Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Trapped by Carol Ann Erhardt


Carol Ann Erhardt shared her early writing years with a full-time corporate job. Her first novels were contemporary romantic suspense and written for the secular market, and though the sales were good, she didn’t feel fulfilled. After retiring, she answered God’s call and turned her talent to writing inspirational novels. Now she writes with a passion to bring messages of hope, happiness, and inspiration. She gives the glory to God for blessing her with the love and talent to write.
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Back Cover Blurb:
 Low on faith and high on fear, Summer Grant flees from death threats and is involved in an accident which leaves her trapped in Havens Creek, a small town not far enough away from danger. Though she doesn’t trust cops, she has no choice but to accept the hospitality offered by Police Chief Jake Taylor. Staying with his sister and her five-year old daughter in an isolated mountain home might be the ideal place to recuperate, but if the man Summer’s running from finds her, no one will be safe.

Excerpt:

   Football players and pom-pom waving cheerleaders converged on the bus like a swarm of honey bees. Welcoming the enthusiasm to break her troubled thoughts, Pine Cove High School bus driver Summer Grant stepped aside for safety’s sake while they roared on board.
   Wide receiver, Jim Lassiter gave her a high five. “We clobbered ‘em big time,” he yelled. “And here’s the guy who done it!”
   He stepped aside and gave quarterback Dylan Pittman a shove. Dylan muttered, “Ahhh,” and looked embarrassed.
   Summer and Dylan had become really good friends over the past year and she knew he deserved to be recognized for his achievements. “You both played great games,” Summer said.
   The boys laughed, looked a little self conscious and a lot proud. The Pine Cove Lions had another winning season to boast about and they’d earned it the hard way. They deserved to celebrate.
   Summer cast a glance toward the parking lot, watching parents pile into vehicles and join the ant-trail of cars and trucks streaming onto the road heading for home. She supposed Dylan’s dad was among them. At least she hoped he’d come to watch his son play.
   Dylan tossed his helmet. Jim caught it and ran toward the front of the bus. He raised his arms in victory. “Touchdown!”
   The coach arrived on the scene and tried to look annoyed with little success. “Okay, guys, enough. Time to find a seat so we can get back home and go for that pizza celebration.”
   The magic word, pizza, tempered down the noise and minutes later they were on the highway headed back to Pine Cove.
   Summer settled into driving mode. She enjoyed her job, even when it meant dealing with chaos. Sure beat the quiet loneliness of sitting in her little rented house with nothing to keep her company except chatter from the television. Some nights the bitterness crept in, though she did her best to look forward instead of backward. A burst of laughter stopped her from letting the melancholy take control.
   Tonight the noise level amped even higher than usual. The coaches did their best but the celebration continued. The kids deserved to be happy, especially Dylan. Over the two years she’d been living in Pine Cove, she felt closer to him than anyone. A bright kid, quick with one-liners to make people laugh, he spent many evenings sitting on her front steps discussing his plans for college and beyond. His dad worked long hours in his body shop and Summer figured the father and son spent little quality time together, though Dylan never complained.
   From the rear of the bus came a loud burst of laughter followed by the coach’s voice yelling, “Dylan, sit down. Now!”
   Summer looked in the rear view mirror to see what caused the ruckus. Dylan stood in the aisle waving two pom-poms and doing not-so-high kicks. She chuckled.
   A loud, long horn jerked her attention back to the road. Next to her a car headed directly into the path of an approaching semi. Her arms tense on the wheel, she pressed her foot hard on the brake and jerked the steering wheel to the right. Lord, help me keep the bus under control.
   The semi’s brakes screamed and smoke rose from the road.
   The bus slammed into the guard rail. The kids screamed. Summer bounced in the seat, her shoulders protesting the strain.
   The car spun in ever-widening circles, but missed hitting the semi.
   Tires screeched, followed by a horrific rending as if a mammoth can opener tore into the bus’s exterior.
   Then the world turned upside down. Sounds far worse than the happiness of kids deafened her, followed by pain. Bones smashed against resistant metal, screaming…glass fragments sliced skin and a deathly silence engulfed her.
   Darkness.

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Carol Ann Earhardt is giving away a copy of Trapped. 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.

6 comments:

Linda Kish said...

I would love to win a copy of this book.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

cjajsmommy said...

Nothing like start out on the edge of your seat! Please enter my name to win a copy of this book. djragno (at) hotmail (dot) com

Carol Ann said...

So good to know you're "hanging on to the edge of your seat!" Thanks so much for commenting. Your name has been entered as requested for both comments. Wishing you a day filled with love and laughter.

Anonymous said...


I would love to win Carol's book. Maxie
( mac262@me.com )

Teela said...

My husband is a bi-vocational pastor who also coaches football, so of course this book piqued my interest and I HOPE TO WIN! Thanks for the giveaway!

Carol Ann said...

Thanks Linda, Teela, and Maxie for stopping by! I love meeting new readers.

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