Showing posts with label chick lit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chick lit. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

#SweetSaturday: At the Darrow

Hi Saturday Samplers!
It's been an exciting week for me because my new romantic comedy, Afterglow, released on Monday. India's best friend Eva is forever getting them both into awkward situations, one of which results in the them doing community service:

It was, for Eva and me, the first night of our community service. She came over to get me after school. “Ready to do penance?” she asked. She had dressed for penance, a black t-shirt
and black jeans, the Eva-version of sack cloth.
The Darrow Street Mission’s dining room had cinder block walls that were painted an alarming shade of tennis ball yellow. The room smelled of burnt coffee and something I would have identified, if pressed, as canned peas.
“Charming,” said Eva, taking survey. “They certainly know how to enhance the whole dining experience.”
We were met in the industrial strength kitchen by an industrial sized woman named Elba. “You the convicts?” Elba asked, her dark eyes dancing over us with something like amusement.
“No,” Eva said and I said “Yes.”
“Uh huh,” Elba folded her ebony arms. “What do you know about rice?”
“Rice?” I asked. “You mean, how to cook rice?”
“What do you think I mean?” Elba asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“She’s the one who cooks.” Eva cocked a finger at me.
“I know how. To cook rice,” I offered.
“Okay. You do the rice.” Elba turned her stare on Eva. “And you clean out the storage room.”

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Afterglow Blurb:


India Othmar isn’t having a great year. Her husband of thirty-one years has left her for their son’s ex-girlfriend. Her grown children have moved home. Her best friend Eva seems determined to set her up with every oddball in their small Massachusetts town. And her most significant relationship these days is with Cherry Garcia.

But India is more resilient than she thinks. And though it will take a broken arm, a lawn littered with engine parts, some creative uses for shoes, and a scandalous love affair of her own, she learns, much to her surprise, that her life hasn’t ended with her marriage.

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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Afterglow book trailer.

Here's the book trailer for my romantic comedy, Afterglow!

Afterglow will be released in early January by Champagne Books.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Cover Reveal: Afterglow

I've got a brand new cover for my brand new romantic comedy, Afterglow!



India Othmar isn’t having a great year. Her husband of thirty-one years has left her for their son’s ex-girlfriend. Her grown children have moved home. Her best friend Eva seems determined to set her up with every oddball in their small Massachusetts town. And her most significant relationship these days is with Cherry Garcia.

But India is more resilient than she thinks. And though it will take a broken arm, a lawn littered with engine parts, some creative uses for shoes, and a scandalous love affair of her own, she learns, much to her surprise, that her life hasn’t ended with her marriage.



Afterglow is coming to Champagne Books in early January

Saturday, October 13, 2012

#Sweet Saturday Samples. Afterglow is coming in January

It's nearly time to cue up the lights and break out the bubbly.  Christmas will be here before you can say 'Is that you, Frosty?'  And in January, just as your settling in for a long winter's nap my new romantic comedy, Afterglow will arrive. Perfect for a long winter's read.


Here's a little sneak peak at Afterglow, the story of a woman of a certain age who learns that love can bring happiness  the second time around. In this scene, hero Mitch makes his feelings for heroine India clear.



I was nearly too embarrassed to face Mitch. Upending a suture kit had been bad enough, but this… I mean, here we were having a friendly dinner. And here was Red, turning it into something sordid. I did face Mitch though. I owed him an apology.
“That bit about…You’re not a boy,” I said.
            Mitch smiled. “Nice of you to acknowledge that.”
            “And Red Lansing is an idiot. An idiot who jumps to conclusions.” I could feel my face go hot. Mitch was grinning at me. “I guess it is kind of funny,” I said.
            “I don’t think it’s funny at all,” Mitch took my hand and kissed the place where the cast had been. Which, had I wanted to delude myself, could have been misconstrued as a friendly kiss. The next kiss, though, was a direct hit. On the lips, with feeling, and there was no misconstruing that at all.
            Mitch took my chin in his hand. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you showed up in my ER,” he said.
            “I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered out.
            “Maybe you should think about it,” Mitch said. “I’ll go home and you can think about it.” He fished his car keys from his pocket and let himself out the door. Halfway down the stairs he stopped and turned. “Don’t think too long,” he said. And then he was gone.



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