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Turning the Page

At first, Ethan thought it was someone playing a joke on him. He almost hung up the phone when the nasally caricatured voice came across the line telling him, “Please hold the line for a call from Mayor Galley.”

Why would the Mayor be calling me? The Mayor’s booming baritone came across the line with his deep Southern drawl.

“Ethan, my boy, something of grave importunacy has come across my desk. I do not like it, nor do I desire for it to come to fruition,” Mayor Galley told him.

The one-sided conversation continued for several more minutes before Mayor Galley asked, “Do you understand what I am saying, Son?”

No, I don’t.

“Good. I will see you in my office at 11 am sharp! I have meetings all day so do not be late,” he told him.

Ethan hung up the phone. As he stood behind the counter, a perplexed look covered his face. His mother, a quiet woman born to be church first lady, watched him closely.

“Is there something wrong, Ethan?” Hester Strom wanted to know.

“I was summoned to the Mayor’s office today for a meeting at 11,” he told his mother.

Hester checked her watch. “You only have a half hour. Since you don’t have time to call anyone in to cover the shop, I will stay and handle things for you,” Hester said.

“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot,” he told her. The great thing was, his Mom came to the bookstore every Wednesday for a cup of Palheta’s Bouquet. One day, Ethan was slow getting the dark brew started, and his mother learned how to operate the coffee machine. Since she was in the shop each Wednesday anyway, Ethan trained her to man the register, stock shelves, receive inventory, and update the POS system. Leaving his mother in charge of the shop was an easy thing to do. Getting through the next few hours he found to be more than taxing on his patience, his nerves, and his eyeballs.

Janie didn’t really know what to make of Mayor Galley’s request to come to his office. She was told to be there at 11 am sharp. Dressed and ready to head out the door, she stopped briefly to update her brother. Jem was out of school and able to man the store for her in the morning, and Meg would be in at noon to start her shift.

Not quite certain what to wear, as well as having no fashion sense whatsoever, Janie donned her favorite pink tee shirt and a loose fitting pair of gym pants and headed to her meeting. Once she arrived, she immediately understood her favorite tee was probably not the best choice of clothing. This became evident when a black man standing in front of the Mayor’s office began to gawk at her chest. It wasn’t as if Janie was a triple D-cup, but she had enough to fill up an average sized male’s mouth. Her mother always told her that more than a mouthful was simply too much.

Still, the way he stared at her breasts was rude and uncalled for; she would not take his forwardness without a challenge. “Hey, bub!” she called to him. “My eyes are up here.”

Ethan was appalled. He had been caught staring at her shirt. Not only was the shirt a neon hot pink, which is what first caught his attention, but what kept him focused on it was the image. He asked, “I’m sorry. Is that a weight lifter on your shirt?”

Janie’s hands were on her hips in defiance, “Yes, it is!”

He could not stop himself from frowning when he said, “The position and pose of the weightlifter implies that he is performing a dead overhead lift of your…”

“Again, my eyes are up here, Bub,” she said.

Ethan could not let it go. He had never seen anything so blatantly sexist and sexy all in one neon hot pink package. The courage she had to wear it in public was one thing, but to wear to a meeting with the Mayor was another. She strolled past him into Mayor Galley’s office, as pretty as she pleased, shaking the Mayor’s hand and taking a seat.

Evidently, Ethan was the only person in the room who had not officially met the one and only Janie Cimoc. Neither the Mayor, the Deputy Mayor, nor the Mayor’s assistant paid any attention to the tee. Ethan’s eyes kept wandering back to it. There was even a weightlifting bar that sat perfectly under the two mounds, which held two black half circles that made it look as if her boobies were being cradled in the cups. The look on the weightlifter’s face implied he was straining to hold up the two masses.

“I’m glad you are both here. I think once we finish this meeting we are going to have a great plan to save both of your businesses and the sanctity of our town,” Mayor Galley Said. The rest of his team agreed with him.

Janie and Ethan spoke at the same time, “Our businesses are in trouble?”

The Mayor stood up and walked around his desk. He wore a long jacket that favored a tuxedo coat with tails. This jacket was complimentary to a pair of pin striped pants. To Ethan, the man looked like Mayor McCheese, bulbous nose included.

“The infidels are at the gate, and they are trying to destroy our way of life,” the Mayor told them both. Through a series of rants filled with pontifications and lopsided allegories, the meeting boiled down to a big box bookstore coming to Venture.

“Ethan, my wife looks forward to book club at your store. I also send my assistant over every Thursday for a large cup of that Guatemala Huehuetenango. That is some mighty fine coffee there, my boy,” the Mayor told him.

He turned his attention to Janie. “My kids have grown up in the Comic Book and your store is a staple in this town as well.”

So that is who she is. Janie Cimoc. In the flesh.

Ethan spoke up, “Sir, I am not certain what this meeting is about. Can you please clarify why we are here?”

The Mayor looked at Ethan as if he had just burped up a bologna mouth fart. “That big box store is going to run you both out of business. You will be out of business in less than a year unless we can get ahead of those bastards!”

Janie spoke, “Sir, I am certain there is enough business for all three of us to survive.”

“That is where you are wrong, Janie girl,” Mayor Galley told her. He went on to explain that corporate stores like those bring in their own management teams. “Locals are only hired part time at best. The book prices are too high and what they give back to the community is minimal.”

His eyes were filled with fire when he spoke to them, “You two understand this town because you live here; you grew up here. Our way of life is about uplifting and supporting each other.”

“What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?” Ethan asked.

Mayor Galley rubbed his rounded belly, “The city has two buildings, one on your side of town, Janie, and the other on your side, Ethan. The taxes are past due by three years, and now the properties belong to the City of Venture. I will let you have either building. You can pay up a year on the back taxes and set up a payment plan on the rest if you can’t pay the taxes out right.”

Janie was looking at Ethan and Ethan at her. She asked the same question of the Mayor that Ethan had, “What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?”

The Mayor seemed frustrated with them both. A large gust of coffee tinged breath came out of his mouth as he exhaled in exasperation. “In order for you two to be around after those corporate bastards come to town, you are going to have to combine forces!”

Ethan was staring at Janie’s shirt. “She and I combine our businesses?”

“Son, until now, I had never thought you to be daft. I am starting to wonder,” Mayor Galley said with a frown on his face.

“Your Honor,” Ethan said as he rose, “I am not daft, nor short-sighted, but if I am given a choice on whether or not to combine my business with a random stranger, I would rather not!”

The mayor slammed his hand on the desk. “Fine! You will be out of business in less than a year. You too, Janie girl!”

He breathed deeply before waddling his way behind his desk. “I am trying to do what is best for the two of you as well as the citizens of Venture. You two are young, and if you put your heads together, I am certain you can work out a fair deal and create the best of both worlds.”

Mayor Galley opened his desk drawer and pulled out two sets of keys. “Here are the addresses and keys to both of the buildings. I need you two to make this work,” he told them as he checked his watch.

Janie knew that meant their time was up. “Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” she said as she led the way out to the office.

In the hallway, she faced Ethan. My new business partner. He’s kind of cute. Based on his slow-witted responses in the meeting, he doesn’t seem very smart, though.

Janie stuck out her small hand for a shake, “Put it there, part’nuh!”

Ethan’s head was whirling. He accepted her handshake, then her business card that looked like a six-year-old had doodled stick people on a piece of card stock that was cut out at a whopsided angle. Janie proceeded to rattle off a list of things she needed to get done by the end of the day.

Why is she telling me this?

“Call me later, after four, so we can decide to meet or ride together to look at those buildings tomorrow,” she told him. He watched the neon pink shirt walk away. She was as interesting coming as she was going. On the back of the shirt was the same cartoon weightlifter, face down, doing pushups on dumbbells. The dumbbells were strategically placed on her butt cheeks. Each time she took a step, it looked as if the weightlifter was doing a one-armed press.

What just happened? Better yet, where in the hell did she get that crazy ass shirt?

That, he would have to answer later. Right now, his mind was focused on his arms. The fine hairs were sticking up from all of the goose pimples that had arisen from when she shook his hand.

Ethan was about to start a new chapter in his book of life. There was a great deal of information that would need to be set up in order for the story to flow smoothly. If not, this story would end just like his last novel; a hot, flat, mess.

He was smiling when he got into his car.

I have goose bumps.

 

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Do your readers allow you to grow?

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I never write the same story twice.  I feel it is a cheat that authors use when they have an idea or plot that sells, they keep writing the same story just interchanging the character’s names.  I can’t.  I have too many wonderful people in my head with their own individual tales. But there is a backlash.  If a reader “discovers” one of your books, they often expect every book to be that way, This is why many authors use Psuedos. My pseudo is my pseudo.

Here is this week’s author question.

Do your readers allow you to grow? Recently, I received a harsh review because my new book was nothing like my last.  The reviewer said she was “disappointed.”  

How do you grow as a writer without becoming formulaic?

2.0 out of 5 stars I was very disappointed in this book I pre ordered this book with …,October 13, 2014

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This review is from: Loving Words (The Davonshire Series Book 2) (Kindle Edition)
I was very disappointed in this book I pre ordered this book with great anticipation but was sorely sorry ….the love scene came very late in the book after reading Thursdays in Savannah Miss Gaines cannot seem to measure up.
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Indie and I Love It

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It is every author’s dream to get THAT lucrative book deal and an agent who never sleeps. Along with that book deal comes the media blitz, the tours, and resources you cannot imagine—all working for you. When you hit that point, you know you have arrived.

Thursdays_in_Savanna_Cover_for_KindleI am cool with a grandiose arrival, but damn, the journey that I am taking right now, I wouldn’t trade for the world.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I want all of those things I mentioned before, but I want those things when I no longer need the money. You see, with those things, you have to split every dime you make. Yes, that agent who never sleeps wants her share. The publisher wants their share. The media consultant wants their share, and selling a million books becomes necessary to pay all of those people. You no longer care if what you have written is formulaic or if it is even good. You just want to stay on top.

I am an indie author and I started from the bottom.

I am still kind of there, but it’s cool, and let me tell you why.

I have made a name for myself by the sheer sweat of my brow. I tell the stories I want to tell and I tell them the way my heart says they should flow. I have hired editors who understand my voice and my storytelling style. I hired a cover designer to evoke a certain feel on the covers that tell the reader, when your turn the page, you will understand those people on the jacket.

Each and every word in the story is carefully selected.

Each funny line is taken from my soul.

Each chapter moves your forward in the characters journey, taking you along with them until the last word.

When the reader is done, it is a story that has touched them. Some may feel adamantly opposed to the heroine and believe her to be stupid. But a woman who has been in her shoes, understands. Others may view the hero as a man on a mission. A man they want to come into their lives. Yet in the end, the story has stayed with them.

Every copy that I sell moves me one step closer.

Each review I earn touched one more reader.

I am not there yet, but I am proud of my journey.

In 54 Days, I sat at #2 on the Amazon top 100. A week later I fell to #3 seated behind a New York Times bestselling author contracted to Harlequin. I am still sitting in the top 100 with the same number of reviews.

For an indie author, that is pretty darn good. One hundred reviews in 54 days? I am okay with that. I am an indie author and I am proud.

I am working my dream job. Come with me on the journey and read my words.

Thursday in Savannah, available on Amazon.com and online retailers.

What I am Reading

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This should be a really fun read.

I was waiting in the library and picked it up, I was nearly through Chapter 3 just standing in the stacks.

I got online and ordered my copy. Looking forward to reading this one.

June book club

 

Finally, a Reason to Love Thursdays

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Jesse Orison knew he was on borrowed time, but he had a plan. Savannah was set to marry another guy in year. Experience had taught him that a man could make a lot of things happen in 12 months.

His first priority starting next week, was to make her fall in love with him.

He would begin his methodical plan by paying her a visit on Thursday.

Savannah Niden had everything a girl could want, a nice condo, a great job and a fiancé. The only problem was the maintenance man, Jesse.

Jesse started coming over on Thursdays and he liked to stay all night.

Savannah’s primary problem, she was learning to love Thursdays and Jesse a whole lot.

Paperback is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Coming May 23, 2014

What I am Reading

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This month, my book club is reading Night Pleasures, By Sherrilyn Kenyon..

After March’s book club selection, I was moved aside and told it would be a while before I would be able to choose another book. Shannon chose this one and it sounds pretty good.  I did make up some brownie points by giving each member, their own personal coffee mug.

Here is a description.

He is solitude. He is darkness. He is the ruler of the night. Yet Kyrian of Thrace has just woken up handcuffed to his worst nightmare: An accountant. Worse, she’s being hunted by one of the most lethal vampires out there. And if Amanda Devereaux goes down, then he does too.

Headed to 2nd & Charles to see if I can find it tomorrow.

I’m Laughing Because it is Funny

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Sometimes, when I am sitting alone in my writing lab, playing with my unicorn Sparkles, things seem funny to me.  I write the funny scenario into a scene and crack up laughing. It is uncertain if at times it is actually amusing, or my visualization of the even makes it even more comical to me.

I saw an image of a spirit beneath a well on someone’s Facebook post, and I toyed with idea, what if someone was actually able to catch that spirit.  If you catch the spirit, then the entity will grant your heart’s desire.  However, what if what you want, isn’t actually what your heart is craving.  What if you make the wish and get it all wrong?

I wrote Beneath the Well of Dawn and played with that idea.  What if you wished for a really good looking guy, but he was dumb as a box of crayons or if you wished for someone who was a good conversationalist, but was too unattractive to look at?

In Beneath the Well of Dawn, Faynell encounters many bad choices, but one is sitting at her table, who meets the next door neighbor, Zeke, who is more than just a pest in the main character’s eyes.

The interaction, makes me laugh, because I think it is funny.

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She began to hum a tune as she cracked eggs and set the bacon to sizzling. Mike had a wonderful tenor voice that he used to join in with her on the song. He filled the coffee carafe with water as he made the coffee, found the plates to set the table, and even laid out the silver ware. He grabbed small glasses from the cupboard and well cover, newpoured them both some orange juice. When everything was done, he took her hand into his, and blessed the food. She liked this Mike. Well, at least she did until she saw him eat.

The slack in his lip created an issue with holding the food in his mouth and each time his teeth came together to masticate the food, some would slide out the hanging lip. Several times he slurped, drawing the eggs back into his face. It sounded even worse than it looked. In a last ditch effort not to lose her own breakfast, she dropped her head as she ate so she would not have to look at him.

Just her luck, after breakfast Zeke decided to stop in and check on her. The backdoor was open and he knocked on the screen door yelling, “Coming in, Faye!” and stepped inside.

He took one look at Mike and did an about-face while saying, “And heading back out!”

It took everything in her not to laugh at him, but it was difficult as Zeke also pulled up the back door, going over to the window and peering through the curtains, his brown eyes darting back and forth like he had seen a ghost. He pointed at Mike with his mouth moving, “What the f….”

“Good morning, Zeke, is there something you need?”

“Me! Shit, is it something you need?” He was still pointing at Mike through the curtain, his head bobbing left and right behind the billowing window covering while he kept blinking trying to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “Faye, come outside for minute, let me holla at you.”

She waved Zeke away, but when she returned to the kitchen, she could still see his darting eyes over the rim of the windowsill peering into the house. Faynell was outdone with her neighbor as she jerked open the back door heading outside. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Zeke Bennett, Ms. Annie did not raise you to act this way.”

Zeke didn’t hear a word she said, he was peeking over her shoulder trying to see into the window. Faynell pinched him. “Get a grip on yourself before you hurt his feelings.”

“You ought to be more concerned with who hurt his face!”

Faynell pinched him again. “I don’t care how many times you pinch me, Faynell. Mr. The Hills Got Eyes is still inside your house. Is he staying the night?”

“That is none of your business, Zeke,” she told him as she pushed him towards his own house.

“It is my business if you come up missing! Hey, Faye, see if you can make a copy of his driver’s license and put it on the back porch. You know, in case you come up missing. Ain’t no way in hell my description to the police won’t get me locked away in the looney bin, trying to describe that ugly son of a bi….”

“Go home, Zeke!”

He had bent over in the yard, his hands on his knees laughing. “Hey, Girl, you know that scene in your favorite movie when Shug meets Miss Celie for the first time?”

“GO HOME, ZEKE!”

She left him in the back yard, his laughter echoing in her ears.

Mike came back into the kitchen. “Is he an ex or something?”

“No, Mike, he is just the asshole that lives next door. More coffee?”

And with that, they sat down to work.

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Read the whole story on Kindle, on Amazon. Evidently, these people found it funny as well.

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars          Laughter is the best medicine, February 10, 2014
By Ameldra Williams (Ohio)  –
This review is from: Beneath the Well of Dawn (Slivers of Love) (Kindle Edition)
Well written, funniest book, I’ve read in a long time. This is a must read to uplift your day.
5.0 out of 5 stars          Believing in Dreams, March 8, 2014

This review is from: Beneath the Well of Dawn (Slivers of Love) (Kindle Edition)
This book allows you to think, dream and concur. I enjoyed this book and loved the way the author made one think about way they wanted out of life
5.0 out of 5 stars          I loved this story, March 3, 2014

By Love Life  –
This review is from: Beneath the Well of Dawn (Slivers of Love) (Kindle Edition)
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard reading a book.  This book is funny, but there is also a wonderful moral and spiritual thread that runs through this story.   If you want something fresh with great flow and mature conversation get this book.
If you read it, please come back and ell what you think.