Jill Weatherholt

Writing Stories of Love, Faith and Happy Endings While Enjoying the Journey


Eternal Road -The Final Stop by John W. Howell #NewRelease

Today I’m so excited to welcome our friend, writer and blogger John Howell as we celebrate his latest release Eternal Road-The Final Stop. John is one of my favorite bloggers…kind of like a second father to me. If you haven’t already, I hope you’ll snatch up a copy today. I’m looking forward to this book, and I’ve shared the link with my father, as he enjoys all of John’s books. Isn’t the cover terrific! Congratulations, John! We’re so happy for you.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Jill, and for helping me launch Eternal Road – The final stop. I know you are busy launching your next book so I’m so happy you could help support the launch. Let me describe. Eternal Road is the story of two people finding their way through the selection process leading to the place where one will spend eternity. Yes, it is true. They both have passed away. James Wainwright just died in an auto accident. Samantha Tourneau died seventeen years before. Sam is James’s guide to help him decide where to spend eternity. This is not your usual thriller or paranormal romance. It is a piece of fiction that is a combination of inspiration, adventure, time travel, sci-fi, a touch of erotica, and a dash of spiritual. In short, it is a lot of things, but hopefully, a story that will make you happy to have read it.

It is now available on Amazon in paper and Kindle. The Kindle edition is introductory priced at 99¢ until October 15th

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James Wainwright picks up a hitchhiker and discovers two things 1. The woman he picks up is his childhood sweetheart, only Seventeen years older. 2. He is no longer of this world.

James began a road trip alone in his 1956 Oldsmobile. He stops for a hitchhiker only to discover she is his childhood sweetheart, Sam, who disappeared seventeen years before. James learns from Sam falling asleep miles back caused him to perish in a one-car accident. He also comes to understand that Sam was taken and murdered all those years ago, and now she has come back to help him find his eternal home.

The pair visit a number of times and places and are witness to a number of historical events. The rules dictate that they do no harm to the time continuum. Trying to be careful, they inadvertently come to the attention of Lucifer, who would love to have their souls as his subjects. They also find a threat to human survival and desperately need to put in place the fix necessary to save humankind.

The question becomes, will James find his eternal home in grace or lose the battle with Satan for his immortal soul and the future of human life with it? If you like time-travel, adventure, mystery, justice, and the supernatural, this story is for you.


Wyatt leans back in his chair and pulls a toothpick from his shirt pocket. “So, now that we have the arrangements settled, I’m wondering if I can ask a question.”
James lets Sam answer, “Of course you may.”
“Where y’all from?”
“What do you mean?”
“Where’s home?” Wyatt shifts the pick to the other side of his mouth. He picks up his cup, puts it to his lips, and squints over it to look at Sam while he waits for an answer.
“Well, ah …” Sam pauses. She looks Wyatt in the eyes. James can see that the man suspects something and won’t accept anything but the truth. “James and I come from another time.”
Wyatt sits still. The only indication that he heard Sam comes from the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes. He sets his cup on the table and leans forward. “I figured as much.”
James can’t help himself, “So, what tipped you off? Does it bother you? Do you believe us?”
“Whoa, one question at a time. First of all, I do believe you ‘cos it’s the only explanation for the other things I’ve observed. Secondly, no, it doesn’t bother me, but I care. I’ve studied time travel, and to know it’s real excites me greatly. At least, I hope it’s real, and you aren’t pulling my leg.”
Sam leans forward with her arms crossed on the table. “I can assure you, we’re not pulling your leg, Mr. Earp.”
“No need getting upset. I’m in your corner. Now, mostly, your clothes tipped me off. I’ve never seen denims with such a tight weave before. The cloth we wear is coarse and unrefined. Your shoes don’t come from around here. In fact, I don’t think anyone can make shoes like yours. That thing on your wrist—” He nods at James. “—gave me a final clue.”
“My wristwatch?”
“Yup. Smashed as it might be, I never saw one like it. The band stands out the most. What’s it made of?”
“Fabric. Velcro fastens it. Here, take a look.” James unzips his watchband, and Wyatt pulls back from the ripping sound that the Velcro makes. James hands him the Apple watch.
Wyatt turns the device over in his hands. “My, my, my. Look at this thing. What material is it made out of?”
James scratches his ear. “Sort of metal but finished in black.”
Wyatt zips and unzips the band a few times. “This thing is magic. How does it work?”
“You know when you get a burr stuck to your clothes?”
Wyatt nods. “Yeah.”
James points to both sides of the band. “Velcro has one side like burr barbs and the other side plain. Put them together, and they stick.”
Wyatt turns the watch over. “The back of your timepiece has this circle.”
“It’s where the power cord attaches to the battery.”
Wyatt puts the watch on the table. “Battery?”
“Oh, my. I keep forgetting you don’t have the technology of power storage yet. We can capture power and store it for later use. We call the storage place a battery.”
Wyatt drums his fingers on the table. “Okay, then. This seems a little hard to understand. Just tell me what century you come from.”
“The twenty-first.”
He sits back. “Twenty-first? That’s not so long from now. What year?”
Wyatt strokes his chin. “That’s … let me think. One hundred-and-thirty-nine years from now.”
“That sounds about right.”
Wyatt sits forward again. “You have to tell me about all the advancements.”

Check out the terrific trailer! I love the music!


John is an award-winning author who, after an extensive business career, began writing full time in 2012. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. He has written five other books that are on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions. The paperback versions are also available in the Indie Lector store
John lives in Lakeway, Texas, with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

John is all over social media…check him out!

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Buy John’s other books here:


His Revenge

Our Justice

Circumstances of Childhood

The Contract: between heaven and earth

Remembering our dear friend Pauline King

The world lost a bright light. Pauline died peacefully from complications of a stroke. She passed on her 71st birthday, September 5, 2020. She was loved by so many and will always be remembered. We’ll miss you, Pauline. xo

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Summer Spotlight: Pauline King


In a serendipitous turn of events Jill gave me my guest post spot on my birthday. Not just any old annual event either, a momentous birth anniversary. The one where society deems you ‘a senior citizen’. An older person, a past-your-best person – an old age pensioner, a retiree, a person with no place left to go but down..

Yes, I have reached the age of 65, from today I am officially retired and now all my time every day is mine and mine alone. Happy dance!! Tango, waltz, hip-hop, jive or jazz – dance with me, celebrate with me – I have never felt younger, or more together, or more content. I laugh out loud everytime someone says the word ‘retired’. I feel like I am playing a monumental trick on the world – I now get paid by the government to live every day with nothing to do but make myself happy?


Bring it on!!

So please – enjoy a sip of champagne, a glass of wine or a shot of whatever you fancy. Help yourself to a tasty morsel of your favourite cheese. Have some of these fresh strawberries….. please, do take a slice of double chocolate gateau birthday cake while you have a quick read.

I’m not a writer – I’m a tad imposterish here amongst you lot – these denizens of the written word. But I do love books and I do love language and I love a good story! I’m a crafter, a creator, a mixed media painter. I do over, do up and make do. I recycle and upcycle, but no longer bicycle.

I started my blog ‘The Contented Crafter‘ eighteen months ago. I knew little about the blogging world or how it operated. I’d read some blogs of artists and a couple that friends keep about their professional lives. My intention in starting my blog was simply to keep a record of the creations that were coming out of my craft room because, as a reckless and totally in the moment creator, once given away there was no recall, no reminder, no sequence to refer back to.

I soon found myself blogging about other events in my life apart from my creative work – I wrote a post about my cats addiction to Catnip, another entitled ‘I Like Blogging’, yet another about a shocking meeting in a store, one about my traumatic early years, all interspersed with a variety of work that recorded a definite progress from one genre to another.

The whole experience has been a bit like Topsy – and just keeps right on growing! It is fun, it is lively, it keeps me [almost] artistically on track and has delivered some lovely new friends into my life – I still love blogging!

 I live a busy life – though there was just me and my Maine Coon cat Orlando until recently. Then I adopted a Shih-Tzu X boy I named [in a moment of inappropriate grandeur] Sid-Arthur, a play on Siddhartha because I thought he was quiet and gentle and deep. I was wrong!

Two months have passed by though, and now he is pretty much the best puppy in the whole entire world and blogging stopped being about anything else much except him. If you do decide to pop in for a visit you will surely meet my boys.

Now to Jill’s questions:

If you could learn to do anything what would it be?
Dance. Any and all kinds of dance. I am a ballerina, an accomplished ballroom dancer, a whizz at jazz and contemporary dance. All in my imagination. I dance every day – but it is the boppy, dippy kind of dancing you do in the privacy of your own home when nobody is watching.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
Learn to be contented with life as it is in any given moment. Learn to live and breathe and work with joy. Learn to see that my cup is always, and at least, half full. It’s taken a life time and is still in process.

If you could visit anyplace in the world where would it be?

I’d choose to go back to Italy and the Meditterranean countries – I love the vibrancy, the passion, the community and the life style! I love the way the people shout and wave their arms about and gesticulate when two scooters almost collide. I love the way everybody disappears at midday and reappears three hours later. I love the art, the architecture, the rolling green hills and vineyards, the markets and the history. I love the warmth of the people and the crazy volubility of families interactions– and I love how mama gets to rule the roost!

Life as an animal – which one?
A pampered, over-indulged and much loved cat! There’s brushing and petting and stroking and eating all done at a leisurely pace between bouts of sleeping in the best spots in the house. What a great life it is – and you get to live it with a look of disdain and a flick of the tail for all unwelcome intrusions on your comfort level as well!

Is there anything about the opposite sex that you just don’t understand?
Someone else has answered this question in this way before: ‘Everything!’
I love men. I love the company of men and their intellects. I love their humour and their practicality. But I don’t understand their inability to solve all the problems of the world whilst in the shower. This is clearly a fault in the mechanism and would have been grounds for an instant recall had the creator been a woman!

Thanks so much Jill, for this opportunity to meet so many new people. I have enjoyed reading every week and have visited where possible, though there have been times when life has interrupted my blogging!

Thank you for taking the spotlight, Pauline. Congratulations on your retirement, I know you’re going to love it! Up next week, it’s Maria…aka Brickhouse Chick.