Featuring the first page of a book on Friday is a great way to kickstart a weekend.
Blurb:
Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa
tribe in Michigan leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance.
When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1 Night Stand to
help him find his spirit mate or at least a woman who enjoys dancing and accepts
him as an eagle shifter.
Amanda Collins never recovered from unrequited
love and memories of a Chippewa boy. She believes a simple night with a Native
American man will make her forget the past so she can move on with her life.
Madame
Eve partners them for a 1 Night Stand in the magical Rose Cabin at the Poconos
Mountain Resort. During a blizzard they learn one must step into the past before dancing into
the future. Will the Spirit of the Eagle carry them?
Here is the first page:
Chapter One
Frilly snowflakes
fell, decorating the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket. A pair of the crystals landed
on the hard material, molded together to form a larger, even more beautiful
design.
No
two flakes are the same, yet they manage to find a mate. Is my design too
different, that I’ll never find my match? Dyami sighed,
his breath releasing in a puff of white and releasing the negative vibes
teasing the edge of his mind. He straightened and stretched stiff back muscles.
Everything in nature happens for a reason.
Over a few beers
several months earlier, he’d celebrated his own pity party with a friend. He’d
vented his frustration of women staring at him with fear or disgust and had reached
his limit of tolerating loneliness. His large size and dark, Native American
features often intimidated strangers. Women of his tribe whispered of his peculiar
eyes and often walked away, repulsed.
Unfortunately, his
nesting instinct had also recently kicked in. He wanted a good woman who would
accept and love him for the rest of his life. His drinking buddy had mentioned an
elite dating service, 1Night Stand, that set up blind dates that often led to a
love match. Dyami’s spirit nurtured the seed of hope at the recommendation and
persuaded him to fill out the paperwork for a date.
Then, a week earlier,
he’d stood on his porch, drinking his morning coffee, when a hawk flew overhead.
His people considered hawks to be messengers, and he’d wondered about the
significance of the creature’s visit. With an impatient heart, he went inside, checked
his email, and discovered a message from Madame Evangeline, the owner of 1Night
Stand.
Following a day
of work, he’d driven almost seven hundred miles in poor weather to meet his
date. He’d planned to arrive at his destination with vim and vigor, not
exhausted. Eventually, he’d given in to his fatigue and spent the night in a
cheap hotel along Interstate 80.
Now, standing
and waiting for his date, he watched a plow rumble on the road and the world grow
white and admired the serene landscape. Giant evergreen boughs were laden with heavy
snow, much like the mental weight he carried. The trunks stood strong, bearing
the spirits of the earth. Crisp air filled his lungs. Around his neck hung a pendant
with a small eagle mounted on an arrowhead representing his lineage. Clasping
it, he closed his eyes. The rough edges dug into his palm, yet gave him
comfort. Some of the legends of his culture were true; such as those telling of
people born with a totem
animal or a spirit guide. His ancestors had been blessed by the Great Spirit.
In every generation, one man be born not only with a spirit animal residing
within his soul, but also the gift of shifting from man to that of his spirit animal.
