Can you tell us a little bit about your latest book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?
Francis Rose, lead singer for a
meteorically popular Christian rock band, has it all—fame, fortune, family, and
deep faith. With the support of his loving wife, young daughter, and
Down-syndrome blessed son, he’s gone from performing for an audience of 20 at
his tiny Lutheran church in Keeler, Indiana, to selling out 20,000-seat arenas.
His impact is global, soulful, and seemingly unstoppable.
The seven deadly sins don’t stand a chance
against a man of Francis’ character, morality, and faith. Or do they? Their
alluring assault is relentless as Francis encounters each of them along his
ascending path to superstardom.
The Other Thief is a controversial, heart-wrenching love
story of deception, pride, and lust, along with mercy, grace, forgiveness, and
above all – love, that Christians as well as non-Christians will relate to on a
raw, humanistic level.
It came out September 18, 2018.
All right.
Is there anything else which prompted this book? Something that inspired you?
Luke
23: 33-43. I wanted to share the message of love, healing, forgiveness and
hope, and that it is available to everyone, no matter what's happened in the
past.
I see.
Let me ask a different question...
When did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
When did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
It
was my writing ability in high school that kept my GPA above 1.0. I always got
A’s in my Creative Writing class and in English. After reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in
third grade, I knew I was either going to be Willy Wonka, a daredevil or a
writer.
Nice!
Do you have any favorite authors yourself, Frank?
Roald
Dahl, Nadia Bolz-Weber, Anthony De Mello, David Lee Roth, and Rich DeVos.
So, do you write in a specific place? Time of day?
My oceanfront treehouse office.
Awesome!
Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers? Any advice?
That everyone, I mean everyone, has
a book inside of them. We are taught from an early age that reading is
critical, which it is, yet writing is so much more proactive and really
amplifies one’s creativity and ingenuity far more than just reading. I’m an
advocate for writing over reading.
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Thank you so much for stopping by to visit us here today at Writing in the Modern Age. It was wonderful having you! :)
Readers, here is the blurb for The Other Thief.
Francis Rose, lead singer for a meteorically popular
Christian rock band, has it all—fame, fortune, family, and deep faith. With the
support of his loving wife, young daughter, and Down-syndrome blessed son, he’s
gone from performing for an audience of 20 at his tiny Lutheran church in
Keeler, Indiana, to selling out 20,000-seat arenas. His impact is global,
soulful, and seemingly unstoppable.
The seven deadly sins don’t stand a chance against a man of
Francis’ character, morality, and faith. Or do they? Their alluring assault is
relentless as Francis encounters each of them along his ascending path to
superstardom.
When the imagination of a writer, the expertise of a
real-estate marketing guru, and the passion of a lover of Jesus
cross-fertilize, the result is a novel on the order of The Other Thief.
A heart-wrenching love story
about deception, pride, and adultery, along with mercy, grace, forgiveness, and
above all - love, that Christians as well as non-Christians will relate to on a
raw, humanistic level.
Purchase Link:
Universal Reader Link: https://books2read.com/u/4jD6jX
Here is an excerpt from the book.
Driving to the Sanctuary, I tried to rehearse my confession.
But imagining Mary’s face upon hearing what I’d done was too painful. I decided
the confession would have to just come out naturally in the moment. If I kept
trying to plan it, I was afraid I’d back out. It was like making a plan to saw
off your own leg. The more you thought about it in advance, the less likely
you’d be to actually go through with it.
I asked the hostess for a quiet table in the corner and
ordered a root beer.
“You’re in Justus, aren’t you?” asked the shy waitress as
she set a basket of chips on my table.
“I am,” I said, extending my hand. “Francis Rose. Good to
meet you.”
“I’m sure people ask you all the time—so you don’t have to
say yes—but do you think we could take a picture together? My boyfriend will
never believe this.”
“Of course,” I said, leaning into her photo. “Would you like
an autograph?”
“Thank you! Could I have two?”
I fulfilled the waitress’s requests, sending her happily off
her shift. I nervously scanned the room. It was taking Mary much longer to
arrive than I expected. My mind ambled down dark pathways of possibility. Mary
had said she’d be going by the house first. What if Cindy had been there,
waiting to talk to her? Or what if Cindy had called her? Maybe Cindy was angry
with me for ignoring her call and took revenge by spilling our secret to Mary.
God, I would be glad when all of this shit was over. Just a few more minutes
and I wouldn’t have to be tortured by this anymore—at least not the secrets
part.
Sensing commotion at the restaurant entrance, I looked up to
see Mary barreling toward me with a terrified expression I’d never seen on her
before. Eyes wide, hair frazzled, she accidentally knocked over a chair as she
rushed across the crowded restaurant. Adrenaline shot through my bloodstream.
Oh shit. Oh shit, shit, shit. It had happened! She’d found out!
Two valets came running after her, calling “Ma’am! Ma’am!”
One put his hand on her arm and she twirled to face him, looking disoriented,
as though she couldn’t imagine why he’d stopped her.
“I need your car key, Ma’am,” he said—apologetically,
because her distress was palpable. Mary gave him the keys in her hand, and
angrily took the stub offered by the other valet.
My heart stiff with fear, unable to breathe, I stood up,
utterly unready for whatever was about to take place.
Mary lurched to the table like a zombie and leaned against
it, staring at me.
“Honey . . . honey, say something,” I said, bracing for the
worst. When she didn’t respond, I started rambling. “Mary, it’s terrible, I
know. God help me, I can explain. I talked to Pastor–”
Mary grabbed me around the neck and sobbed, “It’s the worst
thing, Francis! Why? Why?”
Shaking, I rested my forehead on her shoulder. How could I
answer that question? It was the same question I’d been asking myself, but I’d
never gotten any kind of answer that made sense. Why? Why? Why had I done this
to her? My mouth dry, I pulled her away from me to look into her eyes. “Mary,
please know how much I love you. I made a terrible, terrible mistake.”
“Why did it happen? Why did it happen, again?” she sobbed.
Her question stunned me. She was
finally remembering my first confession after all this time, and now she was
asking how it could happen again with Cindy!
I struggled to get my response right. I opened my mouth to
speak, but there was no air to even push out of my lungs. Before I could
formulate an answer, she sobbed, “I guess I should have known better than to
drive that route, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. And then, just as I
passed that spot on East Camelback where we crashed . . . Oh God, I saw her
again!” Mary fell into my arms, dissolving into tears, unable to continue.
Slowly, it dawned on me. Mary didn’t know. She. Didn’t.
Know. Mary still didn’t know my shameful secrets. She’d had one of her visions,
and that was what all this was about. The rollercoaster ride of my emotions was
making me too dizzy to support her so I led her to a chair at the table and
scooted my chair right up next to hers.
“It was just a vision, sweetheart,” I said, my hands
shaking.
“But Francis, it wasn’t the same! It was awful! It was the
clearest one I’ve ever had, and you
were in it this time! You were lying on the side of the road. It was
so terrible; it looked like you were dead! It was you and that same woman I’ve
seen before. Oh, how I’ve come to hate her, Francis! That woman with the
skin-tight black clothing and the red lipstick and that long, shiny, black
hair. Only . . . only this time, the hair started to change, Francis! It seemed to be turning from black to blonde! It
was like the woman herself was changing into a different woman, starting with
the hair, but then it all disappeared before I could see any more. Why? Why
does this keep happening to me? Make it stop!”
My thoughts formed a tornado in my mind as I took my
sobbing, trembling wife into my arms. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. It’s
over now,” I said.
Wiping her eyes and dabbing at her nose with a napkin, Mary
asked, “Francis, why did you say you made a terrible mistake?”
I froze.
Intriguing! What are people saying about this book?
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Author Bio
Frank McKinney is a true Renaissance
man: a five-time bestselling author (in 4 genres), real estate “artist”
(creates multi-million dollar oceanfront homes on speculation on the
sun-drenched canvas of the Atlantic), actor, ultra marathoner, aspirational
speaker.
The mediagenic author has been
featured in countless TV & print articles, including Oprah (twice), 20/20,
and the cover of USA Today. Frank’s other books include: The
Tap, Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes, and the Good Luck Circle, Burst
This! Frank McKinney’s Bubble-Proof Real Estate Strategies, Frank
McKinney’s Maverick Approach to Real Estate and Make it Big! 49 Secrets
for Building a Life of Extreme Success.
A “philanthro-capitalist,” Frank has made an enormous humanitarian impact in
Haiti through his Caring HouseProject, where he
has created 27 self-sufficient villages in 24 cities in the last 16 years,
impacting the lives of 11,000+ children and their families. Frank, his wife,
Nilsa, and their daughter, Laura make their home in Delray Beach, Florida,
where Frank wrote The Other Thief in his oceanfront treehouse office.
Frank McKinney is a true Renaissance
man: a five-time bestselling author (in 4 genres), real estate “artist”
(creates multi-million dollar oceanfront homes on speculation on the
sun-drenched canvas of the Atlantic), actor, ultra marathoner, aspirational
speaker.A “philanthro-capitalist,” Frank has made an enormous humanitarian impact in Haiti through his Caring HouseProject, where he has created 27 self-sufficient villages in 24 cities in the last 16 years, impacting the lives of 11,000+ children and their families. Frank, his wife, Nilsa, and their daughter, Laura make their home in Delray Beach, Florida, where Frank wrote The Other Thief in his oceanfront treehouse office.
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