Book Deals That Are Too Good To Pass Up!

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Book deals that are too good to pass up!

In honor of my new book, The Protector of Peace, I will be offering the first book in the series, Gasparilla’s Treasure, free of charge. I am so confident that you will enjoy it, that I am also offering a %100 money back guarantee if you take advantage of the free promo. No questions asked! That’s right, get the book for free, and if you don’t absolutely love it, I will give you the ENTIRE $0 back. So what do you have to lose?

The free ebook promo runs from Thursday, August 14th to Monday, August 18th. JUST CLICK HERE TO GET YOUR FREE EBOOK.

Don’t have a Kindle ebook reader? No problem. CLICK HERE TO SEE HOW TO GET FREE KINDLE READERS FOR YOUR COMPUTER, IPAD, AND PHONE. And they’re absolutely free!

The deal doesn’t stop there. You will also need to read the 2nd book in the series, so I’m offering The Forgotten Secret for $.99 on Friday, August 15th to Sunday, August 17th. After that, it goes up to $2.99 for 3 days, and then back to the full price of $4.99. CLICK HERE AND GET THE DEAL BEFORE THE PRICE GOES BACK UP!

And finally, when you finish The Forgotten Secret, you won’t be able to stop. So, go ahead and pick up your copy of the 3rd and final book in the series, The Protector of Peace. You’ll be glad you did.

 

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COUPON: %100.2 Money Back On Ebook

I’m sorry you missed it, but THIS PROMO IS OVER. Follow me on twitter or facebook for future promos :-)

I’m a bit surprised more people didn’t take advantage of this, if only to see how the experiment would effect the Amazon rank. I would love to know what it takes to crack the top 100 in paid ebooks. Check the comments for more details on how it went, but if you’re interested, here’s ranking chart to click on:

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And here’s the offer as it was presented:

Please help me with this experiment and get a FREE ebook in the process! And please help SPREAD THE WORD!!

First the offer, then read on to find out why I’m doing it.

THE OFFER: Be one of the first 100 to buy the ebook copy of my book “The Forgotten Secret” (click here) on Saturday, September 21st, 2013, and I will refund you %100.2 of the purchase price.

ForgSecDigitalCoverDETAILS: The ebook version of “The Forgotten Secret” costs $4.99. Purchase a copy from Amazon on Saturday, provide me with proof, and I will refund you $5.00 via Paypal.

1) You MUST be willing to accept the refund via Paypal.com.
2) To provide PROOF – Copy, paste, and email a portion of your Amazon “receipt” showing the purchase (or forward the receipt) to scottclem@aol.com.
3) Tweet or Facebook me a picture of you, your pet, or something cool with the cover of your ebook copy of “The Forgotten Secret”. (If you don’t have an ebook reader, there are plenty of FREE options! Just click here for more info.)
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4) Email the Paypal name I can send your refund to (include it in the “Proof” email (step 2) would be best).

WHY?
As an indie author, I’m finding it extremely difficult to find a successful marketing strategy. I’ve tried Amazon gift card giveaways, targeted add campaigns on Goodreads, youtube campaigns, facebook campaigns, and featured book strategies. All seem to be a waste of money!

My history shows the only effective way to drive sales is to climb the Amazon sales ranks, so I thought instead of throwing away money in useless campaigns, I would try giving it back to you! My hope — If enough people buy the book on the same day, “The Forgotten Secret” will soon achieve its highest sales rank and will work its way into the magic algorithms of Amazon.com. With any luck, this will drive sales in the days following the promotion.

So join me and let’s see if we can get “The Forgotten Secret” to #1.

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Free Ebook Readers!

Are you interested in turning your IPad, Android Tablet, smart phone, or computer into a Kindle eBook reader for free?  If you said yes, you are in luck, and on your way to tons of downloadable books for the Kindle.  And the reader is absolutely FREE!  All you need is an Amazon account, and a compatible device (there are a lot of compatible devices).

The Amazon Kindle eBook Store has nearly every eBook you could ever want, and they generally cost way less than their paperback counterpart.  In fact, you can find a large number of books free of charge on a daily basis (today, “The Holy Bible” was the number one free book).  Why would anyone give you their book for free?  Well, they want you to fall in love with their work, tell all your friends, and go buy their other books.

If you can’t find your favorite book for free, most ebooks range from as little as $0.99 up to $19.99.  For instance, “The Hunger Games” for about $5.00, or “Harry Potter” for about $8.00.  No driving to the store or waiting for shipping.  It’s instantly downloadable.

You will also open yourself up to a new world of independent authors such as myself.  You can check out my books, Gasparilla’s Treasure, The Forgotten Secret, and That Pet Finder Kid on your free Kindle reader for $4.99.

OK, so how do you get this free Kindle reader?  It’s really quite simple.  Follow THIS LINK to the Kindle reader download page.  There you will find all the versions of the reader, including the one for your device.  Click on your device, and it will take you to the download page.  Click on the large “Download Now” button, and the rest should be easy.

I hope this opens a whole new option for finding the books you love!

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The Forgotten Secret Sample – (Gasparilla’s Treasure Sequel)

FreeSampleFor those who have read “Gasparilla’s Treasure” by Scott Clements, and are looking for a sequel, you’re in luck. Here’s a little sample of the sequel titled, “The Forgotten Secret“.  It’s the prologue and first 3 chapters of the book, and for those who have not read the first book, you’ll see that you can easily enjoy “The Forgotten Secret” without having read “Gasparilla’s Treasure.”

Be sure to grab your Kindle version for $4.99 by clicking here.

 

 

PROLOGUE

Timucua Territory – 1300 B.C.

Degotoga’s feet, bare and weathered, effortlessly glided across the hazardous ground below. He moved silently, with grace and ease found only among his fellow Timucua natives. The hidden life force of the land, trees, and all of nature reached out to embrace him as he neared the end of his long journey. He knew he was faster than any other thirteen-year-old Timucua, but he found it hard to believe he had traveled this far in so little time. He felt he could easily travel another thousand miles without tiring.

Degotoga felt lucky to be delivering something of such importance to Chief Hania. The chief could have chosen many boys who were stronger and smarter, but there were none faster or more graceful than Degotoga. That is why he was given the honor of carrying The Sacred Lion of Strength.

The thick, tangled forest started to thin, and a few of Degotoga’s friends joined him in the run. They fell into perfect step, driven by the same force that had sustained Degotoga for the last three days. He felt the ground beneath his feet soften as the forest gave way to the vast, grass-covered field that stretched to the edge of the village. Excitement grew in Degotoga as more villagers joined him. They wore painted faces and carried spears, torches, and ceremonial shields. There must have been more than 100 with him now.

The sound of drumming and chanting filled his ears as he took the final steps across the field and reached his journey’s end. From the number of people gathered, he knew every Timucua within 100 miles must have made the journey to his village to join this celebration.

A massive fire reached toward the heavens as 20 of the most decorated warriors circled the flames and performed the Dance of Acknowledgment. Degotoga always enjoyed the village ritual of giving thanks for their many blessings. The chants were powerful, and the dance invoked feelings of oneness among all villages. He let the sounds fill his soul, but as he approached the center of the celebration, the sounds faded, the music died, the dancers became still. Soon the only sound that could be heard was the roar of the raging fire.

For the first time since his journey began, Degotoga felt the peace escape him. His stomach began to swim as he noticed every eye was on him—every person silent. How many people were there? They stretched as far as the eye could see. At least 5,000 had gathered, probably more. The Timucua nation had never experienced anything this important.

“The running boy has returned,” announced Chief Hania, breaking the silence. “Our people have been waiting for this day for over 1,000 years. Today, three become one, and the Timucua will receive unimaginable power and wealth from the newfound gifts of wisdom, strength, and love.”

A smile stretched across Degotoga’s face as he heard the people around him talking of peace, love, honor, and understanding. The promise of a better time would be fulfilled today. No more wars. No more suffering. No more struggles. The Overseers had promised this so many moons ago, and Chief Hania was a man worthy to wield such power.

“It is time, Degotoga,” Chief Hania continued. “Bring me The Sacred Lion of Strength.” The pounding of the drums returned as Degotoga made his way through the crowd toward the chief. Chanting mixed with the drums, this time creating an eerie mood. His heart pounded in unison with the drums as he carefully placed one foot in front of the other. His feet, which just moments ago had effortlessly found every correct step, now felt like they were stuck in quick sand—almost impossible to move.

“The Timucua have lived in fear of our enemies long enough!” bellowed Chief Hania. “With this newfound power, I will lead our people to the far reaches of this world. All will bow to our mighty power or be destroyed in our wake.”

Degotoga found it increasingly difficult to move forward. This did not sound like the peace and love The Overseers had promised. It didn’t sound like the promises of unity the chief had made just a few weeks back. It sounded like Chief Hania was planning on using this gift of unimaginable power for bloodshed and conquest.

“The Timucua will rise and wield the power of The Overseers,” continued Chief Hania, madness filling his eyes. “This is our time! We will own the lands, oceans, and the stars.”

“Enough!,” came a powerful, angry voice from the group of chiefs and elders gathered around Chief Hania. It was Chief Apenimon of the Northern Tribe. “The land belongs to no man. It is of the spirits, freely sharing its life force. You promised us peace and honor, and now you talk of war and bloodshed. This will not be allowed!”

“The Timucua are mighty,” boomed a different voice from the chiefs. “We deserve the greatness Chief Hania suggests. It is a future in which the Timucua will rise and be mighty.”

More voices joined the argument, spreading through the thousands and thousands gathered. Voices of peace and voices of war, mixing and rising into the sky like smoke from the fire—becoming violent, hot, and destructive. Words quickly turned to action as spears stabbed and hatchets swung. Degotoga did the only thing he could think of; he clutched The Sacred Lion of Strength tight in his arms and ran.

He ran faster than he ever imagined he could—his feet a blur. As he distanced himself from the raging battle, he welcomed the peace of nature’s life force as it wrapped around him like a cocoon, protecting the life within. He did not know where he was taking The Sacred Lion of Strength, but he trusted the peace within to give him the answer.

CHAPTER 1

University of Florida – Present Day

Trip Montgomery felt uneasy as he stared into the darkness in front of him. The only light in the room was from a video projector mounted on the ceiling. He was nearing the end of his presentation and experience had taught him that people would either decide he was telling the truth and believe a couple of kids from St. Augustine, Florida, could find a treasure like this, or they would think he was a complete fraud. He drew a deep breath and continued.

“And this is a picture Josh took right after the passageway opened,” said Trip, referring to the giant projection screen behind him. “These spiral stairs led us to a cramped tunnel, which opened into a small room, pictured here.” He advanced the picture on the screen to show the cave where, just a few months ago, he thought his quest for Gasparilla’s treasure had come to an unsuccessful end. He remembered the sinking feeling he had felt in his stomach when he opened the chest full of Native American arrowheads, expecting to find pirate treasure. He had almost given up.

“Thanks to the clumsiness and the hard head of a fellow classmate,” continued Trip as he aimed his laser pointer at the screen, “we realized we could break through the rock wall here, and make a passage into another cave. And that’s where we found this.” Trip paused a moment. This was it. This was the moment. If they believed him, the last hour of lecturing would all be worth it. He wished he could gauge the audience’s reaction, but the bright light coming from the projector made it impossible for him to see anything as he advanced the picture. The audience gasped and broke into whispered conversations. The crowd had been so quiet, he had forgotten how large it was. With more than 800 people in attendance, this was the biggest presentation he had given since he and his best friends Josh and Sarah had found Gasparilla’s treasure.

The murmurings of the crowd grew louder and Trip took a moment to look at the screen behind him. He had never seen Gasparilla’s treasure room projected so large. It took his breath away. Golden statues lined the stairs that led down to the center of the room. The floor was scattered with gold coins, ornate weapons, and jewel encrusted goblets. Everywhere he looked, a valuable piece of treasure. The whole room, illuminated by fire from above. And in the center of the room, the Fountain of Youth.

This would be the perfect place to end his presentation. The members of the Society of American Archeology seemed to accept everything he had said so far, that a couple of thirteen-year-old kids managed to find the greatest treasure of all time. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to risk continuing.

He advanced the picture and a hush fell over the crowd as they took in the self portrait of Josh with the Fountain of Youth in the background. “Here you get a great view of the Fountain of Youth, that is if you can manage to look past the goofy look on Josh’s face. Of everything you’ve seen today, this is the most impressive. This is the water Gasparilla drank to stay alive for over 200 years, guarding his treasure.”

The crowd burst into heated conversations. Trip tried to make out what they were saying. He heard one voice say, “This discredits his entire lecture. What a waste of time!” Others seemed to disagree. The crowd seemed split down the middle on Trip’s story, and Trip didn’t wait for them to quiet to finish his lecture.

“Thank you for your time,” Trip said into the microphone. His voice echoed through the lecture hall, and he could hear the disappointment in his own voice.

It took longer than Trip expected, but after 45 minutes of questions and hand shaking, the crowd had finally thinned to only a handful of people, still finishing private conversations. Trip was surprised at the number of people who had congratulated him on such an important find. As he packed his laptop and notes, he decided the lecture had been a success.

A man in an expensive suit walked down the center aisle, and Trip hoped he wasn’t coming to talk to him. He was ready to get out of here and get back home. Some of these post-lecture conversations could last longer than Mom’s “talking-tos” about chores or being responsible. And those seemed to go on forever.

“Mr. Montgomery,” said the man, extending his hand. “My name his Juan Gonzalez.” Trip shook the man’s hand, and was surprised to find himself instantly liking this man. His voice was warm and inviting, his smile sincere, and his personality made Trip feel instantly comfortable.

“Please, call me Trip,” said Trip. “I’m no mister, and don’t plan on being one for a while.”

“Fine. Trip it is,” replied Gonzalez with a chuckle. “Then you should call me Juan.”

“No, thank you, sir,” said Trip. “My mom would kill me if I started calling adults by their first names, and I’m not ready to die just yet.”

“I can understand that,” said Gonzalez. “That was a great presentation you gave today. You and your friends are quite the treasure hunters.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” said Trip. “We just barely scraped by with beginner’s luck.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” encouraged Gonzalez. “Anyone who can hunt down a treasure like that deserves to call themselves treasure hunters. And that was quite a story about Gasparilla still being alive.”

And there it was. Mr. Gonzalez was here to heckle Trip. Why did people find it so easy to believe that he, Josh, and Sarah had been able to find a treasure no adults had been able to find, but when he told the truth about Gasparilla, they only saw a child with an active imagination?

There had been a short time when Trip thought maybe Gasparilla had been a figment of his imagination. But Josh and Sarah remembered all the same details.

They had just climbed down the stone stairs, and arrived in the center of the treasure room when they had heard his voice. Gasparilla was there holding his staff, claiming he had been using the Fountain of Youth, along with Arbol de la Lechuza, to stay alive to protect his treasure. Then he took the cast iron plate they had used as the key to the treasure room, and used it to activate some sort of self-destruct mechanism in the cave. Gasparilla had vanished into thin air. Trip, his friends, and his mom had barely escaped with their lives as the cave crashed down around them.

As Trip thought back, he realized it did seem pretty unbelievable. But it had happened. Josh, Sarah, and Mom had all been there, and they had seen Gasparilla, too. Who cared if people believed them? They had found the treasure, and the finder’s fee had given them the extra money they needed to keep Pappy safe in the Good Ole’ Times Retirement Community. That was what mattered.

“You OK, Trip?” asked Gonzalez, concern in his voice. “You look a little distressed. Did I say something to upset you?”

“No. Everything’s fine,” huffed Trip as he stuffed his last few things into his bags. “I’ve just gotta get out of here. That’s all.”

“Before you go,” said Gonzalez. “Let me just finish. Like I was saying, that was quite a story about Gasparilla. I wish I could have been there to see him. I’ve been researching him for years, and have been searching for his lost ship and treasure. It must have been amazing to see him up close—face to face like that.”

“You … you believe me?” asked Trip. “You honestly believe Gasparilla was still alive?”

“Well, of course I do,” replied Gonzalez. “It’s common knowledge Gasparilla carried Arbol de la Lechuza on the top of his staff. I would have thought the powers of Arbol de la Lechuza would have been enough to keep him alive, but you say he also needed water from the Fountain of Youth?”

Trip found himself thinking Gonzalez must be a nut case if he believed his story about Gasparilla, but then he realized that wasn’t fair. Trip was judging the first person who truly believed his story.

“Well, enough about Gasparilla,” said Gonzalez, his voice quieting. “That is not the reason I’m here. I’m here to ask for your team’s help with a quest. A quest of much greater importance than Gasparilla, but woven in the same shroud of mystery. I need your help finding El León Sagrado de Fuerza. Or to be less dramatic, The Sacred Lion of Strength.”

Trip recognized the dreamy tone in Gonzalez’s voice—the far-off expression. His experience with his great-grandfather Pappy had taught him what to expect from a delusional person, and this guy seemed to be living in his own fantasy world. Trip noticed Gonzalez studying him with a puzzled look.

“You don’t believe me?” asked Gonzalez, sounding a bit hurt. “I thought sure the boy who found Arbol de la Lechuza and possessed the missing map key would have no problem believing my story.”

Trip could not believe what he was hearing. He, Josh, and Sarah had decided they would not tell anyone about Arbol de la Lechuza. They had not even discussed it with Mom or Pappy. No one knew… at least they thought no one knew. And they had not told a soul about the piece of paper they found in the secret storage space of The Staff of Gasparilla.

They had not been able to figure out anything from the piece of paper. At first glance, it had looked like a small map. But after they sat down and really studied it, it was a series of lines and symbols that made no sense. Sarah had suggested it might have been a map key, but they had no idea what to do with it. How did Gonzalez know about this?

“Listen, Trip,” said Gonzalez in hushed tones as he leaned in close. “I know you donated the treasure to museums, and I know you made some money from your share of the finder’s fee. Enough to hire private planes to take you to speaking events like this, enough that your mom doesn’t have to worry about the bills, and enough that you can have that expensive laptop in your bag. But it was only a finder’s fee. It’s not enough to fund the quest for El León Sagrado de Fuerza. You have the map key, and I have the money. I’ve been researching this for more than 10 years, and your map key is the only missing piece. I want you and your team along on this. You’ve proven yourselves, and I can use a few keen minds to help me get to the next step. You kids see things differently than adults, and I need your perspective.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Trip, unconvincingly. “But even if what you’re saying made any sense, I can’t commit to anything like that without Josh and Sarah.”

“Take all the time you need, Trip,” said Gonzalez, his voice smooth and friendly. “I’ve been waiting a long time. If you don’t want to help me, fine. I’ll find El León Sagrado de Fuerza eventually. It’s just a matter of time.”

Gonzalez’s expression looked so sincere and heartwarming. Trip wondered if this was the same look a proud father might give his son. Trip did his best to hide how much he desperately wanted to blurt out, Are you crazy? Of course we’ll help you. It was even harder to hide how much he wanted that fatherly approval.

“Whatever you decide,” continued Gonzalez. “You and your friends have found the greatest treasure known to man, and you’ll go down in history among the finest treasure hunters. If that’s enough, great. It’s more than most men will ever accomplish.”

Trip had never thought of it that way. He had made his mark on history. At age 13, he had accomplished the greatest thing he would likely ever accomplish.

“But I think you want more,” said Gonzalez. “I think you want to help unlock all the secrets, the bigger secrets, the secrets that are hidden all across this planet of ours. I have the resources and the technology to unlock those secrets. And you deserve to be on that journey with me.”

Trip’s mind was swimming. He had no idea what to say—what to do. He just stood there, trying to make sense of it all.

“You let me know what you decide,” said Gonzalez, handing Trip his business card. “Call me when you’re ready.”

Gonzalez walked away leaving Trip alone in the giant lecture hall, wondering what his future might bring.

CHAPTER 2

Trip asked Josh and Sarah to meet him at his house early the next morning. He told them about Gonzalez, his quest for El León Sagrado de Fuerza, and his offer to bring them in on the quest. Sarah clicked through websites on Trip’s laptop as Trip and Josh played on the GameSmash X7A.

“Aren’t you glad I got you this thing?” said Josh, more as a statement than a question. “It’s got the latest graphics chipset and the fastest RAM of any gaming system out there. Sarah, are you sure you don’t want me to set one up in your house? Then all three of us could have one.”

“You can’t be serious,” snorted Sarah. “I find it hard to believe you can’t think of anything better to do with your portion of treasure money than buy some silly video game.”

“Silly,” blurted Josh in disgust. “The GameSmash X7A is not silly! It’s the latest breakthrough in gaming. The controllers give the most realistic game management to date, and the graphics make you feel like you’re in the game. Do I call all those books you buy silly? Well I guess I did, like a hundred times, but still, the GameSmash X7A is NOT SILLY!”

“Whatever you say, Josh,” said Sarah, still searching websites. “You guys could be helping me with this Gonzalez thing. There’s a famous baseball player, and a journalist, but your Juan Gonzalez seems to be invisible on the internet.”

“What difference does it make?” asked Josh. “The man wants us to help him find the Great Something Lion of the Something, and he’s got tons of money. That’s what Trip said, and it sounds like fun, so what are you so worried about?”

“Don’t you think someone with that much money would be easy to find on the internet?” asked Sarah. “And why did his business card only have his name and phone number? No company name, no logo, no email—nothing. Don’t you think it’s all kind of weird?”

“No,” answered Josh pausing the video game. “What’s weird is you being so worried about this guy. You’re obsessing over it. Either he’s telling the truth and he has all sorts of cool gadgets, and money, and stuff—and we get to go on some sort of amazing adventure. Or he’s not telling the truth. We should be able to tell really quick by saying something like, ‘Hey can I see one of those amazing gadgets you were talking about.’ If he shows us one he’s telling the truth, if he can’t show us, he’s lying. It’s that simple.”

“Trip,” said Sarah, annoyed. “You’re being awfully quiet over there. Tell him you think we should be cautious and check this Gonzalez guy out.”

“No,” retorted Josh. “Tell her she’s wasting her time and being really annoying in the process.”

“Well, Trip,” said Sarah, crossing her arms and giving Trip a look that made his eyes burn. “Which is it? What do you think?”

Trip could not stand it when Josh and Sarah went at each other like this. Did they really think he was going to take sides? He looked from Josh to Sarah and was amused to see they both had their arms crossed, heads cocked to the side, and wore identical expressions of disgust. Trip tried to suppress a laugh. It didn’t work. He let out a burst of quick laughter, followed by a huge belly laugh. He raised the controller of the GameSmash X7A and used the onboard camera to snap a picture, which showed on the large, flat panel TV.

“Look at you guys,” laughed Trip. “You look exactly the same. It’s like you’re brother and sister or something.”

“You know,” said Josh. “We really are starting to look alike. We better quit spending so much time together or people might start thinking I’m not cool anymore.”

All three of them burst out in laughter.

“Cool anymore?” questioned Trip, still snickering. “When did they start thinking you were cool in the first place? I don’t think anyone’s ever made a mistake that huge.” Trip took a deep breath and managed to control his laughter. “And I agree with both of you. We need to be careful, but at a certain point, we have to trust Gonzalez if we’re going to do this.”

Neither Josh nor Sarah liked this answer. Josh unpaused the video game, and Sarah returned to the internet search. They did not talk again until Trip broke the silence a full five minutes later.

“Sarah,” said Trip. “If Gonzalez knows so much about Gasparilla and has been hunting his treasure, maybe you could try a search for his name and Gasparilla together.”

“Good idea,” said Josh. “That just kicked my mind in gear. After you do that search, maybe you could search for…”

“That’s it!” screeched Sarah. “Or at least it’s something. Juan Gonzalez is part of the legend of Gasparilla. It says he sailed with Gasparilla, and when he was an old man, he hired two men to dig up one of his treasure chests. When they came to his cabin to get the location, they found the old man had died. They searched his cabin and found a piece of copper with a map and some symbols on the back. They say Juan Gonzalez made the most famous map to Gasparilla’s treasure.”

“Correction,” said Josh. “Trip’s Pappy made the most famous map to Gasparilla’s treasure. That old man’s map was just to one treasure chest.”

“Look,” said Sarah. “My point is: This is our link. Maybe our Gonzalez is linked to the old man in the cabin.”

“Maybe you can ask him when we meet with him later today,” said Trip. Sarah and Josh stared blankly back at him. “Did I forget to mention we have a meeting with Gonzalez at 3 o’clock?”

“Trip,” challenged Sarah. “Are you sure this is the right move? You have no idea if you can trust this guy?”

“It’s only a meeting,” said Trip. “We’ve spent the last three months staring at that piece of paper we found in Gasparilla’s staff. We all agree it’s just a small corner of a much larger piece of paper, and it’s likely a map key. Gonzalez says he has the map and just needs the key. So the way I see it, we only have one choice.”

“Steal Gonzalez’s map,” said Josh. “It’s the perfect plan! I want to be the nerdy guy in the surveillance van that runs tech support and gets to make wise cracks through your earpiece while you’re breaking in and stealing the map.”

“OK,” said Trip. “I guess we have two options. Option one, we break into the wealthy man’s super secret map hiding place and steal his map from under his nose while Josh runs tech support from a van, or option two, we work with the nice, wealthy man with all the latest high tech toys.”

“Well it’s obvious when you lay it out like that,” said Josh. “Option one it is! No brainer. This is gonna be so much fun! Where are we gonna get my tech van?”

“Josh,” said Sarah. “You are totally missing the point. There is no option one. Either we work with the guy or we continue on our own. And we are getting absolutely nowhere on our own. ”

“That’s two options,” said Josh. “You said there was no option one. You just laid out two options, so therefore, there is an option one.”

“Josh!” begged Sarah. “Will you please focus. We need to decide if working with Gonzalez is the right move.”

“Before we make any decisions,” said Trip. “We should all go meet the guy and see what he has to say.”

“Isn’t that a decision?” asked Josh.

“What?” asked Trip. “What decision?”

“You just said, ‘before we make any decisions we should talk to the guy’. Isn’t talking to the guy a decision? So how can we go talk to him before we make any decisions if we have to make a decision before we can make any decisions?”

Trip and Sarah glanced at each other, then back at Josh, shooting him looks that would make an annoyed mother proud.

“What?” said Josh. “I was just sayin’.”

“I really think we should go see Gonzalez and hear what he has to say,” said Trip. “But first, there’s someone else I want to talk this over with.”

CHAPTER 3

Trip hurried through the common area at the Good Ole’ Times Retirement Community. He needed Pappy’s help to sort things out. Pappy had spent 80 years of his life on the quest for Gasparilla’s treasure. If anyone was qualified to discuss the Gonzalez situation, it was Pappy.

“Why the rush?” called Mr. Anderson from across the room. “Come over here and tell me more about how you kids found that treasure.”

Trip liked Mr. Anderson, and under normal circumstances, he would have stopped to talk. Mr. Anderson was 87 years old, and had been a policeman in New York. He had lived an amazing life, full of adventure, and always told Trip exciting stories of hunting down bad guys and running undercover sting operations. But today, Trip didn’t have time to stop and chat.

“Sorry, Mr. Anderson,” Trip answered. “I’ve got to see Pappy right away. It’s important.”

“All right,” said Mr. Anderson, his voice sounding frail. “Maybe some other time.” Trip registered the heavy disappointment in Mr. Anderson’s eyes as he blew past. He felt terrible, but he needed to hear what Pappy had to say about Gonzalez.

“Yoo hoo,” came the sing-song voice of Mrs. Helen. “Over here, Trip. Do you have time for a quick game of dominoes? I think you owe me a rematch.”

Mrs. Helen, at 96 years old, was the oldest of Trip’s friends at Good Ole’ Times. She didn’t talk much, but she was the best domino player Trip had ever met. He did manage to beat her a couple of times, but he still wasn’t sure if Mrs. Helen had let him win or not.

Looking at Mrs. Helen’s frail frame, it was hard to believe she had once been a member of the Women’s Air Force Service Pilots, otherwise known as the WASPs. She and the other women of WASP flew planes for the military during World War II. They flew planes from factories to bases, transported cargo, and participated in simulated missions. And now Mrs. Helen sat alone and forgotten at the domino table as Trip hurried by.

Trip couldn’t do it. No matter how desperate he was to see Pappy, he couldn’t just brush them off. He decided to make some time for Mr. Anderson and Mrs. Helen… not much time, just a couple of minutes.

An hour and a half later, Trip opened the door to Pappy’s apartment and laughed out loud at what he saw. Pappy was dancing around like a Native American wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a beat up old undershirt. He held a broom in his hand like a war staff and was chanting and singing a bunch of words Trip couldn’t understand.

“Hey, Pappy,” Trip called over Pappy’s singing. “It’s me, Trip.”

Pappy stopped his dance and studied Trip, a look of wonder on his face. He moved hesitantly towards Trip, and paused. He studied Trip’s face even harder now, and took a few more uncertain steps.

Trip looked on in amusement, watching Pappy live out his latest delusion. He loved guessing what crazy fantasy Pappy was playing in his head, and then he would join in. Pappy reached his hand towards Trip’s face and touched his cheek as if the answers to all the mysteries of the world lay in that touch.

“Skin, white,” said Pappy in a terrible Native American accent. “White skin no protect from sun. Why you come Florida? Why you bring boats and weapons?”

Trip grinned as he thought about how flawed Pappy’s fantasies were. It appeared Pappy thought he was a Native American warrior meeting a white man for the first time, and yet he used the name Florida, which was a name given long after the natives met the first white man. But history didn’t matter in Pappy’s fantasy worlds. Trip joined in, hoping he could play this out and get the real Pappy back to discuss Gonzalez.

“How,” said Trip, holding up his hand to display his palm in a Native American greeting. He knew the Native Americans never actually said or did this, but he also knew Pappy would think it was a proper greeting.

“My name is Trip,” Trip continued. “I come in peace.”

“You no come peace,” said Pappy in his stilted accent. He sounded irritated. “You come, you take land, you chase Indians away.”

“No,” replied Trip, still playing his part. “I come seeking truth and answers. I come seeking the wisdom of Chief… Chief?”

“Me name Chief Dancing Broom,” replied Pappy, his anger growing. “You come. You chase my people away. You destroy land, you kill my people.”

Trip didn’t like the direction of this conversation. If Pappy got agitated, it would take forever for him to calm down. He had to choose his next words wisely. He had to say something that would lighten Pappy’s mood.

“High-ho Silver, away!” said Trip, using the catchphrase of one of Pappy’s favorite fictional characters, the Lone Ranger. Pappy had told Trip stories of gathering around the radio as a kid to listen to the first radio broadcast of the Lone Ranger. Pappy watched the TV show, collected the comics, and loved anything to do with the Lone Ranger. Trip chose to portray the Lone Ranger because he had a best friend named Tonto, who was a Native American. Sure, Tonto was just a Hollywood creation and was nothing like a real Native American, but he was someone Pappy remembered fondly.

“Sheriff have sickness in head… cannot fix with medicine,” said Pappy, quoting his favorite Tonto line. “Me name Chief Dancing Broom, you look for Tonto. Me find Tonto for you.” Trip smiled, happy the mood had changed.

“Tonto glad you come,” said Pappy. “When Chief Dancing Broom tell me you come, I rush right over.”

“Tonto,” said Trip. “I need your advice on something.” Trip proceeded to tell Pappy all about meeting Gonzalez, the map key, The Sacred Lion, and Gonzalez’s request to team up. By the end of the story, Pappy sat motionless wearing a sad expression.

“Well, Pappy,” said Trip. “What do you think? Should we team up with Gonzalez or not?”

Pappy’s breathing became labored and his eyes glistened with newly formed tears as he locked eyes with Trip. Pappy lay down in Trip’s arms and Trip held him like a baby, neither one saying a word for what felt like an hour.

“The secret was entrusted to me,” Pappy said in a new voice, finally breaking the silence. “I have protected it my whole life.”

Trip didn’t like hearing Pappy’s voice so weak. If he hadn’t realized Pappy had slipped into a new delusion, he would have worried something was seriously wrong. But Pappy now spoke with a thick Spanish accent, so Trip knew he was just living out another fantasy.

“I am the last of the keepers,” continued Pappy. “I am the only one who still knows the secret.”

“What secret, Pappy?” soothed Trip. “Tell me the secret.”

“I’ve sworn to never reveal the secret,” said Pappy, his eyes still locked with Trip’s, as if the connection was feeding him the energy to stay alive. “It must not fall into the wrong hands. I cannot tell the secret. But if I die, the secret dies with me.”

“Who are you?” asked Trip. “What’s your name? I can help you.”

“My name is not important,” said Pappy, slowly shaking his head. “What’s important, General, is that I told you the secret. And now you must protect it.”

“What?” asked Trip, confused. “You didn’t tell me the secret.”

“Of course I did, General,” said Pappy. “And now you must make sure El León Sagrado de Fuerza is safe. I probably should not have told you, but someone must protect it. The natives are vicious, and the Americans are expanding into Florida. I had to tell someone, and you seem honorable. It’s up to you now, General. Protect this secret, because if you don’t, the caretaker of sinister forces will reign over all and destroy humanity as we know it.”

Pappy lay there in Trip’s arms, letting this all sink in. His breathing came easier now and his eyes dried. Behind Pappy’s eyes, Trip could now see a mischievous twinkle.

“What am I doing lying here taking a nap, when there is so much work to be done,” said Pappy with a tone that breathed sunshine into the gloomy room. He popped up and began pacing around the room. “The matter/antimatter chamber needs a complete diagnostic, and we need to install the dilithium crystals the captain delivered earlier today. Now let’s get to work, Ensign Montgomery.”

Trip was relieved the mood had lightened, although he could have used more information about “the secret” and the “caretaker of sinister forces.”

“I think it best if you work with Mr. Gonzalez on this mission,” said Pappy. “He is the foremost expert on dilithium crystals.”

“Wait,” said Trip, taken off guard. “Are you telling me we should team up with Gonzalez?”

“Perhaps you need to report to sick bay and have those ears checked, Ensign Montgomery,” said Pappy. “I think my orders were perfectly clear.”

“Thanks, Pappy!” howled Trip. “I knew you were listening!” Trip and Pappy spent the rest of the morning together, and Trip was having so much fun, he nearly forgot about “the secret.”

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The Forgotten Secret

GaspTresCoverDigitalForgSecDigitalCover“The Forgotten Secret” is a sequel to “Gasparilla’s Treasure” by Scott Clements.  I hope you’ve had a chance to read it, but even if you haven’t, here are some of the places and things you can expect to see in the book.  This blog post is a minor spoiler, so if you plan on reading it, you may want to do that first, then come back and check out some of the real world places and things in the book.  Enjoy!

Early on the kids go to the St. Augustine Peer to meet with mysterious adventurer, Juan Gonzalez:

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The kids head to Old Town, Florida to find The City of Hawkeisville shipwreck.  Here’s the old train bridge:

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And here are a couple of videos of “The City of Hawkinsville” shipwreck:

And for more on “The City of Hawkinsville” check out this website: CLICK HERE

Next they’re off to Washington, D.C. and the “National Mall”.  Here are some overheads of the “National Mall”:

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In the map above, you can see exactly where the National Gallery of Art is located.  Here are some pictures of the National Gallery of Art:

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Here’s the Thomas Sully portrait of Andrew Jackson used for the U.S. twenty dollar bill:

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Next are the two Andrew Jackson Birthplace Monuments.  In the second one, you can see the etching of the cabin, which is so important in “The Forgotten Secret”.

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Gonzalez heads to the Andrew Jackson Monument in Washington, D.C., which is in plain sight of The White House.

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And check out some of the security features on our modern twenty dollar bill, including the EURion constellation.

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And finally they end up at the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine:

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I hope you enjoyed “The Forgotten Secret” by Scott Clements.  Check out Scott and all his books at www.HappyBrownDog.com.

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My Cat Harry

Here’s my cat Harry.  I went to take a picture of him and I had the settings wrong… It took a quick series and at the exact same moment Harry decided to see what the camera smelled like :-)

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Winners Announced!

For those of you who entered our “Love Middle Grade Actually” contest in hopes of winning the free Kindle Fire, the winners have been announced!  Check the list and see if you won one of the prizes!  If you did not enter, shame on you…

Here is the official announcement of the winners from our fearless leader, Sally Harris:

Hello everyone!

Congratulations to you all and happy Valentine’s Day!  You have been chosen by Rafflecopter to receive a prize in the LOVE MIDDLE GRADE ACTUALLY Giveaway.  The prizes were awarded in the order listed on the Rafflecopter and are as follows:

  1. Kindle Fire – Dorothy Reading
  2. $10 Amazon Gift Card – Christine Dawson
  3. Copy of Diary of a Penguin-napper – Dixie Miller Goode
  4. Copy of The Golden Scarab – Shawna Pooler-Hall
  5. Copy of Four Fiends – Andrea M
  6. Copy of Gasparilla’s Treasure – Melody Peugh
  7. Copy of Lionel’s Grand Adventure – Cindy Sleuth
  8. Copy of Escape from the Forbidden Planet – Steve Ollis
  9. Copy of The Secret Underground – Jill Marie
  10. Copy of Super Ninja Alien Robot Monsters – Michelle Kinsley
  11. Copy of The Princelings and the Pirates – Deanne
  12. Copy of The Ninja Librarian – Malcolm Holden
  13. Copy of The Dreamcatcher Adventures: Greedy Jack Wallace – Annie McMahon
  14. Copy of Knockout: The Hermit’s Escape – Tessa D
  15. Copy of The Perpetual Papers of the Pack of Pets – Pawel
  16. Copy of Greenhorn – Renee Cormier
Right, now – it is VITAL that you response to this email within 48 hours (which would make it 10:30pm Australian Time on 16/02/12) in order to claim your prize.  After that time, any unclaimed prizes will be re-drawn.
If you have won an e-book, please send me the email address that you would like me to gift the book to through Amazon.  As a gesture of thanks to the writers who put together this e-book, it would be very much appreciated if you could leave a review for the title you have won (and any others that you have read and enjoyed!)  Share the Love MG Actually love! 
 
In addition, if you have already bought a copy of the e-book you have won, you are welcome to email me and request an e-book copy of one of the other titles that you would like to read.
 
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Book Reviews of Gasparilla’s Treasure by Scott Clements

GaspTresCoverDigitalMy middle grade adventure book Gasparilla’s Treasure by Scott Clements has been out for a little while now, and I thought I’d put a few links to some reviews.  If you want more info on my books for teens and tweens, please check out my website.

First, how about the Amazon reviews. Just click here.

Next, a blog review from NonMom:
For the Harry Potter fans who are without a current adventure to get behind, this novel definitely fits the bill. For the Indiana Jones and yes, dating myself here, Goonies fans too, this book will grab you and take you for a fun ride only lacking the ‘Truffle Shuffle’…(more)

Next, a blog from MamaCravings:
Gasparillia’s Treasure is a teacher’s dream. This book is funny, relatable, and has cover-to-cover adventure. Not only will students be drawn into the story, the brilliant layering of history will inspire students to seek out their own adventures….(more)

From Bewildered Bug:
…managed to tickle that little part of my brain that is fascinated by the realistic mixed with the imaginary. Not to mention that Gasparilla’s Treasure was written spectacularly with an captivating plot, exciting characters and just a touch of intrigue that fascinated me completely…(more)

From The Avalon Journals:
…grab your kids and share in this wonderful adventure. Sure, they might think reading is a bit old-fashioned, but Scott Clements has written such a visual tale they will likely not even notice the lack of a screen….(more)

From Reader’s Favorite:
Trip’s adventure takes the reader on a tour of historic St. Augustine, Florida, as Trip and his friends discover clues in González-Alvarez House, the bell tower of Grace United Methodist Church, Fort Matanzas, the old lighthouse, the Spanish fort, Castillo de San Marcos, and the Fountain of Youth Park….(more)

From Rambling’s of a Semi-Housewife:
This book is definitely worth a read, and we will more than likely read it again….(more)

From Cordelia Dinsmore:
Clements weaves a riveting tale for anyone who loves a good treasure hunt. His characters are all believable and interesting….(more)

From ReadalotRhonda:
This story grabs your attention fast and holds it….(more)

From Anthony M. Briggs, Jr.
About halfway through I felt like I was watching  National Treasure, except being played out with tweens. The historical references, the treasure hunting, the clues… if you enjoyed that movie, you likely won’t be disappointed by this book….(more)

From Jemima Pett:
Scott Clements’ story is pacy and enjoyable.  It paints pictures of young love, secret treasure and the fascinating history of the Florida coast, with no cloying romance or cliched travelogue….(more)

From SWLothian:
Gasparilla’s Treasure is a worthy adventure read for middle-graders…(more)

From Young Adult Critic (to prove they aren’t all good):
…it was a huge disappointment for me. I was expecting some kind of YA epic adventure to find a treasure, but it turned out to be some half-baked middle grade novel that was dumbed-down to appeal to third graders….(more)

 

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Gasparilla’s Treasure Sequel

UPDATE: The sequel is complete :-) It’s titled “The Forgotten Secret” and you can get it here!

Just a quick post… I’m right in the middle of writing the follow up to Gasparilla’s Treasure.  I’m currently considering the title “The Forgotten Secret”.  I wish this thing would hurry up and finish writing itself, because it’s really great so far and I can’t wait to see how it will come out!

Even though I have the book completely outlined and I know the basics of what happens, but it’s fun to see where the characters take me with the story and their emotions.  Arghhh, it’s just taking me too long to get there!

Here’s a link to a website I used for researching the shipwrecked “City of Hawkinsville” as one of the settings:

http://www.museumsinthesea.com/hawkinsville/tour.htm

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Check out the videos by clicking on the different parts of the boat, then check out the history of The City of Hawkinsville.  I have to admit, I got a little creeped out watching the videos of the sunken ship wreck.

And here’s a picture of the old train bridge in Old Town, Florida.  It’s about 100 yards up river from the ship wreck, and another of the settings in the book.

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I hope I can get my final draft of this book finished by the end of December, and then I can get the edit and cover work done in January for a February release!

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Minecraft – Steve – Halloween Costume

By the way, don’t forget to check out my books for the 9 to 13 year olds out there! Click the covers for more information.

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So this year, Corey decided he wanted to be Steve from the game Minecraft.  If you’re not familiar with Minecraft, then you probably don’t need to be reading this blog post :-)

But, if you want to check it out anyway, Steve is the one between the pig and the sheep.

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I’m super happy Corey decided to be Steve this year, because we always make his costumes, and Steve is basically a few boxes… Not too bad.  At the bottom of the post, I’ll put pictures of some of Corey’s homemade costumes of the past, but for now, If you want to make your own Steve Halloween Costume… Here’s Steve!

So we aren’t quite done with the costume yet, but close enough to give you the basic idea.  I wanted to get this post up, so you’ll still have a bit of time to make your own Steve before Halloween.  We started with 2 boxes, that luckily, I had in the garage.  The one for the head was 12 inches by 12 inches by 12 inches… the perfect size.  The box for the body was a bit too thick, so I cut and folded and taped until I had forced the box to be 14 inches wide (shoulders) by 12 inches deep, by 22 inches tall.  This seemed to fit eleven-year-old Corey perfectly :-)

We cut a couple of holes for the arms and head, and then Corey tried it on.  Everything worked great!

Next, I had a long skinny box I was able to cut the “shirt sleeves” out of.  I used both ends of the box for the two sleeves. They measure 6 by 6 by 9.

I held the sleeves up to the body, and traced the arm cut outs from the holes in the body, and cut them out.  Turns out, I needed to cut them all the way to the bottom (see photo):

I used packing tape to tape the sleeve to the body.  You can’t see it in the photo, but I basically just wrapped strips of packing tape around the pieces you can see in the photo, that way the tape wouldn’t be visible.  And now we have sleeves!

Next step was easy. Some teal spray paint from the Home Depot, and some flesh colored spray paint for the head.

OK, the spray paint I got for the head was too light.  You can save yourself a step by getting the right color… but at the time, we were going to paint individual squares of color, and that seemed to match the lightest color.  More on that later… or now…

It was time to paint the head.  We drew 1.5 inch squares  in pencil on the front, forming a grid… Again, thinking we would paint each square to look authentic (that gave us an 8 squares by 8 squares grid).  You can see in the picture below, we tried crayons to do the hair… it became obvious it wasn’t going to work…. We decided we would go with a solid color for the face and hair, but the grid was still useful.  It made it easy to find the eyes, mouth, and hair line.  We marked all of those and cut out the eyes and mouth.  The mouth gives a little more visibility for Corey when he’s in the box.

Next, we looked at a picture of Steve and figured out what the sides should look like.  We got a ruler and marked out his hair line on the side… and then the back…  Then it was time to paint.  It just so happens, we have walls in our house that are the same color as Steve’s face and hair.  We painted the head and used some craft paint to mix up some color for his nose.  I think it’s a bit pink, but Corey was happy :-)

Next, we decided it would be easier to attach the head to the body, rather than trying to attach it to Corey’s head in some way (still refer to the picture above).  We accidentally noticed we liked the head if it was slightly tilted down, so we marked the bottom… of the sides… of the head… with a 1 inch slope from the front to the back (the line went from 1 inch on the front to 0 inch at the back).  Then I made a line about 3 inches back from the front, and notched it out (see the picture above). I notched it right up to the sloping line, and then cut along the sloping line to make a nice tilt forward (obviously, I had to do this to both sides of the head).

Then I taped the sides of the head to the body from the inside (not easy… very frustrating), and taped the back of the head to the body on the outside… the tape is visible, but it’s clear, and oh well…

I know it sounds crazy that I have all this stuff lying around the house, but… I found a piece of foam and cut it in two.  I glued it in the box for shoulder pads.  The picture below is from the inside of the box, looking at the foam next to the arm holes, and head hole.

We also made Steve’s pickaxe, but found one for sale locally and ended up using that one.  For the one we made, we basically found the Minecraft pickaxe image online, made it fit full size in a document, and printed two copies. Then glued it to a piece of cardboard, and cut it out. Cut out the second image and glued it to the cardboard… again, pictures to follow at a later date…

We did his pork chop and steak candy bucket in a similar manner…

So here’s Steve!  This is a junky picture, and I will replace it later, but for now… you can see that it worked out pretty well :-)

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And for the real Minecraft fans… Corey’s stuffed dog Rex did a video review of Minecraft:

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