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Ana Waters
Author, advocate
Clean, Romantic Women’s Fiction
Beauty for Ashes Series
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Isaiah 61:2-3 NLT
He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord’s favor has come, and with it, the day of God’s anger against their enemies. To all who mourn in Israel, He will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.
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This book was an excellent, clean
romance with a healing message of
hope and redemption, and I can't
wait to read the next book in the
series!
The story pulled me in right away
and held my attention. I mean,
who can't keep reading after a
dude gets pepper-sprayed in a
parking garage?
Not only is the story fabulous, but
she must have done a TON of
research. Not being Jewish, I had
no idea how a Jewish wedding or
bat mitzvah worked. I now feel like
I have been to both.
I love the faith content in this
series. As always, it's heavy hitting
and makes the reader examine
their own faith walk while
simultaneously reminding us that
nothing can separate us from the
love of God.
Women who've suffered trauma
and abuse as depicted in B'rit
Hadasha need stories like this to
give us hope....I deeply appreciate
that Ana Waters writes these
books; they've helped give me a
voice and shown I'm not alone.
Take A Closer Look
4.9 Average Review on Amazon
Thirty-two-year-old Rebecca Ivy escapes a church where sin abounds even more than she realizes. Betrayed and broken, the ugliness of her past prevents her from recognizing the beauty in the mirror. She soon catches the watchful eye of her Jewish co-worker, Ted Margolin, who sees a woman wrthy of his protection. As an unexpected romance blooms, Rebecca struggles to reconcile all she’s been taught with the golden sparkle in the mighty Margolin’s eyes. Old family secrets come to light, and Rebecca battles rumors and threats designed to keep her silent. Meanwhile, Ted must fight for Rebecca and against his own doubts about God. Rebecca's unwavering faith in Jesus confounds and intrigues Ted, but will it be enough to give them a tabula rasa (blank slate) to erase the past and create a new story of their own?
Tabula Rasa: Writing a New Story
4.9 Average Review on Amazon
Devastated from loss and a broken marriage, Taylor Ross had closed
off her heart in order to survive. All of that changes when the infamous
Kyle Goldstein challenges Taylor to see the man beyond the office
gossip. At the same time, Ian Horner has never hidden his admiration
for Taylor. Even after their awkward first meeting at church, his
steady faithfulness cannot be ignored. As Taylor allows her heart to
beat again, feel again, and break again, she must also confront the
pain of her father’s abandonment twenty years earlier. Threats both
old and new press in, and ancient family secrets refuse to remain
hidden any longer. Taylor knows that God can make something
beautiful out of nothing (ex nihilo), but can she set aside her past in
order to embrace everything her heart has ever wanted?
Ex Nihilo: Learning to Live Again
Poppy Berman gave her heart to Jared Levine at sixteen years-old, but
twenty years later, Jared crushes her dreams and their marriage with
the mention of just one name. Two years after their separation, Jared
swoops back in spouting new religious beliefs and says he wants his
family back. At the same time, the pale green eyes of Joe Trautweig
urge Poppy toward a future free from Jared. Poppy has always used
medieval fiction and its tales of courtly love as an escape from real life,
but she suddenly finds herself as the heroine in her own story of
romance, intrigue, betrayal, and redemption. Either man Poppy
chooses brings her toward a holy book she’s never understood, and it
challenges her own beliefs about God. Ultimately, Poppy must decide if
repairing what’s been broken (tikkun olam) means restoration of the
past or the creation of something completely new.
Tikkun Olam: Restoring What was Lost
4.9 Average Review on Amazon
5.0 Average Review on Amazon
Carly Miller loves reading the triumphant memoirs of her friend and
co-worker, Poppy Levine. Having survived a tumultuous upbringing
with her hyper-religious mother, Carly is happy for Poppy’s story of
healing and faith, but she believes her own sin is unforgivable. Equally
inaccessible to Carly is Poppy’s former suitor, Joe Trautweig, whose
story from Poppy’s book captivates Carly. When she encounters those
jade green eyes in real life, the lines between the printed page and the
man himself begin to blur. Joe has his own painful secrets, but Carly
fears her past will be too much for their mutual attraction to overcome.
Can Carly accept the idea her own heart could be made clean (lev
tahor) and that both she and Joe can embrace what forgiveness truly
means?
Lev Tahor: A Heart Redeemed
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Lauren Fein’s troubled history has been chronicled within the
published memoirs of her friends, but no one knows the true horror
more than her longtime friend, Aaron Davis. While Aaron remains
steadfast during her messy divorce, his romantic feelings cause
confusion for both of them. Lauren believes her heart is as dead as her
marriage, but when she encounters Jewish co-worker Grant Kaplan,
their instant attraction presents even greater problems. Despite an
equally complicated love life, Grant’s fascination grows. While he
seeks more information about Jesus and the New Covenant (b’rit
hadasha), Lauren wonders if the end of her own marital covenant has
ruined her forever. Will she hide behind her pain, or can Lauren learn
to entrust her future to the One who loves her more than any man ever
could?
B’rit Hadasha: All Things Made New
COMING FALL 2025!
Following a miserable, fifteen-year marriage, Charlotte Williams
slogs through the world of online dating. Her ex-husband, Rick, has
poisoned her spiritual support system and now parades his hasty
remarriage amongst their former friends. Despite the rejection,
Charlotte refuses to dim her hilariously unfiltered honesty. She
captivates the attention of Jonathan Roseman, an old friend, who sees
Charlotte as the breath of fresh air missing from his life. The silver fox
insists his feelings are genuine, but Charlotte struggles against the
spiritual life she left behind. When new layers of betrayal threaten
both Charlotte and her daughters, can Jonathan convince her they
have a future together where Charlotte is protected by God and
‘beloved’ (ani l’dodi) by him?
Ani L’Dodi: Love That Lasts
Ana Waters is a summa cum laude graduate of the University of Georgia with a B.A. in Religion and
specific emphasis in Judaic and Biblical studies. She penned her first romance novel at the age of
twelve, and she has never stopped writing the same books she loves to read. She lives outside of
Atlanta, GA with her brood of precocious children, finding joy in the absurdities of life and
motherhood
As an abuse survivor and advocate, Ana's novels address topics like spiritual and emotional trauma
from the perspective of healing. Too many victims have been marginalized and shamed into silence.
Likewise, trauma is typically glossed over within the inspirational fiction/romance genre. Not
anymore! The books provide terms for abuse tactics, validation for survivors, and a message of hope
that abuse doesn't get to ruin the rest of your life. Romance serves as part of the healing journey rather
than a magic eraser.
There are six completed novels in the Beauty for Ashes series, and Ana is currently working on #7!!!
She’s also brainstorming ideas for her next series and considering a return to her comedic/parody
roots. The sky’s the limit!
She’s thrilled to offer her novels in paperback, ebook, and kindle formats with audio coming soon!
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Ana Waters
author, advocate
About the Author
Proverbs 31:8-9 NLT
Speak up for those who cannot speak for
themselves; ensure justice for those being
crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and
helpless, and see that they get justice.
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I cradled my phone against my neck as I chatted with my just friend. “You forget that only my ex is allowed to move on and be happy with the real love of his life,” I said,
mocking his nauseating epithet for Stephanie. “I’m apparently supposed to wallow for the rest of my days regretting the divorce and envying her.”
Jon laughed. “If Stephanie is truly the love of his life, then I feel sorry for him. Rick’s an idiot, and you deserve so much better than how he treated you.”
“Wow,” I breathed.
“What? It’s true, Charlotte.”
“Well, you…I just…you’ve never said it like that before.”
“Have I finally rendered you mute? I think there should be an awards ceremony for this momentous occasion. I don’t even have a speech prepared.”
“I guess you’ve got on your sassy pants tonight, Mr. Roseman. I like it.”
I could hear the smile in his tone. “They are rather sassy tonight, aren’t they?”
“What are they made of? Sparkles? Sequins? Satin?”
“Hardly,” he deadpanned, “and I doubt they would compare to yours.”
I paused, realizing this wasn’t the first time it felt like our friendly banter had shifted into something more. “Jon?”
His tone changed from humor to immediate concern. “Everything okay?”
“Were you flirting just now?”
“Flirting?”
“Yeah, you know that thing that people always accuse me of doing, even though I’m just a ridiculously charming individual with an extensive vocabulary.”
“Can I answer your question by asking you a question?” he replied.
I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until my lungs burned for oxygen. I inhaled deeply and tried for a neutral tone. “I guess, yeah.”
“If I was flirting, would you be okay with that?”
“I thought we were friends.”
“Technically, you’re the one who calls us just friends and has to mention it in every conversation we have.”
“What are you saying? I mean, my girls tease me about you. Lauren teases me about you. They all act like you’re interested in me, and I’m just too blind to see it.”
The prolonged silence on the phone line spoke volumes, and I faltered.
He released a heavy breath. “Yes, I was flirting with you. I’ve been flirting with you for months, but you either don’t see it or ignore it.”
“Well, why on earth did you go on a date with Susie Q tonight if you’ve been flirting with me?”
“Why do you think?” He huffed out a laugh. “The woman I’d actually like to go out with says she only thinks of me as a friend, but she’s the one person I want to talk to
every night before I go to bed. She’s the first person I want to talk to when I wake up in the morning. This wasn’t the way I planned to tell you, but yes, Charlotte, I have
more than friendly feelings for you. Unfortunately, I don’t have much hope you’ll ever take me out of the friend zone.”
“So, you’ve been doing what exactly? Waiting in the wings for me to catch feelings back?”
“Are you saying it’s impossible?” he asked, his voice tight. “You’re happy to get the emotional lift from our phone calls and texts, but that’s it?”
“I never said that! And I thought we were friends. Friends do provide an emotional lift to one another. It’s why I went out with Lauren tonight. I’m not manipulating
you, Jon, and I have never given you reason to think I was stringing you along.”
“Well, you’re still not answering my question.”
“That’s because I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s a first.”
“Okay, well that was just rude. I’m hanging up now.” Irritated, I swiped the phone off. It lit up with a text message a second later.
I’m sorry. That didn’t come out the way I meant. I’m nervous, and I’m making a mess of all of this.
Making a mess of what exactly?
My feelings, he wrote. I’m obviously not handling rejection very well.
I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath knowing that my response would forever change my future. Why are you assuming you’re being rejected? And please put emphasis on the
first syllable of the word ‘assume.’
Are you saying you want to be more than friends? Has something changed?
I paused, my mind traversing over multiple memories with Jonathan Roseman. When I first met him, he was an ebony haired, goateed man in love with his first wife
while I was newly married to Rick Williams. I had become friends with Andrea while she was heavily pregnant with their youngest daughter, Rachel, and I had just
found out I was pregnant with Sophie. My daughters had worn baby clothes passed down to us from the Roseman girls. Our lives had been intertwined for nearly two
decades, just never like this.
Jon’s black hair was now predominantly silver, he wore horn rimmed glasses over his perceptive, dark eyes, and I knew his daughters weren’t the only females that
wanted to call him “Daddy.” I’d seen enough thirsty comments on his Instantpics from women of all ages.
Charlotte? he asked, are you still there?
I’m here.
You didn’t answer my question.
Are you sure? I finally wrote. I caught my reflection in my phone and grimaced.
I’m sure I don’t want you going on a singles cruise and falling in love with somebody else. I know you like direct, so how was that?
Pretty direct.
You’re still not answering.
But are you SURE?
My phone rang again, and I didn’t hesitate to pick it up.
“So, I guess you’re not still mad at me,” he began.
“I’m not sure what I am at the moment.”
“You okay?”
“Stunned is more like it.”
“Why are you stunned?” His voice was calming and gentle.
Even though he couldn’t see me, I gestured to my mismatched pajamas, hair pulled off my bare face, and curves that my daughters would call thiccc and Rick called
morbidly obese. “Jon, I mean, you could have any woman you want. I’m just…”
“You’re just what?” he cut me off. “Sensational? Gorgeous? Intimidating?”
I frowned at that last word. “Yeah, I’ve been called that before.”
“You’re not intimidating because you’re scary or unattractive, Charlotte. You’re intimidating because I have to be at the top of my game to keep up with you. You’re
smart, witty, hilarious, and if I’ve never said this before it’s because I never thought you’d let me. You’re beautiful.”
I scoffed.
“Let me repeat. You are stunningly beautiful.”
“Maybe you need a thicker prescription on your glasses.”
“Maybe you need to stop deflecting with sarcasm just because your ex was too much of a brain dead imbecile to appreciate the woman he trampled on for fifteen years.”
I chuckled. “Okay, I won’t disagree with your assessment of Rick.”
“Do you think I’m lying about the rest? That it’s impossible for a man to find you attractive just because Richard is a moron?”
“Look, I come with stretch marks and psychological damage, and contrary to your apparent high opinion of me, men my age do not find me all that attractive. They want
a cheap hook up, someone young enough to have more kids, or a supermodel. Ironically, it doesn’t matter if they fell out of the ugly tree and got hit in the face with every
branch on the way down.”
“Well, I am a man your age, and I’m telling you I find you a lot more than just ‘attractive.’ You’re scared, Charlotte, and I want to know why.”
You know I can’t compete with Andrea,” I said with a long suffering sigh. “You loved that woman with every breath in your body. Maybe if I had never known you two as
a couple it wouldn’t be so hard, but I’ll never be able to live up to that.”
After a pause, one where I expected Jon to call off his crush, he finally said, “I’m at your house. Come outside, and let’s talk.”
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ANI L’DODI: Love That Lasts