Hello,
You may not remember me. That's okay. I've been busy, but not on the Internet. Now, a story is calling to me, so I think we'll be working on it for awhile.
That's all for now.
Hope you're still creating new stories. I need to find some to read.
Watching kid baseball on TV now. Hey! There might be a story there. Used to enjoy watching my boys play at their games. Years ago. Time flies by so enjoy.
That's al.
Beverly
Award winning Author of stories for children and teens.
Melanie
Robertson-King is thrilled to announce the upcoming release of the third book
in her It Happened series featuring
the Scott and Layne families, set in picturesque locations in Canada.
Blurb:
Beaches meets Born on the 4th of July
When
Melissa Scott flees to the village of Percé, she’s determined to leave her
painful memories behind her.
Gareth
Young, a soldier with the Canadian Forces, never got over losing his friend in
the war in Afghanistan. Nowadays, he’s happier in his own company than that of
others, until she enters his life.
Despite
her recent breakup and knowing rebound relationships don’t work, Melissa falls
head over feet for the handsome military man, only to discover he comes with
enough baggage to fill an army cargo plane.
Will
the couple be able to work through their issues and achieve a happy ending
together?
Excerpt:
At the set of wooden stairs
leading to the shoreline, Melissa picked up Buddy and descended. It was a short
walk from here to the shoal, where she would cross. Once she reached the
bottom, she put the dog back down, and the pair struck out.
Water lapped over the edges of
the causeway and pooled in the lower sections of the sandbar. Melissa lifted
her dachsie before stepping from the drier beach towards the mammoth chunk of
shale and limestone. A lump formed in her throat as she stood gaping at its
near-vertical cliff faces.
With Buddy tucked under her arm,
she picked her way across. Unsure if it was due to the time of day, the time of
year, or the bad weather forecast, there were not many people wandering around.
No one strolled along Rue Mont Joli either. Strange.
Because he was well behaved and
came when called, Melissa had no qualms about unclipping Buddy’s leash and
putting him down. At first, he stayed by her side, sniffing the ground or
raising his nose to catch a whiff of something. The scent of rotten eggs wafted
through the air, no doubt brought on by rotting seaweed, occasionally
overpowering the more pleasant aromas.
Melissa made herself comfortable
on a boulder and pulled out her phone while Buddy amused himself. She had no
new messages. Not hearing from Iain was a blessing. Maybe he realized they were
finished.
She took pictures of the village
from this vantage point and Buddy playing on the sand and pebbled shore. She
was far too close to the rock to photograph it. She would have to wait for
another time. The quay where the tour boats left from would be the best
location. Melissa snapped a couple of selfies with Percé looming behind her — some
smiling, some with pouty lips before returning the device to her back shorts
pocket.
Loud barking and growling jolted
her from her reverie as Buddy antagonized a company of gannets. Squawking
seagulls soared overhead. One landed nearby and stared at Melissa with its
beady yellow eyes. It took a few steps closer, ruffled its feathers and stepped
back again. Living and working near the water in Saint John, she was used to
seeing them. This one was different. It was more intimidating, almost like it
was daring her to move so it could attack, like in the movie The Birds.
Water splashed by her feet. The
tide was coming in. She wasn’t here that long, was she? Pulling her phone out,
she checked the time. Yes, she had been. She had to act and fast or be cut off.
“Come on, Bud, it’s time to go,” she called to her dachshund, but the animal
continued harassing the waterfowl. She lunged for him, and he darted away
closer to the arch — the most dangerous place of all here.
A clap of thunder rumbled in the
distance. Things were quickly becoming dire. Melissa had to get her dog and
return to the mainland before the thunderstorm hit. Too late. The skies
blackened, and the rains pelted down. Lightning streaked across the sky,
followed by yet another crash. How close was the storm? If she counted between
the flash and the thunder, the longer the gap, the farther away the inclement
weather was. There was more to the calculation, but at this point, it made no
difference.
Strong winds pushed the incoming
tide and created whitecaps. Huge waves churned and crashed over the sandbar
cutting the two off from the shore ...
It
Happened at Percé Rock is available to pre-order
for the low price of 99¢/99p. You can get your copy here https://books2read.com/u/b6OJdp
After the June 6th launch date, the
price will rise, so take advantage of the pre-order special!
About the author:
Melanie
Robertson-King has always been a fan of the written word. Growing up as an only
child, her face was almost always buried in a book from the time she could
read. Her father was one of the thousands of Home Children sent to Canada
through the auspices of The Orphan Homes of Scotland, and she has been
fortunate to be able to visit her father’s homeland many times and even met the
Princess Royal (Princess Anne) at the orphanage where he was raised.
It
Happened at Percé Rock is Melanie’s
eleventh book.
You can follow
Melanie at the following links:
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