Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Announcement: Secrets of Whitestone Manor, coming 2015!

Hello everyone,

As you know if you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, I have been very quiet about my current work-in-progress. But, I'm finally at a place where I can release some information. Namely, the title! So, without further ado, Secrets of Whitestone Manor will be released sometime in 2015. See the teaser image below for the back cover summary, and a little sneak peak into the novel that has absolutely captivated my heart lately.

Enjoy!




Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014

Teaser & Reviews for The Rebels

Have you read the amazing reviews on The Rebels?! 

Here are a few for you to check out. Follow the link at the bottom to read them all, or to one-click your copy today!! <3

--Oh, and apparently even "manly men" like The Rebels. ;)

*5.0 out of 5 stars The Rebels
"it's a great book and im a manly man. everyone should read this like seriously. im in the military and this book is great!"

*5.0 out of 5 stars Amazing page turner with a little bit of everything! 
"Amazing! Hits close to home! Once I started it I couldn't put it down! This book had a little bit of everything; romance, comedy, drama, suspense, action, and truth! Loved it!"

*5.0 out of 5 stars Needs more than 5 stars!!
"I love this book! It focuses a lot on things that seem to be happening now in America. The characters are very well written and the story flows perfectly. I loved the relationship between Voss and Temper. True love, one where you never give up on each other can be so hard to find now a days. I also loved the connection that Temper has with her family. They are witty and funny, but can also be serious and just down right love each other. Its ok to be a rebel, when the reason you are fighting in the first place is for what you believe in the most. I highly recommend this one to anyone and everyone! Great Job!"

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Rebels-Brittany-Jo-James-ebook/dp/B00L0RZGGK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405371315&sr=8-1&keywords=brittany+jo+james

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

#TeaserTuesday: The Rebels

Happy #TeaserTuesday!

»»THE REBELS has a **5 Star Avg Rating!**

»»Available now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and Scribd! Add to your Goodreads TBR today.

»»Check it out here: http://www.amazon.com/Rebels-Brittany-Jo-James-ebook/dp/B00L0RZGGK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1404235114&sr=8-1&keywords=brittany+jo+james

#romance #thriller #suspense #military #revolution #freedom



Friday, June 20, 2014

Moving Mountains

In the last six years of trying to create a career out of writing, I've often felt like I sacrificed everything I could and saw very little in return. I've had blind faith. I've expected miracles and favor. I've worked desperately to change myself into someone who can be an example of Christ in this world. I've been humbled. I've been strengthened. I've failed. I've thrown fits. I've bawled my eyes out. I've sworn to never write another word. Then, I've taken a deep breath, got over myself, and tried again to reach my goals.

And, I have no doubt whatsoever that I will. Because, when things are impossible for me to do on my own, The Lord steps in and answers prayers. He can make something happen in one short second that I could have never done alone in a million years. The Rebels will be successful, and my career will be, too. And, I'm excited that when it happens, God will receive every ounce of glory because there's nothing that I could ever do to achieve it on my own. I'm nothing without my father, and through me, His will is being done. I'm believing for miracles in my career, with faith that will move mountains, and bring others to Him in the process.

(Luke 18:27-30)
Jesus replied, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.” 

Peter said to him, “We have left all we had to follow you!” 
“Truly I tell you,”
 Jesus said to them, “no one who has left home or wife or brothers or sisters or parents or children for the sake of the kingdom of God
 will fail to receive many times as much in this age, and in the age to come- eternal life.”

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Rebels: Chapter One!!


Hey you,

Interested in reading The Rebels but not quite sure if it's for you?! Here's the entire first chapter to help you with your decision... You know, because I'm nice like that.




ONE

“But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come.” –2 Timothy 3:1
Realization
Daddy spoke absently to me as I stared at the blood-speckled snow under my small feet. I listened closely, trying to ignore the loud ringing from the gunshot still echoing in my ears. He took a drink of moonshine from a mason jar, a product of his own copper still. I guess I’ll never forget his words, although he wasn’t trying to be as insightful as I believed him to be.
The man I admired more than any other human soul looked up from the deer he was skinning, knife still in hand.  “This world ain’t worth nothing no more. Don’t trust nobody, Temper. You hear me? Don’t trust nobody.” Those sentences were formed between puffs of a Marlboro cigarette and sips of White Lightning before he turned his attention back to preparing the trophy of his morning hunt.
My dark blond ponytail bounced as I nodded my head. That was a promise I planned to keep until my dying day. I was only six years old when I agreed to his demand, but my word was trustworthy, nonetheless. Daddy’s fragments of advice and warnings play in my mind often but that one, sixteen years ago, is the one I have based my entire life around.
His speeches were never eloquent and he was a man of very few words but I took his guidance to heart. Daddy didn’t have a college education because he didn’t need one. He understood how to survive in this crazy world and that was good enough for me.
“Ma’am?”
I jumped, my eyes darting upward to the cashier in front of me as her beckoning brought me out of my wayward reverie. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I spit out awkwardly. “I need to pay sixty dollars for fuel at pump number four, please.”
“Yeah. Sure. Is everything alright?” The woman asked with a raised eyebrow. Her false concern was neither surprising nor unordinary. No one really cared about anyone else anymore, especially not strangers. It was a dog eat dog world… Every man for himself.
My phony smile didn’t fool her any more than her indifferent inquiry had fooled me and I darted my green eyes distractedly. “I’m fine. I’m just a little tired. Long day, you know?”
She grunted, “I know how that goes. I’ve been working for ten hours now and I’ve still got two to go.”
With her haggard appearance, no one could have questioned her claim. Her eyes had dark circles around them and little lines, the form of early wrinkles, scattered haphazardly across her bony face. The woman wasn’t old, maybe thirty years at the most, but she already had a crown of graying hair where her golden red highlights needed to be touched up.
“Hmm,” I replied as I handed her a few wadded up dollar bills, fishing in my pocket for the rest. “Is the convenient store shorthanded today?”
“Nah, I need the overtime. I’ve got bills to pay and two kids to feed. This place doesn’t pay very well and I’m taking classes a couple days a week down at the community college. I have to pay for my books,” she shrugged dejectedly.
I had pulled a double at the commissary the last two days in a row, partially for the overtime but mainly because of my manager’s looming threat that if I wanted to keep my job, I’d be there with a smile on—and as little else as possible, in that creep’s opinion. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, a line of military wives waited in irritation for their organic cucumbers and assorted snack packs. By noon I had blisters covering both ankles from all the running I had done in my black and gray Corral boots. Not to mention that I was always the last to leave with an aching back and a throbbing pain in my right knee from a previous wrestling injury I blamed on my older brother.
Needless to say, I knew how she felt. “Yeah, well, count your blessings. I would love to have a baby but I can’t afford one.” I tried to laugh with my last sentence but it wasn’t funny. The pitifully honest words put a bitter taste in my mouth just to speak them so I changed the subject while she continued to pry at the outdated cash register. “What are you majoring in?”
She rolled her eyes, “Business. I thought that would pay well but then the economy crashed. My dream was to be a journalist but it’s too hard to find a well-paying media career and I knew if I was going to spend so much time with school I at least had to be able to find a job after graduation. So, I chose business. What a mistake! I’m nearly finished now so it’s too late to change majors without wasting three semesters of my life.”
The cashier shrugged dolefully and continued, “The gas station offered to give me a raise if I stay here. As an assistant manager I’ll earn eight dollars and twenty five cents an hour. That’s a whole dollar over minimum wage. Can you believe that? A bachelor’s degree is worthless anymore. It makes me sick.”
She took a deep breath and forced her lips upward at the corners. It didn’t work very well. Shaking her head, she handed me my change and nodded toward the door, “Have a good day.”
“Thanks. You too. Good luck with school,” I mumbled as I walked through the door.
I glanced around suspiciously out of habit and pulled my keys out of the pocket on my black leather jacket. My car door opened with a miserable squeak and I brushed my blond side-bangs out of my eyes. With my right hand, I shoved the keys into the ignition and started the engine while simultaneously using my left hand to click the “lock” button on my doors. The shifter went smoothly into “drive” and I shot out of the parking lot like a bullet.
Pulling away safely, my ragged breathing calmed and I turned the radio on. Led Zeppelin blared through my speakers and out my windows but the sound of the cashier’s disgusted voice in my ears was all I could hear.
***
“How was work?” I asked as my husband slowly joined me in the kitchen. His handsome face and camouflage uniform were covered with oil from the F-22 Raptor he had been slaving over and his muscled arms were just as filthy. He dropped to the chair in exhaustion without answering my question.
I glanced at the clock, reheating his dinner. “You haven’t been home before dark once this week. Your pork chops were ready hours ago. Did you have a bad day?”
“It was normal. Sorry I’m so late again. I’m starving,” Voss answered with a failed attempt at a reassuring smile.
“They didn’t give you time to eat lunch again?” I asked in aggravation. That was a question I already knew the answer to.
Voss comes home starving every night because he barely gets to eat lunch and they work him until his fingers bleed. “Tell me the truth. They didn’t even give you a lunch break, did they? Not even ten minutes, right?”
Voss winced, knowing he said too much. “It’s alright.”
“It’s not alright. You worked thirteen hours today without a single bite to eat. Axe murderers and child molesters who sit in prison cells are treated better than that. You’re a soldier, a member of the United States Air Force. Just a little respect would be nice.”
“No big deal,” he whispered as he devoured the food on the plate I prepared for him. He paused for a moment, taking a drink of cold tea then turning to me. “How was everything at work?”
“Fine,” I answered, reaching out to hold his hand. “The commissary was pretty empty this afternoon so I was released a little early. I paid a few bills, got gas, and came home. That was it.”
“Do we have enough money left to last until payday?”
“Barely, but we’ll be fine.” I assured unconfidently.
My husband didn’t reply. He pursed his lips together and finished his meal. Handing me his empty plate, he painfully lifted his tired body from the table and walked toward our bedroom.  I locked the doors and followed, ready for bed. Voss struggled to pull his t-shirt over his aching muscles and I reached out to run my hand down his arm lovingly.
“A little help?” He asked with a weary smile.
I stood on my tippy toes to pull the filthy rag off of his shoulders and over his head. “Thanks, babe.” He whispered as I gathered his wallet, keys, dirty shirt and hat together to put them away for the night.
I glanced back at him as he pulled off his boots. His muscled chest and abs were tight and he stretched to each side, hoping to relieve some of the discomfort from the morning’s workout.  I stared at the tattoo positioned perfectly on the right side of his chest that complemented the slightly smaller one on my right shoulder.
The shield on his chest was large, taking up most of his right pectoral muscle. The bright green cross in the middle of it, which shot green accentuations through the rest of the tattoo, drew most of the attention, but the verse over the top that said, “Put on the full armor of God” was my favorite part. At the bottom of the shield, the verse, “Ephesians 6:16” completed his tattoo.
Out of the five of us who had coordinating tattoos, mine was the only one not placed on the pectoral muscle… but since I was the only girl, and a chest tattoo wasn’t quite as ideal in my opinion, I had no choice but to find an alternate location. Being the only girl never made me the odd one out to my four favorite guys though. It was more like I was the special one, the most valued, in their eyes.
I glanced over my shoulder into the mirror to stare at my own tattoo- the cute cowboy boots on the right side of my upper back. The purple cross cut-out in the side of the boots was small compared to Voss’ green one, but like his, the color from the cross highlighted the rest of the tattoo. The boots had angel wings going up the sides and the same words from the book of Ephesians were tattooed across the top, only slightly smaller. My own special verse, “Ephesians 6:15” was written at the bottom.
Turning on my heels, I ambled away to finish my task of putting away his things. When I reentered the bathroom a few minutes later, he was humming his own strange rendition of Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues in the shower.
“Don’t forget that Eden’s second birthday is this weekend. We promised Shawn and Allison that we would come to the party,” I reminded, washing off my make-up.
“Oh, I completely forgot about that. I’m sorry, you’re going to have to go alone,” Voss answered from the other side of the shower curtain.
“What? Why?” I asked in disappointment, facing the shower. I traced the multicolored fish on the blue curtain as I waited for his response. I knew what he would say because it had been said so many times before.
“Some guy got busted for underage drinking so they’re bringing us all in on Saturday for a four mile run, then we have to work for a while.”
“You worked last weekend though!”
“Tell that to the idiot who got us all in trouble.”
I bit my lip, running a hairbrush through my dark blond hair, “I was really looking forward to spending time with you.”
“I’ll be off on Sunday, at least.”
I stared into the mirror as Voss threw the shower curtain open behind me. His tan form barely came into view in the steamy mirror and I tossed a blue towel over my shoulder to him. He wrapped it around his waist just as I finished brushing out my hair and I turned around to follow him into the bedroom.
“We can’t miss church on Sunday morning, you have to mow the backyard this weekend before we get in trouble by the base housing office, and you promised you would work on my car. The Check Engine light is still on and it died again today. I was listening to Awolnation, feeling pretty awesome in my Dollar Store sunglasses and pulled up to the red light when it sputtered and died. It took me four tries to get the engine to start back up. People laughed,” I moped with my hands on my hips.
He chuckled at my embarrassment as he threw his tired body into the bed and wrapped his strong arms around me, “I’m sure you looked cool. No worries. I’ll get it all done. No rest for the wicked, right? Anyway, eat a piece of cake at Eden’s birthday party for me and brag on Shawn’s new wedding band. Have you seen it yet? It’s awesome and he’s really proud of it. After three years of saving up money for it, he should be, I suppose. Maybe one day we’ll have three rowdy kids like Shawn and Allison do and both of us can scrape up the money for nicer wedding rings.”
“I guess. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be another busy day just like this one,” I whispered, snuggling up next to him.
Voss didn’t reply and I tilted my chin up to face him. His eyes were already closed and his mouth slowly dropped open in front of me as exhaustion overwhelmed him.
I kissed him lightly on his soft lips then rolled over to stare upward at the ceiling in contemplation. My last birthday cake held twenty two candles but it might as well have been full of them. It came as an odd relief that I probably only had another sixty or seventy years to worry about finances and my mere existence.
I thought about Daddy and instantly one of our arguments came to mind. “You’re making a mistake leaving this town, girl. Ain’t nothing out there but crooks. I need you here to help with the family business. Why can’t you just go to college in town like your brother did?”
“Daddy, that’s a vocational college. I don’t want to learn to weld,” I mumbled, packing my bags.
“What’s wrong with welding? Heck, you could get a job at the steel mill right across town and make good money. Besides, you’d be close and could help me with the moonshine business. Do you know how busy I’ll be when I don’t have you making our runs?”
“I don’t want to run moonshine, Daddy. I want to be a psychologist. I want to help people.”
“Who says my White Lightning don’t help people?” He grumbled, obviously offended.
I rolled my green eyes, “Daddy—”
“And you want to be a shrink? Won’t that take years of school? I can’t have you gone that long. I know a man who can print you up a real nice license that’ll look genuine and never get you caught. You could start charging money for advice tomorrow,” he said seriously as he picked up the phone to dial.
“No, no, no!” I shrieked, yanking the phone from his fingers. “Daddy, I’m going to college whether you like it or not. I’ll only be an hour from home.”
Daddy scrunched his eyebrows, “Is that Voss Jensen boy going to be there? Is that what this is all about? You know, I talked to Sutton Sorenson’s grandpa at the hardware store yesterday and he said that Sutton took a job at the mill.”
I took a deep breath, putting my hands on my hips as I answered. “Yes, he’ll be there. No, he’s not what this is about. And for the last time, I couldn’t care less what Sutton Sorenson does. I’m not dating him anymore and I won’t ever be again. That ship has sailed, Daddy. Anyway, once I graduate I can even afford to buy you a new fishing boat. How does that sound?”
“Your sweet talk ain’t changing my mind about all of this, Temper. What if you get up there and have an emergency? How could I get to you? Have you thought of that?” He questioned, his voice growing louder. Daddy reached up and tucked a stray string of blond hair behind my ear dotingly and then crossed his chest with his arms.
“Oh! Listen to yourself. I’ll be an hour away. One hour! I’ll be home every weekend. Besides, I can take care of myself. You taught me how to handle things on my own,” I reminded him. Daddy trained me from the time I was born to be tough, strong, unshakeable, unbreakable. He taught me to fight. He taught me to survive.
“I don’t know, Temper. I just don’t think you should go,” he grumbled as he walked out of my room.
Daddy was the one who named me. Mama wanted to call me something popular from a giant book of assorted baby names. I think she was settled on Courtney or Bethany. Daddy wanted something unique instead, something unheard of. Once I was born he told everyone in the room that I wasn’t meant for a normal name. I needed something special, something different.
He supposedly said, “Look in her eyes. You can tell she has a temper! That’s what we’ll call her. My little Temper.” I would have much preferred Courtney or Bethany.
My name was a joke from the beginning though. Everyone in school called me Timid Temper, because I was sweet and shy, far from being the spitfire my daddy wanted. “I don’t care what anyone says,” he always argued. “I can see it in her eyes. She’s got something bold and stubborn about her. Yep, she’s got a temper, alright.”
I gave up trying to convince Daddy that I should leave town and go to college. I just waved goodbye from the rearview mirror. That was four years ago, before I went to college with Voss. He and I were married only a year later. Daddy wasn’t fond of that choice either.
When the economy crashed, Voss joined the United States Air Force. It didn’t take me long to find out that a bachelor’s degree in psychology amounts to little but costs a lot. Voss never graduated from college. The Air Force recruiter promised he could continue his education to get him to join but that was just a trick we shouldn’t have fallen for.
Thinking about our lifelong journey that would surely be full of struggle and lack must have been depressing enough to put me to sleep because my eyes fluttered closed. A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of my world crashing around me. I’m sure the first day of the crisis was different for everyone, but for me it all started with a twenty second phone call.

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