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Caribbean Dawn by Chad Sparkes Via Flickr: Early dawn at Disney's Caribbean Beach Resort

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**TIME IS RUNNING OUT** Sadly, Amazon's Kindle Worlds is ending, and with it goes my Barefoot Bay Kindle Worlds novel, FISH OUT OF WATER.  If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, I suggest grabbing your copy before it's gone for good! #lastchancereads https://amzn.to/2BAbtOb

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In case you missed the announcement last week: my YA Barefoot Bay Kindle Worlds novel is going out of print and time is running out to purchase your copy of FISH OUT OF WATER before it's gone! #lastchance #goinggoinggone

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Ready for an #excerpt from today's #ThrowbackThursday featured #book, FISH OUT OF WATER? Keep #reading! (And make sure to stop by our earlier post for a link to purchase a copy for you or that special #booklover in your life!)

Over the next few hours, Tetra proceeded to have the time of her life at the wedding of two complete strangers. She’d been entirely prepared to be the perfect model of a quiet wallflower (not that the patio had any walls), lurking in the shadows (not that there was a shadow to be had beneath the unforgiving sun) and keeping to herself (on a deck full of flowing spirits and boisterous, happy people). It took Lupe about five seconds to break Tetra out of her shell. Once the overburdened buffet table was relinquished to the masses, Lupe ran over and grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance!” she said, pulling Tetra to her feet. “You are incredibly strong for such a tiny person.” Lupe giggled and tugged at her friend. “Come on.” “But no one’s up there yet,” said Tetra. “And this isn’t my party.” “The bride and groom already christened the dance floor, which makes it fair game. Those are the rules.” Lupe pointed to the band. “You want to let all this fabulous music go to waste?” “Well, when you put it that way…” Lupe spun around to take the lead—Tetra put a hand on her friend’s shoulder and began joyfully hopping after her.

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Our last #TeaserTuesday #excerpt comes from #FISHOUTOFWATER, my #YoungAdult #BarefootBay #story!  Enjoy!

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*********************************************** “Love you, Dad. See you tomorrow.” She tapped the screen to end the call and then slid her finger over to start her 10mm Conspiracy playlist on the bluetooth speaker in the bathroom. She wriggled giddily to the intro of Scarlet Fever and danced all the way back to her bedroom. There were still boxes everywhere. Thankfully, Dad hadn’t pressured her into unpacking with the same speed that they’d packed. There would be time enough, he said—apparently, Floridians did their “spring cleaning” in the summer, when the heat kept them trapped in their houses. This one was expected to be a scorcher. Unfortunately, outside of her sushi pajamas, Tetra’s wardrobe was entirely black. Black shirts, black skirts, black boots, black socks, black underwear…heck, even her swimsuit was black. On the plus side, choosing an outfit every morning took almost no thought whatsoever, and she could attend a funeral at a moment’s notice. On the down side…well, it was just easier to be Goth in Kansas than Goth in Florida. Her father had given her a credit card, encouraging Tetra to pick out a few new Florida-appropriate things for herself while he was away. “Cotton,” he stressed. “And maybe some lighter colors?” At Tetra’s grimace, he’d added, “You know I don’t care what you wear. But it gets hot here, kiddo. I’m only thinking of your safety.” She’d actually made it through the door of a quaint little surf shop, bolstered by Dad’s confidence in her. Thirty seconds later, she’d hightailed it back home. She wasn’t about to dress up like some fake tourist and skip down the street looking like a flower-bedecked cone of rainbow sherbet. Black was her armor. Her happy place. Her comfort zone. She wasn’t ready to step outside that just yet, and Tetra needed all the help she could get. After all, she was about to sneak into a private concert where her favorite band was playing. Tetra glanced at her phone. Enough daydreaming. She really should hurry. Kara would be looking for her. After upending three boxes and sifting through piles of material, she finally extracted a short, flippy skirt and tank that would be perfect with her favorite boots. She split her hair into two ponytails that showed off her blue streak, then lined and smudged her eyes. She spent a whole minute debating what lipstick to go with, settling on a deep blood red instead of traditional black. This was an afternoon event. Black lips were really for evening.

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Our first #TryitBeforeYouBuy it excerpt is from FISH OUT OF WATER, my #BarefootBay #Kindle Worlds #novel! This #book is especially dear to me, so I hope you'll check it out!

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***********Excerpt*********

Justin scanned the partygoers dancing in the dusk. One of the servers turned on the twinkle lights that hung beneath the canopy, and the rest were systematically “igniting” a bunch of flameless tiki torches—a wise decision in a group filled with children and their tipsy parents. Whoever planned this wedding didn’t miss a trick. She was dancing with the children again, that groupie with the flower in her hair. They were playing some sort of game, where one would do a crazy dance move that the others would mimic, assuming they didn’t break down into giggles first. The ersatz firelight danced over the bare shoulder that peeked out beneath the oversized shirt. She skipped and jumped and laughed like a fairy on vacation from the Wood. Unlike other groupies, this one didn’t seem to care how she looked to other people. But she did care about other things. Like Xander’s band. And those kids. On the next jump, the fat red flower escaped from her braid. She didn’t notice. Justin thought about replacing it with another, about being close enough to touch that bare shoulder… GAH. No booze. No groupies. He really needed to concentrate on something else. “Thank you. Thank you so much,” Xander was saying to the applause. “And now, to close out the evening for you, our own Justin Zatarain is going to sing one last song for you.” The crowd continued to clap and cheer. Justin heard Kara gasp beside him. “What?” “Xan, what are you doing?” Liam stage whispered. Justin stood up, heart racing a mile a minute. Of course Xander wasn’t joking. The only humor in this situation was that Justin had spent the entire time waiting for this moment. He was almost relieved it had finally arrived. “It’s fine,” Justin said with forced calm. He held his hand out for Xander’s acoustic guitar. “Nuh-uh,” Xander said with an evil grin. “You will only use equipment that belongs to you. That’s the rule.” “Please tell me you’re joking,” said Kara. “Serious as a heart attack,” said Xander. The audience was still clapping, but their enthusiasm was stating to wane. “What are you gonna do now, Justin?” Justin’s mind raced. There wasn’t much he could do with just his bass, but he had to make something work. Hell, he’d sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star a cappella just to stick it in Xander’s face. He refused to hand Xander this much satisfaction so early in the game. Because it was a game. It always had been a game between them. Only back then, the rules had come from brotherly camaraderie, not cruelty. And then, something else happened. Something that Justin had not expected. Kara stood up. “Justin, how well do you know the keyboard?” Kara directed the question to him, but her eyes didn’t leave Xander’s. They were full of fire. “I can manage,” he said. Alicia Keys wasn’t about to invite him to play on a track anytime in the near future, but he could plink out enough to keep a tune. When Kara finally did turn to Justin, her face was that of a benevolent angel. “Then she’s all yours.” She stepped out from behind the keyboard and let him take point. She removed the microphone from a stunned Xander’s grasp and affixed it to the stand. Justin’s hands hovered over the keys. Beneath the stickers of various venues and the battle scars of excessive touring, Kara’s keyboard was a state of the art piece of equipment, with a ton of presets that his bumbling fingers would undoubtedly erase in an instant. Kara leaned in. “Go crazy,” she whispered. “You can’t screw up anything I can’t fix.” Justin smiled at that and touched the keys. Kara dragged Xander off the stage, and Liam dutifully followed. “Hello,” Justin said into the mic, just in case Xander had managed to turn it off before Kara had taken the upper hand. It was still live. “This is a song I’m still working on, so it’s a little rough.” Justin paused to look at the bride and groom. In the time it had taken Xander to carry out his evil plan, the natives had become restless. Two or three muted conversations had already sprung up through the crowd. “With that in mind, I’d like to dedicate this song to Trish and Andy.” At the mention of the bride and groom, the chatter died down. “Not, perhaps in content, but in the fact that every dream has to begin somewhere. Even diamonds don’t start out polished. And so I present to you this humble little ditty—may it grow to be a great song one day. As great as I’m sure your life together will be.” That impromptu toast achieved many things. It put the audience back in a good mood, full of more clapping and cheering. It gave Justin more time to settle in and think, with his hindbrain, about what exactly it was he was going to do in the next five minutes. But the pièce de résistance was that the crowd’s enthusiastic reaction really, really pissed Xander off. “This one’s called Run.” Justin pressed a key with his finger—the wrong key. He made up for it by turning it into Chopsticks, which made everyone laugh. Apologize, Ignore It, or Own It: those were the three tenets of stage performance screw-ups. When possible, Justin always aimed for the last. He started again, this time in the correct key. That note turned into a chord, which evolved into a melody. It was simple, but the song was simple—he had little more than the chorus down pat. So he started with that. “I've run here From the dark that dwells inside I've run here Cause there's nowhere left to hide I've drunk deep From this empty glass of you I'm worn thin Nothing more for me to do But run here…” The song was an homage to his mother, and what he remembered of that move across the ocean. She barely had the ability to take care of herself, never mind a bored child with too many dreams and too little fear. Justin fell in with the wrong people, and his mind escaped into places his body couldn’t follow. And now he was here, trying again, ignoring that nagging feeling that told him he would fail… Justin had been running his whole life. He just had no idea what he was running to. Not that Xander cared about any of that. Or the bride and groom—after his brilliant toast, they seemed to fall into each other’s eyes and ignored the lyrics completely. The only person that seemed to be hanging on his every word was the pretty groupie. She stepped slowly toward the stage, closer and closer, as if she were a moth and his song was the flame. Justin knew that look. She heard the words, and it spoke to her on some deeper level. Somehow, she understood. So Justin sang to her. He poured his heart into the song and sang to her. God help him.