Kicking EternityBy: Ann Lee Miller
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Stuck in sleepy New Smyrna Beach one last summer, Raine socks away her camp pay checks, worries about her druggy brother, and ignores trouble: Cal Koomer. Sheâs a plane ticket away from teaching orphans in Africa, and not even Calâs surfer six-pack and the chinks she spies in his rebel armor will derail her. The artist in Cal begs to paint Raineâs ivory skin, high cheek bones, and internal sparklers behind her eyes, but falling for her would caterwaul him into his parentsâ life. No thanks. The girl was self-righteous waiting to happen. Mom served sanctimony like vegetables, three servings a day, and he had a gut full. Rec Director Drew taunts her with âRaineyâ and calls her an enabler. He is so infernally there like a horseflyâtill he buzzes back to his ex. Raineâs brother tweaks. Her dream of Africa dies small deaths. Will she figure out what to fight for and what to free before itâs too late? For anyone whoâs ever wrestled with her dreams.
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|Title of eBook: Kicking Eternity|
|Release Date: 05-11-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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Raine pushed the beads on her African bracelet back and forth like the balls on an abacus. Her stomach kneaded, gurgled. She could almost feel sweat dampen her upper lip.
Drew’s forehead creased as he stared at her. Fluorescent tubes hummed overhead in the night air. Shouts and back-slapping ricocheted around the Canteen porch in the sticky-sweet scent of orange blossoms. If she wasn’t fighting to keep her dinner down, she’d tell him where they’d met.
His frown melted into a smile of recognition. “Rainey. Hey. Welcome to Triple S Camp.”
She bristled at the nickname her brothers used to irritate her. “It’s Raine.”
“I remember you as Rainey from the skit you did in junior high youth group. You cried all over the place—a pun on your name.”
“That was my total acting career… and ancient history. Better off forgotten. Please.”
“Sure, Rainey, whatever you say.”
“You remember my name.”
“You weren’t exactly low profile either.” She, like every girl in the youth group, had spent way too much time mooning at the high-school-Drew hunched over his guitar.
Jesse, the camp director, gave a shrill blast on his whistle. “Welcome to New Smyrna Beach Surf and Sailing Camp orientation.”
The noise ratcheted down. Thirty staffers in aquamarine shirts settled onto the benches lining the porch....