Jennifer Osufsen, Author

This would be an excellent time to pick up the first two installments of the Republic series, if you don't have them already!

Book 3 of the Republic of Texas series will be coming to Amazon in November 2016. Here's a sneak peek: A CHANCE ENCOUNTER     Deputy Jimmy Wilson enters a downtown Austin coffee shop in search of stout caffeine, and finds himself more captivated with the raven-haired barista than with the double espresso warming his hands. Her sassy wit and easy smile dart straight to his heart, awakening him more than a cup of joe ever could.     Elise Gomez breaks her own rule – never date a customer – when she agrees to go to dinner with the cute lawman with the mile-long drawl. Something about hi s smile and crooked grin tugs at the hidden part of her she thought long dead. Maybe if she had known it was a wedding rehearsal dinner for the President’s son, Elise would not have ditched him in the middle of the salad course. She suddenly finds herself on the run, again, fleeing those in power who would expose her sordid past.  LOVE FINDS A WAY ...

Journey by Jennifer Osufsen I meandered through the gray, another shadow in a forest of forlorn shades. Black thorns snagged at my withered rags and I stumbled, snared on rocks underfoot. Thus I traveled, weary and battered, a faceless specter in a writhing mass of sameness. From the midst of the mass a voice said a word. It felt vaguely familiar, magnetic, as though the word lived inside me, and I around it. Yet I shook my head, tossing free the irritant, continuing to stumble and rise. Then off to the right, the leaden sky brightened, a dab of white shoved aside the steel. From this white, the voice called once more, and my heart beat this word: Name. The voice knew my name. It called from the shadows, drawing me toward the white. Light. It was light! How marvelous, and strange. So gazing around me at those struggling with me, I departed from the path. The voice shouted my Name, and I began to run. Fear fled as I approached the ligh...

God asked me a question today: Am I the Captain of your ship? "Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take." Proverbs 3:6 We are all afloat in troubled waters. Our journeys differ, but the destination remains the same for us all: The Choice. At the end of our life, our quest upon the seas, we arrive at the port of eternity - with God, or without Him. Many have chosen His Way, and it is to you that I write today. You have made God your Lord, but have you allowed Him to captain your ship? The world's oceans run deep and dark, filled with immeasurable joy and fathomless pain. Without God at the helm to decide our headings, we float adrift. The wind grabs our sails and says, "Go this way." It's often too late that we realize the coaxing winds are tossing us into the hurricane. We desperately need a Captain to guide the way, to say No  to the sinful winds and the storms of the self-righteous. The world tells us to set our ow...

Hi friends and fans, Wow! I am probably the most negligent writer of blog posts in the literary world. I wanted to post an update of sorts. Early in the fall, I accepted God's call to write the program for our church's annual Ladies Christmas Tea. I had originally declined the responsibility, knowing how busy my life was at the time. I said I would help with all the printed materials, in design and execution, and would handle promotion and bulletin announcements (another ministry within the church that I do weekly is the bulletin design and printing). Writing the program was another stress I didn't want to add to my life at the time, especially when dealing with a massive writer's block in the road of my third novel. Instead, people began to bring me ideas and songs inspirations for the program. Rather than saying flat out I wouldn't write it, I began to pray and see if it was what God wanted me to do. People, that's a hard thing to do. Saying "yes...

... I wanted to leave a bit of poetry I wrote two years ago. I'm diligently gnawing on Book #3, and it is giving me headaches. I just think if Satan is throwing up all these roadblocks, then God must have great things in store for the third installment in the Republic series.  Until then, enjoy this. Summer is a Memory Summer is grass scratching the soles of my feet as I fly down the hill to the tree swing. It’s dipping my toes in Papa Jim’s swimming pool and watching the water bugs skate across the green water, the sun bleaching my hair and browning my skin as watermelon juice slides down my chin, my sister and my cousins’ laughter drowning out Material Girl on the radio. Summer is an umbrella in hand and water beneath my feet as I splash and stomp in puddles in the pockmarked road. It’s the wind in my hair and my hands in the air as I ride my bicycle to the store just down from Nana’s house, then coming back and laying on bl...

Tonight, in the middle of chapter 1 of the new book, my esteemed writing assistant decided to hop on over and give me some support.  I think I may have to work a rabbit into this next installment. What do you think? Oh, yeah.  That's Napoleon, and he's a French Angora.