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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. Sisterâ€™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 by clicking on her name or photo.
(ISBN#9780805446913, 320pp, $14.99)
â€œI mean it, Harry,â€ Kendra Sinclair let a bit of her fright and frustration leak into her tone.
Harryâ€™s chuckle mocked. â€œYou know you donâ€™t. Come on, everybody has to eat.â€
â€œLike I said, Iâ€™ve already eaten.â€ And I donâ€™t need this kind of complication right now, even if I want it.
â€œDessert, then, Kendra. You donâ€™t want to end the day without dessert, do you?â€
Yes, she did. No, she didnâ€™t. Well, yeah, she did. She should. The sigh was out before she could stop it.
â€œI heard that. Iâ€™ll be there in fifteen minutes.â€
â€œSee you soon.â€
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.
â€œImparticular man,â€ 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. â€œKendra Sinclair, you are not a conniving woman. What has gotten into you?â€
She plopped down into the overstuffed couch the saleslady had called â€œpolar bearâ€ and pulled Miss Kitty onto her lap. Stroking the catâ€™s fur, she stared across the room. Tufts of fur fell onto the sofa, blending into the fabric there.
â€œWhereâ€™s Oprah when you need her?â€
The cat purred its approval of Kendraâ€™s long fingernails and sank down further into its mistressâ€™s lap.
â€œProbably on some beach with Stedman, laughing at the rest of us who havenâ€™t gotten it all figured out just yet. Right, Miss Kitty?â€
The motoring purr increased in volume and Kendra smiled.
The phone rang and she jerked so hard, Miss Kitty toppled to the floor.
â€œOh, sorry!â€ Kendra tossed the apology to Miss Kitty and jerked up the handset. â€œHello?â€
â€œHey, howâ€™s Stars Hillâ€™s finest lady tonight?â€ Darinâ€™s smooth voice hummed over the line and Kendraâ€™s heart did a double take, frantically downshifting from the previous call. She straightened on the couch, then felt stupid when she realized he couldnâ€™t possibly see how out of sorts she was through the phone line.
â€œOh, Iâ€™m good. Good. Yeah, really good. How are you?â€
â€œWow, thatâ€™s three goods in the first five seconds. Something wrong?â€
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. â€œNo, no, nothingâ€™s wrong. Just sitting here talking to Miss Kitty.â€
Kendra chuckled, feeling her heart rate settle back into the normal range even while her skin heated at the sound. â€œTell her that. I knocked her off my lap when the phone rang.
â€œAnd she hasnâ€™t clawed your eyes out yet?â€â€
â€œOh, right. Anyway, I know itâ€™s last minute but I was wondering if youâ€™d had dinner yet.â€
â€œOh, 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 allâ€“â€
His chuckle stopped her mid-sentence. â€œIâ€™ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. See you soon.â€
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 hadnâ€™t been serious and was just leading her on.
Which her heart of hearts knew wouldnâ€™t be out of character for him at all.
Check back soon for my review – I was unable to post on Wed. Don’t forget to click the bookcover for more info and look for other FIRST Wildcard member posts and opinions on this book in today’s blog postings.