#SixSecondSunday: P-Town Proud!

Hi Sunday Sixers! I'm excited to announce that The P-Town Queen has been nominated for Champagne Books Book for the year. I'm blown away, dazzled and gobsmacked.  This must be what the academy awards best picture nominees feel like!

In celebration, today's six is from the book.Nikki, the heroine, has gotten hold of a seal carcass, which she intends to use as shark bait. The hero, Marco, is telling the story:


“That the sheep?” I asked.
“Seal,” said Nik. “The carcass washed up in Boston. Max Groper
procured it for me. It was a very lucky find.”
“Wonder what he’ll do for your birthday,” I said.

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Nikki Silva feels like she’s blown up her life even as her brothers tease her about blowing up a boat called the Mona Lisa. Divorced, funding for her shark research cut off, she’s moved back to Provincetown to live with her father in her childhood home. Nikki hopes to regain herself. She’s written a grant proposal for the newly formed Massachusetts Bay Commission to fund a study that will get her back to the sort of research she loves. The commission is run by her ex-husband Ned, who would rather have a migraine than give money to his ex-wife.

Marco Tornetti wants to turn a hole-in-the-wall Newark spaghetti joint into a trendy bistro. His silent partner, Fat Phil Lagosa, wants to use the place to meet questionable people for questionable business deals.  When Fat Phil accuses Marco of a double cross and has him taken for a ride by one of his hit men, Marco knows he’s in too deep.

            Marco escapes the hit man and takes the first bus out of the Tri-state area, a bus chartered by the Greater Teaneck Gay Men’s Choir and headed for Provincetown. Marco  figures that Phil would never look for him in Provincetown‘s gay community. But when he meets Nikki and falls hard for her, he finds that pretending to be gay isn’t as easy as it would seem.


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#SixSentenceSunday--Who's bathroom is it, anyway?

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I'm offering up another six sentences from my new time-travel romance, The Whisper of Time. Gwynn goes to brush her teeth to find her neighbor, Slate, in her bathroom:

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 Trouble was, I’d tossed and turned for half the night. The quiet had driven me to distraction and I kept thinking about Kyle and how angry I was with him- which did not make for a restful sleep. I got up groggy at five-thirty, did a few Miss-Kitty-worthy yoga stretches, threw on sweats and a t-shirt, and stumbled down the stairs. I figured I’d run some water over my face, brush my teeth, grab some coffee and, with a little luck, I could still beat Slate to the milking shed.
I opened the bathroom door just as Slate Peck was climbing out of the claw foot tub. I slammed the door shut.

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#SixSentenceSunday: The Whisper of Time; Slate and Gwynn

 My six today are from my new release, The Whisper of Time, a time travel romance novella. Here, Slate and Gwynn are trying to ignore the attraction between them:

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Slate and I kept a careful distance. I stepped past my attraction, my growing feelings for him, as though there were raw eggs planted under my feet. I watched him though, stolen glances from the corner of my eye as we milked and watered the animals. It was a revelation, how I loved the way the muscles in his forearms corded under the weight of a grain sack, the way he whistled aimlessly, the way his hair curled over the small shell of his ear. I began believing more and more in destiny and that Slate was mine.
Still, we kept a careful distance




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#SixSentenceSunday The Whisper of Time

My novella, The Whisper of Time, is coming soon to Whisper's Publishing. This week's six come from the middle of the story:

The kiss was flight. The kind of kiss that had magic I hadn’t known existed. Or maybe it was the kind of kiss that I had known long before but had all but forgotten, like the scent of roses once they’re no longer in bloom.

We came apart, the kiss still fluttering in the air between us, but muted now and then it plunged with a heavy thought. Kyle. What was I going to do about Kyle? 

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