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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.

 

A taste of To be Continued

To Be Continued is the first book I wrote for Vanilla Heart. Actually, I wrote it, queried it and soon joined VHP.

After a night of passion with her husband of many married years, Beth Malone wakes to find a note from him. Excited because this is the first note, what she expects to be a love letter,  is something quite different.

Dear Lizzie, It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been uncomfortable in my own skin for a long time and have decided I must make a change in my life.  I sold my half of the practice to George. You, dear Lizzie, are well taken care of. Call Bruce Bradley. He has all the papers, investments, everything you will need to live in comfort.  The house is yours. Last but not least, I signed my portion of the divorce papers so whenever you’re ready, all you have to do is sign yours. Bruce will take care of the rest.”

She leaped up, made it to the bathroom and retched. “He called me Lizzie, a name I despised. “Divorce,” she shouted to the empty house, “people like us don’t get divorced!”

She called daughter Susie who said, “Dad’s having a mid-life crisis,” and hung up.

Abandoned by her husband, upset with Susie’s casual attitude, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was.

When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

The story is filled with growth and change for Beth, new romance and the wonders life can bring.

Read it, you’ll love it.

I forgot to mention, each purchased book plus a review receives a gift from me. Street team, you all. No losers here.

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.

excerpt:

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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Watch out. The WIP is coming

Possible title: The Widow, The Daughter, The Doctors

Excerpt:

Newly widowed Joan stared out at the garden and thought what a mess and she had to fix it, make it right and why; because no one is home anymore. She’s the only one to see blooms from now on. The fun of pulling dandelions together ended the day his heart attacked him; a laundry list of pleasure left her life and Larry never even said goodbye. Thirty-seven years of life together gone and Joan took a deep breath, let it out before she thought what’s next?

She rolled up her short sleeves to make a list; from now on it’s up to tough Joannie to keep things going, to care for herself and don’t forget about Larry’s car. Who needs two cars both almost new and now she can ride his Harley whenever she wanted to without asking! A capable woman, she knew how to shoot Skeet and suddenly an idea came to her. Larry just paid the club membership so she’d ride to the meeting Saturday and appeal to the men because she planned to belong to the club and shoot every week.

Her letter to Larry said: Dear Deceased Larry, you son of a bitch, it’s your fault you died and left me alone. Take your pills, I said but no and she lit a match to the paper and turned her back to the flame.

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Gang, I’m up for any changes you think fit. Write them and I’ll respect your ideas. Maybe. Just kidding.

Before the Final Curtain + an Omnibus of 3 books

When last seen, as in last week, the phone rang disturbing Becca’s peaceful homecoming moment.

excerpt:

When she heard a voice say Becca, her heart beat faster in recognition; Randall Sloan, the powerful director she’d worked with many times in the old days when he was called Randy apropos of his philandering days.

“Becca, love, I’ve written a new play perfect for you; the FAX is on the way.”

Fingers crossed, she said, “Don’t tell me my character is the faithful companion or the housekeeper.”

His voice deepened to a sexy growl; “You are the lead, Titled Honor Thy Mother, Please,” a poignant comedy, small cast.”

“The lead, oh, oh, oh what’s the part,” and she danced naked on the patio ready to sing and carry on. “You know me, Randy, tell me something, anything.”

“Oh, all right; she’s a lonely widow who lets her daughter and son-in-law move in with her and they abuse the privilege so she goes to a bar and meets a man but just one thing. Are you still in good shape?” “Why do you ask?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Your costume in part of Act one is a towel.”

“I’ve kept in shape, thank you;” as she raced to the FAX to watch pages of a new script drop into the tray to change her life.

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The short story is one of three fun stories titled: The Beginning . . .Not the End

And now for a quick announcement:

  Charmaine Gordon

              Stories of Women Who Survive…and Thrive

 


 

 

                                                     The Catch
Series: Women Who Survive and Thrive by Charmaine Gordon, Book
6
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.
Mature Romance and Suspense

Charlie’s Family Secrets: Omnibus Edition Kindle Edition

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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.

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