Monday, February 20, 2012

Introduction to Carly Snow

Here's a sample of Carly's state of mind at the beginning of the book.  What beautiful young woman fresh out of university, able to speak five languages, and quite full of herself, wouldn't feel that way?

     Throwing on a sweatshirt over her soiled shirt, Carly started unpacking her books, placing them with care onto the built-in shelves Liz had forced John to install.  He’d probably thrown a little fit over the pretense, but caved after one smile from his wife.  That funny little weirdness gurgled up inside her when she let the mental image form must be that special love thing those two had that excluded everybody else in the world.

     Weirdness aside, no matter how she felt in her gut, she knew she wouldn’t mind having that love thing going for her.

     Hell, she’d been to Europe.  She’d visited castles and palaces and galleries and museums, spoken with the natives, eaten exotic food, learned more in the months abroad than she had in all four years of college.  But she’d come back just as untouched as when she’d left.



Books thudded back into the box. 

     She leaned against the wall, overcome with a sense of longing and--something--she couldn’t quite put into words.

     It wasn’t because nobody had wanted her.  She’d turned down lots of men, good-looking guys, rich guys, not so rich guys, musicians, computer geeks, geniuses--whatever was on the menu for the day. 

     Too Catholic, she figured.  That’s what she got for hanging around nuns most of her life.  And Father Mike.  And her father, though he was not a shining example of restraint, he was an example of the opposite kind.  What not to do concerning the opposite sex.

     She laughed out loud.  “Oh, Daddy, you must have been something else!  A studmeister.  And look where it got you.”

     It had gotten him her.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Happy Birthday Carly!

In honor of Carly Snow's Valentine's Day birthday, Dancin' in the Dark is going on sale over at Amazon for Kindle for .99, two days only, Monday and Tuesday, February 13th and 14th.

Yes, Carly was born in Philadelphia in a convent home for inconveniently pregnant unmarried daughters of the very wealthy.  She's been raised in the convent by nuns and kicked out at 16 when the funds which kept her from being adopted ceased coming .  It was snowing that Valentine's day.  The only thing her mother gave her was her first name...the nuns handled the rest.

Now she's found her birth father and a huge loving family, graduated from college, toured Europe and come back to Asbury Park to work in her father's PI business.
She thinks she can handle everything.
Sort of.