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Friday, April 9, 2010


Haven’t decided yet if you want to read Ransome’s Crossing? Not sure you want to commit yourself to being an influencer without having read any of the book to know if you’re going to like it or not?

With an exclusive debut to you, my blog readers, here is the prologue of Ransome’s Crossing:

Ransome’s Crossing
Book Two of the Ransome Trilogy
ISBN-13: 978-0-7369-2754-3
Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
© 2010 by Kaye Dacus


Gateacre, England
April 1803

A scream of agony bubbled up in Charlotte’s chest, but she stopped it before it could escape.
. . . . . “The shoulder is reset.” The physician poked and prodded more, sending bolts of pain and waves of nausea through her body. But she managed to hold all at bay—except the two tears that escaped the corners of her eyes and ran down into her hair.
. . . . . “So long as there is no injury to the spine, the child should recover full use of the arm. But it should be bound for two weeks, and she should be made to rest as much as possible.”
. . . . . “Thank you.” Her brother William’s voice sounded harsh and gruff. But he’d been different since returning from Portsmouth six months ago—he no longer laughed, told stories, or drew pictures of fascinating sea-creatures for her.
. . . . . She kept her undamaged arm over her eyes as the doctor bound her left arm in a sling. Some of the pain was gone. But she couldn’t bring herself to look at her oldest brother.
. . . . . William thanked the doctor again. “That will be all.”
. . . . . She heard the clink of coins then retreating footsteps. She risked a peek under her arm. William stood beside her bed, arms crossed.
. . . . . “Tell me exactly how you came to fall off a rotted rope ladder ten feet from the ground.” Though soft, his voice carried such a tone of command that Charlotte cringed.
. . . . . “Philip told me he did not think I could climb it. I told him I could—that I’ve been climbing it every day to practice for when I join the navy.”
. . . . . William turned his back on her and stalked to the window. After a long pause, he returned to tower over her bedside. “I shall speak with Philip later. But I cannot believe the unladylike manner in which you have behaved. You know better than anyone that girls cannot join the Royal Navy.”
. . . . . She struggled to sit up. “But, William, I know everything—the flags, the ropes, the bells, the ships’ ratings. I’ve been practicing climbing the rope ladder to Philip and James’s old tree fort so I can be ready to climb the shrouds to the mast tops.”
. . . . . An odd expression flickered across her brother’s countenance, and for a moment she hoped he might relent.
. . . . . “It matters not what you know or what you can do. Females are not allowed to join the navy.” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes. “Charlotte, you are almost seven years old. It is past time for you to stop pretending you are a boy and start acting like a young lady. You will not be climbing shrouds to the top of any mast on any ship. You will stay here in Gateacre, attend to your schooling, and grow up to be a proper lady. Do you understand me?”
. . . . . He never raised his voice, but her ears pounded as if he’d yelled the words at her. She clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. How could he be such a mean . . . ogre? She wanted nothing more than to follow in her father’s and brothers’ footsteps.
. . . . . “I’m waiting for an answer, Charlotte.”
. . . . . “Yes. I understand.”
. . . . . “Good.” He nodded curtly. “Now, you are to rest until dinner.” He left her room, shutting the door behind him.
. . . . . Charlotte stuck her tongue out at the closed door and lay back down. She’d show them—all of them—that if she wanted to join the navy, no one would stop her.


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  1. Sylvia M. permalink
    Friday, April 9, 2010 10:10 am

    I would consider promoting the book, but don’t have a blog, website, Twitter, or Facebook pages. E-mail and hand-written letters are more down my line. I do use my sister’s Facebook page sometimes.


    • Friday, April 9, 2010 1:39 pm

      Be sure to read through yesterday’s post for other ways of promoting a book as an influencer!


  2. Friday, April 9, 2010 11:14 am

    Fantastic! I love the set up for Charlotte. Thanks for the sneak peak!


    • Sunday, April 11, 2010 6:25 pm

      I had SO MUCH fun with Charlotte’s character in this book, which made writing it so much easier than her scenes in the first book when I wasn’t really sure who she was.


  3. Friday, April 9, 2010 11:58 am

    Seven-year-old Charlotte is ALREADY tough as nails, isn’t she? GREAT prologue! Haven’t decided whether or not to read? ME? Yeah, right. You know I’m waiting with bated breath to grab a copy!!


    • Sunday, April 11, 2010 6:25 pm

      With three older brothers—all officers in the Navy, how could she be anything but?


  4. Friday, April 9, 2010 2:12 pm

    Man…you are so good at this.


  5. Michelle permalink
    Friday, April 9, 2010 3:35 pm

    Oh, that is such a wonderful beginning. It truly gives the reader insights into Charlotte’s character. Loved her sticking her tongue out at the end. I cannot wait to read this.


    • Sunday, April 11, 2010 6:26 pm

      Thanks, Michelle. Rereading this prologue and remembering everything I put Charlotte through in Ransome’s Crossing is really helping me come up with some great ideas for Ransome’s Quest!


  6. Sunday, April 11, 2010 5:04 pm

    Can’t wait!!!!!


  7. Adrienne permalink
    Sunday, April 11, 2010 7:31 pm

    This was such a great preview!



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