lips. Lips I still had not kissed even though we had been dating for a month. I sighed in frustration, crossed my arms, and leaned back into my seat.

“What are you upset about now?” Joshua teased. He quickly smiled at me and then returned his eyes to the road, ever the careful driver.

“Nothing.” I mumbled, continuing to pout. There was no way I was starting this conversation back up. I think we both needed a break from the Big Kiss Debate. We’d had this conversation several times over the last couple of weeks. Sometimes I’d drop hints, other times I’d make slick remarks, and at times I’d start up a big discussion about it. It was always me initiating communication on kissing, not Joshua.

When Joshua was in the hospital, recovering from the gunshot wound he got when protecting me, we had the first of these conversations. Joshua told me he thought it’d be best if we take our time, pace ourselves, and wait to kiss. I had initially agreed, but quickly changed my mind.

I was having a hard time with this, because this was not how I imagined my first, and hopefully only, relationship would progress. It’s not like I wanted to make out all the time, I knew that could open doors we were not ready for yet, but I was eighteen years old. This was my first boyfriend and I really wanted my first kiss already, even if it was only a quick peck.

What made it worse was that Joshua had told me he had actually kissed a few times when he was younger. He felt regretful of those situations and wanted to protect our relationship, but all I felt was envy that he had experienced a kiss and lots of jealously over his lips.

I turned to look out the window and watched the surroundings speed past. The trees blending into a blur as they passed my window, until we came to a red light and stopped. Crossing in front of us, in the crosswalk, I saw a little girl with her mother. The child was holding her mother’s hand, swinging it, as she skipped excitedly to the other side of the road towards the park.

The child yanked her hand free the second she hit the sidewalk and raced off with her mother yelling and running behind her. I laughed to myself and smiled. The little girl reminded me of someone, of one of my first saves.

A few months ago, I decided that I was going to have faith the size of a mustard seed and believe in miracles. Next thing I knew, I was jumping off a broken bridge into a raging river to save my cousin, Jessie. Somehow, I had survived. Then, just a few days later, a little girl was almost hit by a car, but I ran to her and saved her, not even knowing I had super-speed. After that, I began my life as Faithgirl.

I had saved quite a few people in the last few months. And after Joshua prayed to stay by my side and help me, he’d magically appeared out of nowhere to where I was and saved me, taking a bullet. A couple of days ago, he’d joined me for the first time on a saving mission as Faithboy.

Today Joshua had picked me up from school and we were on our way to his aunt and uncle’s house. His parents were there waiting for our big announcement. After his first save, Joshua had called his parents to come up this weekend, telling them he needed to talk to them. I’m not sure what they all assumed this conversation was about, but I’m sure they had no idea what was coming.

We pulled into his aunt and uncle’s driveway. They lived in a beautiful two-story home. All along the front of the house was a beautiful garden with lilies, roses, and orchids. Their colors welcomed you. The grass was thick and freshly trimmed. The house recently painted. Just behind the garden was a long porch, with a two-person rocker.

Their door was painted a beautiful shade of navy blue and had an intricately designed glass window towards the top. Every time I came here I fell more in love with this house. It was the American Dream. It is the type of home I hoped to live in one day in the future, with my husband and children.

Joshua took out his key and opened the door. We could hear chatter coming from the main living area, so we headed that way. We found his parents, aunt, uncle, and cousin Jayce-my former youth pastor, sitting in the living room. They all stood when we entered the room and we exchanged hugs and kisses before settling down on the sofas.

Joshua’s aunt was very much into HGTV and had recently convinced her husband to remodel. After a year of renovations, various contractors coming and going, and I’m sure, quite a bit of money, the makeover was complete.

The house looked like it could be featured on the channel. The walls were painted a medium shade of grey, with white molding along the top and bottom. The floors were grey-toned hardwood. Beautiful artwork hug on every wall of the room. We were sitting on a beige three-person couch facing a matching beige sectional his family sat on. In between us was a glass coffee table with a small platter, and other decorations. Lots of light streamed in from the French doors on our right.

His family looked at us, expectantly, waiting for us to clue them in on the “Big News”. No one spoke. I looked over at Joshua. He was staring at his shoes. I guess he didn’t know how to begin. He lifted his head and took a breath, like he was about to speak, and then once again lowered his head and returned to looking at his shoes.

“You guys didn’t run off and get married, did you?” Jayce asked, finally breaking the silence. I started to laugh, but then noticed the seriousness on his face, as well as on the rest of the family’s.

“Of course not!” I cried out. Genuinely shocked that they thought we would marry after only knowing each other less than four months. “Joshua, I know you’re not sure how to explain this, but I’m sure God will give you the words. You need to at least open your mouth though.”

“I’m Faithboy.” Joshua said bluntly.

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