{"id":285,"date":"2008-08-04T08:48:09","date_gmt":"2008-08-04T13:48:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/\/?p=285"},"modified":"2008-08-04T20:48:43","modified_gmt":"2008-08-05T01:48:43","slug":"coming-unglued-by-reveca-seitz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=285","title":{"rendered":"Coming Unglued by Rebeca Seitz"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It is time to play a Wild Card<\/span>!<\/strong> <\/span>Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a>. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his\/her book’s FIRST chapter!<\/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

Rebeca Seitz<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n

and her book:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Coming Unglued <\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n

B&H Fiction (July 1, 2008)<\/strong><\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/h3>\n

\"\"<\/a>Rebeca Seitz is Founder and President of Glass Road Public Relations. An author for several years, Prints Charming <\/a>being her first novel. Sister\u2019s Ink<\/a> 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.)<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Rebeca makes her home in Kentucky with her husband, Charles, and their son, Anderson.<\/p>\n

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

Product Details<\/p>\n

List Price: $14.99<\/p>\n

Paperback: 320 pages<\/p>\n

Publisher: B&H Fiction (July 1, 2008)<\/p>\n

Language: English<\/p>\n

ISBN-10: 0805446915<\/p>\n

ISBN-13: 978-0805446913<\/p>\n

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

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

\u201cI mean it, Harry,\u201d Kendra Sinclair let a bit of her fright and frustration leak into her tone.<\/p>\n

Harry\u2019s chuckle mocked. \u201cYou know you don\u2019t. Come on, everybody has to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said, I\u2019ve already eaten.\u201d And I don\u2019t need this kind of complication right now, even if I want it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDessert, then, Kendra. You don\u2019t want to end the day without dessert, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yes, she did. No, she didn\u2019t. Well, yeah, she did. She should. The sigh was out before she could stop it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard that. I\u2019ll be there in fifteen minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Okay, six months.<\/p>\n

But there was that two month lull, so really, four months altogether.<\/p>\n

\u201cImparticular man,\u201d 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. \u201cKendra Sinclair, you are not a conniving woman. What has gotten into you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She plopped down into the overstuffed couch the saleslady had called \u201cpolar bear\u201d and pulled Miss Kitty onto her lap. Stroking the cat\u2019s fur, she stared across the room. Tufts of fur fell onto the sofa, blending into the fabric there.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s Oprah when you need her?\u201d<\/p>\n

The cat purred its approval of Kendra\u2019s long fingernails and sank down further into its mistress\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably on some beach with Stedman, laughing at the rest of us who haven\u2019t gotten it all figured out just yet. Right, Miss Kitty?\u201d<\/p>\n

The motoring purr increased in volume and Kendra smiled.<\/p>\n

The phone rang and she jerked so hard, Miss Kitty toppled to the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, sorry!\u201d Kendra tossed the apology to Miss Kitty and jerked up the handset. \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, how\u2019s Stars Hill\u2019s finest lady tonight?\u201d Darin\u2019s smooth voice hummed over the line and Kendra\u2019s heart did a double take, frantically downshifting from the previous call. She straightened on the couch, then felt stupid when she realized he couldn\u2019t possibly see how out of sorts she was through the phone line.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m good. Good. Yeah, really good. How are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow, that\u2019s three goods in the first five seconds. Something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

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. \u201cNo, no, nothing\u2019s wrong. Just sitting here talking to Miss Kitty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLucky cat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kendra chuckled, feeling her heart rate settle back into the normal range even while her skin heated at the sound. \u201cTell her that. I knocked her off my lap when the phone rang.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd she hasn\u2019t clawed your eyes out yet?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDeclawed, remember?.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, right. Anyway, I know it\u2019s last minute but I was wondering if you\u2019d had dinner yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, 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 all\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n

His chuckle stopped her mid-sentence. \u201cI\u2019ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. See you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

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 hadn\u2019t been serious and was just leading her on.<\/p>\n

Which her heart of hearts knew wouldn\u2019t be out of character for him at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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