An Every Day Love Story Moment: Buck’s Landing

Do you ever wonder what happens to characters after you close the book? Do you wish you could just peek into their lives down the road a few years and see what happily ever after looks like?

Me, too. Writing a series like Thornton, that follows friends and siblings, those moments happen organically. Of course you’re going to see some of Joss and Nan’s ever-after while Kate’s navigating her own tricky journey to forever love, and Anneliese’s heart, despite her best efforts, is right there on her sleeve.

I write that way because I like to read that way, but what about characters who aren’t part of a continuing narrative? Today, I’m giving you a little peek into Sofia and Silas’s life after Buck’s Landing. I hope you enjoy!

Buck’s Landing: A New England Seacoast Romance
An Every Day Love Story Moment

Sofia put the finishing touch on an elaborate bow. The package was done up in silver-foil paper and an explosion of pink curling ribbon.

“Too much?” Sofia picked the box up and tilted it for Silas.

He put his coffee down and peered over the top of his laptop. “For Judy? It’s perfect.”

She put it down, simultaneously picking up the cat who leapt on soft paws to investigate the trailing ends of the ribbon. “No, cat.”

Houdini complained when she set him on the floor–a string of grumbling mews–then wound his feline self around the sofa feet and plopped his butt down to groom the inside of one hind leg. Silas chuckled. “Classy.”

Sofia moved Judy’s present to the bookshelf by the door. Ultimately, if Houdini wanted it, he’d get it, but she didn’t need to make it easy for him.

“The gift, though?” Inside the box were two tickets to Athens with transfers to Santorini, and a seven-day reservation for the DeVarona that included breakfasts and a champagne and truffle welcome basket. She’d coordinated the timing with Judy’s husband, calling in a few professional favors from her former employers, but even Chris Dunaway didn’t know the full extent of their anniversary gift.

“It’s an amazing gift. As long as Judy doesn’t hyperventilate, you’re all set.” Silas closed his computer and met her by the window that overlooked the beach. Road crews were cleaning up the last of a recent late-season Nor’easter’s damage. “Half the beach ended up on Ocean Boulevard.”

“As long as it’s cleaned up by the end of the month. We’ve got your building all booked up starting the first week after school lets out.”

“I was just confirming the second unit for the last week of the summer.” He slipped his arms around her waist. “And we got three applications for the snack bar.”

She stretched herself against him, whispering against his lips. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

His hands wandered to her hips, and she kissed him–slow and sweet–before pulling away. “We have to leave in five minutes.”

He tugged her in close. “I can be quick.”

“Mmm.” She let the wave of lust wash down her spine. “Later. And not quick. Now, get the keys.”

She let Silas drive, sinking into the buttery upholstery as the engine purred to life, maybe a little less silky a purr than it once had. Her car was getting old. Five years of coastal living had been tough on her beloved BMW.

“Are you sure you’re okay with having the kids for a week?” Judy’s brood were all good kids, but three extra people in their apartment–even with the remodel that had merged the third and second floors and added two bedrooms–was a new adventure for both of them.

Silas reached over to press a gentle hand against her still-flat belly, sneaking a glance at her while he maneuvered the car down a side street. “Good practice.”

The new smile–the one that she’d only learned she had when the pink plus sign had come up on the home test two months before–curved her lips. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

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A Book By A New Cover

It’s been a crazy month, punctuated by nor’easters that closed school and threw our family routine into a tailspin, but that’s meant more time to work on the writing. Always a silver lining!

And to give an old story a facelift. Buck’s Landing is almost six, can you believe it? To celebrate, I have a new cover, and a snappier blurb.

Sofia Buck fled Hampton Beach a decade ago, never looking back until her father’s untimely death forces her to return for the summer to deal with the family business. Her one goal: sell Buck’s Landing, so she can move on with her life.

Silas Wilde believes in serendipity, especially when it brings an irresistible woman into his life. He’s certain they belong together, and sets out to convince Sofia to give him—and Hampton—a chance at forever.

Rediscovering the magic of her hometown with Silas tempts Sofia with a future she never imagined, if only she can let go of the past that waits around every corner.

If you haven’t read it, you should. It’s pretty good.

In other news, you can now follow me on Bookbub, and I’ve got a little Facebook group thing going. I’d love to see you around.

Squee!

The cool, composed facade I present to the world is a lie. I’m a great big, giant dork. Really. Today’s example is how unreasonably excited I am to have gotten an email from a friend and fellow writer with this screen shot inside:

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My little book is getting some attention! Fingers crossed it generates a little more buzz!

With Thanksgiving approaching, I’m going to take a moment, again, to thank everyone who reads and shares and comments and pushes me to be a better writer. I am grateful for my village every day.

Paying It Forward

Imagine that you are carrying graduate level loans and working tirelessly as a social worker, advocating for those who are marginalized. Maybe you’re not paid well, but you are passionate about what you do.

Imagine your spouse enduring a layoff, and then the relief of finding a new job they love.

Imagine the joy—and gut-wrenching uncertainty—of learning you are expecting twins.

Imagine strict bedrest to protect your babies, your spouse expected to carry the financial burden of a family of four on a single salary for the foreseeable future. Imagine that, eight months pregnant, you and your spouse must sell your home and relocate to relieve some of that burden.

Imagine your savings decimated by an unforeseen act of nature.

Imagine the galling unfairness of then facing an expensive and privacy-invading legal proceeding to guarantee your spouse’s right to parent the children in the eyes of the government, because your state doesn’t recognize the validity of your marriage.

marriage equality, crowdfunding, books for a good cause, Cameron D Garriepy, adoption fundraiserI write love stories. I believe in love. I believe fiercely that everyone should enjoy the same rights which I was so easily handed: marriage, family, the secure knowledge that my partner is my child’s safety net in every sense of the word.

Buck’s Landing exists because a group of people believed in my dream, supported my goals, invested in my future.

My dear friend Shauna and her wife Ang are the people I ask you to imagine. They are facing very real financial hardships, even while they are awestruck and overjoyed, awaiting the birth of their twins. I recently learned that a friend of theirs has started a crowdfunding campaign to support Shauna and Ang through the birth and Ang’s legal adoption of her children.

I wish I could simply be their fairy godmother and write them a check. Lacking the resources to do that, I’m putting my book where my beliefs are.

Starting now and running through the next seven days, I plan to donate $1 for every copy of Buck’s Landing sold to support my friends. I’m asking you to read about Shauna and Ang on Youcaring.com and then click one of the links below to buy your copy—or, of course, make a donation directly if you are so inclined. I’m asking you to pass the word along.

Thank you.

Let’s help two remarkable people write the next chapter of their love story.

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You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me

I could get used to this, Silas thought, scooping up the last of Sofia’s sauce with a heel of bread. Her lashes brushed her cheeks when she tipped her wineglass to swallow the last of the bright, cranberry-colored wine. He got up to switch the record, finding an old Simon & Garfunkel album that reminded him of the wood-paneled rec room in his parents’ first house in New Jersey. His sister had loved all the old records their parents kept down there, playing everything from psychedelic rock to disco when he was too young to really care.

“We may have to save the lemon bars for another time,” he said, patting his stomach. “That was a great dinner.”

“Lemon bars?” Sofia’s lips curved up, and he resolved to bring her baked goods more often.

They cleared the table together. Sofia loaded the dishwasher as Silas gathered up the table settings. He untied the strings from the bakery box and the sugary tang of the lemon bars wafted out. Sofia was scrubbing out the sauce pot when Silas slipped out of the kitchen.

“I know what will go perfectly with those,” she called.

“Me too,” he replied, coming back in. He pulled her hands out of the soapy water and wrapped them in a dishtowel. “Dance with me.”

He led her to the console and dropped the needle. Dusty Springfield’s soulful croon soared out over horns and close backup harmonies. Silas drew Sofia close. He led her effortlessly, silently thanking the dance classes he’d taken for PE credit in college.

They turned and swayed, their bodies in tune for three aching minutes while Dusty begged her lover to “just be close at hand.” Silas could feel the blood move under her skin, smell her perfume and shampoo. Her soft cotton top shifted against his hand on the small of her back. When she laid her cheek against his chest, the warmth of her breath set his pulse jumping. The track ended, but, instead of releasing her, he ended the dance with a searching kiss.

 

Write On Edge: Red-Writing-HoodThis week you have 350 words to craft a fiction or creative non-fiction piece inspired by a specific song. The song does not have to appear in your piece, but please include the title and artist at the beginning or end of your piece, so we have the option of listening to the song.

Like what you read? You can have the whole story: Buck’s Landing is available in print and for Kindle/Kindle App from Amazon. Want me to scribble in one for you? You can order via PayPal here.