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Fabulous Friday Feature-Sarah Varland-God Works in Funny Ways



Today we welcome author: 
Sarah Varland

To win a copy
of Sarah's new release:
Tundra Threat


Scroll to the end of the post 
to see how to get your copy.


Sarah is the middle of one of those moves. The kind where you move across country and have to change everything. Wow. I've done that twice and can say, hold on, Sarah--there is a light at the end of this huge tunnel!! From her hotel, she is hopping in to visit with us.  I asked Sarah to share how God has led her on her writing journey. Here is what she said:


God Works in Funny Ways


I had been writing seriously for almost a decade by the time I got married and had kids. This dream I’d been chasing, that logically it seemed would have been better accomplished by my younger, single self, still hadn’t seen it’s end. I wrestled with it, probably cried over it. Then finally I realized that my family was an even greater dream, and that even if I never saw a book with my name on the cover, I really would be content and still consider myself so blessed beyond anything I could describe.

And then the call came.

It seemed like the craziest timing—in a good way. I’d just left my part-time teaching job so it was amazing that God had brought another job right to me. It also seemed crazy in a….well, crazy way. I was 38 weeks pregnant with my second son, my oldest was not quite 2 ½.


But God really does know what He is doing. Ever since the timing for writing projects has been obviously something God has His hand in, and even now as I keep working and waiting (hoping!) that contract #3 is around the corner somewhere, knowing how He has worked so far, knowing that He has done things in a way I never would have but that has been perfect, helps as I wait. And hopefully if you’re waiting for something, writing related or not, you’ll remember what God has done in the past and have some peace in the waiting too.

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Sarah Varland lives with her husband John, their two boys, and their dogs. Her passion for books comes from her mom, her love for suspense comes from her dad who has spent a career in law enforcement. Her love for romance comes from the relationship she has with her husband and from watching too many chick flicks. When she’s not writing or chasing her boys around, she’s often found reading, baking, kayaking, or hiking. 





For more information about Sarah, please visit 

Twitter: @sarahvarland
Facebook: facebook.com/sarah.varland

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Two murdered men are the last thing wildlife trooper McKenna Clark expected to find in the stark Alaskan wilderness. As the only law enforcement in the area, the responsibility for the case rests on her shoulders—along with the danger. Hunting guide and pilot Will Harrison wants to ease the load, but McKenna balks at the thought of letting him close enough to break her heart again. When McKenna's investigations put her in harm's way, Will must race against the clock to save his second chance at love from becoming the killer's final victim    

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It's been five years since Shiloh Evans encountered the murderous gold hunters seeking Blackbeard's hidden stash. After they killed her policewoman cousin, Shiloh left town to regroup, and earn her own police badge. Because she would see this case solved—someday. She just didn't expect the killers to attack her new home in Treasure Point, Georgia…on the same day her ex-fiancĆ© arrived in town. Adam Cole has tried to overcome his love for Shiloh. But he won't just sit by when she's in danger. Working together, they plan a trap. But springing it requires getting to centuries-buried treasure before the killers get to them.



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Comments

Virginia Winfield said…
Thanks for reminding me that God works in mysterious ways.
Thereadmaster@me.com
Good morning, Virginia. You're up early this morning. Good thing I set the virtual automatic coffee maker to brew at 5am! I'm having a cup right now.
I think you're right about God working in mysterious ways and the need for the reminder. So often we think He isn't watching or listening, but He cares so much He watches and listens all the time and is always here for us. Praise God!
Jennifer said…
Hi Sarah and Mary, I'm already signed up for your email and I really liked reading Treasure Point Secrets. I hope and pray all works out Sarah!
jennydtipton at gmail dot com
Jenny,
So nice to see you today! And to hear you liked Sarah's other book is great news!! You are in the drawing for her new book.
Looking forward to the next time you can join us.
Jennifer said…
Thanks Mary!

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