One Faithful Prayer: A Christian Romance Novel About A Secret Baby (Faithful Love Book 1)

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What if your lie helped someone?

Taylor never meant to keep the secret hidden for so long. She never meant to hurt him, never meant to hurt anyone. She was only doing what she felt was the right thing.

Someone is about to find out Taylor’s secret…

Can you forgive when the sin is this big? Or are some sins unforgivable?

One Faithful Prayer is an inspirational Christian romance about past hurts, healing, and the power of God in a Christian’s life. Inspiring and uplifting, this story encourages faithful Christians who seek to grow in their relationship and understanding of Jesus Christ.

“Features well-developed characters that you become vested in, and care about the outcome of their lives.” – Jen & John

“ I couldn’t stop reading this book and I would give it a higher rating than a five star review if I could!” – Debbie Jamieson

“Will pull on your heartstrings!” – Ann Ferri

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A Christian romance novel about a secret baby, One Faithful Prayer, shows readers what real Biblical forgiveness and restoration looks like in a relationship.

Story Sample from One Faithful Prayer:

Chapter 1

Breathing deeply, Taylor Garther stared at the ceiling fan as the blades rotated, slicing the cool April morning air in her bedroom. A tear escaped from her eye as she lifted her heavy heart toward God. “I’m trying my best with Sam, Lord, but it’s not enough. I teach him nothing but love and gentleness, and yet . . .” Her voice staggered to a whisper. “It’s not enough.” Pausing her prayer, her absent ten-year-old’s father, Blake, brushed against her thoughts gently. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach.

“God, help me. I need some clarity and guidance.”

She had thought more times than she could count of calling and telling Blake about his son, but every time the idea sprang to her mind, she’d find a reason not to go through with it. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t care. She knew he would care more than most men would. No, what stopped her was the fact that she had kept Sam a secret for far too long.

Pushing the covers off, Taylor launched into her morning routine of getting herself and Sam ready to leave. First, she stopped at his bedroom down the hallway from hers and opened the door. Flipping on the light switch, she peered over at the wad of blankets on the bed which was hiding her little brown-haired Prince Charming.

“Time to wake, my love. I’ll start on breakfast.”

Journeying down the hall, she passed through the living room and entered her apartment’s kitchen. Opening the fridge, she retrieved a carton of eggs, the milk, and a package of bacon.

As she scrambled the eggs in a pan on the stove, she thought of her late mother, Gwen. If it weren’t for her mother, Blake would’ve known about Sam. Her life could’ve been different. Her son could’ve had a father from birth.

As she placed the eggs on a plate for Sam, he emerged from the hallway.

“Do I have to go back to school, Mom?” He rubbed one of his eyes as he made his way over to the table. She set down the plate of eggs in front of him.

Taylor then placed a few strips of bacon into the pan and let them begin to cook as she turned toward her son. “Yes, you do. School isn’t something that is optional, Sam.”

“They suspended me because that jerk Evan shoved me, Mom! I didn’t even do anything wrong!”

Flipping the bacon over in the pan, she let it cook as she turned again toward Sam. Crossing her arms, she shook her head. “You punched him in the face. That’s not okay. We are called to live differently. We are called to love others.” Walking over to the table, she got down to his eye level. She peered into his broken expression and eyes. “We use our hands to love. I’ve taught you that. We give high fives, hugs, and pet kittens. We don’t use our hands to harm.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as his bangs tickled the tops of his eyelashes. “I don’t like that school. I haven’t had to be there in a week. It’s been great going to work with you!”

Shaking her head, she returned to the stove. “School isn’t optional.”

Scooting back in his chair, he leaped to his feet and hurried to his mother. He grabbed ahold of her arm. “C’mon! I was a big help at the daycare the last week. Just let me keep going there!”

Her voice firmed. “It’s not optional. You only have a month left this year. Please just finish it without issue.”

Exhaling, Sam deflated and returned to his plate at the table. Picking up the fork, he shook his head and started to eat.

The bacon was done, and she brought the pan over to the table. Placing three strips down onto his plate, she set the pan into the sink and sat down at the table with him.

“I have to work a little later today, so you’ll be at Aunt Rachel’s until about seven. You’ll have dinner over there.”


Pulling up to Sam’s school a short while later, Taylor put the car into park and turned to the back seat where Sam was sitting.

“It’s going to be okay, Sam. If Evan or anyone starts to bother you, just go tell a teacher.”

Shaking his head, he lifted his gaze to the window. His voice was soft. “You don’t understand being a boy. You can’t tell on others or you’re lame.”

“Well, you can’t punch them, either.”

Rubbing his forehead, he sighed. “Bye, Mom.”

“I love you.”

Slinging the strap of his backpack over his shoulder, he scooted out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the school.

She watched as her son dipped his chin and walked toward the school entrance. Her heart fell to pieces knowing that he was so tormented by other children. Dabbing her eyes gently, she placed the car into drive and headed to the daycare.

Sunnyside Daycare was a business she had started a few short years after she gave birth to Sam and moved back to Lincoln City. She needed to work but didn’t want to spend time away from Sam. It wasn’t easy learning how to start a business, get all the licenses she needed, and be a single mom at the same time, but with the help of her friend Nicole and a whole lot of prayer, Taylor accomplished the impossible.

Pulling into the parking lot behind Sunnyside Daycare, she parked beside her opener, Stacy’s, car. Shutting off the engine, she pulled her cell phone out from her purse and opened the Bible application. She needed a Word of encouragement from her Heavenly Father before starting her day at work.

Picking up where she had left off yesterday, she started to read Psalm 46 and was immediately struck deeply in the heart.


God is our refuge and strength,

an ever-present help in trouble.

Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way

and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,

though its waters roar and foam

and the mountains quake with their surging.

Psalm 46:1-3


Her prayer from that morning was being answered before her very eyes and in the form of encouragement from God Himself in His Word. She needed to remember that God was her refuge and strength. Here’s your guidance and clarity, she thought. The answer had been worked on before the prayer had ever formed in her heart. Taylor had started reading a little over two weeks ago in Psalms, after her friend Nicole had mentioned to her that the book was considered to be the ‘heart book’ of the Bible.

Lifting her moist eyes to the ceiling of her car, she offered her heart to God in that very moment.

“Take this tenderness inside my soul, Lord. Let it be used for Your purposes. And let my heart not rely on my own strength but on Your strength alone. Let my mind not wander from Your truth, from Your promises, and from Your rest. Let me not stray from relying on You solely. Amen.”

Wiping her eyes, Taylor got out of her car and entered through the back door into Sunnyside Daycare.

Crossing through the kitchen, she went through the baby room, pausing briefly beside a sleeping angel named Aldo. He was the youngest baby they had at Sunnyside, only eight weeks old. Surveying his closed eyes, her lips curled into a smile. Babies held a special part of her heart. Newborns were the freshest look into the creation of God.

Kayla, one of the two who was working in the room at the time, was with the toddlers a few feet away from the cribs, reading them a story.

Exiting the room, she glanced in at the preschoolers who were working on their morning worksheets with Karen, her preschool teacher. Seeing the children all sitting at their tables quietly working, she lifted a prayer of thanks before continuing into the office.

Setting her purse down, she powered on her computer and cut through the preschool room and into the kitchen to get some coffee.

“The Donahues are three weeks late now.” Nicole sighed as she walked in through the back door.

Taylor poured a cup of coffee and took a sip as she turned toward her.

“I’ll talk to their father when they get picked up today. He usually picks them up.”

“Okay.” Nicole came closer and her voice shifted to a lighter tone. “How’s everything going at home?”

Though Nicole didn’t outright say it, she knew what she meant—how were things with Sam. Nicole and Taylor had been friends for nine years now, ever since they first met at the Small Business Association office in Lincoln City. Nicole was a receptionist at the time and loved the idea of a daycare. Through the years of knowing Taylor, she also had known Sam and had seen him progress in his difficulties at school. He had been kicked out of two schools within the last year and suspended once at the school he was currently attending.

“He’s unhappy with how things are in his life. I think that’s why he’s fighting in school again.”

Nicole nodded. “I couldn’t imagine how it must be to live like that.”

“What do you mean ‘like that’?”

Shrugging, she came closer. “Without a father.”

Taylor’s heart jerked. A twinge of pain settled into the depths of her soul. “Maybe it’s time that I tell him.”

Parting ways from Nicole in the kitchen, Taylor made her way back to the office and sat down. Bowing her head, she began to pray the same prayer she had prayed more times than she could count.

“You work all things together for good, and I will wait upon You for that good now and forever.”


Carrying a bucket of paint in each of his hands, Blake’s forehead was damp with sweat as he made his way in through the entrance of Scottsdale Community Church and down the hallway to the youth room. As he walked in through the doorway, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. With a huff, he set the paint cans down on the table and retrieved his phone from his jeans.

Seeing his old friend from seminary’s name, Jim Stewart, flash across the screen brought a smile to lips. He tapped Answer.



They both laughed.

Wiping his brow with his forearm, Blake turned toward the half-dozen youths who were busy painting the walls inside the youth room. “To what do I owe this pleasure, brother?”

“Straight to business.”

A grin curled on his lips as he nodded. “You know me.”

“Well, I miss you and I have a sudden opening in my youth group over here in your hometown of Lincoln City.”

Uneasiness filled Blake, and he took the call out in the hallway. “You know I’m a church planter here in Arizona with Troy. It’s what I was called into the ministry to do. I don’t run youth groups.”

“Right, I know. This is just temporary until I can get someone in here full-time. I figured you might want a break from the heat of Arizona. Return to your hometown for a bit. We have a place for you to stay and will even pay you to run the youth group.”

Blake hadn’t set foot in the coastal town of Lincoln City more than once since he left for college ten years ago. His only visit was for one day to attend his father’s private funeral four years ago.

“What’s she up to these days?”


Blake started to walk further down the hallway, away from the youth room. “Don’t play dumb with me, Jim. You know who. I told you about her when you first landed in that town after we finished seminary.”

He laughed. “I know, I’m just playing. She’s good, man. Seems happy. She and Sam seem to be everywhere since she started volunteering in the children’s ministry every Sunday last year. Come to find out she runs a daycare here locally.”

His pulse jumped. Is Sam her boyfriend? He decided not to prod on the subject. “She’s in the children’s ministry? I can’t risk running into her.”

“Why not? It’s been a decade, dude.”

Sighing as he leaned against the wall, Blake thought about the last time he had seen her. The miscarriage, the heartache, the parting of ways. Her losing the child was the hardest thing he had ever endured, aside from losing her and his father.

Silence followed the next moment, then Jim broke it. “Pray about it, man. It might be time to bury that coffin of a relationship. Could be healthy.”

“Okay, I’ll pray about it.”

“That’s all I can ask, brother.”

Hanging up with Jim, Blake tossed around the idea of returning to Lincoln City the rest of the afternoon. He was about done with the current church plant and had been looking to move into another church plant over in downtown Phoenix, but he and Troy hadn’t found an affordable property yet. The phone call was almost too perfect of a coincidence not to be divinely inspired. Either way, Blake knew he’d need to spend time waiting on the Lord for an answer on what to do.

Arriving at dinner that evening at Vincent, an upscale French restaurant on Camelback Road in Phoenix, he joined up with his friend Troy.

Sitting down almost twenty minutes late, he apologized. “We got caught up in conversation with the youths about next week’s trip to Hurricane Harbor.”

Finishing his drink of water, Troy set the glass down on the table. “I almost thought you forgot.”

“Why are we here again at this fancy pants restaurant?”

Troy laughed. “It’s opening night and I want to show my brother Paul that I support his efforts in business.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Blake took a drink of his water. “How’s Paul doing?”

“Great.” Troy opened his hands as he looked around the restaurant. “It’s a nice place to eat! I know most restaurants fail, but I think this one has a real shot. Good location.”

“I agree.”

The waiter soon arrived at their table and took their orders. As he walked away, Blake was reminded of his conversation with Jim. Troy, Jim, and Blake were all roommates at Dallas Theological Institute for seminary.

“Jim called.”

“Good ol’ Jimmy? What’s he up to these days? Is he still drinking gallons of soda and playing video games?”

Blake laughed. “I don’t know. But he wants me to come fill in for the youth group for a bit.”

Troy raised an eyebrow. “A youth group? You don’t do youth groups. We plant churches.”

“That’s true, but I’ve also done some youth group stuff.” He laughed. “I’m doing youth group stuff right now, in fact!”

Troy shrugged a shoulder. “Go. I think you should go and see your ex-girlfriend Molly.”

“Her name is Taylor. You think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I do. You avoid that town like the plague, brother. You only went one day for your father’s funeral!”

Uneasiness filled Blake. “Why do I need to see her? It’s not like I have feelings for a girl I dated in high school ten years ago.”

“If you don’t have feelings for her, then go and get some closure.”

Shooing a hand through the air, Blake shook his head. “No. I don’t need closure. Things just ended painfully a long time ago for her and me. I don’t want to deal with seeing her.”

“You don’t want to deal with it? What if one of the people you’ve counseled over the years spoke like that? Not wanting to deal with difficulty in their life? What would you tell them?”

Pausing, Blake laughed as he nodded and smiled. “You have me there. I’d tell them that being a faithful God-honoring Christ follower requires you to deal with things. I think this might be different, though.”

Troy smiled and took a swig of his water. “Blake, stop deceiving yourself. Have I ever steered you wrong?”


“Then listen to me when I say go. You’re not one to turn anyone away when they need help, and for some reason, you avoid Lincoln City. If it’s all because of this woman, I say you really need to go.”

Blake was quiet but contemplative as the words of his close co-worker in the Lord trickled down into his soul. His whole adult life, he had avoided his hometown, avoided seeing Taylor again, avoided the pain of the past.

“Can you do something for me, Blake?”

“Sure, Troy. What is it?”

“Pray about it before you make a decision.”

“Will do.”

“By the way, I’m keeping my eye on this place in downtown Phoenix. It’s supposed to be going on the market in the coming months. It’s right in the price point we can do.”

“Awesome. You think they’ll sell it to us?”

“We have to pray that they do. It’s just going to take some time.”




A Christian Romance Novel About A Secret Baby

Good Christian romance novels need to deal with the messy stuff in life and that’s what you’ll find when you pick up a copy of this T.K. Chapin novel. Handled gracefully and in a way you’ll love reading.

Through much prayer and consideration, T.K. Chapin has fashioned this story into a piece of Christian literature that will bless you in reading and encourage you in your walk with Christ.

About The Author

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The Christian Author Who Keeps God At The Center Of Everything.

T.K. CHAPIN is an award-winning Inspirational Christian Romance and fiction author who designs his stories to inspire and tug on your heartstrings.

He believes that telling authentic stories of faith, love, and family helps build the faith of believers while inviting non-believers into the reality of God.

Each story highlights how God can work in the lives of those who follow Him.

Chapin gives all credit for his writing and storytelling abilities to God. The majority of his stories take place in and around his hometown of Spokane Washington.

Chapin & his wife reside in Southeast Idaho and have three children.

When not writing, he enjoys traveling, swimming, and spending time with friends & family.

Vision For Christian Romance Novels With Realistic Characters

Christian romance novels are often just about two people falling in love, but it goes far beyond just that in T.K. Chapin books.

Real-to-life stories about realistic people are in every single book that Chapin writes.

People struggle with their life and sometimes their faith, Chapin captures that in every story he tells.

If you’re looking for a Christian romance novel that not only entertains but also inspires, pick up a copy of one of the many titles T.K. Chapin has published.

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As a Christian author, speaker and entrepreneur, it’s T.K. Chapin’s hope and desire to help build the Kingdom of God for His glory alone. It’s through the stories, articles, and connections with others that this is made possible.

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Branch Publishing (April 10, 2020)

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