It's officially noon on Saturday and I'm back to report the winners of the book giveaways. Sadly, there was really only one entry, so the other books will be donated to my local church and public libraries.
Showing posts with label Rebeca Seitz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rebeca Seitz. Show all posts
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Book Giveaways
I know. I know. Where on earth have I been? Well, if you've been following the weather here in Florida, you would know that it actually snowed in several areas close to Tampa Bay. (Although, sadly, we did not get snow, so I have to go to work tomorrow.) In any case, I have been reading up a storm with this cold weather and now it's time for you to benefit!
If you are interested in winning a copy of a book, please leave a comment in the comments section with the title of the book(s) you are interested in reading, and your email address so that I may contact you if you are chosen as the winner. Winners will be drawn on Saturday, January 16, 2010, by noon EST! (This is open to the US and Canada.)
I have one copy of each of the following books:
The Christopher Killer and The Angel of Death by Alane Ferguson--Books 1 and 2 in the Forensic Mystery series. They are for young adults, but I must admit, I totally loved them! That, and I got to meet the author last year when she came to Tampa for a visit! Did I mention that they are signed by the author?? (These will be sent as a set.)
Prints Charming by Rebeca Seitz--If you love scrapbooking, then you're bound to love this book! Not only is it a great chic-lit book about the search for Prince Charming, but it gives tips, tricks, and sample scrapbooking layouts in the back.
Sisters, Ink by Rebeca Seitz--if you guessed that this book was about scrapbooking, then you guessed correctly, but it is also about so much more! It's about relationships and families, about making peace with your past and looking forward to your future. This is book #1 in the Sisters, Ink series and let me tell you--they are fabulous!
Where Would Cows Hide?
by D.C. Stewart--this book is for tweens and is a great start to the Adventure series by this author. You see, Brad, Charlie, and Zoey's parents have planned a trip to Hawaii, but Zoey mentions that they would not be going there after all. Zoey has mentioned things that have come true before, so they family decide to visit the grandparents instead. What they find are missing cattle and an exciting new mystery to solve!
If you are interested in winning a copy of a book, please leave a comment in the comments section with the title of the book(s) you are interested in reading, and your email address so that I may contact you if you are chosen as the winner. Winners will be drawn on Saturday, January 16, 2010, by noon EST! (This is open to the US and Canada.)
I have one copy of each of the following books:
The Christopher Killer and The Angel of Death by Alane Ferguson--Books 1 and 2 in the Forensic Mystery series. They are for young adults, but I must admit, I totally loved them! That, and I got to meet the author last year when she came to Tampa for a visit! Did I mention that they are signed by the author?? (These will be sent as a set.)
Prints Charming by Rebeca Seitz--If you love scrapbooking, then you're bound to love this book! Not only is it a great chic-lit book about the search for Prince Charming, but it gives tips, tricks, and sample scrapbooking layouts in the back.
Sisters, Ink by Rebeca Seitz--if you guessed that this book was about scrapbooking, then you guessed correctly, but it is also about so much more! It's about relationships and families, about making peace with your past and looking forward to your future. This is book #1 in the Sisters, Ink series and let me tell you--they are fabulous!
Where Would Cows Hide? by D.C. Stewart--this book is for tweens and is a great start to the Adventure series by this author. You see, Brad, Charlie, and Zoey's parents have planned a trip to Hawaii, but Zoey mentions that they would not be going there after all. Zoey has mentioned things that have come true before, so they family decide to visit the grandparents instead. What they find are missing cattle and an exciting new mystery to solve!That's all for the Book Giveaways at this time. Remember, leave your comment by noon EST on Saturday if you want to be considered! Good Luck!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Fall Into Reading Challenge 2009
Can you believe that it's already Fall? I know that's what it says on the calendar, but aside from the much-needed rain, the temperatures have been relentless in Florida. It makes me pine for the cooler weather of when I lived in the northern states. But it lasts a short while when I start to remember my runny nose and the never-ending days of not being able to stay warm. Yuck!
The first day of Fall also means that it's the first day of the Fall Reading Challenge that's sponsored by Katrina at Callapidder Days. I must admit, I "failed miserably" in the Spring Challenge because I ended up missing the ending of the challenge and then not even posting a wrap-up of the books I did manage to finish reading. I had planned on posting a wrap-up over Summer, but time flew by and here we are already at the Fall Challenge--good grief! (Is anyone else experiencing this time warp too?)
While Fall is going to be especially busy with having to work Howl-O-Scream (HOS) again at Busch Gardens, participating in NanoWriMo for the first time, visiting New Orleans for the first time, and planning our school's Poetry Jam amidst all of the "other" school functions, I do plan on taking some time for myself to read a few books between today and December 22, when the Reading Challenge ends.
My list will probably change a bit--depending upon the books I choose to review and the books our teacher book club chooses, but here is my starter list:
Double Cross by James David Jordan--I read Forsaken last year and this is the sequel. I can't wait to find out what happens to Taylor next.
Perfect Piece by Rebeca Seitz--Book 4 in the Sister's Ink series. If you like scrapbooking or know someone who does--this is the series for them. I have my suspicions about what is going to happen in this book based on "incidents" in the other books, so this will be a fun read to find out if I'm right.
No Plot? No Problem! A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days by Chris Baty--He's the founder of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), so I figure he's got to know what he's talking about, right? I was also hoping for some writing inspiration since the creativity fairy has moved on with her knapsack of playful ideas and 50,000 words is colossal! (I haven't written anything even remotely resembling a story since my creative writing class my first semester of college. Even then, the teacher "assigned" us topics, so it wasn't like I came up with the idea from scratch.) In any case, I'm hoping that this book will at least make me feel better about attempting to write something--even if Madison is the only one who ever reads it.
This is my list so far. If you're participating in the Reading Challenge, or even in NaNoWriMo, let me know! I always love to read book lists because there are always wonderful new books to discover and enjoy AND I could always use a writing buddy! Happy Reading!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Survey Says...
Do you read Christian novels? Do you buy Christian novels? GRPR is conducting a research study and wants to know more about you! If you would like to participate, go to <http://tiny.cc/G4IsN> to take an anonymous survey about buying Christian fiction.
At the end, you can enter to win a library of TEN Christian novels!
Rebeca Seitz
President
Glass Road Public Relations, LLC
Yep--you can bet I'm filling it out! Possibly winning 10 free novels--count me in! (BTW--Rebeca Seitz is the author of the Sisters, Ink series!)
At the end, you can enter to win a library of TEN Christian novels!
Rebeca Seitz
President
Glass Road Public Relations, LLC
Yep--you can bet I'm filling it out! Possibly winning 10 free novels--count me in! (BTW--Rebeca Seitz is the author of the Sisters, Ink series!)
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Wild Card: Scrapping Plans by Rebeca Seitz
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
Today's Wild Card author is:
and the book:
B&H Books (February 1, 2009)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Rebeca Seitz, in addition to her own literary work, is founder and president of Glass Road Public Relations, a company dedicated solely to representing novelists who write from a Christian worldview. She has previously worked with authors including Ted Dekker, Frank Peretti, Robin Jones Gunn, and Brandilyn Collins. Seitz lives with her husband and son in Fulton, Kentucky.In 2007, Rebeca published her first novel, Prints Charming , with Thomas Nelson Publishers. Two thousand eight saw the release of her next two novels, Sister’s Ink and Coming Unglued , from B&H Publishing Group, the publishing division of LifeWay. Just released from B&H is Scrapping Plans. Her next book, Perfect Piece , will release in 2009 from B&H.
Visit the author's website.
Product Details:
List Price: $ 14.99
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: B&H Books (February 1, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0805446923
ISBN-13: 978-0805446920
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
I’ve tried to be happy. I try so very hard. Yet the frigid granite beneath my fingertips is a blazing desert compared to the barren iceberg of my womb. What woman could be happy with a monolith of ice blocking her very female essence?
This kitchen is perfectly planned. If Martha Stewart visited, she’d be envious of my exquisite arrangement of pears and apricots, dusted with the slightest coating of glaze and balanced artfully in Mother’s old bowl. She’d gasp at the coordination of stripe to check, plaid to French country print, that draws the eye around the room. Her Tod-slippered feet can sweep across my stone floor and arrive unspecked at their destination.
And, if the Great Martha were to stop there, I would measure up. My life would hold a semblance of value, of worthiness.
Most stop there.
Thank God.
I don’t mean that irreverently. How can I be irreverent? I’m the grateful adoptee of an upright preacher man and his loving wife. I’m the epitome of grateful recipient. All of Stars Hill would tell you that.
They don’t look past my kitchen.
Thank God.
But I don’t have much time to stand here, staring at a House Beautiful workspace. Scott will be home in two hours. And duck l’orange is not an easy dish for even one so seasoned as I.
Is it odd that I love French food yet Chinese blood runs through my veins? Hmm. Perhaps if I’d been raised on the soil my mother trod, I would know more of the cuisine of the Asian world. I might even be privy to which province most suits me.
I should visit China.
Did I just think that?
I can’t visit China. Daddy, that blessed preacher man, would be hurt if I went in search of a mother who was never Momma. Of a woman who took one look at me, then left me bawling on a doorstep in the dead of night.
Then again, Daddy has Zelda these days.
Now, Zelda, there’s a woman who follows every fancy. What a strange little bird she is. Those fiery red spikes in her hair make me think of either a surprised woodpecker or the recipient of an errant lightning bolt. When she smiles, her whole face turns upward. I hear we have that in common. I wish I could remember seeing a smile on my face. But when I’m alone, with a mirror reflecting the mystery of me, it isn’t a smile that comes to bear. Besides, what kind of lady wears spurs on her cowboy boots? Honestly, spurs! Why, one of these days she will rip a gash in Daddy’s ankle while they’re do-si-doing and twirling around the Heartland dance floor.
I assume that’s what happens inside that wretched place. How Kendra and Tandy spend Friday nights there is beyond me. To each her own, I suppose. Though my own will never involve cowboy boots and a twanging fiddle.
Do fiddles twang?
Maybe I meant guitar.
No matter. I have a duck to prepare.
* * *
“Did you see her?” Kendra tripped over the uneven sidewalk and grabbed Tandy’s arm. Cold gusts of wind beat at them, bringing snatches of icy rain below the sidewalk’s covering.
“Hey, watch it, sister!”
“Sorry.” She kept walking, shooting a murderous look back at the beguiling concrete. “We need to bring up sidewalk maintenance at the next town meeting.”
Tandy patted the coffee-colored hand still crooked in her elbow. “Now, Kendra, don’t be getting all drastic on me. Can you imagine what poor Tanner would do if we dared question the maintenance of our fair Stars Hill?”
“Huh.” Kendra huffed and let go of Tandy to stuff her hands in her pockets. “Probably remind us of all he’s done to keep this town in antique replica street lights and ten o’clock curfews.”
“At least the curfews are gone.”
They pulled their hoods up and stepped down from the sidewalk to cross College Street.
“I wonder how many times Daddy would have had to bail us out if they had that curfew when we were in high school?”
Tandy tucked a curl behind her ear and took long strides toward Clay’s Diner. “I seem to recall a certain sister needing bailed out anyway.”
“There was no bail involved. Just a minor misunderstanding.”
“That the whole town talked about for months.” Tandy grinned and pulled open the door of the diner. Heated air billowed out a welcome. “After you, Con Woman.”
“Yeah, keep it up, sis. I can always bring up improper car racing at the next town meeting.” Kendra sailed through the entry, ignoring Tandy’s, “You wouldn’t!” and hung her dripping coat on one of the hooks by the door.
Tandy sloughed off her own navy pea coat and stamped her yellow rain boots. “Would you?”
Kendra spun on a heel and walked off toward “their” booth in the back corner. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“There’s my darling wife!” Clay Kelner came around the counter toward them.
Kendra rolled her eyes and snatched up a menu. “Oh, spare me. Shouldn’t the newlywed bliss have worn off by now?”
“What are you upset about?” Clay allowed a quick glance for his sister-in-law, then bent and dropped a peck on Tandy’s upturned lips. “Are you and Darin fighting?”
“No.”
“Yes.” Tandy leveled a gaze at her sister. “Because Kendra is too busy spying on Joy to pay attention to her man and get their wedding planned.”
“Joy? The perfect one? Mrs. Plan-Everything-to-Death?” Clay’s eyebrows rose. “Why are you spying on Joy?”
“Because something’s wrong and I’m the only one in this family paying attention, that’s why.” Kendra slapped the menu on the table top. “And wedding plans are coming along fine, thank you very much.”
“Sure you’re not being your dramatic self?” Clay fast-stepped back before Kendra could swat him. “Lovable dramatic self, I meant!”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Kendra pointed the menu at Clay, then Tandy. “You laugh now, but something’s up and we need to find out what before it gets so bad we can’t fix it.”
1“Well, can we at least get some food first?” Tandy snatched the menu and put it back in its holder. “I can’t think on an empty stomach.”
“The usual?”
Both girls nodded and Clay turned back toward the kitchen.
When he’d gone, Kendra studied her sister. “Tandy, I know you think I’m nuts. But did you not see her at Darnell’s? I mean, she stood over that display of oranges for at least a full minute, just staring into space!”
“Yeah, I saw her, Ken.” Tandy sighed. “But you know Joy. She’s not going to appreciate us marching up into her house and demanding to know what’s wrong.”
“She wouldn’t care if Meg did it.” Kendra sniffed.
“Yes, she would. And she’s closer to Meg because this is exactly the kind of thing Meg wouldn’t do.”
Kendra huffed and turned away. Rain sluiced down the windows, making the streetlights outside sparkle. Inside, every table was filled with Stars Hill townfolk happily spooning up chili and vegetable soup. If we don’t figure this out soon, they will. And then Joy will be the talk of the town2. She pulled out her cell phone and punched buttons.
“Who are you calling?”
“Meg.” Her faux ruby ring glinted in the light when she held up a finger to stop Tandy’s objection. “Hey, Meg, it’s Kendra. Tandy and I are at the diner and wondered if you could drop by. Call me as soon as you get this.” She snapped the phone closed and dropped it back in her giant suede bag, now splashed with raindrops.
“And what will that accomplish?”
“We’re going to have Meg talk to Joy about this.”
“Since when can we get Meg to do anything? Did you discover some magic wand I don’t know about?”
Kendra pushed her mahogany-colored spirals back into the burgundy headwrap from which they’d escaped. “She’s been wanting me to paint a mural on Hannah’s wall for a month. I think she’ll do just about anything to get it done.”
Tandy leaned back in the seat and whistled low. “Remind me never to underestimate you, sister.”
Kendra stopped fixing her hair and leveled a stare at Tandy. “You better believe it.”
This kitchen is perfectly planned. If Martha Stewart visited, she’d be envious of my exquisite arrangement of pears and apricots, dusted with the slightest coating of glaze and balanced artfully in Mother’s old bowl. She’d gasp at the coordination of stripe to check, plaid to French country print, that draws the eye around the room. Her Tod-slippered feet can sweep across my stone floor and arrive unspecked at their destination.
And, if the Great Martha were to stop there, I would measure up. My life would hold a semblance of value, of worthiness.
Most stop there.
Thank God.
I don’t mean that irreverently. How can I be irreverent? I’m the grateful adoptee of an upright preacher man and his loving wife. I’m the epitome of grateful recipient. All of Stars Hill would tell you that.
They don’t look past my kitchen.
Thank God.
But I don’t have much time to stand here, staring at a House Beautiful workspace. Scott will be home in two hours. And duck l’orange is not an easy dish for even one so seasoned as I.
Is it odd that I love French food yet Chinese blood runs through my veins? Hmm. Perhaps if I’d been raised on the soil my mother trod, I would know more of the cuisine of the Asian world. I might even be privy to which province most suits me.
I should visit China.
Did I just think that?
I can’t visit China. Daddy, that blessed preacher man, would be hurt if I went in search of a mother who was never Momma. Of a woman who took one look at me, then left me bawling on a doorstep in the dead of night.
Then again, Daddy has Zelda these days.
Now, Zelda, there’s a woman who follows every fancy. What a strange little bird she is. Those fiery red spikes in her hair make me think of either a surprised woodpecker or the recipient of an errant lightning bolt. When she smiles, her whole face turns upward. I hear we have that in common. I wish I could remember seeing a smile on my face. But when I’m alone, with a mirror reflecting the mystery of me, it isn’t a smile that comes to bear. Besides, what kind of lady wears spurs on her cowboy boots? Honestly, spurs! Why, one of these days she will rip a gash in Daddy’s ankle while they’re do-si-doing and twirling around the Heartland dance floor.
I assume that’s what happens inside that wretched place. How Kendra and Tandy spend Friday nights there is beyond me. To each her own, I suppose. Though my own will never involve cowboy boots and a twanging fiddle.
Do fiddles twang?
Maybe I meant guitar.
No matter. I have a duck to prepare.
* * *
“Did you see her?” Kendra tripped over the uneven sidewalk and grabbed Tandy’s arm. Cold gusts of wind beat at them, bringing snatches of icy rain below the sidewalk’s covering.
“Hey, watch it, sister!”
“Sorry.” She kept walking, shooting a murderous look back at the beguiling concrete. “We need to bring up sidewalk maintenance at the next town meeting.”
Tandy patted the coffee-colored hand still crooked in her elbow. “Now, Kendra, don’t be getting all drastic on me. Can you imagine what poor Tanner would do if we dared question the maintenance of our fair Stars Hill?”
“Huh.” Kendra huffed and let go of Tandy to stuff her hands in her pockets. “Probably remind us of all he’s done to keep this town in antique replica street lights and ten o’clock curfews.”
“At least the curfews are gone.”
They pulled their hoods up and stepped down from the sidewalk to cross College Street.
“I wonder how many times Daddy would have had to bail us out if they had that curfew when we were in high school?”
Tandy tucked a curl behind her ear and took long strides toward Clay’s Diner. “I seem to recall a certain sister needing bailed out anyway.”
“There was no bail involved. Just a minor misunderstanding.”
“That the whole town talked about for months.” Tandy grinned and pulled open the door of the diner. Heated air billowed out a welcome. “After you, Con Woman.”
“Yeah, keep it up, sis. I can always bring up improper car racing at the next town meeting.” Kendra sailed through the entry, ignoring Tandy’s, “You wouldn’t!” and hung her dripping coat on one of the hooks by the door.
Tandy sloughed off her own navy pea coat and stamped her yellow rain boots. “Would you?”
Kendra spun on a heel and walked off toward “their” booth in the back corner. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“There’s my darling wife!” Clay Kelner came around the counter toward them.
Kendra rolled her eyes and snatched up a menu. “Oh, spare me. Shouldn’t the newlywed bliss have worn off by now?”
“What are you upset about?” Clay allowed a quick glance for his sister-in-law, then bent and dropped a peck on Tandy’s upturned lips. “Are you and Darin fighting?”
“No.”
“Yes.” Tandy leveled a gaze at her sister. “Because Kendra is too busy spying on Joy to pay attention to her man and get their wedding planned.”
“Joy? The perfect one? Mrs. Plan-Everything-to-Death?” Clay’s eyebrows rose. “Why are you spying on Joy?”
“Because something’s wrong and I’m the only one in this family paying attention, that’s why.” Kendra slapped the menu on the table top. “And wedding plans are coming along fine, thank you very much.”
“Sure you’re not being your dramatic self?” Clay fast-stepped back before Kendra could swat him. “Lovable dramatic self, I meant!”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Kendra pointed the menu at Clay, then Tandy. “You laugh now, but something’s up and we need to find out what before it gets so bad we can’t fix it.”
1“Well, can we at least get some food first?” Tandy snatched the menu and put it back in its holder. “I can’t think on an empty stomach.”
“The usual?”
Both girls nodded and Clay turned back toward the kitchen.
When he’d gone, Kendra studied her sister. “Tandy, I know you think I’m nuts. But did you not see her at Darnell’s? I mean, she stood over that display of oranges for at least a full minute, just staring into space!”
“Yeah, I saw her, Ken.” Tandy sighed. “But you know Joy. She’s not going to appreciate us marching up into her house and demanding to know what’s wrong.”
“She wouldn’t care if Meg did it.” Kendra sniffed.
“Yes, she would. And she’s closer to Meg because this is exactly the kind of thing Meg wouldn’t do.”
Kendra huffed and turned away. Rain sluiced down the windows, making the streetlights outside sparkle. Inside, every table was filled with Stars Hill townfolk happily spooning up chili and vegetable soup. If we don’t figure this out soon, they will. And then Joy will be the talk of the town2. She pulled out her cell phone and punched buttons.
“Who are you calling?”
“Meg.” Her faux ruby ring glinted in the light when she held up a finger to stop Tandy’s objection. “Hey, Meg, it’s Kendra. Tandy and I are at the diner and wondered if you could drop by. Call me as soon as you get this.” She snapped the phone closed and dropped it back in her giant suede bag, now splashed with raindrops.
“And what will that accomplish?”
“We’re going to have Meg talk to Joy about this.”
“Since when can we get Meg to do anything? Did you discover some magic wand I don’t know about?”
Kendra pushed her mahogany-colored spirals back into the burgundy headwrap from which they’d escaped. “She’s been wanting me to paint a mural on Hannah’s wall for a month. I think she’ll do just about anything to get it done.”
Tandy leaned back in the seat and whistled low. “Remind me never to underestimate you, sister.”
Kendra stopped fixing her hair and leveled a stare at Tandy. “You better believe it.”
Dynamic Uno here: I'm a huge fan of scrapbooking--in case you're just joining us--and the Sisters, Ink series by Rebeca Seitz is right up my alley! After all, combining reading with scrapbooking and you have the best of both worlds.
Scrapping Plans continues with the story of Joy and her problems with fertility. Things have gotten so bad at home, that even perfectionist Joy can no longer hide the pain she is in from the rest of the Sinclair sisters. Meg, Tandy, and Kendra (who is also trying to plan her wedding to Darrin) all try to pitch in and lend an ear to help Joy through this troubling time. After all, a scrap night must be called to form a plan of action.
As if baby problems and an upcoming wedding were crazy enough, the blue hairs at church have been "discussing" the Zelda situation. Do the girls really feel that Zelda can take their mother's place? How does their Dad factor into all of the shenanigans that result of an overheard situation? Does Joy ever overcome her fertility problems? Will Kendra and Darrin elope? How many scrapbooking nights must be called in order to sort out this messy time in their lives? You'll have to read the book to find out! I'll also tell you that there's even a surprise ending, but you'll have to read the book to see if your guess is correct.
Happy Reading!
Monday, August 4, 2008
WILD Card: Coming Unglued by Rebeca Seitz
It is time to play a Wild Card! Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a FIRST Wild Card Tour. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
Today's Wild Card author is:
and his/her book:
B&H Fiction (July 1, 2008)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Rebeca Seitz is Founder and President of Glass Road Public Relations. An author for several years, Prints Charming being her first novel. Sister’s Ink was the first book in the SISTERS, INK series of novels. (At the center of the creativity and humor are four unlikely young adult sisters, each separately adopted during early childhood into the loving home of Marilyn and Jack Sinclair.)Rebeca cut her publicity teeth as the first dedicated publicist for the fiction division of Thomas Nelson Publishers. In 2005, Rebeca resigned from WestBow and opened the doors of GRPR, the only publicity firm of its kind in the country dedicated solely to representing novelists writing from a Christian worldview.
Rebeca makes her home in Kentucky with her husband, Charles, and their son, Anderson.
Visit the author's website.
Product Details
List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: B&H Fiction (July 1, 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0805446915
ISBN-13: 978-0805446913
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Chapter One
Chapter One
“I mean it, Harry,” Kendra Sinclair let a bit of her fright and frustration leak into her tone.
Harry’s chuckle mocked. “You know you don’t. Come on, everybody has to eat.”
“Like I said, I’ve already eaten.” And I don’t need this kind of complication right now, even if I want it.
“Dessert, then, Kendra. You don’t want to end the day without dessert, do you?”
Yes, she did. No, she didn’t. Well, yeah, she did. She should. The sigh was out before she could stop it.
“I heard that. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“But—”
“See you soon.”
Kendra slammed the phone down and stared at it, waiting for it to jump up and bite her. It might as well have, for all the craziness it had brought her life in the past two months.
Okay, six months.
But there was that two month lull, so really, four months altogether.
“Imparticular man,” she muttered, pacing away from the phone and back. Her purple toenails gave a nice contrast as her feet sank into plush carpet the color of a pure snow drift. “Kendra Sinclair, you are not a conniving woman. What has gotten into you?”
She plopped down into the overstuffed couch the saleslady had called “polar bear” and pulled Miss Kitty onto her lap. Stroking the cat’s fur, she stared across the room. Tufts of fur fell onto the sofa, blending into the fabric there.
“Where’s Oprah when you need her?”
The cat purred its approval of Kendra’s long fingernails and sank down further into its mistress’s lap.
“Probably on some beach with Stedman, laughing at the rest of us who haven’t gotten it all figured out just yet. Right, Miss Kitty?”
The motoring purr increased in volume and Kendra smiled.
The phone rang and she jerked so hard, Miss Kitty toppled to the floor.
“Oh, sorry!” Kendra tossed the apology to Miss Kitty and jerked up the handset. “Hello?”
“Hey, how’s Stars Hill’s finest lady tonight?” Darin’s smooth voice hummed over the line and Kendra’s heart did a double take, frantically downshifting from the previous call. She straightened on the couch, then felt stupid when she realized he couldn’t possibly see how out of sorts she was through the phone line.
“Oh, I’m good. Good. Yeah, really good. How are you?”
“Wow, that’s three goods in the first five seconds. Something wrong?”
She propped her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested her jaw in her palm. Other women lowered their gazes and offered demure smiles when they were out of control. But Kendra? She stammered and fell all over herself with streams of words. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. Just sitting here talking to Miss Kitty.”
“Lucky cat.”
Kendra chuckled, feeling her heart rate settle back into the normal range even while her skin heated at the sound. “Tell her that. I knocked her off my lap when the phone rang.
“And she hasn’t clawed your eyes out yet?””
“Declawed, remember?.”
“Oh, right. Anyway, I know it’s last minute but I was wondering if you’d had dinner yet.”
“Oh, um, no. Well, yes, but that was a couple of hours ago. I mean, not that I need to eat anymore today. Gotta watch my waistline and all–”
His chuckle stopped her mid-sentence. “I’ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. See you soon.”
She heard the click of the phone and stared at it. Not five minutes ago a different man had said the same words. Her silk caftan swirled as she jumped up and fled to the bedroom, praying the first caller hadn’t been serious and was just leading her on.
Which her heart of hearts knew wouldn’t be out of character for him at all.
Harry’s chuckle mocked. “You know you don’t. Come on, everybody has to eat.”
“Like I said, I’ve already eaten.” And I don’t need this kind of complication right now, even if I want it.
“Dessert, then, Kendra. You don’t want to end the day without dessert, do you?”
Yes, she did. No, she didn’t. Well, yeah, she did. She should. The sigh was out before she could stop it.
“I heard that. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“But—”
“See you soon.”
Kendra slammed the phone down and stared at it, waiting for it to jump up and bite her. It might as well have, for all the craziness it had brought her life in the past two months.
Okay, six months.
But there was that two month lull, so really, four months altogether.
“Imparticular man,” she muttered, pacing away from the phone and back. Her purple toenails gave a nice contrast as her feet sank into plush carpet the color of a pure snow drift. “Kendra Sinclair, you are not a conniving woman. What has gotten into you?”
She plopped down into the overstuffed couch the saleslady had called “polar bear” and pulled Miss Kitty onto her lap. Stroking the cat’s fur, she stared across the room. Tufts of fur fell onto the sofa, blending into the fabric there.
“Where’s Oprah when you need her?”
The cat purred its approval of Kendra’s long fingernails and sank down further into its mistress’s lap.
“Probably on some beach with Stedman, laughing at the rest of us who haven’t gotten it all figured out just yet. Right, Miss Kitty?”
The motoring purr increased in volume and Kendra smiled.
The phone rang and she jerked so hard, Miss Kitty toppled to the floor.
“Oh, sorry!” Kendra tossed the apology to Miss Kitty and jerked up the handset. “Hello?”
“Hey, how’s Stars Hill’s finest lady tonight?” Darin’s smooth voice hummed over the line and Kendra’s heart did a double take, frantically downshifting from the previous call. She straightened on the couch, then felt stupid when she realized he couldn’t possibly see how out of sorts she was through the phone line.
“Oh, I’m good. Good. Yeah, really good. How are you?”
“Wow, that’s three goods in the first five seconds. Something wrong?”
She propped her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested her jaw in her palm. Other women lowered their gazes and offered demure smiles when they were out of control. But Kendra? She stammered and fell all over herself with streams of words. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. Just sitting here talking to Miss Kitty.”
“Lucky cat.”
Kendra chuckled, feeling her heart rate settle back into the normal range even while her skin heated at the sound. “Tell her that. I knocked her off my lap when the phone rang.
“And she hasn’t clawed your eyes out yet?””
“Declawed, remember?.”
“Oh, right. Anyway, I know it’s last minute but I was wondering if you’d had dinner yet.”
“Oh, um, no. Well, yes, but that was a couple of hours ago. I mean, not that I need to eat anymore today. Gotta watch my waistline and all–”
His chuckle stopped her mid-sentence. “I’ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. See you soon.”
She heard the click of the phone and stared at it. Not five minutes ago a different man had said the same words. Her silk caftan swirled as she jumped up and fled to the bedroom, praying the first caller hadn’t been serious and was just leading her on.
Which her heart of hearts knew wouldn’t be out of character for him at all.
Dynamic Uno here: Kendra is the main subject in the second book of the Sisters, Ink series. She surprises us with her relationship choices and has me wanting to smack her a couple of times during the book. After all, Darin seems like the best guy in the world and she's messing things up with him. (Isn't that typical behavior for us single girls? Or am I the only one?) You'll have to read the book to find out what she's doing to make even-keeled Darin upset, but let's just say it ties into her past. I enjoyed this book and can't wait to find out about the rest of the sisters and their lives. Rebeca Seitz is a wonderful author and if you enjoy all things scrapbooking--or even if you just enjoy a good story, you'll like this book! Let me know what you think!
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