Wild Montana Skies…the adventure begins!

Susan Book Excerpts, Books

The last thing Search and Rescue helicopter pilot Kacey Fairing needs upon returning home to Mercy Falls, Montana is to run into her mistakes.  After a devastating crash during her recent military tour in Afghanistan she’s emotionally broken but ready to start putting her life back together.  She just wants to reconnect with her teenage daughter and spend the summer working as the new lead pilot of PEAK Rescue in Glacier National Park.

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Just in time for cozy fall reading! Pre-order now–Wild Montana Skies!

Susan Book Excerpts, Books

The last thing Search and Rescue helicopter pilot Kacey Fairing needs upon returning home to Mercy Falls, Montana is to run into her mistakes.  After a devastating crash during her recent military tour in Afghanistan she emotionally broken but ready to start putting her life back together.  She just wants to reconnect with her teenage daughter and spend the summer working as the new lead pilot of PEAK Rescue in Glacier National Park.

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Why It had to Be Jace

Susan Book Excerpts, Books, On Writing, Scribbles

We were sitting in the cold grass on a hill above the field, the temperature hovering near forty degrees, the air brisk and still enough to hear the screams as they lifted from the pile of high school football players.

Horrible, gut-wrenching screams, and the crowd went silent, our hearts in our throats as the coaches ran out from the sidelines.

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Why It Had to be Eden

Susan Book Excerpts, Books, On Writing, Scribbles

I’ve spent years standing on the sidelines, in bitter cold, rain, sleet, gloom of night . . . and that’s just football. Add in hours in the gym bleachers, and then miles and miles in the car driving to track meets. More hours in the rain and cold, then hot sun . . . cheering. 

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How to Be Happy

Susan Book Excerpts, Books, Just for Fun, Scribbles, Thoughts on God

How to be happy, a little more, every day.

Being a mother of grown children took me by surprise. One minute, they were on my lap, giving me gooey kisses. The next, driving away, waving, smart, beautiful, capable adults.

I’ve already mentioned how I felt a little duped by the fact that if I grew them up to be responsible children .

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