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SING A NEW SONG, book two of the Red River Romance series, is a stand alone contemporary, Christian, romance set in Northeast Texas. It's hero happens to be named after a great-great-great-great-grandfather of HEARTS STOLEN fame (Book Two of my historical Texas Romance series)!
In SING A NEW SONG, the untimely death of her father tears Mary Esther Robbins’ heart open and separates her from her grade school best friend, Samuel Levi Baylor. During their twenty years apart, she fulfills her life’s dream of penning new songs and singing God’s praise with a Christian band, while he tends his growing cattle herd and shares the Good News at every opportunity.
The Lord brings her home then throws them back together when Samuel agrees to help Mary Esther move and remodel her childhood home. The two decades lost vanish, and their time together convinces both the other is their soul mate.
But misunderstanding and fear keeps them from expressing their true love. Though jealousy rears its ugly head, can love and commitment hold the two together? And while they’re both committed to ministering the Gospel together, can they do it as husband and wife?
Here, let me give you an EXCERPT so you can taste and see for yourself! :)
Mary Esther waved her key card then turned around and extended her hand. He took it and pulled her toward him, leaned in. The desire to close her eyes and surrender, let him kiss her, washed over her like a sweet summer rain. She should pull away, but instead, at the last heartbeat, turned her cheek instead.
He smelled of summer pomegranates carried on ocean breezes, crisp and clean, though he’d been on the go with her all day. His lips brushed her burning skin. He kissed her then moved on to her ear. “I don’t want to leave. Can I come in?”
She pushed him back and smiled. “No, you may not. But you can write me. I love long letters.”
“How about I call instead? Where’s the band headed next?”
He nodded then seemed to study her shoes a moment. When he looked back up, a troubled expression wrinkled his forehead. Staring into her eyes, he reached up and tapped the tip of her nose. “There’s something I need to tell you before you go.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“I’m, uh…” He grimaced, showing his perfect teeth clenched, then offered her a weak smile. “See? Uh, I’m married. Well, separated. I mean she’s gone, left me. No one’s –”
“Legally, yes—for now—and you’re beautiful.”
She pushed him back hard. The urge to slap his face burned her hand as though she had, but a long time ago, she learned not to go around hitting guys. “Married? What was the last week all about, you jerk? Get away from me, Richard. Go home. I cannot believe you… You… You’re nothing but a…”
The only words that came to mind weren’t worth speaking. She shook her head to make them go away. “Mercy, man, you’re an associate pastor. And you’d be an adulterer, too?”
He recoiled, as though the reality of how he’d been acting the last week cut him just as the cock’s crows had cut Peter. A horror filled his eyes. He shook his head no and opened his mouth, but no words came out. He backed a step away then turned hurried down the hotel’s hall throwing a lame “Sorry, I…” over his shoulder.
“Dear, Lord, my God. How could I have thought he might be the one I’ve been looking for, praying for?”
Her heart pounded. The desire to run after him and slap some smarts into him faded. He turned the corner; she pushed her door open, stepped inside, then hugged it resting her forehead on its edge. It hit her. If that guy wasn’t the one, maybe there wasn’t a man out there for her.
It seemed no one ever saw the real her. Either they loved her voice, her songs, or the way she sang, maybe the way she looked or walked or blah blah blah.
She shut the door and flung herself across the bed. It wasn’t fair. Tears welled and overflowed wetting the white duvet.
She grabbed the towel she’d wrapped her wet hair in that morning and pulled it under her face. Wouldn’t do to get mascara all over the cover. The tears kept coming with no end in sight.
The enormity of what she’d been thinking. That such an idiot could have been husband material! How could she? Didn’t she have any discernment at all? Was she so caught up in romance and concerned she’d never find Mister Right that she lost sight of character? Hadn’t she prayed? She searched her memory, but it didn’t register her asking God if Richard was the one.
She screamed into the towel, bawling like an idiot. Why, why, why couldn’t she see it? She flipped to her back and stared suddenly silent at the ceiling. The stillness rang in her ears. Her breath caught. She swallowed. Then it hit her, she wasn’t in love with the man. She barely knew him. The inference she’d never know love broke her heart. That caused all the tears.
But didn’t God promise the desires of her heart? She loved the idea of love, of belonging to one man, sharing his life… children. If that was not to be, what had she saved herself for? Wait a minute. That wasn’t the Lord. She saved herself in obedience to God. If she never found a man, if God never sent a Mister Right into her life, she would still remain chaste.
For Him, no one else, the least she could do after what He did for her. Besides His sweet salvation, He’d given her music, new songs, and a decent voice. As long as she could offer praise and worship, extol His Holy name, as long as He invited her into His throne room… Sleep finally found her, and then she was twelve again.
She stared at his casket, hated that they kept it closed, but understood the decision. Mama explained that he’d been mangled so badly. She wiped her cheeks. Praise God, at least he was in Heaven. “Someday, Daddy, we’ll all be together again.”
A hand slipped over hers. She looked down, studied the stubby fingers intertwining with her own, then followed the arm up to Samuel Baylor’s face.
And here's what others are saying (REVIEW):
Sing A New Song is a delightful breath of Christian air. McAdoo writes in such an eloquent way bringing her audience always nearer to God. She opens her readers’ minds to fresh ways of viewing Christian life and all it has to offer.
The characters are lovable and react to one another in humorous ways. The romantic tale is just as lovely as always demonstrating Christian virtues we all be best to remember. The story was illuminating in how it shares the Gospel in such a beautiful way.
The words from Samuel’s sermons as well as the gorgeous lyrics of Mary Esther’s songs fill our hearts with new found worship for Our Lord. Truly an inspiring tale. It is Christian fiction in its best; recounting a romantic love story while bringing its readers closer to God. A treasure for sure.
-- Christine Barber, Canadian author of BROKEN TO PIECES
So if you aren't a regular here, let me share a little about myself. I'm so thrilled to be a Christian author and excited over writing three series at this time: my historical Christian ‘Texas Romances’; the contemporary ‘Red River Romances’; and ‘The Generations’, my Biblical fiction.
Glad no one makes me choose between writing and singing, I love sharing the new songs the Lord gives me. And I enjoy painting, though I'm no Judy Downs Levine! (She's the amazingly gifted artist who paints the covers for The Generations series! You owe it to yourself to go see her work, and she has prints for sale!)
In 2008, my high school sweetheart-husband Ron and I moved from the DFW area—home for fifty-five years—to the woods of Red River County. I birthed four children and now have fifteen grandsugars who I count life’s biggest blessings. All good things come from God. Praying my story gives God glory, I hopes each one will also minister His love, mercy, and grace to its readers. We live with two grandsons, five dogs, and a varying number of barn cats in Clarksville, the county seat, in the far northeast corner of the Lone Star State.
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