Showing posts with label Connections of the Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connections of the Mind. Show all posts

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Roseanne Dowell Presents - Secrets, Lies, & Love!

Hey, y’all!  And welcome back to Flowers on the Fence Country for a return visit from one of my favorite flowers, Roseanne Dowell.  Roseanne is prolific.  We all know that.  And tireless in her efforts to promote and nurture Muse and all Muse writers, having just added Author Liason to her already impressive resume.  Mother of six, grandmother of fourteen, great-grandmother of one.  Writer of romance.  Connection of the Minds, Stranger on the Shore, Double the Trouble, Geriatric Rebel, A Second Chance, and coming soon from MuseItUp Publishing, And They All Fall Down and Elusive Mission.  Her first published novel, Satin Sheets, sold over 35,000 copies.   Coming January 4, Secrets, Lies, & Love from Books We Love Publishing.  And Roseanne brought a guest with her today, too!  Come meet the heroine of Secrets, Lies & Love, Miss Meghan Shelby!



Hi, I’m Meghan Shelby. My parents moved away from Littleton when I was seventeen, but now here it is ten years later and I’m back.

I inherited the family home, a Queen Anne Victorian from my Aunt Beth. I always loved that house, so needless to say I was excited when I received the letter from my aunt’s attorney. Not that my aunt passed away, I was very sad about that, but coming back to Littleton after all this time was exciting.

I’m not sure why we moved away. It was all kind of sudden and we never came back. Not once in all those years, not even when Gran passed away. I never knew why. Every time I asked, the question went ignored. Eventually, I quit asking.

Anyway, here I was back in the town I loved, standing in front of a dilapidated, run-down home that used to be one of the most elegant in town. Shutters were hanging by one hinge, windows were broken, the porch floor was rotten and the back door lock was broken.

How had Aunt Beth allowed this to happen? I was half afraid to go inside, but I ventured in. What a mess. It was going to take a lot of money to get this place back to its glory days.

To make matters worse when I went inside, the stench was almost unbearable. Well, no wonder, there was a dead body in the living room.

Who he was, or why he was there in my house, I had no idea. For some reason, the sheriff wasn’t convinced of that. To top it all off, he caught me in the arms of my new boss, the principal of the elementary school and the guy I had a crush on all those years ago. Oh, I was hired as school secretary.

Needless to say, I was the main topic of conversation around town the next day. Gossipmongers in Littleton were having a ball at my expense.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the next day several eighth grade boys caught the principal kissing me in his office. I’d never live this down. Not that I minded being kissed, especially by Patrick. I just didn’t need it spread all over town.

Once I hired a handyman to fix the windows and change the locks, I rolled up my sleeves and got busy scrubbing the place inside so we could paint. I hired high school kids for that job. There was only so much I could do with working full time. But at least I was able to move in.

That’s when more trouble started. First I received phone calls warning me to leave. Obviously, someone didn’t want me here.

Secrets, Lies, & Love releasing Jan. 4, 2012 from Books We Love Publishing.



A dilapidated Queen Anne Victorian, a dead body, and an ex boyfriend complicate life for Meghan Shelby when she returns to her hometown after a ten year absence.

Excerpt:

Meghan loved this time of year, though a little too hot to start school in her opinion. Why they felt the need to go back in August was beyond her. She remembered her mother complaining about it years ago. “What was wrong with starting after Labor Day like they did in my day?” Her mother used to rant and rave for weeks before school started. Even got on the School Board. Not that it changed anything. School still started the last week in August. Meghan smiled at the memory.

Now that she thought about it, it was silly. Like they took the last week of vacation away from the kids. Bet the teachers didn’t like it either.

Meghan pulled into the school parking lot. Not much had changed here either. New landscaping, new windows, but that was about it. The old building looked pretty much the same.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty hall. She’d never been in the school when it was empty before. The strong odor of wax and other cleaning products prickled her nostrils. The clean smell lingered through the first few days of school.

It had been a long time since she’d been to the principal’s office and she stopped outside, took a deep breath and held it. Here goes nothing. Mr. Duncan said look for Mr. Mac.  He must be new in town. It wasn’t a name she remembered. So what was the worse he could say? Letting out her breath, she hurried inside, before her nerve left her.

A man stood with his back to her, unpacking a box of books.

“Excuse me. I’m looking for Mr. Mac.”

 “I’m Mr. Mac.” He turned toward her.

Meghan’s breath caught in her throat. “Patrick!” The word slipped out of her mouth, before she could stop it. The love of her life stood in front of her, even better looking and sexier than she remembered. Her heart skipped a beat, her legs turned to jelly, and she grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

Patrick smiled at her. That easy smile she remembered from long ago. The smile she used to love. It lit up his eyes.

“Little Meghan Shelby. Not so little anymore I see.”

Heat burned her cheeks as Patrick looked her up and down, apparently taking in every inch of her. He remembered her. After all this time he knew who she was. Would wonders never cease?

“Uh, um...” Oh crap. Now wasn’t the time to get tongue tied. “You’re the principal here?” Lord, could she work for him. See him every day?

“Yes, I am. I heard you were back in town. Are you staying then? Do you want to register your child?”

“Huh?” Her child, was he nuts?

 “Uh, no,  I’m here about the secretarial position. Mr. Duncan was supposed to call you.”

“Really? You want the job?”

“Yes, didn’t Mr. Duncan call? He told me to come right over.”

 “If he did I didn’t hear the phone. I’ve been in and out of the office.” He nodded toward the stack of books. “Too busy around here this time of year.” Patrick grinned and motioned her into his office. “So tell me about yourself. What qualifies you for the job?”

Qualifications? Think, damn it. What was the matter with her? She’d lost all train of thought. “Well, I’m computer proficient. I’m good with math. And I love children.” What more could he want?

“I see. So why do you want the position? Tell me about your education.”

His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. Meghan couldn’t take her gaze from him. All sense of reason flew out the window. She had the most God awful urge to reach up and push his dark hair out of his eyes. “I’m a former Math major, have two years of college. I’m a quick learner.” Finally, she looked away.

The phone rang.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Connections

Welcome back to Flowers on the Fence Country! Flowers on the Fence Country is big. It expands to include anyplace wherein resides one of my special Flowers. It encompasses Malta. New Jersey. California. New Zealand. Canada. Scotland. England. Anyplace where a special flower grows. One of my very special Flowers is found in Ohio. Her name’s Roseanne. Fancy that. How fitting. Roseanne Dowell.

Roseanne’s latest release, Connections of the Mind, is a first for Flowers on the Fence. Its first review. Again, how fitting, since the entire premises of this little private country of mine is connecting, place to place, person to person. Collecting the special.

Have you ever – well – just connected with anyone? I felt an immediate affinity for the characters of Connections of the Mind because of the heroine’s name. Roseanne Dowell christened the heroine of this book Rebecca Brennan. My beautiful twenty-seven year old daughter’s name is – Rebecca Branan Smith. (We tend to use our maiden names for middle names down South.) Now, what are the odds of that happening? So of course I had a vested interest in following Rebecca Brennan’s story.

Rebecca’s definitely connected with someone. And not by Twitter or Facebook, or for any reason so innocuous as announcing where he’s having dinner. Her life is now disrupted by a knowing, without knowing how, that somewhere, there’s a man out there in danger. Her visions indicate he’s in a dangerous profession, something in law enforcement, she’s sure. But this danger’s different. It’s personal. And so is her new mission. She has to find and save this man she’s never met, but knows in the depths of her soul. Her soul-mate.

This first review is thus concluded with the award of Five Flowers on the Fence for Roseanne Dowell’s Connections of the Mind. Which incidentally didn’t just, against astronomical odds, utilize my daughter’s name as the heroine’s, but also pegged my daughter’s husband’s profession. He’s law enforcement. He and the hero don’t have the same name, but they both have names starting with J. And my daughter and son-in-law are soul mates who met at the ages of 15 and 17 and never looked at another member of the opposite sex thereafter. Now, is that series of coincidences freaky weird or what?!

In celebration of the release of Connections of the Mind as well as Flowers’ first review, I invite you to an Author’s Roast. Author being roasted – Roseanne Dowell. Banquet attendees doing the roasting – Roseanne’s own creations, the heroines of her novels. Well, you know what they say. What goes around comes around. Maybe us writers should remember that.

Jordan Blake: Hi, everyone, Gail asked me to write something about my author (creator), Roseanne Dowell. Talk about paybacks. Now I’m in control. Wonder how she’s going to like that.

Rebecca Brennan: Wait a minute, Gail asked me to write something too.

Kate Wesley: Now just hold on a darn minute. Gail promised I could say something.

Elizabeth Ashley: Oh, dear, this is going to get awful confusing I’m afraid. Christine Rollins and I are supposed to say something about her, too.

Jordan: Well, it looks like we’re all going to have a say. What the heck, she controlled all of us long enough. Let’s turn the tables, ladies. What do you think? I’ll speak my piece and you can join in whenever you want to. Roseanne really isn’t that bad, I guess…

Rebecca Brennan: Oh really? Not too bad until she wants you to do something you don’t want to do that is. Do you know what she did to me? She put someone in my mind. Seriously! It drove me nuts. How would you like to feel someone’s pain? Scared the beejebers out of me with all those dreams and visions. Then she takes me to this town and makes me look for the guy. Someone’s trying to kill him and he comes after me, too. Not too bad you say?

Elizabeth Ashley: At least she didn’t take away the man you loved. Do you have any idea what that did to me? I was like a zombie for months. If it wasn’t for my aunt, I might never have recovered. How would you like being controlled by a father who should have lived in the Victorian Age?

Christine Rollins: At least she didn’t bring your ex-husband back into your life, just when you were starting over. I wasn’t looking for anyone. I was very happy with my life. Of course my friends and relatives had other ideas - all because of our dear creator. To them, life wasn’t complete without a man. And she involved my daughter. That’s right, my daughter. Roseanne actually sent my son-in-law’s uncle to live with them. Handsomest guy I ever met. We were getting along just fine until my ex showed up and asked for a second chance. Well what was I supposed to do? We’d been married a long time, he was the father of my children.

Kate Wesley: Oh no? Ha, she brought my ex-fiancĂ© back just when my life was on the right track. I mean seriously, there I was starting my own business and bam, he shows up. As if that wasn’t enough, she threw this hunk into my path too. Talk about complicating my life. To make matters worse, there I was visiting my aunt’s grave and what do I find – a freaking dead body. I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

Jordan Blake: She sure likes to play with our lives, doesn’t she? There I was, minding my own business, preparing for a storm and a body washes up on my shore, alive but unconscious. You should have seen me rolling this guy across the rocks and up onto my deck so I could get him into the house. How does she reward me? He has amnesia. Doesn’t know a thing about himself. So there I am, locked in my house while a blizzard rages outside and the power goes off. Like I needed that.

Roseanne Dowell: All right, ladies. No fair ganging up on me like that and I’m not allowed to defend myself. Heck, I’m a writer, that’s what I do. What kind of story would it be if you all lived these boring, monotonous lives? I mean, come on, Jordan, you have to admit the guy was a hunk. And Rebecca, didn’t you have quite an adventure? How about you Elizabeth? At least you had his memory, right? Christine, what kind of fun were you having until I came along? Kate, heck, all you were doing was working. You all have to admit I livened things up for you. Hey, where are you going? Aren’t you going to answer me?

Huh, that’s the thanks I get for creating such interesting lives. If you’d like to know more about Jordan you can find the book at:

http://bit.ly/strangerontheshore

Rebecca’s story: http://bit.ly/ConnectionoftheMinds

Christine’s is at: http://bit.ly/asecondchance

And Elizabeth’s: http://bit.ly/MayIHaveThisDance

Last, but certainly not least Kate’s: http://bit.ly/doublethetrouble

You can find out more about Roseanne at: www.roseannedowell.com
or http://roseannedowellauthor.blogspot.com