Today I’m excited to welcome Shannon Vannatter as she talks about her latest book. Don’t miss the giveaway details below.
I love seashells. To me, they’re proof God exists. Who else would care enough to make such intricate houses of different shapes, sizes, and species for tiny sea creatures?
Over the years, family and friends have learned of my fascination with shells and brought me large samplings from their ocean trips. Thanks to them, I have tons of shells in my collection. In the last few years, I’ve moved my shell collection out of the bathroom and into my office area of our living room. The large screened box I found at a flea market is probably a bread box. I painted it beachy and filled it with shells instead.
Eighteen years ago, I finally made it to Galveston on the way to visit our San Antonio area kin. My first ocean visit was magical. I saw a small shell and tried to pick it up. But most of it was buried in the sand and was actually rather large. It took some digging and tugging, but I got it. Then a perfect sand dollar washed up at my feet. I waded along the shore and shelled. I love to swim, but I like chlorine and I’ve seen those pictures of oblivious swimmers in the ocean with sharks a few feet away.
We rode a ferry to Galveston island with gulls swirling above begging for food and ate at a seafood restaurant on a pier. Sandy legs and feet with windswept hair, but I didn’t care because everyone else looked the same. I decided that day, I could happily be a beach bum. Magical. This is the shell I dug up and I keep all my Galveston shells in a jar separate from the rest of my collection.
Next on my agenda—Corpus Christi. I’d heard the water was prettier. I’ve learned the best way to get to go somewhere is to put it in a book. Then I have to visit for research. Seventeen years after my first ocean visit, we made our trek to the family ranch last July, then took a day trip to Corpus.
The water is prettier, bluer. But the shells I found were teeny tiny. My husband and son went out shoulder deep and let the waves wash over them, as I walked the shore watching for shark fins. The lack of shells and heat of July made me decide maybe I’m not beach bum material after all.
Especially after Harvey. But I still love the ocean and got fodder for my fiction. My hero and heroine, who are in the log furniture industry, go to Corpus for a trade show and a nice beach jaunt in the middle of their Christmas story.
Our next beach trek will definitely be during a cooler season. I’ve been researching best shelling in TX. Surfside Beach may end up in another book in the future. Since we haven’t been there, I feel a road trip coming on.
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His Christmas Homecoming
With her foreman out of commission, Resa McCall needs horse trainer Colson Kincaid to run her family ranch through the holidays. But having the handsome single dad back in Bandera, Texas, is unsettling. Colson broke Resa’s heart years ago, and she can’t risk getting close again. Still, working with him and bonding with his sweet little girl is making the ranch feel merry and bright. Being at Resa’s side stirs up emotions Colson thought were long gone. But he has a powerful secret that could keep them apart forever. Can Colson give Resa the one Christmas present that might finally bring them back together—the truth?
Award winning author, Shannon Taylor Vannatter writes contemporary Christian cowboy romance and has over a dozen published titles. A romance reader since her teens, she hopes to entertain Christian women and plant seeds in the non-believer’s heart as she demonstrates that love doesn’t conquer all—Jesus does.
She gleans fodder for her fiction in rural Arkansas where she spent her teenage summers working the concession stand with her rodeo announcing dad and married a Texan who morphed into a pastor. In her spare time, she loves hanging out with her husband and son, flea marketing, and doing craft projects.