One Tuesday Lunch: An Unexpected Romance Novel (A Contemporary Christian Fiction Romance) (Diamond Lake Series Book 6)

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With a dead-end job in a small town, Miley finds herself bored and longing for change. When it comes in the form of a gorgeous stranger, she’s pleasantly surprised until he’s arrested for murder. Could her long awaited love be a murderer? Or are things not what they appear. Find out in the latest installment of the Diamond Lake Series by T.K. Chapin.

From the best-selling Inspirational Romance Author comes a story that will keep you turning the pages in anticipation of what happens next.

One Tuesday Lunch is book six in the Diamond Lake Series by T.K. Chapin.

****Can be read as a standalone

 

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An unexpected romance novel, One Tuesday Lunch will have you turning the pages until the very end. A must-read Christian romance.

Story Sample from One Tuesday Lunch:

Sliding my index finger around the rim of my cola at Dixie’s Diner, I sat in a booth, attempting to enjoy the last few minutes of my lunch break. Attempting was all I was doing, though, I couldn’t shake my latest funk I was in. I hadn’t been out on a date in three months, and the only friend I saw outside of Serenah was my co-workers, which were not really ‘friends.’ My hopes of starting night school this coming spring were reduced to a pile of rubble last week. My own fault, of course. A run down to the Newport Emergency Room for a late-night visit because I thought something was wrong has a way of costing a bit more on the back end, as in I hit a curb in the parking lot and had to get my bumper repaired. The funny thing is my abnormal heartbeat I went in for fixed itself before I ever saw a doctor. They still ran a slew of tests at my request. Perhaps, part of me wanted something to be wrong. It’d given the daily mundane drip of life a bit of flavor.

The routines of day in and day out work were wearing thin on me. With no savings and the only money I ever saw coming in was in the form of crumpled dollar bills stuck between salt and pepper shakers on tables, I felt stuck.

Life wasn’t supposed to be this way.

“Miley,” Wendy, my manager, said with that same dry, stern voice that I had come to loathe over the years. She’s never been the same after her husband of twenty years left her for his secretary years ago.

“Yeah?” What I wanted to say I couldn’t. She’d fire me if I told her to leave me alone on my lunch hour. That wouldn’t be kind either, though, and I think I’m a fairly nice person. At least, that’s the image I try to keep up when I’m around people. They don’t see or hear the thoughts I have on the inside.

“I need you to take an order to a man that moved into Paul’s old place up the road. You know where I’m talking about?”

“Yes.” Paul was a frequent customer before he passed away a couple of years ago. “The old blue house on Claremont Street?”

“A simple ‘yes’ would have been sufficient. The order will be ready after your break; it’s already paid for.” She turned and went back to the manager’s office without another word, slamming the door behind her. Cringing at the sound, I thought, what a miserable life she must live. To let the pain of the past dictate and seep into the future. I had my moments too, though they were secret, in the comfort of my own home.

After finishing my break, I picked up the order and headed out the door. The sun shone brightly that afternoon, but it did little to warm me. Early January wasn’t exactly the best time of year for a walk, but I surely wasn’t going to waste gas driving. Plus, I’d enjoy every second of time outside of that diner. A little chill in the air wasn’t going to stop me.

The thought of calling in sick crossed my mind daily as I would lay in bed and dread getting up only to go to work. The work itself wasn’t the issue—it was the boss. At least when Charlotte and Serenah worked with me, I had a friendly face to look forward to. They made the painful experience of working under Wendy at least bearable. Diego did also. It was too bad Diego quit a couple of months ago after being chastised for being five minutes late, he couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t like that woman.

Arriving at the sidewalk in front of the old blue house, I fidgeted with the gate on the chain link fence. It was jammed. It appeared rusty and crusted over with snow and ice. It made me curious how often it was used. Finally, after a few smacks and a couple of yanks, I got the gate open. Walking up the crumbling walkway to the house, I could hear a faint bark coming from inside the house. Please don’t have a big dog, I thought to myself as I came to the door.

I knocked.

The muffled sound of footsteps shuffling around inside mingled with the anxious bark of a dog. Spotting a small table on the porch near the door beside a chair, I noticed a small metal box not bigger than the size of a can of tuna. It had a combination lock on it. Part of me wanted to go look, but then the door opened.

“What do you want?” an attractive yet hostile appearing man asked, gripping the door with white knuckles.

I froze, saying nothing.

“Who are you?” the man demanded grumpily. His unshaven stubble on his chin was just enough to give him a rugged look. He took a hop through the doorway toward me as he held himself up with a hand against the door frame. He glanced to his left and then to his right at the neighbors’ houses. I did notice he was missing leg, but I didn’t look. My eyes couldn’t shy away from his gaze when he turned it back on me.

Taking a step back, my heart raced. “Miley. I’m from Dixie’s Diner . . . I’m delivering your order.”

“Oh.” He dropped his hand that was clutched to the door jamb. His face softened, and his tone lightened. “Sorry about that.” A part of me still felt uneasy, maybe even a little scared—scared to appreciate just how easy he was on the eyes. Every muscle in my body was rattling like a window on a house near a set of train tracks. My mind was still fixated on that look he gave me a moment earlier.

“Here,” I said, shooting out my hand. Once he took the plastic sack with his meal from my hand, I turned and left, nerves still rattling as I walked away. Once I got to the sidewalk and out of his sight, I booked it back to the diner.

Arriving back at Dixie’s Diner, I discovered Wendy had already left. That was probably for the best because I was about to walk up to her and quit for making me do that. There had to be some rule about not endangering employees. Home trips weren’t part of this job when I signed up, especially home trips to attractive, crazy men who could crush me with one hand. After speaking with Melanie, another server, for a few minutes after I returned, I was able to calm down and hand it over to God. That part was hard . . . for me, at least. Handing it all over to God required letting it go. I do love God, pray and read my Bible daily, but I often find myself struggling to let go of controlling certain parts of my life. I struggle to not let my emotions take the steering wheel in the heat of a moment.

I was off by three that afternoon, so I decided to pay a visit to the wisest friend I had—Serenah. She always seemed to give all to God. She was so inspiring to me. My heart longed to someday be like that woman in my own walk with Christ. After the incident, I clung to the idea of visiting with her the rest of my shift. She would know how to help calm my anger toward Wendy.

She was good like that.

When Brody Jenkins and I broke up, I was an absolute wreck. I think I went through more tissues and chocolate covered raisins in a period of a week than most people do in a lifetime. Anyway, Serenah was there immediately after I told her about the breakup. She stayed with me for a couple of days and helped me through it. She was the best.

Arriving to the inn, I parked and went up to the door. Giving the door a few good knocks, I stepped back and waited.

Charlie answered. He looked tired, worn out. “Hey.” His voice was cold as the cool, still air of winter. “Serenah’s not feeling too well today, Miley.”

“Oh.” His words shattered my hopes in an instant. I wanted to speak to her, tell her about the difficulties with Wendy. It had been a while since I saw her last, probably about a month’s time. It was at the funeral for Emma, Serenah already had a cute baby bump at the time. Charlie must have sensed something was wrong with me. He turned and hollered into the living room, asking Serenah if she wanted to see me. She insisted he invite me in, which brought a smile to my face and a touch of warmth to my heart. Serenah was a good person. I think that quality came to her naturally.

Charlie led me inside.

Finding her lying on the couch with a dark blue checkered blanket draped over her lap and a washcloth on her forehead, my smile fell away.

Serenah looked worn out. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face had a pale, ghostly appearance. If I were a good person, like she, I would have turned around and not bothered. But I was a bit selfish. I felt helpless over the situation with Wendy. I was going to go mad if I didn’t figure out a way to cope. I needed my friend. A dose of her Heavenly wisdom might be the key to unlocking happiness and bliss. Probably not, but she’d know what I could do to help myself.

I sat down in the chair that was adjacent to the couch she was on. Charlie came over to Serenah and bent a knee to remove the washcloth. Leaning in, he kissed her forehead and took the rag into the kitchen. He was so gentle, so kind to her. My heart longed for a man like that, one who cared.

“First off, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well . . . hope everything is okay with the baby?”

She nodded. “Don’t worry about me. Please, go ahead.”

“I’m struggling at Dixie’s . . .” I admitted. Going on, I told her about what happened with the delivery and how I had anger with Wendy. After I got done venting all, she didn’t speak right away but rolled onto her side and reached down to the floor between the coffee table and the couch. Peering down, I saw her fingers searching the floor.

“Can you see my Bible?” she asked finally, glancing over at me.

Surveying the carpet, I saw it. It was on the far end of the couch on the floor. Standing up, I went over and picked it up for her. Serenah slowly scooted her body to sit up. Each movement looked like it ached. I handed her the Bible. Her fingers slipped right in, and she began flipping pages as I sat down on the couch.

“Here we go.” She stopped flipping pages. Her eyes followed lines of verses until she stopped and looked up at me with a smile. She handed me the Bible, and I took it into my lap as she said, “Verses 23 and 24.”

 

  1. Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, 24. Since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.

Colossians 3:23-24

 

It was the exact passage I needed. Looking up from the page, I saw her still beaming with a smile through the pain of illness. Sick and unable to take care of her daily tasks around the inn, she still kept hold of her joy in the Lord. Her poise and level-headedness were admirable. “How do I do it, though?”

“It’s simply choosing to, Miley.” The fireplace popped, and she looked over. “We have a new set of choices every single day of our lives. We have to choose God, not people.”

Closing the Bible, I stood up and set it down on the coffee table. “In the heat of the moment, I can’t help but act emotionally and out of control. I don’t know how to stop it.”

“It starts with your inner life, Miley. Your soul. If you spend your time worrying or fretting or focusing on the bad things going on, you’re going to have more bad days than you wish.”

Shaking my head, I said, “But my circumstances—”

Serenah raised a hand. “Your circumstances change from day to day, moment to moment. You can’t let those superficial moments on the top level have an effect on the lower levels. Right? If Wendy freaks out and screams, you have a choice. Ignore it and focus on something good that’s going on. It’s not a perfect system because we are not perfect. We need God.”

Letting a bitter laugh escape my lips as I clung to ‘focus on something good,’ I shook my head. “Something good?”

“Yeah,” Serenah retorted. Her tone was becoming impatient. “You’re not dead, you have a car, you’re not hungry . . . you didn’t get beat up last night.” Surprised she would make a mention of her past, I raised an eyebrow. She shook her head. “Sorry. Just put God first and feed the good thoughts in your life. The rest will follow.”

“It makes sense.” Glancing over the couch and to the lake, I asked, “How have your numbers for the inn been going?”

Shrugging, she snuggled back under her blanket, lying prone as Charlie came in with a damp washcloth. He placed it on her forehead. She looked at me. “It’s been a hard winter. Fewer guests.”

Charlie added, “Yep. Jody always had rougher winters. The good season helps float the off-season. Luckily at the will reading we found out we inherited the diner also, so that helps float us.”

“Well, that’s good at least,” I replied. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I saw I was running late for my hair appointment with Chantelle at Sally’s Beauty Salon in Newport. “I have to get going. Thanks for the chat, Serenah. You always know what to say.” Going over to her, I bent down and gave her a hug.

“Anytime, gal.”

Releasing from our embrace, I said, “Thank you for everything.”

“Hey, don’t forget that we have that Feed the Hungry thing in three days.”

“I know. The tenth, right?”

She nodded. Feed the Hungry was a group that our Sunday school class from Newport Christ Community agreed to help out within the city. Serenah and I decided to go along with a few others on the tenth of January in the early morning—five, to be exact. As I left the inn, I thought about how she had already emailed me, texted me and posted a comment on my Facebook wall reminding me about being there at five on the tenth. It was annoying, but Serenah wanted to make sure it didn’t turn into last year’s event. Nobody showed but her out of the eight who agreed. It made sense why she was so obsessive with the reminders.

 

 

An Unexpected Romance Novel You Will Enjoy Reading

This story dives into the topic of trusting God and relying on His perfect will in our lives. It can be hard to pick God over our feelings at times, but it’s always best to be sure. This story is one I know you’ll love. Inspirational fiction characters that you can root for fill the pages of this story and that’s why I recommend this unexpected romance novel.

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

Christian Author T.K. Chapin Portrait

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.

The Vision

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.

Additional information

ASIN ‏ : ‎

B01MRWILFZ

Publisher ‏ : ‎

Branch Publishing (December 11, 2016)

Publication date ‏ : ‎

December 11, 2016

Language ‏ : ‎

English

File size ‏ : ‎

2727 KB

Simultaneous device usage ‏ : ‎

Unlimited

Text-to-Speech ‏ : ‎

Enabled

Screen Reader ‏ : ‎

Supported

Enhanced typesetting ‏ : ‎

Enabled

X-Ray ‏ : ‎

Not Enabled

Word Wise ‏ : ‎

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Print length ‏ : ‎

160 pages

Page numbers source ISBN ‏ : ‎

1541076087

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#1,524 in Religious Romance (Books)

Customer Reviews:

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