Beach Season, A Summery Romantic Anthology, Re – Released
Hello everyone,
Need a beach read? Our anthology, Beach Season, is being re – released today.
My story is titled “June’s Lace.” June is a wedding dress designer who lives on a cliff above the Oregon coast. Her dresses are wild, creative, works of fabric art for brides who want original fashion. June WAS married, she WAS an attorney, didn’t like either one, threw both out, and re – started her life. Her family is filled with ex hippies, her life filled with work and the rhythm of the ocean...and the tunes from the smokin’ hot country song writer who just moved in next door. Too bad she’ll never agree to getting married – trapped – again.
$5.84 on kindle. $6.47 paperback
Here’s an excerpt:
Chapter One
Ten Things I’m Worried About:
Too many wedding dresses
Not enough wedding dresses
Grayson
Going broke
Losing my home
Never finding an unbroken, black butterfly shell
The upcoming interview with the fashion writer.
Not having peppermint sticks in my life
Turning back into the person I used to be
Always being worried
Chapter Two
“No. Absolutely not.” I gripped the phone with white knuckles as I paced around my yellow studio. “I will never agree to that.”
“Ha. I knew you wouldn’t accept those unacceptable terms, June,” Cherie Poitras, my divorce attorney, cackled. “Your soon – to – be – ex – husband has a monstrous addiction to being a jerk but don’t worry, we’re not quitting. Quitting causes my hot flashes to flare.”
“I don’t want your hot flashes to flare, Cherie. And I’m not quitting, either. I can’t.” I yanked open the French doors to my second story deck as lightning zigged and zagged across the night sky through the bubbling, black clouds, the waves of the Pacific Ocean crashing down the hill from my blue cottage.
“If I could be a lightning strike, I’d pitch it as him.”
“It would be thrilling to see that,” Cherie declared. “So vengefully Mother Nature – ish.”
“What a rat.” I shut the doors with a bang, then thought of my other life, the life before this one, and shuddered. I could not go back to it, and I was working as hard as I could to ensure that that wouldn’t happen. There wasn’t enough silk and satin in that other life. There wasn’t any kindness, either. Or softness. “I so want this to end.”
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Hey! Thaks you for recommending this to me (via Facebook) when I was whining that I had read all of your books. I immediately bought it for my Nook and really enjoyed it. I only wish my ex had been as generous as June’s!
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