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Look Who Dropped By Today: Mike Coyle

6a90f-blog_tour_badge_85_x_55It’s been a while, but I’m back with some of the great books available through Secret Cravings Publishing. Today’s blog tour visitor is Mike Coyle with his latest novel, The Best of What’s Left. 

About the Book:

Would an able bodied man choose a paraplegic woman . . . if he can look beyond the wheelchair and see the soul of the person in it?

bestWhen paraplegic Mandy Sorensen, who is an engineer for the Air Force, meets Lew Pecci she doesn’t expect love or adventure. His warning of a serious flaw on an experimental fighter plane sends them on an adventure to stop the first test flight and save the life of the pilot. They fail and the pilot is seriously injured. Mandy helps the pilot’s wife understand his predicament and reactions to the injury. As they work together they fall in love. Lew’s friends and family don’t understand his attraction to Mandy. His mother would prefer a South Philadelphia girl who is Italian and Catholic. Lew’s old girlfriend, Jessica Marrozi, fills the criteria and is more attractive. Mandy wonders if her limitations would prevent her from being the right choice for Lew. Will his tenderness and affection for Mandy let her choose The Best of What’s Left in her life?

Excerpt from the book: 

Mandy shook her head and looked at Victoria. “That’s when I thought he was an idiot. So many people just ignore me. But, after we talked awhile, I got the feeling he has a deep concern for the pilot. I like that.”

Victoria waited momentarily before making up her mind. She seemed skeptical.

“This time I’ll take a hunch. You’re a reasonable person. If you suspect something, I can ask for a test. I’m surprised he ignored you. I’d think you would be more attractive than a teenager.”

“Most men ignore me. They just don’t see women in wheelchairs as real people. If they have to talk to us, they’re polite, but they never see potential dates. I’m used to it, but it bugged me.”

“You thought he was a jerk, and you still believed him.”

“It annoyed me that he couldn’t see that I was a twenty-seven-year-old woman. I wasn’t expecting a boyfriend. Life is lonely when nobody wants to date me because they think I’m helpless.”

“You would like to have a boyfriend, wouldn’t you?”

“I would, but I’ve adjusted to the idea I won’t.”

“Could this guy be a prospect?”

“I doubt it. He ignored me until he was told who I was. I expect Lew went back home to Philadelphia. He might call, but I won’t be seeing him again.”

“Making a life for yourself is important. I tried marriage twice. Men don’t like women who are bigger than they are. My two husbands were both taller and stronger than me. They thought I should be a retiring little pipsqueak. I don’t want to be dominated. I want someone who will be an equal. I haven’t found it.”’

“An equal sounds good, but I don’t know that I’ll ever find that either.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Amanda. You’re an attractive young woman.”

“Not to most men. They look over the girls, and if they see nice bodies, then they see date material. They can’t evaluate my butt because I’m in the chair, and I don’t have what you would call an ample bosom.”

“You have a decent figure.”

“I’m not ugly, but I’m not any spectacular beauty. My bra size sounds like it belongs in the Air Force museum, a B-34. There is nothing about me that makes them look past the wheelchair.”

“You have a pretty face. It’s symmetrical. Symmetry is supposed to be the essence of beauty, isn’t it?”

“Men aren’t into geometry. They don’t see me as a suitable partner.”

“How did your game go over the weekend?”

Victoria often changed the subject to relax her employees. Mandy knew the tactic worked with her.

“The kids won.”

“You never take credit for a win.”

“The coach can lose a game, but the kids have to win it.”

Mandy went back to her desk. In about two hours, Victoria was back with the letter. She had a few changes to Mandy’s letter.

“I think you shouldn’t say why you want this done. Without proof, you shouldn’t accuse Quaker City of anything.”

“You’re right. A subtle approach is better.”

Later in the afternoon, she got a call from Lew.

“How did you do?”

“I put in a request to test the system. It will be awhile before I get an answer.”

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?”

“I was planning to fix something at home. Are you still in town?”

“I’m staying at a motel. I’m going through the want ads. I need a job. Do you want to go somewhere to eat?”

“Okay. Something light. Is there a restaurant near your motel?”

Mandy thought it might be fun. Lew had probably asked her because he was in town by himself and a little lonely.

“I thought I’d pick you up at your place.”

“It’ll be easier if I drive. That way I won’t have to transfer the chair.”

Although he seemed nice, Mandy preferred not letting him know where she lived. She wished she had used a better excuse than transferring the chair.

“If it will make it easier, you can pick me up here. It’s off Interstate 675, near a college.  I’m across the street from their arena.”

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 Author Bio


Mike Coyle is retired from a career with the US Department of Defense. He lives in southwest Ohio with his wife. They have been married for 43 years and have two sons, two daughters-in-law, and one granddaughter.

He is an enthusiastic reader. He likes contemporary and classic fiction, history and science non-fiction. He is an avid skier and enjoys hiking, playing chess, and writing. The Best of What’s Left is his first novel.



Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have published 24 manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.

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