Thursday, March 8, 2012

Gail Sattler's Seattle Cinderella

Gail Sattler lives in Vancouver, BC, where you don’t have to shovel rain, with her husband, three sons, two dogs, and a lizard who is quite cuddly for a reptile. When she’s not writing or reading a book written by someone else, she plays piano for the worship team at her Mennonite Brethren church, upright electric bass in a modern jazz band, and acoustic double bass in a community string orchestra. When she is writing, Gail writes light hearted romance that will touch your heart and tickle your funny bone.

You can find her online at her website and

Back Cover Blurb
Cinderella livesexcept her name is Cindy and she resides in Seattle! Cindy is forced to run her late fathers muffler shop. Will her step-sisters shenanigans and Luke Princetons charms only make her life even more unbearable? Cindys step-sister Annie has reformed her ways. But how will she prove it to the man she loves? Step-sister Zella is writing her own love story. But is she using a poison pen? Cindys godmother, Farrah, has caught the attentions of a younger man. Does she have the courage to love again? How far will God go to give these women a happy-ever-after?

Book Excerpt  
Chapter 1

   Luke Princeton pushed open the door to the muffler shop and walked inside.
   Ignoring the sign above the door to the shop saying customers weren’t allowed in the work area, he forced a smile at the young woman seated at the desk in the corner of the small service office. “Mind if I go in? I need to talk to the boss.”
   She jerked her head toward the shop window, where three people, all wearing their standard blue coveralls, stood together under a car raised on a hydraulic hoist. One of them pointed upward, the others nodded. “You know the drill,” she mumbled, not missing a keystroke.
   Indeed he did. He also knew which one of the three he wanted—the one who was six inches shorter than the other two.
   He stepped into the shop, stopping with his toes on the yellow line. “Hey! Cindy!” he called out quickly, before they fired up the welding torches and no one could hear him.
   All three of them raised their welding masks and turned toward him.
   Cindy laid her torch down, pulled off her safety gloves, stuffed them in her pockets, and walked toward him. “What can I do for you, Luke?”
   “You can join me for lunch.” He gave her his best and, he hoped, most charming smile.
   She didn’t smile back. Instead she lowered her head and wiped her hands down the legs of her coveralls. “No, seriously.”
   He was completely serious—as serious as he’d been the last dozen times he’d asked.
   Luke rammed his hands into his pockets. “I have a reservation on the blue van this afternoon, but   when it came back this morning it sounded a little noisy. I think the last people who rented it did something to the muffler. Can you fit it in before four thirty?”
   She nodded. “We certainly can. All you had to do was make an appointment with Annie.”    
   “Right. Annie.” One of Cindy’s two sisters, who worked at the muffler shop part-time. He could never remember their names. “What’s the other one’s name again?”
   “Zella. Annie comes in on Mondays, Zella comes in on Fridays, and they alternate Saturdays.”
   A and Z, first and last. He’d remember that. “Annie seemed too busy, that’s why I asked you myself.”
   For a second, Cindy smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. “I’ll just make that appointment for you.”
   Her lack of an answer about lunch didn’t go unnoticed.
  While Cindy penciled him in to the appointment book, giving him the last empty time slot of the day, he fished the key for the van out of his pocket.
   “Since you’re busy, I could run and get a couple of coffees, and we can sit and have a little break without going out.”
   She pulled a white tag to attach to the car’s keys, and wrote Prince Rentals on it. “Sorry, I really don’t have time to stop today. Maybe another time, though.” She tied the string to the key ring and hung it on the wall with the rest of the keys. “See you at four thirty.”
   Luke smiled in acknowledgment, then turned around, and his smile dropped. He tried not to let yet another rejection get him down as he returned to his building across the shared parking lot.
   “Struck out again, huh?”
   He glared at his partner, and soon to be ex–best friend. “Don’t you have some work to do?”
   Brent raised a cup from the coffee shop a few doors down, then set it back down on the counter.   
“Nope. Break time.” However, Brent had the file open for a fleet quote they were going to make and was writing, despite his alleged coffee break. “I told you that you should have taken her a latté or something. Then she would have had to stop and talk to you, just to be polite.”
   “You’re probably right, but it would have been rude not to bring one for her sister.”
   “Try when she’s over there alone, then.”
   “But I can’t ask her when she doesn’t have one of her sisters there to answer phones or deal with customers. She can’t take the time.”
   “Did you ask her out for lunch again?”
   “Yes, and she turned me down again. Too busy.”
   “Or you can’t take a hint.” Brent sipped his coffee. “She’s obviously not interested.”
   Luke rammed his hands into his pockets. “She doesn’t say she’s seeing someone. I’d respect that. She always says ‘another time,’ so that makes me think one day she’s going to say yes.”
   “She’s just being nice because you’re a good customer. You’ve been trying to get her to go out with you for at least six months. I think it’s time to move on.”
   Hoping to catch a glimpse of Cindy through the window of the muffler shop, Luke turned to look outside. “I can’t. There’s just something about her that gets to me.”
   Brent snickered. “Right. You gotta love a woman who knows how to work a welding torch.”
   Luke turned to give Brent the evil eye. “I know it sounds strange, but that’s a part of it. After her dad died, she stepped right into his footsteps. She does the same work Dave did.”
“Even puts up with those lazy sisters like Dave did.” Brent didn’t look up from his quote. “Yeah, she’s good, all right.”
“You’ve got to admit that running a brake and muffler shop isn’t a typical job for a woman. She’s got guts.”
   Brent’s snicker turned into a belly laugh. “There’s a line you can use to impress a lady. I like you because you’ve got guts. Now I know why she won’t go out with you.”
   Luke picked up a clipboard with an inspection form on it. “You’re not helping. If you were in my place, what would you do?”
   “Ask her to go out to a movie or something.”
   “If she won’t go out with me for a short lunch, what makes you think she’ll go to a movie?”
   Brent shrugged his shoulders. “How about sending her flowers?”
   “I don’t think she’s the flowers type.”
   “All chicks like jewelry. Give her a necklace with your initials on it.”
   “You’re so funny.” Luke made no attempt to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He sighed and turned back to the window. “I never seen Cindy wear jewelry. Not even earrings. Besides, isn’t there a workers’ comp regulation about jewelry and power tools?”
   “Point taken. How about church?”
   Luke shook his head. “She doesn’t go to mine. But I think I know where she goes. When I took Kat to her friend’s youth group a couple of weeks ago I saw Cindy’s pickup in the parking lot.”
   At the mention of Cindy’s truck, both men turned their heads to look out the window. There it was: a large black 4X4 with orange flames painted on the sides parked in the back corner of the Mufford Brake and Muffler’s area of the lot.
   “There can’t be too many of those around town,” Brent muttered.
   “Maybe that’s what I should do. Kat won’t go to church on Sunday morning, but that friend of hers has taken her to youth group a few times. Maybe I should check it out.”
   “Good idea.” Brent raised his empty cup and tilted it toward the garbage container. “Coffee break’s over. Back to work.”

Purchase the book at:                       
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Gail Slater is giving away a copy of Seattle Cinderella. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.
To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.

Untill next time. . . Sharon A Lavy


Linda Kish said...

I would love to read this book.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Bethany said...

I went to Seattle a few years ago and really enjoyed it. I'd love to read this book!

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eyeballlucy said...

Wow...'Seattle Cinderella' by Gail Slater....sounds like a real good book to get lost romance in the

Abbi Hart (gatorade635) said...

This book looks really good! Thanks for the giveaway!

apple blossom said...

thanks for the chance to win a copy of this book

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Jennifer said...

I love any story involving Cinderella and that has a happy ending! This story sounds great and was dissapointed when excerpt ended. I wanted to keep reading!

cjajsmommy said...

Ok, the proofreader inside me is screaming, "NOOOOO." Please, oh please, fix the sentence, "I never seen . . ." You can write "I have never seen" or "I've never seen" but what is written here is just a grammatical nightmare. Ok, Debbie, breathe deep, breathe deep. Whew, I feel a bit better now. While I'm here, how about entering my name for a copy of your book? Thanks!

Anne Payne said...

I love the sneak peek! can't wait to read this one :)


Laura J said...

Looks cute!

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karenk said...

thanks for the chance to read this fairy-tale story :)

kmkuka at yahoo dot com

Teela said...

I would LOVE to win a copy of Seattle Cinderella. Thanks for the giveaway. What little girl has Not imagined herself as Cinderella at one time or another...looks like a great story.

Amy said...

Please enter me thanks.
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