Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Firefly Beach Excerpt/Giveaway!

Firefly Beach

Meira Pentermann

April 5th 2012

332 pages

When Beth LaMonte rents a cottage on the coast of Maine, she wishes only to withdraw and paint. A mysterious ball of light disturbs her peace and leads her to a secret beach where she finds the diary of a girl who disappeared in 1975. Now Beth is on a mission, not only to bury her own past, but to put to rest the spirit of Firefly Beach.

Mary took a sip of water and leaned toward Beth almost whispering, even though she knew perfectly well that Lou could hear her. “We have to mail him Lou’s invoices. Heaven forbid we drop by in person. He won’t even answer the door. I know when he’s there, the old coot. He just won’t answer the bell.” Mary enjoyed a bite of potato and a big gulp of water before resuming her character analysis. “It’s like he has no need to interact with other human beings.”Beth looked down at her chicken and cut off a small bite. She took a brief inventory of the last ten years of her life and wondered if her acquaintances and co-workers would say the same things about her.Mary prattled on, oblivious to Beth’s internal dialogue. “If it weren’t for people’s boats breaking down—” She interrupted herself, turned to Beth, and explained, “He fixes boats at the marina, but he spends most of his time on his own boat, tinkering and sailing. The Bottomless Blue, he calls it. . . the boat that is. A rather sad name if you ask me.” Mary took a sip of water and continued. “Anyway, if it weren’t for people’s boats breaking down, I don’t think he would talk to anyone, period. I don’t know what happened in his life to make him so cross. He’s got a few gears loose in his head if you ask me.”“He’s just a lost soul,” Lou said.Mary glared with little compassion. “You mean he’s lost his soul.” She took a bite of chicken and allowed a rare moment of silence. “My mother will tell you otherwise, dear,” she said to Beth. “Mother says he used to be quite a gentleman and a decent neighbor. I rather have my doubts. I vaguely remember him. I grew up here before I became a military wife and moved all over kingdom come.” She flashed an impish grin in Lou’s direction. “I believe he had a daughter in elementary school when Lou and I were in high school. Obviously she hightailed it out of here as soon as she could, the poor dear.” Mary sighed. “The man has no one, but it’s his own damn fault. He drives people away.”Lou cleared his throat.Mary ignored him. “It’s just as well he’s a hermit. I’d rather not have a conversation with him, anyway. He gives me the willies, sucks all the good energy out of the room when he walks into it.”

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Author Bio:
On slow, snowy days in her Colorado home, Meira Pentermann enjoys cozying up on the couch with a novel. Naturally, snow is not a requirement; neither is the couch. In fact, she sees no reason not to indulge in reading three-hundred-and-sixty-five days a year. Apocalyptic science fiction, mysteries, and young adult titles top her Kindle list, but legal thrillers and chik-lit make an appearance now and then.

When not absorbed in writing or reading, Meira enjoys life’s little moments with her family – the love and devotion of her black lab, the quiet wisdom of her artistic twenty-one-year-old, the trials and triumphs of her petite sixth grader, and the unlimited encouragement offered by her Dutch husband.

Meira strives to write stories that deliver the unexpected. She prefers down-to-earth characters that look and behave like regular folks. The prom queen and Adonis take a backseat to reclusive, soul-searching heroines and quirky, introverted gentlemen. 


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