Welcome!
I’m an Author, Speaker, Mom, Adoptee, World Traveler. And I’m happy to meet you!
Email me at: leighlincolnauthor@gmail.com
Subscribe to my newsletter by clicking here!
You came here looking for your next great read, right? Hi, I’m Leigh, and I’m an author of inspirational, edgy Christian novels that will lead you on a heartfelt journey as you follow each character along life’s broken road.
‘The scenes in which Paul and Ann revisit their journey miscarriages, adoption, and the enduring ache of unanswered questions demonstrate a level of emotional insight and restraint that feels deeply authentic. This is the kind of book readers don’t just finish, they sit with it, reflect on it, and quietly recommend it to others who need it.’ Helena
‘Your storytelling, filled with emotional honesty, compassion, and real-life complexity, has stuck with me. Thank you for sharing Donna’s story of loss. As an adoptee, I’ve wondered about my own birth mother. This book left me haunted.’ Melinda
‘Diamond’s journey, from a life of wrong turns to a quiet mountain refuge, and ultimately to the difficult confrontation of her choices, beautifully captures the struggles so many women face when reconciling their past with the hope of forgiveness and healing.’ Mildred
‘The image of Amy, a woman tossing a dart at a map after life leaves her cracked open, that’s the kind of story that doesn’t just entertain, it understands. There’s something magnetic about books that turn grief into movement.’ Jennifer
‘It was heartwarming to see that true love can happen at any age, and that it’s never too late to start living the life you were meant to have. I recommend this story for anyone who enjoys an inspirational story of faith, love, and freedom.’ Mandy
‘Road Home is presented as both a deeply personal, emotional novel and a universal story of hope that invites readers to reflect on their own path toward healing.’ Josephine
I’m part of an anthology book – Don’t Be Invisible Be Fabulous: The Bold Path Unleashing Your Inner Courage
In my chapter, chapter 2, I talk about my author journey. You can purchase it on Amazon by clicking here!
Listen to the first and second chapters of Road Home on YouTube by clicking here and the first and second chapters of Finding the Real Road by clicking here.
I send a newsletter out about once a month, a little note about what’s happening with me or my writing. To subscribe, click here to sign up. I’ll send you a short story exclusively for those who join.
A portion of each sale goes to charity. This year the charities I’m supporting are: Habitat for Humanity and Christian Family Services.
I love book clubs! And I love being a guest at book clubs! If your book club would like to use one of my books, please let me know. I’d be happy to send you autographed copies for each member at a discount. Then, I’d be happy to join in on the fun via Zoom when you discuss it. Just send me an email at leighlincolnauthor@gmail.com for more information.
The Impossible American Dream!
I have a video series about owning a home mortgage-free and avoiding being house poor click here to sign up to watch this special three-part series!
If you wish to have help along the journey click here to book a coaching session!
If you wish to learn more about my journey of purchasing and remodeling a distressed home click here to purchase a copy of Little White Girl in the Hood/The Impossible American Dream
Ryan
A damaged young man, adrift in life as he begins his journey into adulthood. This is the prequel to Lost Father which will be published on November 18th, 2023.
“You can’t leave, Son!” My father slapped the bar top, glaring at me. “This place is yours! After that little stunt you pulled, I didn’t pull your arse out of the frying pan for nothing you know. Show a little gratitude, will ya!”
His arm waved to show off his grand place, his pride, and joy. And no, it wasn’t me. This bar was what kept him going, what made his face light up, what gave him a reason to live. Every inch of it he kept polished to a high shine. The tables and chairs he’d made himself. He scrubbed the cigarette smoke out from the fine lines of the detailing in the tin ceiling at least once a month. The mounted animal heads had all been hunted by him over the years. The taxidermy had been done by him as well. Each neon sign held a story of how he’d convinced some supplier to give it to him for nothing. This room held his heart.
To finish reading click here and I’ll send you this exclusive short story