Hey, hey, hey, what’s with this? You guys know fine that that was the other week. Don’t confuse my readers. Hell, don’t confuse me.
But guys, that was earlier this week.
Nonsense. I am always the essence of surprise.
Well today, we do indeed welcome Sharon Struth. And NOT to It’s Girl Friday either. What can I say re the lovely Sharon? Well, in addition to her being a good writer pal and one talented writer, oh, and having this special deal on just now on her first book,
she has a secret passion.
Yeah. Men in kilts. Do you know the trouble I go to whenever I’m out in public, whipping out my camera at a click’s notice, should one happen to stroll by? The trouble I get into too. Just so I can send her a pic. She has a spesh blog post regarding kilts. With a book called Share the Moon? I am so saying nothing…….
Thanks to the wonderful Shehanne Moore for having me here today. What better place to talk about my new release Share the Moon than the blog of my favorite Scottish author.
My book’s hero, Duncan Jamieson, is American but he’s of Scottish decent–sorry– descent. Like me. My nana moved to the US from Scotland when she was eighteen. But we’re not here to talk about how I’ve been handed down the Scottish short bread recipe, right? We’re here to talk kilt-less men. Eh-hem, so while my hero appears in my head a little like this fine Scottish actor…
(SHey. ERR…SORRY SHAZ)
…He’s really an American businessman. He wears business suits with undone ties sleeves cuffed up his forearms—no kilts. Picture a prosperous owner of an international resort development firm who loves to race his sailboat in his spare time. Duncan Jamieson in a kilt? I think not, there are some mighty strong winds out at sea.
…back to our story.
Sophie’s nana is of Scottish decent. When Duncan’s firm outbids Sophie on vineyard property that means the world to her, Duncan has met his match.In this short excerpt, Sophie recants to Duncan what she really thinks about his bid, using a tale her nana once told her:
SHARE THE MOON Excerpt:
For half a second he considered telling her the real reason the land mattered to his brother, but he didn’t want to violate any confidences. “I have my reasons.”
“Did you ever stop to consider how some of the things you love about the lake could be lost by your business proposition?”
“I don’t think they will.”
“Perhaps you’re not seeing the big picture.”
“I’ll address the environmental impact. I don’t want to hurt the lake, but this will boost the Northbridge economy and create jobs.”
“The area may suffer too. If Zoning passes those changes, they’ll lead to additional development along the shoreline.”
He shrugged. “I can’t control everything.”
“No. You can control what you do now, though.”
“Communities are often resistant to change.” Duncan tried to sound convincing but felt weakened by her demanding gaze. “Things seem to work out.”
She cocked a confident brow, like someone about to yell the word checkmate. “Won’t this be the first time you’ve stuck around long enough to find out?”
“I visit my sites.”
Sophie twisted her mouth, not even bothering to hide her skepticism. Idealistic. Yes, that described her. This woman preached high standards for everyone, including herself. Duncan considered her perseverance as appealing as it was annoying.
She lowered the pad to her lap. “Living there is different. I’d go so far to say you’re…” She pressed her lips together. “Never mind.”
“Listen, I don’t wish to end up apologizing twice in one day.”
He opened his arms to each side. “Come on. Hit me with your best shot.”
She gave him a you-might-be-sorry grin. “Well, Jamieson is Scottish, right?”
“My Nana was born in Scotland. She once told me a story about a Scotsman who was asked to express an opinion about the pyramids who replied, ‘A lot of masonry work and no rent coming in.’”
He snorted. “Then you think I only care about money?”
“No, but you’re approaching this purely from a practical, business-like viewpoint. Stop. Think about why you love the lake.” Her potent gaze settled on him, saying more than her words. “I’ll bet one thing is the simplicity.”
Her honesty was unexpected and refreshing, so unlike his wife’s.
My hero may not really be Scottish, but he does have a wee bit in his bloodlines. Thank ye for stopping by (the full extent of my Scottish-speak). Here’s one final kilt photo, although I’ll never top Shehanne’s collection of Hammie kilt pictures. This is taken from the Pinterest account for the upcoming movie of Outlander, and a real kilted-cutie if you ask me.
Sometimes trust is the toughest lesson to learn.
Sophie Shaw is days away from signing a contract that will fulfill her dream of owning a vineyard. For her, it’s a chance to restart her life and put past tragedies to rest. But Duncan Jamieson’s counter offer blows hers out to sea.
Duncan still finds Sophie as appealing as he had during boyhood vacations to the lake. Older and wiser now, he has his own reasons for wanting the land. His offer, however, hinges on a zoning change approval.
Bribery rumors threaten the deal and make Sophie wary of Duncan, yet she cannot deny his appeal. When her journalistic research uncovers a Jamieson family secret, trust becomes the hardest lesson for them both.
Sharon Struth is an award-winning author who believes it’s never too late for a second chance in love or life. When she’s not writing, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail. Sharon writes from the small town of Bethel, Connecticut, the friendliest place she’s ever lived. For more information, including where to find her other novels and published essays, please visit her at www.sharonstruth.com
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOsUDbViLQk
Kensington Books: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/30514
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