Most of you know our blogging friend and author T. B. Markinson. She guest posted for me in December, giving us all a taste of her journey as a writer.
Well she has a special offer right now and I’m pleased to extend it to all of you.
Normal price: $2.99
Sale price $0.99 June 5th to June 11th
Normal Price: £1.99
Sale price £0.99 June 5th to June 11th
Elizabeth “Lizzie” Petrie has it all. She’s rich, beautiful, intelligent, and successful. None of this matters to her mom. Les-Bi-An. That’s all her mom sees.
Even though Lizzie insists her mom’s antagonism does not bother her, Lizzie distances herself from her entire family. When her brother, Peter, calls her out of the blue to announce he’s getting married, Lizzie’s entire life changes drastically. Peter’s fiancée wants to bring the lesbian outcast back into the family. Will this desire cause Lizzie to lose everything dear to her?
Sarah, Lizzie’s girlfriend, is ecstatic about this change in Lizzie’s personal life. Sarah, the hopeless romantic, wants it all, including settling down with the fiercely independent Lizzie.
Can Lizzie be tamed? And can she survive her family and all of their secrets?
T. B. Markinson is a 40-year old American writer, living in England, who pledged she would publish before she was 35. Better late than never. When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs in England, or taking the dog for a walk. Not necessarily in that order. A Woman Lost is her debut novel.
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Amazon (UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Woman-Lost-ebook/dp/B00DUCUVXQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1378288449&sr=8-1&keywords=a+woman+lost
“I’m getting married.”
“I’m getting married.”
“Peter, it’s”—I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock—“five in the morning, on a Sunday. I’m not in the mood for a prank.” My entire body ached; I’d been awake most of the night.
“It’s not a prank, Elizabeth. I am getting married.”
I sat up in bed.
“We’re flying in next week to have dinner with Mom and Dad. She wants you to join us.”
“What?” I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. My brother and I were not close in any way. I didn’t even know he had my home phone number. Was my number listed? And I was shocked that he’d admitted to his bride-to-be that he had a sister.
“Madeline wants to meet you. Oh, and bring Meg.” He sounded upbeat. It was four in the morning in California, an hour later here in Colorado.
“We broke up.” I tried to keep my voice calm and quiet.
“Oh, my gosh. When did that happen?”
“Two years ago.”
A long, awkward silence followed.
“Oh … wow … that’s too bad. Well, is there someone else?”
I wanted to tell him that girls, let alone love, just didn’t fall from the sky. Instead, I looked over at the naked woman in my bed and chuckled. Well, maybe girls did fall from the sky. Good grief, she could sleep through anything. She always said her mom was intentionally loud during naptime so she would be a sound sleeper; apparently, it worked.
“I’m not ready for that.” I didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to date. Obviously, there was a woman with me, but he didn’t know that on the other end of the phone. I meant I wasn’t ready to introduce anyone to my family … again.
I grabbed my chai from the barista in the coffee shop, and announced, “Peter called.”
“Who’s Peter?” asked Ethan, and poured an insane amount of sugar into his coffee before we sat down at the table. He always ordered the special of the day, never a fancy drink with a shot of this or two squirts of that. He loved coffee with sugar and none of the hoopla.
“My brother, you ass.”
“Oh, my god! How is God?” He straightened his starched shirt. To say he was fastidious would be an understatement.
“He called to tell me he’s getting married. Oh, and get this: he wants me to join him, his fiancée, and my parents for dinner.” I blew into my steaming cup of chai. The vapors fogged up my contacts, and I had to blink several times to see again.
“You said no, didn’t you? Tell him you have a violent case of the clap and if you sneeze they’ll get it.”
“I’m meeting them Monday night.”
“Jesus! You do like your public floggings.”
“He asked me to bring Meg.”
Ethan giggled as he stirred his coffee. “Talking to you about your family always makes me feel better about my own messed-up situation.”
“Yeah. When I told him we broke up, he actually said, ‘Oh, my gosh.’ Like he gives a crap.”
“He did not! He always was such an ass. C’est la vie. So bring the new girl.”
“Sarah? Are you kidding? She’s not ready to meet the family. And besides, I insinuated I wasn’t seeing anyone, so I can’t bring her now. It will seem desperate.”
“Don’t you mean you aren’t ready to introduce her to the family, and other things, I might add?” He gave me a knowing look.
“That could be the case.” I smiled and took a huge gulp of my chai.
Let’s all go out and support one of our own while we can do so at such a great bargain!! And thanks to T. B. Markinson for allowing me to bring this special offer to all of the readers of this site.