The Raging Storm

By B. Dalton Pace

Breeze Marie, a woman of wisdom, a sought-after writer, the author for Haylo romance novels that have sold over 100 million copies in seven years as well as winning many recognitions, still is not satisfied and feels unfilled.

After an overwhelming and spiritual experience when she has come to know her Father in heaven and Jesus Christ, she knows she must change her style of writing and her life choices.

Breeze is excited to tell her fans and friends of the Heavenly Father and Jesus and also of the powers of Satan here on earth today. Find out the entertaining way the pitfalls of day-to-day living, traps of Satan, and how to make a choice to overcome them because there is a “raging storm” out there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646548989

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The Raging Storm

B. Dalton Pace

Copyright © 2020 B. Dalton Pace

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books, Inc.

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2020

ISBN 978-1-64654-897-2 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64654-898-9 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

The Big Controversial Music

If You Don’t Have Control Over Your Life, Someone or Something Else Does

The Half-Hour Promise: The Lifetime Eternal Guarantee

It Is Only Entertainment

They Got to Sell It and Guess Who Is Doing the Buying

A Haven Away from the World

As for Me and My House, We Will Serve the Lord

Free Agency vs Disobedience

Mothers, Do You Hear, or Are You Just Here?

Keep Your I’s on the Prophet

If Ye Are Prepared, Ye Have Nothing to Fear

Breeze’s Last Phone Call

I would like to dedicate this book to my Father in Heaven who I know wanted me to write this. I know I am nothing but an instrument in his hands.

To my wonderful husband, Howard, who without his prayers and worthy priesthood, I could have not completed it.

To my children Ceenie, Marty, Apearlella, Mike, Alisa, and Stephen who I pray to heed these warnings.

To my marvelous grandchildren Niccolle, Hunter, Ryan, Abby, Makenna, Brooke, Tanner, Dalila, Lynnley, Skylar, Raeley Ann, Dean, Donovan, Brockton, Brayton, and Serenity to whom they are being pelted daily, as we all are, the terrorizing brouhaha moves through our lives.

Preface

Hey, beautiful, where are you going?

What are you up to now? said Brock, Breeze’s husband of forty plus years.

Oh, honey, I’ve got to go up to the cabin for a few days. I’ve got to get some writing done. Remember, I told you the time was now!

Ok, said Brock, but promise me you will use your cell phone and not that old answering machine.

She looked at him, his boyish grin, and those soft lips and gave him a soulful kiss. This was the kiss that had her write Lips of Passion. She said, It is nugatory. I am going to the cabin, and I am not taking my cell phone. As soon as I get there, I will be plugging it into the machine. Tell anyone that wants me that I’m incognito, and they know the drill; that way, no outsiders can bother me.

She got in her car and drove away with the window down; she could smell the crisp autumn air.

It smelled as if a storm was coming; little did Breeze know, one was raging, and she was about to be the voice of warning.

As Breeze reached the cabin up in the cottonwoods, she felt the temperature drop at least ten degrees.

When she unlocked the door and stepped into the cabin, she noticed her beloved Brock had taken care of everything: the room was nice and warm, and as she went to the fridge, it was loaded with groceries.

He must have called Carlson, their neighbor, to have everything done as a surprise for her safe haven.

She went to freshen up, changing her clothes to her multicolored caftan that Susan had just finished making, the ninth one she had made for Breeze; to her, it was like Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors or even Donny Osmond’s when in Salt Lake City at Kingsbury Hall in 1998 he did such an amazing job playing Joseph in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Her kids and now her grandchildren call it her hippie dress. She didn’t care what it was called; all she knew was that just like many famous eccentric people, she had a ritual her caftan of deep bright colors seemed to awaken her senses. To a higher frequency, as she put it on her, and now, her soft auburn hair was pulled back and up on top of her head and put in her ivory clip she was given when she went to Johannesburg to do a book reading of her book The Ivory Coast. It was so beautiful there, and she had so many fans. Wow! What are they going to think about this new book? It is so different from anything she had written before. She just knew that these words had to be written and this book had to be written.

She brought the answering machine out of the closet into the other room and was thinking to herself Yes, Brock my love, we are on.

As soon as she plugged it in, it was like waiting for her as she heard it go off as she smiled.

Hello, this is Breeze Marie, the famous author of all the wonderful Haylo romance novels. Of course, if this completely sounds conceited, you do not know me, as really me, and you are not a friend. How on earth did you get this totally unlisted number? If you are my friend, then name four of my bestselling novels at the tone of the typewriter click, and please leave your important message as you know I am terribly busy writing another great novel. Ah-ah, you’d better be kind; it just might be about you this time. Click, click, click.

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