The Good Ole Summertime – Carolyn

The heat index yesterday was a hundred and thirteen. I hunker inside my air-conditioning like a fat toad, but air conditioning can’t drop temperature more than twenty degrees—not enough, in my view.

I am spending too much time reading British murder mysteries from the twenties and thirties. Whatever their other qualities, ebooks are making the classics available quickly and cheaply. There’s a reason that time was called the golden age of mystery.

I like plot. Puzzles, twists and turns. In theory, I know a great deal more about the British system of law enforcement than I do about our own. And a great deal more about their detectives, police and amateurs. Why are we so drawn to crime novels? I think they are basically morality plays—good versus evil. We want the world to be on a scale that we can deal with. And we want the good guys to win. And, I think, we want to feel that as Donne says, “Each man’s death diminishes me.” Of course, there is a great deal of fantasy involved in getting to the bad guy. The victim is more often than not, only a plot device. In real life he is not.

Real evil is very different. And yes, I do believe in evil. I think that there are people out there, that for whatever reason, look at good on the one hand and evil on the other, then choose evil. The psychologists used to speak in terms of sociopaths—bad guys that were formed by environment. Now, the preferred term is psychopaths. They literally seem to have a screw loose.

In Memphis, the town I live near, not a morning do I open the newspaper to find no shootings or stabbings overnight. And the longer, hotter and dryer the summer weather, the more there are. One of my detective friends once said to me that when he makes the scene of a homicide, he turns to the man standing beside him, asks him, “Want to tell me about it?” He said that nine times out of then, he does. Very few actual homicides are what we call ‘whodunits.’ Thank heaven.

So, I hunker down and read mysteries in which the detective is smarter than the criminal, the world is put back in order at the end, and morality trumps evil. I wish it were that way in real life.

 

 

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It’s all about the dress!

As you may recall, I’m on deadline. I’ve been working like a mad dog in the writer’s cave trying to complete my WIP: MONTANA ROGUE, and, happily, the story has been moving along gracefully…until I reached one of those little stumbling stones you never see coming.

Mine was a dress. More specifically, a wedding dress worn by Mia Zabrinski (heroine in MONTANA DARLING). In Mia’s book, there’s mention of a possible wedding on July 4th.

Well, guess what? The Fourth of July falls in this book. And when there’s a wedding, there’s a wedding dress. And that means the author of this story has to describe said wedding dress.

Shoot me, now. I don’t have the language. I don’t even know where to begin. “It’s beautiful.” Does that tell you anything? NO. OF COURSE, NOT!

Luckily, there’s this thing called Social Media…in particular, FACEBOOK. You may have heard of it. Well, guess what? A lot of people that I know know a lot about things like wedding gowns.

Here’s what happened when I asked for help and posted this picture:

Mia's wedding dress

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Summer Reading (Tara Taylor Quinn)

TheFriendshipPactwebAs you read this, I am in New York City with Patricia Potter, having our annual book gathering and meetings, but also our annual late night glasses of wine and talks that never seem to run out of things to say.

I’m meeting with my editors and agent, attending publisher parties and receptions and sleeping very little.

In the meantime, I wanted to leave you a little excerpt from one of the books on my summer tour.

In the end, the meetings, the parties, are a blip in time.  It’s the stories that matter.  And the friendships we make through them…

The Excerpt:

I will never understand how we got from Jake bringing up the unthinkable to the two of us naked on my bed.

I made no conscious moves or decisions. Didn’t even pull back the covers, which I always did when Danny and I made love. One minute I was on the brink of falling apart, and the next I was clinging to the warm body next to mine, holding on for dear life. Losing myself in the togetherness that kept me in the realm of sanity as I finally admitted that life as I’d known it was over.

 

Jake kissed me and I didn’t have to breathe. He held me and I didn’t have to be strong. I wasn’t turned on. It wasn’t about sex. Not even when he pulled a condom out of his wallet and slid it on.

 

I’d only ever made love with one man. Would only ever make love with one man. And as Jake slid inside me, pushing hard, pumping hard, I knew he was standing in for Danny. Just as he had following me home and fixing my garage door. In a different way, I was standing in for Danny, too.

 

I cried a little. Just a trickle. And as Jake climaxed inside me, I called him Danny. I didn’t mean to. Didn’t realize I had until he froze. His penis shrank so fast the condom came loose, but he managed to disentangle himself. He was dressed by the time I came back from the bathroom with my furry winter robe wrapped around me.

 

He looked about as sick as I felt.

 

And that was when I remembered Jenna. Oh, God. I was no better than Bailey. No, wait. I was worse. She didn’t actually sleep with my husband.

 

I’d just had sex with Danny’s best friend. With Bailey’s former lover. Her one true love.

 

I wanted to die. Right then and there.

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Glorious Summertime – Carolyn

The heat index this week has held at 105 to 110 every day. The temperature at six in the afternoon hovers between 97 and 99. The afternoon rain showers keep the humidity right up there with the heat. This is why I hate Memphis in the summertime. I have a dear friend who has a house on an inlet outside of Luneberg in Nova Scotia. Every May or June she goes off up north and returns with it gets too cold up there to be any fun.

She gets to wear cardigans at night in August, and eat lobster. I don’t.

Yesterday morning the young man who is helping me do chores around the farm arrived at 7:30 to scythe down the masses of giant pokeweed that threaten to choke my fences and are so thick the horses can barely get through them to reach the water trough. While he did that, I worked on mending the fence that Zoe and Frieda, my two at home horses, have made a mess of. Zoe at sixteen hundred pounds only has to lean against a fencepost to shove it forward so that she can eat the grass on the other side. Which is, of course, precisely the same as the grass on her side.

In fifteen minutes I was drenched, so was my helper. It sounds ridiculous, but by ten o’clock we went into the air-conditioned house, gulped about a quart of water, and called a halt. Maybe he could have gone on—not that he should have—but I was done for.

I feel desperately sorry for the animals. The horses mostly hang out in the barn under the big fan. Even with fly spray, they are prey to flies. The earliest to come out are the green heads. Nasty small biting flies with green heads, duh. Then come the horse flies—an inch and a half to two inches long with a bite that will cause any horse to kick and buck. Along with them come the little manure flies that also bite. Then there are the fire ant mounds. Hateful! The optimum method of disposing of them is to pour fire ant powder all over them, then do the fire ant dance, which consists of stomping and shouting, “Die, you demons!”

I have been bit three times this week by wasps. Thank heaven I am not allergic to them, but they still hurt like poison. And then there is the ground-dwelling bees’ nest right beside the paddock gate. And the ticks. And the mosquitoes. Poor Zoe gets ticks in her ears that have to be pulled out and treated. I am thankfully apparently not allergic either to poison ivy or poison oak, both of which grew in profusion around the barn until we cut them down. Now comes Roundup, or what I call The Carthaginian Solution. The Romans beat the stew out of Carthage, then they took it apart stone by stone and salted the ground. As Orson Welles says in an old movie, “Haven’t had much trouble from them lately, have we?”

Ah, the joys of a Tennessee summer.

Remind me of all this in January when I’m fighting frozen water buckets and filthy horse blankets.

 

 

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The Unfun Part of Writing (Pat)

The part of writing I dislike the most is promotion and I have to do it next week..

It’s strange — or maybe not — because my wandering career included twelve years of public relations.   I was president of a small firm and I worked mostly with boards of Realtors and individual real estate companies.   Among my duties was a monthly newsletters.

It wasn’t nearly as exciting as working for major newspaper which I loved, but I was a little too fiesty for a large corporation.   I took issue with a series they placed on the front page and, as I’m wont to do, I went all the way to the top with my complaint.    (The women’s editor — and personal friend of the publisher – wrote a damning series on a school system of a county I covered.   Her daughter had been kicked out of it for bad bad behavior, and it was a hatchet job),   The school system was the best one in Georgia.   I objected, vehemently since the school system was part of my beat and I was not consulted.

I was told that maybe I would be happier elsewhere, and I became editor of a metro weekly paper.   I had my freedom.  I could cover what I wanted to cover and write editorials I wanted to write, but the paper was sold and I was offered a great opportunity to  start a public relations firm with severl strong clients, including political candidates.

I enjoyed writing and designing brochures and ads and planning campaigns, but eventually grew tired of the business end and wrote my first novel.   It sold, and I was off and running in the romance fiction genre.   I loved  and still do love writing romance.   I’m a born romantic and I love story telling.   I meet someone, and I just know there’s a terrific story somewhere inside.

But while I was competent in selling someone or their development or product, I’ve never been comfortable in selling myself or my books.   Isn’t that why you have a publisher?

But now nearly my entire backlist  (three more westerns willl be available in October) and I find myself extremely poor in the public relations areas.   I dislike promoting myself or my books.   I meet someone and I find it diffcult to say, ‘hey, I’m a writer.”

My very, very good friend Carolyn McSparren, bless her heart,  designed three flyers for my trip to Romance Writers of America this coming week.  One promotes my westerns, one my Scottish historicals and the third my contemporary romantic supsense novels.   They are up on Amazon and other e-book sales sites.

I just don’t have the time — or should I say I would rather spend it writing –to do everything you need to do today to get your name and product out there.   I often feel like the cobbler whose children has no shoes.

I just have get over my reluctance and say, ‘hey, here’s my books and, by golly, I think they’re good.    They won awards and were RITA finaliists and received some great reviews.”   I can do it here in this community.   I feel at home here, but I find it difficult to go outside of it.

But I’m packing Carolyn’s flyers, and I’m determined to give them out and not keep them in my goody bag as I uisually do.

Wish me luck.

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Kiss off, ugly bug!

Warning: this post is gross and disgusting and may cause nightmares.

120px-Actress-fear-and-panicWhat? Still reading?

In that case, consider this my Public Service Announcement. This week, I took one for the team. On the butt. And lived to tell the tale.

I live in the foothills of California. We are in the middle of a draught. It’s also summer, which means it’s hot AND dry. We sleep with the windows open (with screens, of course) and fans going and not much else. And there are bugs.

I know this for a fact because earlier this week, my husband was making the bed (while I was making the coffee) and he spotted a rather large black “beetle” on the floor by my side of the bed. He picked it up in a tissue and squished it.

Are you grossed out yet? 

He then carried it to the toilet and dropped it in, but he also happened to look at the tissue and was shocked to see blood. Bright red blood.

“Do bugs bleed?” he called to me.

I was busy and didn’t hear, so he reached into the toilet and retrieved the bug. (Smart man.)

Here’s what he brought to the kitchen to show me.

kissing bug

Now, you’re grossed out. Told ‘ya.

Long story short: this hideous-looking thing is a kissing bug. I confirmed my guess with my neighbor who is the head of the county health department. (Here’s what an un-squished one looks like–notice the cone-shaped nose.)

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Kissing bugs wait for their prey to fall deeply asleep then they anesthesize a spot on exposed skin and suck the victim’s blood. In this case, mine. I know because I’m the one with a red, raised welt the size of a quarter on my posterior.

No photo. My gift to you.

I also learned that, thankfully, our local kissing bugs don’t carry the deadly, horrible disease called Chagas. The disease is most commonly found in South America, but it has shown up recently in Texas. That’s very bad news. http://rt.com/usa/204167-chagas-kissing-bug-silent-killer/

I’m relieved that I don’t have a terrible disease. I truly am, but I’m still very unhappy about being some ugly bug’s meal. So, I put the photo up on Facebook, and, as you can imagine, it created quite a stir. I learned a lot from this post, though, because I know a lot of very knowledgeable people.

An author friend who lives in my county wrote:

“They are also called kissing bugs because you won’t feel their bite. Yes, they are horrible and usually a bite will be red, swollen, and wide. Some people are terriby allergic to them. Boric acid powder kills them but it’s poisonous for cats and dogs–should be used in crevices. They like gopher holes, probably bite the gophers and ground squirrels.”

My dentist even commented:

“Those bugs are satanic! They stalk you and come out after you go to sleep. One of my kids is very allergic to them. They hang around other animals like cats,raccoons,etc. I generally check behind and under all furniture once I find one. I usually fine several every year around our place, really “bugs” me:)”

Another friend spoke from experience and shared a trick for keeping kissing bugs away,

“Kissing bugs live and breed in oak trees where rodents are nesting. Look for rat or squirrel nests and clean them out. I agree with the use of bay leaves. We always had bay leaves in our mattresses and pillowcases as a child. All of us were very allergic to the bites.”

I tore my bed apart, of course. Washed all the bedding. Vacuumed and dusted. And cut so many branches of bay limbs it looks like a laurel pyre under my bed.

For the past couple of nights, I’ve slept like a baby. I hope you’re reading this early in the day…it’s the sort of thing nightmares are made of.

But I did warn you.

;-)

Deb

 

 

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Party! (Tara Taylor Quinn)

FB BannerTWENTY-THREE Free Books!  TWENTY-THREE chances to win in one hour!  Four RITA finalists are celebrating their send off to New York!

WHEN:  Thursday July 16, 2015

9:00 PM Eastern Time

6:00 PM Arizona Time

Where:  Facebook, Spend the Summer with TTQ Event Page

Jodi Thomas, Merline Lovelace, Liz Talley and I will be present, in real time, on the event page on Facebook.  If you want to attend, simply click on the photo above.  It will take you right to the page.  We’ll be chatting with everyone who participates!  Simply type a comment and we will all see it right then!

Party goers will also be judging the top five ‘summer fun’ quotes and pictures.  Everyone can vote!  The winner gets a basket filled with free books and summer goodies.

Please join us Thursday night and get your name in for one of the twenty-three free books that are being given away at this party!

If you’d like to enter a photo or quote for the Summer Fun basket, you can do so here:

As part of Spend the Summer with Tara Taylor Quinn, Tara is holding a contest for those who share on social media about how they love life during the summer! Each day you can share an image, picture, or quote, linking to her events’ landing page (http://www.tarataylorquinn.com/Summer%20With%20ttq.html) to enter to win ONE BIG SUMMER BASKET!!! We’ll be pulling the best submissions and voting for the top one during her Facebook Party on July 16th. Pull out your creative juices and share your joy of summer, be it with friends, family, or the love of your life!

Beach-themed basket will include: shell wind chime, shell choker and matching bracelet, beach/flip flop note cards, picture frame, 4×6 picture album, plus some surprise print copies of Tara’s books (including Once Upon a Friendship).

Share must be public to be eligible. Can enter once each day. US only. Giveaway ends July 16th.

 

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Enter To Win and More Summer Fun!

On Tour with Prism Book Tours.
Check out all of Tara’s events HERE.

We’re blitzing The Friendship Tour Grand Finale for:
The Friendship Pact
&
Once Upon a Friendship
By Tara Taylor Quinn

We hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know more about Author Tara Taylor Quinn and the friendships in these two stories throughout the tour. If you missed any of the stops, go back and check them out…

Launch - Introductions

Intro to The Friendship Pact

I’ve written a lot of books. From thriller/suspense to romance, I’ve given you many kinds of stories. This one isn’t like any of them. It’s a story of heart. Of soul-searching. Of tough questions with no easy answers. It’s a story of relationships. Of friendship. It’s the story of two very different women who, as children, make a pact to travel life’s journey together.

Intro to Once Upon a Friendship

On the surface, Once Upon a Friendship was kind of ordinary when I started writing. . . . But as I’ve come to accept over the years, the book wasn’t really mine. The story belongs to Liam and Gabi and Marie. And the things that happened to them are not mine to change.

Christian Chick’s ThoughtsOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“I definitely felt the chemistry between Gabi and Liam, and I pulled for their happy ending. I also enjoyed a couple other non-romantic relationships that Liam developed throughout the novel. The touch of mystery also added to my enjoyment of the novel. And now I’m very curious about where Marie’s story will go.”

undercover book reviews – Promo

underneath the covers – TTQ Signature

Both books celebrate friendship. Both come straight from my heart and soul to yours. I can promise you that, if you read them, you’ll take an emotional journey. You’ll be made to question a thing or two that matters to you. And you’ll find something to take with you, too.

deal sharing aunt – Elderly Couple

In Once Upon A Friendship, three friends buy an old apartment building to prevent the elderly people who’ve been living there all their lives from being put out on the street. They had no idea what a bounty their investment would be to them in terms of the gifts they’d get in return from the residents they’d saved. But I knew. And I had a great time showing them what I knew.

Diana’s Book Reviews – Reviews

The Friendship Pact: “As I started getting into the story, I really couldn’t put it down, had to finish it all, but of course there is life, work and dinner to be cooked. But this story really touched my heart, and even a lesson in this story. Each person in this story had something to give and take, and the emotions were raw and real.”

Once Upon a Friendship: “I just love the way Tara Taylor Quinn writes, you can feel the emotion in her stories, the people seem real, and I love to read stories that seem real.”

beck valley books – 70th Book

The release of Once Upon A Friendship this month marks my seventieth published novel with the Harlequin/MIRA/Harper Collins team. When the publisher sent me the list of my titles recently, telling me that I was at number 70 – a number they consider a milestone – I took a quick glance. I knew I’d written close to seventy books. But then a title caught my eye. Not because of the particular title. Or because of the particular book. But because I’d written the book years ago, saw the name, and got that rush feeling in my stomach that you get on Facebook when you see that an old friend has found you.

Mel’s ShelvesOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“I love a good romance, especially when there’s a secondary storyline and this book delivered! I wasn’t expecting the mystery so that was a pleasant surprise. I had a pretty good idea of who was behind the scheme early on but there were still some twists and turns along the way that I didn’t see coming.”

Words for the JourneyOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“True to Harlequin Heartwarming’s style, Once Upon a Friendship is a clean story centered around traditional values of family, friendship, and personal growth. These are so rare nowadays, it’s always a joy to find one!”

Wishful EndingsOnce Upon a Friendship Excerpt

Liam didn’t remember getting back to his car. He knew he’d done so on his own. Without escort. He climbed behind the wheel, starting the car with a calm he’d probably feel if he felt anything at all.

Christy’s Cozy CornersOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“If you like sweet romance stories with endearing characters, you will love Once Upon a Friendship by Tara Taylor Quinn. It is filled with emotion and it will keep your attention throughout!”

Getting Your Read OnOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“I did enjoy the cast of characters here. It was easy to feel their camaraderie and loyalty to each other. Friendship is the best base for a romantic relationship, I think. Well, friendship and attraction. :) This was an easy going book. It was gentle in nature and never really got my heart pounding but it was solid and had a good flow to it.”

Life as LeelsOnce Upon a Friendship Review

“I will say, the big twist in the mix really through me for a loop though. It wasn’t what I expected and left me turning the pages to see what was all going to come of the entire situation. While it wasn’t my usual type of read, I did enjoy it and recommend that if you are looking for a good, clean read; this is it!”

Colorimetry – My Best Friend

I learned the value of friendship at a very young age. I was five when I met my best friend. Not a best friend in the moment. Or a bestie. Not one of several. Just…the one. She was four at the time. I don’t know why she was different from every other person I would meet in life. No clue why she was the one.

Katie’s Clean Book Collection – Closest Friend

And this is the message I hope you get from The Friendship Pact and Once Upon A Friendship. Cherish your friends. Tend to them. Let the little things go. Work through the big ones. Because they are the ones who will always be there to catch you when you fall. To hold you up. And help put you back together again.

Hardcover Feedback – Reviews

The Friendship Pact: “The story was in a way like riding a roller coaster, because it would be so sweet in one moment and so heartbreaking the next, but strangely enough I liked that. For the most part it felt extremely realistic and I just couldn’t put it down.”

Once Upon a Friendship: “I enjoyed that this wasn’t just a romance, but a story about a father and son and their relationship with each other. I didn’t see the ending coming, the part without the romance, and that’s always nice. If you enjoy these type of books I recommend you give it a read.”

Just as the social sharing contest Tara is running through all her tour events this summer (details here) she’s also hosting a giveaway for those who share quotes from her about friendship. There are three different choices all provided below to share. Share one or all just once or every day this week!

QUOTE #1

QUOTE #2

QUOTE #3

Prizes include:

US PRIZE: Girlfriend note cards, mini-book full of quotes, “friends” picture frame, friends wall plaque, and ebooks of The Friendship Pact and Once Upon a Friendship.

INT PRIZE: Two (2) winners will receive ebook copies of The Friendship Pact and Once Upon a Friendship.

*Share must be public to be eligible. Can share once each day. Ends July 17th. Enter via the Rafflecopter link below.

The Friendship PactThe Friendship Pact
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Romance, Women’s Fiction
Paperback & ebook, 245 pages
June 1st 2014 by MIRA

This is a story for every woman who has a best friend…

Bailey Watters and Koralynn Mitchell consider themselves “sisters of the soul.” Their circumstances growing up couldn’t have been more different; Kora came from a wealthy, privileged family, while Bailey’s home life was hard. They’d do anything for each other. “I’d give you a kidney,” they always say. There are no secrets between them–until there’s one secret Bailey can’t share.

This is a story for every woman who’s been in love.

Danny Brown is the only man Kora’s ever wanted, ever loved, and her marriage seems as flawless as everything else in her life. Bailey, however, doesn’t want a husband. She does want a baby–but only by IVF. And the perfect donor, the perfect biological father, would be a man like…Danny.

What happens when love and friendship collide?

Kora might be willing to give Bailey a kidney. But what about a baby?

Once Upon a Friendship
(The Historic Arapahoe #1)
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
July 1st 2015 by Harlequin Heartwarming

They’re a team…not a couple!

Falling for Liam was unthinkable. He and Gabi had been best friends since college, nothing more. And crucially, now Liam was her client and needed her to be focused on his case. Gabi could never risk their friendship — or Liam’s freedom — over these feelings. They could never be a couple, anyway. He was Liam Connelly, the handsome and privileged son of a billionaire. She was Gabrielle Miller, the girl who’d fought her way out of poverty and put herself through law school. They were unlikely friends to begin with. Anything more was impossible. Unless…he felt it, too.

The author of more than 70 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. She is known for delivering deeply emotional and psychologically astute novels of suspense and romance. Tara is a recipient of the Reader’s Choice Award, a five time finalist for the RWA Rita Award, the Reviewer’s Choice Award, the Bookseller’s Best Award and appears frequently on bestseller lists, including #1 placement on Amazon lists. Tara is the past-president of Romance Writers of America and served eight years on that board of directors. She has appeared on national and local TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning and is a frequent guest speaker. In her spare time Tara likes to travel, climb Arizona mountains, and inline skate.

Tara is a supporter of the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.

Tour Giveaways

$10 VISA Gift Card & ebooks of The Friendship Pact and Once Upon a Friendship (INT)
Print copy of Once Upon a Friendship & a Spend the Summer with TTQ T-shirt (US only)
ebooks of The Friendship Pact and Once Upon a Friendship  (INT)
Ends July 17th

(All to one winner – US only.)
$10 VISA Gift Card
Copies of all five books on Tara’s Summer Tour
Spend the Summer with TTQ T-Shirt
Ends July 16th

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Truck Troubles – Carolyn

The second Saturday of the month is our Malice in Memphis meeting. I almost didn’t go. The heat index is up around 105 with relative humidity following close behind. Plus Pat Potter and I had to go to a funeral at 3:00 pm, which meant at least putting on knee-his, though I wouldn’t go so far as to don a skirt. For one thing, the only skirts I have are for winter. For the second, nobody in his right mind dresses up in Memphis in the summer.

The meeting went well. Our ghost stories are coming on apace. Now everyone has to get me a photo and a blurb about the location chosen. Like the donkey that had to be hit over the head before he moved (to get his attention), our members will probably require some banging of noggins. Me included.

At any rate after the meeting and lunch I went out to get into my pickup truck—well, George’s actually. My Expedition has a vacuum leak I hope will be fixed on Monday. Until then it’s back to old faithful. I use it to pull my horse trailer. I finally solved the problem that it does not have a CD player, so I can’t listen to books. I bought a miniature boom box CD player, sat it on the center console, and cranked up a good ole British mystery.

I drove out of the restaurant’s parking lot and headed home happy as a clam. I noticed a squad car behind me, but I wasn’t speeding or anything, so I ignored them

Until the blue lights went on. Oh, shoot! Wondering what the problem was, I pulled into the nearest parking lot. A handsome young African American officer came up to me while his partner stayed at the rest of the truck. I guess that’s so he could shoot me if I offered any resistance. I have a valid gun carry permit, but my car gun lives in my Expedition, so no gun. Just as well. I handed over my driver’s license. No problem. Then proof of insurance—we’ve had USAA for fifty years. Paid up. I could find the paperwork for every year starting on 1996 in the glove compartment. The latest date, however, was 2008, about the time George started going down hill and I took over all the paperwork. Badly, apparently. The little yearly tax stamp on my license plate had expired in January, exactly two years after George’s death. Did I get it and ignore it? Did I pay for it, receive it and then lose it before I put it on? I have no recollection.

I explained the situation (terminal dumbass on my part). Although Bartlett’s police have a horrendous reputation for being unpleasant, these guys couldn’t have been nicer. They issued me a warning instead of a ticket. Relief!

Pat and I drove to the funeral in her car. Then I snuck back to Fayette County on the back roads. It would be the weekend. I now have two cars I can’t drive. One goes to the shop on Monday morning. I should drive my truck to Somerville, the county seat in Fayette County, throw myself on the mercy of the Count Clerk, a lovely lady, and do whatever penance I have to do the replace the stupid tag. But I hesitate to drive the truck and risk being caught by the Fayette County cops. As Yul Brynner said in Anna and the King of Siam, “Is a puzzlement.”

 

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Like Romantic Suspense? (Pat)

Potter-TemptingA number of my romantic suspense novels are now available as ebooks on Amazon, including award winner Island of Dreams, the Georgia Romance Writers’ Maggie winner for best contemporary romance romance and Rita finalist.    It also won a four plus rating from Romantic Times and was published in hardback for libraries here and in England.   It’s the war torn story of an American governess and a German spy in the earliest days of World War 11 and runs into the 1960′s.

Two of my early Harlequin Historicals are also now available.   Both received four plus ratings from Romantic Times.   One, Cassidy and the Princess, is the story of a world class ice skater and an Atlanta homocide detective.    When Marise Merrick leaves a practice session at an Atlanta ice rink, she is attacked by a serial killer.   She barely escapes when the killer is surprised but she is the only survivor of his attacks.   Now the only thing that stands between her and the killer is a hard-as-nails detective.

The second Harlequin suspense is “A Home For Christmas.”  Forget the title.  It’s a suspenseful story about a widow with a young son and an ex-police detective convicted of killing his partner.   You can read more about it at Amazon.   It’s a complex tale about a man who loses his memory due to brain damage (it’s not the kind that comes back), and a woman who takes a chance on him.   It, too, won a four plus review from RT.

Then there’s seven books published by Berkley and featured as alternate choices by the Doubleday Book Club.   All were inspired by true events.   They include Tempting the Devil, Tangle of Lies,” The Perfect Family, Twisted Shadows, Broken Honor, Tangle of Lies, and Catch A shadow.

Tempting The Devil received a starred review from Booklist which said: Patricia Potter is “as adapt at penning both entrhalling historicals and captivating contemporary novels.”

Publisher’s Weekly called Catch a Shadows “A well-paced and smartly told romantic thriller.”

And about Tangle of Lies, the Library Journal said: “A chilling, complex tale of revenge, betrayal and long-kept secrets.”

I hope you take a look at them and enjoy reading them as much as I loved writing them.

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