Monday, March 31, 2014

Book Blast - Fortune Cookie by Josie Kilpack

  Fortune CookieFortune Cookie Sadie Hoffmiller has always liked things to be just so. A place for everything and everything in its place. Order over chaos. And of all things Sadie should be able to control, her own wedding is at the top of the list. With the big day just three weeks away, Sadie is busily adding the final touches to her wedding plans but the arrival of a mysterious letter from San Francisco changes everything. The only person Sadie knows in San Francisco is her older sister, Wendy, whom she hasn’t seen since their mother’s funeral nearly fifteen years ago. Sadie has faced off against murderers and criminals in recent years, yet the possibility of reconnecting with her sister is both overwhelming and frightening. Sadie soon discovers, however, that the letter is just the beginning when Wendy’s world turns out to be a place of unanswered questions, twisted truths, and more than one person with a motive for murder. The more Sadie digs into her sister’s past, the more she places her own future at risk.
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JosiAuthor Josi S. Kilpack Josi S. Kilpack hated to read until her mother handed her a copy of The Witch of Blackbird Pond when she was 13. From that day forward, she read everything she could get her hands on and accredits her writing “education” to the many novels she has “studied” since then. She began writing her first novel in 1998 and never stopped. Her novel, Sheep’s Clothing won the Whitney Award 2007 for Mystery/Suspense. Lemon Tart, the first book in the Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mystery series was a finalist in 2009. Josi currently lives in Willard Utah with her husband, children and super-cute cat.
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Saturday, March 29, 2014

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Book Blast Giveaway from Susan Hatler!!!

The Better Date than Never Box Set will be on sale for .99¢ for a limited a time. The box set is usually $9.99 and will be on sale Mar. 24 – Mar. 30.

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Better Date than Never Boxed Set (Books 1-6)

This book bundle includes six contemporary romance novellas from the bestselling series, Better Date than Never. Dating is so much easier when you have good friends to lean on. . . .

(Love at First Date, Book #1)
Ellen may not believe in storybook love, but it’s about to rewrite her life. . . .

(Truth or Date, Book #2)
Truth or Dare is all fun and games until a spontaneous dare has Gina falling for the office playboy.

(My Last Blind Date, Book #3)
Should Rachel risk another dating disaster by trying yet again for love?

Save the Date, Book #4
Kristen swears off men, but temptation swoops in when her sexy friend Ethan starts flirting with her.

(A Twist of Date, Book #5)
Will Melanie have to follow her best friend’s narrow dating rules in order to find lasting love?

(License to Date, Book #6)
Kaitlin agrees to five dates in five days only to fall for the mysterious bartender who’s there to witness them all.

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Susan Hatler is an international bestselling author who writes humorous and emotional contemporary romance and young adult novels. A natural optimist, she believes life is amazing, people are fascinating, and imagination is endless. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too. You can visit her website at

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Intermezzo by Melinda Morgan - Review & Giveaway through Mar 30

Book Two in the Birthright Legacy

Two weeks... that's all Jonathan said he needed.?For two weeks Grace and Jonathan would hide me from an enemy that until recently I didn't even know existed.?It sounded logical, but when has love ever proved to be logical??The catch??Grace's plan involved traveling--and traveling meant taking a trip back in time to Marensburg, Pennsylvania, where Jonathan grew up more than 150 years ago.?The idea was scary, but kinda cool.

Grace's plan was simple.?While I hide in the past, Jonathan would stay in present-day Andersen where he'd train a special regiment of Lebas to fight against the legion of intruders who (according to Eric) are on their way to destroy me.?Why me??And why a whole legion??When I finally discovered the answers to those questions it put everyone's nerves on edge.?But Jonathan believed keeping me safe would help him focus, so I was willing to go.

Nothing is ever simple, however.?I knew something was wrong when I discovered my mortal body couldn't travel.?When I woke up, I was in the body of Eleanor Hastings, Jonathan's first love.?I admit that for the first two weeks I didn't mind being Eleanor.?Eleanor was beautiful--the absolute embodiment of perfection.?She turned heads wherever she went. Moreover, she had full use of her left hand! But two weeks became three, then four, and eventually months passed with no word from Grace or Jonathan.

Then I discovered that Eleanor was still present inside me, and she didn't feel about Jonathan the way he felt about her. Her strong desire to surface and be with the man she loves has created an inner conflict I'm having difficulty controlling. 
So, here I am, trapped in 1864 with no way to return to the present.?I hope someone, someday, finds this diary.?I'm trying not to consider the possibilities of what went wrong, and it's unbearable to accept the only possible explanation that makes any sense--Jonathan and Grace aren't coming because the intruders won.?

Will I ever be Beth Arrington again?

Oh, Jonathan...

Chellz Review~
I have to admit, I have been waiting anxiously for Intermezzo to be released.  I was thrilled beyond words. There is so much more to this story than I ever thought possible.  Eleanor's father causes drama for Beth and the rules of society are not easy for Beth to follow.  It is no wonder that Mrs. Weddington thinks that Eleanor is possessed.  We are introduced to  life in the 1800's and many new characters.  Thoughtful, noble, caring and perfect are just some of the words I will use to describe William.   If you have read Etude, you have to read Intermezzo and enjoy the story of 2 young ladies sharing 1 body and each in love with a different young man. 

Jewelz Reivew~
Intermezzo is perfect as the sequel to Etude and the precurser to Coda. I cannot wait to get my hands on Coda - the final book in the Birthright Legacy trilogy. One of the many things I love about Melinda Morgan's books is that the titles perfectly describe the book. Just as Etude was a book that followed the format of an actual etude - beginning simply and growing increasingly complex as it came to the end, Intermezzo serves as a bit of a "break" from the main storyline taking place in the 21st century.

At the end of Etude, Beth Arrrington "travels" to the 1800's in order to escape the evil Bailey. When she arrives in the 1800s however, her soul is trapped within the body of Eleanor Hastings. Not only does Beth struggle to conform to the societal requirements of Civil War period Pennsylvania, but she must find balance between her needs and Eleanor's.

While we get a little break from the war raging between the immortals, we gain much needed insight to the complex relationship between Jonathon and Eleanor - not to mention the relationship between Beth and Eleanor that we didn't even know existed! The glimpse of Jonathan's life in the 1800s that we got in Etude is simplistic at best. With Intermezzo we get so much detail about that time period and we learn so much about Eleanor and begin to glimpse just how complex things can get where immortals are involved.

I experienced a wide range of emotions while devouring this book. At times there was sorrow, then laughter. My heart ached for Beth, Eleanor, William and Jonathan. I was frustrated with Eleanor's parents, but sympathetic also. There is definitely and underlying theme of living up to your birthright - and the consequences that come if you choose not to. 

FYI - For the most part a clean read - a couple curse words along with some violence and some reference to intimacy, but no open-door intimate scenes.

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Monday, March 24, 2014

The Reflections of Queen Snow White by Davis Meredith

What happens when "happily ever after" has come and gone?
On the eve of her only daughter, Princess Raven's wedding, an aging Snow White finds it impossible to share in the joyous spirit of the occasion. The ceremony itself promises to be the most glamorous social event of the decade. Snow White’s castle has been meticulously scrubbed, polished and opulently decorated for the celebration. It is already nearly bursting with jubilant guests and merry well-wishers. Prince Edel, Raven's fiancĂ©, is a fine man from a neighboring kingdom and Snow White's own domain is prosperous and at peace. Things could not be better, in fact, except for one thing:
The king is dead.
The queen has been in a moribund state of hopeless depression for over a year with no end in sight. It is only when, in a fit of bitter despair, she seeks solitude in the vastness of her own sprawling castle and climbs a long disused and forgotten tower stair that she comes face to face with herself in the very same magic mirror used by her stepmother of old.
It promises her respite in its shimmering depths, but can Snow White trust a device that was so precious to a woman who sought to cause her such irreparable harm? Can she confront the demons of her own difficult past to discover a better future for herself and her family? And finally, can she release her soul-crushing grief and suffocating loneliness to once again discover what "happily ever after" really means?
Only time will tell as she wrestles with her past and is forced to confront The Reflections of Queen Snow White.

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David Meredith is a writer and educator originally from Knoxville, Tennessee. He recieved both a Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Arts from East Tennessee State University, in Johnson City, Tennessee as well and a Tennessee State Teaching license. On and off, he spent nearly a decade,  from 1999-2010 teaching English in Northern Japan, but currently lives with his wife and three children in the Nashville Area where he continues to write and teach English.

Tifferz Take~
This is a Snow White story with a twist. What happens when Snow White finds the magic mirror of the old queen. Snow White learns from her past to shape her future after the loss of her dear Charming. Snow White has issues that are buried deep and needs to deal with them. Will the trip down memory lane be helpful? The journey is not always a pleasant. Reliving pain is always hard but I think helpful. Being reminded of life changing choices is a positive thing. We see how much abuse that Snow White had experienced through her life. But we also see the good moments as well. Will Snow White find joy again? You must read it to find out.

Plot hole-In the beginning of the story Raven Snow White's daughter request an audience with her mother and Snow White is quite upset about this but nothing ever comes of it.

Just FYI-This does contain detailed sexual situations...for me too detailed. It started out sweet and went down hill.  For me less is more. If you are like me I would just skip those parts. Also, some of the women and how they talk to Snow White is quite crude. The story also does have a swear word in it.

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Jewelz Review~
This book is definitely a different take on the story of Snow White. It begins as her daughter Raven is nearing her wedding day and Prince Charming has been dead about a year. Snow is still is a deep depression since the passing of her true love - so deep that she has been nothing short of a recluse. Snow journeys up to the long-neglected tower that once belonged to her step mother, the evil queen. There she finds the magic mirror. Is this mirror evil? What will the mirror show her when she looks into its depths? After all a mirror only shows a reflection of oneself, right?

Mr. Meredith has taken the beloved fairy tale of Snow White and presented it in a unique and intriguing way. This isn't a "Disney" retelling of the story, nor is it a child's fairy story. The Reflections of Queen Snow White is deep, emotional, and raw. In my opinion it was a bit graphic, but the graphic nature, along with the format (one of memories and reflections) is what makes it stand out from other Snow White retellings.

While I cannot say I "enjoyed" the book (it's too raw and graphic for that) I truly appreciated this insight and perspective on the story of Snow White - it provides a depth to Snow White's character that I personally haven't come across before. It is thoroughly engaging and definitely worth the read.

FYI  - I agree with Tifferz' note: there are a couple intimate scenes that are more descriptive than I care for in my reading material, but that can easily be skipped over when reading. The abuse Snow White faces is also fairly graphic. If you have delicate sensibilities or are considering this book for a reader under 18 I'd suggest caution with this one :)

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Playing Cupid by Christine S. Feldman

Much as she loves her meddling matchmaker of a grandmother, free-spirited Aimee Beasley is tired of dodging the dull and downright tiresome dates the older woman keeps trying to arrange for her. So when she notices her beloved Gran preening in the presence of a distinguished elderly gentleman who’s been visiting their apartment building, Aimee is delighted at the prospect of turning the tables on her.

But her plans to match her grandmother up with the gentleman in time for 
Valentine’s Day hit a snag when Aimee realizes he’s the uncle of their downstairs neighbor, a stodgy thirty-something history professor named Doyle with whom she butts heads on a regular basis. She’ll need to find a way to make nice and enlist his help, or her plan to see her long-widowed Gran happily matched again will never work.

For Gran’s sake, she’s determined to find a way. In the process, she starts to realize that her cranky downstairs neighbor has a softer side she never suspected existed. 

And when it comes to romantic heroes, history professors may not have gotten a fair shake…

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~Playing Cupid: Opening Excerpt~
Aimee Beasley held the door open to their apartment building’s lobby for her beloved and bespectacled Gram as the older woman listed the many wonderful qualities possessed by her pharmacist, starting with his full head of hair and ending with his detailed knowledge of the common side effects of every medication known to humankind.  It was a surprisingly long list, so either Gram had spent a great deal of time compiling it, or she had simply made half of it up.  Either way, her dedication to her cause was admirable.
“So?” said Gram, expectant and finally pausing to draw breath as she peered at her granddaughter through tortoiseshell glasses that seemed to dwarf her face.
Aimee shook her head.
“But he’s such a nice young man—“ her grandmother protested.
“I’m sure the two of you would have a lovely time getting to know each other.”
“Nope.”  This was becoming an all too familiar conversation between them, and it was usually sparked by whatever “suitable” prospect had happened to catch Aimee’s matchmaking grandmother’s eye most recently.  Today, of course, it had been her pharmacist, a man who Aimee was quite sure had as little interest in dating her as she did in going out with him.
Gram held a quivering hand to her heart and sighed dramatically.
“Nice try, Gram,” Aimee said patiently, unperturbed and shifting the bag of groceries she carried to one hand so she could dig in her pocket for her keys with the other.  “You know that won’t work on me.”
The older woman scowled, but the quiver in her hand abruptly disappeared.  
“I don’t know why you insist upon turning down every young man I find for you.  I’d appreciate it if you’d keep an open mind about this sort of thing, Aimee.”
“And I’d appreciate it if you’d stop trying to pimp me out.”  Aimee finally 
found her keys and pulled them out to shove the right one into their mailbox.  
Pulling out the handful of envelopes and flyers inside, she closed it again and led the way to the elevator.
“But, dear, my pharmacist is really very charming.”
“Then you go out with him.”
Gram frowned at Aimee again and took the mail from her so Aimee could better balance the groceries.  “He’s barely thirty.”
Aimee let out a wolf whistle.  “My Gram, the cougar!”
“The what?”
The elevator opened, and both women stepped inside.  “It’s an older woman who likes to play with young boy-toys, Gram.  But if you do decide to bring your pharmacist home with you one day, do me a favor and put a sock on the door or something so I know not to go barging in, okay?”
“Young lady—“ Gram began, sputtering at her granddaughter as the elevator carried them up to the fourth floor.
Aimee gave her a cheeky grin.
The older woman’s eyes narrowed, and she recovered her composure.  “Don’t think I’ll give up that easily.  I’ve got plenty of time on my hands and little else to do besides think about these kinds of things, you know.”
“Bring it, lady,” Aimee returned, and then planted an affectionate kiss on top of the other woman’s headful of white curls as the elevator doors opened.  “So, turkey or tuna today?” she asked as they reached their apartment door and she juggled keys and groceries again.
“Melt or mayo?”
“Melt, I think,” Gram decided, following Aimee into the apartment.  “With the cheddar, if you don’t mind.”
“Cheddar it is.  Give me five minutes to put this stuff away, and I’ll fix it.”
“Oh, dear…”
“Okay, three minutes.”  Aimee pulled open the refrigerator door and began stuffing groceries inside.  “Are you really that hungry?”
“What?  Oh no, it’s not that.”  Gram waved an envelope.  “It appears we’ve gotten another piece of Mr. Berkley’s mail mixed in with ours again.  Fifth time this month, I think.”
Aimee twitched at the sound of his name.  Actually, it was the sixth time this month.  Not all that shocking considering D. Berkley lived in apartment three-twelve and D. Beasley lived in four-twelve, but it was unfortunate all the same, because each time it meant Aimee had to go downstairs, knock on Doyle Berkley’s door, and then—she grimaced—speak to the man.  Judging by the expression on his face every time he opened the door and saw her standing there, he enjoyed these little mail exchanges about as much as she did.
But this particular piece of mail didn’t look all that thick.  Maybe she could shove it under the door and make a break for it.  Sort of like pulling the pin from a grenade and then running.
“Dear, would you mind…?”  Gram held the letter out to her.
“Sure, Gram,” Aimee agreed, forcing a smile as she took it and turned to go.
“Wait—here, take some scones,” her grandma said, hastily reaching into the 
grocery bag for the pastries they’d picked up at the bakery minutes earlier and arranging some on a small plate.  “It’s the polite thing to do when calling on a neighbor.”
So much for shoving the mail under the door.  “I’m not ‘calling’ on him—“
“Manners, Aimee.  You can’t go empty-handed.”
“I’m not empty-handed.  I’ve got his mail.”
But her grandma thrust the plate of scones at her anyway.  “Good neighbors are hard to come by, and Mr. Berkley is a good neighbor.”
Aimee snorted.
“He is!  He’s been very helpful to me in the past.  I don’t know why you dislike him so.”
“Because he walks around like he’s got a stick up his—“
“Aimee Elizabeth Beasley!”
“I was going to say backside,” Aimee returned piously.
“No, you were not.”
No, she wasn’t, but all Aimee said in response was, “Be back in a minute,” and then she slipped back out the door.
* * *
The third floor was virtually identical to the fourth, and both showed their 
age.  The pinstripe wallpaper must have been an update from whatever had covered the walls originally, but it was well-faded now itself, and the plain brown carpet in the hallways was worn so thin that it hardly looked like carpet anymore.  No, the Belmont was not exactly the most cutting edge when it came to apartment complexes, although it might have been fifty years ago when it was first built.  It was, however, the place where Ms. Delia Beasley had lived quite happily for the past three decades, and she had made it quite clear that she had no intention of moving.
Naturally, her son—Aimee’s father—was less than thrilled about his elderly and widowed mother living on her own, and the difference of opinion had caused no small amount of tension between the two.  Tensions had continued to rise until one day Aimee had taken matters into her own hands and simply suggested she move in with her grandmother, split the expenses down the middle, and voilĂ —everybody’s problems had been solved.
Well, except for the mail delivery, she thought as she approached apartment three-twelve.
Aimee raised her hand that held the envelope in order to rap on the door, and then the plate of scones wobbled in her other hand.  Reacting on impulse, she shoved the piece of mail between her teeth so she could rescue falling scones and grab the plate with both hands—which was, of course, precisely the moment when Doyle opened his front door.
Doyle Berkley always seemed to have an aura of grimness about him, and today was no exception.  True, he lightened up somewhat when speaking with Gram if they happened to pass each other in the lobby, but even then Aimee didn’t think she could exactly call him cheerful.  Only less grim.  Dark hair and shadows under his eyes did nothing to combat the somberness of his overall aspect, and he gave the impression of a man who did not care much for the company of others.
Likely as not it came from spending all his time with history books instead of 
living, breathing people.  Memorizing dates and details about wars throughout the centuries—and then forcing university students to regurgitate them—couldn’t be healthy for anyone.  Which was probably why Aimee had flunked history in high school; it was on principle.
They stared at each other for a moment, Doyle’s grey eyes cool as they narrowed and took in the young woman standing on his doorstep with the envelope between her teeth.
“We got some more of your mail,” Aimee said matter-of-factly around the 
edges of the item in question, the words slightly garbled because of the obstruction.
“So I see,” Doyle returned, reaching for the envelope and eyeing the faint teeth marks on it with obvious displeasure.  “And you decided to eat it?”
“In my defense,” said Aimee. “It is lunchtime.”
She got no response, not even a twitch of an eyelid.
Had this guy ever been fun?  He couldn’t be past his mid-thirties, and yet more often than not it seemed like he was channeling his inner curmudgeon.  “Oh, come on.  Lighten up.  It wouldn’t kill you, would it?”
He said nothing, but she could have sworn his eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible.
“Brr.  Did you feel that?”  She made an exaggerated shiver.  “I think the temperature in this hallway just dropped by about thirty degrees.  Happens every time I come by here.  How do you do that?”
“Thank you for my mail.  Are we done here?”
“Almost.”  Aimee thrust the plate of scones at him.  “These are from Gram.  She insisted.”
For a moment she thought his cool exterior thawed.  “Please thank her for me.”
“I will.”
“Okay, now we’re done here.”
Without another word, Doyle closed his door, leaving Aimee alone in the 
“Ah, there we go,” Aimee said aloud as she turned to go.  “Warmer in here 

Friday, March 21, 2014

Ripple Effect Romance Series - Home Matters

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Home Matters by Julie N. Ford According to her mother, Olivia Pembroke was born to be a star. But how is she supposed to be famous when she can't even get a decent acting gig? Her lucky break comes when she lands an audition for a wildly popular home improvement show. Even though she has no design training and has never even held a power tool, she refuses to let that stop her. She's confident that her destiny is finally within reach. When her affections are torn between her heartthrob co-host and the irritating, yet somehow endearing lead contractor, does she continue to reach for the stars? Or does she design a new happily ever after? One that leads not to the fading lights of fame and fortune, but to a love that will burn forever.

Author Julie N. Ford Julie is a forty-something, dangerously close to becoming a fifty-something, graduate from San Diego State University with a BA in Political Science. In addition, she has a Masters in Social Work from the University of Alabama, which has only made her better able to recognize the unhealthy, codependent relationship she has with writing. Professionally, she has worked in teaching and as a marriage and family counselor. She is the author of four women’s fiction novels, including Count Down to Love, a 2011 Whitney Award finalist. When she’s not writing, she entertains delusions of being a master gardener, that is, when she’s not killing the unsuspecting plants in her yard with her good intentions. She lives outside of Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband, two daughters, a Betta named Bob, and a Scottish fold kitten, Ardweal.

Tifferz Take~
Meet Olivia Pembroke an aspiring actress about to crawl home jobless and penniless. But she get a shot a screen shoot for Home Matters as a co host with the very eligible William Blake. Will she be a success? Olivia is star struck with William and agree to date him. Olivia also works with Pete and they seem to drive each other crazy. But is that because they don't like each other or they like each other? Olivia finds out that reality tv is not reality at all. She is a glorified puppet.Can Olivia make a difference? Olivia has decisions to make and is shocked to discover people are not as they seem. Is Olivia a little naive? Yes, but she learns some valuable lesson. So, who does Olivia end up with? You will have to read this delightful story to find out. I so deliriously happy with the ending. Absolutely a perfect read! I would recommend this to anyone who loves romance. This was my first read by Julie N. Ford and will not be my last!

Just FYI- this does not have any swearing or sex

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Jewelz Review~
Olivia has a dream of becoming a famous actress. After years of working minimum-wage jobs and second rate commercials she has finally had her big break. It seems almost too good to be true that she has landed the part of co-host for a reality TV show "Home Matters" alongside TV heart throb William Blaine.

Her life suddenly changes to a whirlwind of activity working on the show and developing a relationship with William. Olivia finds herself a bit disillusioned as she realizes her role on the new show isn't quite what it's cracked up to be and while William Blaine is drop-dead gorgeous, he drinks and smokes too much and leaves something to be desired. This, combined with her confusing attraction to the lead contractor on the show, Pete.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading "Home Matters". It's a delightfully fun and light-hearted read. For a novella the main characters are surprisingly well developed and the plot is solid, though somewhat predictable. 

If you need a quick read that will bring a smile to your face and warmth to your heart, "Home Matters" will not disappoint.

Chellz Review~
Olivia is down on her luck, when she is given a once in a life time chance to audition for the successful show Home Matters.  She was thrilled when she hit it off well with the main star in the audition.  However, when Pete, the shows lead contractor, does the screen test with her, Olivia feels like she has lost her one chance.  From beginning to end, I loved this story and I can't wait to start the next book.

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The Ripple Effect Romance Novella Series Enjoy this exciting new series of clean novellas by six critically-acclaimed authors. "Like a pebble tossed into calm water, a simple act can ripple outward and have a far-reaching effect on those we meet, perhaps setting a life on a different course—one filled with excitement, adventure, and sometimes even love." Book 1: Home Matters by Julie N. Ford Book 2: Silver Linings by Kaylee Baldwin Book 3: Righting A Wrong by Rachael Anderson Book 4: Lost and Found by Karey White Book 5: Second Chances 101 by Donna K. Weaver Book 6: Immersed by Jennifer Griffith
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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Horse Sense by Lapo Melzi

There’s nothing easy about being an eleven year old boy, especially for Jamie. As he takes the unsteady steps into adolescence, his days of knowing who his friends are and trusting the adults in his life are numbered. The only thing Jamie can really count on in this changing world is the love of his best friend, a horse named Acorn. Jamie and Acorn’s friendship has a magic that comes once in a lifetime—but the bullies around them want to rip that to shreds. Can their kindred connection survive as Jamie strives to carve out his identity?


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Lapo Melzi is a poet, writer and filmmaker. He grew up in a little town in the north of Italy and went on to study writing and filmmaking in New York. He received his MFA from renowned NYU Tisch School of the Arts and now spends his time between the United States and Italy.
Now it was time to do justice to his brilliant idea. He reached the edge of the paddock and stopped in front of a trough filled with water and dead leaves that lay in the shade of tall black locust trees.
He cast a quick glance back and his wild, ash-brown hair swung back with him. Seeing Acorn hadn’t spotted him, he sat down on the brim of the trough. He hesitated a second, then he propped himself up and sank his feet into the water. A chilling stream gushed through the holes in his shoes’ soles and soaked his socks almost instantly. Goose bumps ran from his legs all the way up to his arms and he shivered, breathing quickly—it was just May after all and the trough stood all day in the shade. There was no time to waste on second thoughts. Jamie willed himself to withstand the cold and slowly lowered his body into the trough. He winced as the chilly water licked the whole length of his back, shooting prickling shivers up to his ears, but he didn’t make any sudden movement. He didn’t want to spill any water and give away his whereabouts. His heart was beating fast. It was awesome!
He took two big breaths, pinched his nose shut between his fingers and sank his head underwater, then he pressed his feet and hands against the inner walls of the trough to keep himself from floating up. Inside this shell of wood and water, the calm was eerie, even if the cold was so intense that it felt like entombing yourself in ice. Nevertheless, Jamie felt his mind relax—it was cozy in there. He pondered that perhaps that’s how Acorn had felt in his mom’s belly—apart from the cold, of course. Above him, through the settling water, the tree branches swayed dreamily in the breeze. Cast against the bright sky, they looked like giant feelers carefully searching the air.
Jamie stretched his ears, listening for any signs of Acorn approaching. Holding his breath underwater, still as a statue, he looked like a weird submarine stick-bug ready to pounce. His ash-brown hair fanned out around his face like wild thoughts, while his grass-green eyes gleamed with anticipation. His hiding spot was perfect! Acorn would never think of that. He really wanted to burst into an evil chuckle, but kept himself in check—he didn’t want to blow his cover.
A sliver of froth drifted lazily on the surface of the water. Jamie wondered whether it was Acorn’s saliva or the sheep’s and he realized that he was probably lying in a tub of spit. He grinned, thinking himself daring, even though he knew that most kids at school would likely consider him disgusting. Well, who cared what they thought; they didn’t know anything about adventure. Spit you just washed away, but adventure staid for the rest of your life! 
A constricting sensation, as of a belt tightening steadily around his chest, made his head lighter. His lungs started screaming for air, but he was resolved to stay put. He fidgeted at the bottom of the trough, worried that Acorn wouldn’t show up. Where the heck was that knucklehead? What if he didn’t turn up and ruined his awesome ambush? 
A wave of fretting panic seized him. Maybe he should have left a string of Menthos leading to the trough. Man! That’s exactly what he should have done! Why hadn’t he thought about that before? Why would Acorn come straight into the paddock? He could easily walk into the school instead. He hadn’t planned this thing properly—that was going to be his downfall!
Dark thoughts of failure clouded his brain as the air in his lungs quickly expired. He reckoned he had no more than a dozen seconds left in him, then he’d have to take a breath or die in his watery tomb. Another five seconds elapsed. It was over…
Presently, a shadow draped across the trough. The temperature dropped a couple of degrees. Jamie wondered how on Earth he could feel colder than he already was, but apparently he could. The shadow moved in a little closer. He saw the darkness break up at the fringes, drawing the rough outline of a mane. Excitement fired through his skin—Acorn had come at last! He let go of his supports and kicked hard toward the surface. 
He exploded out of the water in a huge splash, flailing his arms like a madman, roaring, “Raaaaugh!!”
 Acorn shied back, flaring his nostrils in shock.
“Got you! I got you!” Jamie taunted. “Spoooky!”
Acorn bared his teeth and snapped at him, outraged.
Jamie plunged his hand into the frigid water and splashed him treacherously.
Acorn let out a grunt and bucked away, kicking and neighing. He shook his head around to show his disapproval for the scandalous treatment.
Jamie watched him with satisfaction, overjoyed by the result of his ambush. Best! Prank! Ever! He jumped out of the trough and romped around the paddock.
With his tail high, Acorn trotted about jerkily, wheeling his head in quick bursts, flaring his nostrils noisily at anything he laid his eyes on, as if purposefully looking for something else to get scared by. It seemed like he was actually enjoying the rush of adrenaline running wild in his veins. Jamie ran beside him, roaring and laughing, his sneakers squeaking and sloshing loudly.
At the ruckus, a few sheep poked their heads out of their shed, while the horses in the stables pricked up their ears, wondering what it was all about.