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Thursday, October 24, 2013


Adora: Hi, Tunney. Wow, you were pretty sexy in “The Renovated Heart”.
Tunney: *blushes*, thanks, Adora.
Adora: Tell me, were you really going to turn down Kit when you thought she was married?
Tunney: Absolutely. To quote myself in the book, “I don’t sleep with married women”.
Adora: But you wanted to, didn’t you?
Tunney: *blushes again*, I’m a guy, Adora. You know guys…right?
Adora: What are you implying? I sleep around? Who have you been talking to? Danny Maine from Now and Forever 2? That Danny’s got a big mouth, doesn’t he…along with other assets. *g* Now where was I? Oh, yes, I do know some guys will sleep with anything that walks.
Tunney: Not me! I’m choosy.

Adora: So what was it about Kit that lured you in?
Tunney: Everything! She was 
gorgeous, funny and smart…the total package.
Adora: Package, huh? I thought that meant…
Tunney: I MEAN, everything…everything I’ve always wanted in a woman.
Adora: How do I compare?
Tunney: Huh?
Adora: Come on, Tunney, don’t play coy with me. I see you staring at my chest. Want to know my bra size?
Tunney: What?
Adora: I like to be direct with a man. Are you busy after the interview?
Tunney: Adora…I thought this was about Kit and me. She’s meeting me here…and I don’t think.
Adora: Don’t think, Tunney. Kiss me now and we’ll deal with Kit later.
Tunney: (rising from his chair): I don’t think…Adora, this isn’t a good…
Adora: Oh, come on! You’re hot and I’m hot to trot! Make my dreams come true, handsome.
Tunney: (moving toward the door): Uh…this has been great, Adora, uh…truly…but I’m outta here. *slips out the door*
Adora: Coward! The cute ones from Jean’s books always leave too soon. *sighs*.  I’ll have to get her to write me in. *calls out*, Jean! Jean! Where are you? Put me in the next book or no more interviews! Let me tell you what I want the hero to look like…let’s see Mac Caldwell’s eyes, Tunney’s hair…Danny’s…oh my. I can’t go there can I? *blushes* I’ll get back to you.

A bit about the book
Can a broken heart be renovated like an old house? Kit’s life came to a halt when her husband slapped her with a divorce. Finding herself without a job or a place to live, she’s forced to take Tunney Nichols up on his offer of cheap rent for his parent’s house.The catch: she must allow him to renovate while she’s living there. Out of fear, Kit tells a lie she soon regrets as she is drawn to the sexy man plastering and painting his way into her heart.

Can Sarah forget the abuse from her late husband? Can she fix her heart and the hearts of her children?  With her two children in tow, Sarah relocates to be near her sister, she meets Jim, a neighbor and English professor. A mutual interest in writing, paves the way for a friendship that blossoms into romance. But is Jim the right man for Sarah or does another man from her past still light her fire? 

Monday, October 21, 2013


Welcome! This week I'm writing another installment of a work-in-progress. Thanks for coming.
Dale stared at her son. “I don’t know what romance novels you’ve been reading, but Cliff doesn’t love me. He loves his wife.”
“But your picture…”
She waved her hand in the air. “A remnant. Probably didn’t even know it was still there. I bet the wallet is twenty years old. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I think you’re wrong.” He leaned against the railing on the stairs.
“Leave it alone, Joe. We’ve both moved on.” Dale started up the steps.
“I don’t think he’s moved on. And from the look on your face, you haven’t either. Was it all a sham with my father?”
“How can I explain? I loved your father. We had a good life, no, a great life together. And we created you. What could be better? You can’t change the past. Let it be.”
They walked into the house in silence. Joe made an excuse and left. Dale was relieved to be out from under his microscope.  
Yes, it’s in the past. I have to let it go. Can’t change it. Why don’t I take my own advice?  
At that moment, she made up her mind she’d return to New York City right away. I’ll finish cleaning out the house and sell it in the spring.
Don’t have to do that now. Who’ll buy it during the holidays anyway?
A sense of relief washed through her. You’re running away. So what? Why can’t I run away? Why should I torture myself over something that can never be changed? 
Dale picked up her cell phone. “Millie? Is there still room on that Christmas charity committee for one more volunteer? I’m coming home.”