T. Davis Bunn - All Through the Night

P RAISE FOR D AVIS B UNN

[A] page-turner reminiscent of The Devil Wears Prada , this novel is sure to please fans and increase Bunns readership.

Publishers Weekly (about My Soul to Keep )

My Soul to Keep is a story of struggle, intrigue, and faith-in-action that will delight the authors fans and capture new ones. Bunn effectively weaves an insiders knowledge of the film business as the backdrop for this inspirational, suspenseful thriller. The result is mesmerizing.

Christian Retailing

My Soul to Keep is an intriguing story. Once again Davis Bunn demonstrates his keen ability to develop character portraits and breathe life into their experience in a way that touches the life of the reader.

David H. McKinley, Teaching Pastor,
Prestonwood Baptist Church

authentic, touching, and entertaining. My Soul to Keep opens up the world of filmmaking in a fascinating and believable way. Characters came to life for me.

Michele Winters, Reviewer

The prolific inspirational novelist Bunn (The Lazarus Trap) is an able wordsmith, whether penning a historical romance series (H EIRS OF A CADIA ) or a sweet seasonal novella (Tidings of Comfort & Joy) . But hes at his best in this absorbing faith-based suspense thriller.

Publishers Weekly (about The Imposter )

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RUTH McCOMMON

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

B OOKS BY D AVIS B UNN

The Book of Hours
The Great Divide
Winner Take All
The Lazarus Trap
Elixir
Imposter
My Soul to Keep
All Through the Night

S ONG OF A CADIA

The Meeting Place
The Birthright
The Sacred Shore
The Distant Beacon
The Beloved Land

H EIRS OF A CADIA

The Solitary Envoy
The Innocent Libertine
The Noble Fugitive
The Night Angel
Falconers Quest

DAVIS BUNN has been a professional novelist for twenty years. His books have sold in excess of six million copies in sixteen languages, appearing on numerous national bestseller lists.

Davis is known for the diversity of his writing talent, from gentle gift books like The Quilt to high-powered thrillers like The Great Divide . He has also enjoyed great success in his collaboration with Janette Oke, with whom he has coauthored a series of groundbreaking historical novels.

In developing his work, Davis draws on a rich background of international experience. Raised in North Carolina, he completed his undergraduate studies at Wake Forest University. He then traveled to London to earn a masters degree in international economics and finance, before embarking on a distinguished business career that took him to more than thirty countries in Europe, Africa, and the Middle East.

Davis has received numerous accolades, including three Christy awards for excellence in fiction. He currently serves as writer-in-residence at Regents Park College, Oxford University, and is a sought-after lecturer on the craft of writing.

W eird as the job interview was, Wayne knew it was a whole lot better than he probably deserved.

Given the way he had shot holes in life itself, what Wayne should have been facing was a room lined with bars and razor wire. Three stone-faced officers should have been staring him down in a concrete room painted penitentiary green, with the sort of lighting that sucked out all hope and turned everybody into cadavers. Ordered to stand front and center and explain precisely why the officials shouldnt deny him parole and keep him locked away from the world for another six hundred years.

That was what he deserved.

What he got was a hard-back wooden chair before a large conference table. Two women and a man sat behind the table and studied him. The long room had three tall windows that looked out over an emerald paradise. He deserved a firing squad, and he got heaven. Which, until that very moment, he had never believed in. That would have been good for a smile, if he could only remember how.

The woman in the middle chair said, Have a seat, Mr. Grusza.

Another guy was seated in the shadows at the rooms far back corner. He was like guys Wayne had known in a different life. The kind of guy who always positioned himself where he could observe yet remain unseen. It was a snipers sort of act. Only this guy was built more like an aged boxer. Wayne put him down as a detective. A thirty-year man with the patience of a somnolent bear.

Besides this man and the three people at the table, there were seven others in the room. Two young women, two elderly women, and three men over seventy. The room was large enough to swallow them all.

The woman in the center chair went on. My name is Holly Reeves. I am president of the Hattie Blount Community. My fellow board members are Foster Oates and Victoria Ellis. Did I say your name correctly, Grusza?

One of the younger women, who was leaning against the wall by the window, corrected her. Its pronounced Grusha.

Wayne fingered the knot in his tie. He had not worn either a tie or a shirt with a top button for nearly two years. He could feel the fabric rub against his skin when he swallowed. He also felt the puff of air-conditioning against his cheeks. He had shaved off his beard the night before at the request of the woman leaning against the wall.

The woman wearing a dark suit and pastors collar.

The reason he was here at all.

Mr. Grusza, your resume is incomplete. Holly Reeves revealed unsteady nerves as she lifted the single page. Where it asks for your qualifications, all you state is that you obtained a degree in accounting from night school and then qualified as a CPA.

Thats right.

But Mr. Grusza, you are she adjusted her glasses and calculated swiftlythirty?

Thirty-one.

You have left the space for previous employment blank.