One More Summer with Liz Flaherty


Osiyo~

Liz Flaherty is on the ranch and in the round pen today! I just love the cover of her book, One More Summer. Love. It. So I’m gonna sit here with my mocha and enjoy this. Let’s give a huge ranch welcome to Liz!!!

Calisa, thank you so much for having me here today. I’ve been following you around enough to know you’re a very busy lady these days. Congratulations on your success with Home. It’s a beautiful book!

Thank you Liz! I think so, too.

I always have some down time after the holidays. The weather usually stinks and I’m tired from being constantly busy from the beginning of Thanksgiving week through taking down the Christmas tree sometime during those strange days after Christmas. If I’m going to get depressed—and I do try hard not to—this is when it’s going to happen. Chances are good I won’t see some of the grandkids for several months, I’m wearing a few pounds I didn’t have a month ago, and the house needs cleaning. By someone. Because I’m certainly not in the mood to do it.

But it’s different this year. My fifth book and first one with Carina Press, ONE MORE SUMMER, was released yesterday, and I couldn’t be more excited. The house probably still needs cleaning, but I’m in too good of a mood to care. I don’t even mind about the weather.

Leave a comment for a chance to win a $5.00 gift certificate from Amazon. And thanks for coming by.

ONE MORE SUMMER is available from these retailers:

http://ebooks.carinapress.com/19C28077-E8B2-400A-ACBF-FAE0579EE2F0/10/134/en/Default.htm

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-more-summer-liz-flaherty/1107412429

http://www.amazon.com/One-More-Summer-ebook/dp/B006BE6HAG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1324908781&sr=8-1

I’d love to have you visit my website http://lizflaherty.com or http://wordwranglers.blogspot.com/ where I hang out with some of my best writer friends.

Blurb:

Grace has taken care of her widowed father her entire adult life and the ornery old goat has finally died. She has no job, no skills and very little money, and has heard her father’s prediction that no decent man would ever want her so often she accepts it as fact.
 But she does have a big old house on Lawyers Row in Peacock, Tennessee. She opens a rooming house and quickly gathers a motley crew of tenants – Promise, Grace’s best friend since kindergarten, who’s fighting cancer; Maxie, an aging soap opera actress who hasn’t lost her flair for the dramatic; Jonah, a sweet gullible old man with a crush on Maxie.
And Dillon, Grace’s brother’s best friend, who stood her up on the night of her senior prom and has regretted it ever since. Dillon rents Grace’s guest house for the summer and hopes to make up for lost time and past hurts – but first, he’ll have to convince Grace that she’s worth loving…

Excerpt

It was no use.

Grace had taken her lengthy bath in the claw foot tub, shaved her legs and nicked her ankle right on the bone where it hurt most, and put on her chenille robe. She’d poured a tumbler full of the expensive wine Steven had brought a case of and sat on the couch with the book she’d gotten at the library when she’d read to the kids earlier in the week. Louisa May slept on the couch back, twitching her tail occasionally and smacking Grace in the face with it. Rosamunde dozed contentedly in the baseball cap Dillon had left on the lamp table. The window behind the couch was open, affording Grace a cooling breeze scented by the rain that had fallen that evening.

She’d already gotten up once and closed the pocket doors between the living room and the dining room. But she could still hear it.

Laughing. There were Jonah’s guffaw, Maxie’s theatrical trill, and the husky whoop that was always such a surprise coming from Promise’s soprano throat. Now and then another laugh slipped in, quieter than Jonah’s but no less gleeful. Dillon was there too. They sat on the screened porch, a good forty feet from where Grace sat with her feet up, and still she could hear them.

They were playing Monopoly. Grace hadn’t played that since the day before her mother died. She remembered that last game, the board balanced on a bed tray across Debbie Elliot’s legs in the room that smelled of Cashmere Bouquet talcum powder and sickness and medicine. Faith had sat on one side of her mother, Promise on the other, and Grace at the bed’s end.

“Sit on my feet a little, baby,” Debbie had said. “You keep them so nice and warm.”

Grace had won the game, and the next day—when Debbie was dead and life for the rest of the Elliots had irrevocably changed—she had hated herself for buying Boardwalk and Park Place and forcing her mother into bankruptcy.

“I made her die,” she’d told Steven.

“Her heart made her die,” he’d responded, but Grace hadn’t really believed him until he became a cardiac surgeon.

Sometimes, she still wondered. If Debbie had napped in the evening as she often did, would that hour of rest have made the difference? If Grace hadn’t sat on her mother’s feet with her eighty-five pounds of almost-twelve-year-old exuberance, would the final heart attack not have happened?

But she refused to think about those things now, nor would she consider the game of Monopoly with an inward shudder of dread. She thought instead of the laughter that was dancing along her nerve endings, and wondered if anyone else was using the little iron as their token for moving around the board. The iron had always been her favorite. She liked the way it felt between her fingers.

If she just got off her couch and wandered toward the porch like she was bored with her own company—which she was—would anyone make a big deal out of it? If Promise or the others acted surprised by her presence, Dillon Campbell would think she’d joined them just because he was there. Which was nonsense.

Of course it was.

She remembered how Dillon’s hand had felt when he pulled her to her feet the night before. She’d avoided unnecessary touch all her adult life, and one squeeze of Dillon Campbell’s fingers had her wondering if that hadn’t been a mistake.

More nonsense.

She tried again to devote full attention to the book, but finally gave up and laid it aside. She sat in the harsh light from the reading lamp and sipped her high dollar wine and listened to the laughter of the others. Isolation and loneliness wrapped around her, not new feelings by any means, but somehow deeper and darker tonight.

Maybe this time, as Promise often accused, she was excluding herself and the loneliness was of her own making. Maybe if she stepped onto the back porch, no one would make a fuss and no one would make her feel as though she didn’t belong. It was, after all, her porch.

Carrying her glass, she whispered open the pocket doors and strode barefoot through the deserted dining room and the kitchen with its ever-present light over the sink. After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed open the door to the porch.

“Replacement power. Just in time.” Promise’s smile was wide and brilliant. Welcome to the human race. Grace heard the words she didn’t say. “Now that I’ve been trounced, Grace can take my place while I make popcorn. No one’s using your iron, so have at it.”

Grace sat in the chair Promise vacated, taking the little metal iron from the Monopoly box. It still felt nice between her fingers.

“I’m the banker,” Jonah informed her, passing money around the table. “Since I’m better at losing money than anyone else, I was unanimously elected.”

“I don’t even know why I play.” Maxie sighed, fluffing her blond hair with heavily be-ringed fingers. “I seem to spend all my time in jail. Unless Dillon rescues me with his ‘get out of jail free’ cards,” she added with a flutter of eyelashes.

“I’m just a soft touch for a pretty lady.” Dillon smiled at her, his eyes glinting silver in the dim, yellow light on the porch.

Grace’s heart hammered against her ribs.

Geezy Pete, Grace, grow up.

Great sounding book, Liz! Thank you for sharing with us. Now- questions? Comments? I know I’m not the only one who thinks that cover and excerpt are worth checking this book out!

Dodadagohvi~

You’ll find me at Jill James’s tomorrow. http://www.jilljameswrites.com/

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About Calisa Rhose

I'm a mother of three daughters, five granddaughters (with a new girl on the way), and wife to a wonderfully supportive man. I began writing warm-you-to-the-bones romance as a teen, and the addiction has now morphed into a life of its own. I became a published author in May 2011! I create art and jewelry with polymer clay and beads to relax, and have a passion for sewing for fun. See my art, craft and sewing projects at http://lisasfancifulallure.wordpress.com and on Calisa Rhose's Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/CalisaRhose

Posted on 01/03/2012, in Promotion and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Oooh Liz! What can I say? I’m so looking forward to your book. Congrats and savor the moment!

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  2. Thanks, Ally. I love the cover, too. It very nearly matches a scene in the book, plus I love that cat!

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  3. The cover is so evocative. I can feel the warm summer breeze, smell the flowers, taste the lemonade. Based on the cover alone I added this to my TBR list, but once I read the excerpt I knew I had to have it.

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  4. Thank you, Maeve, Cari, and thank you especially, Calisa for being such a great hostess. I enjoyed the mocha .

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  5. Hi Liz. I know what you mean about the post holidays. They do always feel like a bit of a let down. Congrats on the release. I hope your exuberance, and good luck, lasts the rest of the year!

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  6. Gorgeous cover and LOVED the excerpt. Yep. This one’s definitely a must read!

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  7. Love the excerpt and cover! Congrats on the release!

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  8. I got the dishes washed! Yay me! I’m sorry to have been silent today. My rare migraine decided to attack of all days.

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  9. I still have lots of Christmas stuff around, but have decided it can stay another week. It’s cheerful, anyway and I’m way busy! Thanks for coming by Deb and Kristi!

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  10. Me too, Kristi. I need to clean the kitchen today and yet here I sit. 😀

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  11. I’m suffering from the dontwannas, myself. Don’t wanna clean house, dont wanna get groceries. I’m just a sad sack of dontwanna…and so I will force myself to do something….

    Good luck with the book release, Liz!!

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  12. Hi, Vonnie. Thank you so much! Hope your gloomies pass on by.

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  13. Welcome Liz! I do want to add this one to my tbr for sure.

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  14. Loved the excerpt. Simply loved it. As for feeling depressed after the Christmas and New Years holidays, oh yes, most definitely. Wishing you great sales.

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  15. I am not sure of what this is all about, but I like what I have read so far! Thank you for your posting on FB! I will find out more as the day progresses for me!

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  16. Thanks, Christine, and thanks for being the first visitor today. I hope you like One More Summer. It’s definitely special to me.

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  17. HI Ladies! Liz, I so know the feeling of after the holidays….it’s almost like you are lost after having been so busy. From 110 mph to nothing…lol.

    Love your blurb, and love your excerpt more. This sounds like it’ll be a great read, right up my alley for sure. All the characters of her boarding house sound like it’ll make for some interesting moments with 2ndary characters too 🙂

    Congrats on your latest release Liz, this is definitely one that I’ll be adding to my Nook.

    Happy New Year 🙂

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