Sneak Peek Saturday- The Temple of Viracocha!

Temple of Viracocha

Sneak Peek Saturday! Scamp and the Legend of Laguna Verde! The Temple of Viracocha!

Miss Hortense directed Aunt Couns and Miss Frost to their dressing rooms. Standing Ellis on the alterations block, Miss Hortense leaned close and whispered eagerly, “So, what are you searchin’ for this time?”
“I don’t know,” Ellis whispered back.
“Oh, dear, you know you can trust me! I’ve never given away any of your secrets!” Miss Hortense quietly protested.
“I know that! I could trust you with my life, Miss Hortense. Dad’s just been so tight-lipped about this trip! And now he’s gotten me a bodyguard! I’ve been racking my brain wondering. I mean what could we be searching for that’s so dangerous that Dad thinks I need a bodyguard?” Ellis breathed.
“Well, it is South America. There’s a lot of wild, undeveloped territory there. Not to mention the jungles and the Andes!” Miss Hortense pondered. “Your lovely mum, God rest her soul, was always captivated by South America.”
“She was?”
“I know I was born there,” said Ellis.
“I remember your mum telling me!” Miss Hortense whispered excitedly. “She was in the Temple of Viracocha, the god of sea and sky.”
Ellis felt her eyes blur as a violent shiver shot down her spine!
“Are you all right, dear? You’re not taking a cold, are ya?”
“No, Miss Hortense, please go on,” Ellis managed between deep breaths to clear her head.
“Anyway, your mum told me she and your dad had just discovered the altar room and entered it. She said she was so excited that it threw her into an early labor and that within minutes you were born. Your father had wrapped you up in his camp shirt. And when she got to hold you and look at you, your dad took a photograph. Your mum said his flash powder sent a great flourish of light around the chamber. Apparently, it terrified the local guides outside, and they ran away.” Miss Hortense laughed. “Oh, she was so proud of you! She said you were a born adventurer!”
Drawing a steadying breath to clear her head, Ellis digested that information. I wonder . . .
“Miss Hortense, will you tell me how my mother died?” whispered Ellis. “Dad clams up, and Aunt Couns and Uncle Allan are quiet too. I only know it was an accident in front of this store.”
Miss Hortense shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know, Ellis, that might not be my place, love,” she said in a low, worried voice.
“But you were here, and you know the truth. I just want to know the truth.” Ellis pleaded quietly.
Miss Hortense studied Ellis for a long moment. She sighed deeply.
“You were just a wee thing, not even a year old. Your lovely mum pushed your pram in here to show you off to me. She’d just come from the jewelry store down the street. She’d placed that locket you’re wearing now around your neck. Said she’d had your initials engraved on it, said it was an heirloom handed down through her generations.”
Ellis’s slim fingers flew to the locket on her chest.
“Grace was all smiles as she handed your bonny baby self to me. ‘Hortense,’ she beamed softly, ‘Meet Ellis, my pearl!’ Ah, you was bonny, all right, with those emerald eyes and that shock of red hair. We had a glorious time making over you, even Mr. Abercrombie took a turn holding you! I’ll never forget it. I had you bouncing on me knee when I asked your mum if you’d grow up to be an archaeologist too. But—” Miss Hortense stopped abruptly.
“Don’t stop! But what?”
Miss Hortense searched Ellis’s eyes and said, “Well, she got a kind o’ queer look on her face. It was a look of pride and joy and sadness all wrapped up in one, and she grew real serious like when she answered. She said, “Hortense, Ellis will live an extraordinary life. She’s special—more special than anyone in the world realizes.”
Ellis felt a warmth flow through her. Her body tingled as though a thousand butterflies had landed on her. The back of her eyes burned, and an uncomfortable knot formed at the base of her throat. “Go on,” she croaked.
“Well, we bundled you back up in the pram, and I walked with your mum to the storefront where we said our goodbyes. I’d just come back inside when I heard the sound, a terrible roaring sound. I looked just in time—just in time to see—it was awful!” Miss Hortense whispered fiercely. Her eyes got teary.
“Oh, but I can’t tell ya,” she faltered.
“Please . . . I need to know. The truth is better than all the hundreds of things I’ve come up with in my head.”
Miss Hortense nodded and drew a sturdy breath. “An automobile jumped the curb at a roaring speed. It was racing at your pram. Your mum, God bless her, threw herself in front of your carriage. There was a loud screech and a great flash o’ green light. When I could see, there lay your poor mum dead on the sidewalk. You should have been dead, too, but your pram sat untouched, ner’ a scratch on it. I still don’t know how you survived. It was a miracle.”

Sneak Peek Saturday- How Scamp got her nickname!

Sneak Peak Saturday. An excerpt from the book!
“Thanks . . . hey, Will, I appreciate you taking me around today. You’ve been real swell about stuff,” Ellis said, feeling awkwardly regretful. She pulled her hand through her short hair, trying to get used to it.
“I’m still trying to get over your new haircut! Blimey, what a difference!” Will smiled. “Actually, Ellis, taking you around today wasn’t quite as painful as I thought it’d be.”
It’s about to get painful! Ellis thought anxiously. Might as well deal with this! They entered the small house and set their packages down in the front hall.
“Welcome home,” called Uncle Allan, walking out of the den. “Did you two buy most of New . . . fwheeer!” he whistled when he saw Ellis standing in the foyer.
“What in the world?” questioned Dr. Ring. “What’s all the whistle . . . fwheer!” he whistled.
“Well . . . what’d ya think?” Ellis asked nervously.
“I think Couns is gonna have a fit!” Uncle Allan whispered fiercely. “I think you’re in big, big trouble!”
“Oh my goodness gracious!” Miss Frost uttered, turning a paler shade of alabaster.
Ellis heard a deep intake of breath followed by the voice she’d been dreading. “ELLIS HIGBIE RING!” Aunt Couns shrieked. Her face was the color of eggplant. “WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE?”
Jeepers, she used my full name. This isn’t going to be good, Ellis thought apprehensively. Aunt Couns’s anger burst forth like a raging river.
Aunt Couns turned her temper loose on a shell-shocked Will, “AND YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF HER! WHAT KIND OF BODYGUARD ARE YOU ANYWAY!”
“It’s not Will’s fault, Aunt Couns!” Ellis defended, standing in between Will and Aunt Couns. “He didn’t know anything about my hair! It’s all my doing! I just wanted it so much! I’m sorry I went against your wishes . . . you just don’t know how awful it’s been to walk around with long hair! Every one of my friends has a bob! I’m just tired of feeling like a dork,” Ellis finished lamely.
Aunt Couns stood quietly. Ellis could see the vein in her neck pumping hard as she drew a deep breath.
“Please forgive me, Will. I’m truly sorry that I blamed you. I realize, of course, that you couldn’t have known how I felt about Ellis’s hair. It’s just such a shock. I’m sure you’re going to be a fine bodyguard.” Aunt Couns patted his shoulder encouragingly.
“And you!” She charged, shaking a single finger at Ellis’s nose. “You and I have a lot to discuss later! Our dinner will be ruined if I don’t get back to it!” She sniffed, shaking her head as she stomped back to the kitchen followed by a soothing Miss Frost.
Ellis felt a moment of sheer relief. She released the breath she’d been holding. The moment didn’t last.
Will’s face was within inches of hers. Ellis took retreating steps back, but Will matched her step for step. There was real anger in his blue eyes!
“You lied to me, Ellis. You little—you little—”
“Watch your words, son,” Uncle Allan warned.
“You’re nothing more than a little—a little SCAMP!” he thundered.
Will turned to stomp away but was blindsided by two huge paws that took him barreling to the floor.
A giant growling German Shepherd barring fierce teeth pressed on his chest.
“STORMY! GET OFF HIM!” Ellis cried, pulling the great dog off a stunned Will.
“What’s that beast?” squawked Will as Uncle Allan helped him to his feet.
“This is Stormy,” Ellis said, holding the giant dog by his collar.
“He doesn’t like yelling,” Stormy rumbled in agreement.
“Oh, doesn’t he now?” snapped Will sarcastically. “Dr. Ring, sir, I’m not sure I’m right for this job. I’ve been here less than forty-eight hours, and all I’ve gotten for it is a bad black eye, a cracking good scolding, and being ambushed by a monstrous hound! Not to mention being duped by a little scamp! No, sir, I don’t know if this is right for me at all!” hollered Will, spinning around and flinging the front door wide.
The three watched him stalk down the front path. Two heads turned to stare at Ellis. She felt sick. Jeepers, what a mess!
“Well, I guess you earned that one,” said Dr. Ring angrily. “That boy is a good boy. He’s a whiz kid of knowledge and history, and I don’t want to lose him!”
Ellis studied her feet. A terrible sinking feeling rolled in her stomach as she felt their intense stares.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Dr. Ring questioned irritably. “You caused this—you fix it! Go catch him and bring him back here!”
Ellis considered her father and Uncle Allan for a split second. She surveyed the open front door. With quick steps, she bounded from the house down the front walk shadowed by Stormy.
“And be convincing!” Uncle Allan roared from inside. scan0002[473]

Why I chose to write Scamp and the Legend of Laguna Verde

As a girl, I spent a lot of time with my red headed green eyed grandmother.  Some days we would work on my vocabulary, others,  I learned how to speak the foreign languages that she had learned (that only went so well!).  You see, my grandmother lived a very abnormal life as a child.  Her father designed and built oil refineries.  He also searched for gold, silver, and copper deposits.  These building projects and searches took them all over the world.  She traveled everywhere with him.   She never went to school in the remote places where she lived because there were no schools!  Instead, she was taught by the people who traveled with her and everyone of them had a different skill and purpose to be part of the expeditions.    The best days with my grandmother were the days she would pull the treasure box from the top shelf of the hall closet. We would plop down on the floor and I’d open the box.  It was filled with hundreds of pictures that her father had taken during their journeys together and every picture was a different adventure!  I loved hearing the tales and dreaming that I was the person in the adventure.  I dreamed that I was the one riding an ostrich on the Pampas Grande, or it was me in the Altiplano drinking Yerba Mate from a gourd.  I’d pretend that I was the one living on a million acre ranch high in the Andes Mountains. All these voyages taught me lessons and fueled my adventuresome spirit.  Many years have passed, but I still remember the stories and so I wrote Scamp and the Legend of Laguna Verde to share the adventures with you. Hope you enjoy the Scamp series as it unfolds!


GS Felton