Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Leap Into Books Hop

Now there are less than 2 weeks until my second suspense novel, CALLER ID will celebrate its birthday!

I'm excited to celebrate with you. In conjunction with the I Am a Reader, Not a Writer Blog Hop, I'm giving away this prize package:

Enter to win something for a reader, writer, or blogger!

Playing for Pizza: A Novel--John Grisham

Perilous--Tamara Hart Heiner

Predictable Results in Unpredictable Times--Bob Whitman & Stephen R. Covey

Writing That Works; How to Communicate Effectively In Business--Kenneth Roman & Joe Raphaelson

AND a handmade notebook, cute stack of notes, and a mini-bottle of Bath & Body Works Into The Wild lotion.

The dates for this hop are February 29th to March 5th ending at midnight.
Enter to win using the handle Google doc below.

Bonus entry: You can "Like" my book, Caller ID on Amazon.

  There are 200 blogs participating in this giveaway hop.Visit this link to enter at any of the participating blogs.

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Message of Strength When Men's Hearts Shall Fail Them

I wanted to share this video today. My husband sent it to me and it really touched me. I cried when I saw the clip of a woman caring for her sick and aging mother because right now that is what my mom is doing for my grandma. Just over a week ago, my sister and I made a fast trip to Idaho to see my grandma and it was a great visit, although sad. It's a tough time right now, but I'm thankful for the small moments of peace. I hope you enjoy this.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Winner of Tristi's New Book

The lucky winner of Tristi Pinkston's latest book, Targets in Ties is . . .

Tamera Westhoff

Tamera Westhoff said...Poor little guy! I've been patiently waiting for her book to come out on the Kindle, so I would love to win it! And yes, more books are always a favorite of mine for giveaways, because I read a ton and can't afford it! Especially a giveaway of your book that's coming out!

Congrats, Tamera and thanks to all those who entered!  Can't wait to tell you what is coming up next!

Friday, February 24, 2012

Cast Boy and a Contest

I just realized that I haven't posted a picture or the story of Cast Boy. Who is Cast Boy, you ask?

He is my 16 month old son.

It's been a bit hectic around here since Austin fell off the bench by my kitchen table and broke his arm in not one, not two, but THREE places! I took him to Instacare, but one of the fractures was at a 50% angle so they sent me to the ER where they set his arm in a splint with a mobile Xray machine. He didn't even cry. The doctors and nurses were so amazed, because the only time he did cry was when I had to go to the bathroom and the doctor held him. He's such a mellow fellow, and he must have a high pain tolerance!

Then he pulled what I'm calling a "Houdini" because somehow, with his arm tucked inside his onesie and zipped in his sleeper, he got his arm out of the splint.

So then we had to rush to the doctor again, get more X-rays and have it set again.
This is a picture of the first layer of the cast.

They wrapped it and the doctor pushed on his arm to straighten out the bones, then X-rayed it again to see if they were straight enough. My poor child had about 7 different pictures taken of his bones!

He didn't cry when he got his cast either because I gave him a sucker.

He has has some hard days, but is doing pretty good and we're counting down the days until he gets his cast off--and trying to keep him from climbing all over the furniture and breaking his other arm.

So I told you I wanted to have some giveaways to countdown to the launch of my next novel, CALLER ID.

In honor of Cast Boy and crazy antics, I thought this prize would be perfect. A copy of Tristi Pinkston's latest book, Targets in Ties.

The Secret Sisters, Ida Mae, Arlette, and Tansy are always getting into trouble. You can see my review here, and surmise why this book goes along perfectly with this blog post.

Celebrate with me as we count down the days until my book's birthday, March 13, 2012. If I were really organized at this point and hadn't spent lots of extra time in the hospital and doctor's offices, I would tell you what to expect. Instead, I will keep you in suspense, and since that's the genre Caller ID falls in, it's all good, right?
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment with your email address. You have until tomorrow, Saturday, February 25, 2012 at midnight to enter.  Please read my Liability Disclosures and Policy statement before entering giveaways hosted here.This contest open to everyone, U.S. and international.

What should I give away next? More books, chocolate, scrapbooking swag? I have some great ideas for giveaways, but what do you think?

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Winner of Random Acts of Kindness Giveaway

The winner of four wonderful, random books is...

Alex W.

Congrats Alex! I've contacted her to let her know she won.
Click here to see what she won, and stay tuned for another giveaway coming up. To celebrate the launch of my book, CALLER ID, I'm hosting a countdown until March 13th. More details to come...

Thursday Thought February

I desire to so conduct the affairs of this administration that if, at the end, when I come to lay down the reins of power, I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left, and that friend shall be down inside of me.

--Abraham Lincoln

What might happen if every president had the same desire?

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Review of Targets in Ties by Tristi Pinkston

 If you love hilarious whodunits with a side of refried beans while wearing a Panama hat, then Targets in Ties is your next read. Tristi Pinkston has written yet another Secret Sisters Mystery that will have you chuckling and scratching your head to figure out who is the mastermind behind the plot--of course, you'll have to remove your Panama hat to scratch your head.

Set in Mexico, Targets in Ties brings an international crime into the mix as the Secret Sisters set off for a vacation and the long-awaited reunion with Ida Mae's missionary nephew, Ren.
Here's a blurb from the book:
After two long years, Ren's mission is finally over, and it's time for Ida Mae, Arlette, and Tansy to travel to Mexico to pick him up. They have their itinerary all planned out visiting the ruins in the Yucatan, shopping, playing in the sand and surf and then they'll head to Ren's mission home and be reunited with that dear boy. But a wanted antiquities thief crosses their path, and soon the ladies find themselves tangled up in a web of lies, intrigue, and costly jewelry. Held hostage by men desperate for riches, they do what only they can do keep their heads about them, plan their escape, and discuss the proper making of tortillas. Will they survive their most harrowing adventure yet?

I love Tristi's writing style. Her books are full of wit, impossible-to-solve crimes and three old ladies that will have you laughing out loud as they sleuth their way through another adventure.

"Leave a comment on this blog post, and go visit Tristi's blog at http://www.tristipinkston.blogspot.com and become a follower.  You will then be entered to win this fun scrapbooking pack, including paper, tags, two decals, and metal tag frames. You have until midnight Mountain time on March 3rd to enter to win.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Random Acts of Kindness Giveaway Hop

Welcome to my stop on the Random Acts of Kindness Giveaway Hop hosted by http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com and Lora from Read for Your Future: http://readforyourfuture.blogspot.com/

Friday, February 17th is Random Acts of Kindness Day.
To celebrate I've joined the hop to bring you a simple way to win a sweet gift. I appreciate so many acts of kindness that people have shared with me lately. Just last week when my whole family went through the stomach flu and my baby broke his arm in 3 places, two of my neighbors brought us dinner. It was delicious and such a wonderful service!

For one of my random acts of kindness, I'm giving away 4 books on random topics, so enter to win:

For the Kids--7 Habits of Happy Kids by Sean Covey

For the Reader--Dear John by Nicholas Sparks

and Moonlight and Roses by Jackie Braun

For the Writer--The Practical Writer by Poets & Writers magazine (This is a used copy).

The dates for this hop are February 17th to 21st ending at midnight. *Please leave your email in a comment so I can contact you if you win as I am a dork and forgot to include that in the form. Sorry!

 This hop has a maximum of 2 entries per person so it should be easy to enter the giveaways on all the 150 participating blogs. See the linky list here and enter to your heart's content: http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-acts-of-kindness-giveaway-hop.html

~Inspired Kathy~
What Random Act of Kindness can you do today to celebrate?

Contest Rules:
Please read my Liability Disclosures and Policy statement before entering giveaways hosted here. Updated 12/8/2011 This giveaway is open to US Residents age 18 or older.  The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Winner will be announced by February 24, 2012. If potential Prize winner forfeits or does not claim the prize, prize will be re-awarded, in Sponsor’s sole discretion. All prizes will be awarded. All entrants agree to release of liability of the sponsor,  RachelleWrites. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. Open to legal residents of the 48 Lower U.S. & D.C., 18 & older. Begins 12:00 a.m. EST on 02/17/12 & ends 11:59 p.m. MST on 02/21/12.

Thursday Thought February

A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.

--Edwin Hubbell Chapin

I love this reminder. Sometimes I lose sight of this, but my place in the world is as a daughter of God, striving to live as He would have me do and emulating my savior, Jesus Christ.

What helps you find your place in the world?

Monday, February 13, 2012

Hitching a Ride & Writers Conference

Last Friday I attended LTUE, the 30th annual Life, The Universe & Everything symposium on writing was held at Utah Valley University this year. I could only attend one of the three days, but I think I picked a great day. My favorite part of the day was the keynote address by James Owen. I was so inspired by his story that I went out and bought his book, Drawing Out The Dragons, and then stood in line for him to sign it. It's remarkable.

I had a great time visiting with my writing buddies and making a few new ones. There were several great nuggets of wisdom, I picked up there to incorporate into my writing.

The funniest part was when I got ready to leave at about 7:15 that night. I had parked at the farthest lot (one of two that were free for conference attendees) and rode the shuttle over that morning. I wasn't sure if the shuttles were still running, so I thought I'd check. As I walked up to the bus stop, I noticed a man sitting there so I smiled, thinking if he was waiting, the shuttle must be running. I was about to say hello when I noticed the sign posted there stating that the shuttle stopped at 5pm on Fridays.
"I guess it isn't running then," I said aloud.
"It isn't?" the man asked and began studying the sign I pointed at. He hadn't noticed, so then he asked if I had a cell phone. He said he lived nearby and had left his phone home that day, but he would call and have someone come pick him up and drop me off at the parking lot.

I gave him my phone and he called his house. "I sure am glad you came by. I could have been waiting here another thirty minutes," he said after he handed me back my phone.
"I really can walk." I thought about the ride in on the shuttle and figured it was probably close to 3/4 mile from where I stood to the parking lot. The man insisted it was no problem, and while we were waiting another lady came walking up and frowned at the sign. I recognized her from another writers conference I attended and said hello. We found out we were parked in the same lot and she too was hoping for a ride on the bus. The man offered her a ride as well, but wasn't sure which vehicle his niece would be bringing to pick him up.

And that's how about five minutes later, I ended up in the back of a little 2-seater Ford pickup--the back as in, the man put the tailgate down so I could climb inside. He offered his seat to either my friend or I, and I told her to go ahead and sit up front. I'm a farm girl, so I figured I'd volunteer.

It was farther than I thought to the parking lot, maybe a mile, so I was glad for the ride and extremely glad I had carried my jacket around all day at the conference because that wind whipping across the back of the pickup was cold!

Moral of the story: Always carry your cell phone with you so when a random stranger asks to use it in return for a ride to the parking lot...wait, what about all that stranger danger stuff I tell my kids?

Do as I say, not as I do?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Book Review: September 12th We Knew Everything Would Be All Right

I picked this book up at my kids elementary school Scholastic Book Fair and began flipping through it. After the first couple pages, I was swallowing my tears. I bought the book and felt a little anxious about reading it to my kids. I thought about what I might say, what questions they might have about that fateful day--September 11, 2001.
I am so glad I bought this book. What a wonderful experience it was for me and my children.

Here's the little blurb from Amazon:
Heartfelt and touching book by 1st graders at Masterson Elementary School in Kennet, Missouri, about the day after the tragic events of September 11th. These students were given a commemorative Sept

On September 11th horrific events occurred, yet through the simple text and vibrant art of first graders, we are reminded that the world continued the next day. On each page, children experience the comforts of ordinary routines, such as their teacher reading books to them, having homework and recess, and knowing that 2 + 2 still equals 4. This is a poignant message of hope that reassures us all that even after bad things happen, tomorrow always brings a new day.

This book is written in such a beautiful way--perfect for starting a dialogue with children to explain the events of September 11, 2001. I think most adults will have tears in their eyes after reading this simple story.

I could see my daughters minds whirring as we looked at the pictures illustrated by first-graders and I explained about the jets flying into the twin towers. We talked about the thousands of people who died and were injured that day and how it affected our country. I was able to help them understand a little bit more about freedom, our flag, pride in America, and what it means to support your country.

It was also important because we talked about how when bad things happen, we keep going--we keep living and trying to do what's right. We personally talked about how bad things happen to good people sometimes, and even though it's hard to understand, we can always rely on the simple truths that God loves us and His son, Jesus Christ is our Savior.

If you haven't had the opportunity to talk to your children about 9/11, get this book and provide an experience that will touch their hearts and yours.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Chapter 1 Sneak Peek of CALLER ID

Here's a sneak peek of my second suspense novel
CALLER ID Official Release Date: March 13, 2012

This work is copyrighted. 

Unauthorized distribution prohibited


By Rachelle J. Christensen

Chapter 1

            The flesh of the apple broke with a satisfying crunch as Courtney bit off another juicy mouthful. She tossed the core in the garbage and then bent to tighten the laces of her running shoes. Her cell phone beeped and she checked the text that had just come through from her father.
            They still haven’t found the murderer. Are you running with Sean today?
            Courtney shook her head. Even though she was twenty-three and able to take care of herself, Eric Beckham hadn’t ceased worrying about his only daughter. She typed in a reply:
            Yes. Running with Sean. Don’t worry.
            Courtney hurried out the front door and unlocked her car. She’d left work a half-hour early to pick up office supplies and barely had time to change into her running shorts before it was time to meet Sean.
She slid into her Mini Cooper and revved the engine, heading up Big Cottonwood Canyon. She loved her bright yellow convertible, but the heat waves rolling through the rugged Utah mountains known as the Wasatch Front had Courtney turning up the AC and keeping the top closed.
            Fifteen minutes later, Courtney parked off the side of a dirt road and glanced at her watch. It was half-past six—Sean should’ve been here by now. The dry heat assaulted her as soon as she opened the door of her car. She stepped out and adjusted her sunglasses, then stretched her arms over her head. Courtney pulled her long, dark hair into a ponytail then she walked around the back of her car and lifted the trunk to grab an extra water bottle from the arsenal she stored there.
            “Hey, Babe.”
            Courtney whirled around and ran right into a white shirt emblazoned with a red U. “Sean, you scared me!”
            He chuckled and embraced her. “Hello, to you too. Why are you so jumpy?”
            “I didn’t see your car—you surprised me.”
            “I’m parked right there past that stand of trees.” He pointed to the back end of his dark green SUV.
            Courtney squinted. “I can barely see it. You did that on purpose.”
            Sean smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He rubbed her arms. “You okay now?”
            “I’m sorry. You know my dad doesn’t want me running in this canyon or doing anything alone in this area. Ever since that guy was murdered last year, he thinks it’s too dangerous.”
            “The marathon runner.” Sean ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. “I remember that. Did they ever catch the guy who shot him?”
            “No, but I’m sure the victim was involved in something bad. Normal people don’t get murdered in the mountains while they’re out for a run.”
            “Probably what that poor guy thought,” Sean said.
            “Now you sound like my dad.”
            “No, I don’t. I’m not worried. That guy didn’t have a two-hundred-sixty-pound tight-end running with him.” He flexed his arms over his head and grinned.
            Courtney rolled her eyes.
            “I just love it when you give me that look.” Sean nuzzled her neck, leaving kisses along her jawline.
            “I didn’t give you a look,” she murmured before he covered her mouth with his. She relaxed into his embrace and breathed in the tangy scent of his cologne. Her fingers brushed the coarse brown hair at the nape of his neck.
            Sean Whitmore played football for the University of Utah, and the tight end position could be taken literally when it came to his body. Sculpted biceps and triceps kept the short sleeves of his shirt taut, and he spent a lot of time in the weight room to keep them that way.
            Between kisses, Courtney inhaled and tipped her head back. “We’d better get started. Didn’t you say you wanted to run six miles today?”
            “Did I say that? I think I’d rather do something else. It’s way too hot. You’re way too hot.” He leaned in for another kiss.
            “I’m not letting you off that easy. It’ll be cooler the higher we run up the trail. You’d better drink this.” She untangled herself before Sean could kiss her again and pulled another water bottle from her trunk.
Closing the trunk, Courtney leaned against the car and drank the lukewarm water, gazing out at the city of Cottonwood Heights below her. She glanced at Sean and felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. He wasn’t satisfied with just kissing anymore. Courtney had hoped he would be different than the other guys she’d dated. Her mother had advised her to tell Sean about the incident with Felix so he would understand why she needed to take things slow, but every time she thought about confiding in Sean, she felt the old anxiety taking over.
Instead of dealing with her problem, she’d adopted a carefree, flirty attitude to cover her nerves. It was easier that way. Everyone thought things were fine and as long as she was careful she could handle herself. When Courtney finished off the water, she tossed the bottle in her car and locked the doors.
            Sean had walked to the edge of the tree line. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into his SUV. “Ice cream tonight?”
            Courtney lowered her eyes and sidled up next to him. His bare chest felt warm under the sun’s rays. “If you can keep up with me.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and dashed toward the trailhead. Sean grumbled, and she laughed when she heard him sprinting to catch up.
            The run felt invigorating, even though the air was still dry with the July heat. The dark green branches of the fir trees stretched over the trail, shading them from the worst of the sun. They ran a full loop just shy of six miles and ended back at the side of the road next to Sean’s SUV. 
            “Thanks, Court,” Sean said. “You know how to push the limits.” He pulled her close and kissed her.
            “So do you,” she said. “You may be good-looking, but your sweat still smells like a guy.” She pointed at the sheen of perspiration on his chest and wrinkled her nose.
            Sean laughed. “We’re going to have to do this again, but the first home game is only a month away. Coach said the new assistant is gonna kick our butts with his practice schedule, so I’ll be spending my time on the field.”
            “Am I going to have to find a new running partner?”
“You’re going to have to find a new running route. Hey, maybe you can run around the practice field to help motivate me.”
“I think that’d be more dangerous than running in the mountains with a murderer on the loose.”
Sean put his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “This season is gonna be the best, thanks to my own personal cheerleader.”
Courtney closed her eyes and felt his lips against hers. A thrill tingled up her spine as Sean murmured, “You’re so beautiful.” His hands felt warm against her tank top and he hooked a finger under her shoulder strap and pulled it down her arm.
She swatted his hand away. “Don’t stretch out my shirt. This is one of my favorites.”
            “C’mon, Court,” Sean said. He kissed her again and trailed his fingers down her arm.       
Courtney stepped out of his grasp. “I’d better get going. I have a few things to finish up tonight for my dad.”
            Sean groaned. “Why do you always do this to me?”
            “What? You know my rules.”
            Sean pressed his lips into a tight line and blew out a breath. “You’re a tease.”
            “No, I’m not.” Courtney felt her face flush with anger.
            “Yes, you are.” Sean’s face was only inches from hers. “You always want to be the center of attention. You want everyone to notice you.”
            She stepped back. “What? Where’s this coming from?”
             “I used to like it. We’d walk into a room and every guy would look up and think, Man that is one fine chick. That guy is so lucky. And I was good with that because I figured they knew you were with me—you were mine.” Sean blew out a breath. “But now I know you just want to play. You’re never gonna get serious.”
            Courtney looked up at the cloudless sky above them and shook her head. “Well, I’m sorry if I’m not interested in your idea of getting serious.”
            “It’s all a game to you, isn’t it?” Sean said. “You’re just having fun, right?”
            “I was having fun, but it’s not just a game.” She rubbed the back of her neck and wished there was an easy way to explain her fears to Sean. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.”
            Sean swore. “What’s it been? Almost two months? And you’re still teasing me.” He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “And given the chance, you’d probably make out with half the guys in that room I was just talking about.”
            “You are a self-absorbed, first-rate jerk. You’re mad at me because I’m willing to kiss a few guys, but not sleep with them?” Courtney narrowed her eyes. “What are you saying?”
            “I’m saying I’m tired of wasting my time with you.” Sean pushed past her and yanked the door of his SUV open.
            Courtney bit her lip to keep it from trembling. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” The old hurt welled up inside her chest, but she didn’t want Sean to see how he’d affected her. She headed for her car with her head held high. “Good luck with football. I hope you get your trash kicked.”
            Sean peeled out onto the road, kicking up dirt and gravel as Courtney walked away. She waited for the dust to settle before pushing the button to retract the hood of her convertible.
On the way home, Courtney refused to let herself cry. She’d seen the warning signs—a split with Sean was inevitable. Blinking rapidly kept the tears at bay—she didn’t want her mom to see her with red, puffy eyes. Sean’s words had cut her to the core. He hadn’t taken the time to see past her fa├žade. She wasn’t just a pretty face or a tease. Clenching the steering wheel, she pressed down on the gas pedal. Men. They were all the same. They didn’t want to get to know her—they just wanted action.
            Courtney swallowed the lump in her throat and swiped the moisture from her eyes. She didn’t want to get serious with anyone yet. There were reasons for that. She wanted to make some changes in her life, but it was hard when everyone expected her to act a certain way. If only she could find a guy who made her feel safe enough to open up, safe enough to be loved.
If the right guy was out there, Courtney definitely hadn’t found him and she was tired of looking. Finishing college topped her list, and most of her concentration lately had been on preparing for her final semester in the fall. She wanted to enjoy this time in her life, and that didn’t include what Sean had in mind.  Past experiences had given her a taste of caution when it came to getting serious with a guy.
With a sigh, Courtney pushed thoughts of Sean from her mind and tried to enjoy the drive. It was still eighty degrees, but as she coasted down the road bordered by pine trees and scrub oak, the breeze felt good on her skin. It took her less than fifteen minutes to drive through the forested area toward her parents’ sprawling estate nestled in Big Cottonwood Canyon.
            The paved driveway seemed to sweat under the oppressive heat as she approached the massive gates to her home. She pushed the button on her remote and the gate swung open so she could speed through. She didn’t bother to park in the garage, and flinched when her tires squealed as she turned sharp in front of the house.
            Courtney punched in the code to open the front door and called out, “Mom, are you here?” Her own voice echoed against the high ceilings of the entryway. She traipsed into the oversized kitchen and dining room. It wasn’t a surprise to find no one at home. For a moment, Courtney longed for the chance to talk to her mom about her boyfriend problems, but she pushed the thought aside. Maybe it was better this way. She wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.
A bark and a jingle preceded the family dog, Pepper. She bent to scratch the cocker spaniel’s ears, and Pepper rolled onto his back. “Okay, you silly dog.” She rubbed his tummy. The quiet of the house allowed her a moment to relax. She dropped chunks of ice into a glass of water. They clanked together and immediately began shrinking. She gulped the ice water and refilled her glass.
            Her cell phone rang and Pepper yipped and jumped up on Courtney as she answered the call. She smiled when her dad’s picture popped up on the Caller ID. People often told Courtney that she took after her father. Eric Beckham was a handsome man. At forty-nine, his black hair still fell thick above his brow line. Courtney had the same dark hazel eyes and high cheekbones, but she’d inherited her mother’s small, lithe figure. “Hey, Dad. Aren’t you at dinner?”
“Yes. Why didn’t you answer your cell earlier?  We’ve had some things come up at the office and I wonder if you could cover for Mandy in the morning.” His questions spilled out so quickly, Courtney wasn’t sure which to answer first.
“I was running with Sean, remember?” She pulled the elastic from her hair and shook out the midnight strands. “I can cover for Mandy.” Courtney didn’t want to mention that she and Sean were history because then she’d have to hear the lecture about how she wouldn’t have so many relationship problems if she would just date someone her father recommended for once.
“Have you seen your mother?” Eric’s voice sounded terse.
“Nope. She’s probably out with Heidi.” Courtney untied her running shoes and wriggled her toes.
 “Hmm. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”
She straightened and climbed the stairs to her room. “Aren’t you coming home tonight?”
Eric cleared his throat. “No, I have too many things at the office to finish up. I’d better let you go, Sweets.”
As Courtney walked down the hall to her room, she glanced toward the master bedroom. Lately, her father had been sleeping at the office a few times a week, and her mother seemed to plan her nights out to coincide with his work schedule. It left Courtney with a quiet house to relax in, but she didn’t like the uneasy feeling she had when she thought about her parents’ marriage.
She swiped a strand of hair from her forehead and grabbed her cotton pajama shorts. A cool shower would feel good right about now. Her phone vibrated and she unlocked the screen to view the incoming text.  It was from Sean.
I’m sorry about tonight. Can I make it up to you? I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six. Wear something nice.
            She brushed the keypad with her fingers, trying to decide how to reply. Part of her wanted to tell him where he could go tomorrow at six. But she knew Sean was persistent. If she refused now, he’d call her the rest of the night—maybe even show up at the house—and she wasn’t in the mood to fight with him.
Courtney frowned. Dating was such a pain. It was supposed to be fun, but there was way too much drama involved. Well, maybe she’d give Sean a taste of his own medicine. She smiled and pushed the keys rapidly.
Will a little black dress work?
            She reclined against her pillow and tried to quiet her inner conscience telling her not to tease. Her phone pinged, signaling a new message.
Yeah, you look smokin’ in black.
            Putting off the inevitable break up wasn’t a good idea. Courtney pursed her lips. She’d figure out a way to end it with Sean—but not tonight.
            With a sigh, she rolled over on the bed and flipped on the TV. She’d programmed the DVR to record the news every night so she could watch the sports highlights and stay up with Sean and his ramblings about college football. What a waste of time. She pushed “play” and began fast-forwarding through the headline news. She stopped when a ticker stating “Breaking News” caught her attention.
            She rewound and read the ticker at the bottom of the screen: Man arrested believed to be involved with last summer’s murder in Big Cottonwood Canyon.
So they finally found him. Courtney couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. She thought about all the times her dad had discouraged her from going horse-back riding in the mountains near their property because of the murder. From the looks of things, the case was closed. It was time for a horseback ride.

Want to keep reading?
Publisher: Sweetwater Books (CFI National Imprint), March 13, 2012

ISBN: 978-1-59955-990-2
List Price $15.99
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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Thursday Thought February

Sincerity is impossible unless it pervades the whole being, and the pretense of it saps the very foundation of character.
--James Russell Lowell

Doesn't it just make your day when someone gives you a sincere compliment?
Brighten someone's day today and tell them why they are special.


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