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Summer Breeze

Summer Breeze

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by Catherine Palmer, Gary Chapman

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In book two of this fiction series based on the best-selling non-fiction book The Four Seasons of Marriage, readers meet the blended family of Derek and Kim Finley. Kim has a set of twins—one boy and one girl—from her first marriage; Luke has recently been diagnosed with diabetes, and Lydia is acting out as a result of the attention now being


In book two of this fiction series based on the best-selling non-fiction book The Four Seasons of Marriage, readers meet the blended family of Derek and Kim Finley. Kim has a set of twins—one boy and one girl—from her first marriage; Luke has recently been diagnosed with diabetes, and Lydia is acting out as a result of the attention now being showered on Luke. To complicate matters, Derek's overbearing mother comes to live with them. With all that's going on in their lives, Kim and Derek's communication begins to break down and their marriage slowly moves into winter. Although the second book will focus on Kim and Derek, readers will also encounter all their favorite characters—Patsy Pringle, Pete Roberts, Steve and Brenda, Esther and Charlie—as well as some new ones, like the proprietor of the new sandwich shop that's moved in next to Patsy's beauty parlor. Tyndale House Publishers

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"Jill Shellabarger assumes the roles of Kim; her new husband, Derek; Kim's 10-year old twins, Luke and Lydia; and Derek's meddling mother-in-law, Miranda, who moves in with the family. Shellabarger embraces each role with stylistic skills that define each character. She excels at portraying the emotional outbursts, followed by tears and self-recrimination, of assorted family members as they're challenged by the new living situation. She deftly captures meddlesome Miranda, with her condescending attitude and scathing remarks, which send Kim fuming from the room. She skillfully depicts Derek as a man torn between two women he loves. The twins' sibling rivalry, complicated by Luke's childhood diabetes and a new stepparent, is convincing. Shellabarger's performance leaves nothing to be desired—except more." 
G.D.W. © AudioFile Portland, Maine

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Four Seasons Series , #2
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Summer Breeze



Copyright © 2007 Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-1166-1

Chapter One

The crackle of the two-way radio mounted in his boat alerted Officer Derek Finley to a call from Water Patrol headquarters in Jefferson City.

"Boater in distress," the dispatcher said. "Boater in distress at the twenty-mile mark in front of Green Oaks Condominiums. Dan Becker is reporting the incident. Repeat, Dan Becker. He says he's in the path of other boats, and he believes he is creating a possible hazard in navigation."

"Ten-four, Jeff City." Derek began to turn the twenty-nine-foot Donzi the Patrol had assigned him. With its twin outboard motors-each at 250 horsepower-the boat could go sixty-five miles an hour. But he wouldn't push it to that speed on a routine call like this one.

"Okay, Jeff," he told the dispatcher. "I will be en route from the twenty-five-mile mark."

As he increased speed, Derek scanned for other boats in his path. On such a warm, beautiful day, the first day of the long Memorial Day weekend, the water would be busy. Without doubt, several folks would be boating while intoxicated. Though Missouri had many lakes, rivers, and streams, Lake of the Ozarks had the highest number of BWI arrests in the state. Working the night shift, which began at three in the afternoon and wouldn't end untilthree the next morning, he had already stopped a boat after spotting a woman who had decided to sunbathe on a bow gunwale lacking adequate rails. Later, he had taken a call about a personal watercraft operating in a no-wake zone near someone's dock. Many PWC operators had no idea they were supposed to obey the same rules as a full-size craft.

The Donzi cut through the sparkling water, and as he often did, Derek reflected on how much he enjoyed his job. Though he had graduated from college with a degree in business and had worked behind a desk for almost a year, he'd quit the minute he heard the state was recruiting. Not long after, he'd passed the background check and the physical fitness test. His work with the Water Patrol provided the perfect blend of excitement, enjoyment of nature, public service, and-during the rare criminal investigation-intellectual challenge.

Now approaching the twenty-mile mark, Derek spotted the stranded boat-a twenty-five-foot Challenger bobbing midchannel as other vessels zipped around it. Two middle-aged couples, sunburned and hatless, began waving the moment they saw him.

"Jeff, I am 10-23 with the boater in distress," Derek told the dispatcher. He slowed the Donzi as he approached the stranded vessel. "How're you folks doing today? Is there a Dan Becker on board?"

"That's me," one of the men answered. "It's my boat. I'm the one who called."

"I understand you broke down."

"Yeah, looks that way. We were out all morning fishing. Then we headed home and got this close to our dock, and suddenly the motor died."

"We've tried everything," the other man said. "The boat won't start."

"You got gas?"

"We had a full tank when we left the dock." Dan Becker scratched the rosy bald spot on his head. "We can't have used all that up. Lemme check." In a moment, he groaned. "Empty. Oh, brother. I never even thought of that."

Derek smiled. Though the common boating mishaps that took most of his time could feel a little routine, he enjoyed helping people-whether it was seeing an intoxicated person out of danger to himself or others, guiding someone who'd gotten lost on the lake, or assisting a couple of stalled fishermen. Derek felt a sense of purpose and accomplishment at the end of each day. "Happens all the time," he told Dan. "How about a tow? I can take you to your slip. Or there's a gas dock about a half mile down. Mermaid Marina. You can fill up there."

Fanning themselves, the women begged to be taken to their personal slip near the condominium. But Dan and his buddy prevailed. "Let's get some gas. Might as well take care of it, since we've got you here, Officer."

Expecting that answer, Derek was already gathering the tow rope. "I'm going to throw this across. Hook it to the bow eye."

As the two men worked to clip the rope to their boat, Derek checked the black tow post mounted on his Donzi. When they signaled him, Derek stepped into the shade of the canopy to the operator's position and took the wheel. As his Donzi moved forward, the tow rope tightened, and the Challenger began floating safely behind.

Out of gas, he thought with a chuckle and a shake of his head. How many times had he heard that one? His Donzi and the nineteen other Water Patrol boats that constantly roamed Lake of the Ozarks carried officers to answer complaint calls and emergencies. Success depended on control, wits, courage, and skill. Most of the time, the calls were run-of-the-mill, but he had to stay always alert in case of a real problem.

He mentally recounted the list of reasons people gave for their boats stalling in the water. "Officer, our motor broke." "My boat won't start." "Our outdrive is busted." "We were pullin' a skier and our motor fell off!" But by far the most common was "We ran out of gas."

Towing the Challenger alongside the Mermaid Marina dock, Derek noted the college-aged young women who worked the gas pumps and encouraged people to visit the lake-view restaurant just uphill from the dock. He tipped his cap as a pleasant reminder that he'd be patrolling the area for boaters who might have had too much to drink.

Then he turned to Dan Becker and his companions. "Well, you're here safe and sound," he said as they unhooked the tow rope and tossed it back to him. "You folks have a great day now."

"Say, Officer," Dan called, "what do we owe you for the tow?"

"Part of the job." Derek waved as he pulled away and reported to the dispatcher. "Jeff, I'm 10-24 and 10-8."

With the assignment completed, he was back in service. As Derek steered into open water again, a fellow officer radioed him, and they agreed to meet at the fifteen-mile mark to touch base. With overlapping shifts, the men often met on the water to discuss ongoing investigations and recent incidents. In the past ten years, Derek figured he had seen just about everything. But the recent unusual drowning had him and the other officers puzzled. Five days earlier, Derek had found a body floating in a tangle of fishing line near Deepwater Cove. So far there were no clues as to the victim's identity. And no one had reported a missing person.

Surveying the many boats on the lake as he passed them, Derek knew the unresolved incident was nagging at him. But without more information, there was nothing he could do.

* * *

Dark hair flying, the ten-year-old pressed back hard on the pedals of her bicycle. Girl and bike skidded to a stop in the driveway of the gray, wood-framed house with its window boxes full of draping, hot pink petunias. As the bike's front wheel rammed into the post that supported the mailbox, the child's mother gasped aloud.

"Lydia, where is your helmet?" Kim called from the front porch of the lakefront house. "I told you never to ride your bike without a helmet. Go to your room and put it on this instant!"

"I'm done riding for the day," Lydia announced, dropping her bicycle in the driveway and flouncing toward the house. She wore a midriff-revealing, spaghetti-strapped T-shirt; a pair of tight aqua shorts; and sparkly flip-flops. "I called Dad while you and Luke were at the doctor. He wants to talk to you."

A chill of dread swirled through Kim's stomach. "Lydia, you're not supposed to talk to your father unless I'm in the room. That's a court order."

"Court order, court order! I'm sick to death of court orders. Who cares, anyhow?"

Lydia tried to step past her mother, but Kim blocked her way with an outstretched arm.

"What?" the girl snapped. "Let me by! I need to call Tiffany."

"Sit down here on the porch with me a minute," Kim ordered. Seeing the stubborn tilt to her daughter's chin, she added more softly, "Please."

"Mom, I need to find out what Tiffany's wearing to church tomorrow." Lydia, all skinny brown legs and lanky arms, dropped onto a wicker chair. "Her mom's going to let her wear shorts to church, because it's already a week past Memorial Day, and everybody knows Memorial Day is the start of summer."

"You're not wearing shorts to church," Kim declared. Two years older and a grade ahead of Lydia in school, Tiffany had little parental supervision. Lydia's best friend, she often accompanied the Finley family to church and on other outings, but her mother never joined them. In fact, Kim had never met the woman, who seemed to allow her daughter to do whatever she wanted any time of the day or night.

Kim shook her head. "I don't think shorts are appropriate for church, and-"

"They're appropriate if everyone else is wearing them!" Lydia glared at her mother with narrowed eyes. "You don't know anything."

Taking a deep breath, Kim settled onto a wicker love seat beside her daughter. As she studied Lydia, she attempted to pray away her ire while focusing on the lovely young woman emerging from childhood before her eyes.

"Lydia," she began, stifling the urge to scold, "you know all the rules are for your own safety. The helmet is to protect your head, and the court order is to regulate your father's contact with you. He hasn't been abiding by our agreements, and I'm this close to calling my attorney about it. The last thing I need is for you to be calling him."

"How long is this lecture going to take?" Lydia cut in. "Tiffany wants me to call her right after she gets home from the mall."

"Interrupting me is rude and unacceptable," Kim retorted. "I'd better not see you riding that bike without your helmet again, or I'll ground you from it. And you can forget about wearing shorts to church. The ones you have on are too short. Don't you realize what you look like these days? You're almost a teenager, Lydia. You have to start behaving more maturely, and that includes being aware of the way you dress. And if I hear that you've called your father again, young lady, you're going to have serious consequences. Now go move that bicycle out of the driveway before Derek comes home and runs over it."

"Would you relax?" Lydia asked, her voice just at the edge of a sneer. She pushed up from the chair and started across the porch, headed for her bicycle. "You're so grouchy. You yell at everyone and preach at us all the time. We used to have fun when you were home, but now I can't wait until you go back to work. You're making Luke and me miserable. I'm surprised Derek even bothers to come home. All you do is bite his head off."

"You're exaggerating, Lydia. I don't yell at you and Luke, and I never ..." Kim's voice faltered as her daughter defiantly swung a leg over the bike, settled onto the saddle, and pedaled off up the road. As Lydia's glossy brown hair vanished around a curve, Kim knotted her fists and battled down a cry of rage. This was not supposed to happen!

The focus of the family ought to be on Luke, not Lydia. Luke was the twin with diabetes. In order to stay alive, Luke needed the right diet, enough exercise, and regular monitoring of his blood glucose level. In the past few weeks, Kim had reexamined everything she knew about nutrition and basic general health. And then she'd had to absorb an enormous amount of new information. Things like syringes, glucose monitors, and lancet needles were part of everyday life now. She easily used new terms such as beta cells, HLA markers, hypoglycemia, ketones, and triglycerides. Day and night for the month since Luke's first symptoms and then the diagnosis, she had watched over her son. She spent hours praying for his health, worrying over any sign of a possible problem, and phoning to discuss each development with his endocrinologist.

Unwilling to send Luke to the sports and recreational camps the twins usually attended in the summer, Kim had asked permission to take a leave of absence from her work as a hygienist for a dentist in Camdenton. Dr. Groene was sympathetic and kind, and he'd hired temporary help for the short term. But Kim's paychecks had stopped, and the family was finding it hard to make ends meet.

A voice broke into her thoughts. "Where's Lydia?" Luke pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the porch. "I thought I heard her out here. Tiffany just called."

"She's riding her bike," Kim told her son. She signaled for Luke to join her by patting the wicker love seat. "How are you doing, honey? Are you shaky or nauseous like this morning?"

"I'm fine, Mom." He plopped down in the chair where his sister had sat moments before. "I wish I felt like riding my bike."

"Well, why don't you? Do you feel dizzy or anything like that? Do you have a headache?" She reached toward him. "Let me see if you're sweaty."

"Mom, stop. I'm okay." Luke pulled his knees to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. "You're treating me like a baby! I checked my blood. Nothing's wrong with me. Leave me alone."

"Then get your helmet and go catch up to your sister. I'm sure she'd enjoy the company."

"No." Glaring over his knees, he frowned out at the world. "I don't feel like doing anything. And I'm not wearing that stupid helmet anymore."

Kim sighed. Growing up in a home in which her parents' constant fighting had led to divorce, she had learned to cope with the unexpected. Her alcoholic mother had moved the children from town to town as drinking cost her one job after another. Kim had been determined never to repeat her parents' mistakes. The summer after graduating from high school, she'd gone to work for Dr. Groene as a receptionist and moved into a small apartment. Soon her next-door neighbor had charmed his way into her heart, and she happily married the handsome marine-engine repairman.

It wasn't long before Kim realized she had done exactly what she'd hoped to avoid. Every now and then-seemingly out of the blue-Joe became loud and mean. She was just past her first trimester with the twins the first time he slapped her. After that, her life became a nightmare.

Terrified to leave her husband and terrified to stay with him, she walked on eggshells and prayed that she could safely deliver her babies. Soon after they were born, Kim had started attending the Lake Area Ministry Bible Chapel. At LAMB Chapel, as it was called, she found strength and courage she had never known in her life. With the help and support of several women in the church, especially Patsy Pringle, she had managed to escape her husband and take refuge at an abuse crisis center. After divorcing Joe and winning custody of the twins, she settled into what she hoped could be a normal life.

And then she'd met Derek Finley. Even as she thought of the wonderful man who had stepped into her life and swept her off her feet three years before, Kim saw his truck rolling along the lake road toward their home in Deepwater Cove.

"Hey, here comes Derek!" Luke shouted. "I wonder if he brought me any cherry strings."

"You can't have-" Kim bit off the rest of the words. If Luke wanted to eat a snack now and then, he would simply have to monitor his blood sugar and keep everything in balance. He had learned to do that already. She needed to start trusting him. But a ten-year-old boy? It was so hard not to worry.

"Look, he's got Lydia's bike in the back!" Luke jumped off his chair and raced across the porch and down the steps. "I bet she fell off! I bet she wasn't wearing her helmet!"

"Oh no!" Kim ran toward the approaching truck. "Derek? Is Lydia all right?"

"Of course I am." Lydia opened the door on the passenger side and slid out onto the driveway. "Derek saw me riding near the highway to Tranquility, and he picked me up. Hey, Luke, want some trail mix? It's cheese flavored."

Before Kim could react, Luke had stuck his hand into the bag. She was trying to say something about it being almost suppertime and not good for his glucose level when Derek swept her up in his arms and planted a warm kiss on her lips. She resisted for a moment-fears, worries, and frustration still at the forefront of her mind-and then she smelled his sun-heated skin. Melting into her husband, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her hand down the soft hair at the back of his head.

"Surprise," he said, kissing her cheek and then the side of her neck. "I hope you made enough supper for one extra. The captain saw I was getting bleary-eyed and sent me home for a couple of hours to eat and put my feet up."

"Bleary-eyed?" Kim murmured. "Not you. And surely not in Party Cove."

He laughed and swatted her playfully as he followed her to the porch. They both knew that in his ten years on patrol, Derek had become jaded by the skimpily clad twentysomethings who cavorted from boat to boat in the notorious cove.


Excerpted from Summer Breeze by CATHERINE PALMER GARY CHAPMAN Copyright © 2007 by Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Gary Chapman is the author of the New York Times best-seller The Five Love Languages and numerous other books.  He's the director of Marriage & Family Life Consultants, Inc., and host of A Growing Marriage, a syndicated radio program heard on over 100 stations across North America.  He and his wife, Karolyn, live in North Carolina.
Catherine Palmer is the Christy Award-winning, CBA best-selling author of more than forty novels - including The Bachelor's Bargain - which have more than 2 million copies in print.  She lives in Missouri with her husband, Tim, and two sons.

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Summer Breeze 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Derek Finley feels his world is collapsing although he loves his wife Kim and her twin children Lydia and Luke from an abusive previous marriage. Helping him somewhat cope with his off the scale stress is he knows they love him too. Still he and Kim worry about paying their bills now that Luke has diabetes. Kim will need to return to the workforce, but both parents worry about caring for the children with no stay at home adult.---------------- The answer is simple Derek's mom Miranda moves into the household. However, the third adult causes all sorts of troubles between her son and daughter-in-law as Miranda needs to be in charge. Besides being the commanding general she also practices some odd religious beliefs that frighten Kim as her children might emulate their step-grandmother. This once solid marriage appears in deep trouble from tropical storms.------------- This story is based on Gary Chapman¿s belief that marriage changes like seasons and those in which the couple communicates their fears and desires will only get stronger. SUMMER BREEZE is an entertaining stand alone tale of two generations sharing a household that leads to conflict ironically because everyone ¿knows¿ what is best for Luke while Lydia feels left out. Using hyperbole to make the point that relationships run into storms followed by SUMMER BREEZE, this is a fine family drama filled with emotional people frightened that everything sacred to each of them is falling apart. Fans will appreciate the different reactions of the Finley family to Luke¿s diabetes while also reading the first marriage based tale, IT HAPPENS EVERY SPRING--------------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Windstar paded inn "This is were the rules of BreezeClan are. Read them and Respect them." She meowed <P> 1. We uphold the Worrior Code. <P> 2. We respect others. <P> 3. No curseing. Only Worrior Bad words like Mousebrian. <P> 4. Be real. No weird pelt colers. No weird eye colers. No powers. No wings. <P> 5. No goddmoding <P> 6. Do not cuase fights or you will be punished. Acording to what you did. <P> 7. You have to train your apprentice at least 5 min. Out of your day. <P> 8. Every week is a moon. <P> 9. Leader will hold Apprentice and Worrior naming ceramonys. Unless the Leader tells the Deputy other wise. <P> 10. There will be patrols every day. Hunting partys will be sent out every day also. <P> 11. No make belive prey. You have to go out and chatch it. <P> 12. Have fun <P> Windstar looked over the Rule's one more time "Have you read them already? Good." She meowed and paded out
Maciemollysdad More than 1 year ago
Another excellent book in this series!! Gary Chapman &amp; Catherine Palmer do an excellent job of giving you an excellent story with helpful hints on things to do in your marriage as well. If you are going to read this book I would recommend starting with the first book &quot;It Happens Every Spring&quot; since this book is a continuation of the story. As with the first book I could easily see this book being turned into a movie. I am planning to start the third book &quot;Falling For You Again&quot; today or tomorrow.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series never disappoints. Such realistic life situations. Great Christian principals but not preachy. And a great romance.
Cindi_A More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the Four Seasons series. It's a nice continuation of the Deepwater Cove resident's lives. Relationship issues including having a meddling mother-in-law in the picture and having differing faiths are a part of the storyline. As with the first book, the authors show ways that may help when faced with everyday life situations. Communication is probably the strongest lesson that I took away from this novel. Not just words, but carefully thought-out ways of expression and interaction.
rlighthouse More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the series and it concentrates on Derek &amp; Kim and their twins Luke &amp; Lydia. Luke has recently been diagnosed with diabetes and Derek's mom Miranda has moved in with them to help take care of the twins so that Kim can go back to work. Derek works a lot and is not always home to referee between his wife and mother. Meanwhile Lydia is having a very hard time adjusting to her brother's diagnosis of diabetes. The TLC club and their families along with Cody also return in the second book to help bring the town of Tranquility to life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is bad
Tim Gruber More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the series and Ive read both the first and second now. I have really begun to get to know the characters by now and it never a dull moment. The pages just fly by and I find myself in suspense and entertained. A nice clean book with good examples of how life can really be.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Summer Breeze, by Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman, is one of a series of four novels based on the seasons of relationships described in Chapman¿s The Four Seasons of Marriage. This is the first of the series I¿ve read but I¿m definitely looking for the other three. Recently I heard Pam and Bill Farrel on the radio, discussing their book Men Are Life Waffles ¿ Women Are Like Spaghetti, so it was especially interesting to follow the characters of Derek and Kim in this book and see how they fit the Farrels¿ categories. Derek, the water patrolman, wants to keep the areas of his life in neatly separated boxes (the sections of the waffle) while Kim sees everything as being intertwined (like pieces of spaghetti) and reacts accordingly. Predictably, their different perspectives and their different love languages create some tense moments. I also enjoyed eavesdropping as Derek¿s neighbor Charlie explains how he used fishing techniques (empathetic listening) to resolve a touchy situation with his wife. Derek is a quick learner and puts the ideas in play with his step-daughter and later his wife, who then uses them successfully with her mother-in-law. Altogether an entertaining book with some interesting lessons hidden inside. Recommended!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The story, for me, was just ok. I did enjoy the relationships of all the people in this small Oklahoma town but what dropped this story from 4 stars to 3 for me was the confrontation between Kim and her mother in law. Kim's MIL is so manipulative and genuinely not a nice person but Kim forgives her and accepts everything she is and does, without question, in the name of her faith. I can't accept that and completely did not enjoy that aspect of the story.