Welcome to Beyond the Book. Turnaround Farm which is one of my all time favorite books released September 1 for Wings ePress. I thought today I'd share a blurb and a short excerpt with you. If you're interested in the book, you can get it at
Blog Tour
Turnaround Farm is on a blog tour! You can read excerpts and enter to win an Amazon gift certificate. You can find the tour schedule at
If for some reason the link won't work you can access the days blog stop on my Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/elainepcantrell.
Blurb:
Dedicated career girl Holly Grant has no time for romance. She doesn’t need a man to complete her, thank you very much. Building Grant Realty takes all of her time and attention. If she can close a deal for Turnaround Farm her business will take off like a rocket. Her first problem is that Jeb Wakefield doesn’t want to sell his farm, and her second problem is Jeb’s grandson Dan, the finest looking man Holly’s ever seen.
Last Week:
Dedicated career girl Holly Grant has no time for romance. She doesn’t need a man to complete her, thank you very much. Building Grant Realty takes all of her time and attention. If she can close a deal for Turnaround Farm her business will take off like a rocket. Her first problem is that Jeb Wakefield doesn’t want to sell his farm, and her second problem is Jeb’s grandson Dan, the finest looking man Holly’s ever seen.
Last Week:
Several miles down the road, Jeb Wakefield took his biscuits out of the oven and brushed melted butter across the tops of the hot bread. The sweet scent made his stomach growl. What was keeping Dan? Dinner was ready, and he was sure to be hungry after working all day in the cold.
A sudden draft of bitter air announced Dan Wakefield’s arrival. He pulled his gloves off and stuffed them in the pocket of his heavy coat, which he hung on a peg just inside the door. He sat down on a battered, old bench in the mudroom and removed his boots before padding into the kitchen to greet his grandfather. “What’s for dinner?”
A sudden draft of bitter air announced Dan Wakefield’s arrival. He pulled his gloves off and stuffed them in the pocket of his heavy coat, which he hung on a peg just inside the door. He sat down on a battered, old bench in the mudroom and removed his boots before padding into the kitchen to greet his grandfather. “What’s for dinner?”
“Beef stew and biscuits.” He ran a hand across his short gray hair and straightened his broad shoulders.
This week: We've picked up where we left off last week.
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