I'm excited. I just received my new book cover for THE FADED PHOTOGRAPH!!! No release date yet, but should be soon. I'm waiting on galleys to proof. This is a sweet romance and one I loved to write.
Here's the blurb:
Widower James Carter is about to become a grandfather at the young age of forty-nine. And he’s not ready. A faded photograph, kept hidden in his wallet over the years, brings memories of his first love. What has happened to her? Does she ever think of him? Does she remember the dreams they once shared?
With a determination to move out of his lonely existence, he embarks on a journey to fulfill lost dreams and find the woman in the faded photograph.
With a determination to move out of his lonely existence, he embarks on a journey to fulfill lost dreams and find the woman in the faded photograph.
And an Excerpt:
The ringing telephone awoke James from his dream. Clutching a faded photograph, he made his way to the kitchen. His heart lifted when he recognized the caller ID.
“Margie! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Their only child, now twenty-two, lived with her husband, John, in California. Lately she had been urging him to sell the house and move to California. He couldn’t imagine moving anywhere. He enjoyed Chicago with its distinct changes in weather, from brilliant sun in the summer that kissed Lake Michigan to the brutal winds and snows of January.
“Margie! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Their only child, now twenty-two, lived with her husband, John, in California. Lately she had been urging him to sell the house and move to California. He couldn’t imagine moving anywhere. He enjoyed Chicago with its distinct changes in weather, from brilliant sun in the summer that kissed Lake Michigan to the brutal winds and snows of January.
“Dad, I have wonderful news!”
Lord, she sounded so much like her mother. “I could use some, hon.”
“Are you ready? Are you sitting down?”
He laughed. “Tell me.”
“I’m pregnant!”
His baby was going to have a baby? It seemed like only yesterday he’d changed her diapers. Wait. That meant he was going to be...a grandfather?
“Did you hear me, Dad? Isn’t it wonderful?”
He sank onto the kitchen chair. Margie was too young to be having a child. He was too young to be called Papaw. Maybe he had a few streaks of silver beside his temples, but that didn’t make him old. Only old men became grandpas.
2 comments:
Very cool! Congratulations!
How exciting--I love reunion stories!
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