Christian Fiction - Ever since Laci was little she's been growing her hair out and sending it to Locks of Love. When Greg moves into town he thinks it's a great idea...so he starts doing it too - one of many things that annoys David about his friends! As David draws closer to Laci and Greg he becomes closer to God as well, but when tragedy strikes, David must struggle to find his way back to God.Contemporary Christian Fiction - Ever since Laci was a little girl she's been growing out her pretty, brown hair and chopping it off to send to Locks of Love. When Greg moves into town and finds out what she's doing, he thinks it's a great idea...so he starts doing it too!Somehow Greg and Laci's continual attempts to help other people always seem to inconvenience reserved, young David and their hair growing efforts are just one of the things that David must tolerate as a friendship between the three develops throughout the years. As they near adulthood, however, David finds that he has grown not only closer to Greg and Laci, but closer to God as well.Eventually David finds himself content in every way, but when tragedy strikes David must struggle to find his way back to God.Chop, Chop is a stand-alone novel that does not leave you hanging, however, it is the first book in a series of eight for readers who wish to follow David further. Chop, Chop was the winner of an Honorable Mention at the 2008 Blue Ridge Writers Christian Writers Conference.

Marco has always known that he's different, but he has never let his birth defects keep him from getting what he wants. And what he wants is simple: to spend the rest of his life with the woman that he loves. But that might not be possible . . . and it might not have anything to do with how he looks.Marco begins his story this way:Feisímo.My entire life, people have called me this.Most often, my sister Grace – hissing it into my ear whenever she thought she could get away with it. Other times it was my classmates, counting on their words to be drowned out by the noise of other children on the playground during recess. Sometimes it would be a little kid at a restaurant, blurting out the truth before a mortified parent could shush them into silence. Occasionally it might be a stranger on the street, not actually saying anything, but glancing away in embarrassment for me, saying it all the same, even without any words.Throughout the years, many different people have told me in many...