Caroline Frye: Five-Star reviews!!!

Caroline Frye: Five-Star reviews!!!:   💥It's LIVE with Five-Star reviews!💥 Last day to order at this price! Grab your copy now for only $.99 on Amazon Kindle! https://www....

Five-Star reviews!!!

 

💥It's LIVE with Five-Star reviews!💥

Last day to order at this price!

Grab your copy now for only $.99 on Amazon Kindle!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B094DYYFNM?fbclid=IwAR0boMRwz5k0Ozg6fTQLVroDlHlnMDqO_TEB1uB6_zo28rlI9E4Q1gtY2gk#customerReviews

Caroline Frye: New Title

Caroline Frye: New Title:   Hello, Friends! Look what's going live on Amazon July 4th. "What happens when you open a book and find yourself in the Past?&quot...

A Christmas Treat

 

Hello, Friends!

Look what's going live on Amazon just in time for Christmas.

"What happens when you open a book and find yourself in the Past? You lay back and let the words carry you along. Enjoy a rollicking ride back in time with Tree of Many Colors."

It's only $.99 on KU until New Years Eve. Stop by and grab a copy!

THE TREE OF MANY COLORS: An Historical Fiction Adventure - Kindle edition by Frye, Caroline. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Read a sample:

THE TREE OF MANY COLORS

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1—SNOW

It snowed most all week, and I savored the sight of it—pure and white and full of expectations. Saturday morning, my wrinkled nose grew cold, pressed hard against the window, wondering what had transpired during the night. I stared through a never-ending wall of crystals, smiling as the flakes floated through the air. I closed my eyes, imagining them slowly drifting down and melting on my upturned face.

The yard looked like the North Pole, pure and dream-like. Peering through the solid white downpour, I became stuck in a stare, hoping to see Pa come walking up the road, shuffling through the white powder any minute. I opened my pocket watch to check the time as the white flakes swirled and magically transformed the yard. 

Snow covered the rocky dirt road, and the trees glittered white. Winter chased away the black coal dust that usually smothered the town. The train tracks, now coated with a sugar fine dusting of white, looked wonderful. Not like the usual cold, hard lines of steel leading from the coal mine where Pa worked. I shivered, imagining myself in the middle of the snowstorm.  

Wiping moisture from the window, I rubbed the wetness on my pajamas, my feet itching to get outside. Pa should have been here by now. He wanted to help me build a snowman.

I pulled out my watch and squeezed the clasp open. A chill crawled down my spine. Pa was two hours late.

And Pa was never late...

Thanks so much for the great reviews!

Love, Caroline!