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Alfie


BECOMING ALFIE

Neil Patterson
Historical Fiction

Alfie Norrington was born into poverty in London’s East End in the first minute of the twentieth century. His life was a battle. From the Brick Lane markets where young Alfie pilfered and pickpocketed, to the trenches of Flanders, Alfie fought every step of the way.

Almost killed by a trench bomb he battled to recover and while in a military hospital Alfie made a promise that dramatically change’s his life. A true East End hero, Alfie begins his journey away from poverty armed with a robust moral compass and an open heart.

Becoming Alfie is the first in the Alfie Norrington series. It follows the life of a man who positively influenced thousands of people. The world needs more individuals like Alfie Norrington, that give much more than they take.

 


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Chapter 1

 The Little Rascal

 

January 1900

There was no ceremony, no fanfare, just a sigh of anxiety as Elsie Norrington looked into her child’s deep-brown eyes. She already had four kids she couldn’t adequately feed or clothe; a fifth would just add to her burden. It was all work for her: she put in fourteen hours each day at the match factory, then came home and managed to eke out dinner for her brood from whatever she had scrounged, or whatever they had stolen or picked up from the filthy streets. Sometimes there were potatoes with some cabbage in a soup or a stew of rabbit trapped by Jack, but those were rare meals. More common was yesterday’s old stew topped up with split peas or yellow lentils and accompanied by some stale bread the kids had scavenged, but all would leave the table with empty bellies.

It was a meagre existence for all the Norringtons, with Bernie contributing the least after his habit down the Dog and Duck Public House. He drank most days and some nights and came home with a bubbling anger inside that all the children recognised. One night this anger boiled over, and Bernie attacked Elsie in the parlour in front of the children. Elsie was knocked to the floor and Bernie began kicking her. The children screamed, the girls burying their heads under the pillows and attempting to shut out the noise and the fear.

Alfie began to cry in his crib, as if he picked up on the anxiety from his siblings. This moment formed one of his earliest memories – or maybe the story was recounted so many times that it became a memory.

 

December 1905

Winter came around too quickly for Alfie. His hand-me-down clothes were so worn that the wind whipped through them, chilling him to the bone. If he had to leave the house, he discovered he could minimise the cold by wearing as many layers of clothing as possible, but it was still insufficient. Alfie decided that during the winter when he was grown up, he would live in a warm country, not a cold one, and that thought kept him going.

Alfie was growing fast. He was quick-witted and not shy in coming forward. He’d already learned a number of tricks from his brothers in stealing food from the market stalls in Brick Lane, but it was a cagey game. If caught, you’d earn a clip around the ear from the Old Bill at best, a month or two in Borstal at worst.

Bernie was a lazy man who preferred drinking to working, but on the odd occasion would knock off some food from the docks and bring it home for dinner. They would have a slap-up meal – “fit for a king”, as Bernie would say. Once he stole a chicken that Elsie had to pluck. She kept the gizzards for mince, boiled the chicken and kept the bones for stock. The family enjoyed a hearty meal of boiled chicken accompanied by stolen potatoes courtesy of young Alfie, who hung around the markets in Brick Lane and willingly pocketed any spuds that rolled or fell to the floor. His technique was to kick them away from the stall where they had fallen and keep his eye on them until it was safe to make his move. Under the awnings of shops behind the market was his favourite haunt, and he mastered the art of the quick pick-up. If the stallholder saw Alfie with one of his lovely King Edward potatoes, he would call the Peelers in a second. It forever amused young Alfie, the thought of getting collared by the Peelers for nicking spuds!

 

March 1909

Much had changed in the Norrington household since the turn of the century. The girls had blossomed into beautiful young women and enjoyed the distant affections of many a lad. Both had creamy complexions with dark eyes, dark hair and an ample bosom. Even their ragged, filthy clothes accompanied by their bare and dirty feet did not detract from their beauty, nor from their potential suitors.

Fred and Jack had developed into young men, though Fred seemed to have inherited his father’s habits: he was lazy, drank to excess and contributed little to the household budget. Alfie was now at Copperfield Road Ragged School. Amongst the poorest and most dishevelled of Mile End and surrounds, Alfie stood out as almost the worst example. His clothes were hand-me-downs from his brothers; they were patched and worn when Jack and Fred wore them, and now they were patched, worn and ill-fitting on Alfie. But this did not seem to concern him. He looked forward to school for a variety of reasons.

Alfie was a bright boy in a dull school. No one was expected to shine academically; in fact, being able to read and write at the conclusion of a boy’s education, at fourteen years of age, was considered a scholarly success. Study and boxing were what Alfie enjoyed at school, along with two meals every day. Like his brother Jack, Alfie loved to box. They shared the same teacher, Mr Grimes, who was impressed with Alfie’s determination and style. He was most fascinated by the manner in which Alfie controlled his emotions when in the ring – both his anger and his pain when he was hurt. Alfie’s opponent never knew when he had been hurt, which was a significant advantage, as no matter what his opponent threw at him, Alfie seemed to shrug it off, then come back even harder.

“Alfie, you are a good little boxer with a good technique and a big heart,” Mr Grimes told him. “Boxing will help you on the streets if you get in trouble, but I would like to introduce you to a couple of non-boxing techniques. There are two very vulnerable areas that we don’t address in boxing. The first is the balls, and a good kick in the balls will certainly hurt and quite considerably slow down any opponent. The second is a really hard punch to the throat, which will disable your opponent as they struggle to breathe. A combination of these two will ensure a victory over any opponent. Practise this whenever you can and be prepared to use it along with your boxing skills.”

 

After school, Alfie would wander through the Brick Lane markets, which were still busy with people milling around and buying food Alfie could only dream of. It was here that his most lucrative work was undertaken. Alfie had become an accomplished pickpocket, with the eye of a hawk and the touch of a butterfly. He had learned his trade from an old neighbour, Ernie Hill, who passed away the previous winter with pneumonia at the ripe old age of sixty-three. Ernie was a master of the “lift”, and imparted this knowledge onto Alfie, who took to it like a duck takes to water.

Alfie watched the gentlemen who wore top hats, as he felt they were wealthier than those in flat caps. Fish, meat, even vegetables were purchased as wallets appeared, money changed hands and the wallets returned to the false security of jacket pockets. The coins Alfie also followed; often they were easier to steal as they were dropped into pockets on the outside of coats and jackets for easy retrieval. Their owners rarely felt the lift – unlike stealing a wallet, which was hazardous for the thief, who needed to put his hand inside the target’s clothing, significantly increasing the chance of being caught.

Alfie picked his mark: an elderly gent, who had dropped both silver and copper coins into his left jacket pocket after buying something from the butcher. He seemed to be distracted as he looked around, then began arguing with the butcher himself. Alfie moved swiftly across the cobbled street, slowing down as his left hand slid gently into the left front pocket of the gent’s tunic. Alfie moved his small hand around inside the pocket, attempting to grasp all the coins, when the victim rumbled him.

“Oh no you don’t, you fuckin’ urchin,” said the man, grabbing Alfie’s hand and holding on tight. “I’ll make sure you do your bloody time at the workhouse, where you’ll learn some fuckin’ manners. Peelers got a thief here! A little poxy, smelly thief, scum of the earth!”

The police blew their whistles and Alfie could see the crowd parting to let the Old Bill nick him. He kicked his victim violently in the shins, then, with all the strength he could muster, punched him on the chin with his stronger arm. The victim shrieked in pain and let go of Alfie’s hand, allowing Alfie to run for it – which he did at great speed, weaving in and out of the marketgoers, then ducking down an alley, over a wall that he had to scramble up, and into a small shed at the rear of some tenements. He tried to listen through his heavy breath, but there were no footsteps. He heard whistle-blowing coppers in the distance, but after some time, that stopped.

Only when it was dark did Alfie dare to move. He did this with every caution, like a fox sniffing out its perpetrators. He felt comfortable enough to check his booty. Two farthings, a silver sixpence and three buttons. He asked himself, was it worth it? He decided to keep the farthings, give the silver sixpence to his mum, telling her he found it up the market on the cobbles, and chuck the silly buttons.

Alfie made the decision there and then that his days as a pickpocket were over.

 

Elsie looked suspiciously at Alfie when he gave her the silver sixpence. It wasn’t the first that he had “found” over the past few months.

“Thank you, Alfie. You seem to be having a run on finding money on the streets,” she said. “I ’ope you ain’t lifting this money from some poor unsuspecting gentlemen’s pocket, for if you are, I will ’ave your guts for garters, young man, and turn you in to the Old Bill meself!”

Alfie smiled  nervously. He respected his mum and was a little fearful of her – what she said, she did.

“No, Mum, I found it down Brick Lane, just like I said. Wot’s for dinner? I’m starvin’,” he said, changing the subject.

“Tonight’s dinner is a mix of freshly picked potatoes, boiled then placed gently into last night’s soup,” said Rose, mimicking a posh accent.

 “To be served with very crisp bread that was rescued from the bin at the back of Pearson’s bakery,” Lily took over. “A fine choice and perfect with the soup.”

Both girls giggled. They were always laughing, often at jokes between themselves. Alfie loved them both very much.

“Now, wash your hands, young Alfie, and by the time you get back, tea will be ready,” said Elsie.

When Alfie returned, the hot soup and bread were on the table. The girls began tucking in. Alfie thought the grey, dirty-looking soup looked decidedly unappetising and emanated a musky smell. He began to force it down, as there were no other choices. It tasted as bad as it looked, but the stale bread softened when dipped in the soup, and that improved matters slightly.

Just then, Bernie rolled in the door. The angry look on his face and the wobble in his step gave away his drunkenness. The atmosphere changed instantly. Everyone was now tense, anxiety and fear permeating the little room.

“So, what’s for dinner, wife?” he slurred, as he tried to focus on those in the room.

Life in Mile End certainly didn’t improve with Bernie’s parenting efforts. He hung over the table, stinking of alcohol and swaying menacingly, anger filling his eyes. He could explode when in this sort of mood, as he had demonstrated many times in the past. None of the children looked up at him, and Elsie knew better than to start a row when Bernie was in this particular state.

Bernie was at boiling point and just about to explode into a violent rage when Jack walked through the door. “Evenin’, all,” he said. “I bought a little sumfing for tomorrow’s tea.” And he produced a pig’s trotter from his left jacket pocket.

The children cheered, then cheered even louder when, magician-like, Jack produced another trotter from his right pocket. They would eat well the next few nights. Pig’s trotters were Alfie’s favourite.

“You’ve got a face like a bastard on Father’s Day, Bernie. What’s got up your nose?” said Jack, facing his father, to the amusement of Alfie and the twins.

Bernie was scared of Jack. A few years back, Jack had taught him a lesson for hitting Elsie in front of all the family. While Bernie was still a violent man, he was subservient to his eldest son, who had recently rented his own flat in nearby Poplar, but regularly popped into Cromwell Street to see his family.

Today’s visit had an additional purpose: he was now ready to give Alfie boxing lessons three times a week, something Alfie was keen to do. He and Jack organised to start them on the following Monday in Poplar, which was about three miles away; Alfie intended to run both ways to help with his fitness. Jack’s main objective was to keep his little brother out of bother, as he knew Alfie was working as a pickpocket after school, and boxing three times a week might take his mind off it.

 Sleeping arrangements were difficult at best, with the twins wishing for some privacy and Alfie sleeping on some old blankets next to his siblings’ bed. Fred was spending most nights at Jack’s gaff, so the twins had the bed to themselves, which was proper considering their age and the onset of womanhood. Alfie didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, but it pissed him off when one of the twins needed to get up to pee in the night; often, in their sleepy state, they forgot Alfie was there and trod on him.

It was because of this that Alfie decided he would have his own bed and his own bedroom when he grew up.





Neil Patterson was born 15 miles East of London near the River Thames. As a child he played on the tidal mudflats which, since Roman Times, had been a depository for man’s detritus . Neil was fascinated by the many items that he found whilst mudlarking, old coins, bottles and buttons. He found pieces of clay pipes that Londoners used to smoke Tobacco, which was introduced to Britain in the 16 century. The fragments of clay pipes fired Neil’s enthusiasm for History.

Late into his teens Neil began to keep a diary and has carried this practice throughout his adult life. He has also written many short stories and poetry but not until he stopped working, in his late fifties, has Neil found time to dedicate to his writing.

Neil’s Uncle lived in Australia and from early childhood he dreamt of living down under, he says he was born in England with an Australian heart. He followed his heart migrating to Australia 40 years ago. Neil now works full time as a writer and lives in Murrays Beach with his wife Jann and their border Collie, Harry the dog.

 


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Our Friendship Matters Excerpt Tour

Our Friendship Matters
by Kimberley B. Jones

GENRE: Young Adult

BLURB:

Leah and Sasha are 17-year-old friends who had been close to one another since elementary school, but as the summer approaches they find their friendship tested in ways they never anticipated.

Following graduation, Sasha’s privileged life and perception of the world around her is suddenly altered when an old childhood friend persuades her to join in a campaign against an injustice after his best friend is killed by a cop.

But joining the protest has unforeseen consequences for Sasha, distancing her from Leah, who becomes jealous of Sasha’s new friends and finds herself on the opposing side, protesting alongside her group of new white friends.

As the tension mounts between the two bitterly opposed factions, a tragedy strikes and threatens to make Sasha and Leah enemies. Can they find a way to resolve their differences, putting them to the side and learn to accept each other’s viewpoints? Or is their long friendship finished for good?

EXCERPTS (Exclusive Excerpt):


Suddenly, after being so tired, now I couldn’t sleep. I got up and started to do some research on my computer for my biology class. I wanted to get a jump start on finals but found myself on social media, somehow.

I landed on Ricardo’s Facebook page. On his page there was a post he made that said, “It hurts me so much that I don’t get to see my best friend anymore. He didn’t die of old age or from a car accident, but some white police killed him coming from the basketball game, mistaken for a store robber…. #JusticeforMitchell.”

After that post, I had to search for information about Mitchell’s death and how it happened. That’s why Ricardo seemed so bitter. I mean, we have problems at Chester, but this was a huge problem for Eastview. How could the kids at that school handle such a tragedy? Here I was worrying about prom and graduation, and Ricardo had to worry about one of his best friends not attending his last prom or even graduating. That was some hard news for those kids to handle at their school or, like my grandma would say, “that’s a big pill to swallow.”

When I laid on the bed trying to sleep, I started twisting and turning, bothered by Ricardo’s post. But I couldn’t let it haunt me all night. Plus, if my Momma came in and caught me not sleeping, she’d go crazy and blame it on me hanging out on a school night.
Kimberley

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kimberley is a professional early childhood educator. She was born in the small town of Saint George, South Carolina, on September 12, 1982. Graduated from Woodland High School in 2000, Benedict College in 2004 with B.S., Child & Family Development, and from Ashford University in 2013 with a Masters in Early Childhood Education.

After receiving her education and being a military spouse, she held several jobs as a preschool teacher and a preschool director, but she wanted to her education to use by writing children’s books. She wrote her first book in college for her children’s literature course. She has self-published several children books on Amazon.

Currently, she is branching off into writing fiction YA, NA, and A novels on issues in society. She loves writing and would not change it for nothing in this world She is now published by Rhetoric Askew. Kimberley is the author of Our Friendship Matters.

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The Dragon’s Song Book Tour

The Dragon's Song

Welcome to this Book Tour. The book, The Dragon’s Song, is for Middle Grade readers and written by Binh Pham and R.M. Clark.



Middle Grade

Date Published: October 19, 2020

Publisher: INtense Publications, LLC


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Eleven-year-old Bao Dang remembers watching in horror four years earlier as Communist soldiers dragged his parents from their home. Now an orphan, he begins a journey to escape the oppressive government of South Vietnam. The owner of a small boat, paid in gold, smuggles Bao and his cousin, Binh Pham, down the Saigon River at night to the South China Sea, where he and over one hundred other “boat people” pack into a trawler designed to hold fewer than thirty. For six days, they face danger from the police, weather, and pirates, not to mention the constant threat of capsizing as they take on water while living only on dry, rationed rice.


Bao, Binh and the others hope a refugee camp in Indonesia accepts them, but there’s no guarantee. Word has it they may be turned away and even towed back out to sea to starve. Eventually finding a safe haven, Bao harnesses the power of music to heal and help endure months of harsh and dangerous living while he and Binh await word from relatives in the United States, hoping they’ll obtain the ultimate gift: freedom.


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Mary & Bright Book Tour & Giveaway

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Mary & Bright
by Katharine E. Hamilton
Genre: Sweet and Clean Holiday Romance
 
 
Mary Rutherford dreads Christmas time. Having grown up in one of the most influential families in town, her Christmas holidays are spent attending her father’s company Christmas party and silently blending into the background. This year, however, her parents insist she plan the party, and with little help from her mother, Mary reaches out to an old friend for help: Brighten Smith.
 
Brighten Smith recently moved back to his hometown to escape California and the disappointment of a failed relationship. Helping his grandmother at her local bakery provides him the opportunity to catch up with old acquaintances and friends. When he finds Mary Rutherford needs a caterer for her family’s grand Christmas party, he volunteers for the job, though he has zero experience. As he learns more about Mary, he finds he wants to do more than cater her party; he wants to give her the best Christmas ever.
 
Can he and Mary pull off a successful Christmas partnership?
 
And can Brighten give Mary an unforgettable Christmas?
 
 
**Only 99 cents!**
 
 
Katharine E. Hamilton graduated from Texas A&M University with a Bachelor of Arts in History and uses her knack for research in all her stories. She is a Southern Belle with a pinch of sass, and when she is not writing she can be found chasing around her toddler son, driving around the ranch, or baking delicacies for local parties and events. Katharine currently resides on a ranch in South Texas where the skies and rivers, in all their beauty, rejuvenate the soul.
 
 
 
 
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Healthy Habits for a Healthier You Book Tour & Giveaway

Healthy Habits

Health, nutrition, holistic health, smoothies, research, gut health, Flavonoid Superfood, and more…

Date Published: Sept 1st 2020

Publisher: Master Kuthumi Consulting (Imprint Serapis Bey Publishing)


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This book is a detailed account of the research on gut health and the benefits of healthy eating. The book describes 21 smoothies along with a new superfood Flavonoid additive that will help people with health benefits. Holistic living in total.

About the Author

At 14 years old, to be a health advocate, researcher, entrepreneur, innovator and a publicist is a huge feat and Diya encompasses all of these with flair. She is not just a born natural but also very thoughtful, inquisitive and enterprising. Diya’s mission is to change this world from inside out and motivate self help and self healing using unique healthy recipes, introducing her own brand of super food of flavonoids (Oxi-Blast) and also by introducing meditation and breathing techniques to live a better life.

Her discord server SPEAK (Support, Positivity, Equality, Acceptance/Assistance and Kindness) that she started with only 2 people a few weeks back now has over 30+ subscribers who wants to talk to her about their problems and frustrations, and Diya being a good listener, listens to their problems and asks them to practice breathing and meditation with her or provide some encouraging words that the friend was desperate to hear.

She is also the youngest proponent of smoothies and has developed 64 unique combinations of fresh fruits and vegetables, Oxi-Blast, superfoods, condiments and a liquid base. She shares 21 of those in this book and she also provides a grocery list of ingredients in her website to make efficient shopping possible. Her book is also full of treasured facts for each of the ingredients with their nutritional values to you to make a conscious decision about the food that you are eating.

Her passion to learn from her life lessons and motivate the youth to be a better version of themselves, take care of their stress, depression and anxiety by simply learning to express their feelings and also eat healthy to keep chronic illness away. She comes from a family history of diabetes, blood pressure, chronic allergies and heart problems, so she is trying her best to stay healthy and also reach the younger generation to maintain a balance in their lives from very early in life to ward of predisposed conditions.

Her research on microbiome (E.coli) and how it is affected by different chronic medications that we take on a daily basis like metformin, losartan, ibuprofen , tylenol and even vape , shows the deleterious side effects it can have on gut bacteria. Hence, with the help of her research, while working at an ASU lab, she is trying to quantify the amount of flavonoids in Oxi-Blast to give a healthier option to oneself and start on a journey of self healing.

 

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Montana Match Book Blitz & Giveaway

Montana Match

Welcome to the Montana Match Book Blitz! This Prism Book Tour is featuring an exciting new romance by Carol Ross. Check out the great giveaway, too!

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Montana Match (The Blackwell Sisters #4) By Carol Ross Contemporary Romance Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages November 1, 2020 by Harlequin Heartwarming

Thanksgiving in Montana

Is about family—and love!

Thanksgiving is the perfect time for Fiona Harrison to turn her life around. And she is sure finding a suitable husband will please her newfound family in Montana. When a dating app sends her every dud in town, handsome bartender Simon Clarke offers to be her matchmaker. If only Simon fit her criteria… Learning the truth about the twinkle-eyed charmer could change everything—but for better or worse?

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The Blackwell Sisters Book 1: Montana Welcome by Melinda Curtis Book 2: Montana Wishes by Amy Vastine Book 3: Montana Dreams by Anna J. Stewart Book 4: Montana Match by Carol Ross Book 5: Montana Wedding by Cari Lynn Webb

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Fiona groaned. “Now I have to go back to dating.”

That moment, Simon recognized later, was his undoing. Specifically, that sound, the heart-wrenching sound of Fiona’s sadness, weariness and despair. It dug right into him and precipitated his final descent into foolishness. That, and the idea of watching her continue to waste time on these mismatched “matches” via her bogus family-influenced profile. What if she grew so tired of the process that she gave up and settled on someone? He couldn’t handle it if she ended up with some guy even weirder than Drew or as domineering as Gary. If she was going to go through with this husband search, she deserved one worthy of her. He needed to make sure of that.

“No, Fiona, you don’t.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” she countered.

“You don’t even like this internet dating stuff.”

Fiona gazed quickly and impatiently skyward before focusing back on him. “That’s not exactly news, Simon. I’ve already told you I don’t. On paper, however, it should work.” She executed a theatrical air punch and forced a smile, and added, “It will work. Trying to stay optimistic here, but it’s getting difficult. I’m beginning to think I’m the problem.”

“You are most definitely not the problem.”

“Yeah? Well, so far… Never mind, I hate being negative. Ugh. Did you hear that? I just did it again. I’m usually not a negative person, but since I’ve moved to Montana things have not worked out like I thought they would and…” Her eyes widened as if surprised by her comment. “You know what? You don’t need to hear this. I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

“Maybe I can help.”

“That is highly unlikely.”

“Neg-a-tive,” he crooned in a singsong voice. “We’re not doing negative anymore, remember?”

“Right.” Twitching and extra cute, her mouth barely resisted a smile.

“I have a dating proposition for you.”

“Very funny,” she returned drily.

“I’m not talking about me,” he said. Just gathering the words felt painful, but he forged on, “Shut down your dating profile, and I’ll find you a guy.”

Her eyebrows darted up as her mouth opened and then snapped shut, leaving an expression that reflected the pure bizarreness of the suggestion. “You are going to find me a guy?”

“I know a lot of people around here.” Ned and Val knew even more. He would enlist their advice, he decided, growing more encouraged by his suggestion. “Let me be your matchmaker.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I care about you. I can’t stand to see you on these dates, disappointed over and over again.” If that gave away more of his feelings than was wise, he didn’t care.

When she didn’t answer, he posed it another way. “How is my setting you up with a guy I think you’ll like, and who I think is worthy of you, any different than your family helping you fill out your profile to attract a certain type of guy?”

“Are you saying that you think you can do a better job of finding me a potential husband than my own family?”

“Well, I know you and I know the guys. So…” He shrugged one shoulder dramatically. “What do you have to lose? I’ll be leaving in a few weeks anyway. If it doesn’t work, you reactivate your profile and go back to doing it your way.”

About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Carol Ross grew up in small town America right between the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains, in a place where you can go deep sea fishing in the morning and then hit the ski slopes the same afternoon. The daughter of what is now known as free range parents, she developed a love of the outdoors at a very early age. As a writer, Carol loves to breathe the life she has lived into the characters she creates, grateful for the “research material” that every questionable decision, adrenaline-charged misstep, and near-death experience has provided.

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