Today, my novelette, Love Delivery, has been released by MuseItUp Publishing. To celebrate, I'm starting a virtual book tour and visiting a number of blogs throughout the rest of the month. I will be giving away a short romantic story, :"One Midsummer's Knight," to one person who comments at each blog stop (including here today). As a grand prize, I will choose one person from all those who comment at the various blogs to receive a copy of Love Delivery. Please be sure to leave contact information, so I know where to email your prize if you're the winner.
LOVE DELIVERY BLOG TOUR – Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz, MuseItUp Publishing
August 12 – Ginger Simpson, http://mizging.blogspot.com/
August 13 -- Elaine Cantrell, http://elainepcantrell.blogspot.com/
August 14 -- Janie Franz, http://janiefranz.wordpress.com/
Jami Bevans, http://ciaragold.blogspot.com/
August 15 -- Joanne Tropello, http://joannetroppello.weebly.com/blog.html
August 16 -- Long and Short Reviews, http://www.longandshortreviews.com
August 17 -- Nicola Sheridan, http://www.magicalgains.blogspot.com/
Celia Yearly, http://www.celiayeary.blogspot.com
Long and Short Reviews: http://www.longandshortreviews.com
August 18 -- Su Halfwerk, http://www.suhalfwerk.blogspot.com
August 19 -- Lin Holmes, http://linsownblog.blogspot.com/
August 20 -- Janice Seagraves, http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/
August 21 -- Joylene Butler, http://cluculzwriter.blogspot.com/
August 22 -- Roseanne Dowell, http://roseannedowellauthor.blogspot.com/
August 23 -- Tina Donahue, http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/
August 24 -- Grace Elliott, http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/p/guest-blogger-spot.html
August 25 -- Marva Dasef, http://mgddasef.blogspot.com/
August 29 -- P.L. Parker, www.plparker.blogspot.com
And, in case you missed it, LJ Holmes did a terrific stationary trailer for Love Delivery on her blog on July 29th. Check it out: http://linsownblog.blogspot.com/
If you like what you see, be sure to stop by the Muse Book Store and pick up a copy: http://tinyurl.com/4ajo9wz
While you're there, check out all the other wonderful books Muse has to offer and stop by often for special deals and contests.
“Here it is,” he said, steering her to a quiet corner. Candles lit the table. A bottle of red wine stood open. Tom held the chair for her, and then sat close so their knees touched. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked, reaching for the bottle.
“No thanks,” Ann said. “I don’t drink.”
Tom poured a glass for himself. “Here’s the menu.” He handed it to her.
“I know what I want.”
“Fettuccini Alfredo.” Ann shook out her napkin and placed it on her lap.
“This chicken dish is good,” Tom said, pointing to an item on the menu.
Ann grimaced. Is he a control freak? I already told him what I want. “I don’t eat meat.” Her voice sounded harsh in her own ears.
“Ah, well, okay, then. Fettuccini Alfredo it is.” Tom called the waiter and ordered the Alfredo for Ann and a spicy chicken dish for himself.
I guess we don’t agree on everything after all. He drinks and eats meat, too. I hope he doesn’t drink a lot. Maybe we weren’t made for each other. Not knowing what else to do, Ann took a sip of water and smiled.
Tom smiled back. “You’ll have to come meet my cats one of these days. Tyra, a gorgeous, long-haired black female, is my bathroom kitty. Whenever I’m sitting in there, she has to be in my lap. There’ve been times when my pants have been around my feet, and she’s curled up in my underwear.
“Then there’s BeeBee. She’s a Siamese. When I first got her, I thought she liked to cuddle, but it turned out she was just scared. It took me a long time, with lots of persuasion, to get her to come close to me. Finally, I was able to pick her up. I had her in my arms, and I put my face down to smell her fur. Suddenly, she turned and bit me on the nose.
“I think my favorite, though, is Loki. He’s the smallest of the bunch. He has allergies, and if I don’t get him to the vet for a shot in time, he loses his fur on his rear quarters, right by his tail. He loves to ride on my shoulders. Looks just like I’m wearing a fur collar.
“Then there’s the two new ones, they’re the kittens. They haven’t developed personalities yet. You should always get two kittens instead of one,” Tom said when the food arrived.
“Why?” Ann asked. Her face hurt from laughing at Tom’s cat stories. Mittens never did any of the things Tom’s cats did.
While she ate, Tom continued to share funny stories about the cats and kittens. “Kittens play with each other so you don’t need to play with them. You can just sit back and watch them. When I have kittens in the house, I don’t even turn on my T.V. set.” Tom twirled pasta on his fork. He lifted the fork halfway to his mouth and stopped. “Looks like we have company,” he groaned.
Ann turned. Maria and a curly-haired blond child entered. Ann watched Maria’s smile turn to a frown. Maria pulled the child toward their table. Ann gulped. Now what? Can’t she leave us alone? How can Tom and I ever get to know each other if she’s always showing up? She pasted a false smile on her face and clutched her napkin tightly.
“So you decided not to listen to me,” Maria spat at Ann.
“Daddy!” the little girl cried, holding up her arms.
“Hi, Kitten,” Tom said, scooping the child into his arms. He gave her a bear hug, and she giggled. “I want you to meet my friend, Ann. Ann, this is Kitten.”
“Hi, Ann. Daddy calls me Kitten, but you can call me Catherine.” The child put her arms around Tom’s neck and hugged him.
“Hello, Catherine,” Ann said, finding her voice.
“At least you could have gone somewhere else, Tom. We always ate here,” Maria accused and pushed Tom’s shoulder.
Tom moved Catherine to his other knee and glared at Maria. “Do we have to fight in front of Kitten?”
“Hey, Mr. Nice Guy, you’re the one who left us, remember?”
Removing Catherine from his lap, Tom stood up and faced Maria. “You’re creating a scene. Why don’t you leave before things get ugly?”
“Maybe you should have thought about that a long time ago.” Maria poked Tom’s chest with her finger.
Ann watched in fear. Only moments ago, she and Tom were enjoying dinner. Maria’s face now looked hard and dark. She swore at Tom and poked him again. Then she shoved him on the shoulder.
Tom grabbed her hand. Maria spat at him and reached up, clawing his face with her other hand.
“I hate you,” she screamed, grabbed her child, and ran out crying.
Tom turned to Ann. There were bloody scratches on his face. Ann dipped her napkin in her water glass and dabbed his cheek. “I’m sorry, Ann, I guess this spoiled dinner.”
This is never going to work for us, not as long as Maria is in the picture. Ann nodded her head. “Sure did. I’m not very hungry now. I think I’d better just go home.”