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Product Description Title: Tantric Coconuts Binding: Hardcover Author: GregKincaid Publisher: CrownPublishingGroup(NY) About the Author GREG KINCAID, armed with degrees in both Philosophy and Law, has had a life-long fascination with neurology, philosophy, Buddhism, psychology and religion. His desire to share this spiritual wisdom with others in a light hearted and accessible way is what inspired him to pen Tantric Coconuts. He is the New York Times Bestselling author of A Dog Named Christmas, as well as the beloved novels Christmas with Tucker and A Christmas Home. Two of these three novels have been made into TV movies that achieved record-setting television audiences and rave reviews. Greg is a practicing lawyer who specializes in family law mediation. He is also a marathon runner, an active advocate for literacy, and a supporter of the humane treatment of animals. He helped start the Foster a Lonely Pet for the Holidays program that has found homes for tens of thousands of shelter dogs across the nation. The father of five children, Greg lives on a farm in eastern Kansas with his wife, two cats and two dogs. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. chapter 1 Ted Day Crossing Trails, Kansas Ted Day turned the key in the ignition of the old silver and black Winnebago 32RQ Chieftain. The battery was strong. The worn and rusted engine sputtered and hesitated but, after several cranks, started. This ruined the first excuse that had crossed Ted’s mind. After the engine smoothed out, he climbed down out of the cab and faced the crustiest old man he would ever love. His grandpa, Wild Bill Raines, was proudly smiling from the perch of his mechanized scooter. “Like I said, she always starts.” Grandpa Raines pointed to the highway that flanked the north edge of Crossing Trails, Kansas. “Take her to Colorado, California, the Rockies.” As if the advice came from personal experience, he added, “It’ll do you good to get the hell out of Crossing Trails.” His voice softened. “Ted, you need to enjoy life. I can cover your office for a few weeks.” Ted cocked his head to the right, so Grandpa Raines got out ahead of his skepticism. “I ran that law office for sixty years. I’m betting I can cover it for another week or two.” Ted couldn’t help sounding annoyed. “Grandpa, you can’t drive. Remember?” “To hell with them! I’ll be dead and buried before any man in this county can take me to court.” “Grandpa, this isn’t New York City. Crossing Trails only has two cops and you’re the only guy in town driving a 1982 Cadillac on a suspended license.” Ted moved his hands through the air like a fish swimming in the sea and added, “With a personalized license plate, shark. What do you think? You’re going to take that case to the Supreme Court?” “Logistics. That’s all it is. We’ll work it out.” Grandpa Raines rapped his knuckles on his scooter’s chrome wheel guard to distract Ted from his train of thought. “One day you’ll be old too. It happens faster than you think. When it does, you’ll look back and wonder if you lived your life right. Don’t wait until you’re an old fart to slow down and set your course straight.” He pointed his cane at the side of his cherished RV. “Being on the road allows you to clear your head and set your priorities.” Ted had no interest in spending his little vacation time sequestered in a tin house on four wheels. “Road trips sound good in theory, Grandpa, but in practice they’re not that fun. I don’t like to drive and I get carsick. The interstates are a breeding ground for strange people and awful food.” “Ted, you’re sounding wimpy. Just take the back roads and cook your own chow.” Deciding that the argument would go nowhere, Ted capitulated. “Okay, Grandpa, I’ll think about it.” “Do you realize that since you came to work for me five years ago, you’ve barely left the office? A good-looking kid like you should be enjoying life.” “Grandpa, I enjoy working. I don’t need any time off. Not now,
