Thursday, March 28, 2013

Whatcha reading?

Whatcha reading this week?

I just finished Julie Klassen's new novel THE TUTOR'S DAUGHTER, which was fabulous!! I'll be reviewing it soon. Now I'm working on Beautiful Outlaw by John Eldredge, which is nonfiction. Also fabulous. What are you reading?

Guess what? My new release comes out April 1st - THE RANCHER NEXT DOOR - yet some people have already seen it on the shelves at Wal-mart! Cool! Hope you find one :)


Here's the first few paragraphs of the story! :)

Caley Foster really wanted to put out a fire.
Or, for that matter, do anything more exciting than unload the rest of the boxes secured in the back of her beat-up red truck.
But that wasn't going to happen today. With a resigned sigh, Caley hiked one booted foot on the tire, shimmied over the edge of the truck and landed with a thump in the bed crammed full of boxes and tubs. She'd have thought after living in nine different cities in the past three years that she'd be used to moving by now—but this time felt different. Maybe because this time, she had to stay awhile.
Too bad whoever said you can't go home again hadn't meant it literally.
Caley's two-year-old black Labrador barked at her from the driveway as she began to shove yet another box across the rusted bed toward the open tailgate. "Scooter, like I told you before, it's going to take me a while to find the dog biscuits." She grunted as the box caught on an exposed bolt, and pushed again. Some days she almost regretted rescuing the hyper stray from a warehouse fire. But it was nice to take a friendly face along on her many travels, one who actually seemed to understand her.
Scooter barked again, and she wrinkled her nose at him. "Be patient, unless you want to do this work yourself."
A sudden giggle floated on the breeze toward Caley and wrapped around her ears like a cozy set of muffs. She glanced up with surprise, midpush, just in time to see a young blonde girl perched on the fence dividing her meager property from the sprawling acres of the Double C Ranch next door—and just in time to send her cardboard box tumbling over the edge of the tailgate.
Caley winced. Hopefully that wasn't the kitchenware, though it wouldn't have been the first time after a move that she ended up at the discount store searching for dinner plates. She slid her petite frame off the tailgate and righted the box on the ground.
The girl timidly hopped off the fence and approached her. "Do you need help? Did anything break?" Her blue eyes widened with worry, and she twisted a long strand of hair anxiously around one finger as if she thought the accident was her fault.
Caley straightened and smiled at the girl, who looked about ten or eleven years old. The golden years. It was sweet of her to be concerned. "It's all good. Thankfully, this was a box of pillows." She rummaged through it one more time to be sure. "And apparently an apron. And a bird feeder." She winked. "No wonder the box wasn't labeled."



1 comment:

cjoy said...

I got it from the library a few days ago - can't wait to read it! :)