Corin Roscoe never feels more alive than when he’s cheating death. There are lots of ways to do this, such as waiting until the last possible instant to pull the ripcord on his parachute. Just so long as the thrill seeking doesn’t take place near water, that is. That’s where Corin draws the line. Right where his nightmares begin.
In his paying-the-bills life, Corin owns an antique shop in Colorado Springs where he restores collectibles. But nothing prepares him for the day an elderly woman brings him a simple chair–not to sell, but to keep. Somehow he can’t turn her down and the chair sits in his shop until the day a small child suffering as asthmatic attack goes to sleep on it–and wakes up healed.
Corin is curious and begins to research the chair’s origins. The more he finds out, the more intrigued he is. His friend sits in the chair and is healed of an old football injury. His girlfriend is unimpressed by his new obsession. The pastor of a mega-church in California contacts him, wanting to buy it. Thugs threaten him, and Corin puts the chair in a hidden vault. What will he do with it? Why was it entrusted to him?
Could the chair really have been made by Jesus of Nazareth and have the power to heal? If so, there’s someone in particular that needs to sit within its arms. But does anyone need restoration more than Corin Roscoe?
The Chair is a contemporary speculative story with just enough suspense to keep the pages turning. Corin’s life is far from perfect, which makes him very relatable. The author ties the inner journey tightly to the outer journey in this novel as he brings the tale to a thrilling and satisfying conclusion.
James L Rubart loves God, his wife, his boys, writing, speaking, playing guitar, and golf, in that order. He dabbles in photography and owns a marketing company called Barefoot Marketing, a full service ad agency, marketing, and consulting firm for businesses and authors. The Chair is his third published novel.
I received an ebook version of this novel for review from the publisher via NetGalley. As always, the opinions are mine alone.