CHRISTmas is almost here! Have you finished your list yet for friends, family, co-workers? If you are still looking for that perfect gift, consider giving one of Lynda Doty's books--autographed especially for Christmas 2009! Each of Lynda's books carries a special message of salvation and deliverance, and her novels are based on true stories.

For the history buffs and novel readers on your list, Lynda recommends THE LADY IN WHITE. This unusual mystery weaves the power of prayer and salvation throughout a story that takes place in the Deep South--both today, and during the Civil War.

Here's the deal: Buy one THE LADY IN WHITE, get one free--just for CHRISTmas. Order one THE LADY IN WHITE from "A Woman's Place." When your first book is shipped, your free one will be added at no cost to you.

Here, for your enjoyment and to "tease" you, is the Prologue from A LADY IN WHITE:

Prologue

The last thing Rebecca remembered before she finally drifted off into a fitful sleep was the clock in the hall chiming 2:00. Suddenly she was jolted wide awake. She sat straight up in the bed, listening for whatever sound had awakened her. She froze, listening. The stranger with the gun—was he in the house?  Her eyes skimmed the room, but saw nothing out of place. The room was mostly in shadows, barely illuminated by a streetlight near the driveway entrance. She continued sitting there a few more moments, listening. Hearing nothing, she finally lay back down and settled against the pillow.

She lay stiffly in the darkness, her mind racing. Just as she was beginning to relax, she sensed something out of place. When she opened her eyes, the room appeared lighter, a faint golden glow. This time she sat up very slowly, propping herself on her elbow. The glow was coming from the hallway. Her eyes fixed on the open door, as the light grew brighter. Rebecca sensed that someone was coming down the hall with some kind of light.

She made herself sit up straight and leaned against the headboard. This thing will not intimidate me! She called out, “Who’s there?” There was no answer, but the light seemed to halt. “Who is there?” she repeated.  The only answer was the light beginning to glow brighter, as whatever it was began to move again. It kept coming.

Rebecca felt dizzy. Her mouth was incredibly dry. She wanted a drink of the water on the nightstand, but could not move. Her mind registered the odd feeling of actually being frozen in time and space. Her eyes, round and wide, continued to watch, as the light grew brighter still until, finally, Rebecca saw the source of it.

In her doorway stood a figure, and Rebecca could see that it was a woman. A lady in white. Rebecca could only see the outline of the lady—and she was carrying a lantern. She stood straight and still, framed in the doorway. Rebecca sensed the eyes of the lady fixed upon her.

Rebecca held her breath, unable even to move her finger. She had never believed in ghosts and she refused to start now.

Then, with a barely discernable nod of the head, the figure turned and began to move towards the direction from which it had come. As Rebecca watched, fascinated, the light continued to grow dim, until it finally disappeared. Rebecca once again was enveloped in darkness….