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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

FAT & FINE - by Mary E. Thompson



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Fat & Fine

Big & Beautiful series, book 5

by Mary E. Thompson

New Release - will be available February 23 (preorder links are live)


Blurb:
After her ex insults her and breaks up with her, Sam is determined to show him exactly what he missed out on. Sam's hurt, but Sam's no push over. She's equally mad, too. And determined to make him eat his words.

Questioning if any man will ever look at her like she's beautiful, Sam joins a local gym. She's led around by Brady, the gym's owner, and is more than a little intimidated by him. His intensity scares her, but something about him intrigues her more than she cares to admit.

When Brady defends Sam and tells her she's beautiful, she struggles to accept his words.

As Sam works to figure out who she is, and what she really wants to do with her career and life, Brady's strong and silent presence builds her confidence. Until Brady dismisses her, making her think he's just as bad as her ex. And that she'll never find someone who truly cares for her.

Excerpt:
Are you okay? he finally asked.
I nodded, unable to speak around the massive lump in my throat and the tears stinging my eyes. I knew it I said anything I would lose it.
Do you want to go?
I nodded again, anxious to get away from so many prying eyes. They might be acting nice, but sharing my most humiliating moment with hundreds of strangers was not my idea of a fun evening.
Brady picked up our stuff, carrying the drinks hed bought us, the blanket, and our picnic basket. I focused on getting the hell out of there.
When we got to his Jeep Brady threw everything in the back while I climbed in, ashamed and shocked. For a fleeting second I wondered if I should be afraid of Brady, but I knew that was crazy. Brady wasnt dangerous, not to me. If he hadnt stood up for me I would have questioned why I was with him. Instead he took out Cade with one swing and Id never have to deal with him again.
Brady got in the car and turned the key, cranking up the air conditioning, then turned in his seat. Come here, he said, pulling me to him.
The center console dug into my side, but I didnt care. Bradys arms closed around me and I lost it. Everything Id hid, all the fears Id buried, all the shame Id felt, all the anger Id carried all of it poured out.
I sobbed against his strong chest, my tears soaking through his shirt. His hands rubbed up and down my back and his heart beat a steady rhythm under my ear. I let out everything Id been holding in for weeks. I hiccuped my breath and kept crying, unable to stop once Id started.
Brady was my rock. He held me as close as he could. He was turned at an odd angle and I knew his back had to be killing him. I tried to pull back but he wouldnt let me, keeping my face against his chest. He had my head tucked under his chin and he kissed my hair, whispering kind words as I cried.
When I could breathe again I eased back. Brady let me but didnt let go of me. I couldnt face him. I looked down, keeping my eyes from his, unsure and afraid of what Id find there.

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Author Bio: 
Mary E Thompson grew up loving to read, spending many night hiding under the covers with a flashlight to finish a book. As an adult she still stays up too late, but doesnt need a flashlight anymore thanks to her ereader.
When Marys not reading shes playing with her two kids or living out her real life romance with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, Buffalo sports teams, and wine, lots of wine.

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Character Interview:
Nickname - Sam
Job - Photographer
Level of schooling - BFA in Photography
Birthdate - May 1
Birthplace - Buffalo, NY
Currently residing in - Winterville, NY
Favorite type of pet - Dog
Favorite place to visit - California
Significant other - Brady Wright
Most important goal - To be happy
Worst fear or nightmare - that my parents will never be proud of me
Favorite food - All foods
Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? somewhere in between
Secret desire or fantasy - No comment
What would you do if you won the lottery? Take care of my friends.

Conversational interview:
Interviewer: Thanks for meeting me today, Sam. I know youre usually the one asking questions, but well try to make this pretty painless.
Sam (laughs): Thanks, I appreciate that. Being a photographer I hide in the background most of the time. Most people arent interested in my life.
Interviewer: Its the same way in my job, but today isnt about me. Tell me how you got into photography.
Sam: I took a photography class in high school and completely fell in love. It drew me in completely and I knew I wanted to capture moments in time for the rest of my life.
Interviewer: What is your favorite moment in time?
Sam (blushes): Well, that might be a little private, but how about I just say when Brady told me he loved me. It was completely out of the blue, but then again, so was Brady.
Interviewer: Aw, how sweet. Can you tell us a little more about Brady?
Sam (smiles and gets a dreamy look in her eyes): Hes perfect. His last name is Wright and its so fitting because he really is Mr. Wright. He makes it possible for me to achieve my number one lifetime goal.
Interviewer: Which is?
Sam: To be happy. Its all anyone really wants, but after Cade I wasnt sure Id find true happiness.
Interviewer: Well, Cade was a jerk.
Sam: Yes, he was.
Interviewer (smiling): What else makes you happy? Do you have a secret desire or fantasy?
Sam (blushing): Well, anyone who knows me knows my mind pretty much stays in the gutter. That question brings up all sorts of ideas, but none you can print. How about I just say No comment and we move on.
Interviewer (laughing): Fair enough. On the other side of things, whats your worst fear?
Sam (groans): You really know how to dig deep, dont you? Really, my worst fear has always been that my parents wouldnt be proud of me. Theyve spent years telling me I should get a real job instead of something silly like photography. Even when they say theyre proud of what Ive accomplished I worry its not the whole truth.
Interviewer: Im sure they want you to be successful. Would you consider yourself wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? That might have something to do with your parents.
Sam: Id say Im in between. I charge a fair price for my work, so Im not poor, but Im definitely not rich either. I wont get rich as a photographer because I dont love the work that brings in a higher commission, but thats okay with me. I love what I do.
Interviewer: As long as you have enough to eat its okay, right?
Sam: Oh, yeah, mama likes to eat. Thats pretty obvious to anyone who looks at me though. I like all kinds of foods, pretty much havent found one that I wont try! Brady gets mad at me when I say Im fat. My friends use much kinder words to describe us. Addi says were bulky. Claire called us lush. Mandy says chubby. Charlie likes to say fluffy, but shes a baker so it makes sense. Lexi says shapely, Riley is plump, and Carrie goes for husky. To me they all mean the same thing, but Brady wont let me say that anymore.
Interviewer: Your friends seem important to you. How did you all meet?
Sam: Mandy, Claire, Addi, and I went to college together. Lexi and Charlie we met from going to Bite Me! so often. Riley and Carrie are new additions to our group and we met them through READ. We all work well together, dont you think?
Interviewer: Yeah, you guys are great. Ive noticed a few spats though. Is it true you argue over whether dogs or cats are better? Which side do you fall on?
Sam (laughing): Oh, yeah, thats always been a fight between us. Im firmly a dog lover. Brady picked out Lucky on our first date. Hes the ugliest dog Ive ever seen, but hes so beautiful. Brady and I think hes perfect for us, not so perfect on the outside, but beautiful inside.
Interviewer (wipes eyes): Thats really beautiful. Doesnt having a dog make it hard to travel? Are there places you want to go?
Sam: I think our jobs are more of a hindrance than Lucky is. Were pretty happy at home, but if I did travel, Id love to go to California. The mountains and the ocean, the ancient trees and the beaches, the hilly roads and the winding highways it calls to the photographer in me. Id love to go out to a vineyard and just wander with my camera or hang out on the beach at sunset. It looks so beautiful out there.
Interviewer: Is that what you would do if you won the lottery? Travel?
Sam (shakes head adamantly): Nope, I dont think so. Our jobs are challenging, but I dont think wed give up our jobs. Wed take care of our family and friends. They mean everything to us. Im sure Brady could upgrade some of his equipment and I could move to a bigger studio, but I dont think wed change much about the way we live. We dont need much, just each other.
Interviewer: Youre so lucky Sam. Its been wonderful to talk to you. I wish you and Brady the best.
Sam: Thanks. This was fun. Well have to get together some time. Maybe you can join us for girls night some Tuesday at Bite Me! Charlie really does make the best cupcakes youve ever tasted.
Interviewer: Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!

Sunday, February 21, 2016

From Here to Fourteenth Street - Diana Rubino






About FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET

It's 1894 on New York's Lower East Side. Irish cop Tom McGlory and Italian immigrant Vita Caputo fall in love despite their different upbringings. Vita goes from sweatshop laborer to respected bank clerk to reformer, helping elect a mayor to beat the Tammany machine. While Tom works undercover to help Ted Roosevelt purge police corruption, Vita's father arranges a marriage between her and a man she despises. As Vita and Tom work together against time and prejudice to clear her brother and father of a murder they didn't commit, they know their love can survive poverty, hatred, and corruption. Vita is based on my great grandmother, who left third grade to become a self-made businesswoman and politician, wife and mother.


EXCERPT

As Vita gathered her soap and towel, Madame Branchard tapped on her door. "You have a gentleman caller, Vita. A policeman."
"Tom?" His name lingered on her lips as she repeated it. She dropped her things and crossed the room.
"No, hon, not him. Another policeman. Theodore something, I think he said."
No. There can't be anything wrong. "Thanks," she whispered,  nudging Madame Branchard aside. She descended the steps, gripping the banister to support her wobbly legs. Stay calm! she warned herself. But of course it was no use; staying calm just wasn't her nature.
“Theodore something” stood before the closed parlor door. He’s a policeman? She looked him up and down with curious intent. Tall and hefty, a bold pink shirt peeking out of a buttoned waistcoat and fitted jacket, he looked way out of place against the dainty patterned wallpaper.
He removed his hat. "Miss Caputo." He strained to keep his voice soft as he held out a piece of paper. “I’m police commissioner Theodore Roosevelt.”
"Yes?" Her voice shook.
"I have a summons for you, Miss Caputo." He held it out to her. But she stood rooted to that spot.
He stepped closer and she took it from him, unfolding it with icy fingers. Why would she be served with a summons? Was someone arresting her now for something she didn't do?
A shot of anger tore through her at this system, at everything she wanted to change. It eclipsed her fear, making her blood boil. She flipped it open and saw the word "Summons" in fancy script at the top. Her eyes widened with each sentence as she read. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
I hereby order Miss Vita Caputo to enter into holy matrimony with Mr. Thomas McGlory immediately following service of this summons.
Signed and witnessed, it looked very official. She looked up at Theodore. He flashed her a toothy smile.
"He's pazzo, he's just nuts!" She read it again and again, laughing, her eyes filled with tears of relief and happiness.
“Deeee-lightful, isn’t it, Miss Caputo?” The door opened and he stepped aside. There stood Tom in the doorway. Teddy Roosevelt cuffed him on the chin and vanished.
"I would have arrested you, but I was afraid you would resist." He gave her a playful grin.
She leapt forward and embraced him with every bit of strength she had left, crushing the paper between them.
"You are just crazy!" was all she could think to say. Still dizzy from the shock, the fright, and the anger that blanketed it all, she juggled a new jumble of titillating emotions.
"You're the one who should be crazy, crazy enough to marry me, that is."
All her doubts vanished at that instant. “Oh, yes, together we are stronger than any force that would dare keep us apart.” 
In a guarded tone she asked, "You don't mean tonight, do you?" Jadwiga's one-word suggestion flashed through her mind. “Elope.” She wondered if the two of them had planned a slick coup. Was a priest in the parlor waiting to officiate?
He laughed, a halo around his head from the lamp’s glow. "Any night you want. Tonight, tomorrow, next week, just don't make me wait too long."
"How long were you sitting in there?"
"A few hours. I figured you were with your family. Your landlady was nice enough to let me wait. I told her I wanted to surprise you, and I think she figured out what it was. So she didn't interfere. Teddy there, who considerately left us alone, is our commish, and the jokester on the force. He'd have to be, to have gone along with this!"
They went into the parlor and she closed the door, quivering in naughty delight. As she sat on the sofa, he dropped to one knee. He slid his hand into his pocket and brought out a sparkling ring, took her hand and slipped it onto the third finger of her left hand. “Vita, will you marry me?”
“Oh, Tom…” She held it at arm's length, turning her hand this way and that. It glittered in the lamp’s glow.
She would have eloped with him at this minute if he’d asked. If a priest stood in this room, they would have been married by now. She threw her arms around his neck, dizzy with happiness, dizzily in love. “Of course I’ll marry you! Tonight, tomorrow, whenever you want! Oh, how I love you!” 
He sat beside her and she pulled the pins from her bun. Her hair tumbled to her waist, and he stroked it lovingly as she nestled against his chest. Their lips met and parted. Her mind raced . . . we need to set a date!

- Purchase FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET





ABOUT DIANA

My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, and New York. My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. I live on Cape Cod with my husband Chris. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano and devour books of any genre.


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An Interview With Vita Caputo McGlory, the heroine of FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET

Job – I started out as a sweatshop worker sewing ‘shirtwastes’ (blouses), and now I’m a committeewoman, with a view to being New York City’s first female mayor.

What’s your level of schooling?
I left school at 16 to go to work in a lampshade factory.
Where were you born?
Sassano, Italy, near Naples.
Where do you live now?
Greenwich Village, in a brownstone on East 14th Street.

Do you have a favorite pet?
They’re all favorites, two mongrel pups, Charlie and Shirley, two cats Romeo and Juliet, and assorted goldfish whose names we can’t keep up with!
What’s your favorite place to visit?
Coney Island, to sit on the beach, frolic in the ocean, eat those delicious hot dogs and fried dough, and stroll the boardwalk!
Who is your significant other?
My husband Tom McGlory, who stuck with me as we overcame astronomical odds to stay together.
What’s your most important goal?
To see my three children become successful, respectable citizens. Doing all right so far—my daughter Assunta (Susan) owns a clothing store, my son Virgilio (Billy) writes Broadway musicals and my youngest Teresa (Tessie) wants to be a baby doctor.
What’s your worst fear or nightmare?
That the stock market will crash again or some other disaster will plunge us back into poverty.
What’s your favorite food?
My homemade lasagna with my grandmother’s sauce recipe (it’s a secret)
Are you wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? 
We’re finally members of the solid middle class.
What’s your secret desire or fantasy?
To sing in one of my son’s musicals.
What would you do if you won the lottery?
I’d buy my own airplane and give the rest to charity.