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Friday, May 23, 2014

Finding Home by Tammy L. Grace (Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway)

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Author Guest Post

Host A Book Club Meeting For Finding Home
Book One Of The Hometown Harbor Series
By: Tammy L. Grace



I’ve been a member of various book clubs over the years. Some I have enjoyed and others not so much. I don’t like to feel like a book is homework and a weight on my shoulders. I read for enjoyment and if a book doesn’t hold my attention or make me care about the characters, I toss it and won’t read it. I also like clubs made up of different age groups and experiences. I want each member to participate and feel free to share her opinions.

Other pluses that add to the fun include refreshments, music, decorations, and a style that evokes the setting or feel of the book. With these thoughts in mind, I’d like to share some ideas to consider when hosting a meeting featuring Finding Home.

Food won’t be a problem since the main character, Sam, loves to bake. You may want to include a selection of pies for dessert. An apple streusel, chocolate cream, and lemon meringue would be yummy. A batch of brownies would also be appropriate. If you serve a meal you could make seafood pasta and add some fresh baked bread or do a homemade soup and crispy salad.

Much of the story takes place in Sam’s coffee shop, so make sure to stock up on a selection of teas and brew some coffee. Iced tea and lemonade would be a nice addition for summer meetings.

Finding Home is set in the picturesque island community of Friday Harbor. Put on some soft music, perhaps nature sounds of the waves on the beach, or an instrumental by Yiruma. Fresh cut flowers and simple glass vases filled with sand and pebbles the color of sea glass along with a few shells or sand dollars would be ideal décor. Anything with whales, water, or kayaks would add to the ambiance.

There’s no need to dress up, since most of the characters are casual and jeans and t-shirts or sweaters will suffice. Unless your club has a daring member who wishes to portray the town man-eater, Brenda, and dress in a clingy, low cut dress!

Some of my favorite scenes in Finding Home include conversations around the fire pit or on the deck of Sam’s fabulous house. If you have the luxury of a fire pit or a deck, it would be a wonderful place to gather your favorite bibliophiles for a discussion. Dogs are welcome since Zoe and Bailey are practically main characters.

We have the menu, music, décor, and style. Now get ready for a fun conversation and discuss your favorite characters and scenes.

~Does anyone in the group relate to Sam’s problems and emotions in the first part of the book?

~Has anyone ever moved to a new place not knowing anyone?

~Discuss the pros and cons of living in a small community.

~How would you handle the unexpected news Sam receives?

~Discuss the underlying themes of forgiveness and trust in the book.

The second book in the series, Home Blooms, is now available on Amazon.com.

Return to the picturesque island community where you’ll check in with your old friends and meet a few new ones along the way.

Linda is knee deep in bouquets and boutonnieres, designing a beautiful ceremony for Sam and Jeff. The bride’s matchmaking plot takes shape as she volunteers her best friend, Max, to help Linda create the perfect wedding.

Linda and Max are thrown together when a tragedy threatens to destroy the honeymooners’ newfound happiness before they have the possibility of a life together. Compelled to make some changes in life, Linda uncovers a family secret that causes her to question her existence and leads her on a search for the truth.

As Max begins to penetrate the protective walls around Linda’s heart, a visit from her youth causes her to risk it all. While struggling between the past and the future, Linda has a chance to let more than her flowers bloom.



About The Author




Born and raised in Nevada, Tammy L. Grace loved reading at a young age. With the help of her middle school teacher, she discovered the joy of writing. After spending a career in local and state government service, she retired and finally has the time to dedicate to writing.

When Tammy isn't working on ideas for a novel, she's spending time with family and friends or supporting her addiction to books and chocolate. She and her husband have one grown son and a spoiled golden retriever.


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Book Review



Finding Home by Tammy L. Grace
Book 1: A Hometown Harbor Novel
Publisher: Lone Mountain Press
Publication Date: January 21, 2014
Format: Paperback - 254 pages
             Kindle - 429 KB
ISBN: 0991243404
ASIN: B00HZJ6W7E
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women's Fiction


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Book Description:

Finding Home is a coming of age novel, but for a middle-aged woman devastated by past heartaches and loss, who flees to a small island expecting a change of scenery and discovers much more.

Shattered by her husband's infidelities after twenty-five years of marriage, Sam Collins is plagued by constant fear and loneliness, reliving the tragic death of her parents and the betrayal by the man she loved. She leaves Seattle seeking relief from the relentless darkness that has swallowed her. With only her dog for companionship, she sets out to live in her vacation home on San Juan Island.

In her search for a carpenter, she meets the handsome and very available, Jeff Cooper. Sam's not looking for romance, but can't deny the attraction to the retired firefighter, turned handyman. While working together and eating her pies, Jeff finds himself falling for her.

The past she wrestles to let go of comes hurtling back when she least expects it. In an effort to help a struggling young man, she is forced to confront the anguish she is desperate to escape. While torn between love and friendship, she must face her fears and choose between the life she's known and a chance for a family and home she's been longing for all her life.


Book Excerpt:


“How long were you married?”

“Twenty-five years, last summer. We were married after graduation. He finished law school and I got my MBA and ran the company. We lived in my parents’ home.”

“I hope he didn’t take advantage of you in the divorce, with him being a lawyer. I don’t trust lawyers much,” said the woman, with distaste.

“No. Actually, when we were married Marty made sure the company and the house would always be mine. He wanted my grandparents to know he wasn’t looking for money. My parents were very successful.” She paused. “I still can’t believe I’m here now. I thought things were fine, but I found out he’d been cheating on me…for years. I’m just glad my grandparents are gone, so they didn’t have to witness Marty’s betrayal. They would have been devastated.”

The woman’s eyes widened, “That’s a dreadful surprise.”

“Yes, it was. I’ve always been a workaholic and had worked to expand the company, opening offices around the world. I received an offer for it, and after talking with Marty, decided to sell. He seemed so excited about the prospect of an early retirement. We were both approaching fifty and would have the means to work less and play more,” smiled Sam.

The woman smiled back. “I think you’re a strong and capable woman. You can still have fun and start your new adventure.”

“That’s what I finally decided. I need to get away from the constant reminders and start fresh. I spent summers here as a child and since I have a lovely home here, it made sense.”

The woman rubbed her hands together and pulled her coat closer. “I wish you the best and I hope you find everything you’re looking for. I’m afraid I’ve got to move inside out of the cold.” She stopped to pet Zoe and turned to go through the deck doors.

“Have a wonderful visit with your family. Thanks for chatting with me.” Sam waved as the woman toddled away.

Sam laughed to herself. She hadn’t wanted to engage in conversation, but in truth it had helped her to talk about it. The smooth motion of the ferry was soothing and the slowness generated more memories. She smiled thinking of the family house with its Italian inspired villa-like architecture. Her mother and father had purchased it after their business success and it had been a substitute for them after they died.

She felt herself growing weepy thinking she was leaving the only home she had known. Lately though, it hadn’t seemed like home and wasn’t offering her the comfort it once had, which was why Sam found herself on a ferry today, resolved to start a new life. Sam didn’t sell the house in Shoreline; she wanted to have the security of being able to go back to it. But for now, the pain of realizing her family home had been a love nest for Marty’s trysts left her hurt and angry.

The sun was still peeking through the clouds as the ferry crawled towards Friday Harbor. She gave Zoe a drink from a bottle of water, dug a treat from her pocket, and the dog settled in to nap for the rest of the ride. Sam mulled over the past, not believing her life could be so different than she had planned.

Sam had traveled the world for business, without Marty. She was the consummate professional, accomplished and capable. She never relied on him, but as she inched toward the island it all seemed overwhelming and she thought she might have made a huge mistake. She knew she could never forget his infidelities, but maybe she should have stayed in her own house and made the best of it. It was all too confusing and Sam had never been so unsure. Her usual confidence and self-esteem had been eaten away during the past year. The absence of her parents had left a deep scar in Sam’s heart and she missed them more than ever today. She longed to hear her mom reassure her and feel her dad’s strong hug.

European river cruises, white sand beaches, Australian adventures, and castles of Ireland that once beckoned from the brochures on her nightstand, were now only dreams that had been torn apart by the man she had loved and trusted. Instead of exotic travel, her future held a quaint island where she hoped the fond recollections of the past would wrap around her like a cozy blanket.

For almost a year she had been suffering and plunging deeper into her own dark thoughts. She had lost over twenty pounds and forced herself to eat, when she remembered. She knew she needed something fresh to focus on and the prospect of a new business venture and warm memories drew her to Friday Harbor.

Her musings were interrupted when the ferry captain made the announcement to instruct passengers to report back to their vehicles for arrival in Friday Harbor. "That's us, Zoe. Let's go," Sam said, as she took hold of Zoe's leash and headed downstairs.

As she guided Zoe between the narrow vehicle paths, she spotted the vivid green sticker proclaiming her golden retriever was smarter than any fifth grader. She reached the SUV, loaded Zoe, and after squeezing through the sliver of space the door allowed without smacking the car next to her, rested in the driver’s seat. Cars around her were starting and her lane began to creep forward, exiting the ferry.

As the metal planks of the ferry apron thumped under the weight of her car, she admired the charming shops and buildings neighboring the harbor, looking as if washed in colors from a box of artist pastels. She glanced up at a sign posted on the corner. It read, Welcome to Friday Harbor—Your Hometown Harbor. She could only hope it would prove true. "Well, girl, here we go. Let's go see our new house and get settled," Sam said, as she drove off the landing onto Front Street, determined not to let the weight of lost dreams crush her.


My Book Review:

In her debut novel, Finding Home, author Tammy L. Grace weaves a lighthearted tale about a middle-aged woman who embarks on a journey of self-discovery and a fresh start to her life, and along the way finds an unexpected and pleasant second chance at love.

After twenty-five years of marriage, fifty year old Sam Cooper discovered that her husband Marty had been cheating on her for years. Following the divorce, Sam decides to move from her Seattle home with Zoe, her Golden Retriever, and starts her life anew at her waterfront vacation home in Friday Harbor, on the picturesque San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington. Needing something to focus on since she sold her family's software company, Sam purchases a new business venture in town, a book store/coffee house. When the book store is in need of renovations, Sam hires Jeff Cooper, a retired firefighter / turned local handyman to make the updates to the store. A friendship quickly develops between Sam and Jeff, and an attraction between the two simmers below the surface. Who could have known that simply seeking solace and peace on the tranquil San Juan Islands would lead Sam on a journey of self-discovery, finding a new home and place to belong, new beginnings, and an unexpected second chance at love?

Finding Home is a wonderful story about a middle-aged woman who rediscovers herself and possesses the courage, strength, and determination to start her life anew. The author easily transports the reader to the quaint seaside town of Friday Harbor on the San Juan Islands, where the sights and sounds of the town and island come alive with her rich descriptions. As Sam and Jeff's heartwarming story unfolds, you can't help but feel like you are a part of the friendly community of Friday Harbor.

As I approach my own fiftieth birthday, I found it easy to connect with Sam. I admired Sam's ability to leave behind her painful past for a fresh start that held a promise of wonderful new beginnings. I enjoyed that this story featured a mature romance between Sam and Jeff that slowly developed out of their friendship, it was like a breath of fresh air that left me satisfied and with a smile on my face.

Finding Home is an enjoyable story that features realistic characters; rich and vivid descriptions of the setting; and a wonderful storyline interwoven with emotion, romance, and intriguing twists that will keep you turning the pages. I look forward to returning to the picturesque San Juan Island community in Home Blooms, the second book in the Hometown Harbor Novel series.


RATING: 4 STARS  
                                     





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Monday, May 19, 2014

Pressed Pennies by Steven Manchester (Author Guest Post / Book Review)

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Author Guest Post

My Writing Process
By: Steven Manchester


I suppose I discovered the writing world by accident – or perhaps it discovered me. I’d just returned home from Operation Desert Storm, and was working as a prison investigator in Massachusetts. Needless to say, there was great negativity in my life at that time. I decided to return to college to finish my degree in Criminal Justice. During one of the classes, the professor talked about police work but nothing else. I finally raised my hand and asked, “The criminal justice system is vast. What about the courts, probation, parole – corrections?” He smiled and told me to see him after class. I thought I’d finally done it! In his office, he explained, “There’s no written material out there on corrections or prisons, except from the slanted perspective of inmates.” He smiled again and dropped the bomb. “If you’re so smart,” he said, “why don’t you write it?” Nine months later, I dropped the first draft of 6-5; A Different Shade of Blue on his desk. From then on, I was hooked. I was a writer.

I’d written a lot at my job (report writing), but it all started with my college professor’s challenge. Perhaps because of my age and experience, I understood right away that writing is a craft that takes time to evolve; to mature, so I spent the next several years PRACTICING my chosen craft. Under the pen name, Steven Herberts, I wrote in every venue of print I could get my name in: newspaper, magazine, etc. I also penned two collections of poetry, and wrote drafts for two more books. After five solid years of writing, I finally believed that I’d found my voice; MY STYLE – and was ready to contact an agent.

The greatest challenge for me has been time. First and foremost, I am a dad and my children come first. After that, there are other responsibilities that need my attention. Yet, my passion to write has constantly gnawed at my soul. To overcome the obstacle of time, I made writing a priority over watching TV and sometimes even sleeping. Once my family is taken care of and the world closes its eyes, I’m up for a few more hours each day – chasing my dreams on paper.

It has taken thousands of words, hundreds of pages, before I finally identified with a particular genre. I decided that my voice was a more sensitive one: a male perspective to a female audience.

Now that I have nearly two decades of writing and getting published under my belt, I enjoy trying to help new writers break in. My advice is always the same:

o Be true to yourself, always.
o Write constantly.
o Keep the faith!!!
o And NEVER, EVER, EVER quit. Most people in this industry would agree that more than talent or skill or even luck, perseverance is the one trait that will always get the job done.
o Knock on every door you can, and keep knocking. I promise that eventually someone will open and the warmth you feel on your face will more than validate every hour spent alone in the darkness.




About The Author




Steven Manchester is the author of the The Rockin' Chair, as well as the #1 best seller, Twelve Months (2013 San Francisco Book Festival award winner). He is also the author of Goodnight, Brian, A Christmas Wish, Pressed Pennies, The Unexpected Storm: The Gulf War Legacy, Jacob Evans, and several books under the pseudonym, Steven Herberts. His work has appeared on NBC's Today Show, CBS's The Early Show, CNN’s American Morning and BET’s Nightly News. Recently, three of Steven's short stories were selected "101 Best" for Chicken Soup for the Soul series. When not spending time with his beautiful wife, Paula, or his four children, this Massachusetts author is promoting his works or writing.


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Pressed Pennies by Steven Manchester
Publisher: The Story Plant
Publication Date: May 13, 2014
Format: Paperback - 355 pages
             Kindle - 716 KB
             Nook - 2 MB
ISBN: 1611881358
ASIN: B00J1K3TJO
Genre: Contemporary Romance


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Book Description:

Rick and Abby grew up together, became best friends, and ultimately fell in love. Circumstance tore them apart in their early teens, though, and they went on to lives less idyllic than they dreamed about in those early days. Rick has had a very successful career, but his marriage flat-lined. Abby has a magical daughter, Paige, but Paige's father nearly destroyed Abby's spirit.

Now fate has thrown Rick and Abby together again. In their early thirties, they are more world-weary than they were as kids. But their relationship still shimmers, and they're hungry to make up for lost time. However, Paige, now nine, is not nearly as enthusiastic. She's very protective of the life she's made with her mother and not open to the duo becoming a trio. Meanwhile, Rick has very little experience dealing with kids and doesn't know how to handle Paige. This leaves Abby caught between the two people who matter the most to her. What happens when the life you've dreamed of remains just inches from your grasp?

Pressed Pennies is a nuanced, intensely romantic, deeply heartfelt story of love it its many incarnations, relationships in their many guises, and family in its many meanings. It is the most accomplished and moving novel yet from a truly great storyteller of the heart.


Book Excerpt:


A mix of playful conversation and alcohol set the night’s happy mood. Rick was tipping his third beer at the season’s final bash when he looked up and saw her. He nearly choked on his drink. She was his age, pretty with an athletic build. She had gorgeous wavy chestnut hair with beautiful dark eyes that matched. She had a mysterious confidence about her and a smile that men would die for. Rick swore she had an aura from her head to her feet. At that moment, he thought, I have to meet her. His mind filled with questions that needed answers: Who does she know at the party? Who can I get her background from? Who can introduce us? As his mind raced, Carol walked over with the beauty. And as they got closer, it hit him. “Oh, my God!” he said.

“Rick, this is…” the friendly hostess began to introduce with a smile.

“Abby!” Rick interrupted. “I can’t believe it.” It was her. It was Abby Gerwitz, his childhood sweetheart. He searched her eyes and a thousand memories—happy childhood pictures—flooded his mind. And then he recalled the pain he’d felt on the day they were forced to say goodbye.

After an unforgettable summer, Abby and the neighborhood gang received the terrible tidings. Rick—then known as Richard—gathered the gang in his backyard. He felt ready to cry. “I’ve got some bad news, guys,” he said.

“Oh, God,” Tracy blurted.

“Yeah?” asked Vinny.

“What’s is it?” Grant asked.

Richard looked at Abby. She was frozen.

“My dad was promoted to lieutenant, and he has to transfer to another prison across the state.” There was a long, painful pause. “We’re going to have to move away…next week.”

It was a lie. They were moving, sure enough, but Richard’s dad hadn’t been promoted. The hospital bills from his mom’s car accident—where a drunk driver had stolen away her life—had finally broken them. It was a matter of money or more precisely the lack of it. Richard silently vowed that he’d never be put in the same position—ever. No matter what I have to do, he swore to himself.

While the rest of his friends hung their heads and complained, Abby burst out crying and ran for her house.

As Rick recalled, it was well past midnight when he finally surrendered to the tossing and turning. Rolling out of bed, he maneuvered past several moving boxes, stepped up to the window and pulled back the curtain. Wilbur Avenue was deserted and silent. From left to right—as if he was branding the picture into his mind forever—he carefully scanned every detail of the place he could no longer call home. Although one good memory after another played out before him, a sharp pain pricked his heart. No one was watching, so he allowed the tears to flow. Once he’d arrived at the farthest reaches of his vantage point, he forced his swollen eyes to work their way back and absorb more of his past. “Why do we have to leave?” he muttered. “Why?” Before long, his shoulders rocked back and forth to the rhythm of his quiet sobs.

The very next morning, gray clouds hovered over Wilbur Avenue. Richard’s dad and grandma made their goodbyes quick and waited in the overstuffed station wagon for Richard.

Richard had never said goodbye before. The pain was alien. It hurt something awful to face Abby. Overwhelmed with emotion, it took him a while to speak. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.

“Well, I guess…” Richard muttered, and choked on the words. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled the curled brim of his ball cap down further over his eyes.

Through sniffles, Abby finally said, “You can come back and visit, right?”

“Sure.” Richard was fighting to be strong and dared not speak more than a word.

Abby lifted the brim of his hat. “Goodbye, Richard,” she whimpered.

Richard placed his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “No Abby…I’ll be seein’ ya,” he whispered, and with one surge of courage kissed her on the lips.

While Abby’s eyes went wide, he pulled his baseball cap back over his eyes, jumped into the family station wagon and never looked back. One cruel moment later, the Giles family drove away.

Though Richard and Abby promised to keep in touch, frequent phones calls and detailed letters gradually became an occasional event until adolescence rearranged priorities and their communication ceased altogether.

Back in the present, Abby gasped. “Richard? Is it really you?”

Rick grinned. “It’s Rick now,” he said.

Her smile turned mischievous. “Okay, Richard.”

He stood to meet her embrace and squeezed her tight. “My God, it’s been so long. How have you been?”

She pulled away to peer into his eyes and, without a word, returned to their embrace.

While they hugged over the unexpected reunion, Carol was clearly pleased with herself—as if she’d known there was history between them. “Abby just moved into the neighborhood, Rick…three houses down from us. It appears that you two have a lot in common, so I’ll leave you to it.” Carol smiled widely before strutting away.

“So you’re living on Freedom Avenue now…near these crazy people?” Rick asked. He couldn’t believe it, but his palms were actually sweaty. He looked into her sparkling eyes and experienced arrhythmia for the first time in his life.

“I am,” Abby said before looking down at his left hand and then back into his eyes. “You’re not married?” she asked, blushing slightly over the impulsive question.

“Happily divorced,” he answered.

“Then you must have a creep for an ex-husband too?” she teased. Her tone was gentle and there was a soft light playing around her eyes.

“I do,” Rick said. “His name’s Rose.”

Abby chuckled and took the seat beside her old friend. Her laugh was absolutely contagious.

For a few moments, neither spoke a word. And then Abby’s face blushed again when Rick caught her staring. She looked away. Rick was thrilled over the obvious chemistry between them.

Rick cracked open a fresh beer and offered it to her. His hands were almost trembling. No one has ever had this effect on me, he thought. No one. He was legitimately nervous.

She shook her head. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer,” she said, and then stared straight into his soul. “So you did the divorce thing too, huh?”

He shrugged. “I did. Seems like the ‘in thing’ these days.”

“Any kids?” she asked, shifting from one hip to the other.

Rick’s eyes lit up. “Zachary…the love of my life. He just turned two.” He took a swig of beer. “I’m thinking about getting him a bigger bowl.”

Abby’s eyebrow rose in confusion.

“Zachary’s my gold fish,” Rick explained, chuckling.

Even through the laughter, Abby kept staring. At one point, she slid closer to him.

Her presence felt so comfortable and familiar to Rick. “And you… any kids?” he asked.

“Paige,” Abby answered, with the same twinkle in her eyes. “She’ll be nine next week…just old enough to be brokenhearted.”

Rick nodded. “Boy problems?”

“No. Daddy problems.” She shook her head, the twinkle gone. “Her father hasn’t made a whole lot of time for her lately,” she explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” As a light drizzle began to fall, Rick leaned into Abby’s face. She smelled as good as she looked.

Abby nodded, but quickly changed the subject. “So how long have you known Carol?” she asked.

“Too long,” Rick answered with a smirk. “Actually, I met Danny in college and met Carol after their first date. He was my business colleague for a while. He and Carol have been together for almost three years now. She’s great. She loves Danny’s two boys like they’re her own.”

“Business colleagues?”

“Investments. Stocks, bonds… really, really important stuff like that,” he added, sarcastically.

“You two still together?” she asked.

“Nope. Danny and I have broken up. I recently discovered that I liked sunshine a little more than fluorescent light.” He thought for a moment. “I just started doing some consulting work, and I write a little now.”

“You do? That’s great!” Abby said. She smiled like an angel. “I’d love to see some of your writing.”

Rick’s skin tingled over the suggestion.

Beneath a wet sky, the rest of the night was spent getting caught up. For Rick, it felt like old times—even though he had no idea who Abby was as an adult.

They reminisced first about Rick’s grandma and father. “So how are they?” Abby asked. “I always loved them, you know.”

He smiled. “Dad lives in New Hampshire now, working with delinquent kids.”

She smiled, her head cocked. “Did he ever remarry?”

“No. He’s never stopped loving my mom enough to pursue another woman. I guess in his own way he still grieves her death.”

Abby’s mouth twisted slightly, forming itself into a frown; she was clearly touched by the undying love the man had for his wife. “I think Grandma’s right,” Rick added. “When my dad passes, I’m betting that he and my ma will spend eternity making up for lost time.”

Abby nearly cooed at the sweet sentiment. “I’ll never forget his dog, Roy,” she said.

Rick took a sip of beer and chuckled. “Believe it or not, he actually has Roy’s grandson now—Ray.”

She shook her head and laughed. “Roy and now Ray. What was the dog’s name in between?”

“Screw Up.”

Abby was sent into a state of hysterics.

Rick shrugged and laughed along with her.

“And Grandma?” she asked, regaining her composure.

Rick nodded. “Still spry and spunky…just a really cool person. You know her motto: ‘The body doesn’t wear out, it rusts.’ She’s still listening to her music and raising holy hell.”

Abby smiled at the familiar phrase.

“And she got married,” Rick said.

“Married?”

“Yep. His name is Bill Stryker and they’re perfect for each other.” He took another swig of beer. “She still makes me sit for dinner every Sunday.” Rick then asked about Abby’s parents.

There was a sad pause. “My mom passed away,” Abby said, “from a lack of purpose, I’d say. And I haven’t spoken to my father for a few years now.” She tried to shake off the pain. “We no longer share a relationship… just some really bad memories. I imagine he’s still committing suicide the long way.”

“Drinking?”

“Yup, still doing laps in his bottle.”

Rick put his beer on the table and quickly changed the subject.

“Have you heard from any of the old Wilbur Avenue gang?”

Abby’s smile returned. “From what I hear, Vinny became an attorney and is living with his wife in Vermont.” She thought for a moment. “I don’t know how anyone could stand to live with him.”

Rick laughed.

“Tracy became a psychologist and moved to Utah.”

“Married?” Rick asked.

“A-sexual, I think.”

They both laughed. Rick couldn’t stop staring at her great smile and adorable dimples.

“Actually, I heard she lives with her lesbian lover and goes by the new name Cheyenne.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Abby shook her head.

“Good for her,” Rick said.

“But I haven’t heard anything about Grant,” Abby added.

Rick leaned forward. “You’re not going to believe this, but the first day I walked into college…there was Grant talking to some pretty, unsuspecting freshman.”

Abby shook her head.

“I still see him every Tuesday night,” Rick said. “We shoot a little pool and a whole lot of bull.”

She was shocked. “How is he?”

“The same…emotionally amputated; socially challenged.”

As the laughter continued, she asked, “Do you remember the last time your dad brought us all to Lincoln Park? Believe it or not, I still think about that sometimes.”

“Are you kidding?” Rick said. “I could live a hundred lifetimes and never forget that day!” And without his permission, his mind immediately raced back to the smack of screen doors and the echoes of foolish, barefooted children running toward the future.

As a going away gift to Richard and his friends, Jim Giles announced, “I’m treating you all to Lincoln Park.” It was a local amusement park that was famous for its epic Easter egg hunts and The Comet—the largest and most feared roller coaster on the East Coast. The park also had the reputation of hosting some lifelong memories from early spring until late fall.

Jim Giles pulled the station wagon into the front of the park and shut off the ignition. From sheer excitement, the back doors flew open and Richard, Abby, Grant, Tracy and Vinny piled out like a trained circus act. They waited. Jim Giles never opened his door.

Richard ran around to his father’s window. “Aren’t you comin’, Dad?” he asked, still resentful over their upcoming move.

Jim handed his son some money and winked. “This is your day,” he said, and then looked at Abby beside Richard. “Stay together, all right?”

They both nodded. “Absolutely,” said Richard. “I’ll be seein’ ya.”

“We will,” Abby promised.

Richard’s father smiled. “Meet me back here at six,” he said, and drove away from the curb.

The gang watched as the wood-paneled wagon disappeared into traffic. They looked at each other and smiled. They’d been set loose for one last hoorah. This entire day was going to be their last great adventure together. Past the roller-skating rink and bowling alley out front, they sprinted toward the ticket gate.

Murals of smiling clowns holding balloons and lollipops beckoned them inside. A hand stamp cost five dollars and fifty cents and allowed them to ride all the rides for the day. Once paid, the land of thrill seekers, big crowds and long lines opened up to them. “That’s expensive,” Richard blurted, while Grant discreetly talked Tracy into paying his fare.

Three steps in and a slew of stimuli nudged them into a frenzy of squeals and high-fives. Flashing lights, carnival sounds and joyous screams filled the park. From popcorn to vomit, the smells were overwhelming. A world of vivid colors—dark reds and yellows and blues—covered everything. One look around, and it was clear that romance could blossom here, as well. Richard glanced over at Abby to find her staring at him. Smiling to himself, he turned, waved his friends toward him and ran for the rides. “Come on!”

Everyone took chase.

The gang worked its way through the park. Hidden speakers spouting the moans and wails of ghouls and mutants soon had them standing before The Monster Ride. “Looks like Old Lady MacDonald’s place,” Richard said and everyone agreed. Those who dared to ride were greeted by gaudy, lurking statues of hideous creatures with horns, sharp teeth and insane eyes. Of course, to the older, more discerning eye, the giant plaster of Paris knick-knacks were no less than absurd.

Richard led his friends toward the unknown. Tracy wouldn’t hear of it. “Come on, Scaredy-Cat,” Grant taunted. It didn’t matter. No matter how much teasing they heaped on, Grant and Vinny were forced to share a car. Abby had already jumped in with Richard.

From the moment the car hit the double doors and entered pitch darkness, Abby shut her eyes and never opened them. While hideous mannequins waited in the shadows, the car took jerky turns on a squeaky track. “Eeeek,” Abby squealed, while Richard did his best not to laugh. Through all the screaming, the smells of the midway wafted in, while several rays of sunlight streamed through the cracks in the old, wooden boards. Though these reminded everyone that his or her plight was surreal and only temporary, it still didn’t matter in the belly of the beast. At one point, Abby placed her trembling body against Richard’s.

He’d never felt such warmth. His whole body tingled and he instinctively tightened his grip. It was almost a hug. A swarm of butterflies fluttered in his guts, but even in the blackness he couldn’t bring himself to kiss her. He just couldn’t do it.

As the car came crashing through another set of double doors and back into reality, Richard and Abby released each other. Through squinted eyes, they exchanged a grin. The crush was their little secret.

Once Rick returned to their conversation, he looked hard into Abby’s eyes and his Adam’s apple took forever to travel south. “Those were definitely the days,” he said.

She nodded. “Find a penny, pick it up and all that day you’ll have good luck.”

“As long as it’s heads up,” he added, with a grin.

Between the conversation and shared laughter, the entire night seemed to last all of three seconds.


My Book Review:

In his latest novel, Pressed Pennies, author Steven Manchester weaves a captivating romantic tale of broken hearts, family dynamics, love rekindled and second chances.

Abby (Gerwitz) Soares and Rick Giles were childhood sweethearts until Rick's family moved away, eventually losing touch with each other.

Now in their early thirties, Abby and Rick have both suffered through horrible marriages ending in divorce. While at a mutual friend's neighborhood party, Abby and Rick are unexpectedly reunited and the old feelings of love are rekindled as they get reacquainted and reminisce while taking a stroll down memory lane. But real life has a way of stepping in the way when Abby is cautious about starting a romantic relationship with Rick, especially since her number one priority in life is her nine year old daughter Paige. Can Abby and Rick's spark of rekindled love become a reality when a little girl's fear and objection to their relationship stands in their way of finding true love and happiness?

Set in New England, the reader is easily drawn into Abby and Rick's lives: from their nostalgic memories of being childhood sweethearts; to the struggles and demise of their marriages; to their unexpected reuniting that rekindles their love for each other; to the obstacles that face them as their relationship is put to the test; their love story unfolds in a heartwarming, smooth flowing, and richly descriptive writing style that author Steven Manchester has become known for.

Pressed Pennies is a delightful romantic story that will captivate the reader's attention with its memorable characters; engaging dialogue and dramatic interactions; and a realistic storyline that deals with complicated family dynamics, relationship issues, rekindled love, and second chances. The author easily transports the reader into the heart of the story with the rich descriptions of the sights and sounds of New England. This is an enchanting story full of romance, nostalgic flashbacks to the past, and two people willing to overcome obstacles to get a second chance at love and happiness. Pressed Pennies is a wonderful story that takes the reader on an emotional roller coaster ride, it will make you feel the full gamut of emotions, and leave you with a feel good fuzzy feeling, a sigh, and a satisfied smile on your face!

Be sure to look out for the two forthcoming companion novellas to Pressed Pennies: Wilbur Avenue, that is the backstory to Abby and Rick's childhood sweetheart years, and Just In Time, that is the mature second-time around love story of Rick's grandmother Eunice and second husband Bill Stryker.


RATING: 5 STARS 
                                   






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Monday 5/19/14

Pressed Pennies by Steven Manchester


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Author Guest Post / Book Review

Book Description: Pressed Pennies


Rick and Abby grew up together, became best friends, and ultimately fell in love. Circumstance tore them apart in their early teens, though, and they went on to lives less idyllic than they dreamed about in those early days. Rick has had a very successful career, but his marriage flat-lined. Abby has a magical daughter, Paige, but Paige's father nearly destroyed Abby's spirit.

Now fate has thrown Rick and Abby together again. In their early thirties, they are more world-weary than they were as kids. But their relationship still shimmers, and they're hungry to make up for lost time. However, Paige, now nine, is not nearly as enthusiastic. She's very protective of the life she's made with her mother and not open to the duo becoming a trio. Meanwhile, Rick has very little experience dealing with kids and doesn't know how to handle Paige. This leaves Abby caught between the two people who matter the most to her. What happens when the life you've dreamed of remains just inches from your grasp?

Pressed Pennies is a nuanced, intensely romantic, deeply heartfelt story of love it its many incarnations, relationships in their many guises, and family in its many meanings. It is the most accomplished and moving novel yet from a truly great storyteller of the heart.








Wednesday 5/21/14

Brothers Forever by Tom Sileo & Tom Manion


In association with Da Capo Press 

Book Review

Book Description: Brothers Forever


Four weeks after Navy SEALs had killed Osama bin Laden, the President of the United States stood in Arlington National Cemetery. In his Memorial Day address, he extolled the courage and sacrifice of the two young men buried side by side in the graves before him: Travis Manion, a fallen US Marine, and Brendan Looney, a fallen US Navy SEAL. Although they were killed three years apart, one in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, these two best friends and former roommates were now buried together—“brothers forever.”

Award-winning journalist Tom Sileo and Travis’s father, former Marine colonel Tom Manion, tell the intimate and personal story of how these Naval Academy roommates defined a generation’s sacrifice after 9/11, and how Travis and Brendan’s loved ones overcame heartbreak to carry on in their memory. From Travis’s incredible heroism on the streets of Fallujah to Brendan’s anguished Navy SEAL training in the wake of his friend’s death and his own heroism in the mountains of Afghanistan, Brothers Forever is a remarkable story of friendship, family, and war.










Friday 5/23/14

Finding Home by Tammy L. Grace


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Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway

Book Description: Finding Home


Finding Home is a coming of age novel, but for a middle-aged woman devastated by past heartaches and loss, who flees to a small island expecting a change of scenery and discovers much more.

Shattered by her husband's infidelities after twenty-five years of marriage, Sam Collins is plagued by constant fear and loneliness, reliving the tragic death of her parents and the betrayal by the man she loved. She leaves Seattle seeking relief from the relentless darkness that has swallowed her. With only her dog for companionship, she sets out to live in her vacation home on San Juan Island.

In her search for a carpenter, she meets the handsome and very available, Jeff Cooper. Sam's not looking for romance, but can't deny the attraction to the retired firefighter, turned handyman. While working together and eating her pies, Jeff finds himself falling for her.

The past she wrestles to let go of comes hurtling back when she least expects it. In an effort to help a struggling young man, she is forced to confront the anguish she is desperate to escape. While torn between love and friendship, she must face her fears and choose between the life she's known and a chance for a family and home she's been longing for all her life.



Redesigning Rose by Lydia Laceby (Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway)

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Redesigning Rose - Deleted Scene


A Country Drive

I dug the spade deep into the earth, pounding on it with my heel and grunted while carving out a clump of black-eyed Susans.

Ignoring the pull in my hamstrings, I transported it to the other side of the garden where it would now reside.

I pushed Becky’s comments and concern from my mind. This was me. And Frank. I didn’t marry a bully. Frank had apologized repeatedly all week for his behavior and for not telling me about our finances earlier. He’d loaded the dishwasher and turned it on, his keys had managed to find their way to the sideboard, and fresh cut roses had replaced last week’s congratulations bouquet. He was trying.

When he suggested an afternoon drive and dinner I jumped at the opportunity. Some of our best conversations took place in the car with only the open road to look at and each other for company. Without any distractions and our minds clear from the country air, we always reconnected.

“Baby, I’m home.” I heard Frank’s bellow echo from inside the house. I was still out in the garden. How did I lose that much time? He should still be on the golf course.

“Come on. Let’s go,” he hollered.

I strode up to the porch. I heard someone whistling. Frank? Frank never whistled.

He appeared at the door, his head bouncing and his lips puckered. He was whistling. He froze, his lips pursed, when he saw me.

“Aren’t you ready?”

“You’re early.”

He huffed and stormed inside.

What the hell was going on now? I kicked off my muddy crocs and followed him inside.

“I just need a quick shower. If you help put away my gardening stuff out back I can be ready in ten minutes,” I said.

He dropped his keys on the counter. “I wanted to get out of the city before three.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I sent you a text.”

“Sorry, I left it inside. I don’t want it to get wet or dirty.” It was a lame excuse and only partially true. I didn’t want the beeping, dinging, and ringing interrupting the glorious silence of the garden.

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

“Shower,” I repeated.

“Fine,” Frank said, stalking upstairs where his office chair moaned against his weight.

I rushed back outside. If I wanted to start this outing on the right foot I needed to hurry. I lugged the potted plants to a sheltered spot beside porch and stacked the tools in the garage before racing upstairs and vaulting into the shower.

Still damp, I threw on mascara, massaged mousse through my wet hair and yanked on black capris and a teal shirt. I grabbed a cardigan and strode to his office.

“That was fast. Let’s go,” Frank said with a watermelon-sized grin. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down the stairs.

What had gotten into him? I patted my purse where I’d stuffed a fresh pair of underwear and our toothbrushes just in case. Our drives frequently led to quaint bed and breakfasts, country inns, or sometimes even larger hotels like the new casino in Niagara Falls, and even though it had been several years since this occurred, I couldn’t help but hope we would end up somewhere overnight. I didn’t care where. We needed distance from the routine and distractions of home, someplace we could relax and relieve the tension of the past month.

“Can you lock up?” Frank asked, stepping outside.

“Can’t you do it? You already have your keys out,” I said, bending over and shoving my feet into strappy sandals. With no response I couldn’t tell if he just didn’t hear me with my head at my ankles or had ignored me. Wanting to keep this day as pleasant as possible I chose to do some ignoring myself.

An unfamiliar electronic ding pierced the quiet neighbourhood as I dug around in my purse for my keys.

I glanced over at the front garden as I rushed down the steps. It would need watering when we get home, I thought, turning to find Frank beaming as he stood in the driveway. He was standing next to a sleek black convertible BMW.

I froze at the top of the driveway and felt my jaw drop all the way to China.

“Do you like it?” he asked, strutting up the car.

I had never seen a grin that wide on his face. Not even on our wedding day.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” He ran his hand over the sparkling hood.

“You rented it for today? What a treat.” I said, finally finding my voice. I walked around him, biting back a retort about the ridiculous expense for a day trip, especially when he’d just told me the state of our finances last week.

“I bought it,” he said as casually as if he’d bought a sandwich, a new hammer or the latest Fast and Furious DVD.

“What?” I spluttered, my hand lurching back from the handle. That’s why he wanted me to lock the front door. He wanted to watch my reaction. He was waiting for glowing admiration. That’s also why I didn’t hear him come home even though I was outside in the garden. This car sounded different.

“Isn’t it great? We can put the top down and take long drives in the country. You can tie your hair back in your Hermes scarf.

I’ve always wanted a convertible,” he said, a dreamy look on his face. He was oblivious, deep in his teenage fantasy. Or was it a mid-life crisis? He was only thirty eight. Could it happen so young? A Hermes scarf? Who was this man?

“When? When did you buy it?” I managed to ask when he stopped blubbering and my brain caught up with my shock.

“Earlier in the week. It was delivered today.”

“So you didn’t go golfing. That’s why you’re home so early.”

“Yep. I wanted to surprise you. Come on. Let’s go.” * I hesitated. “But what you said about money the other day…”

“I told you it would be fine. Besides, I leased it.”

I hesitated for a moment before climbing in. I refused to make a scene in the driveway, and asking him back into the house to talk would have done just that. I snapped my seatbelt in with a click while Frank fiddled with buttons. The roof started moving.

He reached into the backseat and beamed as he passed me a small box. I snorted. It was a Hermes box.

Frank revved the engine before jamming the car in reverse.

I tossed the box on the floor not even bothering to open it. I preferred to deal with the bird’s nest instead of giving him the satisfaction of wearing it. I took a deep breath and prayed that the winding roads and fresh air would reduce my fury and grease the difficult conversation ahead. I had been cautious about money since Frank had mentioned the financial pressure. I had worried about spending a couple hundred dollars to redo the garden while he went out and bought a new car. He bought a new car. And not just any new car. A BMW. Without consulting me. His wife. And he leased it? That was the most shocking of it all.




About The Author




LYDIA LACEBY is a co-founder of the fiction book blog, Novel Escapes. Since 2009, she has read and reviewed as much women’s fiction as humanly possible while designing, organizing and expanding the blog from two reviewers to seven.

In her spare time, she knits cute baby hats, would pick cheese over chocolate, and longs for the days she was able to cheat on her allergy free diet.

Lydia began her career writing a soap opera at the tender age of thirteen. It never aired. Redesigning Rose is her first novel.


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Redesigning Rose by Lydia Laceby
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: June 15, 2013
Format: Paperback - 281 pages
             Kindle - 455 KB
             Nook - 562 KB
ISBN: 0991990218
ASIN: B00DFJEASG
BNID: 2940148181088
Genre: Chick Lit / Contemporary Romance / Women's Fiction


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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author in exchange for my honest review and participation in the virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.


Book Description:

Rose Parker’s husband has been lying. About everything. When a conversation with her husband triggers questions, Rose Parker uncovers alarming answers that shatter her perfect life. But it is only when she shoves her belongings in her SUV and drives off that Rose realizes just how far from perfect her life actually was. She has nowhere to turn.

While debating between distressing sleeping arrangements–her mother’s house full of questions or a hotel room with too much solitude–Rose bumps into an acquaintance from her gardening class and allows bubbly, exuberant Becky to indulge her in a wild night full of whiskey, weeping, and whispered confidences. Suddenly, Rose has a new friend, a roof over her head, and two gorgeous men moving her out of her marital home.

As Rose struggles to settle into her new life, she remains determined to comprehend her past. And with time and distance and especially wine, comes knowledge. Frank wasn’t the only one lying to her. Rose was lying to herself.


Book Excerpt:


“Has Frank ever asked you for money?” I asked, my heart revving in my chest like an Indy 500 car.

Mom shook her head, her eyes wide. “Heavens no. What’s going on, Rose?”

My breath whooshed out like a punctured tire. I curled my hand against the wall before pressing it flat and shoving off to kiss her cheek. “I just wanted to make sure you and Frank don’t ever leave me out of the loop if something’s wrong. I saw a talk show the other day. You wouldn’t believe what some families forget to tell each other,” I babbled while waving my hand around.

Mom’s fingers clutched the pearl necklace she had worn for decades and dragged it back and forth on her neck. I ignored her tell-tale worry sign, knowing I couldn’t dispel it. Not now. I needed to figure this out on my own.

I snatched my purse off the floor and yanked open the door. It took every effort not to bolt down the street, but I didn’t dare run. Instead, I kept up appearances by turning back and waving like I always did. Mom raised her hand above her shoulder and wiggled her fingers. I resumed my forced walk, knowing she would stand guard, watching and waiting. The habit that began during my grade school days continued when I moved into a new home with Frank only a few blocks away. She would wander back inside only once I rounded the corner. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, she always saw me off. The only exceptions were illness and vacations when I checked her house.

I stopped.

What if the missing money was for the trip to Paris I’d always wanted? Or something equally benign? But wouldn’t Frank have put a trip on his credit card to accumulate points? And why lie about my mother asking him for money? How could he think I wouldn’t ask her? It was the most absurd excuse–although it definitely worked to distract me from considering a vacation.

I nibbled my lower lip. Was I just grasping for excuses, eager to avoid taking a hard look at my husband?


My Book Review:

In her debut novel, Redesigning Rose, author Lydia Laceby weaves a heartwarming story that follows a woman's journey of self-discovery and transformation.

When Rose Parker discovers her husband Frank's lies and dark secrets, it causes her to question if her marriage was nothing but a lie. Shattered with the realization that her marriage was over, she packs up her belongings and leaves, not knowing where she was going to go. With a little help from Becky, a gardening classmate, and Becky's sexy brother Scott and his best friend Adam, Rose embarks on a journey of self-discovery, and starts to rebuild her life with a little bit of trial and tribulation and romance along the way.

Redesigning Rose is an intriguing story set in Toronto and told in the first person narrative by Rose, who takes the reader along for the ride on her emotional journey of self-discovery and transformation. You can't help but get drawn into Rose's story and feel for her when she is forced to face the reality that she didn't really know who her husband really was, and that her marriage was based on lies and secrets. But even with this heart wrenching discovery, the reader follows Rose as she rebuilds her life and transforms herself into an independent and strong lady with the help and emotional support from her Mom and friends Becky, Scott, and Adam. The story has a nice mixture of heartbreak, loss, humor, inspiration, and romance that takes you on a roller coaster ride where you will experience the gamut of emotions.

Redesigning Rose is an inspirational and uplifting story of one woman's strength, survival, growth, and transformation.


RATING: 5 STARS 
                                 






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