Endorsement by Pastor Bill Snow

Well....I finished it last night. Lynn Lacher's Novel-"The Lick Skillet Coffee Club." It was outstanding. I enjoyed every page. It's a faith based novel that is filled with intrigue and mystery. Lynn, your a professional-the words slide across the page like a well written novel should. I looked forward to every chapter and really want to read it again. It could be a movie or a Bible Study....certainly a small group discussion would have a lot to talk about. Either way-I highly recommend this book. Maybe it was just me-but I enjoyed the read.....It wrapped the stories of people's lives around their past and all came together at the end..and it points toward Christ....wow...Thanks Lynn....You ought to sell a million of them....(and if you do could the proceeds continue to go to the building fund??? hehehe-kiddin...love ya... and GREAT JOB.

The Lick Skillet Coffee Club Book Signing at Southern Girl Coffee

Come and purchase a book and try a

Lick Skillet Coffee Club Latte!

Book Signing at Southern Girl Coffee 

in Oxford, Alabama 

on Saturday, October 27, 2018

 4:00 PM - 7:00 PM!

Excerpt from The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

May Johnston was rounding a sharp turn on Habersham Road when she heard and felt the rear tire explode. Of all the luck! The interstate was only minutes away. The thought of it had been foremost in her mind, an expanse of concrete drawing her minute by minute, capable of speeding her to the safety of the Birmingham airport and flight from Beatrice.

            The car came to rest on the shoulder of the road, and she was grateful that it had not slid over the crest into the deepening ravine. She had never changed a tire by herself.  There had only been one other time in her life she experienced a flat tire, and that was the day Frank Littlejohn stopped to help her before leaving town for good.

            She pushed the trunk release from inside and the trunk lid sprang open. Climbing out, she angrily slammed the door, remembering just as it latched that the automatic lock was engaged and her keys were still in the ignition. 

            Her thoughts raced. She could change the tire and then break the glass in the door. At this point it didn’t matter. She would have to hurry. She rushed around the car, and discovered that it was her right rear that had been punctured. She hurriedly looked into the trunk, and dug out what she knew to be the jack. She spotted the replacement in the tire well. What was this?  It certainly didn’t look the same as the one she’d used years ago. That tire had been real. This looked like it would collapse from the weight of the car.  

            She loosened the bolts that held the spare in place and broke several nails. As she lifted the spare from the trunk, the wind increased and a few drops of rain whipped against her face. She dropped the spare to the ground by the flattened culprit, and the rain increased to a deluge. The small excuse for a spare tire shuddered on the edge of the ditch, now incredibly filling with water, and plunged down the red clay wall into its depths.

            May stared at it, caught on the edge of a protruding rock, and made her choice. The footing was treacherous. Before long she plummeted several feet into the churning water. Drenched and covered with red mud, she grabbed the tire and crawled back up the bank. Just as she surfaced from the trench, she thought she heard a car door slam, and rapid footsteps approaching her. Through the escalating downpour, a hand extended, and, she quickly grabbed it as her feet gave way beneath her.

            The man pulled her from the ditch, and she glanced through the down pour to see who he might be. She shook violently. This was terribly reminiscent of her other flat tire experience, from the bad weather to the rescue from a muddy ditch. It was almost as if Frank was standing there.

Mike, however, stood beneath a large stadium umbrella and regarded the woman who had appeared from the ravine. 

            “Going somewhere, May?” he asked solicitously, his umbrella covering both of them.

The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

Angie Mitchell was not feeling very fortunate to have Andy as a husband, not at this particular moment anyway. He’d been in a bad mood ever since he’d come home from the church. He’d rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a Moon Pie and a glass of raw cider, and escaped to the back yard. She wished he would stop drinking that stuff. The danger of bacteria always haunted her. And eating that Moon Pie would kill his appetite for supper. Silas’ death, even though he’d known it was coming, had not prepared him for the actual event. But there seemed to be something else bothering him. Getting him to open up was more than just a challenge. At times it was just a plain impossibility, and she was honestly tired of making the effort. She had tried to come to terms with the hurt that Silas’ relationship with Andy had caused, but now his death had brought the submerged pain again to the surface.   Angie had yearned for such a bond with her husband, and had always believed that with Silas’ entrance into their lives, the possibility had died. Silas had always stood between them like a wall. She pulled a casserole from the oven, and turning to the window, saw Andy standing at the back fence, head lowered on his arms. His hair was tinted a rusty gold from the last rays of the evening sun, and the silent scene she was viewing, settled the turbulence of her bitter thoughts.  

Always unexpected, but so very precious to her, was the peace that now descended.  She breathed deeply, allowing her mind to clear. This was not a time to worry about what might have been. She finished setting the table, and, stepping on to the porch, called to him.  He took slow strides toward her.

“Becky called,” she said as he came through the back door.

“How’s she doing?”  

“Fine. She wanted to know if she should come home for the funeral.”

“Tuscaloosa’s too far. She doesn’t need to miss classes,” he replied, settling down at the table and saying a quick blessing. 

Angie handed him the roast beef. “She wanted to know how you’re doing,” she said quietly.

“What did do you tell her?” he inquired, his eyes suddenly reddening.

She watched him as he leaned forward, his fingers pressing into the table’s edge. 

“I told her that her daddy needed her,” she whispered.

Andy abruptly reached across the table and grasped her hand. She looked up from his tightening grip. His look pierced her.

“She’ll be in later this evening,” she said unevenly. “You want to eat now?”  

His clutch tightened more.

“Andy?”

Tears were streaming down his face.  She stood up quickly, and crossed to him. Kneeling beside him, she wrapped her arms around his heaving shoulders.

“Angie...”

 “Shh… Shh…,” she comforted.

“I can’t do this tomorrow.”

“Shh…, Andy, “she whispered, gently swaying back and forth with him, as she had with Becky as a child.

He tried to speak, but only choked on each word. As if each labored breath would be his last, he made the effort again. Her arms tightened around him, and as she soothed him, he finally spoke about Silas. Once begun, the depth of his agony overwhelmed Angie, who quietly wept, her heart also shredded, yet at the same time grateful for the miracle that was taking place in her arms.

Excerpt from The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

God hardly ever lets a person see how great a blessing he is in the lives of others.  Being blind to that fact made Silas potently effective in what he'd been able to give.

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Excerpt from The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

Guynelle reached up and smoothed away the worry lines that had formed on Clint’s forehead. Lifting her face to his, she kissed him hesitantly at first, and then, as he responded, returned the passion she had denied herself for so long. It was incredulous that she should experience such feelings, when she had been certain the years had passed her by. 

Clint had quietly become aware of her inexperience during the last two days. It amazed him that in this day and time, she had remained so innocent. Now it touched and moved him beyond words. He gently released her. 

“You’ll marry me before this gets out of hand?” 

              “Oh, yes,” she breathed, and raised her face to his again. “Very soon,” she whispered as she returned his kiss.

              A cough was heard, and they both emerged to view Constance standing only a few feet away, her face a wreath of smiles. 

              “Guynelle, oh, Guynelle,” she gushed like a young girl. “I’m sorry I interrupted, but it’s so wonderful!” Her tired face was completely transformed. “First Alice’s arrival and now this!”

Connie’s unexpected declaration moved her. Her love flowed freely and unreservedly. Guynelle realized that she would do nothing to spoil their friendship, the years they had left together. She would do everything within her power to keep Connie from ever knowing about Silas. It was over, and it was done. She stood, and, drawing Clint with her, pulled both Constance and Clint into her arms.

Copyright 2018 Lynn Lacher