Biblical Non-Fiction Series
Hidden in Plain Sight
A Biblical Discovery Collection
The Bible is the most read book in human history — and yet most of us have only scratched the surface. Hidden in Plain Sight is a collection for readers who sense there is more: more depth in the familiar stories, more humanity in the overlooked figures, more of God's heart buried in passages we've read a hundred times without truly seeing.
Why "Hidden in Plain Sight" Isn't a Series in the Way You Think
If you've read The End Times 2032, you already know how I write a series. Book 1 ends, Book 2 picks up the thread, Book 3 brings it home. One story, three parts.
Hidden in Plain Sight is something different — and I want to explain why, because a few readers have asked me the same question: "Why is this called a series if the books don't connect?"
Fair question. Here's the honest answer.
Each Book Is a Different Door Into the Same Room
The Bible is full of stories most of us think we know — but if you actually sit with them, they raise more questions than they answer. Why did God allow it? What was really going on beneath the surface? Why does this story trouble us more the closer we look at it?
Hidden in Plain Sight takes one of those stories per book and opens it up. Not as a sequel. As its own door.
Book 1 walks through one story. Book 2 walks through a completely different one. Book 3 does the same. They don't share characters or a timeline, because they're not trying to. What they share is a purpose: helping you see something in Scripture you may have skimmed past a hundred times without ever really seeing it.
Why Call It a Series, Then?
Because it is one — just not a plot. It's a learning curve.
Each book builds a habit of reading Scripture more carefully — questioning it, sitting in its discomfort, and coming out the other side with a clearer, deeper understanding. Read them in any order. Read just one. But read a few, and you'll notice the same thing I noticed while writing them: you start approaching every Bible story differently. That shift — not a shared plot — is what ties this series together.
Start Anywhere
If you're new here, you don't need to read Book 1 first. Pick whichever story has always bothered you the most, and start there. That's the whole point.
The Books
Book 1
The Woman Who Looked Back
She has no name in Scripture. She speaks no words. She appears for a single heartbeat — and then she is gone, frozen in salt on the plains of the Jordan, staring back at everything she lost. For thousands of years she has been reduced to three words: don't look back.
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Book 2
Blood in the Field
Two brothers. Two offerings. One accepted. One rejected. No explanation given. In the silence that followed that rejection, something was set in motion that would end in the world's first murder — and ask every reader a question they may not be ready to answer.
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Book 3
The Fifth Gospel
The Bible has four Gospels. Matthew. Mark. Luke. John. But what if there is a fifth? Written seven hundred years before Jesus was born, the book of Isaiah contains the most breathtaking, detailed, and emotionally devastating portrait of the Messiah found anywhere in the ancient world.
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The Woman Who Looked Back
Chapter One: After the Waters
Run.
The word had no sound anymore, just the hammer of Lot's heart and the slap of his sandals against stone. His daughters were ahead somewhere in the darkness — he could hear their ragged breathing, the scatter of loose rock under their feet. Behind him, his wife's steps had been there, moving, steady, keeping pace, until — until they weren't.
Lot's legs kept moving but something in his chest seized. The silence behind him was wrong. Not the absence of sound — the presence of stillness where there should have been motion.
"Don't stop," he gasped, the words ripping from his throat. To himself. To her. "Don't stop, don't look, just—"
The heat on his back intensified. Not the honest heat of the sun or even fire, but something else. Something that didn't warm, it penetrated. Like the gaze of a furious god pressing between his shoulder blades.