Guest Blog: Ruth Wuwong and Allure of Elegance *GIVEAWAY to ALL
- ChristinaSinisi-Author
- 13 hours ago
- 5 min read
Dear Readers,
I hope you are doing well. Right now, I'm hurting because my grown-up children are facing hardships--please pray? As always, if you have a need for prayer, please email me at ChristinaSinisi@gmail.com. I'd love to lift you and your families up to the Lord.
Now, to re-introduce a hard-working author we've hosted before--she's been busy!
Introduce yourself—name, where you’re from, and something people notice when they meet you?
My name is Ruth Wuwong, originally from Hong Kong. From a young age, I cultivated a profound love for reading and writing. I would spend hours at the library, devouring every book on a single shelf before moving on to the next. It seems I have a longing that can’t be satisfied by reality. Immersing myself in literature allows me to escape into worlds where I could become someone graceful, witty, and popular.
Currently, I work for a small biotech company and have published 120+ scientific books and papers. As a latecomer to the world of creative writing, I’ve released several books under different pen names. Fiction titles were published under R. F. Whong, while non-fiction books were published under Ruth Wuwong.
I’m married to my wonderful husband, a retired pastor who encourages me to pursue my dreams. We served together at three different churches from 1987 to 2020. Our adult son works in a nearby city.
Tell us about your book—title and back cover blurb.
My books tend to be serious. Allure of Elegance, released on 7/1/2025, is my tenth book. Here is some information about it:
Words: 50,000
Blurb:
Luxury, lies, and danger in the unexpected places…
In tribute to Agatha Christie, this modern mystery series weaves together atypical tales set in the idyllic Amish country of Paradise, PA.
Two years ago, still haunted by the tragic events of September 11, Tina Sheng reluctantly served as a Christian summer camp counselor in Paradise. Now, she works as an insurance fraud investigator in nearby Lancaster and is pulled into a web of lies and luxury when a bold theft targets expensive designer items. Despite her training, she struggles with self-doubt and is swayed by the allure of the opulent world.
Tina’s company assigns her to look into the insurance claim. While she navigates the treacherous path between justice and desire, temptations taunt her. After a tragedy strikes a friend with whom she tries to share the gospel, her intensified search traps her in a secret network involving the mysterious Baroness Hermès, who specializes in procuring Birkin bags for wealthy clients.
Facing tough choices, can Tina break into a dangerous underground operation and emerge as a beacon of resilience?3. Share one thing that you found difficult or challenging about writing this book.
Share an excerpt?
Dinnertime arrived. Like usual, Pastor Pak entertained us with humorous anecdotes. Our stories intertwined as we dipped into the meal, the blend of flavors wrapping around my senses with familiar comfort.
Midway through, Mrs. Pak glanced at me. “I chatted with Carlos. He mentioned Lillian Fong, the seeker from your connection group, has offered you the chance to join her multilevel marketing campaign.”
My heart sank. When did Carlos become so nosy that he shared information? It had nothing to do with him.
“Carlos can be a busybody sometimes.” My smile probably didn’t mask my discomfort. “I haven’t made up my mind yet. It’s just an option.”
Her brow furrowed. “Be careful. I’ve seen many promising opportunities that didn’t turn out the way people hoped.”
I tapped my fork against my plate. “Thanks, Mrs. Pak. I appreciate the advice.” Her words hung heavy on my chest. “I’ll pray about it before making any decisions.”
Pastor Pak patted my arm. “We trust the Holy Spirit will guide you toward the right path.”
Somehow, his gentle touch eased my stomach knots. Yeah. The Paks had always been there for me, regardless of my struggles and doubts. Their kindness had become a cornerstone in my life, providing me with the confidence I lacked.
After the last of the dishes was cleared, the warm glow of the evening faded, and the household settled into the nighttime routines. The day’s busyness yielded to softer hues, twilight painting the walls with dappled moonlight.
I read my Bible, then lay down in bed, and stared at the upper bunk’s wooden slats. A Bible verse echoed in my head: “What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?”
Lord, please don’t allow Satan to lead me astray.
The day’s concerns drifted away, and in their place, drowsiness seeped in. Gradually, I ambled into a vast marketplace. Stalls of rich mahogany gleamed with velvet curtains and golden tassels. Each stall, piled high with luxury goods, beckoned with an irresistible allure.
To my left was a display of exquisite Birkins. Every bag vibrant—from peacock blue to subtle taupe, its leather smooth. The hardware, whether polished palladium or gold, added a touch of elegance. To my right, a case of timepieces captured my attention. I studied their intricate movements beneath the sapphire glass in awe.
Yet, as I reached out to touch these treasures, my fingers grazed nothing but air. They slipped through my grasp like wisps of smoke, leaving only a sensation of emptiness.
The scene morphed into a church. Mrs. Pak looked on with concern. I approached Mrs. Foyd and offered to sell her a Birkin. Before she responded, Amelia appeared. Her eyes bore into mine. She slapped me across the cheek.
“What are you doing?” she shouted. “You can’t turn the Lord’s temple into a marketplace!”
Stunned, I stumbled back. My cheek burned beneath her reprimand. Around me, the once inviting church atmosphere had shifted into skeptical murmurs.
“You, child of darkness.” Amelia stepped forward. “This is a place of worship, not a venue for superficial pleasures and material gain.” She raised a gun and aimed it at me.
“No…”
I awoke.
Cold sweats drenched my skin as I sat up, my heart pounding. Yet, the nightmare clung to my consciousness. It’d been so vivid, so real. I couldn’t shake the sharpness of her words or the way her eyes had pierced through my soul.
Was the Holy Spirit cautioning I’d strayed too far down a path of self-indulgence?
Ask the blog reader a quirky question or two?
Are you into luxury goods? What’s the most expensive purse you own?
Share your social media and buy links!
Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ruth.wuwong
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RWuwong
Website: www.ruthforchrist.com
Here is a link to my giveaway. https://dl.bookfunnel.com/p07mfzqgj6. For the Love of Recipes. Savor the Stories: Culinary Creations Inspired by Christian Romance Authors.
Thank you, Ruth, for joining us here on the blog! I hope everyone has a wonderful week!