“Shoal Waters” by Normandie Fischer GIVEAWAY

Shoal Waters JustRead Blog + Review Blitz

Welcome to the Blog + Review Blitz for Shoal Waters by Normandie Fischer, hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!

ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: Shoal Waters

Series: Carolina Coast Stories #6

Author: Normandie Fischer

Publisher: Sleepy Creek Press

Release Date: June 14, 2022

Genre: Inspirational/Clean Women’s Fiction

Dementia, mad gunmen, and a yearning for something more make life difficult for the Beaufort folk in this series finale.

Georgie’s mind threatens to go walkabout, and she’d better get help soon if she’s to stop her daughter from taking over. Enter granddaughter, Jeminy, a songwriter from L.A., and Eric, her lawyer.

Jeminy hates herself and is pretty sure God does, too. There’s that huge unforgiveable sin, plus the boyfriend/manager who dumped her and lost her a music deal. Her mistakes. Her fault.

When Mother plots to tuck Nana Georgie neatly into a nursing home to gain access to Nana’s money, Jeminy hightails it out of L.A. and back to Beaufort. God may still hate her in North Carolina, but at least she’ll be on hand to protect her beloved grandmother.

Enter Eric, the lawyer hired to help Georgie protect herself–and possibly Jeminy, too. But Eric just rescued his orphaned stepson from Social Services, and while he’s adept at legal briefs and courtroom dramas, classrooms and angry second graders are brand new territory.

Guitar in hand, Jeminy tries to write songs to jumpstart her flagging career, but when someone threatens her life, she has to ask why. Could it have to do with the money missing from her bank accounts (and maybe her unstable ex)? If she prays for help, will God even listen to someone with her baggage?

With the help of the Beaufort crew, a new father and a terrified musician struggle to safeguard everyone they love, but it’s going to take more than good neighbors to show each of them the true meaning of grace.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Normandie Fischer had the best of several worlds: a Southern heritage, access to schooling in the DC area (which meant lots of cultural adventures), and several years of sculpture studies in Italy. It might have been better for her if she’d used all these opportunities more wisely, but it’s possible that the imperfect and the unwise also add fodder for the artist and the writer.

Her life changed radically when she married the love of her life at an age when some would have said she was over the hill and way past her prime. (Clichés often speak the truth, don’t they?) A lifelong sailor, she was delighted to find that Michael also longed to cruise lovely waters, which is what they did from Northern CA to Mexico, spending too-few years in the incomparable Sea of Cortez. Sea Venture, their 50′ ketch, is back home in North Carolina now because Normandie’s mama needed care. Still, it’s gorgeous there, too, and she can write from home as easily as she could on the boat.

Her two grown children and two step-sons are handsome (or gorgeous, as the case may be), talented, and a delight. And now there’s a granddaughter and grandson in the mix–woohoo! She just wishes they lived a lot closer to home.

Connect with Normandie by visiting normandiefischer.com to follow her on social media or subscribe to email newsletter updates.

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(1) winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card and one signed book written by Normandie Fischer (winner’s choice)!

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Excerpts Shoal Waters:

Georgina, Chapter 2

Quiet pervaded the Beaufort waterfront, except for the occasional squawk of a
gull or the plop of a fish. Sunshine doused Georgie’s bones in a warmth that fought
off all her old-person aches. Fighting off was good because, honey, those aches
were just part of what had worry settling in.
Sometimes it was there, swooping like a buzzard after kill, and sometimes she
was herself, Georgina Warren, her thinking clear as the drips from the hose snaking
through her flowers.
The horrible thing that would steal her self from her and make her vulnerable
had begun, and that thought shamed her. Only she had no time for shame. Or for
anything else.

Jeminy Chapter 5

Jeminy didn’t—wouldn’t—care that her life had been reduced to a moderate
savings account and the plans she now had to make. Nana’s call precipitated her
decision to move out of Los Angeles, and that was no bad thing. It was past time.
This place of promise and glitter had captivated her until she’d looked more
closely at its underbellies, from enclaves peopled with the untouchable elite to Skid
Row’s un-helped homeless. Many of those living in between stumbled around on
the verge of bankruptcy as they clawed toward access to the gated communities.
Once upon a time, she’d been on the fringes of money and fame.
She didn’t—wouldn’t—care about the trappings of her big-city life she’d be
leaving, not the BMW she’d thought hers, not this apartment.

…Tomorrow, it would be off with the old and on with the new, whatever that
was and wherever it would take her and her guitar. A few more hours and this place
would be on the way to being forgotten.

Georgina Chap 20

And, in the process of bringing it [the phone] to her ear, she lost her last
thought. It had been there, hadn’t it, because she was holding the phone in her
hand. But why? Who had she intended to call?
Closing her eyes, she shuddered.
Her mind kept tripping off like this, willy-nilly, as if it had decided to go
walkabout, leaving the rest of her behind. Feeling this, knowing it, made a spasm
roil up from low in her belly. She swiped at a tear because this could not be
happening. It couldn’t. Yet look at her, staring at the phone, no clue as to why she
held it. Was she about to call someone? Had she already made a call?
She couldn’t remember. She could not remember.
And, oh, my, when had those veins started protruding right below her
knuckles? Look at the brown spots.
What on earth was she supposed to do with the phone?
She put it down on the kitchen counter. Maybe enlightenment would come as
she fixed herself a cup of tea. The heat of it would be good for her bones, and
maybe it would unjumble her thoughts.