Hi ,

I just got back from another quick trip to the beach. I so love the beach. I never go into the water. I don't even have to sit on the beach. I just need to be able to hear and see it (the balcony from a hotel works just fine). 

 

While I was there, I finished Riley Thorn and the Dead Guy Next Door by Lucy Score. It was a funny rom com mystery.  Overall I enjoyed it, although it was a bit slow through the first part of the second act. Still it was good enough that if there was a sequel, I'd read it. It was one of the few books I've read recently where I laughed out loud. 

 

Other books I'd recommend for the beach (besides my books 😉) include:

Now I'm home writing and working on my other projects, but I sure wish I was at the beach. If money were no object, I'd have a beach house in a location that never got colder than 70 degrees and I'd have a large lanai where I'd write all day, except for when I napped in the hammock. 

 

Everyone needs a dream, right?

 

I've started on the novella bringing Jack and Tess home on the train from their trip to San Francisco in Truly Madly Deadly. I don't have a title yet, but here's the opening...

 

He cursed himself because he had flown out from Virginia to California with his wife, Tess, albeit with medicinal help. Unfortunately for him, Tess used his fly pills to save them from being murdered. No doubt Tess thought she was being helpful when she booked the train tickets home. Instead, he felt like a wuss.

“This is us,” Tess said, sliding open the door to their room for the next few nights.

The entrance to the room was tighter than the hallway. Jack was glad they didn’t have bigger bags. They’d made the trip at the last minute after Christmas and didn’t pack much. He wasn’t sure where they’d put the bags that they had.

Tess looked out the window and then turned to him. She frowned. “Why are you so grumpy?”

“I’m not sure how you can stay married to me considering what I’ve brought us to.” He set the bags down on the chair.

“What are you talking about?”

“Because I don’t like to fly, we’re now going to waste all this time on the train.”

She pursed her lips. “That’s not why you’ve got your boxers in a bunch.”

“What sort of man can’t fly? How you aren’t embarrassed by me.” He hated how pathetic that made him sound. Of course, that was the source of his self-recrimination.

She walked to him with a flirty smile. He vowed to not let it affect him.
She pressed one hand on his chest and other much lower making him hiss out a breath. “I stay married to you for other reasons.”

He gritted his teeth.

She turned away going to the couch. She bent over, and Jack couldn’t deny that at least he had a good view. She pulled turning the couch into a bed. “It will be fun. An adventure.”

“One day on a train might be an adventure, but three days?”

“Three nights. Four days.”

He groaned. “What will we do?”

She tsked tsked. Then she lay back giving him that flirty smile again. “Not wanting to fly doesn’t make you less of a man Jack, but if you can’t imagine three nights with no demands, nothing to do, and nowhere to go, just us two, alone…then I am worried.”

She was right. There were way worse things than spending three nights in tight quarters with his wife. He shut the door and pulled the curtain. Then he crawled over her on the bed.

She ran her fingers through his hair. “There you are.”

“I lost myself for a minute.” He dipped down nipping her lower lip.

 

Thank you for all your support! I really do appreciate you!

 

Until next time...Peace, Love, and Happily Ever After