Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Love Wish



Every now and then I like to revisit one of my earlier novels and see how current they are. This one I am looking at today was one that was written during a particularly difficult time in the life of a great friend of mine. I created a work of fiction from a real life example, one that continues to haunt me to this very day.

THE LOVE WISH is a story we can all relate to in one way or another since we have all had friends who faced medical trauma in their lives. But this story is a bit different because it tells, not just of a medical condition, but rather a passionate love story with a medical component to it.

Below is a very short synopsis of the story you do not want to miss:

Linda Folger had always dreamed of growing up and finding her prince charming, marrying him and having two or three children. She wanted to live happily ever after with her little family in a house in the woods with a white fence around it. That was it! That was all she ever wanted from life--to live the American dream. Linda suffered through a rocky period when her love wish seemed to be out of reach, but then her life took an unexpected turn for the better. Suddenly she had it all in the palm of her hand, and she thanked God for all that He had done for her. Then, as life often does, Linda's life took yet another turn and she was dealt a situation that took her life in a totally different direction, a direction that we all fear could someday be dealt to us. This is Linda's story—of how she handled both the ups and the downs. This is the story of Linda's love wish.

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I have been told I write stories that are quite different than those other writers care to write about, but I prefer to write about life's challenges as they really are, not necessarily always with fairy tale endings. If this story sounds like one you would like to read, please check out the site below:

https://www.amazon.com/Love-Wish-Paul-Meredith-ebook/dp/B007FLKIFY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


Saturday, October 1, 2016

One In A Million

One In A Million, my new romance novel is now out for distribution and download as an e-book on Amazon Kindle at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Paul+R.+Meredith


Here is a brief synopsis of this gripping love story:

One In A Million
Synopsis
Jake Hanson almost had it all. He had a great and growing engineering company, wonderful parents, terrific friends, and finally a gorgeous woman in his life, Jessie Whitfield. The woman he was infatuated with, Jessie, was in the same kind of situation with a great job and many opportunities ahead of her. She adored Jake with a passion many never experience in life. It seemed they had everything. When they married it seemed like a match made in heaven. Their life was nearly perfect in every way measurable. Then something totally unexpected happened to the young couple that caused everything to go south on them. Would their marriage survive the earthquake of emotion that slapped them down? Would they have the emotional strength to bounce back from the edge of disaster?

Read about the daily trials of Jake and Jessie in this story of love and passion between two people who seemed destined to be together. The story will make your heart leap with joy as you feel their deep love for each other, as well as their pain when everything seems to start going against them. This is a story that dwells in the realities of life as most of us know it, with peaks and valleys of emotion, a few bumps and bruises, and finally with an ending that once seemed impossible to achieve. Enjoy a story of romance and emotional heartbreak, and then the rise of new love. Be prepared to read a story unlike any you have read before.
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I believe you will find this story a great read, one that will be difficult to lay aside before finishing the story.



Saturday, July 16, 2016

My Early Novels

My First Novels
I started writing novels as a way of trying to reduce some of the stresses in a busy life. Once I wrote the first one, I guess I would have to say I was hooked on writing. Even though I now have nineteen (19) romance and thriller novels in print, I continue to go back and read my first stories over and over again. I get a kick out of reading them even today. I believe if you will read them, you also would experience something like I feel when I read them. Here are my earlier works in no particular order:

His Soul Mate (a medical romance story)
By All Accounts (a mystery thriller)
Ten Minutes Past Two (a medical romance story)
The Love Wish (a medical romance story)
Kenyan Sunset (a compelling medical romance story)
The SWOB Affair (a Florida thriller)
The Vigilante God (a thriller)

These stories are all available at:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_pg_1?rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Apaul+r.+meredith&keywords=paul+r.+meredith&ie=UTF8&qid=1430927858

or at:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Paul-R--Meredith?keyword=Paul+R.+Meredith&store=nookstore







Friday, May 13, 2016

Ten Minutes Past Two


This is one of my earlier books that is still available on several Internet bookseller sites, including iUniverse.com and Barnes and Noble.

Ten Minutes Past Two, a medical romance novel is a story without equal. I hope you will check it out. Available in both soft cover and Nook editions on Barnes and Noble.

A Christian woman's need to find balance between the love of a good man and her God is severely tested before the story's dramatic conclusion.

Paul R. Meredith writes novels that are difficult to lay aside. Ten Minutes Past Two is a story that will take the reader through peaks and valleys of a Christian woman's business and personal life after the sudden accidental death of her husband.

These are the links:


http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Paul+R.+Meredith/_/N-8q8?_requestid=208910

http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/AdvancedSearch/Default.aspx?SearchTerm=Ten+Minutes+Past+Two


 


 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Daughter Visits

Sandra and I just had a several-day visit from my youngest daughter Sharyl and her husband Kevin. They live in Bettendorf, Iowa, so we don't get to see them very often in Florida. During the time they were here we had a wonderful time. It is always so sad when they leave to go back home.

I love having our kids visit, and lucky me, I will soon be having my second daughter Tara come visit with us for several days. She lives in Urbandale, Iowa, a suburb of Des Moines. I am very tight with the girls. We have gone through much together. As with Sharyl, because Tara lives so far away from us our visits are very limited, so each one is very special.

My youngest son Paul Jr. has said he and his new wife Sherry will also visit soon. We look forward to meeting Sherry. They live in Muscatine, Iowa, so again, we don't get to see Paul very often.

The older we get, the more special it is to see our kids. I think the girls try harder to visit us because I think they get the fact that our visits will be extremely limited due to our advanced ages.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Jenna McNabb


I am excited to report that my two-act romantic drama play, JENNA McNABB, is being read by a popular local theater group. While I realize it may not be accepted as part of their theater agenda in the near future, I am promised they will at least critique it and give me feedback which will help me make it better. As for me, I like it the way it is written now, but I can't be absolutely sure it will fit within the two-hour general guideline smaller theaters attempt to keep.

As you may know, writing novels has been my passion for the last several years, but I want to also be in the activity of writing stage plays. JENNA McNABB is my first effort, but I hope it won't be my last because I have some really great ideas.

Jenna McNabb is more or less a takeoff from a short story I wrote many years ago with the simple title of, JENNA. The name is taken from one of my beautiful granddaughters.

I hope you will wish me luck.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Trip to Israel

These are the opening paragraphs of the most remarkable trip we ever went on, and it was one we will never forget. We wish everybody could experience a journey like this one. We continue to call it the trip of a lifetime. We never expect another to equal it or even come close. I have written a lengthy account of that trip, but it is far too long to place here. I always write detailed accounts of each foreign trip we take, hoping it will someday be read by our children so they will know we weren't as dull as we might seem in our maturity.

Israel- 1993


We left Sullivan, Illinois July 23rd for our first real trip overseas as a couple. The year was 1993. Sandra’s brother Larry had been living in Israel for a couple of years by then and was attempting to learn Hebrew in order to become a citizen of the country. He previously lived in New York City for over twenty years. Somehow Larry had done some work for a company in Israel and earned two free tickets for round trips to Israel from the USA, so he gave them to his sister and me.

            Our flight out of the US started from Champaign, Illinois, only fifty miles or so from our home. We had driven there and checked our four bags at Willard Airport for the short trip to Newark where we would catch our Lufthansa Airlines ride to Tel Aviv via Frankfurt, Germany.

            Our overseas flight left Newark about four in the afternoon for the long trip across the Atlantic. I think Sandra was almost as excited as me to know we would be seeing Larry in a short time. Larry was to meet us at Ben Gurion Airport just outside of Tel Aviv later the next day. He was borrowing a car from his friend and business partner in order to meet us and take us to an apartment he had arranged for us to rent.

            Our flight to Frankfurt went off without a hitch, at least until we reached the Frankfurt International Airport. As we left the plane to make our connection to Tel Aviv, we had to wait for our luggage to arrive so we could check it through to Israel. We waited as the entire plane load of luggage arrived on the luggage belt. People grabbed their bags and went through the Customs line so they could make their next connecting flight. Sandra and I waited…and waited…and waited some more. Eventually the belt stopped moving and we still never had our luggage. I went to see a man in the Customs office and explained that our bags never showed up. He assured me there more bags coming and we had to wait, so Sandra and I waited some more. Nothing more came through on the baggage belt conveyor, so I went to see the man again. This time he directed me to go through the Customs line and report the loss to the baggage clerk at the claims counter. I told Sandra I had to go through the line and she should wait there where she was seated until I returned.

            Going to Israel is an experience, I suppose no matter where you are from, but I soon encountered a new experience. As I went through Customs empty handed. I explained to the officer what I had been instructed to do about my lost luggage. He promptly took me inside a tent set up for the purpose of doing body searches. He had me stand flat-footed with my legs far apart, bent over and leaning on a table. He patted me down from head to toe, stopping in some places that made me very uncomfortable. I was embarrassed with the thoroughness of his body search. Finally he let me go, so I went to the baggage claims clerk and told her about my lost luggage. She said that if it didn’t show up within fifteen minutes, we should go on to our final destination and report the loss there at Tel Aviv. I then walked over to the ticket agent and explained we had to wait another fifteen minutes for our luggage. “I am worried that our [plane is about to leave,” I told her.

            “No, they will wait for you, Mr. Meredith. This happens quite often,” she told me.

            “Do you mean they are holding up that 747 with 400 people until we get our bags?” I asked.

            “Yes, they will wait,” was her answer.

            I headed back to tell Sandra in the large waiting room where she sat, but I was directed to go back through the same tent. I protested, but to no avail. I suffered the same kind of search by the same officer as before. “You just did this to me a few minutes ago,” I told him. He ignored me and made me go through the same process as before, a bit friendlier with his hands than previously. Again, I was free to go see my wife, but I was beginning to think this guy liked me a little more than I was comfortable with.

            Sandra and I waited another fifteen minutes, after which I told her I had to go back to the baggage clerk and tell her our bags weren’t there yet. She sent me over to talk to the ticket agent once again. “Has our plane waited on us?” I checked,

            “No, they had to leave, but there will be another plane in three hours,” was my answer from her. “Please check your hand luggage through Customs and see me again for a ticket change.” She told me to back through Customs.

            As I looked at that damn tent again, knowing what would take place there if I entered again, I decided to wait until the officer was busy and duck under the rope and avoid the tent search. And I did exactly that, ducked under the rope to go get Sandra. As I straightened up from ducking under the rope, a German soldier screamed for me to halt as he ran up to me with a really big gun. He grabbed me and turned me around and had the gun in my neck. I was sweating bullets by now. They thought I was a terrorist, or maybe something worse. He yelled at me in German, but I didn’t understand a thing he was saying. A second soldier came to help the first one. He also screamed at me. I thought I was about to be a dean man. I wondered at that moment how Sandra would ever get to Israel by herself.

            Then I saw the Customs man in the blue suit come out of his little office to see what all the commotion was about. He walked over and asked the soldiers a question, which I didn’t understand. Then he turned to me and asked what happened. I tried to explain I was just trying to avoid another embarrassing body search.

            I’m not sure what he said to the soldiers, but they holstered their guns and turned me loose to return to Sandra. I know I was shaking like a leaf when I reached her sitting against the rear wall of the large room. She looked at me, without even asking me how I was or anything that considered my near-death experience. “Did you get out tickets changed?” she asked.

            In a very shaky voice I told her, “No, not yet.” I was still so out of breath I could barely manage to say anything. She gave me a direct order to get back up to that counter and get our tickets changed. I will not say what my next words to her were, but trust me, my church friends would not want to hear them.