Sparks in Scotland by A. Destiny (English) Paperback Book

Description: Sparks in Scotland by A. Destiny, Rhonda Helms While vacationing in Scotland with her parents, Ava, fifteen, meets cute and sweet Graham, the son of her mothers college friend, but wonders if it is worth pursuing a relationship when she will soon return to Cleveland. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description First crush, first love, first kiss--Ava learns about more than her heritage while vacationing in Scotland in this addition to the sweet and clean Flirt series! Ava is going on vacation to Scotland, where shes supposed to learn more about her Scottish heritage. Shes excited to see the castles, abbeys, and coastal hills--and maybe even catch a glimpse of Nessie herself--but Ava doesnt expect to meet Graham. Hes cute, sweet, and has the perfect Scottish accent...but does he like her as much as she likes him? And if there is something of a mutual attraction there, Ava wonders, is it worth pursuing a crush when shell be on the other side of the Atlantic in just two weeks? Author Biography A. Destiny is the coauthor of the Flirt series. She spends her time reading, writing, and watching sweet romance movies. She will always remember her first kiss. Rhonda Helms is the author of Promposal, Struck, Never Too Late, and Portrait of Us. She lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband, two kids, and three dogs. Visit her at RhondaHelmsBooks.com. Excerpt from Book Sparks in Scotland ChapterOne My entire body ached as I stretched each limb and popped my back, trying to shake off the effects of the long, long trip. Cleveland to New York to London to here--I still couldnt believe wed left home yesterday afternoon and had just arrived in Edinburghs airport a couple of hours ago. But as I stared out our hotel window overlooking Princes Street, with Scotlands rolling greens and ancient buildings staring back at me, the stiffness in my body faded away. I was really here. And it was breathtaking so far. I couldnt wait to see what other sights Scotland held. There was a lovely park area in front of our hotel with rich green grasses and trees, and beyond the park there were rows of ancient-looking buildings lined along the street, pressed side by side with pubs, shops, and churches. This whole city was steeped in history. I was crazy excited to explore. My mom stepped behind me and gave a soft sigh. "Its gorgeous, isnt it?" I nodded my agreement. "Well worth being cramped in an airplane for this." Id spent hours last week scouring online to find pictures, videos, anything to help get me ready for our two-week vacation to Scotland. But nothing could have prepared me for the image before me. Downtown Edinburgh bustled with people below, and music and noise filtered up to us from the packed streets. I couldnt help but smile as I watched. Excitement swelled, and I was suddenly itching to get out there and walk. I wanted to touch the warm bricks with my fingers, smell the pub food and flowers, and hear the noises up close and personal. "Ava," my dad said from behind me, "I printed you a copy of our itinerary. Theres also a backup on your bedside table." Mom chuckled, and we turned and faced my dad. He didnt show any signs of fatigue, since hed slept like a log on our flight from New York to London last night. I, on the other hand, had gotten intermittent sleep, due to the snoring man on my right who apparently couldnt snooze unless his head was tilted my way. Mom and I sat down on my bed, and we dutifully took our copies of the papers while Dad recited an overall rundown of how the trip would go. First we would spend a few days in Edinburgh and the surrounding cities, and Dad would spend some of that time doing research on our family heritage. Then we were taking a weeklong bus trip through Oban, Inverness, and St. Andrews so we could explore the Scottish Highlands. The more he talked, the more excited he got, his eyes flashing bright. "And if we stick to this schedule, well have plenty of time to fit in almost everything the experts agree we need to see," he concluded with a flourish. "Well experience a good portion of what Scotland has to offer." "This sounds like a pretty thorough sightseeing plan youve crafted. But do we get to sleep anytime in there?" Mom asked, her lips quirking with quiet amusement. "And maybe have a dinner or two as well?" He rolled his eyes. "Dont be ridiculous. Of course we do. I scheduled an hour for each meal--its listed clearly under each day." An hour? Yeah, right. Mom was the slowest eater in the world. Apparently, hed forgotten about this little fact. "Good luck policing Moms eating speed," I told him with a hearty chuckle. She shot me a mock glare, then grabbed her phone. Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed. "Laugh it up, smarty-pants. I just believe in savoring my meals. Anyway, Im sending Mollie a text to let her know weve arrived. Im so excited to see her. Its been far too many years since she and I have hung out." During our travels here, Mom had given me some information about this family we were hanging out with in Scotland. Apparently, Mom and Mollie had been best friends in high school. After theyd graduated and moved on to college, Mollie had spent a semester in Scotland her senior year. Shed fallen head over heels in love--both with the land and with a handsome guy shed met on campus. The decision to stay here had been hard, but she hadnt looked back. Mollies family still lived in the Cleveland area, and Mom said she had coffee with her parents every once in a while. But Mollie herself hadnt been back to visit in years. The way Mom talked about Mollie reminded me of my friendship with Corinne. Lasting and strong, no matter what happened in life. Wed known each other for years and had grown into best friends fast. Before Id left for this vacation, shed demanded I send her lots of pictures of my trip and keep her up to date on all the cute guys I saw. If only she could have come with me to experience Scotland too. She would love what Id seen so far; the old buildings and rolling greens would appeal to her artistic nature. Talk about inspiration. "So, Dad, where are you going to start your research?" I asked. Hed joined an ancestry website last year to begin building our family tree, and it was cool to see the old scanned birth certificates, pictures, and other artifacts regarding our ancestors. "The National Archives of Scotland." He dug through his suitcase and produced a battered notebook. As he flipped through the pages, I saw his signature scrawl filling at least the first half of the notebook. Dad was nothing if not thorough and methodical. "Itll get me a good start on which town we should narrow our focus down to. And someone online mentioned I can check out local churches as well, since they keep meticulous birth and death records." After interviewing a number of family members and confirming the information online, Dad had traced our family line back to Scotland. When hed casually brought up the idea of continuing his research in person, Mom and I had begged him for a family trip there until hed caved. Wed all figuratively tightened our belts and cut back on spending to make sure we could afford it, with no complaints. Yeah, I was willing to follow any goofy, overplanned agenda Dad set if it meant experiencing this. Even our hotel felt cool and different and older than anything Id seen in America. This country breathed history, and I was full of anticipation to take pictures and draw it. "Will we be able to find out our family tartan?" I asked him. It would be so cool to get a kilt made in it. Corinne would die of jealousy if I wore it to visit her--and probably tease me a little too. He shrugged. "If we have one, I dont see why not. I dont think all Scottish families do, but maybe well be lucky." My stomach growled, and I clapped my hands over it with a chagrined laugh. "Sorry." Mom quirked her crooked smile and put her phone away. "Someones hungry, it seems." "Well, it has been a few hours since we ate lunch," I protested. And even that had been a little lackluster--a plain sandwich and chips. I wanted a real dinner. Dad scrunched up his mouth as he thought. "Well, were not actually scheduled to start exploring Edinburgh until tomorrow, but I suppose we could get a taste of its foods right now and maybe do a little shopping--" "Yes!" Mom and I said together, then laughed. We jumped off the bed and stood in front of Dad with pleading eyes. He gave a heavy, resigned sigh. "Okay, fine. Put on your jackets, and lets go grab a meal. Theres a place on High Street that was recommended by a number of people. Well get some authentic Scottish cuisine there." I slipped on my dark-blue fleece jacket and checked myself out in the mirror. My blond bob was a bit worse for wear but not horribly so, and a quick run-through of my brush smoothed the strays. I had on jeans and a T-shirt. Not my foxiest outfit ever, but it would do for now. "You look lovely, Ava," Mom said as she walked by me, giving my upper arm a small squeeze. We left the room and made our way down the hall, down the stairs, and into the large wood-trimmed lobby. A variety of people hustled and bustled around us, checking in as they dragged suitcases to the front desk, talking, laughing. Their energy was infectious, and I found my spirits lifted even higher. Wow, I was in Scotland--I was really here! And this was going to be an awesome two weeks. "Oh, just to remind you," Mom said to me when we stepped outside into the mild summer air. "Mollie and Steaphan have a son around your age. Graham. Hell be hanging out with us too," she added with a broad smile. My good mood slipped a touch, and a hint of wariness filled me. Wonderful. Moms attempts at vacation matchmaking werent very subtle. We crossed Princes Street and headed down the sidewalk toward High Street, weaving through the crowds of people. The air carried the rich scents of food and the sounds of drummers off in the distance. Sunlight peeked through intermittent clouds and warmed the air, which hovered around the midsixties. When wed left Cleveland yesterday, it had been in the nineties and scorching hot for days. This was far, far more comfortable. "Im sure Graham is a nice guy," I finally said to Mom. My stomach growled again. I focused on my hunger in an attempt to change the subject. "So, I cant wait to try this restaurant. Do you think youll try haggis while were here? I dont know if Im brave enough to eat it." Mom ignored my food ramblings and continued, "You s Details ISBN1481421212 Author Rhonda Helms Short Title SPARKS IN SCOTLAND Pages 224 Language English ISBN-10 1481421212 ISBN-13 9781481421218 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Series Flirt Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-05-19 Imprint Simon Pulse Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2015-05-19 NZ Release Date 2015-05-19 US Release Date 2015-05-19 UK Release Date 2015-05-19 Audience Age 12-17 Publisher Simon & Schuster Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137630630;

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