conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Secrets at Sweetwater Cove about Lake, Smith, Mountain with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author and her husband Ron live at Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia, with their two dogs, Angus and Yellow Dawg. A member of Virginia Writers Club and a long-time member of Lake Writers, Sally specializes in writing mysteries. When she s not writing or spending time with friends and family including her 12 grandchildren she enjoys reading, kayaking, photography, playing bridge, dancing with her husband and riding horses. Her second novel, Secrets at Sweetwater Cove, is a mystery/suspense set at Smith Mountain Lake.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Her second novel, Secrets at Sweetwater Cove, is a mystery/suspense set at Smith Mountain Lake.. When she s not writing or spending time with friends and family including her 12 grandchildren she enjoys reading, kayaking, photography, playing bridge, dancing with her husband and riding horses. A member of Virginia Writers Club and a long-time member of Lake Writers, Sally specializes in writing mysteries.the author and her husband Ron live at Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia, with their two dogs, Angus and Yellow Dawg
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Secrets at Sweetwater Cove
  She'd dialed her sister in New Bern, North Carolina, left a message on her answering machine saying she hoped she could get there that evening. But she hadn't slept at all last night, was starting out tired. If she had to, she would stop in some little town, spend the night in a cheap motel.
  Etta loaded the suitcases, a pillow and comforter, maps, and a food-filled cooler in the trunk of her old red Capri.
  She walked back inside her rented house at the far end of a mile-long gravel road. She loved this place, her home for the last four years. A few good neighbors lived along the road. If she ever needed help, she knew they'd come. But to tell them about Butch would put their lives in danger. She refused to do that.
  Huge old oaks and poplars surrounded the tiny house, and there was a cleared space for a small garden. Her landlord plowed it for her every year. The rent was reasonable, the landlord kept the yard mowed and raked, and he maintained the home's exterior. And if Etta wanted to spruce up the inside, he'd always been happy to supply the paint and any wallpaper she selected. Etta, a good housekeeper, was proud of her little house and how neat and clean she kept it. Folks who visited always remarked on its appearance, said it smelled like homemade apple pie. Fond thoughts of friends, neighbors and fellow workers at Bedford Memorial Hospital ran through her mind. She wished she could take the things she'd accumulated over the last few years, things like framed pictures she'd bought at Wal-Mart, pretty knickknacks she'd acquired at yard sales, stuff that helped make a house a home, gave it that lived-in feeling.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Secrets at Sweetwater Cove
  She'd dialed her sister in New Bern, North Carolina, left a message on her answering machine saying she hoped she could get there that evening. But she hadn't slept at all last night, was starting out tired. If she had to, she would stop in some little town, spend the night in a cheap motel.
  Etta loaded the suitcases, a pillow and comforter, maps, and a food-filled cooler in the trunk of her old red Capri.
  She walked back inside her rented house at the far end of a mile-long gravel road. She loved this place, her home for the last four years. A few good neighbors lived along the road. If she ever needed help, she knew they'd come. But to tell them about Butch would put their lives in danger. She refused to do that.
  Huge old oaks and poplars surrounded the tiny house, and there was a cleared space for a small garden. Her landlord plowed it for her every year. The rent was reasonable, the landlord kept the yard mowed and raked, and he maintained the home's exterior. And if Etta wanted to spruce up the inside, he'd always been happy to supply the paint and any wallpaper she selected. Etta, a good housekeeper, was proud of her little house and how neat and clean she kept it. Folks who visited always remarked on its appearance, said it smelled like homemade apple pie. Fond thoughts of friends, neighbors and fellow workers at Bedford Memorial Hospital ran through her mind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Carole and Monique dived inside the Jeep and slammed the doors. In the driver's seat, Aurora spun the car around and pushed on the gas seconds before the men in the Humvee fired. In the rearview mirror, she saw Monique's car explode into flames. The Humvee didn't even slow down.
  Aurora stomped on the brakes. The Humvee shot past the Jeep, ground to a stop. Aurora waited. Carole and Monique peered over the seat. Carole cocked her.22.
  The Humvee's door opened. A man jumped out, ran toward the Jeep. When a bullet ripped into his back, he screamed and collapsed to the road.
  Monique looked up at them. Tears streaked her cheeks. "He's not breathing and I cain't find a pulse. We have to start CPR."
  A deep growl rose from King's throat. He barked, ran to Aurora, barked again. Expecting the Humvee to pop back into sight, she stared up the road. She heard sirens, saw blue lights blinking in the opposite direction. Seconds later, three police cars and a rescue vehicle arrived. Luke and Sam followed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Luke and Sam followed. In the driver's seat, Aurora spun the car around and pushed on the gas seconds before the men in the Humvee fired. In the rearview mirror, she saw Monique's car explode into flames. The Humvee didn't even slow down.
  Aurora stomped on the brakes. The Humvee shot past the Jeep, ground to a stop. Aurora waited. Carole and Monique peered over the seat. Carole cocked her.22.
  The Humvee's door opened. A man jumped out, ran toward the Jeep. When a bullet ripped into his back, he screamed and collapsed to the road.
  Monique looked up at them. Tears streaked her cheeks. "He's not breathing and I cain't find a pulse. We have to start CPR."
  A deep growl rose from King's throat. He barked, ran to Aurora, barked again. Expecting the Humvee to pop back into sight, she stared up the road. She heard sirens, saw blue lights blinking in the opposite direction. Seconds later, three police cars and a rescue vehicle arrived.Carole and Monique dived inside the Jeep and slammed the doors.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After the deputies left, Aurora removed cheese straws and ham biscuits from the oven, stirred the meatballs in the crock pot, and placed the food on the dining room table beside platters of shrimp, tea sandwiches, lemon bars and cakes.
  She looked around at her old and new friends. Carole and Luke, Uncle Charlie and Dixie Lee, Robert and Jill, and Monique were there. Also there were Mac and Sue, who had grown fond of Etta and had driven up from Greenville with Etta and planned to stay a couple of nights. Hessie's doctor thought the visit would be too much for her. Because the huge amount of media coverage kept The Eagle's Perch filled and Yvonne busy in the kitchen, Yvonne and Paul Bateman sent their regrets. Kurt Karver sat at his parents' feet.
  Suggestions flew through the room. "Before Mom's Alzheimer's disease, Dad participated as a driver with Bedford Ride," Aurora said. "Often the clients would have no other way of getting medical treatment. If you're interested, I'll tell you more about it later."
  Etta stood, said that she and Mouser planned to live with her sister in New Bern. "It makes sense to me," she said. "I like my little house in Cifax, but I can never live there again. Too many bad memories. Mouser and I almost died in that house. And New Bern is close to Greenville, so I'll get to visit with Sue and Mac often."
  Two weeks later, Aurora leaned on the board fence and stared at the pasture. Sam walked up behind her, touched her shoulder. She jumped.