Moments for the Heart

Hey, Weekend Writing Warriors. Hope everyone had a great week. For once, it was quiet here. Moving into a status quo mode I suppose. Thank you for all the concern and prayers. You are appreciated, friends.

My new release, Elissa Celebrates Christmas, is its first full week. This is a great book to fill a stocking or to round out your list for the book lover. You can visit the link to purchase.

Thanks for your support through everything; Let’s get into this week’s adventure and see what happens with Deborah and Carter.

SYNOPSIS:

Aaron Stephenson loves his job. As food critic for the popular Houston Gazette, he gets to sample the best cuisine at the finest eateries in Houston without paying a dime. And because there are so many great restaurants in Houston, he doesn’t have to visit the same establishment twice… unless he wants to.

But when Aaron stops in at Davies Deli, a non-descript, off-the-beaten-path, family-owned diner, he suddenly realizes he wants to come back;

But it has to do more with the owners’ brown haired, green eyed daughter, Deborah than the delicious food.
Aaron and Deborah feel a mutual attraction. But Deborah has a secret that could change everything.

And then there is Carter…

SNIPPET:

Summary:
This love story novel was born out of a dream I had about an angel leaving nick knacks behind for a couple to find as they walked through an amusement park together. They were reminders about them being a couple because they were struggling. Them finding these ‘little reminders’ drew them back together. The novel also has a dual storyline, in that the MC also has a struggle with their relationship with God, so they are also being drawn back to Him as well. The diner idea came from my personal love for food, writing some of the book sitting in a Denny’s, and working in kitchens for almost 10 years.

Here is a bit from last week.

“See, you remember,” said the man as if reading her thoughts. “I can see your eyes dancing. That means you recall why your Pop calls you DeeDee. You have a story; it’s just that youth keeps you from realizing it. And with little girls, stories usually revolve around their daddies.”

Deborah again felt the weight of what Carter was saying. It must have shown.

“What?” Carter said with a hopeful smile.


We are picking up right where we left off.


Deborah smiled.

“Seriously, I want to hear it,” Carter said.

“My Pop and I used to take walks on the beach. He would call it our Daddy Daughter Date. We would grab a hot dog near the shore and eat them on a bench, sand and all. Then we would walk as far as we could. He would hold my hand, and we’d pick up shells. We even found a sand dollar once, but with the moves, I lost it a long…”

A loud car horn snapped Deborah out of her memory; the light had turned green. She pulled through the intersection and into the library drop-off lane. She parked behind a cab near the entrance.


::There is your ten, or so, but let’s continue and finish the scene.::


“Well, here we are,” said Carter.

“Yes, well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Carter.”

“Yes, it was. I enjoyed our talk,” Carter said. He tucked his shoebox under his coat again and leaned back into the car before shutting the door. “Remember, Deborah, fathers are always there. No matter how far we get from them, they still love us. Even when it seems they only want their own good, they have our best in heart.”

Carter shut the door and hastily walked up the steps and out of the rain. Deborah pulled back into traffic and drove the rest of the way to her parent’s deli a few miles away.

As she parked her car behind the restaurant, Carter’s words wouldn’t leave her. Deborah didn’t doubt that he loved her. Maybe she was too hard on him. Hard about the job, about men, perhaps even a little about church. She parked and checked the visor mirror to make sure her face was in place, adjusted her purple hairband, and exhaled; another day.

As she went to raise the visor, something on the back seat caught her eye. Deborah looked harder but still couldn’t tell what it was. She turned and reached back and picked up the item on the seat. Her eyes, face, and heart fell in shock. It was a sand dollar. In disbelief, she flipped it over and on the back were the letters, “P” and “D.” The P was for Pop; the D was for DeeDee. It was the sand dollar she and her dad had found on the gulf shore over seventeen years ago.

Now we get are getting more clues about who Carter may be. And what he has inside the shoebox he carries. It also leads into the novel title, Little Reminders.

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Elissa Celebrates Christmas

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