What type book is this and what age range would be interested?
Christian inspirational romance for young adults to mature.
What made you want to write this book?
I wasn’t one who saw myself as a writer from childhood, however, I love literature and I did well in writing stories. Predestined Love came from my desire to write a romance about my time in Italy, but God changed the idea I had and included characters I didn’t even think of, which enhanced the story so much more and given it a purpose.
What can you tell us about the characters?
There is Maria- one of the main characters who prayed for God to send her a spouse and his choice because she by own choice only ended up getting used by men. Gary her best friend loved her and struggled with accepting her decision to embrace the man she believed God had sent. Then my favourite Peter, who had the courage to trust in his faith, holding on to the promise God gave him through an angel. In Maria’s case, I think readers will relate to her willingness to allow God to intervene when they see all their own efforts not working, and also how in doing so, they too face temptations to allow their flesh to act when pushed against the wall.
Gary, on the other hand, is a character many will identify with; knowing someone since their youth and later falling in love with them. Then had to watch then accept another that they say God send. Some would probably understand his anger- thinking to themselves if they aren’t good enough for God to choose them.
Peter is a strong character and will strengthen your faith when you find you are struggling with so many oppositions.
What will your readers gain from reading this book?
I would like readers to take from this book the message of trusting God while they wait, even then it looks hard. It’s a challenge I myself am facing at this present time and it’s these characters that I pull strength from.
Will you share a sample from the book?
Maria sat at the foot of her bed and propped her hands on the window ledge. She placed her chin upon them and stared outside, lost in thought and smiling with anticipation as she thought about her upcoming trip to Italy.
“This time, it’s going to be more exciting and adventurous than the first time around,” she stressed, “which was far too short to appreciate the romance and beauty of the city.”
All her life, she had wanted to experience love in all its splendour, and had never got to do so. Not that she wasn’t attractive—quite the opposite, she was beautiful. “You have a lovely smile, and beautiful brown eyes,” were most compliments she had received. Thirty-one years old, petite, 5 feet, with a light brown complexion and always cheerful.
It was a gift of hers, her smile. She would smile and cheer someone up. “Why can’t I find love?” she always asked herself. “I’m funny, spontaneous, romantic, honest and caring. I thought these were qualities men looked for,” she pondered.
She recalled how, in most of her relationships, she had always allowed her emotions to do all the thinking, which caused her to dive in much too soon.
“Ooh, that’s my problem,” she continued, raising her chin from her hands. “I have to allow myself more time to grow into any relationship that I enter. Then, I will know whether it is meant to be, and what is the man’s intention for the relationship. The next relationship I go into, I will do it God’s way.”
She smiled, thinking about falling in love, especially in a romantic country like Italy. The men there, she thought, were all so gorgeous and romantic.
Maria closed her eyes. “Lord Jesus, please help me find the man You made just for me. The one who will love me with all my flaws, and who will help me be the person You called me to be. Fill my heart with all the love You desire me to love him with.”
Once she ended her prayer, she smiled again, knowing that she could now trust God to bring someone He approved of for her.
“Maria, Maria!” Her mother, Gloria screamed with excitement as she rushed into her bedroom, holding a large envelope. “This is for you. I think it’s your plane ticket and travel documents sent from Italy.”
Jumping to her feet, Maria ran across the room towards her mum and took the envelope. She ripped it open, and her eyes widened. It was indeed her anticipated travel papers. She had got accepted as a volunteer at Santa Lucia’s Orphanage and also favoured to receive piano lessons from the world-famous pianist, Signor Antonio Russo.
Signor Russo, the orphanage’s founder, had favoured her upon reading her application letter and seeing that her goal in life was to learn to play the piano and create inspirational music to uplift others.
Maria grabbed her mum and danced across the room as excitement filled her lungs.
Later that night as she laid on her bed reflecting on how much closer her relationship with God had become and how many times He had rescued her, she decided to pray. “Lord Jesus, help me give You my best while on this volunteer program.”
A week passed, and Maria had all her things packed and ready to go. Her younger siblings, Zack by 13 years and Sarah by 9 years, were there to see her off. At the airport, her mum broke into tears, as Maria was the closest of all the kids to her mum. It would be one year before she saw her mum again, and she cried too. After everyone had embraced, she boarded the aeroplane.
Maria sat at Gatwick Airport, suitcase tucked between her legs, and people-watched in boredom. Passengers walked by in all direction to board their respective planes. She must have shifted in her seat a dozen times already, trying to ease the numbness in her buttocks, as she waited to board her flight to Rome. She groaned aloud after looking up at the clock on the wall, causing a male passenger sitting next to her to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she asked with pouted lips and narrowed eyes. “Do you know what it’s like to wait for a plane for almost eight hours in one airport?”
“Well,” he began softly, “yes, I do. I’m heading to Germany, and I’ve been walking around in this airport almost seven hours already, with another thirty minutes to go.”
Maria stared at the young man, who looked to be a few years older than she was. His clear blue eyes and perfect smile made his features seem friendly, and this made her relax a bit. “Well, good for you; but when I get to Rome, I still have to sit for another long hour before I get a plane to Sicily. I just hate such long journeys,” she whined.
“What time is your flight from here?” he asked.
She looked at her watch and sighed, causing the man to chuckle. “In another 45 minutes,” she responded, giggling when she saw him laughing at her.
“Well, we can talk a bit more until my flight comes, to keep from just watching the clock,” he offered with a pleasant smile.
“That would be nice.”
“I’m Steven, and I’m from South Africa, but have been living and working in Germany for the past six years now. I just went home to visit relatives on my vacation. It was so nice to see all their faces again.” He chuckled.
“You have such a gorgeous smile,” she said and smiled back. “I’m Maria, and I’m from Jamaica. I’m going to volunteer at an orphanage in Italy. It’s owned by a famous pianist, who will also be giving me piano lessons. I’m so excited,” she said with feeling.
They continued to share little things about themselves until interrupted by an announcement over the loudspeakers in the airport. Flight 0125A to Munich, Germany, now boarding at Gate #3.
“That’s me.” Steven stood to his feet. “It was nice talking to you, Maria. I wish you well when you get to Italy.” He extended his hand to her.
She shook it. “All the best to you too, Steven.”
Maria watched as Steven walked away with a wave and a smile. She belatedly wondered if she shouldn’t have exchanged emails during their conversation; after all, he could have been the one God had sent for her. Ah well, she thought, if he is, then may God let us find each other again.
By the time Maria landed in Sicily, and went through immigration, she stood at the baggage claims, stretching forward, backwards and even rotating her hips, to work out the kinks from her lower back and shoulders. Her friend Gary, an American Navy Seal based in Sicily, had come to pick her up. She beamed when he extended a bunch of white roses to her. Gary was white, 5 feet 7 inches, and had black hair and a sexy smile.
“Gary, these are so beautiful.” Maria brought them to her nose. “They smell heavenly too.”
She tipped on her toes and kissed his cheek. Gary brought his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his, and hugged her tight.
“I have missed you, Maria,” he whispered near her ear.
Maria looped her arms around his neck and hugged him back, similarly embracing his warmth. Without warning, she felt her feet swept off the ground as Gary picked her up like he would a child.
“Gary, put me down! You know I don’t like being carried like this,” she shrieked, and slapped him on his back.
“Nope.” He roared in laughter as he grabbed hold of her suitcase with his other hand and walked out of the airport to his Honda Ridgeline.
“Why do you like doing that?” she asked him the minute her feet touch the ground again.
“I can’t help it, you’re so tiny, Maria. I just love the feel of you in my arms,” Gary answered after placing her suitcase on the back-seat. He walked to the front of the pickup and opened the door for her. “Hop in.”
She smiled and shook her head as she did so. Gary pushed the door shut for her.
“Buckle up,” he told her, then ran around to his side and entered.
Maria must have dozed off a few times after they had passed the highway. She could not recall half of the things or places they had driven by. Her eyes burned as she tried to keep them open. She’d wanted so much to enjoy the scenic view on the way to Gary’s home, but it seemed she was fighting a losing battle. Raising her hand, she wiped her eyes, then looked over to Gary. His eyes were fixed on the road. He had such handsome features, and he was very protective of her, even across the miles. He loved her, and had told her so a few times in the past; although she cared deeply for him, she could not figure out why she didn’t feel the same way. Her heart felt physical pain, knowing she was hurting him, but she was grateful that he loved her enough to want to keep their friendship.
“Get some rest,” she heard him say bringing her gaze to his eyes. “I’ll wake you when we get home.”
She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes and gave in to the sleep that was pulling her in.
About the Author
Marshalee Patterson was born in Kingston, Jamaica. She has always had a love for reading. It was while attending the Merl Grove High School that she discovered that she loved writing stories. Some of her favourite novels were written by Charles Dickens and Victor Hugo, as she found she liked the true to life stories that we all can relate to.
However, after leaving high school, she went on to pursue a career in banking as a Bank Teller and didn’t follow up on her writing. It wasn’t until after she visited Italy in 2003, she started to relive the experiences and wanted to write about it. She gives credit to being a Christian as it is the Holy Spirit that she says guides her in writing her books.
She writes Christian romance/adventure and family books, where all her characters are created from her own experiences, with a few exceptions and this she said helps her to write with a lot of heart and love.
She hopes that through her novels, she can inspire people of all ages with the message of hope in Christ and showing them that through him comes deliverance.
Her goal is that through this medium, she can give readers a better knowledge of how to be victorious against Satan’s tactics and exposes some of the devices he uses by creating stories, where readers can better understand situations and root causes, of demonic doors opening in our lives. Through spiritual warfare prayers that she herself have been using and saw results, she hopes that they too can learn to stand strong against the devil themselves too.
She is a lover of nature and the tranquility of it. She finds nature refreshing and peaceful. She loves different cultures, especially the Spanish, which she feels makes us learn to appreciate ours a little more in areas where we have been ungrateful or unappreciative. She loves salsa music very much and dances it well too. She is a proud Jamaican.
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