As you know on Fridays I bring you a guest. I’ve been talking to one of my fellow authors from ASMSG, Rebecca Scarberry, and as she has quite an number of books published, all well deserving of a visit, I asked her to choose one for today, and she’s decided to bring us ‘Where Love Takes You’. Just the title and looking at the cover makes you want to dive into the book, but Rebecca has been kind enough to send us not only some information about herself, but also a sample. And rather than keep talking about it, let’s get going.
First, introduce you to Rebecca:
Rebecca Scarberry (@Scarberryfields on Twitter) lives on a secluded farm in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas. She has self-published six books (four different genres): Messages from Henry (mystery), Rag Doll (psychological thriller/crime drama), Jumper series of three children’s picture books, and Where Love Takes You (transatlantic romance). She is currently editing the script for one episode for her children’s book series. A couple of television producers have requested she do so. Way to go, Rebecca!
Book description for Where Love Takes You:
The devoted, unlikely hero pigeon, Henry, is back in this sequel to Messages from Henry. This romance will take you on a transatlantic journey to England. With racing birds and racing hearts, you’ll find yourselves routing Henry on once again. His devotion to his new challenges and his mate, Cecilia will touch your hearts.
“Tammy, I received the most wonderful letter in the mail!” Evelyn shouted over the phone to her long-time friend and neighbor.
“Who’s the letter from?”
“It’s from the president of the Parent Teachers Association. She says the children attending Pickford Elementary school were learning about carrier pigeons when word of Henry saving my life hit the local news. She says they have made an award for Henry and want me to bring him to an awards ceremony.”
“That’s so lovely, Evelyn. When is it?”
“Hang on. I’ll look at the letter. October 2nd. It’s a Saturday. Will you be able to come too? After all, without you to read the messages, I’d be dead.”
The thought made Tammy shiver. “Of course, I’d love to come with you. I’m trying to picture what they could have possibly made for him.”
“I don’t care what they made. Henry is going to love their attention.”
Tammy showed up at Evelyn’s beautiful, large farmhouse an hour before they had to have Henry at the school auditorium. She was dressed in a casual pastel orange dress that complimented her red curly hair and azure eyes. Her high heels matched her dress perfectly.
As soon as Evelyn opened the front door, she looked at Tammy’s shoes and said, “Well, I guess I’ll be going out to give Henry a quick grooming by myself. You certainly can’t walk through the mud in those heels.”
“I could just slap you, Evelyn,” Tammy teased. “I was expecting a compliment and Henry all ready to go.”
Evelyn laughed and then said, “No, he’s not ready yet. I’ve been fussing with my out-of-control hair for half an hour. My hair is the same color as yours, but it certainly isn’t as controllable.”
“Your hair looks beautiful and you look so pretty in that light green dress. Have to tell you though; you’re going to have to lose the house slippers.”
Evelyn laughed as she removed the slippers, and replaced them with black rubber boots.
“Oh, those look much better,” Tammy joked.
Evelyn looked back at Tammy and rolled her eyes, as she headed for the backdoor. Once she arrived with Henry, in a nice clean cat carrier, she placed him on the kitchen floor.
Tammy looked at Henry, staring up at her. “Hello, Henry. Why you look beautiful. Your pure white feathers glisten, and your yellow eyes look brilliant, as usual.”
“I wiped him down a little bit, but I agree he looks beautiful. Like his girlfriend, Cecilia, he likes to keep his feathers in pristine condition. Let me put my heels on and we’re ready to go.”
The traffic held Evelyn and Tammy up. There had been an accident on the freeway earlier, and traffic hadn’t normalized.
Once the two entered the crowded auditorium, many of the children in the back rows turned to see who had entered. They immediately rose from their seats and began to clap. Once the others within earshot heard them clapping, they stood to see what it was about. Before Evelyn and Tammy took another step, the auditorium was filled with the sound of hundreds of people applauding. Evelyn looked down at Henry and found him bobbing his head. It was as though he was thanking them. She smiled big and raised the carrier above her head, for all to see.
A chubby, gray-haired woman in her fifties came up behind them and patted Evelyn on the back. “Come this way, Mrs. Bury. We have a seat for you on stage.”
Evelyn set the carrier on the floor next to her wooden chair, on stage. Once Evelyn sat down, proceedings began.
A tall, thin woman in her thirties stood at a podium and began, “Good afternoon. I’m Sharon Batista. Thank you all for coming this evening to honor Henry. Evelyn, we all want to thank you for bringing your hero to meet all of us tonight. We read in all the newspapers and saw your story on the local television news. We were all rooting Henry on, and praying you would be saved from death by the hands of your kidnapper. With each message Henry delivered to your dear friend, Tammy Wade, we were hoping that would be the one message to lead the authorities to you. I also want to add, we are so sorry for the loss of your son, Scott. We know he was trying very hard to pay the ransom and save your life. I don’t want to put you on the spot, but I’m wondering if you’d like to say a few words”.
Evelyn rose from her chair, Sharon stepped away from the podium, and Evelyn adjusted the microphone. “Thank you, Sharon, for your kind words. Tammy and I have been looking forward to this night for weeks. I’m thankful my dearly beloved husband trained Henry so well. Had it not been for Henry’s special abilities, and my loving friend Tammy, I never would have been found. Thank you all for coming to meet him.” As she walked back to her seat, the crowd applauded. Sharon returned to the podium, “Thank you, Evelyn. I would like to introduce you to one of Henry’s dearest fans, six-year-old Martin Quinten. He has the award, he made himself, and one-hundred and fifty students agreed was the perfect award for your special bird.”
A very small six-year-old redheaded boy started up the stairs to the stage. He stumbled on the fourth step, and this caused several of the children to laugh. Evelyn smiled dearly at the poor boy, as his face continued to redden with each step he took.
Once Martin regained his footing, his face turned to its normal pale white. In one hand, he held something in a silver box with a red bow tied to the top. He walked up to Evelyn and stood speechless.
“Nice to meet you, Martin,” Evelyn said with a smile. As she scooted the carrier closer to the child, she began again, “I would like to introduce you to Henry.”
The boy leaned down and looked inside of the carrier. With a large smile on his face he said, “We have an award for you, Henry. We hope you like it. We all think of you as the prince of pigeons.” Henry tilted his head and looked up at Martin, through the wire, atop the carrier. This clearly thrilled the boy and he soon handed Evelyn the box.
“I’m certain he will, Martin.” She slowly removed the bow. She opened the box to find a tiny, dark red felt vest. On the back, in yellow lettering, it said, HERO. She fought back tears of joy and said, “Henry will look stunning in this, and it’ll keep him warm on these cold mornings.” She sat the vest on her lap, removed Henry from his carrier, and placed the vest on his muscular body. It fit perfectly. She held Henry high into the air and Henry bobbed his head. The audience began to clap once again.
A line of people then began to line up on stage to meet and pet Henry, proudly displaying his new vest.
After reading that, you must go get it, here:
Thanks so much to Rebecca for being my guest and bringing us such a great read, to all of you for reading, and you know what to do, if you’ve enjoyed it, like, share, comment, and of course, CLICK!