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Here's the link to purchase this delightful short story on Amazon. You can also look under 'my books' tab above and find links to purchase Night Bird and Man of Her Dreams. And as always, thank you so much for your support.

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For a limited time (like 2 weeks) you can get Night Bird for .99cents! I know, it's only a buck and a quarter normally, but hey, who doesn't like a sale?

Here's a sample of what readers have to say:



What a charming story! May 8, 2012

By Diane

Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase

A ship's captain washes ashore and is rescued by an angel. Literally. Emma has one gift to give the man near death--time. Time to come to terms with his death, time to rectify a wrong, time to love once more.

Teresa Blue's debut novella is a winner. Emma's earlier sacrifice tugs at the heartstrings. She's always put others before herself. You want to root for her to find the love that has been missing in her solitary life. Travis is the man who can make her whole. Well done, Ms. Blue.

 Highly Recommend May 18, 2012

By My Book Addiction and More

Format:Kindle Edition

NIGHT BIRD by author Teresa Blue is a great short story. Travis a ship captain is found by Emma a paranormal being washed up on the shore. Emma has special abilities that help the dying complete their journey to death by finishing unfinished business. In the end Travis helps Emma with some of her own dreams never completed. This story is a fast read and I highly recommend it. This book was received for the purpose of an honest review.

REVIEWED BY Rae

RATING 4.5

HEAT RATING MILD

Still need convincing?  Read on....

Travis Howland washes up on the shores of Lost Isle and into the arms of an angel.

Known as the Night Bird, Emma Samson dedicates her afterlife to a solitary existence on Lost Isle, easing the passage of the dying. When she finds Travis weak and desperate, she gives him the only gift she has--a few more days to settle his affairs before his death.

Sorely lacking in faith, Travis lives life with no thought for the future. When his lovely rescuer claims he has died, he can't believe it. He must warn his father that their ship was plundered by a greedy business partner, but only a leap of faith can save him.

Together, Emma and Travis use his last few hours to avenge the traitorous deeds that torment him, and along the way discover that love can be found in any stage of life…even after death.

I love it and even as the author, I've read it at least, oh, say a few hundred times! 

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The day I stumbled across my captain...

Judging how quick these days fly by, I decided to jump on the tail of this banner and shout-- 22 days until Night Bird is released!

I was talking with the hero, Travis Howland, over the weekend. Nothing rattles my composure like standing on the beach with a handsome sea captain. Whoa! His presence left me more than a little shaken. Suppose someone happened by? I quickly devised an excuse of searching for sea shells and let me say I got one heck of an eye full, basket full, er, whatever, you know what I mean!

Have a peek.

Anyway, I thought it’d be nice if I shared a little bit of our conversation.


Excuse me…um, Mr. Howland. What brings you to this particular part of the world, where your story takes place?
You can call me Travis. And if you're referring to the South Pacific, my Falcon and crew followed a mighty herd of sperm whale and found the real prize to be in the Pacific. An unfathomable amount of beasts inhabiting that part of the ocean. There are some Yankee whaleships who prefer the Atlantic and a 'plum-pudding cruise,’ and are content to make due with the declining number of whales rather than attempt to sail around the Horn. By our sucessful navigating we mastered Cape Horn and relied on instinct and skill, and thus were rewarded in terms of the amount of oil we secured. But I suppose you meant how did I end up here, at Lost Isle? Having grown up on Nantucket it came as no surprise to my father when I announced my desire to pursue my fortune by supplying oil to a new Industrial Revolution. A single trip can double or triple the amount of money invested. One such voyage earned nearly $90,000!
Me: That’s quite impressive. But excuse me for saying this. You don’t exactly have any oil now, do you? I mean…I don’t see a ship or even one keg.


Travis: Bah! Yes, well. Life has a way of disrupting the best laid plans, I suppose. It’s a fact, I’m on foot at the moment. Thanks to a double-crossing business partner. But I’ve written everything down in the journals aboard my ship The Falcon, which, sorry to say, is either charred or splintered wood at the bottom of the ocean. Sadly there’s nothing left to supply even a hint of my whereabouts to my family. And I wholeheartedly presumed all was lost. I actually believed there would be no justice for me and my crew or closure for my father. But all that has changed after meeting the Night Bird.

Wow! She’s beautiful! I can see why you’re not too disappointed then. I mean, it’s probably no big incovenience to find yourself shipwrecked with someone who looks like that, huh?

Travis: I agree. Emma has made this turn of events worth all of my...um, suffering.




NIGHT BIRD

“Tell me exactly what has happened these past few days?” he said, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Explain damn you! What has become of me?”
“You have died, to put it frankly.” And then more gently, she said, “Upon the beach. I found you and…gave you a new life.”
Surely, she was toying with him. And yet, he couldn't mistake the seriousness in her voice, the unbending stance as she turned in front of the window. His mind clouded with a rush of horror. The frightening visions he'd wrestled through long, dark nights. Images so horrible even the most hardened of men couldn't conjure up.
“I remember swimming endlessly, never reaching the end. And a light that drew me closer, beckoning me. Warm and reassuring, filled me with a certainty that once I’d reached it, I’d be safe.”

He turned and leveled an accusing glare. Despite the fact he was much bigger than she and could easily toss her aside, Emma didn’t back up. He couldn’t help but admire her. She’d given up many hours, days’ she claimed, to see that he had the time he so desperately needed.
He released a weary sigh and acknowledged the possibility that maybe what she said was true. “I thought it might be a lighthouse and followed it.”
As a seaman, he knew the conditions of the treacherous sea, the razor sharp rocks and icy cold water. Travis recalled the crashing blows he had endured as he fought against the waves, the biting sting as water filled his lungs. Even the strongest swimmer could not have survived such conditions.
In his heart he must accept that what she’d told him could very well be true. Maybe he had died upon the deserted beach. And she’d come to offer him the means to save his father. Would he be willing to follow this mysterious woman to aid his plight? Without question, he’d agree to whatever terms necessary if it meant saving his father.