Road Trippin’ with Tyndale and Beth Moore: Stop #12

Welcome to Tyndale Fiction’s Road Trip Scavenger Hunt! We’re so happy you are here. To participate, collect the key words through all 13 stops in order, so you can enter to win our grand prize giveaway!
Some details:
  • The adventure begins on Wednesday, August 1. You’ll have two weeks to make your way through all the stops (giveaways will close on Tuesday, August 14).
  • While you do not have to start at Stop #1, keep in mind that the grand prize giveaway phrase will begin with the word you collect at that first stop.
  • To complete your submission for the grand prize giveaway, be sure to collect the key word within each author’s blog post, submitting the final, completed phrase in the form hosted on this page.
  • Also, be sure to enter the giveaways these authors are hosting on their blogs!

Enjoy the journey—we hope you’ll discover new books along the way as you hear from Tyndale Fiction authors about road trips, the settings of their novels, and more!

Happy road tripping!

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I am very excited to welcome beloved Bible teacher and bestselling debut fiction author Beth Moore to the blog!

Beth’s novel, The Undoing of Saint Silvanus, took her main character, Jillian Slater, on an unplanned and shocking road trip to New Orleans. Here’s the story’s setup: “Only God knew why Jillian Slater agreed to return to New Orleans on the news that her father had finally drunk himself to death. It’s not like they were close. She hadn’t seen him—or her grandmother, the ice queen—in almost twenty years. But a free trip to New Orleans was too intriguing to resist.”

Talk about a locale with atmosphere and intrigue!

Listen to Beth talk about her first road trip to New Orleans and why she chose the Big Easy as her setting for this novel:

When I was fifteen, my little brother and I, the only two kids left at home, took a grueling two-day road trip with our parents to our cousins’ house in Florida. Houston reaches out to Florida with the long, skinny arm of Interstate 10, the only decent bicep of the route being New Orleans.

I have no idea what got into my father’s head, but he decided to trot the four of us right down Bourbon Street. We’d only recently moved to Houston from a small town in Arkansas, so we hadn’t even acclimated to crowds yet. I’m pretty sure he had no idea what he was going to walk his family into.

I would have told you I wasn’t naïve. I was no innocent adolescent. Our family had dangled on the precipice of hell for several years. But I had never walked by a strip bar in my life. Not sure I’d ever even driven past one. The pictures posted at the front doors were so explicit and disturbing that I couldn’t shake them out of my head for years. Dodging drunks, we finally made our way to Jackson Square,  past painters and sidewalk entertainers and palm readers. It was the wildest thing I’d ever seen.

Fast-forward many years, and my husband, Keith, and I would start going back to that city for anniversaries and bask in the deep-fried goodness of New Orleans’s brighter side. Still plenty spicy. Just not as seedy.

Fast-forward a few more years, and I was asked to teach the women of Franklin Avenue Baptist Church at their annual conference. I guess it was as close as I’ve ever come to love at first sight. That whole congregation accepted this white girl like I was one of them. We are blood kin in Jesus. To be loved and embraced by them is still one of the greatest honors and joys of my ministry life. My Bible study Breaking Free was taped in their auditorium. When my younger brother was transferred there for work, FABC also threw their arms open wide to him. He attended that wonderful, warm church until he was transferred again several years later.

New Orleans is second in my heart only to Houston. I’m not sure I can explain exactly why. I’ve had a complex relationship with it. But that’s just it. I’m somehow rarely drawn to simple relationships.

And that is just the kind of relationships you’ll find in The Undoing of Saint Silvanus. The investigation into Jillian’s father’s death quickly unfolds, and she is drawn into the lives of the colorful collection of saints and sinners who pass through Saint Silvanus. As Jillian walks into a web of spiritual and personal danger borne out of her family’s broken history, she finds that only God himself can orchestrate the undoing of all that is going on at Saint Silvanus.

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Here’s the Stop #12 Important Information:

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Before you leave–a chance for another prize!

Be sure to leave a comment here on Amy’s blog for a chance to win this small prize pack from Amy! The winner will receive a signed copy of Before I Saw You, and a farmhouse-style wooden arrow that can be hung on a wall or added anywhere you’d like in your home. Winner of this prize will be drawn at random the same day as the Grand Prize winner, August 14.


 

 

Lead Me Home #bookgiveaway and $0.99 e-book special!

It’s the pinnacle of summer, brimming with homemade ice cream, backyard barbecues, kids catching fireflies in the small town park as they wait for fireworks, and evenings on the front porch swing. 

It’s 4th of July weekend, and the only thing else you need is a good book.

Well, I’m happy to oblige you with a month-long e-book sale and prize package giveaway of my novel, Lead Me Home, the perfect book for summer, set in the sweltering heat of the fictional, heartland town of Sycamore, Indiana. There’s tragedy and romance, a little suspense and heartache, a few cute cows and a lot of hope.

To enter the contest, there are two simple rules:

1) POST THE LINK to this blog post AND ONE OF THE PICTURES BELOW on Instagram or Twitter ALONG WITH THE HASHTAG #LeadMeHomeNovelSpecial.

2) Tag THREE friends in each post. 

You can enter more than once on either Twitter or Instagram, as long as you tag three different book-loving friends each time. I will collect all the names of the entrants and announce the winner on the morning of July 4th.

Winners must will receive a signed copy of Lead Me Home, the barn wood framed sign in this picture, and a $10 Dairy Queen gift card. (Sorry, I’m not giving up the typewriter!)

The great news is if you don’t win, you have through July 31 to buy the e-book for less than a buck at your favorite e-book retailer. (Click here.)

Now that’s something to set off a few fireworks about, don’t you think?


What’s milk got to do with it? Farm tour and contest

A lot of folks are curious about where an author gets book ideas.

You don’t have to look far to figure out where inspiration came from for my third novel, Lead Me Home.

My cousins have a dairy farm about five miles from where we live. It’s been a place of intrigue and beauty, respite and fascination of mine for decades, and they were gracious enough to indulge my curiosity during the times I needed to do research for this book. 

This week, in celebration of the novel AND the fact that it is  National Dairy Month, I thought I’d share some of my inspiration AND A BOOK GIVEAWAY with you, dear readers.

***To enter the giveaway, leave a comment AND share this post on Twitter or Facebook, making sure to include the hashtag, #LeadMeHomeNovel. A winner will be chosen at random from those who post and share on Friday evening, June 17.****

While you’re at it, be sure to read the gracious review of LEAD ME HOME just published in FarmShine Magazine, the weekly dairy publication serving dairy farm families in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Maryland, Delaware and beyond.

Then enjoy the rest of this post!

Hi y’all! That’s me at the Dairy  Barn at the Indiana State Fair last fall.

And here come the girls, moseying in as they do each morning and evening like clockwork for their twice-a-day milkings. They don’t have to be called in, they know the routine so well.

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Occasionally they stop and stare at the obvious city girl taking pictures.

City girls can be quite annoying.

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“Mooooove along now, city girl,” she says.

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Linger too long and they’ll try and kiss ya.

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Mmmmm.

Cow kisses.

Once they get to the barn, they mosey right up to the stanchions and wait to be milked, happy to have their burgeoning udders emptied and to have a bit of hay for a milking snack.

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They really are happy to be milked.

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Really.

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The milk goes into the cooling tank in the next room, where it is stored until the milk tanker truck comes and takes it to the plant for processing into cheese and ice cream and YUM.

Did someone say ICE CREAM???

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Once they’re done with the milking, each girl gets her teats cleaned (if you’re a real farmer you don’t giggle at this phrase). Then she eases herself out of the stanchions and finds her way back out of the barn to where a hearty grain dinner awaits.

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Bellies full, the girls then take the worn path back to the pasture.

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And find a patch of shade.

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Meanwhile back at the barn, there’s much work to be done.

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The pre-teen and teen girls need tending.

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Hey girls.

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And the babies need to be fed their share of milk.

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I mean seriously.

Can you STAND the cuteness???

Why don’t my eyelashes naturally look like that?

Isn’t this somethin’??!

The work never ends on the dairy farm.

I’ve not even shown you the plowing and planting and cutting and baling, the sick cows and droughts and floods. I’m not even showing you the way the barn looks at 0400 and 1630 every. single. day. 24/7/365. And all the minutes in between when the cleaning and prepping and hauling and dirty, stinky, nasty parts of the job that happen every. single. day. too.

No, the work never ends on the dairy farm.

But along the way there sure are a lot of blessings.

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A harvest of hope and blessings, indeed.

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“Meanwhile, friends, wait patiently for the Master’s Arrival. You see farmers do this all the time, waiting for their valuable crops to mature, patiently letting the rain do its slow but sure work.”

James 5:7 (MSG)

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What part of the dairy farm intrigues you the most?

What’s your favorite picture?

Can you see how there are so many parallels between a life of farming and a life of faith?

Thanks so much for joining me on this little farm tour.

Don’t forget to leave your comment here, and to post this on your Twitter or Facebook with the hashtag #LeadMeHomeNovel to enter for your chance to win a LEAD ME HOME prize package! 


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