Bud finally has my latest book, Under Full Sail, available for preorder in the Kindle Store. You can click on the cover image to the left for details or to reserve your copy.
Paul and I were getting a little irritated with him. He wasn't writing fast enough to keep up with us, and he kept leaving us in tense situations while he was playing with those grandchildren.
Not that I blame him; they're great fun. That 11-year-old girl keeps taking him fishing when we want him to be writing, and there's a new one, too, another grandson. He joined the crowd just before the holidays. He's a handsome little rascal, and he's already spoiled by his four older sisters, not to mention the rest of us. Anyhow, we survived the disruptions and Bud got our story written.
Paul and I thought we were going to get a little time to ourselves on our way back to the islands after that big party in Miami. It was a blast to have the whole crowd together, but if you've read Bluewater Revolution, you know that already.
Bud had other plans for us. We had an easy passage from Miami to the Virgins, and we spent a few days there to rest and restock the pantry. We had a little over two weeks before our next charter guests were due in Grenada, so we decided to stop at Isla de Aves. It's one of those out-of-the-way spots that seems like a perfect escape.
Isla de Aves is technically part of Venezuela, but it's far closer to Dominica and Guadeloupe. It's tiny -- think square yards, not square miles -- and uninhabited except for two colonies of terns and the sea turtles that lay their eggs there.
We'd no sooner set foot ashore than we encountered a man who was stranded there. He was in bad shape physically, and he had no idea who he was or how he got there. We couldn't just leave him there to die, so we decided to take him to Dominica and get some help for him. So much for our vacation.
And that's where our latest tale begins. Order a copy of Under Full Sail and join Paul and me as we discover who the castaway is, and why three different groups of people want to kidnap him, or in one case, to kill him.
Come on aboard and let us entertain you. Thanks for your support,
XXX,
Connie
2 comments:
Connie always cracks me up. I'm pretty sure we'd hit it off it we met at the coffee shop.
Thanks, Rebekah. I think you two would enjoy each other's company, too. Maybe she'll look you up next time she's in Florida.
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