Background for The Eagle's Nest - Preston Lambert's Timeline

Preston Lambert Timeline:

Born Nov 18, 1973 to Joseph & Kathleen Lambert in Norfolk, VA

2 Siblings (twins): Aaron Lambert and Anise Nobel

1991 – 1995 Attended Undergraduate school at James Madison University where he met Micah Alexander, Garrison Mitchell and Jeremiah Marquette and joined fraternity Pi Kappa Phi; earned a degree in Political Science

1995 – 1998 Attended University of Virginia School of Law, earned Juris Doctorate

1998 Passed the Bar & Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam – accepted into the Bar and licensed to practice law in the state of Virginia

1999 Began working at Brookes & Brooks as a Junior Associate - Stoney Creek Lane, Newport News, VA

1999-2004 built strong client relationships, worked on presentations on litigation building blocks, took an amateur drama course (to help with his courtroom presence & enhance his soft skills), became active in marketing campaigns for the company & Bar Association community activities, honed up on his litigation skills as his area of expertise, and offered assistance to partners on their cases

Nov 2005 made partner in Brookes & Brooks

2006 purchased home Meadowside Dr. Virginia Beach, VA

Jul 2007 appointed as Vice President of Litigation

Autumn of 2008 met Damaris Rhenay, friend of his paralegal Ariel Jackson

Thanksgiving 2008 invited Damaris to meet his family and share dinner

August 2009 proposed to Damaris during Garrison and MJ’s wedding in Aruba (3ct heart-shaped colorless diamond purchased in Aruba)

Dec 26, 2009 married Damaris

Apr 2010 appointed Co-Chairman of the Board of Directors, Brookes & Brooks

2010 began work on prison ministry, El Shaddai Worship Center, and meets Morris Wells

2012 Major life event  (Read Covenant to find out what happened)

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A Look Into the Life of Zeke Montgomery, Beholden

Zeke Montgomery

It is early Sunday morning and I cannot sleep. What can I do to make the situation better? I don’t understand what the hold-up is. I look over and Ziva is sleeping so peacefully. She is the love of my life. Even at 50, she is still the most gorgeous woman, in my eyes. I will do anything for her, and she knows it. Since the beginning of our courtship, she has never doubted it. There have been many opportunities for her to raise an eyebrow, at the women who throw themselves at me. Yet, she remains steadfast in her knowledge and dynamic of our relationship. I must admit, I would like to see a small fire of jealousy brewing behind her eyes, every now and then. Nonetheless, I am a blessed man to have a woman be so completely safe in her position. Her confidence is amazing. It always has been. It took a lot of personal ego boosting to get up the nerve to approach her, in the beginning. I was surprised she gave me the time of day, but I am so glad she did. I couldn’t ask for a better companion in my life. She is my rock! I wish she had something more to offer me, though, when it comes to the issue at hand. I want her to brainstorm with me and take up the charge to bring in more people. This is one area that she just seems to not understand. Ziva sees the glass as half full. She believes that more will come, in time. I am filled with anxiety and worry. She tells me to settle down. Whenever we talk about it, she takes my hands and kisses them and tells me to have faith. I have faith. I just want to see some results of all my hard work and dedication. This vision is my life’s work. It should be bigger than it is, by now. There should be more people. It smacks me in the face every time I stand up on the podium and see empty seats staring back at me. It is distracting. The vacancies are more disturbing than the lackluster participation of most of the congregants. I just want the seats filled, is that too much to ask for? I don’t think so. I have to do something…but, what?

Well, Ziva is stirring and the sun is beginning to rise. It is time to get up and begin to prepare for the morning. I’m just not feeling it today. I want to lay here and not have to face those empty seats. But, duty calls. I turn over and put my arms around my beautiful wife and watch her as she opens her eyes. A smile illuminates her face. I brush her beautiful chestnut hair with my hand and smile.

“I love you, Zeke.”

“I love you, Ziva.”

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An Analogy of the Writing Process

I smile at the thoughts, before anything ever happens. I close my eyes and I can see the scene play out before me. I start watching the clock just as the morning gives way to the afternoon. The steady and predictable movements of the second hand give my eyes something to pay attention to because my mind is racing. There is no rhyme or reason, no sense of fast or slow, so the clock becomes my meditative focal point. Telephones are ringing, people are talking, and deadlines are looming overhead. All of this attempt to distract me by overwhelming me.

Car horns blaring, people cursing, pedestrians moseying across the street. The longing grows and I tap my fingers on the steering wheel. I turn on the radio, and then turn it off, again. I smile at the thought of the text message I received, whetting my appetite further. The temptation to re-read it is great, but I resist. There is little safety in going back, when there is so much left to do; so much further to go.

With just one more corner to turn, a gentle rain begins to fall. I smile. It is just like the clock, this afternoon. It provides a sense of staccato, keeping time for me. This should not be rushed. The raindrops roll down the windshield creating patterns that could obscure my view. I turn on the window wipers. I need to focus and the sound is enough. The water sloshes to the side of the window and slide off the side of the car. When I pull the car into the garage, I can smell dinner cooking. I sit back and allow the aroma fill my nostrils; steak and potatoes. It would seem that it would be too much to indulge in with the after dinner plans requiring so much energy. Not for us. We need the sustenance. We are giving ourselves what we need to do what we desire; what we have longed for all day long. The anticipation is part of the success.

The table has been wiped clean and the dishes are put away. Total attention can be paid to the way we choose to end our day. He takes my hand. It’s warm, and so am I. We turn off the lights and start the assent of the stairs and the descent to the bed. Yes, this was worth the wait. It was worth the distractions and the wading through the water. It was worth the preparation of a good meal and the putting away of the dishes. It was worth it to see his smile. It was worth it for him to see mine. Climax…round one.

Inez Reilly

Inez Reilly (1967 - Present) born to a heroin addicted mother and abandoned at 10 months old. She has endured abuse, on all levels, yet she stands whole and healed. She is a proud mother and grandmother, as well as a motivational speaker. She writes in both the non-fiction and fiction genres.

Inez states, "Life happens to everyone, including me. I have lived long enough to realize that we don't have to be down in the dumps about life's challenges.I am not bitter, I am better because of my encounters. I write to uncover what lies within me and to encourage others to do the same, in a manner that the reader can relate. We do not have to stick our heads in the sand to deal with upheaval or disappointment. We can face it; deal with it and march forward to our great destiny."

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Like a Roaring Lion

In the first novel of the series, Inez Reilly brought you COVENANT, a fiction escapade about a circle of family and friends held together through loyalty to God. In the sequel, LIKE A ROARING LION, Inez introduces you to a family who thinks they are gods!

In LIKE A ROARING LION, the daughter of a prominent pastor is found dead and authorities target one person of interest. A father’s anguished soul is disquieted and he wants revenge. Kenneth Young cannot shake precious Jacqueline’s death, believing it has everything to do with association with the Wells’ family. He will stop at nothing to vanquish the enemy.

LIKE A ROARING LION will challenge your sense of principles. It will impassion you, as the mystery of Jacqueline’s death unfolds. Taboo thoughts unleash protective fury in a who-done-it journey across the delicate lines between interpretation of good and evil.

Come and walk in the secret lives of the Wells and Young families. Leave judgments behind and understand we all have issues, even if they cannot be seen. As the old saying goes, “Look beyond the fault and see the need.” It’s an unforgettable story of what people are willing to do for love and hate of people and God.

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