In celebration of our Blogiversary, Daisy Prescott has generously shared the first ever excerpt from her upcoming follow-up to Geoducks Are For Lovers. If you haven’t had a chance to read this wonderful novel, please run right out and get yourself a copy. It’s a smart, romantic comedy and well worth your time!
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If you read this story, then you’ll definitely remember the sexy neighbor, John. Daisy’s new book will focus more attention on this character!
Daisy would also like you to know that this excerpt is unedited and subject to change in the final version. She’s very excited to share this exclusive first peek with the readers of Bookish Temptations and I’m very excited to read it along with you.
So let’s get to it, shall we?
“How do you feel about camping?” I asked Diane.
“Like sleeping out in the woods? With bears and serial killers lurking, waiting to kill me?
“Are the bears and serial killers working together to kill you?”
“Don’t mock me. There are many stories about people being mauled to death because they aren’t smart enough to sleep in a bed behind a locked door.”
“Not sure about the bears, but I’m pretty sure a locked door isn’t going to stop a serial killer.”
We’d been talking about new experiences for the past hour. Sitting out on a boat in the early morning while waiting for salmon to bite required interesting conversation topics to keep Diane awake. Most men fished for the quiet and to get away from the chatter of their girlfriends, or wives and families. Two men could sit in a boat for hours and not say a word. We liked it that way.
Bringing Diane out on the boat wasn’t a huge mistake. Just a little one. For some reason, being out on the water made her chattier. Maybe it was nerves. Or excitement. After an hour out here without even a bite, nerves seemed the obvious answer over excitement.
“Muffin?” she offered. Muffins. On a fishing boat. What nonsense was this?
“Sure. You didn’t have to bring food.”
“I know. But it seemed polite. Plus, I didn’t know how long we’d be out here. We could get lost at sea or something and later think if it wasn’t for a few store bought cranberry orange muffins, we’d be dead.”
She so wasn’t an island girl. “For one thing, we’re not ‘at sea’. We’re in a sound, which means land on two sides.” I pointed over my shoulder at the coast and then turned to point behind her at the island. “Second, we’d be in more trouble with dehydration than starvation.”
“See? These are good things for a girl to know. I feel very prepared with this lovely vest.”
She patted her life vest over her windbreaker. I’d insisted she dress in layers and wear my beanie. The morning was warm for early April, but that wasn’t saying much. I tugged at her braid sticking out beneath the knit cap.
“You look adorable.”
“So back to camping. I think we should go.”
“In a tent? With bugs and peeing in the woods? Not to mention the mauling bears and lurking serial killers?” Her eyes widened with each question into something that was a mix of fright and disgust.
“Yeah. We’ll go someplace with toilets and hot showers. There’s something magical about sleeping outside.” I glanced at her frozen expression. “By outside, I mean in a tent. Cooking over a fire. Telling tall tales.”
“No ghost stories though. That’s how every scary movie starts. Overconfidence in the face of the limitless terror of nature.”
“Limitless terror of nature? Really? I was thinking I could make you my famous campfire roasted bananas.” I wasn’t certain when the idea of going camping with Diane first began in my mind, but I knew it had to happen. “Don’t say we can make those at a beach fire. It’s different.”
“You really want me to go camping with you?” She tilted her head and smiled at me.
“I do. It’ll be fun. We’ll stay on the island… for the first time.”
“First time?” She caught my hint there’d be more than one time.
“Trust me. Once you do it with me, you’ll want to keep going.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Is this conversation going the same way the fishing one went? By the way, your boat is bigger than I thought it would be.”
I choked on the coffee I’d attempted to swallow. She leaned over to pat my back. “Thanks. I’m glad you like my… boat.”
A little later on we’ll have a giveaway from Daisy for you to enter 🙂