{"id":4888,"date":"2010-06-01T16:09:20","date_gmt":"2010-06-01T21:09:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=4888"},"modified":"2010-06-01T16:09:20","modified_gmt":"2010-06-01T21:09:20","slug":"texas-roads-by-cathy-bryant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=4888","title":{"rendered":"Texas Roads by Cathy Bryant"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/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


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Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n


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Cathy Bryant<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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

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Texas Roads<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

WordVessel Press (March 1, 2010)<\/p>\n

***Special thanks to Cathy Bryant for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

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

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\n Cathy Bryant is a proud member of FIRST and a country girl at heart. Her debut novel, Texas Roads, was a 2009 finalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Genesis competition. A Texas gal by birth, Cathy lives with her husband in a century-old Texas farmhouse, complete with picket fence, flowers, butterflies, and late summer mosquitoes the size of your fist.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s book website<\/a>.
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Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $12.99
\n Paperback: 304 pages
\n Publisher: WordVessel Press (March 1, 2010)
\n Language: English
\n ISBN-10: 0984431101
\n ISBN-13: 978-0984431106<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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Chapter One ~ Longing For Home<\/p>\n


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Dani\u2019s blue Honda Civic lurched and sputtered, drawing her attention to the neon-orange needle on the gas gauge. Empty. A frustrated growl rushed from her throat as she maneuvered onto the tufts of new spring grass at the side of the country road, turned off the ignition, and leaned her head back against the seat, berating herself for her forgetfulness. She\u2019d love to blame this on the fight with her mother, but it wouldn\u2019t explain the hundreds of times she\u2019d made similar mistakes. One more to add to her collection.<\/p>\n

She rubbed the dull ache building between her eyes, and stared at her surroundings on this Texas back road. Why did she choose today, of all days, to visit her aunt, a woman she knew only from chatty letters and a brief phone call?<\/p>\n

Escape.<\/p>\n

She longed to escape. To disappear, to travel so far away that painful memories became yesterday\u2019s ashes.<\/p>\n

A stray tear wandered down her cheek and she banished it with a swipe. Today marked the one-year anniversary of Richard\u2019s death. Death had robbed her\u2014not only of her husband, but of her dream\u2014and stamped her heart\u2019s one desire with angry red letters: REQUEST DENIED. Thanks to the life insurance and the inheritance of her father\u2019s company, a ridiculous sum of money now graced her bank account, but not enough to buy what couldn\u2019t be purchased. A house, yes\u2014but not a home.<\/p>\n

Stop wallowing, Dani. She grabbed her cell phone and flipped it opened. No signal. Of course. She climbed from the car to scan the horizon. Nothing but tree-dotted pastures and a few cows. Breathing deep to quell the rush of panic, she closed her eyes and envisioned a sweet grandmother-type driving up to offer a ride. Her eyes fluttered open. Yeah, right. She wasn\u2019t Cinderella. Godmothers didn\u2019t exist. And Prince Charming? The biggest fairy tale of all.<\/p>\n

Her marriage was proof.<\/p>\n

Waiting to be rescued just squandered precious hours of daylight. She snatched her purse from the passenger seat, slammed the car door, and stamped toward Miller\u2019s Creek. Like a scratched CD, Mother\u2019s hurtful words from the earlier phone conversation replayed in her mind, and none of it made sense. Why did her mother oppose this visit to see Aunt Beth? And what had caused a rift the size of Texas between the two sisters?<\/p>\n

A cramp commenced in her toes and inched into her feet. With a frown, she eyed her shoes. Heels weren\u2019t exactly the footwear of choice for hiking country roads. Balancing her discount-store purse in the crook of her arm, she rifled through its contents, searching for the keys as she marched back to the car. A sudden realization forced her into a stilted run, and a strangled sound ripped from her throat. \u201cPlease, no!\u201d<\/p>\n

The keys dangled from the ignition, teasing her like chocolate candy behind a counter of glass. With a guttural groan, Dani tilted her face toward the cloud-darkened sky. \u201cWhat do You have against me?\u201d<\/p>\n

The isolated countryside responded with silence.<\/p>\n

On the continued trek toward Miller\u2019s Creek, the hush enveloped her, the only sound an occasional bird\u2019s song and the rhythmic thud of her heels against the pavement. So peaceful. So unlike the city\u2019s unending drone. The bluebonnets and Indian Blankets of early spring painted the countryside, stretching beyond the barbed-wire fence into open fields, and the breeze tangled her hair. As she breathed in the fresh air, her shoulder muscles unknotted. Then a low rumble pulled her gaze to the clouded sky.<\/p>\n

Heavy raindrops pelted Dani\u2019s face and dotted her consignment shop designer jacket. Within minutes she was drenched, the metallic taste of make-up dribbling into her mouth. She kicked at a rock, self-pity seeping through her like the rain through her dry-clean-only suit.<\/p>\n

With a shiver she hunched over and pulled the soggy jacket closer in an effort to get warm. Burning pain in her left little toe hinted at the formation of a blister, but she hobbled on, her thoughts on her aunt. Could Aunt Beth provide the sense of family she so desperately needed? She attempted to toss the question from her mind. One thing was for certain. Her drowned-rat-appearance would make a memorable first impression. Just not in a good way.<\/p>\n

The faint roar of an engine sounded behind her and intensified. Finally. She turned to see an older model pickup top the hill, and waved her arms in an effort to make herself seen in the rain and approaching nightfall. The beat-up truck slowed to a stop and the window lowered.<\/p>\n

Dani tried to swallow, but her throat clamped shut. This was no grandmother. With one finger, a dusty cowboy pushed up his sweat-stained hat, his other arm draped over the steering wheel. \u201cCan I give you a ride, ma\u2019am?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dani brushed the drippy hair from her eyes, resisting the urge to correct his grammar. The word was may, not can. \u201cI\u2026uh\u2026r-ran out of gas.\u201d<\/p>\n

The cowboy smiled, his teeth white against his dirt-smudged face. \u201cThat\u2019s not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a glance in the direction of her car, Dani\u2019s brain accelerated into high gear. \u201cActually, if you\u2019d be so kind as to get me some gas\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

A soft chuckle resonated from him, and his eyes twinkled.<\/p>\n

She hoisted her chin. How dare he laugh at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, ma\u2019am.\u201d His picture-perfect smile disappeared behind the long line of his lips, his voice laced with impatience. \u201cI know you\u2019re concerned about accepting a ride with someone you don\u2019t know. Can\u2019t say I blame you. But by the time I get to town, get gas and get back out here, it\u2019s going to be dark. Then you\u2019ll have plenty of reason to be afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n

She raised a hand to her lips. What he said made sense, but could she trust him?<\/p>\n

His mouth curled at the corners. \u201cCoyotes are pretty bad in these parts. Sure wouldn\u2019t want to be out here after dark. Especially alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coyotes? Dani yanked on the door handle and hoisted herself onto the grimy seat. After one breath in, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed. What was that smell? Eau de Sweat? She swiveled her head toward him and found his gaze trained on her, his face lined with suppressed laughter.<\/p>\n

He needn\u2019t be so amused. Dani fidgeted with the seat belt, and held it with one hand to keep it from riding across her nose. \u201cI think someone up there must not like me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes you say that?\u201d He stared at her like she was mentally unbalanced and put the truck in gear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just been a rough day. Like God has it in for me or something.\u201d<\/p>\n

He raised one brow. \u201cI think God must love you a lot, or I wouldn\u2019t have come home this way. Not many people use this road anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dani drew in a sharp breath. Did God love her? She gave her wet head a shake, sending droplets of water to the worn seat. Yeah, right. No one could love her. Not even God.<\/p>\n

Conversation lapsed as the rain continued its steady stream, thundering against the roof, yet unable to drown out the hum of the truck\u2019s engine. What would\u2019ve happened to her if he hadn\u2019t driven by? The only coyote she\u2019d seen were the ones in science videos at school. A surprising shudder scuttled down her spine, followed by a shiver that rattled her teeth.<\/p>\n

The cowboy shifted her direction, his dark eyes focused on her ruined jacket. \u201cYou must be cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. Were all small-town people as intelligent as him? \u201cWhat clued you in? My dripping clothes or blue lips?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed out loud, a hearty sound that made her somehow feel better. \u201cFeeling a little testy, huh?\u201d His eyes sparkled with amusement.<\/p>\n

She hung her head, half in shame and partly to conceal the smile that crept onto her face without permission. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dani started as he reached toward her, but relaxed when he pulled a brown suede leather jacket from behind the seat. \u201cHere. This ought to warm you up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d She gripped the stained coat with two fingers, and examined it for signs of vermin. None she could see. \u201cLooks\u2026uh\u2026nice and cozy.\u201d She snuggled into its warmth and breathed in the light scent of men\u2019s cologne.<\/p>\n

Richard.<\/p>\n

Dani closed her eyes, the unwelcome memories and emotions clawing their way through her insides. The feelings still took her by surprise, crawling into her consciousness at unexpected times. Had she not been a good enough wife? Is that why he\u2019d betrayed her?<\/p>\n

\u201cBy the way, I\u2019m Steve Miller.\u201d The stranger\u2019s silky baritone interrupted her thoughts.<\/p>\n

She opened her eyes to find his hand extended toward her. \u201cDani.\u201d She clasped his hand. Not as rough as she expected for a cowboy.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really shouldn\u2019t be on the back roads without enough fuel, you know.\u201d The look he gave her was stern, but kind.<\/p>\n

Dani swallowed the sarcastic reply that popped into her head, and instead sent him a pasted-on smile.<\/p>\n

His gaze rested on her wedding band. \u201cYour husband not able to come along?\u201d<\/p>\n

The irony of his question made her grimace. At least the ring had served its purpose. She shook her head and focused on the passing terrain, some fields completely covered in wildflowers. How many more miles?<\/p>\n

He leaned forward and made eye contact. \u201cBeen to Miller\u2019s Creek before?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnce when I was little, but I don\u2019t remember much about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a nice place.\u201d His voice held a hint of pride. \u201cAny family there?\u201d<\/p>\n

She slid a hand over her wet hair and cleared her throat. Time to change the subject. Let him enjoy the hot seat for a while. \u201cAn aunt. What about you? Have you lived in Miller\u2019s Creek long?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyebrow cocked into a furry question mark. \u201cAll my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo surprise there,\u201d she muttered to herself. She glanced at his filthy blue jeans and tattered shirt. It had probably been that long since he\u2019d taken a bath. Immediate guilt rained over her. Ease up, Dani. At least he offered you a ride.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse the way I look. We had a fence to mend today at the ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Heat built up steam under her cheeks, and she averted her eyes. Okay, he wasn\u2019t supposed to hear that.<\/p>\n

His expression held nothing but friendliness. \u201cI might know your aunt. What\u2019s her name?\u201d<\/p>\n

She rubbed fingers against her damp pants. Was it wise to divulge that information?<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind.\u201d Steve held up a hand, a thin layer of black showing beneath his nails. \u201cI know you city folks have to be careful about stuff like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

What was it with his ability to read her mind? \u201cCity folks? You make it sound like a disease or something.\u201d She hugged her arms to her chest. \u201cBesides, how do you know I\u2019m from the city?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2019Cause people from around here don\u2019t dress up in such fancy duds.\u201d His dark eyes glinted and her nerves unraveled more.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue. They wear cowboy hats and drive beat-up trucks.\u201d<\/p>\n

His throaty laughter reverberated in the cab. \u201cGuess I had that coming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once again her cheeks fired up. Resting her elbow on the door, Dani leaned her hot face against her fist and wished for a punching bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich city?\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at the tattered pickup cab ceiling and drew in a breath. \u201cDallas.\u201d If they didn\u2019t get to Miller\u2019s Creek soon she was going to blow.<\/p>\n

\u201cShould-a guessed that.\u201d Steve\u2019s face scrunched up. \u201cHow can you stand living in the city with all that noise and traffic?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose the same way you live with stinky old cows and a lack of civilization.\u201d Her voice rose in frustration.<\/p>\n

Dani wished the blurted-out words back in her mouth. Too late.<\/p>\n

She started to apologize, but Steve spoke before she could get a word out. \u201cYou in business for yourself, or you work for a corporation?\u201d<\/p>\n

Where\u2019d he get that idea? \u201cI\u2019m an elementary school teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d His brows notched up and he snickered.<\/p>\n

Irritation seeped through the cracks of her frazzled nerves like floodwater penetrating a leaky dam. She twisted her head to glare at him. \u201cIs that so difficult to believe?\u201d<\/p>\n

A smirky smile snaked across the cowboy\u2019s face. \u201cGuess not. It\u2019s just that Miller\u2019s Creek teachers don\u2019t dress up like you. They get down on the floor with their kids.\u201d<\/p>\n

The dam burst wide open. \u201cWell now it\u2019s my turn to be amazed. I didn\u2019t know small towns like Miller\u2019s Creek had schools.\u201d Dani huffed out the words then yanked her head around to clamp a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her today?<\/p>\n

Broken only by the swish of the windshield wipers and the pit-pat of rain drops, the silence hung between them, thick and sultry. Suffocating. She let out a slow breath and ducked her head to study him from beneath her lashes. Steve faced forward, the dark hair at the nape of his neck curling upward, his stubbled jaw locked. Most of her friends would classify him as handsome, but she wasn\u2019t looking for a man. Not ever again.<\/p>\n

He began to whistle, a shrill sound that chafed against her raw nerve endings. She pressed a hand to her temple. How much farther could it be? \u201cIs there a convenience store in Miller\u2019s Creek by any chance?\u201d She tried to infuse her tone with kindness.<\/p>\n

His cinnamon eyes turned on her\u2014dry hot winds that withered everything in their path. \u201cOf course. Right next to the community outhouse.\u201d<\/p>\n

A nervous giggle escaped before she could stifle it, but Steve\u2019s daggered glare brought it to a quick halt. After a few minutes she peeked at his face, now chiseled from granite. Way to go, Dani. She\u2019d already offended one member of Miller\u2019s Creek, and hadn\u2019t even made it to the city limits.<\/p>\n

The rain ceased as they pulled into town, and Dani sat up straighter at the sight of country cottages lining the street. Homey. A little tired, but nothing a fresh coat of paint couldn\u2019t fix. Tree branches arched across the road to create a living canopy. The sun, sandwiched between cloud and earth, changed the leaf-clinging raindrops to diamonds.<\/p>\n

And children. Everywhere she looked. They splashed in puddles and chased each other across spring green lawns, their shouts and laughter a symphony of careless joy. So Mayberry RFD.<\/p>\n

The hunger for home haunted her, and a familiar ache settled over her heart like ancient dust. \u201cUnbelievable.\u201d Dani whispered the word and relaxed into the seat, then glanced at Steve, his face impassive. She tried to push aside the fear of never finding a home, but it clung to her with razor-sharp talons.<\/p>\n

In one deft movement, Steve jerked the pickup into a parking lot and came to a whiplash stop. She avoided eye contact and allowed the sign above the door to capture her interest. B & B Hardware? Dani peered to her right where two lanes of gas pumps stood, and a smile wiggled onto her face. A hardware-store-slash-gas-station. Only in a small town.<\/p>\n

She plucked a hundred-dollar bill from her purse and offered it to him. \u201cI appreciate\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep it.\u201d Steve spat out the words and leaned away, his mouth a taut slash.<\/p>\n

Surely he needed the money. His ragged jeans and this rattletrap he drove suggested as much. Dani squeezed her eyebrows together. For whatever reason, he wasn\u2019t about to take the money, so she stuffed the bill back in her wallet, shrugged off the coat and handed it to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the ride.\u201d With a release of the door she lowered herself to the ground.<\/p>\n

Without looking her direction the cowboy put the truck in reverse, barely allowing her time to shut the door. As he tore out of the parking lot, his rear wheels spewed gravel.<\/p>\n

Dani sucked in air and blew it out in a gush. Thank goodness that was over. Now to call Aunt Beth and end this nightmare. She faced the store, her heart pounding like a child on the first day of school.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Anyone who has read as many books as I have knows that there are actually only a few basic plots when it comes to romance novels. The creativity and skill in how the author handles that plot can make or break the book. Unique characters and settings as well as clever tweaks are also essential. In my opinion, Cathy Bryant has achieved a perfect ten with her first novel Texas Roads<\/strong><\/em><\/a>, a fresh and appealing story that I couldn’t put down. The story captured perfectly Dani’s longing for home as well as the reason Miller’s Creek seemed to fulfill her desires. Plenty of drama, mystery, suspense and romance fills the pages of Texas Roads<\/strong><\/em><\/a> <\/strong><\/em>and Cathy skillfully communicates her point about where we can find our true home.<\/p>\n

My son returned from a recent trip to Texas ready to move there. After reading Texas Roads<\/strong><\/em><\/a>, I am almost tempted to pull up my deep Tennessee roots and move there too. I grew to love Miller’s Creek and its residents and could well imagine life in a similar place. Fortunately I can revisit Miller’s Creek in the pages of Texas Roads<\/strong><\/em><\/a> <\/strong><\/em>and hope to revisit it again soon in a future book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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