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Announcing New Charmaine Gordon Series! River’s Edge, Book 1 – Housebroken

 

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Introducing

 Charmaine Gordon’s Newest Series

River’s Edge

 

River’s Edge, where the town motto is Kindness to Strangers, is a small town with big heart, and stories to tell that will warm your heart, make you smile, and turn a dreary day into a day of hope for the Kindness of Strangers…

 

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Book 1

Housebroken

by Charmaine Gordon

Sally and Steve Atwood must make a big adjustment – a fair number of them, actually – when after thirty-five years, three grown children, and a lifetime of memories, they are alone, together, at last… And, then they found River’s Edge.

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7/6/14 WEWRIWA

God Bless America. When I read the history of how our country came to be, I’m awed by the efforts put forth in creating our United States of America.

Welcome to Sunday at WEWRIWA. Today I continue with the reawakening of Beth Malone. Rising from the ashes of a disastrous marriage, she moves on. Beth reaches out to daughter Susie in today’s eight. Susie is a teacher who lives with her boy friend, Javier. She’s always been daddy’s best girl and just knows that her father is going through a mid-life crisis and will return to Beth before long. Susie is stopping by to have a sandwich and cookies before Parent’s night at her school.

 

excerpt in eight:

Susie kicked off her shoes and headed for the comfortable kitchen sniffing the air.
“Thanks for taking the time to bake my faves, Mom, I really appreciate the effort.” Chomping on a cookie, she said,“Javier thinks you’re very brave and mothers should be revered and taken care of, especially in time of need and that I better clean up my act.” Susie bit into another cookie, swallowed and started in on the toasted ham and Swiss cheese Beth prepared for her.
Beth thought for a moment and said,”That’s lovely of Javier for understanding this has been the worst time of my life and I’m virtually alone in dealing with my loss.”
But Susie, I’ve always loved you and felt left out when you and your father had secret jokes and special times together.”
“Mom,” Susie stood up ready to leave, “Unfortunately, I have to get back to school but you’re right and Javier is right and please don’t take all the blame for what’s happened in the past ’cause I’m old enough to admit I’ve been acting like a brat.”

Hopeful afaf06a-tbc_flat_front_to_work_with_copyter her daughter left, Beth prepared for tonight’s dinner with her only friend so far, the pool guy, Maverick.

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6/1/14 WEWRIWA

Yippee! It’s Sunday. I just finished She Never Said Yes and must reread before sending it to the the fearless leader. Thanks, lovely friends, who helped me through the agony and ecstasy of the WIP.

Today, I will take you on a journey, my very first book, To Be Continued, Vanilla Heart Publishing. Never dreaming a few years later a production company would call offering an option for a television movie. I’ve heard from them recently. It’s still in the works and that’s fine with me. One of the reasons I’m reliving this book, parts of it, is to spread hope and good wishes to all my writing pals. Never give up. Love what you write and keep going.

Elizabeth Malone wakes up the morning after an amazing night of passion with her husband of forty years to find a note: Dear Lizzie, it’s not you, it’s me. Abandoned by her husband, disappointed in daughter Susie’s casual attitude Dad’s having a mid-life crisis, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was. When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

excerpt in eight:

Sun sneaked through blinds, her eyes shut tight not quite ready to open, Elizabeth Malone wanted to revel in memories of the great sex she and Frank, her husband of forty years, had last night; at his insistence, for God’s sake. She practically had to seduce him before they did it anymore; was on the verge of suggesting those little blue pills the girls talked about, when out of nowhere he became amorous.
Fingers crept along the sheets searching for her mate as they groped to where Frank could be found most early mornings except on golf days or scheduled surgery.
Turning her head, she called his name and at the same time she saw an envelope lying on top of the pillow.  A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she sat up, a heap of green satin lay on the floor next to the bed, evidence of last night’s pleasure.
Stumbling off the bed, letter clutched in her hand, she groped for reading glasses, found them, dropped them, on hands and knees patting the carpet, found them again she read:
Dear Lizzie, It’s not you, It’s me: I have decided I must make a change in my life so I sold my half of the practice to George, left the house to you and signed my portion of divorce papers so whenever you’re ready, call Bruce.”
  She leaped up—made it to the toilet and after retching she cried, “Oh God, What an I going to do?”

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Review by LASR:

Rising from the ashes of a burned-out marriage, Elizabeth feels like forty years of her life went up in smoke. Her successful husband, Dr. Frank Malone sneaked away in the night leaving only a note.

With a daughter that “pooh-poohs” the whole thing as just a temporary mid-life crisis and “friends” that avoid her, Elizabeth must rely on herself. Even her longtime lawyer turns out to be a stinker.

The Elizabeth that once was, before subverting her aspirations and becoming Dr. Frank Malone’s wife and Susie’s mother, begins to find herself–and what a self it is. The emotional journey she makes magnifies that life is to be continued, even if old dreams and an old marriage die.

Everyone should be fortunate enough to have a new friend like Lisa, a pool man like Maverick (WOW), a new lawyer like Elise Bergen, and a Sister Mary Margaret type to help rekindle the fire to be a “winner” after feeling like a total “loser”. Besides these supportive new people in her life, Elizabeth’s life is influenced by a tempting but troubled psychiatrist that wrote a book entitled “Get A Grip”, a remarkable son-in-law, and some super guests at “The Night for Possibilities” not the least of which is Sam Taylor.

Charmaine Gordon brings the characters to life with humor, decisive action, shared tears and stories. In To Be Continued Ms. Gordon takes the reader from a situation of despair to one of joy and love with lots of living done with mature and some not-so-mature exuberance.

To Be Continued with a survive-and-thrive attitude is captivating.

“It’s Not You, it’s me.” Is this a joke or the beginning of a book?

My first book, To Be Continued, begins like this. Without knowing much about writing, fearlessly I plunged right in.  

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Liz Malone wakes up after a hot night of romance with her husband, for God’s sake—she thought she’d have to slip a little blue pill in his drink—they hadn’t had sex in so long, and finds a note from him. “Dear Lizzie, it’s not you, it’s me…” He’s flown the coop; her daughter says it’s a mid-life crisis-he’ll return. Betty, a champion swimmer at an early age, gave up her dream of Olympic Gold to marry the handsome medical student Frank Malone. He said she was a winner and coveted Betty for his own trophy. Her mother’s delight. Her coach’s nightmare. Forty years later, she’s left with Susie, Daddy’s girl, a home and considerable income and the one thing she fought for in forty years of marriage—an Olympic size pool.
Enter Maverick, the pool guy. He’s ambitious, kind, and ruggedly handsome. They strike up a friendship and collaborate in building a pool enclosure so Betty, now called Beth, may swim all year. Heated, of course, as their relationship is about. . .
What if I’d written, “It’s you, not me.”? Four years later I wonder if the book, now optioned for a television movie–YIPPEE!–and a hot seller in audio, print and eformat had interested Vanilla Heart Publishing with that for a twist. No going backwards. To Be Continued is a winner. The title indicates a follow-up story. Hmm. Too busy right now but that’s an idea.

When a producer called and said he loved the dialogue and was interested in an option, I cried and called Kimberlee Williams, at VHP. She’s in charge now.

Meanwhile, my friends, consider To Be Continued when you want to pamper yourself or your Mom.

5 Star Review from Long and Short Reviews:

Rising from the ashes of a burned-out marriage, Elizabeth feels like forty years of her life went up in smoke. Her successful husband, Dr. Frank Malone sneaked away in the night leaving only a note.

With a daughter that “pooh-poohs” the whole thing as just a temporary mid-life crisis and “friends” that avoid her, Elizabeth must rely on herself. Even her longtime lawyer turns out to be a stinker.

The Elizabeth that once was, before subverting her aspirations and becoming Dr. Frank Malone’s wife and Susie’s mother, begins to find herself–and what a self it is. The emotional journey she makes magnifies that life is to be continued, even if old dreams and an old marriage die.

Everyone should be fortunate enough to have a new friend like Lisa, a pool man like Maverick (WOW), a new lawyer like Elise Bergen, and a Sister Mary Margaret type to help rekindle the fire to be a “winner” after feeling like a total “loser”. Besides these supportive new people in her life, Elizabeth’s life is influenced by a tempting but troubled psychiatrist that wrote a book entitled “Get A Grip”, a remarkable son-in-law, and some super guests at “The Night for Possibilities” not the least of which is Sam Taylor.

Charmaine Gordon brings the characters to life with humor, decisive action, shared tears and stories. In To Be Continued Ms. Gordon takes the reader from a situation of despair to one of joy and love with lots of living done with mature and some not-so-mature exuberance.

To Be Continued with a survive-and-thrive attitude is captivating.              Charmaine CD -3 sATURATED_pp8x10g- CD

 

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11/24/13 WEWRIWA

Wishing everyone Happy Holidays but this is Sunday and the writing never ceases so join us as we read and give constructive criticism so we may learn and grow our craft as authors.

This week I continue with The Catch due to public response. Tom Donnelly The Catch, and Joanne McKenna Friedman seesaw in an attempt to put a relationship together. Big surprise when they find themselves at the elevator in the same law firm. He asks her to have dinner. She declines and melts away in the throng of people leaving work after saying. . .

excerpt in eight:

Tom, I don’t trust anyone and I hold my feelings close. My job is what counts. You caught me at a weak moment the night of the storm.”
Before he had a chance to respond Joanne vanished in the crowd.
In a cab he itched for the old life; stop for a drink or two during happy hour, pick up a pretty woman at the bar, be a good old boy but not this time so eyes squeezed tight, he gave his address to the driver, told him not to stop even if he begged to get out. The cab driver swiveled his head around and nodded, “Ya think you’re the only guy; are ya married or just need a drink?”
No to both; just a damn fool” and Tom wiped sweat from his brow and sat back to consider the obvious move to let her go. In the past the old Tom, the catch, never needed to do the one hand mambo but maybe the time was ripe because he certainly was. Go for a run, make a spinach cheese omelet and work on his best clients, the Anderson’s, latest acquisition.  Joanne McKenna Friedman you’ve dug a hole in my heart. Damn.

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7/14/13 WEWRIWA

After a week at Cape May Point, NJ, I returned tan and ready to resume The Catch begun two weeks ago. Hi friends and writers, Hope all is well. I love your comments and enjoy reading your eights. Here we go.

Last time, I opened with the very beginning of my latest release, The Catch. Tom Donnelly reached the bottom of the ladder after being on the fast track. It’s New Years Day. A paid escort just stormed out because he didn’t have enough money to pay her fee.

excerpt in eight:

 

The bathroom cabinet contained sleeping pills; an easy way out with a glass of vodka to wash them down , then peace. Shaking hands, a gift from the hellish hangover, and he fumbled opening the bottle of pills; tiny clicks as small capsules cascaded over the counter onto the floor.

Tom arranged the capsules in a row then automatically rearranged them into a formation causing the corners of his mouth to tug into a smile. They looked like a football formation made of pills and he pictured the play to come next. First a scramble for position he–the quarterback—called for. A winning strategy ended in another touchdown.

One quick motion and the capsules were flushed, a part of sewage in the great city of Chicago. As for me, Tom straightened, there’s nowhere to go but up.

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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.

He crosses paths with Joanne McKenna Friedman – a smart young lawyer, beautiful on the outside, damaged on the inside. Joanne’s secret past leaves her distrustful of everyone. Until a court case comes up to threaten her career and even her life, and she turns to Tom for help.

 

5/9/13 WEWRIWA

Hi gang. Thanks for all the comments on “Now What?”, my third book published by Vanilla Heart. Suddenly widowed, Carly Evans struggles to find her way at age fifty as a single woman. Husband Bob had a heart attack two years before dying and stopped paying attention to her while he listened to his heart beat. Unresolved problems after so many years of togetherness leaves her with a feeling of longing.

excerpt in eight; a dream a few months after Bob died

I dreamed a wondrous dream as a glow in the woods beckoned me closer, a shadowy shape I couldn’t resist. Without fear, I moved into the shimmering layers of silver white, gold and purple. Enfolded in the sparkle of white light heat rocked my insides, shot through every opening, poured like liquid gold from head to toe until a final pulsating hammered at my feminine core. I cried out for my husband, knowing he was with me. Slow withdrawal as my heartbeat returned to normal and joy filled my life even though the glow of his spirit faded.

It wasn’t a dream I realized the next morning because Bob’s message was clear. He watched over me just as my mother, gone for many years, still remained close. This would be another well-kept secret from my friends; this gift of acceptance without fear when visitations from my departed occurred.

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5/12/13 WEWRIWA

TBC front coverHi, friends and writers. This week I’m  exploring my beginning with Vanilla Heart Publishing with my first book To Be Continued.

Elizabeth Malone wakes up the morning after an amazing night of passion with her husband of forty years to find a note: “Dear Lizzie, it’s not you, it’s me.”
Abandoned by her husband, disappointed in daughter Susie’s casual attitude – ‘Dad’s having a mid-life crisis’, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was.
When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

                                                              Chapter 1

Sun sneaked through blinds,  her eyes shut tight not quite ready to open.

Elizabeth Malone wanted to revel in memories of the great sex she and Frank, her husband of forty years, had last night,  at his insistence, for God sake.  She practically had to seduce him before they did it anymore; was on the verge of suggesting those little blue pills the girls talked about, when out of nowhere he became amorous.  And it was great no, wonderful

Fingers crept along the sheets searching for her mate and groped to where Frank could was to be found

            most early mornings except on golf days or scheduled surgery.

Turning she called his name,  saw an envelope lying on top of the pillow.  A smile tugged at the corners

                                           of her mouth and she sat up.  

With care, one long polished nail sliced through the envelope.  The nail snagged on an edge and broke.  “Shit.        Nothing was going to spoil the moment because this was the first letter from Frank in all the years of

                      togetherness and she planned to keep it.  She withdrew the letter.

           Stumbling off the bed, letter clutched in her hand, she groped for reading glasses, found them, 

                           dropped them, on hands and knees patting the carpet, found them again. 

                            Now What newstyle 3DNaked on the floor, she read.

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New Take on Wedding Vows

To love and cherish, in sickness and health, to death us do part. Hmm. Now marriages last a year or two instead of a couple working things out communicating. We believed that marriage was one long conversation and we’d ride into the sunset together. Divorce lawyers are the winners here and kids are the losers.

Where does all this introspection come from you may wonder? The other night I watched Open Range starring Kevin Costner, Anette Benning, and Robert Duvall. Pioneers struggling to make a life in bleak untamed country. She’s the doctor’s sister and he’s a gunman with a past. Of course they fall in love. Beautiful and heartwarming. He asks her to marry him, an uneducated cowboy; she an educated woman. Not a typical romance but she accepts. At the end before he rides off, he wants her to turn back while she can still see some roof tops. Not leaving, remaining on her horse, she grins. Finally he says, “How’s this gonna work out if you don’t do as I say?”

That’s like saying obey as in the old wedding vows. And she, a woman before her time, sticks to her guns and does exactly as she pleases. Just a movie yet oh what fun. Woman, hear me roar.

I never learned how when I was young . I’m learning.

In my book To Be Continued, Beth Malone was abandoned by husband Frank. She’s learned to Survive & Thrive. In this scene Frank returns.

Wrapped in a towel after the evening swim, Beth strolled back
to the house after locking the enclosure. Her mind focused on
dessert for the first party. Three flavors of crème brulee served in
small ramekins along with everyone’s favorite, tiny chocolate chip
cookies, or? No, leave it be.
Before entering the kitchen Beth paused to gaze at the sky.
Peppered with a generous dose of stars, a dash of billowy clouds and
one sliver of golden moon. A recipe if she ever wrote a cookbook
for romance. She reflected on the darkness, losing one minute a day
until daylight saving time. Clocks fall back in one month. Survival
one season at a time. So far—so good.
Locking the sliders, Beth turned to see a body peering into the
refrigerator.
Oh my God! I’d know that ass anywhere. Jaw dropped, Beth
froze.
Frank Malone straightened up, cheese in one hand–tomato in
the other, a huge smile on his whiskered face. “Lizzie,” he said,arms outstretched as he advanced. “I heard about Susie’s
pregnancy. We’re going to be grandparents. Can you believe it?”He moved to embrace her, food still clutched in both hands.
Beth ducked under the tomato and said, “Get out.”
“Ah Lizzie, I must’ve been having a mid-life crisis and now I’m back.”
Face contrite, ever the performer. No wonder his patients loved him, she thought. He could appear boyish, serious, sympathetic,
sexy, kind; whatever he believed his audience required.
“No more, Frank; show’s over; long run ended when you walked out.”

For a moment he appeared startled. “But this is my home, our home. I have nowhere to go.”
“Wrong. This is my home now. Maybe Susie will take you in or your buddy, Bruce. For the last time, get out and give me the key.”
Bewildered, Frank plodded toward the front door, glancing left and right as if taking a quick inventory of changes made since his departure. Pausing at the door to what used to be his office/trophy room, he opened his mouth to speak. Beth cut him off. “Keep moving. It’s my home.” At the door, Beth held out her hand. “The key.”

He made a big show of removing it from tight jeans and slapped it in her hand as if it were a surgical instrument. The door closed
behind him with an audible click of the lock.Heart pounding, back pressed against the door for support, Beth said out loud, “Just when you thought it was safe to go into the water. . .” Even though Frank appeared to deflate as she marched him out, Beth knew he’d pump up soon enough. She hadn’t seen or heard the last of Frank Malone.
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A Ghost of Thanksgiving Past. . .

Looking back and forth with author Charmaine Gordon

The Ghost of Thanksgiving Past

Back in the days when people didn’t lock the front door or car doors, the big family I belonged to gathered at my parent’s home for Thanksgiving. When I say big-I’m talking BIG. Grandma and Grandpa had ten kids. My mom was in the middle and somehow she became the hub of the wheel of this family.

Picture this: Grandparents seated at one end of the table, candlelight shining on their white hair and proud faces. At the other end sat my father, leaning back in the chair, master of all he surveyed. Every other chair was occupied by an uncle while my aunts scurried back and forth from kitchen to dining room carrying trays heaped with enough food to feed a small nation. And as they served, they managed to gossip about everything and everyone.

Did I mention that the table extended into the living room? Well it did, to accommodate all the cousins who were up to no good. Boys of all ages and me, the first girl born to this rowdy bunch and two quiet girl cousins. We couldn’t wait to finish dinner and crawl under the grown-up table and sit with legs of various relatives all around us, while we listened to adult conversation and tried to stifle laughter. We weren’t discovered until cigar and cigarette smoke from above sent us coughing and choking for fresher air.

Ah, sweet memories of the ghost of Thanksgiving past.

                                                And now for a different kind of Thanksgiving.

TO BE CONTINUED” Romance in a ‘survive and thrive’ world

This takes place at St.Paul’s Church in Westchester County, New York where the soup kitchen is renowned for generous meals. Beth Malone, the protagonist in my story, volunteers her time as a way of giving back to the community. In this chapter, Susie, her daughter, questions why and what her mother is doing there and learns about giving.

Susie said, “What’s your domain, Mom?”

Beth laughed. “The kitchen, of course. It’s high tech and on, Thursday’s all mine. But not for too long. The regular chef is pregnant, due in a week. I’m filling in.”

“Do you like doing it? It seems like a lot of work.”

Beth picked up the pace, eager to see what lay ahead in the kitchen. “I came here to give something back to the community since I have so much. Yes, I like it. A lot.” A lot better than years trying to please your father. Did I really clean the dirt out of his golf clubs?

When Beth opened the kitchen door, she was overwhelmed with the number of volunteers—old and young—aprons tied around their waists listening to clean-shaven Harold speak clearly about kitchen chores. Heads turned and she greeted the group.

“I don’t want to interrupt Harold. He seems to have everything under control.” She introduced her family telling them Javier,her son-in-law,  was an experienced chef and he was there as a volunteer.

Harold continued with his list. When Beth moved near him, he showed the written items to her. She asked if he’d mind her adding a few ideas to simplify and he nodded it was fine.

Quickly two kinds of stuffing were in preparation, three people worked on fresh vegetable platters and fruit cups. One large pot was reserved for turkey gravy and a mixture of flour and water was stirred carefully.

Cheers went up when the turkeys were delivered. Javier checked each one to make sure they were all fully cooked. Beth watched the big clock. Pies were due any minute. Sam volunteered for pie pick-up and delivery since the bakery was on his way to the church. A knock at the door. One of the kids opened the heavy door and called out.

“Sam’s here with the pumpkin pies. He needs help bringing them in. Clear a table.”

Everyone loved Sam, the sport agent with inside stories about star jocks. They flocked around him whenever he showed up. Four teens ran out and staggered back, carefully placing boxes on the table and ran out for more. Every time the door opened, a cold blast of air swept through the warm kitchen. The table almost groaned with the boxes. At last they came back empty handed.

Beth opened one box. The pie was gorgeous, crust fluted and so flaky she was tempted to taste it. So she did. Heaven. Soon they had to be opened and placed on the dessert table. She wore her chef’s hat at a jaunty angle and the starched jacket half-buttoned. Beth hadn’t cooked, stirred or peeled anything. Just watched and barked out orders. She liked being chef.

Suddenly Sam came in the back door, walked directly to her, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out the door. A few wolf whistles echoed from the kitchen. She steered him to the closest room; dark and quiet. Without a word, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her long and sweet until they were breathless. Coming up for air, Beth said, “What. . .” Her words were cut off with another kiss.

“I missed you last night,” another kiss, “and this morning.”

“Lisa, Maverick, and the twins are joining us for dinner.” In the shadows she saw a look of pleasure on his face. “After they leave, I can thank you properly for the pies.”

Holding hands, they strolled back to the kitchen.

 

From a distance, Susie watched her mom and a man exit a room holding hands. She wondered who the hell he was and what he meant to Mom to bring a rosy glow to her cheeks.

After hearing about Mom’s kindness from the pregnant chef and the once battered woman in the locker room, Susie realized, for the first time, how lucky she was to have such a special mother.

 
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