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<\/a>\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/strong> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n
Robin Shope<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The Valentine Edition<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The Wild Rose Press (January 16, 2009)<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\"\"<\/a>In Robin’s words:<\/p>\n

I am the Special Education Coordinator for Denton County Juvenile Justice Alternative Program. I work with at risk teens from fifth grade through high school. My husband and I have been married for thirty-one years and we have two grown children. The first two years of marriage, Rick and I traveled overseas as missionaries. Afterwards we served as pastors of a church in Illinois. Presently we live near Dallas, Texas. He is in business and I work for the school system. (My husband still makes yearly mission trips to India.)<\/p>\n

To date, my literary works include approximately two hundred articles in magazines such as: Guideposts, Live, Lookout, Mennonite, Christian Reader, Decision, Breakthrough and Christianity Today. Other short stories appear in the books: A Match Made in Heaven, Stories from the Heart, The Evolving Woman, and the New York Times bestseller, In The Arms of Angels by Joan Wester-Anderson. Ann Spangler also used one of my stories in her book, Help! I Can\u2019t Stop Laughing. Another two-dozen stories have been published in the Chicken Soup books. One story, Mom\u2019s Last Laugh, was re-enacted for a PAX-TV program: It\u2019s a Miracle. I co-authored a thriller, The Chase, for Revell. My second book, The Replacement, was released in June 2006. The Candidate was released July, 2007. I continue to publish short stories in magazines. Wildcard, a mystery, will be a spring 2009 release. The Christmas Edition<\/a> released Nov. 20. The Valentine Edition released in January 2009.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s shoutlife <\/a>and website<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $12.99
\nPaperback: 248 pages
\nPublisher: The Wild Rose Press (January 16, 2009)
\nLanguage: English
\nISBN-10: 1601544847
\nISBN-13: 978-1601544841<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

January 2<\/p>\n

Jodi Williams sighed for the hundredth time as she waved goodbye to the Chicago skyline, catching the last of the city in her car\u2019s rearview mirror. Dreams of working at The Tribune were dead right along with drinking green tea latte\u2019s at Starbucks anytime she wanted.<\/p>\n

Hope behind her.<\/p>\n

The unknown ahead.<\/p>\n

She steered toward Wisconsin. An hour later, Jodi looked out the window at the open fields of frozen ground and cows standing along snowy fences. The comparison between her two lives\u2014the previous and the present\u2014were startling.<\/p>\n

Jodi attempted to shift her body in the seat but was pretty well anchored into the one position with her belongings crammed into the compact car from the trunk to the front. The turn-by-turn directions she had printed out were hard to follow since not all the roads were actually marked in this neck of the country. She decided to refer to them as mystery turns. Finally, Jodi pulled over to the shoulder and unfolded the road map to try to figure it out one more time. According to her calculations, she was almost there.<\/p>\n

She looked around again and there it was, the Welcome to Turtle Creek sign, less than five feet ahead. Snickering at herself, she put her car back in drive, turned on her signal and pulled back onto the road. Soon she passed Ma\u2019s Diner on the left and zoomed past one block of storefronts realizing that was all there was of town. \u201cIt\u2019s worse than I imagined.\u201d<\/p>\n

Watching for the turn that would take her directly to the newspaper, she nearly missed seeing the small-bedraggled dog that darted out right in front of her. Startled, Jodi swerved and hit her brakes as her heart palpitated hard in her chest. It was a foolhardy maneuver that nearly landed her in the ditch but she felt it was worth the risk since she didn\u2019t feel or hear a thud against the tires. After she came to a complete stop, Jodi peered over her steering wheel. She frantically looked to her left and right. The dog wasn\u2019t in sight. She had to find the little thing. It was unsafe for it to be running around loose like this. What kind of people let a little dog roam free anyway? Jodi caught her negative thought and softened. Maybe the dog was lost and the family was searching at this very moment.<\/p>\n

Jodi checked both lanes of traffic. Then she pulled up hard on the door handle, swiveled in her seat and set both feet on the ice. Gingerly stepping out to search for the animal, she was thankful no vehicle appeared from either direction. She walked around the car feeling the snow and ice seep into her leather shoes.<\/p>\n

She finally found what she was looking for; the dog sat shivering under a bush. Fearful-looking eyes studied her approach. With matted hair and sad eyes, it looked unloved and unwanted, pulling at her heart.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey there little one,\u201d Jodi bent down. \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid. Let me help you.\u201d When she held out her hand, the dog took off like a rocket, past her and right for the road. From a blanket of snowy air, a car appeared. It careened down the road traveling much too fast for the conditions. Jodi frantically called to the dog, \u201cCome to me, come to me!\u201d But instead of obeying, it sat down. \u201cNow is no time to be stubborn!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jodi couldn\u2019t watch. She shut her eyes and turned away from the awful sound of squealing brakes, the thump of the dog and the whimper. When she opened her eyes, she saw the poor thing lying still on its side. Jodi ran to it as the angry driver rolled down his window and yelled, \u201cWatch your dog!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch where you\u2019re going!\u201d Jodi shot back and ignored him as he drove off. Without thinking about the cold or the possibility of being bitten, Jodi yanked off her coat and carefully placed it around the injured animal. \u201cIt\u2019s all right; I\u2019m just trying to help you. It\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gingerly, she held the dog just as a pickup truck came rolling toward them. Oh, no, not again. The road was too icy for her to get out of its way in time. She gripped the dog to her chest, said a prayer and hoped for the best. The tires splashed icy muck on her skirt. To her surprise, the driver was able to slow and come to a complete stop within inches of her frame. On the side of the truck was written Veterinarian Clinic Turtle Creek, Wisconsin\u2014Josh Thomas.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs everything okay?\u201d The man inside rolled down his window.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, everything is just terrible. The dog was hit.\u201d Jodi started to cry.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll help.\u201d He checked his side mirrors before parking on the shoulder of the road and then got out of the truck. Jodi noticed the man was her extreme opposite. He stood at least six foot two, weighed about two-fifty, where she was only a couple of inches over five feet and half his weight. His hair was the kind a woman longed to run her fingers through\u2014thick, black and straight.<\/p>\n

Wind blew snow into Jodi\u2019s face. She rubbed her eyes and then brushed her curly auburn hair from
\nher face, making sure the kind stranger wasn\u2019t an illusion.<\/p>\n

After grabbing a mid-sized crate from the back of his truck, he walked over to where Jodi stood shivering in the cold wind holding her bundle. \u201cLet\u2019s get the dog to my clinic. Do you want to put it in the crate, or should I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do it.\u201d Feeling protective now, Jodi put the dog inside, leaving it wrapped in her coat. Doing a double take, he asked, \u201cI guess I should introduce myself. I\u2019m Josh Thomas. Are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

He touched her shoulder. It felt reassuring and made her cry harder knowing someone was here to handle the situation. All she managed was a nod. He patted her again. \u201cFollow me.\u201d Josh opened the passenger side and placed the crate on the truck seat. \u201cHopefully your little pal will be just fine. I\u2019ll do my best so he\u2019ll be home with you in no time.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wrinkled her nose. \u201cThat\u2019s not my dog. I only stopped to help,\u201d she explained, walking toward the truck.<\/p>\n

Josh turned toward Jodi and gave her an appreciative smile. \u201cSo you\u2019re the one? It\u2019s nice to finally meet you. I heard about you in church on Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe? On Sunday?\u201d Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYea you. We learned about the Good Samaritan. Let me shake your hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Josh was totally disarming and made Jodi smile for the first time that day. When she took his hand, it felt strong and capable. She looked into his eyes where a collection of amber colors seemed to swirl together. \u201cI\u2019m Jodi Williams. I was trying to get the dog out of the road when he was hit. The driver didn\u2019t stop to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was on my way back from a farm call and in my daydreaming missed my turn to the clinic. Guess it was a good thing.\u201d Josh explained as he climbed into his truck. \u201cDon\u2019t worry I\u2019ll take it from here. Thanks again, Miss Good Samaritan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait. Let me come with you.\u201d Jodi looked at her car and again at Josh.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, just follow me. Back your car around and pull in behind me. I\u2019ll wait for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d Jodi nodded to him as she opened her car door. Just as she scooted onto the driver\u2019s seat a blast of wind slammed the door on her. Freezing to the bone, she cranked up the heater full blast. Then she turned on her wipers to move the snow off her windshield. Jodi found a safe place to turn around, and in no time, she was following Josh\u2019s truck. A few turns later, they arrived at the veterinary clinic. The large sign read Thomas Veterinary Clinic and Animal Rescue. It seemed like an appropriate name since she and the dog had both been on the receiving end of that rescue. Jodi followed Josh into the building.<\/p>\n

A pretty blonde-headed woman wearing brightly colored scrubs printed with playful dogs and cats, sat at the desk. \u201cWhat do you have in there?\u201d She looked at the small crate.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn injured dog, hit on County O.\u201d Josh turned to Jodi. \u201cThis is my secretary, Della Wheat. Della, this is Ms. Williams.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJodi,\u201d she corrected, hardly noticing Della. Her eyes remained fixed on the dog.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust fill out a card for me.\u201d Della placed it on the counter along with a pen.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was trying to rescue the stray when it was hit,\u201d Josh explained. \u201cWe don\u2019t need the information.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d still like to fill out the card.\u201d Jodi picked up the pen. Not knowing where she\u2019d be staying yet, she only wrote her name and cell phone number. She put the pen back down and asked Josh, \u201cWould it be all
\nright for me to go into the examination room with you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Josh shrugged. \u201cSure enough. Keep following me.\u201d<\/p>\n

They entered a brightly lit and predictably spotless small room. An aroma from the cleaning disinfectant was evident. They faced each other on opposite sides of the stainless steel examination table. Josh placed the crate on the table and slowly pulled out the dog on Jodi\u2019s bloody coat.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, there, little guy. Will you let me see how you are doing?\u201d Josh parted the folds of the coat and then lifted the dog out. It whimpered but didn\u2019t try to snap.<\/p>\n

Jodi removed her coat from the table. Josh kept looking up at her and down at the dog again. \u201cYou seem pretty shook up. Are you sure you\u2019re okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good to know. I thought you might need a doctor yourself, for a minute there.\u201d Josh chuckled.<\/p>\n

She took her first long look at him. Great smile that was burned into her memory from their first encounter on the road, but now she saw he was also quite handsome. What attracted her was his obvious tender spirit reflected in his soft eyes. She didn\u2019t even know him but he suddenly made an imprint on her heart. The way he looked at her made Jodi wonder if he felt it, too.<\/p>\n

The door to the examination room popped open. \u201cDo you need my help, Doctor?\u201d Della stood in the doorway.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, come on in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Della entered and began her work while lightly humming. She seemed like the kind of gal who was always humming even when she did things that should be done in silence, like calming animal nerves or cleaning up messes. At least that was how Jodi imagined her to be.<\/p>\n

Jodi watched as Josh gently turned the dog on its side and stroked its head, talking low and soft, trying to bring comfort to it. Della quickly stepped in to hold the dog, making Jodi move back out of their way. The room was cramped with all them in it, so she moved to the corner to watch.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe dog has some pretty bad abrasions, but I don\u2019t see anything that would require sutures. It looks like he\u2019s a little neutered male, so someone once cared for him.\u201d Josh tilted back the dog\u2019s head and parted his jaws to have a good look inside. \u201cAnd he\u2019s no older than two years.\u201d<\/p>\n

The animal held his left hind leg tight up against his body. When Josh gently tried to straighten it, the dog yelped in pain and then licked Josh\u2019s hand. Josh responded immediately by stroking its head. \u201cAh, I guess the leg is probably broken. We won\u2019t know how badly until I get an x-ray of it.\u201d Josh felt along the side of the animal and examined each leg. \u201cIn fact, I want to get several x-rays on him to see what else we\u2019re dealing with here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get everything ready,\u201d Della hummed. Jodi glanced discreetly at the wall clock. She was late for her first day at her new job. \u201cI have to leave, but my cell number is at the front desk. Will you call me later? I\u2019d like to know how he does.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I will.\u201d Josh smiled again. It was enough to make her want to stay right here with the dog and with Josh, but then Della opened the door for her and took the dog to the back.<\/p>\n

Jodi walked from the room as she took a good look at her coat. It was stained with blood and her clothes had muck on them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a dry cleaner about five miles from here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo good. I\u2019m starting my job at The Turtle Creek Newspaper today, and I can\u2019t go in like this. I\u2019m not sure what to do since I\u2019m already pretty late.\u201d Jodi fretted as she folded her coat over one arm.<\/p>\n

Josh took a jacket from one of the wall hooks.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know it doesn\u2019t look like much, but at least it\u2019s clean. Here.\u201d He held out the dark green jacket. Jodi managed with much self-restraint not to roll her eyes. The truth was she didn\u2019t want to wear it, but under the circumstances, in near-zero-degree temperature, she didn\u2019t have much choice. Besides it was clean and Josh was sweet to offer it. When she slipped into it, the coat nearly swallowed up her small frame. She pulled the right side over the left and laughed when it nearly went all the way around her back. The way Josh looked at her made her blush.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll keep you warm,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Della walked back into the room. She frowned. The humming came to a stop. \u201cWhy is she wearing that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jodi noticed the young woman\u2019s displeasure. It made her feel silly. \u201cShe\u2019s right, I can\u2019t take this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWear it. It\u2019ll do in a blizzard.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jodi looked out the window at the snow coming heavier now. The wind seemed stronger. \u201cThe weather is getting worse. If I take this, what\u2019ll you wear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s another jacket in my truck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease be sure to call and let me know how that sweet little guy is doing, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill do,\u201d Josh promised. \u201cHe sure is a little cherub.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jodi reluctantly put on the jacket, hesitating before heading out to her car.<\/p>\n

****<\/p>\n

Twenty-year-old Della Wheat held up her hand and sweetly waved goodbye to Jodi. Then she turned to Josh. \u201cShe seems nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep, that she is.\u201d He walked to the windows and watched as she got into her car and drove off. He was quiet a minute and then turned to Della.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhile I get those x-rays taken, I need you to start on the invoices. They\u2019re on your desk. I\u2019d like them in the mail by the end of the work day.\u201d Josh started toward the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing, as soon as I organize the waiting room. You know how I am about messiness,\u201d Della answered as she began her daily routine with military preciseness. She fanned out the magazines into attractive sections, then swept the floor and finished off her housekeeping with a bit of dusting.<\/p>\n

Once the fish were fed, she straightened her desk. It was then she noticed something on the counter of her well-ordered room. Calmly, Della picked up the white card and read Jodi Williams\u2019 contact information. Cute, she was the kind who marked a line through each of her sevens and wrote her name in fancy, curly script. Della smiled and hummed happily as she walked over to the shredder and buzzed the piece of paper right through it. Jodi Williams disappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll gone.\u201d Della wiped her hands together.<\/p>\n

Now that this new woman was out of Josh\u2019s life, Della was ready to get to work. She went around her desk and sat down. From the top drawer, she took out the container of paper clips, the small bag of rubber bands, the handful of pens and removed a folder. Underneath all of that was a picture of Josh and her at last year\u2019s Christmas party at the church. She caressed his face with her finger. Then she picked up a black marker with a thin point and used it to carefully write across the bottom, You\u2019re the only woman for me. All my love, Josh. It made Della smile. Then she shut the folder and returned it to the desk, placing the office supplies back on top. Within the hour, a CLOSED sign was placed in the door of the clinic. Della assisted Josh in surgery.<\/p>\n

She watched every move he made. Della had a hard time keeping her mind on what they were doing. She kept looking over at Josh, hoping he\u2019d see her and give her one of those great big smiles of his. He didn\u2019t smile, didn\u2019t even give her a look. All his concern went to the animal he was working on. He was devoted. He would smile at her later. That was her affirmation.<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t he a sweet little thing?\u201d Della commented on the dog, needing attention from Josh.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe sure was lucky to come out of it with just one fracture and a few abrasions. I think the good Lord was smiling down on you today,\u201d he told the sedated mutt. \u201cDella, while I pin the leg, steady it for me by holding the bones together just so.\u201d Josh demonstrated.<\/p>\n

Della followed his instructions.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnce surgery is over, I\u2019ll attach the rigid bar on the cast. Within a day or two, he should be using that leg just fine,\u201d Josh murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou inspire me.\u201d Della\u2019s hand brushed his as she took over positioning the leg. It made her heart race.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust doing my job.\u201d Perspiration gathered along Josh\u2019s brow. In a few minutes, he had accomplished stabilizing the leg. \u201cGood. You did well. You both did.\u201d He looked at Della and gave her a smile.<\/p>\n

There it was! Her affirmation! It came true, washing over her heart; she nearly fainted from happiness, but remained vertical and stared down at the dog\u2019s leg that Josh was closing.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat should do it.\u201d Josh laid his instruments to the side and looked at the dog one more time. \u201cI\u2019ll give Jodi a call. She\u2019ll want to know how the dog is doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do that for you,\u201d Della insisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019ll do it myself as soon as the dog is fully awake and eats something.\u201d Josh carried the animal to a prepared kennel and laid him on a heating pad. Della\u2019s heart palpitated with fear and self-doubt. Deep breaths, she told herself. It was time to listen to her affirmation tapes. Della returned to the waiting room, unlocked the door and put the Open sign back in the window. At her desk, she slid her earphones on and popped the next CD in her player. She pressed play. She moved her lips along with the words on the tape, \u201cI am focused on finding love. I have found love. That is all that matters. I am having fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her headphones were suddenly lifted off her head as her hair caught in the earpiece. \u201cOuch!\u201d She turned around. It was her love. \u201cJosh, what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you listening to those silly tapes again? There are messages that need to be answered. Don\u2019t you see the blinking light?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry.\u201d Della\u2019s face blushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlso get Jodi\u2019s number for me, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUhm\u2026.\u201d Della watched her love leave the room.<\/p>\n

If there was ever a time she needed to listen to her tapes, it was now. However, she would do as Josh asked and put them away. She\u2019d write out her affirmation instead. With a pen in hand, she began; I believe in myself. I believe in the power of love. I believe Josh loves me. I believe Josh and I are destined to be together. I believe Josh will ask me to marry him. I believe in myself. I believe in the power of love. I believe Josh loves me. I believe Josh and I are destined to be together. I will make it happen. I believe in the power of me.<\/p><\/div>\n

MY REVIEW:<\/span><\/p>\n

Short but sweet, The Valentine Edition is a romance novel that takes place in the small town of Turtle Creek, Wisconsin during the weeks immediately before Valentine’s day. The story focuses on two young women who love the same man and of course the man.<\/p>\n

The Valentine Edition is a tale of deception, misunderstanding, faith, forgiveness, loving the enemy, and redemption and reconciliation. A book that at first seems to be fluff, quickly turns into a story with several life lessons. Recommended to those who love a good romance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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