Release Day: Geller's Find

 

Tagline:

It’s summer break and Dr. Luke Geller, history prof and part-time archeologist, is in Nevada looking for potsherds. What he discovers is an antique rifle and a portal in time.

 

Excerpt:

 

“Yes, Mom, I’m going digging.”

Dr. Luke Geller’s eyebrows shot up at the agitated squawking on the other end of the phone. “I wouldn’t call looking for potsherds from the Freemont Indians playing in the dirt. And yes, ma’am. I’m going to be gone for the summer.” Wincing at the shrill tones coming through loud and clear, he took it off speaker.

Cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, Luke tossed a dingy walking sock into a worn, oversized duffle. He grabbed a leather medicine bag, a gift from a grateful shaman upon the return of tribal artifacts he’d discovered in central Texas, pulled the phone away from his ear and lifted the small pouch over his head, yanking out a couple of hairs that got tangled in the rawhide drawstring in the process.

Then he pushed a twelve-inch curved throwing stick into a belt loop. The stick would have to go into the duffle and the duffle checked in when he got to the airport. The throwing stick wasn’t as lethal as a gun, but it could certainly disarm an assailant.

Still missing a sock, he stuck his head under the bed. The culprit lay just out of reach, next to a dust bunny. He flopped on his belly then stretched out fingers till he grasped it.

He bit back a curse as he hit his head on the edge of the bed, crawling back out.

“How will I get hold of you?” his mother all but wailed. “Half the time you don’t have any bars when you are out in the middle of nowhere.”

“If you need anything, and can’t reach me, call Dickie.” Rubbing his head at the spot that had made contact with the edge of the bed. He loved his ditzy mother. His pompous, banker brother, not so much.

“But I’ll never see you,” she wailed again.

“Mom. I’m in Philly. You’re in Miami. We don’t see each other very much now.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Here we go. “Mine. All mine.”

“Dickie—”

“Don’t say it, Mom.”

“Would be more than happy to give you a nice job at the bank here in Florida.”

She said it.

“Where are you going again?”

“West.”

“That’s rather vague.”

“Nevada. Maybe Utah and Wyoming.”

“For three months?”

“Just under. I’ll need to be back August 1 to prep for classes.”

“Well, I hope you find some nice rocks for your little artifacts room.”

The tenured history professor, and sometimes archeologist, of the small prestigious Fenning College blinked to hear one of the finest Native-American artifacts collection in the country referred to as little rocks.

“Uh. Yeah, Mom.”

A horn blared.

“Got to go. My ride’s here. If you need anything call Darling Dickie.”

“Luke, that’s no way to refer to your brother.”

“Love ya, Mom. Bye.” He disconnected, tossed on a backpack, threw his well-worn duffle over his shoulder and galloped down the narrow stairs to the first floor of the brownstone he lived in. He took one look around a living room crammed with artifacts and books, shut the door behind him and loped to his ride.

 

Buy Link: http://a-fwd.com/asin=B0B89FY76K

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Bio:

Sandra, who also writes as S. Cox, is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener. She lives with her husband, their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.

An award-winning author, her stories consist of all things Western and more.

 

She spent a number of years in the Midwest chasing down good Southern BBQ. By the time she moved to North Carolina where Southern BBQ is practically a staple, she’d become a vegetarian.

Pineapple is a must-have on pizza, along with black olives and onions.

She loves pumpkin waffles. Pumpkin cream cheese, not so much.

Links:

https://sandracoxwriter.com

https://cowboytrivia.blogspot.com

https://www.amazon.com/Sandra-Cox/e/B002BM3AKC

 

 

Doctor Luke Geller is a full-time history professor and part-time archeologist.

His specialty is Native American artifacts.

Instead of a gun, he carries a Hopi throwing stick.

He likes cats, horses with a sense of humor and women who aren’t looking for a commitment.

 

Helping me get the word out this week

 

Today-Monday the 12th

The Prehistoric Queen, Jacqui Murray, author of Natural Selection, a must read for prehistory buffs, has posted a review of Geller's Find at her blog https://worddreams.wordpress.com that I haven't yet seen so I'll be hustling over there to read it myself.

 

AND

I'm posting Wish I Knew Now, What I Knew Then (formerly published at Smorgasbord Blog Magazine) at the lovely and talented Diane Wolfe's blog, author and publisher of Dancing Lemur Press.  

https://circleoffriendsbooks.blogspot.com/2022/09/i-wish-i-knew-then-what-i-know-now.html

 

Tuesday the 13th

Good bud and author extraordinaire, D. L. Finn, author of A Voice In the Silence, is posting release information at BLOG – Author D.L. Finn (dlfinnauthor.com) .

 

Wednesday the 14th

I'll be at USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar's, author of Letting Go/The Defiant Sisters Book 1.

 https://jacqbiggar.com/2022/09/14/newrelease-gellers-find-by-sandra_cox-western-romance/ 

 

Friday the 16th

Last but not least this week I'm at Cowboy Kisses.

 

Whew. 

AND last but not least:

 

 

 

 

Your Weekend Read: GELLER'S FIND Cover and Dediction Reveal

 

It's cover and dedication reveal day for GELLER'S FIND. Every heard of a dedication reveal?

Me neither. But since not all of you read the genre I write in, I wanted you to know this dedication is for you.

Dedicated to

The Blogger Buds

 

One of the hardest questions to answer--for me--is where did the idea for this book come from. It just doesn't sound professional to say I plucked it out of the air:) But this book has an easy answer. 

In 2014 an 1873 Model Winchester was found leaning against a juniper in the Great Basin National Park in Nevada. Its story and how it got there a mystery. My brother was fascinated by the narrative and wanted me to write a story about it.  

What? Where would I even begin? But since I love my brother and he wanted the story I wrote it. Thank goodness once I got started, like other stories that I can lose myself in, it pretty much wrote itself.

 

It’s summer break and Dr. Luke Geller, history prof and part-time archeologist is in Nevada looking for potsherds. What he discovers is an antique rifle and a portal in time.

When Geller touches an ancient piece of chiastolite crystal, the earth rumbles, the skies darken and the ground opens. He’s hurled straight to the core of the earth then shot back up and spewed out.

When he stumbles to his feet, he finds himself where he began. Same yet different. There are no winding roads. No parking lots. No cars. No town with bright lights in the distance. Only Lily Winter Tremaine, an angry young woman pointing a gun at him, demanding he hand over her rifle.

All thoughts of primitive pottery disappear as Luke finds himself fighting alongside three young women trying to hold onto their ranch against a dangerous scoundrel who intends to have their property by whatever means possible. Then there’s the little matter of Luke being mightily attracted to the young woman he’s working for. A woman old enough to be his great-great granny. And Miss Lily Winter Tremaine does not figure into any of tenured professor Luke Geller’s lesson plans. 

 

Character Facts of Lily Winter Tremaine:

It’s 1882 and Lily Winter Tremaine runs the No Gold ranch, so named because her daddy had no luck prospecting.

She’s handy with a six-gun or a rifle.

She’s tough and can hold her own in a man’s world, but when it comes to anything or anyone in need, she’s a marshmallow.

She has a suitor that she can’t work up much interest in.

And

The stranger that she just brought home took one look at the date on her calendar and turned pasty. If he'd been wearing dentures, they would have dropped right out of his mouth.

 

Buy link: https://tinyurl.com/GellersFind