Thursday, September 23, 2010

From The Vault

Merely Players
by Kathleen E. Kovach
H S #717
Bethany Hamilton followed her father to Florida to escape the star-studded and invasive culture of Hollywood. Now, training dolphins and working with challenged kids, she finally feels safe--until she comes face-to-face with the man who abandoned her love for the big screen. Brick Connor has changed. He's no longer young Ricky O'Connell, at the mercy of his father's vile temper. Now he's a star, and his movies are major hits. When his latest project brings him to an aquarium in Florida, he learns that some things have not changed--namely, his love for Bethany Hamilton. But to her, the Lord must be the main attraction, and Brick cannot give that kind of headline to the God who failed him as a youth. Can wounded hearts join together on a common stage to participate in a perfect romance penned by God?

Slowly, the newspaper lowered to reveal the source of the voice that made her toes curl. She expected the dark, neatly groomed actor named Brick Connor to meet her gaping stare. However, the man leisurely enjoying the Saturday morning paper had a softer look, as if he’d suspended his workout routine. Tousled light brown hair brushed the top of wire-rimmed glasses that enhanced his—she looked closer—yes, forest green eyes.

When she finally managed to dislodge her heart from her throat, she croaked, “Rick—Bri—Ricky! What are you doing in my house?”

“I invited him.” Her father sauntered into the kitchen as if a mega box office star was not sitting at his table, drinking from his favorite mug, and reading his paper. Glenn held out a bakery box. “Muffin?”

Key Verse:
“O Lord, Thou hast searched me, and known me.” Psalm 139:1

Bethany extracted the cat from her ankles and carried her into the kitchen. She put the cat down and glanced at the figure sitting at the table, his face hidden behind a newspaper.

“Hey, Dad,” she said after opening the refrigerator. “You wouldn’t have the orange juice there behind that paper, would you?”

“No. And you’re about out of milk, too.”

That was not her father’s voice. She whirled, bumping her head, making the salad dressing bottles dance in the door shelf.

“Hello, Bethy.”
Do you read the newspaper? If so, what is your favorite section?


  1. I do not read the newspaper everyday, but probably about 3-4 times a week. The home section and Parade are my two favorites.

  2. I don't read the newspaper much anymore now that I'm in college, but at home I usually prefer the comics section. ;) Especially on Sundays, when they have more of them and in color!


  3. I tend to head straight for the crossword puzzles and the cryptoquip. :)