Six Sentence Sunday

Hi Readers:

I can't believe that we are nearing the end of October.  I hope you are enjoying the fall.  On this Sunday, I hope you will also enjoy this small sample from my novel St. Anne's Day, which can be purchased from Amazon, the Kindle store, Barnes & Noble Nook Store and Smashwords.  

This is the scene when Gerry's current girlfriend, Claudia, returns from a business trip, and she brings Gerry's mother, Peg, a gift.  As you may detect from the passage, Peg does not like Claudia.

Peg examined the box.  “Honey,” she said, scowling at Claudia, “you shouldn’t waste your money on expensive wrapping paper.  If you ever marry Gerry, you’ll have to learn to cut corners.  He’s not an architect anymore, and even though he still likes to put on the dog, barkeepers aren’t millionaires you know.”

Claudia pulled her lips into a sour smile.  “You were worth the extra expense.”

Enjoy!

 

Six Sentence Sunday--You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Hi Readers:

It's Sunday again, which means I'm serving up a snippet from St. Anne's Day for you to enjoy on this first day of the week.  This excerpt is quite appropriate as it takes place at during this time of the year, when the leaves are just beginning to turn, the days are warm, but the nights are cool, and the sunsets are spectacular.

In this scene our heroine, Anne, and our hero, Gerry, dance for the first time at Gerry's cousin's wedding. Slow dancing is an interesting phenomenon.  I remember high school dances, when strange boys would walk up, tap you on the shoulder and ask you to dance.  I always thought dancing to be a great breach of conventional norms.  In what other activity can you come up to a complete stranger and then get intimately close to them without someone having to press charges?  Perhaps that's why dancing is so magical.

In this scene, I take you back to those exciting times in your life, when you found yourself in the arms of someone you are attracted to and the magic that happens.  Enjoy!


 Lost in his arms, Anne was no longer conscious of their movement or of anything else. Their bodies were like a slow moving centrifuge that spun away reality leaving only Anne and Gerry forged together in the center with a thousand sensations. Anne began to feel a little dizzy. This is what it means to swoon. She’d always wondered when she read old novels what that felt like. Now she knew.

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi Readers!

Welcome to the first blog post of the fall season.  Sunday is the day that I tease you with a tantalizing tidbit (can you tell I like alliteration?) from my new romantic comedy St. Anne's Day.  

The scene is from the part in the novel when Peg, who is 80 and widowed, receives an invitation to her niece's wedding and is a bit miffed because only she and her handsome bachelor son, Gerry are invited.  Peg, a real crackerjack, is recovering from open heart surgery and is put out because she believes her niece must think she is too old to bring a date.

If you like what you read, you can read more by purchasing the book.  Links are to the right.  

Here is the conversation between Peg and Gerry:


"What if I was one of those bobcats, like we saw on Good Morning America this morning?”

 “I think the term is cougar, Peg, and you can forget about it. Chasing younger men is bad for the heart,” Gerry said.

 “My heart’s fine!” 

“I’m talking about my heart,” Gerry said. “Just thinking about you with a guy my age gives me palpitations.”

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi Happy Readers:

It Sunday again when I post a tasty morsel from my romantic comedy St. Anne's Day.
This scene takes place in the beginning of the book when Anne, our protagonist is at her parent's home, after being coerced into helping her mother, Grace, plan her pregnant sister's baby shower.  Her fastidious, domineering mother is also running vinegar through her coffee maker to clean it while they are making plans. This is Anne's reaction to her mother's suggestion that they invite Anne's obnoxious cousin Colleen.

“Colleen is such a loser,” Anne said, curling a nostril in disgust at the smell of vinegar permeating the air. “Always bragging about those big-eared brats of hers. I swear if they were to hang upside down, they’d look exactly like bats.” 

Her mother gasped. “Anne, my goodness, your tongue.” 

From behind the rustling sports page, Anne heard her father chuckle. 

It's getting chilly here in the East, so if you are looking for an entertaining book to curl up with on this first Sunday of the fall season, check out St. Anne's Day.  It's getting great reviews!

Enjoy your Sunday!

Six Sunday

Here is another brief selection from St. Anne's Day. 

Anne looked at the silver disc in her palm, the bas relief of a man holding a crucifix, a halo radiating about his head.  She noticed something small depicted near the bottom of the medal but couldn’t make it out. 

“They say in addition to his being the patron saint of expectant mothers that St. Gerard could also read the consciences of sinners,” Peg said. 

Anne moved toward the window where the light was brighter and squinted at the medal.  Then her breath caught as she made out the article on the medal--it was a small skull.  She felt her blood drain from her face as her peripheral vision narrowed and darkened to a tunnel of sight.

Six Sentence Sunday 

Letitia took Gerry’s name and address. When she asked for his insurance card, he stood, holding the towel to his hand, and tried to reach into his pants pocket to extract his wallet but couldn’t.

“Anne, could you get into my pants?”

Anne’s eyes grew wide. “Pardon me?”

“Hell,” Letitia mumbled. “Now that is what I’d call one of them ‘offers you can’t refuse.’”