Percy Peabody has it all, a spectacularly beautiful wife, a well-paying job, two picture-perfect children, a designer house in the suburbs, a ready smile and a firm handshake. He has everything but his heart. A mysterious symbol tattooed on the leg of a young woman named Autumn take him on a journey to a place where most journeys end. A place where he has a chance to find his heart. Autumn in Summer's theme of love, loss and redemption will appeal to anyone who has ever wanted a second chance. Douglas Keister has authored and co-authored thirty-nine critically acclaimed books. Autumn in Summer is his second novel. He lives in Chico, California. Visit him at www.douglaskeister.com.
Douglas gives an overview of the book:
That early December morning she awoke at 6 a. m., tossed on a blue and white dress and counted one hundred strokes as she brushed her hair. She caught herself smiling a different smile as she thought about the boy with the curly black hair. She brushed her hair another hundred strokes. Choir practice was at 6:30. It was already 6:15. Hurriedly, she went to the hall closet, grabbed a coat and raced toward the front door. Her grandmother was standing there. “I love you,”, she said, placing her hand on the girl’s heart.
“I love you too”, the girl said placing her hand on her grandmother’s heart.
“I’d like to meet him some day.” Her grandmother softly whispered to herself and smiled as the girl scampered out the door.
It was 6:20. The predawn sky illuminated the street just enough for her see that hardly a soul was stirring. The stillness was punctuated with few clouds of steam that percolated out of idling cars. It was a good thing she was wearing tennis shoes and not those ridiculous shoes those other girls were wearing. She sprinted down the street and turned down a dimly lit alley she normally didn’t go on. It would save her a half-block of travel time. The alley was lined with dumpsters, twisted bicycle carcasses, and brown paper bags wrapped around empty bottles of cheap wine. The frigid night air had turned small puddles of water into miniature skating rinks. She dashed forward weaving to avoid the patches of ice. She felt a smile form on the edges of her mouth as she thought about the boy. Lost in thought, she didn’t see the man crouched beside the dark green dumpster. All she saw was a dark form as he lunged at her. Instinctually avoiding him, she spun onto a patch of ice and went careening into a brick wall and onto the ground.
It happened so quickly she could hardly remember it. He smelled of sweat and beer and garlic. He ripped open her coat, tore her dress and slapped her across the face with a meaty hand knocking her out.
They found her an hour later curled up in a little ball beside the dumpster. One eye was swelled shut. Caked blood traced down her thigh. He’d taken away her innocence. He’d taken away her virginity. He’d taken away her smile.
It didn’t take long to find him. And the courts did what they do and sent him away. They sent her to counseling. It took some time. She couldn’t get her innocence back. She couldn’t get her virginity back. She’d probably always have problems trusting. The boy with the curly hair couldn’t deal with it. The hell with him. But she was determined, determined to get her smile back. And eventually she did. No man would ever take that away from Autumn again.
Photographer-writer Douglas Keister, has authored and co-authored thirty-nine critically acclaimed books. He also writes and illustrates magazine articles and contributes photographs and essays to dozens of magazines, newspapers, books, calendars, posters and greeting cards...
Keister has done for cemetery exploration what Audubon did for birding.