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upcoming YA novel: The Galactics
The Galactics has a nice sense of SciFi and teenage empowerment all built into one rocking adventure.
Here's the first chapter ....
Indian
Service Route 5
Here's the first chapter ....
Indian
Service Route 5
New Mexico
desert
I
woke up to my Dad cursing and Grandpa grumbling. Our old Buick
station wagon was rapidly slowing down, but not soon enough to avoid
bouncing along the shoulder.
“What's
wrong with this thing?” Grandpa exclaimed. He slapped the
steering wheel, rolled down his window and told all of us to do the
same. Opening his door against the deserted road I thought I saw him
have to push mightily against the pulsing mid-day heat outside.
“Could
it be that darn fuel line again?” Dad was already out and moving
back around to the big metal box strapped to the back of the car.
The
heat had quickly invaded the car, waking up my brother and sister
who, of course, immediately began crying. I think I might have
joined them except for the look on my Mom's face as she turned to me.
“OK,
be a big boy and get them some water.”
I
had noticed that since turning ten, my parents had begun asking more
of me. Mostly it was babysitting my younger siblings, but sometimes
it was more interesting stuff, stuff young men did.
“Yes
ma'am,” I replied as I opened two of the fifty or so bottled waters
we had on the floor of the backseat. Dad had a toolbox now and was
heading back to where Grandpa had already opened the hood.
“Can
I help them?” I asked, hopeful of exerting my new position as a
young man.
Mom
was outside the car now, standing next to the front right tire.
“Not
yet, just keep an eye on the little ones.”
She
was looking the car over with a very critical eye, one that could
easily see the dull paint, the collection of small dents and no doubt
the big gouge on the front fender where my bicycle had crashed into
it.
Dad
and Grandpa tried something for a moment, then Dad got into the
driver's seat and turned the ignition. The unwilling engine
complained, shuttered and refused to start.
My
little sister really started crying now. She probably had some
remote memory of us breaking down last summer. A Park Ranger had
rescued us just when we were on our last bottle of water.
I
found a lost Skittle in my pocket, rubbed the dust off of it and gave
it to her. That worked.
“That's
not it...” I could hear Grandpa complaining. Dad followed him back
to the metal box on the back of the car. I watched them for a hint,
just some silent request to let me help. Nothing. Yet.
While
both of them rummaged through the box in the back, I saw Mom lean
over the engine, under the hood. At first I thought she was seeking
a bit of shade, then I heard her talking. I quickly crawled into the
front seat and listened.
“...
if you don't want to get left here to die in the desert, with the
rest of your kind, then you better find the willpower to start
again.”
She
leaned back out from under the hood. I could see the sweat moving
down her neck. Immediately, her eyes caught mine. I turned away,
but soon felt her reach in to take my hand.
“Mano,”
she said softly. I looked back to her. She smiled and said nothing
more. When she said my name and touched my hand I always felt a
surge of confidence.
Dad
and Grandpa returned to the engine, tinkered around a bit before Dad
got back into the driver's seat. He was looking more and more like
Grandpa these days. Mom was standing a few feet back, hands on her
hips, sweat streaking into her t-shirt now while she stared intently
at the engine.
The
engine coughed and sputtered again, sounding exactly the same as it
had when we came to a stop in the middle of this desert. I could see
no other cars, no other buildings, no other signs of help. I did see
a look of worry cross Dad's brow at that moment. He punched the
ceiling, said something I couldn't understand and pushed himself out
of the old car.
Both
he and Grandpa again walked to the box on the back of the car.
Mom
turned away in disgust, walked off the road a few feet into the
desert. There she bent down, scooped up a handful of sand and turned
back toward the car. Walking straight back she showed her handful of
sand to the engine and then went to the roof above my head. She
looked at me to make sure I was watching as she let the sand slowly
pour out of her hand onto the faded roof. I could hear it lightly
echo off the thin metal.
Wiping
her hands clean she glanced at me once again, no smile this time but
simply an acknowledgment that I was watching her. She leaned in over
the engine again, whispering but loud enough so that I could hear.
“Get
used to this. Soon you will be covered with it. Hot abrasive sand,
moving into all your secret places, stealing what dignity you might
have left. You will make a nice home for the mice to come visit, to
come and pee on you.”
I
controlled an urge to laugh when she said “pee” - thankfully, I
won that battle, knowing how serious Mom was. She took a step back
from the car, crossed her arms and simply stared - stared directly at
the engine even as sweat dripped off her eyebrows and off the end of
her nose.
Dad
and Grandpa walked past me back up and under the open hood above the
engine. I could hear them talking in low whispers. At first I
thought they were talking to the car as well. But, when I heard
Grandpa say “this kind of heat kills...” I sensed their growing
fear at being stuck out in the open desert like this.
They
tinkered for a short moment and Dad came back and sat heavily into
the driver's seat. He turned to look at me, his already sunburned,
freckled face glowing in the heat.
“Say
a prayer, Mano.”
I
didn't know quite what to say, but I nodded and looked quickly back
to Mom. She hadn't moved, but her stare had deepened.
Dad
turned the key.
The
old Buick sprang to life as if nothing had ever been wrong. Dad gave
it a rev and the engine roared strongly, confirming it was ready to
behave, ready to carry us to safety.
Quickly,
I climbed back into the third, rear seat as Grandpa and Mom piled
into the car. The men were laughing loudly, and after a moment, Mom
held up her hand. She did this at times, always a few moments after
something or other, when she felt it her turn to speak.
Her
hand went to the dashboard, patting it like a dog.
“Good
car.” She then started laughing loudly as well. Relief was
fueling our laughter, even mine, my sister's and little brother's.
The
car soon moved back onto the road and I turned to look behind us.
Almost immediately I saw something blowing off the roof as the old
Buick accelerated faster and faster in a mad attempt to sweep the
sand off its roof.
Monday, June 17, 2013
The Parrot Talks...and the bar patrons love it!
June love from the comment-sphere...."The Parrot Talks in Chocolate" on Amazon
an enjoyable light read, June 16, 2013
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This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate (The Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar #1) (Kindle Edition)
i love the title of this book and was curious as to the content...the parrot is fabulous...the writing is simple but grabs you from the beginning...is it a fabulous seriously important story? no...but it is a great fun story and worth the time...enjoy
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A great read!, June 14, 2013
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This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate (The Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar #1) (Kindle Edition)
Normally punctuation errors and misspelled words irritate me, but I was somehow able to forgive them in this book. As another writer said, there wasn't really a plot but it was a great read -- sort of like taking a mental vacation.This book beautifully illustrates the wonders of life -- the triumphs, the disappointments, and the magic of it all. The writer has a gift not only for drawing the reader in to such lovable characters, but also for realizing that even though many of us do not live on an island paradise, we shouldn't forget that life is a precious gift. When you really step back and examine it, if you really are able to see all the wonders and simple joys that life affords, it makes you realize that with the right attitude life can be just wonderful. Reading this book gives me that feeling.
This is not your typical novel, but it is definitely worth reading. The bird's answers were priceless.
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Great beach read!, June 9, 2013
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This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate (The Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar #1) (Kindle Edition)
This is a great book to take along on your beach vacation, or to read at home while you are dreaming about your next beach vacation! Peacock does a great job of appealing to the senses in his writing. His descriptions of the smell and taste of the salty air, the sounds of the music, the feeling of the warm water and sun, and the sights of a tropical paradise made me feel like I was watching the story in person. I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series!
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WOW!!, June 9, 2013
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This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate (The Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar #1) (Kindle Edition)
You would never know by the title what a spiritual not religious but spiritual book this is. It's sweet and funny, both sad and uplifting, it makes you realize that no matter how bad you may feel things are...today really is a gift, every breath is a gift. That sometimes things are as they are for a reason and that luck is something you have to make yourself available to, something you have to just believe in. If you only read one book this summer, heck this year...please let it be this one, you'll be glad you did!
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Read it!, June 7, 2013
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This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate (The Life and Times of a Hawaiian Tiki Bar #1) (Kindle Edition)
I loved this book. Is it great literature? No. It is, though, a great read with just enough depth to make you feel as though you've picked up a little philosophy along the way. Kick off your shoes, get a boat drink, settle into a deck chair and follow the parrot.
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Fun and exotic, June 5, 2013
This review is from: The Parrot Talks in Chocolate: The Life and Times of a Hawaiian TIKI Bar (Paperback)
A freewheeling romp through an island world few of us are lucky enough to experience. Well developed characters and a sweet sense of humor make this a book for the entire family. Especially good summer reading!
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
"History Moves Time" in A Perfect Analogy
I love that line, and while I'm certain there could be arguments made otherwise, in the context of the story it is what anchors these characters to their themselves.
Look for "A Perfect Analogy" in the fall.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
FREE CHOCOLATE this WEEKEND
YES, you heard that right... "The Parrot Talks in CHOCOLATE" is FREE Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You folks on the East Coast will have a great read to weather that tropical storm ...
or
*it's also free in DE, ES, FR, JP, IT, CA and BR*
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
a 5 Minute Moment from Maui
if able, choose 720HD and Full Screen
looks GREAT Full screen 1280 x 720 HD on a flat screen TV as well...
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
An Excellent Murder Mystery from the new master of "Dark Noir" Christopher Pinto
Here he weaves history, culture and a big dose of supernatural into a compelling tale only he can tell. "Dark Noir" at it's very best, in my humble opinion!
Murder Under the Boards on Amazon.com
Saturday, May 4, 2013
FREE for 2 days: Death by Facebook
You've seen the headlines, you've heard the complaints... Facebook is dangerous! READ ALL ABOUT IT...
FREE May 5 and 6 at Amazon.com
FREE May 5 and 6 at Amazon.com
Saturday, April 27, 2013
GIFTING eBooks into the FUTURE!
While my 99 cents April promotion is on you can purchase Aunt Bee's birthday present now, even though her birthday is in October.
Just under the "Buy Now for 99 Cents" button on Amazon is the "GIVE as GIFT" button (see image)
Click on that and you'll see where you can enter an email address and A CALENDAR DATE for DELIVERY later!
SWEET! Get your shopping done now while the price is right. Aloha!
Monday, April 22, 2013
Whale Sounds, in 3 feet of water at Ka'anapali, Maui (UNEDITED, UNAMPLIFIED)
put your head underwater in Maui, during whale season and you'll hear this too!
captured with my new GoPro 3 camera!
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Dollar Menu Continues
the APRIL 99 cents promotion is going strong! Hurry and make sure you GIFT these babies to any and all who deserve a great experience! * your friends DON'T need a Kindle, just a device like iPod, iPad, iPhone, ANDROID, PC, MAC...you get the idea...
AND, they'll never know you ONLY SPENT 99cent on them!
click the image above or go directly to http://www.amazon.com/Everett-Peacock/e/B002Z3MIR8
Aloha
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