May 11, 2012

Book Promo ~ Southern Superstitions by B.J. Robinson

Southern Superstitions by B. J. Robinson

About the book:
Prayer versus Southern superstitions when a woman's husband mysteriously disappears in the swamp on a deer-hunting trip. As steamy as the hot, thick, sticky heat of Louisiana, this page-turner will keep readers in suspense, as the author spins a tale of love, loss, superstition, pain, heartache, and faith in God. 

Reviewer Kathy Boswell says, "Very good! She never gives up hope that Andy will return to her someday. She puts it all in God's hands like she's done every crisis in her life. She knows He will take care of this for her." 

God and the power of prayer versus Southern superstitions. Through belief, faith, hard work, the power of prayer, and God's help, this powerful, moving story is a thought-provoking Christian romantic suspense about a young couple who fall in love, but have to change her mother's mind in more ways than one, if their relationship is to survive. Can Andy convince June there's more to their relationship than friends? Will he win the approval of Mrs. Myrtle, her mother, and can love survive strawberry season and an April flood? Will June be able to give Andy a child?
 Favorite sentences: It was faith in God that would bring her husband home. Even a lucky penny or dime declared, "In God we trust."
Free Excerpt:

Rod joined the search party to help investigate his dad's disappearance. It'd disbanded at
nightfall and picked up the search again at daybreak, but they'd found no sign of his dad. Rod
guided a canoe deep into the marshes and swamps. He'd hunted with his father many times in
these wetlands so he knew where to check. No word or sign of his father made the cold,
Christmas season stab like an ice pick, and his heart ached for his mother, left alone.

He slid the canoe through a wall of cypress trees, deeper and deeper into the heart of the
swamp. He figured his father headed for the hills. White cranes flew from the cypress limbs. The
canoe hit a cypress knee, and Rod gently eased it around a few more. The way they stuck out of
the shallow water, like protruding nubs, they reminded him of his grandmother's warning finger
wagging in his face. They could tear a hole in the bottom of a boat. Thank God my boat survived
the lick. Maybe that's what happened to Dad.

Finally, after twelve hours of searching, Rod spotted his dad's pirogue on the side of the
hill, where they'd hunted the previous year. He tied his canoe to a tree limb. "Dad!" He raced to
the dome tent and unzipped the door. "Dad?" The tent looked as if his dad made camp, but hadn't
yet used it. The sleeping bag was still rolled up in a corner. The butt of his dad's 30-30 stuck out
from under a sleeping bag. The supplies were still there. Outside, there was no sign of a
campfire. It looked as though he never got to hunt. There was no sign of him. Where was he?
Rod picked up the rifle and carried it back to his canoe. He left the other items in case his
dad returned looking for them.

They searched until dark. Rod dreaded giving his mother the disappointing news. She'd
worry even more, because the pirogue was in perfect condition and so was the tent. No leaking
pirogue kept him from coming home. The campsite looked peaceful and serene, not like anything
bad had happened, but still there was no sign of his father.

Mom's on pins and needles, yet she clings to her faith and trust in God. I hear her
faithfully pray for Dad's safe return. Maybe she won't fall apart when she hears the news but oh,
how I dread having to tell her.

A Louisiana swamp, superstitious woman, an accident, April flood, strawberry season, a black cat and a white one. What will come of it all? Can a young couple's love survive this obstacle course? Can Andy convince her they're more than friends? Can he win her mother, Mrs. Myrtle over and be the son she never had? Available at Amazon, Barnes and, Desert Breeze Publishing, Kobo, Sony, and

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1 comment:

  1. I love southern romantic mysteries, especially by Betsy Brannon Green. I'm a big fan of the south. I served a mission for my church in WV and VA. Maybe I could read this one!


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