Please help me welcome today’s guest, Liz Flaherty…
One of the best parts of being a writer is choosing the setting for the stories you write. Another of the best parts is that after you select it, you get to…well, lie about it. Unless you want to be faithful to where McDonald’s is, what street the Nazarene Church is on, or what neighborhoods look like, it’s a good idea to give your setting a fictitious name.
Which is how a small lake and a small town in Indiana moved to north central Michigan and changed their names in the process. It’s somewhere near Cadillac—picture me waving my hand in one direction or another—and it has fun places, like Harper Mercantile, Kristy’s Bar and Grill, Amelia’s Nine Patch, and a pretty little park.
It’s home to Pieces of Blue.
Blurb:
Life comes in shades of blue…
Self-imposed loner, Maggie North, has worked for bestselling author Trilby Winterroad her entire adult life, starting as simply his assistant and ending up as his ghost writer. Through ups and downs–including a divorce from an abusive husband–he has been the one person on whom she could always rely. So when Trilby dies suddenly, Maggie finds herself adrift, not sure what she’ll do or where she belongs in the world any longer. And the confusion continues when she discovers he’s not only left her his beloved dachshund, Chloe, but a house she knew nothing about, on a lake she’s never heard of.
It only takes one visit for Maggie to fall in love with both the house and the small lakeside community. The longer she’s there, the safer she feels and the more her life begins to expand…as do her feelings toward her friend and Trilby’s attorney, Sam Eldridge.
But is she really safe? Or are the glistening pieces of her new life about to shatter as an old danger returns?
Excerpt:
He cupped my face in his hands—oh, the warmth. I didn’t think I’d ever be cold again—and tilted his head for that firm, gentle mouth to take mine again. We were in our fifties, experienced kissers. I understood the jumping around inside and the skittery dance of my heartbeat. I understood the sudden sensitivity of my breasts, that I could feel their weight inside my bra. I got it, as he held me ever closer and deepened the kisses we shared, how precious this zero-dark-thirty time was. I understood the depths of the itch.
I dipped my head, laying it against the shoulder of his sweatshirt, then raised it again to have my turn at taking his lips and tasting. Like me, he’d brushed his teeth before coming to the kitchen, and he tasted of toothpaste and coffee and…oh, sweetness.
Buy links:
Books2Read: https://books2read.com/FlahertyBlue
Amazon: https://a.co/d/eyEjPDA
About the Author:
Liz Flaherty has spent the past several years enjoying not working a day job, making terrible crafts, and writing stories in which the people aren’t young, brilliant, or even beautiful. She’s decided (and has to re-decide most every day) that the definition of success is having a good time. Along with her husband of lo, these many years, kids, grands, friends, and the occasional cat, she’s doing just that. You can reach her at lizkflaherty@gmail.com or find her anywhere on https://linktr.ee/LizFlaherty. She’d love to hear from you.
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