That’s right people. The projected release of the paperback editions went live sooner than predicted!
Available for purchase from Amazon now. At 300 pages it’s not a quick read but a full length novel.
I should have been paying attention. Growing up on the run from religious fanatics gave me more than a few good reasons to be careful, but I was just too tired to be as vigilant as I should have been. My mind was occupied with my latest case—a missing nine year old girl. I was usually good at my job, but sometimes I needed a little extra help from magick. I always managed to track down a cheating spouse or the occasional runaway, but now it seemed more children were missing from the streets of Seattle and nothing I did worked.
A cat jumped on my shoulder and jerked me from my exhaustion induced stupor…
Helping to celebrate the two year Blogoversary with Talk Supe, I was interviewed and offered up an excerpt from Andromeda Rising. Also there are two signed copies of the book up for grabs to celebrate two great years of reviews and reveals.
I’ve heard it said that the greatest compliment you can pay someone is to trust them with your heart. I suppose that is true because the things that matter most reside there.
“Where your treasure is there your heart will be also.”
That trust level goes so much deeper when you have children. They occupy such a big piece of your heart that, at times, it seems as if it is so full it will burst. So when and if you choose a partner in life, choose wisely. There are many types of fathers (and mothers) in this world. Unfortunately, there are:
those who never wanted to be fathers so they shirked the responsibility,
those who are present financially but absent emotionally,
those who never spend time with their child,
those who are abusive physically or mentally or both,
those who are self-absorbed and put their wants first, and
those who believe the job ends when their child reaches adulthood.
Then there is the type of father that my children have:
the one who talked about his children long before they were born,
the one who prayed for them during many years of unsuccessful infertility treatments,
the one who read and sang to them while they were still in the womb,
the one who fought back tears as he held them for the first time,
the one who stayed up late to rock them and sing to them when they were infants,
the one who patiently put their socks on for the fifteenth time because, “they’re just not right, Daddy”
the one who read books to them until they fell asleep (he was usually the first to go),
the one who checked and double checked the room for monsters,
the one who played endless games of Candyland, Chutes and Ladders, and Go Fish when his favorite team was playing on TV,
the one who sat through hours of dance recitals to watch his daughter dance for two minutes and then gave her roses afterward,
the one who trimmed his daughter’s bangs because they were too long (that task was stripped from him immediately afterwards),
the one who drags them out of bed in the morning with a tickle and a hug,
the one who occasionally goes in late to work because he wants to take them to school,
the one who attends all of their sporting events and cheers so loud I banish him to the outfield,
the one who takes his daughter to the annual daddy/daughter dance and makes her feel like the most important little girl in the world,
the one who taught them how to swing a bat, catch a ball, throw a pass and shoot a basket,
the one who takes the time to appreciate the beauty of a sunset with them,
the one who spends hours putting toys together on Christmas Eve, cursing late into the night and early the next morning, determined that it be functional by the time they awake,
the one who coaches their teams and participates in fundraisers,
the one who taught them how to ride a bike and tie their shoes,
the one who reminds them to say the blessing before a meal (even in a restaurant),
the one who religiously saves for their college tuition,
the one who is sometimes hard on them because he wants them to do their best,
the one who insists on them saying “sir” and “ma’am,”
the one who teaches them to be a good person by example,
the one who loves them beyond measure,
the one who would give his life for them.
That is the man I married. I hope all the fathers had a wonderful Father’s Day.