Christine’s Top Thirteen Reasons to Enjoy Retirement
Searching for ideas I decided to write about something that is new and dear to my heart. As a high school math teacher I have spent over thirty years in the classroom. Now since June 12th I am retired. I have time to do everything I always wanted to do. I can accomplish so much that I am passionate about. Yet I have also found tons of ways to procrastinate. This year instead of returning to the classroom, I traveled to Philadelphia, met hurricane Irene and enjoyed a hurricane/drink in the Hard Rock Café in Phili. Went on to Atlantic City where my family and I found a practically deserted city/no tourists. We finished off the second week of school in New York City where we encountered the rain from two more hurricanes, Katia and Lee. Now I am home and discovering the joys of not getting up at 6:00 AM to go to work.
TIME
1. More time to write
2. Time to spend with grandchildren/family
3. Time to travel/off season and empty planes (Those of you who are not teachers may not understand the concept of off season.)
4. Cooking/finding new recipes
5. September/no school for me
6. Knitting for grandkids/hobbies
7. Remodeling the house (after 26 years and 3 kids it needs a makeover)
8. Working out/Walking/Jazzercise
9. Shopping
10. Starting a new business/one I’m passionate about
11. Staying up late and watch all of dancing with the stars
12. Sleeping in
13. Bloging on facebook and play games/addicted to Cityville
Christine’s blog http://christineyoung-romancewriter.blogspot.com/
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Dakota’s Bride by Christine Young
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This is the 1st book in the Lakota/Pinkerton series
Dakota’s Bride, My Angel, The Locket, The Talisman, and Forever His
Moonless and frigid, the December night sent chills down Emma’s spine. Yet she didn’t stop at the lighted inn nearby, nor did she break stride when she stumbled over a rut in the muddy road. Instead, she pulled her skirts higher. A carriage raced by, hell-bent in the same direction, spitting mud as it flew past
A frantic look over her shoulder did nothing to relieve the fear. He was closing on her, forcing her from her hiding place. She stopped for a moment while she quickly shook the mud off her cape, then she turned to the little girl.
“You all right, Clare?” Emma asked.
The little girl nodded but didn’t say anything, her face screwed tight with concentration, her breaths ragged and hard.
The big Mississippi paddle wheeler, due to leave in ten minutes, let out two loud, booming whistles. To Emma’s frayed nerves, the sound was heart-stopping.
The wind from the docks smelled of fish and tar. When it shifted, she could make out the aroma of fresh baked scones coming from the inn. Emma gripped the tiny hand she held in her own a little tighter, and prayed that Clare could keep up the pace.
“It’s only a wee bit farther. We can make it,” Emma told the little girl, her sister. Half sister, she reminded herself.
Clare’s father was not her own. His demonically hand¬some face leering at her while he calmly explained what he meant for Emma to do in the bordello was something she’d never forget.
Clare was a tiny and very fragile seven-year old. She had loving green eyes and a long, slender nose coupled with delicate cheekbones. Emma knew that someday Clare would grow into a classic beauty.
One long blond lock of hair slipped loose from Clare’s cap. The little girl pushed it away with her free hand, wrinkling her nose disgustedly.
Frost coated the road, and each hurried step caused the almost frozen mud to crunch beneath their feet. A horse and rider passed them, the man tipping his hat as he and his mount thundered by. Church bells rang out, the sound hollow and thin. It was almost six o’clock. She had five minutes to reach the boat.
A gust of wind caught her broadside and whisked the hood of her cape off the top of her head. She grabbed the soft fur and pulled the fabric back where it belonged. Distracted by the wind and her haste to reach the boat, Emma caught the toe of her shoe on a rock and balanced precariously for an instant.
She swore softly under her breath.
Had only one month passed?
No, three weeks ago her mother had died and two weeks ago she had learned the awful truth. Lawrence Stevens had slowly poisoned her mother. He had given her a small dose of arsenic each day until finally her mother took to her bed. Several days later Emma had held her mother’s hand while she breathed her last.
Emma would never have known about the murder if she hadn’t overheard Stevens speaking in harsh whispers with a friend of his. There were other things said and promised, things Emma had not wanted to acknowledge.
Disbelief and denial had caused her to waste precious time. Seven days had come and gone since she’d had her last horrible encounter with her stepfather. It was an encounter that had left her with no doubts that everything she’d heard was the god-awful truth. Stevens had meant to sell her to a whorehouse. Still, she’d had a difficult time believing the extent of Lawrence Stevens’s depravity. But when he’d installed her in Madame leBon’s bordello, she realized too late that her life was in grave jeopardy.
And Clare, sweet, sweet Clare, had understood all she’d told her and perhaps more. With the eyes of a child, Clare had somehow sensed the evil that surrounded her father long before anyone else did.
Five long days and nights they’d spent on the run. Clare had not complained. No matter how exhausted or hungry she was, the little girl had pressed on, understanding the imminent danger that faced Emma. Clare had somehow known that Emma had to get as far away from Lawrence as possible.
This incredible romance is one I positively fell in love with and is good enough to read again and again.
Cherokee
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More 4 Cups
I can’t remember the last time I was so engrossed in a book: Dakota’s Bride took over my weekend, and even now, am wishing to go peruse it one more time”¦
Rating: 4.5 Books
Reviewed by Snapdragon Long and Short Reviews
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Kim
13 years agoEnjoy your retirement! I hope you get the time to finish all the projects you havae going. I have so many books going and getting more ideas everyday! Just got an idea for a whole new series! Can't wait to get started on it!
Paty Jager
13 years agoChris, I know how much you've been looking forward to this time in your life. Congrats on having the time to do all the things you want! Great excerpt!
Terri Reed
13 years agoCongratulations on retiring! Love your reasons for enjoying. Book sounds intriguing.
Genene
13 years agoHi, Chris! Finally got to your "Top 13." Great reasons to celebrate "retirement." So pleased you've reached this point in your life's journey!