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Sunday, July 31, 2011

A Little Love and Thanks

When Lacey Whitman buys a restored Victorian home, she never dreams discovering an antique diary will lead her back to sea and into the arms of the dive bum she’d rather forget. Her habit of living in the past comes to a screeching halt as diver Max Bertrand and the diary of his ancestor take Lacey on the quest of a lifetime: To discover and raise the privateer ship, Specter, and bring the treasure and legacy of a true hero home again. But will finding it cost her heart?

I've enjoyed participating on the LASR blog today. I hope you enjoyed it, too! The best part of being an author, is having someone tell you how much they enjoyed your book. Writing takes me away, and if I can give you a little mini-vacation within a book, that makes it all worthwhile. Please enjoy the excerpt below from my readers' favorite treasure adventure, BY HEART AND COMPASS:

Sitting outside, one of the divers looked busy replacing the o-ring on a scuba tank.

"I'm looking for Max?"

The long haired employee didn't bother to stand, much less look up.


"I'm Lacey Whitman, and I'm looking for the Max that owns the museum."

"You call that worthless shack a museum?"

Dumbfounded, Lacey couldn't think of any reply.

"What do you want?"

"I'm looking for Max," she repeated, feeling a flash of impatience. "I have some papers for him."

"Warrant, restraining order, or paternity test?"

After a pause in which she realized he was serious, she replied in frustration, "I have some research for the Bertrand family and someone at the museum told me to come down here."

Lacey caught herself biting her lip.

Finally, the man of absolutely no assistance put down the tank and stood up. Short and compact, he had amazing turquoise eyes that glowed from a dark, tanned complexion. Loose strands of sun-kissed brown hair blew about his face in the breeze.

"Max doesn't need any more paperwork. He doesn't want to see your research, and he is not giving dive lessons."

"I didn't ask for a dive lesson."

The diver sat back down again, crossing thick tattooed arms over himself. They stared one another down until he won. It was cheating to look her over as if she was a sweet little morsel, but it worked.

"I just want to talk to Max," she demanded.

He stared back with no expression. "You just did. Now get off my beach."

Lacey's cheeks were already flushed from getting the once over by this beach bum. His insult made her red all over.

"I'll be sure to let them know at the Bertrand Museum," she threatened, as if it mattered.

She turned on her heel and stalked off but he called after her, "Lady, I am the Bertrand Museum!"

Danielle Thorne




Robin said...

Thank you, it looks good!

Robin D
robindpdx (at) yahoo (dot) com

GladysMP said...

Enjoyed the excerpt and look forward to reading the entire story.

Na said...

This is a book I think I would really enjoy. I have always fantasized about buying an old home and discovering secrets in the attic. I'll keep your book in mind to read.

lastnerve said...

I love your work! I can't wait to read this story.


lisagkendall said...

Max sure has a long way to go. But the book sounds like a treasure all on it's own. Thank you for the excerpt. lisagk(at)yahoo(dot)com