Genre: Christian Contemporary Suspense
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Shrouded in mystery, a precious relic known as Il Testamento,
or The Proof, circulated among the early Christians for centuries. Before their
deaths, its guardians hid it from their adversaries, leaving only a crude map
of its location. For centuries, it lay in darkness. Until now. Reports of its
existence have resurfaced, inciting an ancient rivalry between a ruthless group
that seeks to destroy it, and a secret association that lusts for its power.
Summoned to Siena by a grandfather he has never met, Gabriel Dolcini is thrust
into a dark maze of danger. And into his divine destiny.
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After classes, Gabe drove away from the university. Soon, he
was tapping his fingers in time to a bluesy song. The pungent scents of saltwater
and eucalyptus mingled in the air. Brilliant sunlight shimmered off the Pacific
Ocean, and a breeze played with his hair. Buying a convertible had definitely
been a good idea. Though old enough to fit his budget—with rust to prove it—the
Audi was a sweet model, its weak spots hidden from view.
Easing through the last intersection, he escaped down the
freeway that flowed through the heart of the city. With a million things to do
before the upcoming celebration, he needed to focus and calculate his stops.
Friday afternoon’s traffic jammed the parking lot at the
bank, requiring him to circle twice before slipping into a space. Inside, he
waited in a high-end grey chair. Angst gripped his gut. He should have refused
his mother’s request to add his name to the deed on her house. It seemed
innocuous at the time, but when his educational loans threatened to overwhelm
him, she insisted he consolidate them and use the house as collateral. Now, her
home was at risk. This extension only bought a five-week reprieve.
His mind wandered to his grandfather’s letter in a drawer at
home. Having seen Gabe’s name in an art magazine, the man had tracked him down
and sent an invitation. His grandfather was wealthy. No. It was useless to count on others.
Gabe pushed back his hair. Just a little longer. His
career had plodded at a slower pace than planned. All he needed was the
recognition that would put a premium price on his paintings. You and thirty
million other artists. The shaking pen in Gabe’s hand mimicked his rollicking
“Is there a problem, Mr. Dolcini?” The loan officer flashed
the smile of an unfeeling shark.
“No.” Gabe scribbled his name and pushed the papers away. He
left the bank with clammy hands. Had he been wise to invest so heavily in his
career? Out on the street, he downshifted and sped away, aware that painting
was the only pursuit in which he excelled.
Preoccupied, he almost missed the dry cleaner. He braked
hard to swing into the parking lot. “Fesso—stupid!” He shook his head.
“If you’re gonna drive, drive.” When he stepped inside to pick up his dinner
jacket, Carlotta, the owner’s wife, turned white.
“Mr. Dolcini.” Tears welled and she began to sputter out a
string of unintelligible Spanish.
“Shh, shh,” he tried to calm her. “What’s wrong?”
Her husband, Salvador, came out from the back. She fled and
he cleared his voice. “Mr. Dolcini, we are happy to pay for a new jacket.”
It was Gabe’s turn to blanch. “Where’s my jacket?” Two
week’s salary had gone to an exclusive tailor to create the one splurge he had
allowed himself. The jacket gave him confidence when dealing with his
sophisticated clientele. It had also made for a couple of lean months.
Salvador attempted to hold his head high, but a difficult
swallow gave him away. “It got caught in the machinery.” He reached under the
counter and pulled out a neatly folded jacket. It looked fine—until he unfolded
it. The left sleeve lay mangled where it had detached from the shredded
Gabe’s jaw dropped. He stared at the butchered garment. There
was no time to have another made before the award ceremony tomorrow. Blood
pounded against his temples. He looked back at Salvador, who had given up and
let his head droop, eyes cast toward the floor.
“Mr. Dolcini, I will pay for the damage.” He opened his cash
register. “How much do I owe you?”
Gabe glanced around the small mom and pop store he had
chosen instead of the large commercial chain. He studied Salvador, whose hand
quivered over the cash drawer. It wouldn’t do to break him, but Gabe would not
humiliate him with a paltry sum either.
“Two hundred dollars.”
Salvador looked surprised and nodded with relief. Reaching
into the drawer, he counted out five twenties, eight tens, and three fives.
After digging some more, he added five ones. Gabe held his breath, hoping he
wouldn’t have to take change. Beads of sweat trickled down the man’s forehead.
“We appreciate your business. Please accept our apology.”
“Accidents happen.” Gabe tried for a smile, but wasn’t sure
he pulled it off. Stuffing the money in his pocket, he headed for his car. Once
out of sight, he stomped on the gas pedal and took out his frustration on the
road. Where could he get a decent jacket in a day? For two hundred dollars?
His last stop was to pick up Sonia from the restaurant where
she worked. Two months ago, his mother had attached herself to the
seventeen-year-old, newly emancipated orphan. One look at the girl’s brilliant
smile and dark hair and Gabe had immediately understood why. If Angelica had
He entered the restaurant and checked his watch. Sonia
entered the dining room with a tray of food and passed plates of hamburgers to
three college athletes. One flirt held onto her wrist.
“I have to get back to work,” she laughed, attempting to
pull her hand away.
Obviously jealous of the attention Sonia was garnering, one
of four boisterous high school girls curled her lip and hurled an insult for
all to hear. “I wonder what border she crawled over.”
Sonia turned and blanched, her silent mouth fell open. Gabe
was certain she didn’t have a mean-spirited retort in her vocabulary. The jock
glowered at the girls. Sonia yanked her hand free and fled the dining room.
Gabe was about to let the little beasties have it, but an
idea occurred to him. He found Sonia crying in the kitchen. “Ignore the
playground antics.” He wiped her tear with his thumb. “Go put on a pretty face
and meet me out front.”
Waiting in his convertible, Gabe turned up the stereo. The
obnoxious girls came out and loitered nearby, laughing and bantering to get his
attention. Looking closer, Gabe recognized Howard’s daughter. It figures.
A few minutes later, he spotted Sonia coming out the front
door. He jumped out and sauntered to her like an enamored lover. Taking her
hand, he kissed her on the cheek.
She blushed and whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Just play along.” He opened the driver’s car door, allowing
her to slide into the leather seat. In a loud voice, he said, “Thanks for
letting me borrow your car.”
The girls glared, stunned to silence as Sonia started the
Audi and drifted past them with a cool smile playing on her lips. After turning
the corner, Sonia pulled over to let Gabe drive. She broke into laughter. “That
was fabulous. Their type is in the restaurant all the time—rich and obnoxious.”
Gabe dealt with their mothers in the art world. “It must be
in the water.” Downshifting, he turned up the mountain to his mother’s house.
He hated to admit that he needed these people. Everything he held dear—his
career, his reputation, and his mother’s home—rested in their capricious hands.
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Cheryl Colwell’s new novel, The Proof, did just about
everything you could ever want a novel to do: Captivating characters who you
came to care about and want to know more about; scene development that was so
clear you could almost reach out and touch the walls; adventure (including
swords), that kept the pages turning as fast as possible; plot turns and twists
that were surprising, yet believable; historic and geographic settings that
were like travel logs and time machines in their clarity; and gentle teachings
about both truth and character. Did I leave anything out that you hope to find
in adventure fiction?
Oh! The writing! Cheryl is a seriously good writer. The
book is primarily set in Italy, but the adventures take place over 20 centuries
as a religious relic is fought over by good guys and thugs. The relic is
believed to possess supernatural power, not just monetary value, setting up the
If you like mystery, suspense, adventure, and intrigue in historic
settings, you can’t possibly go wrong with The Proof.
Meet Author Cheryl Colwood
Cheryl Colwell began writing fiction in 2007. True to her
tagline, “Stunning Suspense,” her characters visit stunning locations
while they pursue adventurous quests peppered with mystery, suspense, and
Passionate about all things creative,
Cheryl finds inspiration in the countryside of Ashland, Oregon – the
perfect venue for her interests in writing, gardening, and art.
John, her husband,
best friend, and chiropractor, keeps her in shape for gardening and writing
long into the night. They are delighted to have four unique and talented
children and three grandchildren. A smart and playful English Shepherd makes
their empty nest a happy place.Books:
The Proof, published 2014 by Inspired Fiction Books
The Secrets of the Montebellis, published 2013 by Inspired Fiction Books
A story of healing in, “I Believe in Healing” by Cecil Murphey,
published 2013 by Regal.
Connect With Cheryl:
Website link: cherylcolwell.com
Blog link: inspiredfictionbooks.com
Blog link: travelandmysteryblog.com
Facebook link: facebook.com/cherylcolwellauthor
Twitter link: twitter.com/CherylColwell3John 3:16 Book Launch Drawing:
I trust you will find some interesting reading from these authors and at unbeatable prices. Enjoy!Blessings, Carol A. Brown
P.S. Here is the daily schedule if you want to follow a particular story so you know which blog to go to for the next chapter excerpt!
Chapter Excerpt for Gatehaven can be found at:
3: #1 Jill Richarson http://jill-theimperfectjourney.blogspot.com/
4: #2 Malo Bel www.malobel.com/christian-books.html
5: #3 Cheryl Colwell www.travelandmysteryblog.com
6: #4 Cheryl Colwell www.inspiredfictionbooks.com
7: #5 Carol Brown www.connectwithcarolbrown.blogspot.com
10: #6 Laura Davis www.interviewsandreviews.com/book-of-the-week
11: #7 Emma Right emmaright.com/blog
12: #8 Kimberly Payne www.kimpayne.wordpress.com
13: #9 Martin Roth www.martinroth.com.au
14: #10 Molly Noble Bell writersrest.blogspot.com
Chapter Excerpt for Shadow Stalker can be found at:
3: #1 Kimberly Payne www.kimpayne.wordpress.com
4: #2 Emma Right emmaright.com/blog
5: #3 Chuck Page pagingdrpage.com
6: #4 Laura Davis www.interviewsandreviews.com/book-of-the-week
7: #5 Jill Richardson http://jill-theimperfectjourney.blogspot.com/
10: #6 Malo Bel www.malobel.com/christian-books.html
11: #7 Carol Brown www.connectwithcarolbrown.blogspot.com
12: #8 Martin Roth www.martinroth.com.au
13: #9 Cheyl Colwell www.inspiredfictionbooks.com
14: #10 Barbara Derksen www.barbaraannderksen.com
Chapter Excerpt for The Proof can be found at:
3: #1 Laura Davis www.interviewsandreviews.com/book-of-the-week
4: #2 Carol Brown www.connectwithcarolbrown.blogspot.com
5: #3 Martin Roth www.martinroth.com.au
6: #4 Kimberly Payne www.kimpayne.wordpress.com
7: #5 Emma Right emmaright.com/blog
10: #6 Jill Richardson http://jill-theimperfectjourney.blogspot.com/
11: #7 Cheryl Colwell inspired fiction books
12: #8 Chuck Page pagingdrpage.com
13: #9 Dana Rongione danarongione.blogspot.com
14: #10 Cheyl Colwell travelandmysteryblog.com