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Welcome to the LAST stop of the 6 days long OAG blog-hop
If you didn't have a chance to visit the 11 previous blogs that participates in this fun blog-hop to collect the secret words, scroll down to find the links in the contest entry form at the end of this post.
If you visited every blog on the list, you have 11 words and you'll find the 12th word hidden in this post between six asterisks. The 12 words make a quote about writing.
Add the 12 words quote to the CONTEST ENTRY form at the end of this post and:
The winners will be notified via email and announced (mentioning only first names) on May 26th on the #OurAuthorGang blog: https://asmallgangofauthors.blogspot.com/
Find the last secret word hidden in the text below between 6 asterisks
I've published quite a few children's books:
But one of my books stands out and readers buy it regularly on different publishing sites.
Sarah, Emma’s mom, promised to bird-sit Pico for two weeks but soon regrets her decision because the noisy parrot keeps screeching and squawking all day, annoying her family and the neighbors.
When Pico makes a mess of Emma’s room, Emma gets very angry, but her friends help her. Charlotte notices that Pico seems sad, and Pedro finds out why Pico is shrieking so loudly all the time. The parrot is frustrated because nobody pays attention to him, and nobody understands what he wants.
The purpose of this English and Spanish bilingual book is to show children the beauty of another language and that learning a new language doesn’t have to be boring, it could be fun. The story also delivers a message that when we don’t take the ***write*** time to listen to each other, we tend to judge others quickly before we get to know them.
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A $30 gift card
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Add the 12 words quote in the form below.
The winners will be notified via email and announced (only mentioning first names) on May 26th on the #OurAuthorGang blog: https://asmallgangofauthors.blogspot.com/
A short teaser
As she opened her eyes again, Valerie sobbed, and there was nothing she could do to stop her flowing tears. Caleb had died that night, as though her words had been what he needed for him to be able to move on.
“We were so happy, Cal!” She sobbed. “We’d spent almost every waking moment together since we were toddlers. I remember Mom telling Grandma how lucky we were to be born a month apart and live next door to each other because Helga, your nanny, was happy to babysit me. Then you got sick and spent a lot of time in the hospital… but when you felt better, we did everything together. I will never forget our first and only romantic kiss… when we were thirteen. It was so beautiful and felt so natural… That’s when we knew we were soulmates. Then you got sick, and a series of infections made you weaker with every passing day. I wish you were still here, healthy and happy.” She couldn’t continue her monologue. The deep, powerful sob overwhelmed her and erupted from her chest.
After she cried herself out Valerie whispered, “I miss you, more than I can put into words.” Wrapping her arms around herself, she leaned back on the bench, feeling the hardwood pressing against her upper back. “I didn’t want to, but I had to let you go. I couldn’t be selfish. I couldn’t ask you to fight when I knew how much you were hurting. I just… sometimes I wish something could have happened to me too, so we could be together. I don’t know how I’m meant to live this life without you, Cal. I keep on doing what I’m supposed to be doing, but my world is empty and colorless without you.”
A sudden gust of wind blew her hair and showered her with pink petals from the nearby magnolia tree. “Cal?” She whispered, but then shook her head. “It can’t be. I wish, but it’s just the wind.”
TEARS IN THE WIND
The world is so much colder
His name etched upon the granite
So final, so impersonal
Tears I've been holding back now free
They fall in rivers down my cheek
A soft breeze begins to blow
Magnolia petals float by
My tears join them in a dance
A dance of loss
A dance of remembrance
Listening, I hear his voice
Floating on the wind
~Cindy J. Smith
Thank you, Eva Pasco, author of great contemporary women’s fiction, for editing my book and catching all my pesky errors.
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