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Book Review: Always Watching by Lynette Eason

Posted by Julie on February 11, 2016 in Book Review, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons |

The bodyguards of Elite Guardians Agency have more than just skill and prowess in common–they’re also all women. When it becomes clear that popular psychiatrist and radio personality Wade Savage has a stalker, his father secretly hires Elite Guardians in order to protect his son.

But when Wade’s bodyguard is attacked and nearly killed, agency owner Olivia Edwards must step in and fill the gap. Olivia’s skills are about to be tested to the limit as Wade’s stalker moves from leaving innocent gifts at his door to threatening those closest to him. Olivia has the feeling that she’s next on the list. And to complicate things even further, she realizes that her heart may be in as much danger as her client.

Bestselling author and fan favorite Lynette Eason drops readers right into the action in this fast-paced new series with a unique twist. Readers will love these strong female characters who put it all on the line to save lives.

Always Watching by Lynette Eason is a must read for suspense fan.

Always Watching by Lynette Eason is a must read for suspense fan.

Lynette Eason is one of those top notch suspense authors I think the world needs to hear more about. ALWAYS WATCHING starts with action and does not let up. No one on the Elite Guardians team is safe, but they are professionals in what they do. I especially liked that although there were sparks between Wade and Olivia, she didn’t lose her mind and forget how to do her job. Another element I liked was the tension between Wade and his father. There are a lot of layers in that relationship, but without his father interfering, Wade wouldn’t have the protection he has in Olivia.

I loved ALWAYS WATCHING and if you like suspense and/or romantic suspense, this book is for you. I highly recommend.

To purchase ALWAYS WATCHING, click here.

I received ALWAYS WATCHING from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

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Saturday Confession: Sometimes I Cry Myself to Sleep

I’ve blogged for the better part of seven years. In the ever-changing cyberworld that’s like 100 years. For the most part when I communicate with a reader two things stand out when they summarize me.

I love chocolate.

I’m transparent.

That’s success to me because it’s the brand I’ve quietly built over the years. You might not remember my name but you recall that author that loves chocolate. The one who writes about surrender. And those things circle back to me.

Lately I’ve been going through a growth spurt with the Lord, a season and as I feel I’m supposed to, I share certain aspects of the journey. Today is a hard one because it is transparent. Not only are men not encouraged to admit their feelings,

And I am.

But there are times I cry myself to sleep.


Most of the time because I’m bone tired.

This particular season my husband is on a project that has him on call every weekend and many evenings. If he gets home at a reasonable time he’s tethered to the laptop. I don’t say it often because it comes across harsh and I believe it looks like an appeal for pity.

But for those that really know me, it’s no secret. I’m married but often a single mom. It’s not what either of us want but it’s our reality. Our oldest drives now so that helps with a lot of the shuttling that falls on my shoulders. Yet I still get tired. Juggling school schedules, all of our times in ministry and the logistics involved, medical appointments and the aftermath, keeping up with the house. I recently had to take our two senior dogs to the vet to put them down. Cry? That was a day I spelled it out. I needed my family to be present and encouraging. And they were. But lately I’ve been so tired the only way to let that out has been through tears.


I also cry out of anger. There are times, rare, but moments when I’m at such a loss for words I can only cry. Most of the time it’s out of love for someone else and desire to protect them. The hardest lately has been people demanding things from my husband he doesn’t have. If he had time, I’d like some of it yet many hands are grabbing for him wanting their (in my tired opinion) minor needs yet. Without knowing our full story they offer their commentary and it wounds to the point of hot tears I save for night. I cry for my kids. When they are frustrated and they have to do the right thing knowing they will probably be the only one that will. When they are picked on. And another biggie for me—when I want justice and I don’t see it. Oh, I cry and shake my fist on that!

And then there’s the loneliness. I’m an introvert’s introvert with a call to write. That alone is a life of solitude. Add the above and sometimes the isolation threatens to choke the very life out of me. It’s complex because it’s a time God uses to train me. But I hate it. It’s so hard. And it seems with each growing season my circle is pruned. There are fewer people I’m able to relate to and trust. And the cycle is vicious.

Why do I share such a vulnerable place? Because I vowed I would always write what God asked when He did.

. I’m confident I’m not the only person crying themselves to sleep. My hope is that by sharing that person or people feel less alone and reach out to their Heavenly Father so that they can learn and prosper from the experience.

And may your sleep be full of His peace.

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Character Confession: You’ll Know Them by their Fruit


I remember sobbing, I mean snot-on-the-pillow-hiccuping-red-eyes-for-hours kind of crying. It wasn’t just one night or circumstance. But there was one season in particular where it seemed like everyone around me was thumbing their nose at God. Blatantly mocking Him, and often, me, for following Him. They were charting their own path and all I could see was destruction ahead.

But it didn’t happen. The people hurting me, whether they knew it or not they were doing so, seemed to prosper.

Instead, I was passionate for Christ and striving to be like Him. I wanted to be obedient.

And what did I get for it?

  • A car accident while in a high risk pregnancy after a season of infertility.
  • Depression.
  • Job transition
  • Financial stresses
  • Miscarriage
  • and more.

It took me a long time to understand and surrender my anger over what I thought I was seeing. I’m a “justice girl” and what I’d witnessed wasn’t fair. The people were getting promotions. Dream homes. Vacations. Life seemed to hand them an ez-pass for all their rebellion.

And I struggled.

But once I stopped crying long enough to listen, I studied His word, Bible studies, and got to know Him better where I asked the hard questions. He showed me the things I was frustrated about were just that, things. In my valley, I had experiences. What looked like a cruel mess was preparation. I came out of that season free from a lot of things that weren’t healthy. I transformed into a confident woman of God knowing who I was. My faith is fairly unshakable. I wouldn’t be any of those things without those hard times.

And for the people that I didn’t understand? What looked like prospering was actually withering. In the years that followed the creditors called. The dream homes needed work. When tragedies like 9/11 happened they were the ones calling me, full of fear. There was no peace in them. And I realized those were the consequences. I thought they’d receive holy lightning strikes for the things they’d done and said. But lack of peace and living in fear have to be the worst things to deal with.

I write all that to say in the last few years when I’ve seen people done wrong, I’ve faced rejection or mocking, I’ve been used or watched someone else, all the junk that used to tear me apart, a new phrase came up.

“You’ll know them by their fruit.”rottenfruit1

I’ve been around long enough to see people wounded. It stinks. And when they come to me and ask me why does it look like the wounder got off scott-free, I remind them you’ll know them by their fruit. It might take awhile, but for those who aren’t rooted deeply in Christ, the fruit isn’t going to happen. If there’s any growth at all, it’s going to be shriveled and rotten. For those who talk about faith but aren’t walking it, their lack of roots is going to produce some small fruit, too. Trust me. How do I know?

“I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.

“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing. Anyone who does not remain in me is thrown away like a useless branch and withers. Such branches are gathered into a pile to be burned. But if you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask for anything you want, and it will be granted!  When you produce much fruit, you are my true disciples. This brings great glory to my Father.” John 15:1-8, NLT

I’m not perfect, please don’t think I’m looking down on those who did me wrong. My hope is if you’re frustrated because you’re living for Christ and getting the shaft while everyone else seems to be doing just fine, think about the passage above. You’re a beautiful harvest in the making. You will walk in God-confidence and have peace that can’t be bought or manufactured. I wouldn’t trade that season for anything, as hard as it was. I have an intimacy with God that words can’t define. That’s a direct result of pruning and hardship. And I definitely don’t want to trade places with the people who seemed to have it all when they were gunning for me. My prayer is they find the Gardener and surrender themselves to His love and tender care.There will be a day we all have to answer for our choices and motives. How I want to bring forth a glorious harvest. How about you?


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A2Z Meme: J Is For JUST…

Posted by Julie on March 13, 2012 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, Writing |

And the alphabet continues. Today bloggers are encouraged to join Patty Wysong with their posts regarding the letter “J”. Don’t forget to link up.

It would be easy to write about myself, given my name is Julie, and a lot of what you’ll read below will reveal a bit about me. The way I thought I’d use the letter is through the word JUST.





I use the word “just” in my fiction writing and my critique partners are amazing at catching it. It’s just a part of my own speaking vocabulary and I can’t help but insert it. Just when I think I’ve mastered it, they find it once again. I’m learning.


When I think of the word JUST, the Bible comes to mind. Curious, I did a search and found that just or a form of just(as in justice/justified) is in the NIV 568 times. When I searched NLT, it was a whopping 966 times. My favorite:

But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness. 1 John 1:8-10 (in Context) NLT from Biblegateway.


My sense for justice, appropriate or not, dates back to childhood. If I sense something is out of alignment and someone’s been dealt an unfair blow, I’m probably going to take issue. I remember a cheerleader teasing a dear friend and I couldn’t take it, even though I was afraid of repercussion, so to do something, I would fill her duck shoes (it was the 80’s) with scrap paper. I know, scandalous.

I’ll be dealing more with justice, mostly injustice, in the months and years to come as my heart expands for people who deserve to be loved and have a voice.

Also, as a kid, I was so mesmerized by the League of Justice comic book characters I tried, ahem, through my college years, to cast a pretend Justice League movie in head. The thought of my favorite super heroes meeting around a table discussing how to keep the world safe? I was all over that.

I used to spend a lot of time dreaming up a cast for my own Justice League movie. Sad but true!


Our youngest is like me in many ways, but one way we differ, style. I don’t care what I look like (to a point) or about brand names. The only brand name I remember feeling was a must have in my school years was Nike. I remember my mom asking me to please put on make up and do more things like teen girls did. So for my mini me to want make up and sketcher  shoes and brand name this and brand name that, it mystifies me. The biggie for her? JUSTICE, the store.

I’m still trying to find out who told her about this store because I’m so not name brand we don’t even go to the mall. But know it she does, and she’s constantly wanting to go. That place is like a tween threw up pink and glitter. It’s not cheap, either. In fact, she earned some spending money and guess where I’m going in 30 minutes? Yep.

How about you? What “J” word can you think of? When you think of JUST, what comes to mind?




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Second Verse Not Quite the Same as the First

Posted by Julie on September 16, 2011 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, surrender |

I can’t help it but I have the song “I’m Henry the Eighth I am” in my head. Specifically, the part where Peter Noone shouted out, “Second Verse, Same as the First.”

I noticed the last two years there are life events popping out that look really familiar. It’s almost like Groundhog Day with Bill Murray where it feels like the alarm goes off and I’m living the same thing again. Thing is, I didn’t like those events the first time around.

Insurance Issues

Communication Misunderstandings



Woundedness I received

Woundedness I dished out

When I first noticed the similarities I felt a gentle whisper assure me that although things looked the same, they were not. They were opportunities for me to trust God for a different outcome.  It was not the proverbial Lucy from Peanuts holding the football moment. In some cases there would be redemption, justice, revelation, and just flat out better experiences than the first go-around.

Not easy, but better.

I’m blogging this today because this pattern continues with me. I’m seeing things that look so familiar. Names, places, circumstances. My first reaction isn’t what I know it should be. Instead, fear. Dread. Anger. Everything inbetween, including my mumbling things like, “Second verse same as the first.”

Yet in the middle of my personal GroundHog Day I’m experiencing something so different than I expected and I know it’s only the start.

New beginnings



People looking at the full picture, not just the small glimpse




During the first set I had experiences with literal dive bombing cardinals. Friends shared the same thing happening to them. I prayed and did research and found for me, one of the definitions I walked away with was that a cardinal is a loyal defender. To this day when I see a cardinal I claim it as a promise. God is my loyal defender.

These issues and circumstances appear like things I’ve battled before, things that nearly snuffed out everything alive and hopeful in me. But they are not the same. I’m not the same. Because of those things I’m stronger, wiser, and more discerning.

God willing, I’m surrendering to be more trusting if not of people, than of my God who loves me.

And you.

If you’re going through the second verse looking the same as the first, embrace your Heavenly Father as your loyal defender.

Because He is.


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Character Confession: Justice Isn’t Julie’s, Saith the Lord

Posted by Julie on July 16, 2011 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, surrender |

It’s Saturday…time for my weekly Character Confession.

It’s also the day before Casey Anthony is released from jail.




In my 41 years it’s one of the most passionate news stories I’ve ever seen and rightly so. Apparently years ago the Anthony family lived in this area, about 30 minutes away. I believe family still lives around here.

I know the Sunday School answer I’m supposed to give in the verdict and “tot mom’s” release tomorrow is that we should pray for Casey Anthony. I mean Paul was a murderer who went seeking Christians to slaughter. God got a hold of him and turned him into one of the most powerful evangelists the world will ever know.

But I’m human. I’d like to see Casey suffer, just a little. But justice isn’t Julie’s, saith the Lord.  That’s for God. The only consolation I get is I know, KNOW I will see Caylee one day. It’s a small thing to say against how her life was snuffed out, I know. But I hold onto that.

And in my perfect world there is a scenario where only one other person in my mind has to me, the right to make life a little difficult for tot mom Anthony.

There is a Zanny Gonzales out there and her life has been turned every which way since Casey made up the story about a nanny named Zanny taking Caylee.  All false. But Zanny exists, most likely a name Casey grabbed off a mailbox.

Zanny is suing Casey. The little difficulty I’d like to see is for Casey to sign all these big contracts and have to turn around and immediately give all profits to Zanny and a foundation that benefits children.  That Casey be so dogged by reprucussions for her actions that she won’t have time to seek media or for them to find her, because she’ll be working 24/7.

IT’s a long shot, I know. But hey, it’s my Saturday confession and that’s what I’d love to see.

Until I get to heaven and have eternity to find that little girl and ask Jesus if it would be okay if I took her on a walk, hand in hand, and go through His gardens for awhile.

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