Meet the Authors

Kim and Janis

Saturday, May 24th

10:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.

Journey’s Bookstore 15 King St., Millbrook, ON

Free morning of fun for the kids!


  • Create a craft

  • Readings from Tadeo Turtle and Adam’s Animals

  • Facepainting

  • Balloon Animals

  • Colouring Contest


Pick up the rooster picture at Journey’s Bookstore, colour it, and return it by 11:15 a.m. on Saturday May 24th to be entered in the draw.


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Colouring Contest - rooster

Journeys Books, Gifts and Meeting Place
17 King Street East,
Millbrook, ON  L0A 1G0
(beside the hardware store)


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Wednesday to Friday:  noon – 7 p.m.
Saturdays:  10 a.m. – 4 p.m.



Book signing Millbrook, ON Sat., May 24. Join us! 




Christmas Book Launch: Hobbits, You, and the Spiritual World by Jill Richardson

Hobbits you and the spiritual world

From December 1 through December 16, the John 3:16 Marketing Network is hosting a Christmas Book Launch and Hobbits, You, and the Spiritual World is a featured book. As part of the event, the Network is offering a $200 Amazon gift certificate to one lucky winner. For a chance to win, go here and enter the Rafflecopter (toward the bottom of the page). And be sure and pick up your Kindle version of Hobbits, You, and the Spiritual World for 99 cents.

About the Book

Hobbits, elves, and dragons have become common fantasy characters but do they have more relevance to your life than you think? Are they as real as, or the same as, people you meet every day? Maybe not literally, but J.R.R. Tolkien’s famous characters bring to life real character qualities we all can learn from, whether good or bad. What can the bravery of a hobbit, the faith of a elf, or the greed of a dragon teach teens about themselves? How can their stories lead us to the real Kingdom where God is working out way more than a fantasy for his people? Dig in to these familiar characters and relevant Bible passages to find out. Come out understanding how to live your own epic story!


Excerpt from Chapter One-Struck by Lightning

Paul encourages Timothy: you’ve been chosen to do this by the God who raises the dead! That’s all you need. It doesn’t matter that you’re young. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know all I know. God chose you —are you willing?

That’s the secret of Bilbo’s victory, too: he’s been chosen. He doesn’t know why. He probably thinks all of Gandalf’s fireworks have shaken the wizard’s brain too much. But, just knowing that someone so great picked him makes him gather his small courage and believe he has a shot.

Then, he takes the next step. He decides he’s willing to do whatever he has to do for the job. Steal from a dragon? Carry out a wild river raft escape? Negotiate peace between forces at war? Take on giant spiders? (That’s where you’d lose me!) He just does it, because someone has to, and he’s been chosen.

What about you?

What responsibilities has God given you? Are you willing to do whatever it takes to do them well?

Jill Richardson

 About the Author

Jill’s love for hobbits and elves comes from her time as a literature teacher and as a lifelong reader of great stories. She also loves an epic challenge and a chance for grace wherever they exist. Jill has a BA in English and Education and an MDiv in theology and is an ordained minister who has served as a worship, preaching, and discipleship pastor. She has published four books previously, as well as articles in national magazines such as FamilyFun, Discipleship Journal, and Today’s Christian Woman.

Jill enjoys speaking on a variety of topics and has been very active on the MOPS circuit, as well as in junior high and high school classes. She enjoys speaking for retreats for all ages.

With three daughters, three cats, and (thankfully!) only one husband, she keeps busy otherwise with community theater, gardening, reading, scrapbooking, and traveling. Jill loves oceans, cats, chocolate, teenagers, her family, the Cubs, and God, not necessarily in that order.









The Treasure Seeker by Teena Stewart

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On Tuesday, January 8th ONLY, Teena has a special limited time offer regarding The Treasure Seeker. Purchase the book on Amazon on Tuesday, January 8th and you’ll receive free ebooks and a chance to win a hand-made pearl necklace and other free books!  Here’s the link! 


Q:  What motivated you to write this book?

A:  I have always been fascinated with stories of lost treasure. I am also an artist and for years have worked with recycled and discarded objects. The idea for the book developed over time as I read various treasure stories, including the ones in the Bible dealing with lost treasure, and as an artist began working with broken and discarded items making them into something valuable and beautiful. It is very much what God does with us…seeking out the lost, broken and discarded and making it into something truly valuable.

Q:  Tell us a little more about your book

A:  I weave treasure stories I have collected throughout the book. The first part of the book covers the concept of mutual searching and finding between us searching for the greatest treasure–a deep relationship with our Heavenly Father–and His quest to enter into a close relationship with us. The next part of the book looks at God as the Master Jeweler who takes us, his rough gemstones and polishes us and refines us.

Q:  You have a section in your book dedicated to gemstones

A:  Yes. As I considered how we are each unique with our own unique skills and personality traits, I began to see how we are like certain gemstones and every gemstone has its own flaws and inclusions. One section of the book talks about certain gemstones, gives a bit of their history. Readers can have fun identifying the ones they are most like based on their personality, etc.  I also created a Treasure Seeker jewelry line and have designed necklaces and earrings based on these particular gemstones. Those who purchase my book can also order these handmade—for a 10% discount when they purchase my book.

Q:  What do you hope women will learn from this book?

A:  Most of all how important it is to stay in a deep relationship with our Heavenly Father. When we yield to him He will refine and develop us into the gemstone we are meant to be. I also want them to learn they are valued and that they can help others find value and worth as well.

Q:  What is the exact book title and where can people purchase it?

A:  It is called The Treasure Seeker: Finding Love and Value in the Arms of Your Loving Heavenly Father.  It comes in paperback or Kindle and is available on Amazon and through my website and most bookstores.

Some of the book’s unique accompaniments include:

• Intriguing and exciting Treasure stories

• Treasure and gemstone trivia

• Points to ponder at the end of each chapter

• A chapter devoted to helping you understand your personality strengths and quirks and discover which gemstone you are most like

• Inspirational quotes and stories

• Spiritual gifts questionnaire

• A strong Biblical foundation

• A Treasure Seeker jewelry line designed by the author which ties into the book.  Purchase the book and provide proof of purchase an you will receive a 10% discount on this beautiful jewelry

Teena Stewart

Author Bio

Teena Stewart is an author and artist whose work reflects the spiritual message of being broken and yet valuable in God’s eyes—a message incorporated in her book The Treasure Seeker: Finding Value and Love in the Arms of Your Loving Heavenly Father (Wine Press). When she isn’t creating up-cycled treasure (artwork and jewelry) from discarded and found objects, she is writing articles and books or leading ministry for Java Journey, an innovative coffee shop ministry in Hickory, NC.
Teena understands firsthand what it means to go from something of seemingly little value to a beautiful and valuable treasure in God’s eyes.


On Tuesday, January 8th ONLY, Teena has a special limited time offer regarding The Treasure Seeker. Purchase the book on Amazon on Tuesday, January 8th and you’ll receive free ebooks and a chance to win a hand-made pearl necklace and other free books!

Journey to Terreldor by Chris Hibbard

Journey to Terreldor - Chris Hibbard

Join Mark and his brother as they find themselves in a strange world filled with impossibility and adventure. Faced with tragedy and trial, Mark is forced to draw upon strengths and develop skills he never expected himself capable of. The brothers are taken in by mentors who claim to hold the secrets of true wisdom and maturity. In their endeavors, they learn the most difficult lessons in life are often found on the path home.
Begin the adventure in Journey to Terreldor, then follow these brothers as they are cast into peril in Terreldor at War. Discover the culmination of their odyssey in The Long Path Home.
Chris Hibbard
Chris M. Hibbard was born in the suburbs of New Jersey, the second of three brothers. His family soon moved to Alaska, where he grew up scrambling over the mountains and beaches of a remote village wedged between thickly wooded peaks and deep fjords. His childhood shaped in him an early love for family and the outdoors, and inspired such hobbies as wildlife photography, grafting fruit trees, and horticulture. His first novel began as a collection of stories he invented to entertain his children. He, his wife and four children make their home in the Piney Woods of Texas.

Where you can buy the book TODAY.

Check out the website for a chance to win a brand new Kindle, signed print copies of his book and its upcoming sequel, and copies of other author’s ebooks/books.

The Legacy of Deer Run by Elaine Marie Cooper

Title of Book: The Legacy of Deer Run (Book 3 in the Deer Run Saga)

Publisher: Sword of the Spirit Publishing

Genre: Historical Romance

Book Excerpt: The Legacy of Deer Run by Elaine Marie Cooper

(From Chapter 3)

It seemed like an hour had passed, but it took a mere fifteen minutes for the wooden ferry to reach West Springfield. As the ferry workers unfolded the ramp, it landed with a thud on the shore. The passengers disembarked. Susannah refused to look at the man who had monopolized her attention and followed the others on the pathway leading up the hill toward the building site. A group of men were being served breakfast on long tables set up for the gathering.

A middle-aged woman with cherubic cheeks and an impish smile approached Susannah.

“Good day, my dear. We have not been formally introduced but I have met your kind father and I do so see your resemblance to him. I am Missus John Ashley, consort of Deacon Ashley who is behind this inspiring project. Thank you for agreeing to help serve our workers on this noble construction of First Church.”

The woman’s smile was so engaging, Susannah could not help but feel her heart warmed.

“Good day, Missus Ashley. I am most anxious to be of service in this fine project. This is my maid, Modesty.”

“Welcome to you, as well. And such a lovely day we are blessed with!” The woman fairly oozed enthusiasm. “My dear husband says it is not just a fine project but a most necessary one. Why, the last meetinghouse was worse in the rain than if we’d been standing underneath an open cloud! But come, let me show you where you’ll be helping.”

Missus Ashley gently drew the taller young woman to the huge kettles of simmering stews.

“Here is an apron, my dear. No sense in soiling your fine dimity.”

Susannah left her bonnet on to protect her skin from the sunlight, but removed her pelisse and laid it carefully on an empty chair. Tying the linen apron around her slender waist, she smoothed the crisp material and looked around, wondering where to start.

“Several new workers have just arrived, Miss Dobbins. Why don’t you carry these plates to them?” The older woman handed her two plates and then two more to Modesty.

Walking toward the long cloth-covered tableboard, Susannah slowed her walking pace as her heart quickened. The man with the green eyes.

Modesty saw him at the same instant.

“Oooo, miss, there he is.” She giggled, far too loudly.

“Hush, Modesty.” Susannah whispered harshly, her cheeks flaming.

Taking a deep breath, she approached the hatless man and his friend.

“May I serve you, gentlemen?”

Why I am calling these workers “gentlemen”?

Susannah was all too aware that these men were not of her class.

So why am I so nervous?

“Thank you, miss.” The blond-haired worker who still had his woolen cap intact grinned awkwardly. “Not exactly used to such service from a fine lady.”

Susannah noticed Green Eyes furrowing his eyebrows sternly at his friend. Then those eyes met hers.

“Thank you, miss.” He took the plate carefully and stared up at her before setting it down. Picking up his pewter fork, he gingerly moved the food around, as if afraid it might be poison.

She tried to smother her rising irritation. “Is the food not to your liking, sir?”

He looked up at her again and stared for a moment.

“’Tis fine, miss.”

Where have I seen that face?

She started to move away, but the blond-haired friend gave an embarrassed grin.

“He’s not quite himself today. Had too late a night with the boys. Didn’t ya?” He poked his hatless friend in the side and laughed. The man turned a deep shade of red but did not look up at Susannah.

So that’s where I’ve seen that face. The drunk in the street! Wretched man. And now here to help in the Lord’s work? Outrageous.

She stalked away, followed closely by Modesty. The servant girl turned toward Susannah as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Did you see those fine green eyes? Wouldn’t you like to look at those every morning?” Her enthusiastic giggles threatened to turn the conversation downright bawdy.

“Modesty! If you please! We will not indulge our salacious natures in our thoughts or our speech. Is that clear?”

The servant’s countenance fell. “Yes, miss.” Her voice lowered almost to a whisper.

Susannah turned back toward the kettles to collect more serving plates.

Why did Father ask me to come here. I just want to go home.

At the thought of home, Susannah nearly burst into tears.

I cannot cry here. Certainly not in view of complete strangers.

She turned away from the kettles, widened her eyes and sniffed sharply. Refusing to give in to her grieving heart, she refocused on the task at hand.

The satiated workers began to vacate the tables one-by-one. Susannah watched most of the men stretch their limbs and pat their leather work belts before heading toward the wood frame of the new church building. But Green Eyes remained at his table, eating slowly.

Clearing away the dirty plates, Susannah felt someone’s hands gently grab her arms from behind. Missus Ashley was at her side, her sparkling smile brimming with mischief.

“Miss Dobbins, why don’t you sit for awhile? You’ve been working so hard and you are still recovering from your long journey to Springfield. Come sit here, my dear.”

Much to Susannah’s horror, Missus Ashley navigated Susannah over to the table where Green Eyes sat. He was obviously laboring to finish his first plate when Missus Ashley plopped Susannah down on the bench next to him, much too close.

She quickly inched away.

“Miss Dobbins, I would like you to meet Mr. Daniel Lowe. He is one of our fine workers at the armory as well as a regular congregant of First Church. A fine Christian man.”

Susannah narrowed her gaze.

She wanted to say, “Is that so?” Only her mother’s training in manners rescued her from inflicting insult.

She cleared her throat.

“So pleased to meet you, Mr. Lowe.”


“There. Now you are acquainted, I shall return to my tasks.” Missus Ashley gave a positively mischievous grin to the two before heading back to the kettles.

An awkward silence followed the departure of Missus Ashley, though Susannah could hear the woman giggling in the distance with another cook.

Side-by-side, they both looked down at the table. Susannah fidgeted with her thumbs and Mr. Lowe nervously rubbed his hand through one side of his hair. Just when Susannah thought she could not take the tension any further, the workman spoke up.

“Miss Dobbins, it is quite obvious how…uncomfortable…you are in my presence. Please do not feel obliged to remain here and entertain me.” His voice was surprisingly smooth and well spoken. Not at all what she imagined.

She glanced up at his eyes, which were fixed upon her. She cleared her throat.

“Mr. Lowe, it is not that I am uncomfortable…” She closed her mouth when he began to shake his head and gave a low, dismissive grunt.

“Please, Miss Dobbins. There is no need to explain. ’Tis quite obvious that I am not…shall we say…well-suited to your station in life.” His face grew sober and he rubbed his head as though it were in pain.

“It is not just your station, sir…”

“Ah, see, I was right.”

She flustered and sat up straighter. “That you are a workman notwithstanding, your behavior of last night was appalling. I find it quite shocking that you would carry on with your drunkenness and then make a mockery of helping to build a church. The Lord’s meetinghouse!”

Mr. Lowe glared back. He kept his voice low but his words were pointed.

“Is it your custom, Miss Dobbins, to display yourself at your window for all to see?”

Susannah gasped and threw her hands across her bodice.

“How dare you accuse me of such behavior! I…I…was merely preparing to retire for the night when I was disturbed by you and your drunken friends.”

His gaze penetrating her to the core, Mr. Lowe leaned closer.

I wish his eyes were not so disarming. He was leaning so close she could feel his breath.

“You seem to so easily pass judgment on me, Miss Dobbins.”

She thought she saw pain glaze across his expression. He continued. “You know naught of me. And perhaps it is better that way…for both of us.”

He grabbed his cloth napkin and wiped it fiercely across his mouth. Throwing it on the table, he stood up and lifted his long legs one at a time over the bench. Grabbing his hammer from his work belt, he stormed toward the construction site.

She sat there for a moment, heart pounding and temples throbbing.

Insufferable man!

Within moments, Missus Ashley appeared.

“I see you two were getting to know one another.” There was that impish smile lighting up her soft face.

“Yes. We certainly were.”

Susannah’s throat felt parched, making it difficult to swallow. She grabbed a tankard of cider and took a long, unladylike swig.

Still shaking from the encounter, she barely concentrated on listening to Missus Ashley.

“…such a shame about his family…”

Susannah was suddenly alert. “Shame? What shame?”

She noted the older woman’s sad expression.

“Why, his brother’s wife—his twin brother, no less. The wife died giving birth, poor lass. Dan has not been himself since he got the news. Rode twenty miles to and from the burial just yesterday, I hear.”

Deep regret swarmed over Susannah’s heart.

Looking down at her lap, she stammered. “No. No…I did not know.”

“Dan is very close to his family. But work was not to be found in his village of Deer Run so he had to leave and find work at the armory. And a right fine worker he is, says Mr. Ames. He’s the superintendent, you know.”

Missus Ashley paused briefly.

“Are you alright, my dear? You seem rather pale. Perhaps you should sit under the chestnut tree and rest.”

“Yes, perhaps I should.”

She rose with difficulty and managed to make her way to the shade of the overhanging limbs, despite her tremulous limbs. She sat on a blanket that Missus Ashley laid on the ground. Leaning back on the trunk, she exhaled slowly.

So he grieves as well. What have I done?

Author Bio:

Elaine Marie Cooper is the author of The Road to Deer Run (Finalist in Next Generation Indie Book Awards for Religious Fiction, Honorable Mention in Romance at 2011 Los Angeles Book Festival) and The Promise of Deer Run (Romance Winner for 2012 Los Angeles Book Festival, Finalist in Religious Fiction for ForeWord Review Book of the Year). Cooper is also a contributing writer for Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home by Edie Melson. She is a wife, mom, Grammie to triplets, and a registered nurse.

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The Runaway Christmas Tree by D. Washington-Jones

The Kent family wants to purchase a real Christmas tree this year.  When they finally pick one from Nick’s Magic Christmas Tree Grove, they get more than what they bargained for.  They wanted a real tree, but just how does one define “real”?  That is precisely what the Kent family is about to find out!


It’s a fine day in the grove,” Nick said to the tree’s mother and father as they watched the family get closer and closer.

“Stand up straight!” The tree’s mother said. “You’ll never be chosen this Christmas if you continue to slouch.”

“He’ll never be ready,” the tree’s father told Nick as the family got even closer.

“Oh, I think he will,” said Nick, giving the little tree a loving pat on his back bristles.

“And what about the code?” The tree’s father persisted.

“He’ll do just fine,” Nick retorted. “Don’t worry. And I’ll be here if he needs me.”

“Why do I have to become a Christmas tree any way?” The young tree asked with a


“Because it is what you were grown to do,” his mother whispered, straightening out his bristles.

“Douglas Elmwood Pine the 3rd, I won’t have such talk under my sky, young man,” his father said sternly. “Your grandfather was an extraordinary Christmas tree, and although I have never been chosen, I have always wanted something better for you.”


D. Washington-Jones is a writer and an educator who teaches business and economics courses.  Although The Runaway Christmas Tree is a children’s e-book, she explores writing in many genres.  She exemplifies a conspicuous writing style of humor, discovery and adventure. She has won numerous awards in education and also writes songs, poetry, business plans and seminars.

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