A Look Into The Wishing Stone

I’m branching out and after reading my son’s Magic Tree House books, I felt the need to write early chapter books with some more advanced sentence structure. This series will be geared towards kids 4-10 or struggling or reluctant readers. The book is finished, just waiting for my fabulous illustrator to finish the wonderful pictures. Read an excerpt from the first book, The Wishing Stone: Dangerous Dinosaur below. Set to be released by mid March.

He kicked another rock, sending it shooting down the path. It landed in front of a pair of black boots. Spenser raised his head to see a man dressed in a dark brown coat and boots standing a few feet in front of him. His skin was pale, making his dark garments look even more like night. On his head perched a brown cowboy hat. It hung low over his eyes, so Spenser couldn’t make out much of his face.

Spenser looked to the left and right, clutching the straps of his backpack tighter. He had read about cowboys but never seen one in real life. There weren’t many in western Washington. His mother, who was from Texas, spoke of them occasionally, but even she said there weren’t as many as there used to be.

“Why you looking so glum little pardner?” the man drawled. His accent was heavy, and his words were slow.

Spenser wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but his curiosity got the best of him. “I have to read a book and do a report on it by Friday, and I don’t like reading.”

“Well, that is a mighty big problem,” the man agreed, tipping his hat. “Maybe you just ain’t found the right book yet.”

“What do you mean?” Spenser asked, narrowing his eyes at the man.

“Books can be full of amazing stories. Once you find one you like, I’ll bet you’ll be hooked for life pardner. Here, I got something that might help.” He reached into the pocket of his brown duster and pulled something out. It was small enough to fit in his hand.

Unable to help himself, Spenser took another step closer. His blue eyes widened as he waited for the man to open his hand.

The man’s fingers uncurled one at a time to showcase . .



A rock?” Spenser’s nose wrinkled in disgust. He had been hoping for something cooler than a rock.

“Not just any rock, son. This is a wishing stone. You jest hold it while you read and see what happens, but I must warn you to be careful of your thoughts. For sometimes, when you hold this stone, magical things happen.”

Available for pre-order at Amazon