THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME
About The Book
Are
the sins of the father and mother visited upon their sons and daughters?
Undoubtedly
damaged, Honey Lamb, like many, is a descendant of an unfortunate legacy of
molestation, addiction, murder and bad decisions. For as long as she could
remember, she believed the unhappiness she experienced was somehow bequeathed
to her. The blood that surged through her veins seemed to be tainted and she
often wondered about the DNA she possessed. Experiencing more than her share of
misery at the hands of her mother, an alcoholic; the source of all her woes,
Honey believed she’d overcome her seemingly checkered path all by herself when
she met and married, Mason; a man she loves beyond her own understanding.
Unfortunately, unsettling memories emerge to crack the veneer of her seemingly
happy existence. Feeling unable to escape what she believed to be her destiny,
Honey makes a decision that may have ruined her life. Not realizing God places
people in our lives for His purpose, she reluctantly embarks upon a journey
that will open her heart to a divine inheritance. Will she accept what God has
already given to her or will she shun the invitation of salvation and allow her
familial carnal legacy to continue to the next generation? Will she come to
understand that Jesus’ blood redeemed us from a self-defeating existence
because He became the sinful inheritance for us while at the same time
eradicating it forever, giving us a spiritual blood transfusion that would
change us all?
About the Author
M. Ann
Ricks, (Melissa Ann), is a Christian Fiction novelist residing in Bear,
Delaware with her excellent husband and two awesome sons. She is a graduate of
Rider University and formerly a national accounts insurance executive.
Using
Jesus Christ as her example, as He shared many parables, she creates stories
with fictional characters that contend with real life issues and inserts the
Word of God to communicate the genuine and unfailing love of God while making
it abundantly clear that Jesus is the ONLY answer. M. Ann is determined to tell
the world how wonderfully awesome Jesus Christ is and can be in our lives if we
just allow Him to be. She is honored to be used by God to spread His message
with the stories she creates with the leading of the Holy Spirit, knowing that
He will provide her with stories and the words that will lift up the name of
Jesus as He promised that if He is lifted up, He will draw all men to Him.
M. Ann
is also what one may consider a motivational/inspirational speaker but she
prefers the term, “Godspirational” as one may only be truly inspired,
transformed and receive true revelation when hearing the uncompromised word of
God. M. Ann also continues to utilize her group insurance knowledge as a
Benefits and Network Consultant. Lastly, M. Ann is a Group Fitness instructor
as she is determined to keep her natural “temple” fit and ready for the
Master’s use!
M. Ann
is the author of Awesome Wonder: The Gift of Remembrance ,The Son. the much
acclaimed, third novel, THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME.
PROLOGUE
Northern
Italy, 1918
He
hadn’t washed in weeks. The countryside was crawling with “Kraut” and all he
could do was think about the full lips that said his name with uninhibited
desire. She made him feel invincible and he needed to believe he was. He would
have done anything to have and to keep her.
Those
eyes…
She
moved over him like a cunning feline. Under her spell, he promised he would
keep her brother Tanner quiet about everything. He had no idea how he was going
to silence the man who had become his friend, but he wasn’t going to let anyone
ruin their plans. As he walked back to camp after visiting a makeshift latrine,
his thoughts took him back to their night together. Intoxicated by cheap wine,
he’d agreed to the pact. She was beautiful, strong, and most of all,
determined. He wanted to believe that they would have a good life once this
useless war was over.
After
settling into the muddy trench, he saw something almost imperceptibly move.
Italy could have been a beautiful place if it wasn’t for this God forsaken war,
he thought, rubbing his eyes. He was unbelievably fatigued; so much so that
foliage seemed to be moving by itself. He closedhis eyes and opened them again
to focus. Was there someone or something out there? He couldn’t wait until he
was back in the U. S. of A. More importantly, he couldn’t wait to be with her.
He could still smell her. She was a vision… a sweet temptress.
