Charmed,
I’m Sure
by
Lynda Simmons
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BLURB:
One
minute Maxine Henley is the happy bride-to-be and the next she’s
the girl who gets dumped over the phone. Max has never believed in
magic and fairy’s tales, but if wearing a love charm can warm her
fiancé’s cold feet, she’s happy to stuff that little wooden
heart next to her own and wait. The charm came with a promise that
the right man will find her, guaranteed, but how can that happen when
her teenage crush Sam O’Neal keeps getting in the way!
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Excerpt;
Sam
scribbled the hamburger special on the board, carried his coffee
through the front door and sat down on the step. He sent a nod across
the road as the lights flicked on in Tracy’s beauty parlor. Raised
his mug when Howard came out to change the pictures in the window of
his real estate office, and lifted a hand to salute Jeff who was
wheeling a third barbeque out to the front of his hardware store.
Over at
Cy’s Deli, rumor was that Howard had his hair colored in Tracy’s
back room. Some folks wondered what else went on back there, but Jeff
swore everything was aboveboard, since Tracy was still carrying a
torch for Stan over at the Kwik Way. Sam nodded at a passing pickup
and the driver honked back. A typical Saturday morning in Schomberg,
every face familiar, every name known. While it made privacy
difficult and gossip a way of life, it also made it impossible to
ignore the woman talking to herself in front of the post office. She
wasn’t a crazy person and definitely wasn’t dangerous. She was
just Molly, who had wandered off again to sit under the statue
honoring Schomberg’s war heroes and read the names of her two sons,
Albert and Walter. No one was surprised when Cy took her into the
Deli for a coffee because everyone knew Molly’s family would be
around to collect her soon enough, and she wasn’t hurting a soul.
Sam rose
with his empty cup, still finding it odd that the very things that
had driven him away years ago were the same things that had drawn him
right back. He’d taken a risk in moving to Schomberg, gambling
everything he had on a town that was still small and unsophisticated,
and had only recently recognized its own charm. Subdivisions had
sprouted in areas he’d last seen as farms and orchards, while
outlet malls and shopping centers drew even the old-timers away from
Schomberg’s main street. Yet there were people like him trying to
breathe new life into the town with shops like the Looking Glass down
the road and the Peanut Gallery near the highway. And of course there
was the Tap Room, the most ambitious of all, with the most potential
for disaster. Still, he couldn’t name a single regret or find any
way to make Maxine Henley understand why.
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Lynda
Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late
sleeper on weekends. She grew up in Toronto reading Greek mythology,
bringing home stray cats and making up stories about bodies in the
basement. From an early age, her family knew she would either end up
as a writer or the old lady with a hundred cats. As luck would have
it, she married a man with allergies so writing it was.
With two
daughters to raise, Lynda and her husband moved into a lovely two
storey mortgage in Burlington, a small city on the water just outside
Toronto. While the girls are grown and gone, Lynda and her husband
are still there. And yes, there is a cat – a beautiful, if spoiled,
Birman. If you’d like to read the legend of Birman cats click here.
If you’d like a link to allergy relief, click here.
When
she’s not writing or teaching, Lynda gives serious thought to using
the treadmill in her basement. Fortunately, she’s found that if she
waits long enough, something urgent will pop up and save her - like a
phone call or an e-mail or a whistling kettle. Or even that cat just
looking for a little more attention!
Website
www.lyndasimmons.com
Twitter
@LyndaMSimmons
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ReplyDeleteI liked the cover and the title of the book.
ReplyDeleteWell, I loved the excerpt lol, and I confess I laughed about the tredmll in the bio... so glad im not the only one!
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