{"id":11516,"date":"2012-04-30T23:45:45","date_gmt":"2012-05-01T04:45:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=11516"},"modified":"2012-05-01T00:02:34","modified_gmt":"2012-05-01T05:02:34","slug":"to-see-the-sun-by-peggy-blann-phifer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=11516","title":{"rendered":"To See the Sun by Peggy Blann Phifer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882\" style=\"cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 145px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cESuxv-WNX8\/TA3PbPpKjHI\/AAAAAAAAEFE\/e9Dq6nSnpCA\/s200\/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>It is time for a <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\">FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> 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&#8230;or for somewhere in between! <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong>Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><em>You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong>Today&#8217;s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/SITE\">Peggy Blann Phifer<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 100%;\">and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1468121081\">To See the Sun<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"text-align: -webkit-auto;\">CreateSpace (January 6, 2012)<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">***Special thanks to<br \/>\nPeggy Blann Phifer for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ZjL6Y9nTg-k\/T5udbHm_YoI\/AAAAAAAAICg\/IkPH3aFUZ7Y\/s1600\/PegPhiferoval_flood.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ZjL6Y9nTg-k\/T5udbHm_YoI\/AAAAAAAAICg\/IkPH3aFUZ7Y\/s200\/PegPhiferoval_flood.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"192\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Peggy Blann Phifer is an author and columnist, whose work has appeared on various Web sites and writer periodicals both in print and online. She is also an avid reader and loves to escape between the covers of a good book. A retired executive assistant, Peg now makes her home in southern Nevada with husband Jim.<br \/>\n<em>To See the Sun<\/em> is Peg\u2019s debut novel, released January 2012<\/p>\n<p>Visit her blog, <a href=\"http:\/\/whispersinpurple.blogspot.com\/\">Whispers in Purple<\/a>.<br \/>\nVisit the author&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/peggyblannphifer.com\/\">website<\/a>.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-yceJednWoeM\/T5udt8RXUFI\/AAAAAAAAICo\/LDb7hRkPWw8\/s1600\/TSTS_promo_cover.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-yceJednWoeM\/T5udt8RXUFI\/AAAAAAAAICo\/LDb7hRkPWw8\/s200\/TSTS_promo_cover.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"133\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Pregnant and widowed hadn\u2019t been part of her \u201chappily ever after\u201d dream. And now, someone was trying to kill her . . .<\/p>\n<p>Erin Macintyre never expected to be a widow and a new mother in the same year, anymore than she expected mysterious notes, threatening phone calls, and a strange homeless man who seems to know all about her. The thought of raising a child without a father is daunting enough\u2014worse when you have no idea who might want to harm you. Put an old flame into the mix, and her life begins a tailspin into a world she never knew existed.<\/p>\n<p>When P.I. Clay Buchanan, stumbles upon Erin at her husband&#8217;s gravesite, he\u2019s totally unprepared for her advanced pregnancy. Her venomous reaction at seeing him, however, was predictable. But Clay can\u2019t let her distrust, or his guilt, get in the way\u2014not when he has evidence that proves Erin\u2019s life is in danger.<\/p>\n<p>With few options left, Erin begrudgingly accepts Clay\u2019s help . . . and it just might be her undoing.<\/p>\n<div style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><\/div>\n<p>Product Details:<\/p>\n<p>List Price: $12.99<br \/>\nPaperback: 356 pages<br \/>\nPublisher: CreateSpace (January 6, 2012)<br \/>\nLanguage: English<br \/>\nISBN-10: 1468121081<br \/>\nISBN-13: 978-1468121087<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\">AND NOW&#8230;THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"height: 307px; overflow: auto;\">\n<div style=\"margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">Friday, March 26, late afternoon<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin: 0pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;\">What a fantastic day. <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">A bid won. A contract signed. The job of a lifetime that would put Stuart and Macintyre at the top of the construction heap, not just in Las Vegas, but all of southern Nevada.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Whistling, Justin Macintyre pressed the keyless remote of his Cadillac Escalade, tossed his briefcase across the console to the passenger seat and slid behind the wheel.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">To top it all off, after seven long years, he and his wife, Erin, were going to have a baby. <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">A baby! <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">He laughed aloud at the overwhelming joy of it.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Hey, world, I&#8217;m going to be a daddy!&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">He shifted the SUV into gear and pulled out of the Mt. Charleston Lodge area onto Kyle Canyon Road and headed down the mountain to the Las Vegas Valley below. Despite the successful day, Justin couldn&#8217;t banish his worry over a recent discovery of some irregularities in the company&#8217;s finances. Nothing concrete, and his Uncle Sebastian, S&amp;M&#8217;s CFO, assured him everything was fine. Nevertheless, Justin&#8217;s uneasiness had prompted him to send what little proof he had to his long-time friend, Clay Buchanan, a private investigator in Texas.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Preoccupied with his thoughts, he vaguely registered the yellow and black blind curve warning sign. Too late he saw the stalled car across the center line. <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">No time to stop! <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">He spun the wheel to the right.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">I&#8217;m going too fast! God, help me . . .!<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">###<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Seconds passed and silence settled once more over the mountainside. A shadow emerged from behind a Joshua tree and stepped to the edge of the ravine. After a moment, the form walked to the car in the road and drove away.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">###<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin Macintyre stretched her arms along the balcony&#8217;s balustrade of her twenty-seventh-floor condo above the streets of Las Vegas. Beyond that, the lower edge of the setting sun kissed the still snowy peaks of the Spring Mountain Range and Mt. Charleston.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Justin would be home soon.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Erin, where&#8217;s the zester?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin returned to the kitchen. &#8220;In the utility drawer.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Which is the utility drawer?&#8221; Magie Gifford, Erin&#8217;s dearest friend, pulled out drawer after drawer.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin giggled and reached across Magie&#8217;s arm and slid out the utility drawer.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;You changed it.&#8221; Magie snatched the zester and bumped the drawer shut with her hip. &#8220;That&#8217;s not where it was last time.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged. &#8220;No, Mags, I didn&#8217;t change anything.&#8221; She waited a beat. &#8220;Can I interest you in a memory enhancement program?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Very funny.&#8221; Magie pushed Erin aside and proceeded to rub a lemon across the gadget and then whisked the zest into a frothy mixture of olive oil, Italian herbs, and balsamic vinegar. &#8220;Okay, just drizzle this over the salad and stick it in the fridge.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">That done, Erin checked on the lasagna in the oven. The garlic toast waited on the foil-lined cookie sheet ready to pop under the broiler. Everything was ready.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin glanced at the kitchen clock. &#8220;He&#8217;s late.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Posh. You should know by now how those meetings can drag on.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Yeah, I know. It&#8217;s just\u2014&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Get over here, Erin. He&#8217;ll be here when he gets here.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin joined her friend in the breakfast nook off the kitchen and adjacent to the balcony. She scooped up a dozing Siamese cat from her chair and sat, settling him back on her lap.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;You spoil that critter.&#8221; Magie brushed off the chair cushion before sitting.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Yeah, I do. But you love him, too. I saw you sneaking him some treats earlier.&#8221; Erin smiled. &#8220;Not to mention the romp you had with him in the living room when you got here.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Busted. But he&#8217;s so much fun, aren&#8217;t you, Kazimir?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">At the sound of his name, the cat uncoiled, left Erin&#8217;s lap and jumped onto Magie&#8217;s. She snorted. &#8220;So much for protecting my black slacks.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Thanks for coming over to help with this meal. I wanted it to be special and I never know when the nausea will hit.&#8221; She raised an eyebrow. &#8220;But you <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">will <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">leave as soon as Justin gets here.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;You think he&#8217;ll get that bid?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin tapped her heart and nodded. &#8220;I know he will.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The first five descending notes of <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">Welcome to My World <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">sang out in the condo&#8217;s foyer. <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;\">Justin! <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">No, he wouldn&#8217;t ring the doorbell. Puzzled, she stepped across the tiled floor and rose on tiptoes to peer through the peephole. She gasped and jumped back.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The doorbell chimed again.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Fingers trembling, Erin released the security lock and opened the door to two uniformed police officers.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;Mrs. Macintyre?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Erin nodded as Magie moved to her side.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;What is it, officers?&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: 36pt; margin: 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m afraid<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"> there&#8217;s been an accident, Mrs. Macintyre. 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