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Across a crowded world. . .

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Once upon a time, my son Paul was a performer with the Second Hand, dancing all over the world. He called me in New York.; “‘I’m in Copenhagen. I’ll be performing in Berlin in two week and I want you to meet me there.” Newly widowed, the idea of traveling to a foreign country alone frightened me. He encouraged me, said he’s pay the fare, the hotel. All I had to do was show up.

“Where in Copenhagen are you, my son?”

“I met a beautiful woman, Mom. her name is Eva. Gotta run. Call this number if you get over your scaredy cat self. ”

He rattled off a long number and hung up. I paced the floor. Should I–shouldn’t I.? My husband whispered from beyond, “Go.” I called Paul. We made a plan. I had two weeks to learn German from a tennis friend. Her husband came to America to open the first Volkswagen showroom way back in time. When Paul greeted me at the airport, I spoke relatively decent German while he, the linguist, was left behind. One of the shows planned was on television and I was on set. Lights, camera, action. There were the three young men performing wonderfully funny acrobatic and funny dances. Applause, applause.

Years later, Paul and Eva found each other across a crowded world on Facebook. Happily ever after, they live in Denmark where Eva is an artist if renown and Paul is re-establishing himself as a teacher of the performing arts. Married last October, they Skype with me often like two happy campers. I miss them and love them. I write my books here in NY; mature romance fifteen stories thus far and more to come where my motto is, “It isn’t over ’til it’s over.”

Here’s to love, good health, and happiness.

Feeling a bit poignant writing this; empty nest syndrome? After so many years, maybe.

Here’s my latest release Housebroken. No, it’s not about a dog. . .yet

 

Housebroken–No it’s not about a dog. . .yet.Empty nest syndrome has overtaken Sally and Steve Atwood. They must find a way to recapture the alone-at-last feeling.

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 a 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…
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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Thank you for joining in, my friends. If you’ve surred from empty nest syndrome, please stop by and leave a comment.

Print or ebooks. What’s your preference?

Charmaine Headshot for Author CentralAs an author, I speak to lots of people. When we talk about preferences in print vs ebooks, they almost always hold up their hands as if they’re reading a book. I’m sure there are a zillion younger folks who laugh and say, Kindle or Nook or I thingy whatever other options rather than purchase a book. Some say they love the smell and feel of a book, the act of turning a page.

Vanilla Heart Publishing, always thinking ahead especially with my series of Mature Romances, has just this very day released Volume 2. To see three of my stories once again, under the umbrella title of The Beginning. . .Not The End warms my heart. Here come blurbs from the three stories. You’re going to love them. Trust me. I’m the author. Shamelessly, I proceed.

No Time for Green Bananas
Celeste Hamlin, seventy-five year old widow, has a goal… conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life. Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, meets the dynamic Celeste, and recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.” Will they begin again?

TBNTE V 2 CVR for ARe

 

She Didn’t Say No
Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed… Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers. What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.

 

Dr. D and the Dad
A trip over a mound of sand on the beach begins a journey for Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan. She’s a pediatrician, a bit over weight; he has a foster care home with three children under his sheltering wing… and a dark secret. Can they overcome the past and make the future work for them? They might just find the initial trip was well worth it.

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What a great gift for all occasions like Mother’s Day, birthdays, any days. I might just stop by and read a chapter or two for you. I did that for my daughter while on a sleep-over last Friday. We had a lot of fun ’til the dog barked and spoiled it. Labradors don’t enjoy a good book even though all my stories have dogs and cats as integral characters.

Photo: Not again Gracie! Symba's tail should not be laying NEAR  him! i have got to keep CR's bedroom door closed bc you are all puppy still!

3/16/14 WEWRIWA

Zooming along toward spring, chipping remnants of ice to widen driveways ever hopeful to hear  birds chirping, crocus blooming and a semblance of re-awakening nature brings. Welcome friends, to another Sunday of snippets from talented authors looking toward constructive criticism. Today I continue with She Didn’t Say No, the story of Grace Meredith and what happens next after she gives in to a night of pleasure with Scott Dwyer. Thanks to everyone who left wonderful comments encouraging me in my career as an author.

Excerpt in approximately eight:

 

Vowing to love each other forever, finish school in a few years and begin a life together, we became the hottest unlikely new couple on campus, the studious girl and the BMOC with school the first priority. We made a promise not to interfere with our different plans because I’d be off to Purdue and he hadn’t solidified his plans yet because law schools offered scholarships for the brightest students and Scott had almost made up his mind since graduation was in June, a couple of months away.

A month later I missed my period; always on time, first I worried and kept it to myself and then frantic, I told him a big fat lie crossing my fingers and hoping to die for what I was about to say, I called my dearest love and said I had the flu and didn’t want him to catch it. Busy with finals, Scott said okay and he missed me and hoped I felt better soon and we’d be together again.

By the second late period, I was sure so I skipped classes and had someone bring assignments to my apartment, I completed my work while making a list of pros and cons, I faced the facts because by now, I’d cried too much pacing the floor alone with no one to talk to and afraid I might hurt the baby with all my grief, I reached for an inner strength to move on. Heartbroken, the practical side of me decided Scott must never know; I couldn’t burden his life, ruin his career with a baby and as for me, I’d go to Buffalo, tell my parents and they’d help me solve the problem.

 My Dearest Scott, I’m saying goodbye, not because I want to but because I have to; our paths are too divergent to survive the long wait until we can be together so please, please know you are my one and only love; I wish you well; and, and I don’t know what else to say except goodbye.

The letter made no sense; choices made with no guidance; choices that changed our lives.

 

This is the last snippet from She Didn’t Say No. Thanks for all the encouragement, my friends.

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3/9/14 WEWRIWA

More than a year ago, Weekend Writers have given new meaning to Sundays in my life. Thanks to all commenters, talented writers, with their constructive critique week after week.

I continue this week with Grace Meredith , a nineteen year old senior at a college in NY state and her first romantic encounter with the Big Man on Campus, Scott Dwyer. They’ve just stopped for burgers and fries before going to her apartment off-campus. The book is titled She Didn’t Say No, Vanilla Heart Publishing.

excerpt in eight:

 

First we sat on the couch and necked which led to touching and stroking each other and then , oh so politely, he asked if I minded if he did this and that and soon we were naked on my maiden double bed with pink flowered sheets and a matching spread.

“Grace, you’re so beautiful,” Scott said and fondled my breasts as if they were treasures and tasted one nipple and then the other sucking like a baby searching for milk.

My hands grabbed his head, ran my fingers through his thick curly hair and held him close never wanting him leave, my first lover, my only love.

He said, “Do you have protection?”

“I have a diaphragm and cream but I never used it,” and it occurred to me this was a funny conversation in the heat of nakedness although we didn’t laugh.

“Oh, well, this time leave it up to me but next time practice until you get it right because I have a feeling we’re gonna need a lot of protection.”

He groaned and I heard a rip of a packet and fumbling and soon he played with the dark moist space between my thighs until I lifted my hips to heaven when slowly, he entered virgin territory where only a tampon had been. No comparison here as he continued to move in a little deeper each time to break the barrier and we were one reaching for the stars.

So this is what all the fuss is all about, I thought, and wanted more.   Say No CVR ARe

 

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Shout out news: Thrilled to announce a 5 star review for No Time for Green Bananas from the renowned LASR Reviews.

3/3/14 WEWRIWA

Polar Vortex? Remember when the weatherperson said, “Bundle up, folks. It’s gonna be a cold one”?????????Stay warm and read another snippet from She Didn’t Say No, my latest release from Vanilla Heart Publishing, a mature romance/suspense with a twist.

When last seen, Grace reeled from her first kiss ever. Scott Dwyer, the Big Man On Campus delivered a smooch to knock her socks off. After a burger and fries on the way back to campus, she wonders what happens next, just like a writer. We all know the possibilities when we face our computers.

excerpt in eight:

 

After burgers, fries, and milkshakes he followed directions to my apartment and parked looking up at the nice building, he smiled. “I’ve passed this place like a zillion times never thinking the girl of my dreams might be right upstairs.”

“Girl of your dreams?” I smacked his shoulder, “You probably say that to all the girls.”

“No, Grace, I mean it; I’ve admired you for months at the library and here we are.”

Is this where I say come up and then I heard myself asking if he’d like to come up and we were inside and kissing in my quiet apartment where no one ever came until now. I always wondered what happens when two young people are alone, hormones raging but hearing about it and reading books is not the same. I wore a spring sweater set, pleated skirt, underwear, socks and sneakers; nothing sexy except my feelings and wanting him and Scott had experience on his side. Was I expected to be a casual lay? Right now, I didn’t know and didn’t care.

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2/16/14 WEWRIWA

Sundays are good. Very good with WEWRIWA. More snow? Yes, but who cares. Soon spring with crocus pushing through the dirt. . .Is there dirt under the mountains of snow? Of course and when the temperature rises this very week to melt the ice and rivulets of racing water cascade down drains., we’ll see mud. Yippee! SPLAT!

Continuing with my new book, She Didn’t Say No. I love the title. It conjures up possibilities. The story begins in 1960. Last week at the college library on Saturday, nineteen year old studious Grace Meredith meets Big Man on Campus, Scott Dwyer, Captain of the Swim team, who has taken an interest in her. What happens next unfolds a bit more of the story. They talk about school, goals at first.

excerpt in eight: Grace answers his question regarding her future plans. Say No CVR ARe

“I plan to be a veterinarian and how about you?”

“Law with a strong leaning toward criminal justice.”

“Like FBI or Police Academy?”

He frowned and said, “Not sure, it’s all so far away but maybe I’ll specialize in the K-9 Corp so we both care about animals.”

He sat back and appeared to be very pleased with himself.

I liked his self confidence, something I lacked even though I’d boasted about not being afraid of anything although my parents frightened me with their expectations and pressure. I slammed the book shut and jumped to my feet, “Scott, how about playing hooky from studying and let’s go to the beach.”

And we were off to the beach in his shiny yellow Volkswagon Bug for the beginning of the ride that changed my life.

 

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https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shedidn039tsayno-1404960-149.html

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/400933

http://youtu.be/fdBbIVdBXXo

Shout out news: Thrilled to announce a 5 star review for No Time for Green Bananas from the renowned LASR Reviews.

2/9/14 WEWRIWA

Hi Everyone. With all the scams going around, a nasty Internet warning appeared forecasting the storm of the century for today. And now it’s downgraded to a moderate flurry with a couple of inches. No biggie. Yay! We’re survivors, right? You betcha.

Today I begin with my latest release, She DIdn’t Say No, published last week and featured on USAToday HEA section..

Blurb:

 

Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed.. .

Grace makes her way to a new town and with the kindness of strangers, establishes a business called The Pet Emporium where she grooms, what else? Dogs and cats.

Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers.

What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.

 

Excerpt in eight:                                                       Say No CVR ARedefd4-5-stars-rating-bmp

 

I focused on studies; my goal to be a veterinarian required concentration and high grades. The library emptied most Saturday afternoons as the campus prepared for dates, parties and events that had nothing to do with me, a country girl from way upstate New York with ambition and parent’s expectations of greatness from their only child. One student, I’d seen him before, a guy called a BMOC, Big Man On Campus, glanced over from another table and grinned.

“Hey, you, I’ve seen you a bunch of times before with your cute little nose in the books and wondered if  you ever came up for air?”

He spoke to me, this handsome guy, captain of the swim team said my nose is cute and the next thing I knew, he plunked books next to me and grinned again.

“Scott Dwyer,” and he extended his right hand, muscles rippling through his white tee shirt.

I tentatively reached over to shake it and he pulled me closer saying, “Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite.”

Grasping his hand with a firm grip, I shook it and said, “I’m not afraid of anything; I’m Grace Meredith and now I must finish this chapter before the library closes.”

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Anatomy of a story. . .

Those of you who know me are aware I sleep write. It’s true. A story comes in the night and in the morning I begin. Lately I’ve rushed in and made hasty starts. After I calm down and rethink the idea, I begin again. And somehow a story reveals itself and builds with characters to love and dislike, and always mindful to use conflict and everything needed to bring a story to life.

She Didn’t Say No, released yesterday, is one of those stories. I thought maybe it would be a long/short story and yet it grew. I had more to reveal about the characters. And when a story is cooked just right with all the flavors stirred in and tasted, this author knows when to write The Beginning. . .Not The End.

Introducing my latest baby, She Didn’t Say No.                      Say No CVR ARe

AVAILABLE IN PRINT and ALL EBOOK FORMATS

 

She Didn’t Say No

by Charmaine Gordon

 

Another Mature Romance… with a twist!

 

     Say No 3D    Say No ereader graphic with hands

 

 

Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed…

 Grace makes her way to a new town and with the kindness of strangers, establishes a business called The Pet Emporium where she grooms , what else? Dogs and cats.

 Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers.

 What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.

Coming Soon in Audio!

 

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12/22/14 WEWRIWA

Winter solstice, folks. One minute of daylight more each day and I’ll drink to that. Yippee!

This is the last snippet from Before the Final Curtain; favorites sentences from a show business dramedy. The first line is from the renowned costume designer, Selma Leon and her thoughts about the too young actor playing the part of daughter.

It’s going to age me dressing a twit like her who must’ve have used the casting couch to get the part. Randall Sloan, the randy old bastard’s gone through enough couches to keep a furniture store in business; he must get a discount.

Jimmy Corcoran, the director’s assistant and talented young writer, knows he’s being taken advantage of with the director stealing scenes he’s written.

What a mess and I’m the one to clean it up, the fixer, my words, my script, when will I ever get the credit? His writer’s mind churns and he writes a scene.

Jimmy speaks to Becca in private saying words she never expected to hear.

“I know your kids from high school, private school in New Hampshire, and it just hit me that my friend Charles looks just like Chris Williams and his twin sister Beth is the image of you.” Becca’s face lost all color and Jimmy knew he’d upset her. He put his hand over his heart and Becca thought, ” Oh no, he’s going to pledge allegiance.

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The Beginning…Not the End

Book 3

ANNOUNCING

Book 3 of Charmaine Gordon’s New Series!

 

Before the Final Curtain

by

Charmaine Gordon 

Once lovers, aging actors collide on stage as stars in a romantic comedy written and directed by a manipulative director. Add to the mix the talented assistant, a tough stage manager, one prominent costume designer, two young actors, secrets and gossip. Show business. There’s no business like it.


From the new Charmaine Gordon series The Beginning…Not the End.

Mature Love, Romance, Suspense.

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10/20/13 WEWRIWA A Community of Writers and Readers

Before the Final Courtain with theme borderWelcome to Sundays with Weekend Warrior Writers to share our eight sentence snippets.

This week, by popular request, I’m writing one last eight of Before the Final Curtain before I introduce another story. Thanks for all your comments, constructive critique and support. That’s what we’re all about. Last week I introduced you to Chis Williams, co star and former lover of Becca Morgan. This week, you’ll see how Randall Sloan, infamous playwright and director works with the young actors on a scene. They don’t call him Randy for nothing. He decides to micro-manage the love scene with the young actors in front of a small audience.

excerpt in eight:

 

 You’ve just made love and Max is ready to roll over and sleep now satiated satiated when Laura’s thoughts return to her mother.

Laura: We shouldn’t have made her sleep in the basement, she allowed us to move in and now she’s gone. (She cries)

Max: (reaches for Laura and they begin to make love)

Randall shouts, “What we need to bring the audience into the story is for you to take the moment before so take it and climax when you make love, feel it as the earth moves; shudder in the glory and hold each other as your bodies quiet before you, Max, roll over to sleep in peace after a piece. ”

In a tangle of bodies under the covers, Max and Laura kiss, acting urgency became reality when moans of ecstasy emanate from the darkened stage and staff and crew lean forward, voyeurs to the scene Randall wants.

Max: Oh, baby. (takes her in his arms) She’s old and doesn’t need a big house so let’s get a dog for her.

(Laura slugs him with a pillow” Go to sleep and I’ll figure something out.

Randall, pleased with his genius, moved on not paying attention to the caresses going on between the young actors.

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                                                                                                 Before The Final Curtain

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