Friday, January 4

Book Excerpt: ‘Looping in Limbo’ by Ginney Etherton

An excerpt from Chapter 1 of Looping in Limbo (Lainey Tidwell Series), available at Amazon.

By Ginney Etherton

© 2012 Ginney Etherton. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

First book in Lainey Tidwell Series.
BEFORE SHE LEFT FOR GREENER pastures, Tiny Sue had been my mentor at Singing Bluffs. She was the only girl in the caddie shack who I respected – and it wasn’t because we both hovered near the five-foot mark. She’d quit two months earlier to join the Champions Tour. That’s how smart she is.

We were sitting on the dinky balcony of Sue’s motel room overlooking an asphalt parking lot. It was eight p.m., and it was ninety degrees with no breeze – way beyond the comfort zone of a coastie like me.

“And the trees. I really miss the trees,” she continued. “Lainey, do you know how artificial Pebble Beach is? Boring. I haven’t seen a course yet that has even half the character of those at the Bluffs, and I’ve looped all over the place. And the weather’s always hot and sunny. It took me a while to get used to that.”

“Yeah, well, maybe the middle of summer wasn’t the best time to leave Eden Beach,” I said, doubting my own road trip decision.

But no, however insufferable Central Oregon was compared to my home on the south coast, a weekend in Sun River was the break I needed to fully appreciate my choice to stay on at Singing Bluffs Resort. True, the guys were going to jack me around for taking off during the high season. But Larson would put me back into the first-years’ rotation without even a dirty look. He knew I was leaning towards wintering at the resort.

I’m a caddie, and it’s my job to help golfers have the game of their lives. My first four months of looping at Singing Bluffs had earned me a reputation as a solid, dependable caddie. Once guests realized that I was smarter than my top-heavy bimbo body suggested, they golfed and let me do my job.

That’s the way it went on good days. Then there were the days of gross, boys’-club losers, egotistical know-it-all assholes, and endless, stupid golf jokes and offensive slurs. But the beauty of the resort’s two links-style courses always brought me back for another day. Even in the worst eighty-mile-an-hour windstorm and with thirty pounds of golf clubs on my back, walking the fairways of the Bluffs or the Hollows is the coolest job imaginable.

Ginney Etherton lives on the Oregon coast, a short distance from famed Bandon Dunes. Visit her at


jelly andrews said...

Thanks for sharing such information. I had great time reading this one. This is really interesting. Nice posting!

Ginney Etherton said...

My belated thanks, Neil, for the push. And you, too, Jelly, for the kind words. I've been so busy writing #3 that I got behind on my blog-lurking. I don't know how you bloggers do it!