Write Now Literary Presents: His Last Resort By Author M. A. Malcolm March 27 through April 7, 2017

 Write Now Literary is pleased to announce His Last Resort, a Contemporary Christian Romance by author M.A. Malcolm, March 27-April 7, 2017.

ASIN: B06XQDPTT1

ISBN-10: 9769581550

ISBN-13: 978-9769581555

          About The Author

 M. A. Malcolm, a native of Jamaica, is a wife, mother, stepmother, daughter, sister and aunt. She is a freelance copy editor, administrative service provider and self-publishing consultant who also works part-time as an educator. With a passion for enhancing the work of Christian writers, she is certified in copy editing and is the founder of Nitpicking with a Purpose (NitpickingwithaPurpose.com). Over the years, she has worked with a host of local and international authors and authors-to-be.

When she published her first book, "His Last Hope: A Contemporary Christian Romance" in July, 2015, she fully expected it to be ‘one and done.’ She had no intention of writing another book of any kind; however, readers have demanded more, and the Lord has made it possible for her to comply. Not only has He allowed her more time to write; He has also given her more messages to share.

With the anticipated publication of "His Last Resort," the first part of her relatively recent vision of turning "His Last Hope" into a series has come true. She is currently working on two more manuscripts in the series, and has plans for a third.

In 2016, she also became a children’s author with the publication of her first children’s book, "So very… Max!"—a modern-day response to Hans Christian Andersen’s "The Ugly Duckling."

Mrs. Malcolm has been a part of Faith in Christ Ministries in Westmoreland, Jamaica, for more than ten years. She divides her time among her family; work and writing projects; dogs; to-be-read list, and catching up on much-needed sleep.

Excerpt

“Do you go out of your way to be offensive to everyone? Or am I special?” She folded her arms and looked crossly at Robert. Chaz stood alert, as if he was aware of his owner’s mood.

“Excuse me?” He wondered if he’d heard her right.

“I’ve wracked my brain, Mr. Marsden. I’ve gone over every minute of every conversation we’ve ever had, and the only time I remember being even a little bit rude to you was that day at your church. Clearly, my defensiveness that day made more of an impact than I thought, so please let me apologize. I’m sorry for my behavior that afternoon. I was annoyed that you had so easily forgotten me, although I obviously remembered meeting you. It was childish, and if I was rude or out of line, I’m really sorry. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go.”

She stepped away from him, but Robert moved in front of her and stood with his legs wide apart and his hands on his hips, effectively blocking her path. It was amazing how attractive she was with her face free of makeup and covered in perspiration. If circumstances were different, he might be tempted to lean forward and kiss the bead of sweat from just above her top lip and then maybe he’d—

He caught himself mid-thought and tried to remember what she had just said.

As if she were aware of the direction his thoughts had taken, she retrieved a small towel that had been tucked into the waistband of her pants and mopped her face.

“Thank you for the apology, as unnecessary as it was. Exactly how have I ever been offensive to you?”

She gave a wry laugh. “I guess the word is not so much offensive as it is judgmental.” She moved towards the nearby park bench, but remained standing.

“Me? Judgmental?” He was quite confused. Was he hearing right?

“You. Judgmental...."

      About The Book

Driven and focused, business owner and future pastor Robert Marsden knows exactly what he wants… and what he doesn’t. The Do Not Disturb sign he’s placed on his heart is his way of discouraging the ‘wanna-be first ladies’ who’ve set their sights on him... ladies like Claire Foxwood. The way he sees it, Claire and others like her are clearly more focused on impressing others than on their eternal souls.

Claire can’t help her attraction to Robert, but his decision to make a public spectacle of her hurts to the core. Part of her wants to give him a piece of her mind, but the rest of her remains infatuated with the man who’s too attractive for his – and her – own good. If only she didn’t feel like he has a role to play in her destiny!

Can Ruby “Aunt Ruby” Crawford’s words of godly wisdom peppered with a hint of humor help the misguided pair look deep within themselves and discover God’s plan for their lives?

Connect Socially

Website: http://authormamalcolm.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Marsha.A.Malcolm

Purchase link: Amazon http://a.co/bzm7ba7

Kobo: http://tinyurl.com/lkgrmfm

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1217027499

Tour hosted by Write Now Literary Book Tours

A Day in the Life of M. A. Malcolm

One of the things that amuses me the most is that people think I’m much more organized than I actually am. I operate in a system of chaos that spills out of my mind, onto my desk, and into the lives of my immediate family members.

I have the attention span of a newt, but for some reason, I find that I’m gifted in all sorts of ways. And part of me wants to use every last gift every single day. As a result, I’m always trying to get several things done at once, and often failing in the effort. Here’s a sneak peek into my life:

I wake up late as a matter of routine. I’ve come to expect it, so I now set two alarms twenty-five minutes apart. The first alarm lets me know that I have twenty-five more minutes of sleep. Even then, I often hit the snooze button on the second alarm and get up… late. Sigh.

I refer to my mornings as “Manic Mornings,” and they are characterized by a quick visit to the bathroom, where I try to do my morning devotions, followed by a beeline for the coffee machine. Most days, I don’t actually get to drink the coffee for several hours.

I may or may not make breakfast, since my son is likely to say he doesn’t want what I’ve made and it makes more sense to wait till he wakes up so he can tell me what he’ll condescend to have. I take a few sips of hot coffee before waking the rest of the family.

Among the usual protests of, “Why do I have to eat?” “Why do I have to brush my teeth every morning?” “Why do I have to go to school?” “Six hours is a long time!” etc., I try to get him ready for school within a reasonable time. Did I mention he’s five years old? Uh-huh.

I wish my husband well and drop my son off at school.

I return home, where I sip re-heated coffee and work for a couple of hours online. I have two university degrees, but I spend my days doing data entry work part-time. Since I live in rural Jamaica, it’s hard to find a full-time job that I’m well-qualified for (most recently, I was an assistant college professor), but I like the fact that my part-time JOBS pay the bills and allow me to spend a lot of time with my son in these formative years. In the afternoons, I pick him up at school and then we usually visit my parents’ house for an hour or two.

At home, we do homework, argue about things like taking a shower, and I sometimes prepare dinner for my family. I’m not ashamed to say that my mother, who lives a mile or two away from me, cooks for my family three days per week. She offered before my son was even born. Who am I to disappoint her by declining?

I serve as an adjunct professor with two separate colleges, and I teach until 8:30 a couple of nights per week. If I don’t have a class, I spend some time working on other projects (I’m also a copy editor and self-publishing consultant). If I’m not too busy, I’ll relax on social media. If my husband comes home early, we may watch television for a while before my son and I go to bed. I get up around midnight and head back to my desk, where I return to work online for another two or three hours. Although this component of my job is with the same company as the data entry component, the tasks are different and I have a nightly deadline of 3:00 a.m.

When I hit the ‘submit’ button at work, I usually spend another hour or so writing or creating graphics for my existing books before falling into bed at around 4:00 a.m. My first alarm goes off at 6:00.

I’m exhausted just writing about it.

People often ask when I get the time to write fiction… well, to be honest, I don’t “get” the time, I have to find it. And when I feel the ‘unction’ to write… find the time, I do!

I find it in the doctor’s waiting room… in the line at the ATM… in the car while waiting to pick up my son from school… in my parents’ kitchen while my son is playing some made-up game with them. In those minutes, I use my smartphone to write emails I will eventually send to myself. A paragraph here, a couple of sentences there: it all adds up.

Unfortunately, everything I’ve described also adds up to a very tiring lifestyle. I miss lazy Saturday afternoons watching Hallmark. I miss leaving my work at work. I miss sleeping till afternoons on Saturdays. I miss reading for the fun of it. In fact, I just celebrated my birthday a few days ago, and the main thing I intend to do this year is … less.

Of just about everything.