Fellow Astraea Press author, Samantha Combs, is sharing an excerpt of her newest book, Waterdancer.
As if high school isn’t hard enough, try being Bailey Wasserman. Try being the new girl in town, navigating a touchy relationship with your flighty mom’s rich new husband in a brand new town he’s just moved you to. Add to that finding out that your father, a semi-pro surfer who’s just mysteriously re-entered your life after nearly fifteen years of silence, is half sea-creature and you’re about to inherit that particular gene on your sixteenth birthday which is only a few days away, all after you just met the cutest surfer boy you’ve ever seen in your life.
Bailey feels she and her mom have always met life’s challenges as a team of two, more like best friends than mother and daughter. But her mom’s recent marriage has changed all that. Having her little brother Landry is all Bailey can find good about that union. The move to wealthy Del Mar from their humble beginnings has turned Bailey sour, until a chance meeting of surf hottie Jack West changes all that. Then, when her father reenters her life, with his annoying Zen-surfer lingo and a talking turtle he claims is her spirit guardian, no less, he threatens the only relationship Bailey thinks is working in her world. She soon finds out that’s not all his arrival will do. His presence and their shared family trait could ultimately force Bailey to make a decision that will alter the course of her own life and those she loves…..forever.
My mom dropped me at the edge of the high school driveway.
“Honey, are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” I glanced out the window of my mom’s car. Already we were attracting more attention than I wanted. Why did my mom have to park right in front of the school, not at the edge of the parking lot, like I’d begged her to? Wasn’t it bad enough that she had married Warren in the first place and plunked me down in the middle of this alien nation like Valentine Smith in Stranger In A Strange Land? It was true, my mom, the former Sharona Wasserman couldn’t wait to become Mrs. Warren Meyers. But I’d failed to consider the consequences of her marriage at the time. If I had, I would have realized at some point that a man that made as much money as Warren would never want to live in our simple three-bedroom house in Otay Mesa, three miles from the border and a hundred miles from the world he was used to living in. No, the first chance he got, he whisked us away to Del Mar, the most beautiful city I’d ever seen. I’d learned to love it. It was perfect all summer long and I went to the beach every day and sometimes didn’t come back to the gorgeous rented condo full of the brand new furniture till well past nightfall. Then, we all went to restaurants or had take out, ‘cuz Mom hardly cooked anymore, but I had never seen her so happy. I had to admit, my brother seemed pretty happy too. I could fake my own happiness where appropriate. It didn’t really matter that Warren didn’t seem to like me so much. He loved my mom and that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?
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