And in the center of the chaos, Oliver stands, flipping burgers, donned in his bright orange Tiger jersey and wool cap. Adding some sauteed peppers and onions to the burgers, he turns around to the hill where the Howard Rock is proudly displayed on a pedestal and pumps his biceps before breaking out in song. Then he puts the finishing touches on his baked beans, the ones he’s entered in the contest. He casts a wicked wink to Katie, blows her a kiss and thanks her for whispering the winning ingredient in his ear.
Unable to control himself, Cuddles charges up the hill to the legendary rock, rubs it with his horn and charges down the hill like one of the players. The fans roar with delight and scream with laughter! And amidst all the mayhem and mystique associated with the South Carolina tailgat party prior to the game, Katie tells us a bit about her upcoming release
Katie Hines has been writing snippets here and there as long as she can remember,
but became serious about writing while in her 40s. Since then, she has been a contributing feature writer and columnist for a local newspaper, has written several features
articles for another area newspaper, and wrote religious and humor articles for an online Catholic ezine. Her short story, “My Name is Bib,” was published by the Loch
Raven Review in October, 2008. Finished with her middle grade urban fantasy, “Guardian,”
Hines is currently working on another middle grade urban fantasy novel, as well as a couple of chapter books, and is extending “My Name is Bib” into a full young adult novel.
Imagine you have made a secret promise that can lead you to an incredible treasure and an ancient power. But in order to fulfill that promise, you must defeat an age-old sect determined to claim the treasure and power themselves. Coming soon in 2009 - "Guardian" a middle grade urban fantasy.
Guardian, Excerpt from Chapter 1:
“This is a secret meeting,” Drew Newman whispered as he pulled his letterman’s jacket close. He sat perched on a log beside the crackling fire at the edge of his backyard. His green eyes darted back and forth between his two friends. “You can’t tell anyone what we’re going to talk about.”
“Dude, I’m a real man. Of course I can keep a secret.” Javon Manson ground out an ember that popped from the fire and fiddled with his do-rag, shifting his muscular body as he tried to find a comfortable position on his log.
Mattie Royz shivered as a chill wind tossed her red hair into blue eyes. She pulled her windbreaker tight around her petite, slightly plump frame. “Oh my gosh, Javon, you are so lame. I’m not a ‘real man,’ but I can keep a secret, too.”
“All right.” Drew slid the marshmallow off his roasting stick and popped it in his mouth. Hearing a noise, he turned toward the trees that stood beyond the flickering light of the fire.
At that moment, a stranger carrying a sword stepped from the night’s shadows and approached the teens, a dark hood hiding the man’s face. A gust of wind brought the smell of rain and tossed his black cloak aside, revealing a pristine white tunic and a red sash belted his waist.
Drew sucked in his breath as the man walked up to him, sword held at his side.
“Stand up,” the man commanded, pointing his sword at Drew. Shaking, Drew gulped and stood, then tripped on a loose shoestring.
“Stand up,” the man said. When Drew stood, the man lifted the tip of his sword to Drew’s chin.
“Where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“Don’t trifle with me. Where is the book?”
Drew was so nervous he couldn’t think. “What book?”
“Yeah, what book,” Javon said, surprising Drew. Drew glanced at Javon and Mattie, who had come to stand beside him, nervously shifting from one foot to another.
“Shh,” Drew whispered.
“It’s a very special book,” the man prodded again. “You know which one.”
Drew wiped his sweaty hands on his Levi’s, inhaling the familiar, pungent odor of the campfire. Only one book was special. A journal. His mom’s journal. He’d touched it, and when he’d done so, it had left a peculiar scar on the back of his left hand. She’d cautioned him not to tell anyone about the book or how he’d gotten the scar. What did this man know of her book?
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And now let’s have some fun! Answer the following question and Katie will reward one lucky winner with a TBA prize! But in order to be entered in the contest, you must answer the following question. The cannon ball fired and a drum roll commences:
What is Katie’s secret ingredient she whispered in Oliver’s ear to ensure his baked beans would win the contest?