Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Christmas Book Giveaway & And more from To Dance With Dolphins








Another glimpse of To Dance With Dolphins, my summer release











Excerpt:

They hadn't been on the road more than a few minutes when Claire spotted a man hobbling east along the far side of the road.
    "I wonder what he's doing all the way out here. Maybe we ought to give him a ride." Willow wasn't going very fast, but now she slowed to a crawl. "He's limping."
    "No way!" Taylor said. "He could be an axe murderer or something."
    Willow looked at Claire. "What do you think?"
    Remembering her mother's warning, she said, "It's probably not a good idea. We don't know anything about him." She studied the man.
    He was tall and slender, dark haired, and very good looking.
    "Though he looks nice."
    "I'm sure that makes him just fine, then." Taylor's voice dripped with disdain. "Even Ted Bundy looked like a nice guy. Not every criminal looks like Charles Manson."
    "It doesn't seem right to leave him out here, injured," said Willow. She turned to Claire. "We're on an adventure, right?" She chuckled, eyes dancing with mischief as she stopped the coach.
    Willow leaned out the window. "Are you all right?"
    The man drew close. "Yeah. Me and my bike had a close encounter with an antelope a few miles back. The bike is lying in a gully, totaled, and I'm lucky that I only wrenched my knee."
    "Where you from?"
    Claire leaned toward Willow to get a better look.
    "Monterey originally."
    "It's beautiful there. Where you heading?"
    "Colorado."
    "You look like you could use a ride."
    The stranger looked to be in his mid-twenties. He smiled, and his deep blue eyes met Claie's.
    Claire's cheeks heated up, and she quickly looked away.
    "I sure could use a ride, but you're going the wrong way."
    Claire dared to look again. He seemed harmless.
    "We're only going to a campground a couple of miles up the road and then we'll be traveling east."
    The stranger didn't say anything.
    "You're welcome to ride with us," Willow said.
    "Thanks."
    "Taylor, open the door for this young man."
    Taylor threw a disgusted look at Willow, then opened the door.
    The man climbed in, favoring his right lgeg. "Thanks."
    Daisy's hackles were raised, and she woofed at the stranger.
    "Hey girl," he said and held out a hand.
    Daisy sniffed his fingers and seemed to relax.
    "Nice dog." He stroked the top of her head. His gaze fixed on Clair for a brief  moment, then he turned to Willow. "I'm Sean Sullivan. I appreciate the ride."

And so the adventure continues in To Dance With Dolphins.


  
I'll be posting excerpts here until December 10th to give you a glimpse into the story and its unique and lovable characters.

I'm also having a Christmas drawing. Each day that I leave an excerpt from To Dance With Dolphins I'll also post a question and if you answer the question or leave a comment, you'll be entered in the giveaway. The winner will be announced on December 11th. Each time you comment I will add your name again, which gives you a better chance of winning.

I'll be giving away a complete set of the Alaskan Skies series or Sydney Cove series - your choice.










Question of the day - What is your most  fun or funniest Christmas memory?


Grace and peace to you from God,

Bonnie

12 comments:

  1. It was about ten years ago. I was a kid then, and was kinda fascinated by all things military. That year I got an air force desk calendar, marine corps stickers, and army figures :)

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  2. Jesus's birthday cake caught on fire because I used fancy schmancy sparklers with tissue paper on 'em on it for candles. Ok, then the black polyester tablecloth melted and stunk. Firefighter son popped a sparkler in his champagne goblet. Oh good one, Pete! He did it on purpose. Then smoke detector kept blaring. I ran and hid in bathroom dying of embarrassment. Fire Chief husband Randy just kept taking photos of the fiasco. Grandma Evy kept wailing about her precious peppermint/chocolate cake roll! BTW, did I mention there were 19 of us there for dinner? Sheeeeesh. Oh well. I did get a new dining room table out of it...

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  3. The year my husband was going to deployed for Christmas, we purchased Army bears in the summer. Then at Christmastime the kids and I made a chain with all the names of his unit and decorated a small extra tree in our home dedicated to the soldiers. On Christmas morning the kids found the wrapped bears under the small tree, and they believed that Santa had brought them from Daddy from the other side of the world! Those bears were a tremendous comfort during the next eleven months without daddy.

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  4. Sue Bakken10:10 PM

    When I was about ten years old my brothers and I sneaked out to the living room before our parents got up and found our new bikes and other great gifts. Then we had to act all surprised when it was actually time to get up. We weren't very convincing.

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  5. I don't have anything funny because christmas was always stressful to me as a child. I spend the day on someone's couch sick as a dog.

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  6. Garrett, I can relate to having something that is especially interesting or precious. I was all about horses when I was a kid. One time I actually "ran away" from home because my parents told me I couldn't have a horse. I did the next best thing and collected all sorts of horse figurines - they showed up on birthdays and Christmas. I had a great collection-wish I still had them.

    I hope you find something special under your tree this year.

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  7. Oh my gosh, Patti! That is hysterical, though I'll bet at the time it was anything but. You have so many delightful tales to tell. You ought to create a compilation book of your precious stories.

    Love to you.

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  8. April, what a heart-tugging story. And what a great idea for the kids. Obviously special parents with tender hearts.

    Greg and I were engaged while he served overseas in the Vietnam war. He was away for ten months - very long months. In those days we had no internet only letters. I still have all his letters that he sent. Christmas that year was especially difficult. Some Christmas bears would have been nice.

    Bless you.

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  9. That's so funny, Sue. And it's good to know you weren't very convincing. Being a good deceiver ... well nope, not good.

    Hugs to you.

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  10. Kim, how awful. I'm so sorry.

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  11. My most favorite Christmas memory is receiving for Christmas when I was five years old an oriental jewelry box with a dancing pink ballerina. When I saw it, I cried because it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My Dad thought something was wrong with it because I cried.


    jcozart@paintrocksupplies.com

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  12. The funnest holiday memory I have is the year I snuck to the little boy's house up the street very early Christmas morning and left some wrapped gifts anonymously outside his door. I know he wouldn't have had any gifts if I didn't do that.

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