Tuesday, January 13, 2015

RELEASE DAY: Catherine Bennett "Devon's Choice"


Life holds no surprises for Devon Murphy. Her life consists of keeping tabs on her aging Irish father, working part time at a coffee shop, and building her online graphics design business. Devon’s only tricky situation is a shallow relationship with the pampered and affluent Michael Turner, who sees her as just another woman to conquer. 

Following his father’s death, Brandon’s only goal is to expand the family business and live life on his own terms. That is, until he walks into the coffee shop one snowy evening and meets the enchanting, red-haired barista behind the counter. But can Devon and Brandon’s attraction for each other be strong enough to help erase their deepest disappointments and renew their faith in God? 




Catherine Bennett lives in her hometown of Columbus, Ohio. Her first book, “The Trouble With Charlie”, is published by Astraea Press. Catherine has two grown sons and resides with her husband and two Labrador retrievers.



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 Devon stood up to her boot tops in snow as she breathed in the crisp, winter air. The first sunrise of the New Year peeked between the houses and spilled onto the street. The sturdy branches of the old maples bowed to the weight of the fresh snow. Parked cars and drawn curtains let her know most of the neighbors must be sleeping in from their late-night revelry. Now the only sound to break the peaceful silence came from the snow plows a few streets over and old Mr. Taylor’s Chihuahua barking ferociously at Bubby from his living room window. A tug on the leash signaled that Bubby had finished his business and was ready to move on.

 “Just a minute, boy. I’ve got to pick up your mess.” Devon bent down and nimbly thrust her hand into the bag while Bubby strained at the end of his lead. “Hold on, my boots don’t have traction control,” she told him as he lunged playfully into the fresh powder. She dumped the bag into the trash and they continued their walk around the small park.

 Devon pulled on the leash. “C’mon, Bub. We’ve got to get home. Daddy’s frying bacon.” Bubby’s ears perked up at the mention of “bacon” and their pace quickened toward the house.

 “Hi Daddy,” Devon said, closing the door behind her. She unsnapped Bubby’s leash, slipped off her boots and parka, and walked into the kitchen. “Happy New Year!” She kissed her father on the cheek and opened the dog food container. Hearing the dry kibble being poured into his bowl, Bubby raced across the room and began to eat.

 “He sure loves his food,” Charles Murphy observed. “Don’t think I could eat the same bland stuff everyday. I guess if I did, I’d lose some of this belly.” He pointed to his small pot of a stomach.

 “Unless you ate only barbeque potato chips and crème-filled sponge cake rolls.”

 “Okay, you got me. Tell you what, I’ll make that my New Year’s resolution. I, Charles Murphy, solemnly promise that starting tomorrow, I will eat only bran flakes and skim milk for breakfast. And I will become a health food nut just like my crazy daughter.”

 Devon raised an eyebrow at him while he piled several strips of bacon onto his plate. A mound of scrambled eggs and overly buttered toast lay next to the bacon strips. His first fib of the New Year; he had no intention of following through with the resolution. She carried her plate of eggs and whole-wheat toast to the table. Charles followed with another plate of greasy hash browns.

 “You’re full of malarkey! You know you can’t give up your pot roasts and pork sausages, which, by the way, are not helping your blood pressure. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat fish, unless it was coated and deep fried.”

 “And you never will! Fish is meant to be dunked in batter and fried in as much grease as possible.” Charles sat down at the table and dug his spoon into the potatoes. “That kind of food will put meat on your bones.”

 “I know, I know. You’ve been telling me that since I could chew. And don’t give Bubby any bacon. You’ll make him fat!” The guilty look on Charles’s face let her know he’d already dropped a piece on the floor for the dog.

 “Fat! The way you run that dog in the park, he could qualify for the Kentucky Derby!”

 They laughed, then ate in companionable silence. Devon glanced over at her father. His white hair showed no yellow tinge as happens to some seniors; it was white as a new, starched napkin. His bushy eyebrows matched and caused his cobalt blue eyes to sparkle even more. Though not a tall man, his personality made him seem larger than life. He always flirted with words and could make people laugh, no matter how depressing the circumstances might be. And for not being born in Ireland, he exuded his Irish heritage in every way, especially in his stubbornness.
 Fifteen minutes later, Charles leaned back in his chair. “Now that was one of the best meals I ever ate!”

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