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Starting Over-a taste of this book

This is later in the book but I’ve always loved this part. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Ater playing tennis, the four friends gather in the whirlpool room. Emily sat alone in the hot water, steam rose all around her. The door opened, wisps danced and settled in disturbed air, Time for a chat with women she’d known since childhood,

Margaret, Jesse, and Shelly eased into the w, ter to surround Emily, the hub of the wheel in this circle of friends.  Bubbles sprang into action, strategically placed jets pulsed to bring comfort to aches and pains. Her friends waited.

“When Larry died suddenly,” Emily spoke in a soft steady voice, “I should’ve left well enough alone. A happy marriage of thirty years is almost more than a person could ask for. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.”

The women leaned toward Emily to hear every word over the noise of the pool.

“So I meet this man, great on the exterior; damaged on the inside; I want companionship, he’s starved for love. And the sex is incredible. He’s a walking hard-on. Yes, our time together is one long orgasm. Do you know what I mean?” No one did.

So we get married and he installs a fancy burglar alarm better than the White House and when I accuse him of controlling me, he’s distraught, says he’ll stop looking in the rear view mirror before he loses what’s right in front of him. So we go for a run and he lags behind. Suddenly a stranger appears and Pat’s not around and I run, looking for him. And when I find him, he’s in the water, dead.”

Emily sat dry-eyed. Tears streamed down the faces of her friends.

Emily said, “I never should have let him into my life.”

“Now who’s looking in the rearview mirror,” Shelly said.

“One long orgasm?” Margaret shook her head.

The mood was broken.

I do hope you’ve enjoyed this snip from Starting Over. I sure did. Thanks for stopping by. You can find the book on Amazon, B&N and more. Thanks.

 

More WIP, Oh Yeah!

Possible title, Mother, Daughter, Doctors, Babies             like (Tinker, tailor, soldiers , spies)

Last week we met widowed Joan. This week she moves on.

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Joan rolled up her short sleeves to make a list because from now on, it’s up to tough Joannie to keep things going, to take care of not only herself but don’t forget Larry’s car. Who needs two cars both almost new and now, she thought, she can ride his Harley whenever she wanted to, Oh Yeah! without asking. A capable woman, she knew how to shoot a gun and a rifle and yes, she could use Larry’s club membership no matter what the men said because women were allowed.

She could get a job but she never had a job in her whole life and he left her enough money to keep her comfortable. The therapy dogs kept her busy twice a week doing their good work at West Point and what? Well, old Joanie, you can meet someone nice and have dates and then she glanced in the mirror; time to see the hairdresser and put herself together.

Tomorrow was Skeet shooting day and this woman will be there.

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Charlie’s Family Secrets

Cover Reveal, Free Preview Chapters, and Sneak Peek Video – Charlie’s Family Secrets by Charmaine Gordon!

Charlie’s Family Secrets

Omnibus Edition

by Charmaine Gordon

 

3 Charmaine Gordon Novels in 1 Volume!

 

 

Reconstructing Charlie

Charlie Costigan has a secret. Home life gone from bad to the worst when she protects her mother from another vicious attack by her drunken father. Midnight. Clothes thrown into an old suitcase, she races for the bus with a letter to an unknown aunt and uncle. “This is my daughter. Embrace her as if she were your own.” Determined, Charlie begins again. Alone with her secret.

Sin of Omission

A twist of fate intervenes when Shelley keeps a secret that threatens to break apart the Costigans and her future. A mysterious client, Deanna Rose, enters Haven, victim of a savage beating under strange circumstances. Shelley investigates and finds Ms. Rose has an unsavory past. With the reputation and safety of Haven at stake, Shelley is at risk to lose everything and everyone she cares about.

The Catch

Tom Donnelly, once known as The Catch – every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes just how far he’s fallen, and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends – and maybe even find the right woman this time.

 

 

 

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This is an exciting omnibus collection of my early books. Read them, you’ll love them, all of them, I promise. Leave a comment. I’d be so proud to read what you have to say.

Love to all, Charmaine Gordon

Before the Final Curtain

“Home at last;” Becca Morgan set the cat carrier down after flinging open the carved oak door to her home overlooking the Hudson River. Freeing her faithful companion from his prison, she laughed as he meowed and bolted for the litter box. “Are we happy or what? she found joy to be home after months on the road during a three month tour of yet another play.

She stretched out on her queen-sized bed to admire all the Polished Tony awards, Emmy’s, Golden Globes and plaques, tributes to past performances. It’s so great to be back in New York although pickings were not plentiful for the well known actor; forget starring roles of yesteryear.

The cell phone shattered the peaceful moment with her favorite tune, Happy Days Are Here Again.

A familiar voice said, “Becca,” and she recognized the voice of Randall Sloan, the powerful director she’d worked with before.

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This is from The Beginning. . .Not The End  three stories in one volume. This is a show business story, casting couch with all the goofy stuff that goes on during a play.

A Daughter. . .a treasure

Fifty years ago, my youngest and only daughter was born. It seemed like an easy task after having all the sons. I had no idea what was in store for me, for us, as the months went by. My closest friend, we lived in the Boston area back then, and when my situation became dire, I asked him where to go. Without taking a breath, he said, “You must see the famous Dr. Easterday immediately. And we did after leaving our sons with the good doctor and his wonderful wife in charge of our family, my husband and I drove through the worst rainy weather to finally arrive at the Boston Lying In Hospital where we woke up this sleeping giant of a kind man who said he would do everything he could to save the baby. And so the months went by where I couldn’t lift our two year old, or do housework but we managed and then came the day.

Hubs left me at the hospital with plans for the new baby to be born about noon. At eleven I was in the labor room and my dearest Mother appeared. She stayed right behind me all through the subsequent hours. You see, she died when I was twenty nine and she was only fifty. When I was having my baby, I had reached thirty six. Silently I felt Mom’s beautiful presence.
The doctor hurried in, distressed that the baby had not moved along. He said he would do a C-section but suddenly I felt her drop and called to him. She was ready. The birth went fine, I had a girl; the room was packed with all the kind people who had been involved in the difficult birth.

The trouble began in the recovery room. Massive hemorrhaging that wouldn’t stop and transfusions that didn’t take. The doctor told me he would try an old method in hopes of saving my life. Back on the operating table I went when suddenly I left my body and traveled down a tunnel with a glorious light. Peace and quiet as I traveled along but before I reached my goal, I had a thought. “I can’t leave my husband to raise all these children.” And like a flash, I was back on the operating table. Then in my private room in a coma with two nurses caring for me.

I didn’t see my treasure for four days. Finally we were discharged to begin a real life. I thanked Dr. Easterday for all his good care and we went home.

Fifty years ago. All because I never said No and we had all those children. I spoke to my first love this morning to ask him to come back just for a little while to celebrate our daughter’s birthday. So far I haven’t felt his presence but I know he’s somewhere nearby.

Thanks for listening to a bit of my life.

Love, Charmaine

Aging. . .what you lose

Today was an exceptionally wonderful day, weather wise. We worked outside, shovels digging up weeds in order to plant bulbs; a task I’ve enjoyed most of my long life. And then I gazed around the area to find huge boulders, some smaller, to frame the area. And so I lifted each one to form a circular effect for when the bulbs blossomed.

Yes, that’s what I did, for several hours and folks, the task had the feel of beyond difficulty. I didn’t stop until finished and then, OH the Pain in my lower back! How dumb can you get? I didn’t think, I just dug, pulled, picked up heavy stones until I could hardly walk. And then sadness overcame me, me the happy one.I said to my hubs, this is another thing you lose as you age. The strength of youth; the stamina to do it all. A few bad words came to me and I released them. I’m happy to be alive; happy to write my books and see my daughter and granddaughter and grand dogs and grand hamster and don’t forget our four cats so devoted. And then there is my hubs who shares sickness and health.

That’s the good side, right? Forgive me if I whine about things I’ve lost like lifting heavy rocks and digging weeds. My dear Pain Management Doctor will take care of me tomorrow to lessen the pain and he will give me shake of the head and say, NO! Don’t do that again.

Love to all, Charmaine

Chef’s Surprise, the last taste.

We’ve had enough of this tub and I believe we should dry off and get comfortable in my bedroom.”

The kisses smothered her silken body like never before; Reva thought,so this is what romance is, well bring it on and she straddled his strength to find him ready for her body.
“Condoms?”
“Not necessary since I take a pill.”
“Let’s drink to the pill,” as slowly the elegant lawyer licked his way down to her heat to find her center so sweet and juicy and soon they were fully engaged.
“We fit so well,” he said as they stared at each other, the rapture, the wonder, the magic of it all, so soon.
“More, dear love, much more,” and they reached for the stars to find them.

“How incredible it is to make love with you, James” she said, “maybe we can try it again, like soon.”

In the room down the hall, the beloved elderly woman smiled because she was pretty sure she heard two people trying to keep private things private, to no avail. She spoke to her long gone husband to give him the good news that at last, love was in their house again.

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.
With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.
Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.
There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

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