Breach of Trust - Author, DiAnn Mills

When a reader picks up a book by DiAnn Mills, she wants them to expect an adventure – and she certainly delivers in her novel, Breach of Trust. I’ve read her work for years and this novel quickly became one of my favorites. This is the first book in Diann’s faith-based Call of Duty series.

In Breach of Trust, Mikaela Olsson (Paige Rogers) is a likeable CIA operative who’s forced to go undercover in a small town in order to protect herself and her family. She must keep her true identity a secret from not only friends in the community, but someone she’s grown to love. Then one day, when her life is endangered, she can no longer hide the truth.

DiAnn wondered how Christian CIA operatives deal with activities that might conflict with their faith and what they’re required to do in safeguarding our country. What kind of ethics do they ultimately need to live by? She found a way to show that Mikaela could resolve that issue.

I recommend going on an adventure. You’ll find it in Breach of Trust.

Back cover copy . . .

Paige Rogers is a former CIA operative who lost all she treasured seven years ago when her entire team was killed in a covert mission. She blames their leader – Daniel Keary – whom Paige believes betrayed them. Disillusioned and afraid for her life, she disappears and starts a new life as a small-town librarian.

But when Keary announces his candidacy for governor of her state, he comes after Paige to ensure that she won’t ruin his bid for office. He threatens everything she holds dear, and Paige must choose between the life of hiding that has become her refuge . . . or risking everything in one last, desperate attempt to right old wrongs.

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BONUS - For Writers and Those Wanting to Write
DiAnn's road to publication

One in a Million
By DiAnn Mills

Every writer has a story. Some of the behind-the-scenes events strike a gallant pose of purpose and education and inspiration, while others are mediocre in the laborious uphill climb to the city on the hill called Publishedville. If I had majored in creative writing in college and had earned a MA or PhD that elevated me to best-seller potential, or if I had written for a prominent newspaper or magazine, or if I had been a journalist during the Gulf War, then I could see a prestigious journey toward novel publication. But that’s not how God mapped my journey.

I wrote my first book in second grade. The story was a western, and every chapter ended with the hero riding off in the west. Are you surprised? The story filled a Big Chief writing pad, and all my little friends assured me it would be a success. I also wrote scads of poetry that I hid. Actually the older I became, the more I hid my stories and poetry.

Many years later, I still struggled with wanting to write a book, but I didn’t have the self-confidence (guts) to simply begin. I’d sensed a calling for years, and even realized that God wanted me to write fiction. The urging from God was strong, but I feared every aspect of the writing process. I did nothing except dream about writing and conjure up stories in my head and make the infamous claim of “someday I’m going to write a book.” How sad it is to hold onto a dream, know it is from God, and yet have too many fears and doubts to take a leap of faith.

One day, my husband said, “Stop telling me that someday you’re going to write a book. Just do it! Quit your job and see what you can do. I give you one year.”

I’ve never been one who could turn my back on a challenge. My personality defies anyone who tells me I can’t do something. So I took him up on his dare and began gathering the tools needed to learn the art of writing. This was my new full-time job. I began reading the books about the craft, underlining those things that I wanted to emulate and remember. I read novels by authors I admired and respected in the genre in which I wanted to write. I joined writing groups and participated in discussions and critiques, and I attended writing conferences. I learned about computers, and I wrote every day—whether I felt like it or not. I prayed for guidance, wisdom, and to overcome my fears. Note the number of “I’s” in this list. That’s because I had to be the one to do the work with an understanding that God would work through me. I had to be the one willing to pay the price, and I would be the one who, through the help of God, would reach publication.

Do you understand that determination is a required characteristic?

In the first year, I sold magazine articles, short stories, and devotions while working on my first novel: a historical romance. My first published piece was sold to Mature Living about my dad’s pet robin in the hills of Kentucky during the depression. Two years after the “challenge,” the historical novel was released by Barbour Publishing for their Heartsong Presents line. And I didn’t go back to my old job.

I continued to write contemporary and suspense fiction for Barbour for a number of years. Along the way a nonfiction book about the Lost Boys of Sudan graced the retailers’ shelves, as well as other full-length novels. Now I’m writing suspense for one publishing house and historical novels for another. My mind is always full of story ideas.

At times, I attempt to see a pattern of publication, something I could pass on to new writers. But my rocky climb isn’t a step-by-step career ladder. Instead, it’s a constant striving to improve skills and to pass on what I learn to other writers. For those beginning their writing ministry—and it is a ministry—I recommend being diligent and approaching the writing process as a job. The Bible says to work as though working for the Lord, and that means giving your best. Above all, I do believe I’ve been blessed with publication because of a deep-rooted belief that I should help others improve their skills. Whatever I discover or learn mean nothing to me unless I pass on the information--a pay-it-forward mindset.

This is what I want to leave you. All the stories have been written. It’s up to the writer to develop the craft and shape the story into something beautiful and lasting. On your journey, remember how you felt when you were struggling and needed answers and guidance. Encourage others and understand it’s all about glorifying God with our gifts and talents.

A Fire Made Easter Unforgettable

Like many people, I have fond childhood memories of Easter.

I enjoyed gluing cotton ball bunnies and coloring paper eggs so they could be displayed on the classroom bulletin board.

Thriving on anything that provided a creative outlet, I loved dipping white hard boiled eggs into cups filled with liquid colors of the rainbow and watching them emerge changed.

Before church, I hunted throughout the house for my own basket filled with candy - and possibly a jump rope, jacks, or coloring book.

Then I’d put on a new frilly dress, shiny patent leather shoes, white anklets with delicate lace around the edges, and some years, even an Easter bonnet. Then we’d walk to church and share in a pancake breakfast before the service.

But one Easter experience left an impression that will never be forgotten . . .

The day was sunny and bright. Relatives arrived at our home after church to have a traditional ham dinner. I played with my cousins, and probably ate far too much chocolate.

It was still early in the afternoon when the local fire alarm sounded. A commotion arose within our home. We lived only two blocks from the church and had a perfect view of the building – engulfed in flames.

The volunteer fire station was located next to the church. My father, one of the volunteers, joined others as they attempted to put out the fire. Much of our small Mayberry-type community arrived to watch the old church burn to the ground. Nothing was saved. Later it was determined that faulty wiring in the kitchen caused the fire.

My grandfather took a multitude of photos, so I’ve been able to look back and be reminded of the blaze. The visuals are amazing.

The community was devastated that Easter Sunday.

But, here’s the thing . . .

People rallied and a new church was built on the same spot, but larger in order to accommodate growth and needs. The bell that hung in the old steeple, but now black and cracked from the fire, is displayed on the front lawn as a memorial.

I still look back on that day and the lesson learned.

The old church died, but out of ashes came new life.

New life because people didn’t give up. They believed in rebuilding and going on. They believed that what the church provided was life-giving.

What a better day than Easter for such an example of life coming from death.

Sometimes we’re faced with what feels like death because the situation is so difficult emotionally, physically, mentally, or spiritually. It may be caused by divorce, a death of a loved one, a job loss, an addiction, or an assortment of many things.

But when life gets a little tough – we shouldn’t give up.

With God’s help, we too can rise up from the ashes and start over. We can experience not only a “new” life – but very possibly, a “better” life.

Christ took on the sins of the world and died in order to give us eternal life.
Just like a new church rising out of the ashes, we’re given a new chance to start over every day.

He is risen! He is risen, indeed!

This Easter, celebrate life!


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