Barbara Ellen Brink grew up on a small fruit farm in Washington State climbing trees, chasing butterflies, and reading lots of books. She now lives in the mean burbs of Minnesota fighting dandelions, shoveling snow, and writing lots of books.
She manages to blend mystery and nail-biting suspense with a touch of romance and humor in every novel. Her newest release, No Safe Place, is a Christian psychological thriller that will take you on a roller coaster with plenty of belly drops. So buckle up for the ride!
Barbara loves riding her motorcycle, biking, gardening, and canning enough salsa to last through the long, cold winters. Faith in God, love of family, and keeping up with her new puppy fill her life with joy and plenty of running.
Barbara Ellen Brink grew up on a small fruit farm in Washington State climbing trees, chasing butterflies, and reading lots of books. She now lives in the mean burbs of Minnesota fighting dandelions, shoveling snow, and writing lots of books.
She manages to blend mystery and nail-biting suspense with a touch of romance and humor in every novel. Her newest release, No Safe Place, is a Christian psychological thriller that will take you on a...
Many of you have asked when my next book is coming out. I’m sorry to report that my latest suspense novel is still hung up in the works. Time and motivation have been nil and void lately.
It’s dripping icy spring rains this morning and snow is expected tonight. This morning’s weather is kind of how I feel about finishing a book and releasing it into the unmanned void.
The truth is, most of my books were stolen by Anthropic and others to feed to their AI, in spite of me going to the trouble of...
It’s a given in advertising. Beautiful people can sell much more than average looking people.
We all want to be those people with perfect bodies, hair, and teeth, buying that expensive car or feeding their kids delicious, microwavable pocket-pho-food items filled with so many chemicals they could cause a nuclear reaction. Sadly, when we look in the mirror, reality slips back in. But for a few blessed moments we relate with that character and their well-behaved children, and may just run out...
It’s hard to believe winter is halfway over and Valentines Day is almost here. I know, some of you don’t celebrate the day of hearts, Cupid, and pink and red decorations. But without Valentines to break up the monotony of February, we would be stuck in the middle of winter with nothing more than a random President’s Day celebration.
I’m as patriotic as the next American but I like to know just which president I’m celebrating. When I was a kid, we celebrated Lincoln’s birthday on the 12th and...
