A Glorious Friday for TWELFTH SUN by Mae Clair

bigstock-Friday--written-in-sand-on-be-42528910It’s Friday! Glorious Friday, the end of the work week and gateway to the weekend! Can you tell I love Fridays? *happy dancing*

I have even more to look forward to than usual as I continue celebrating the release of my romantic mystery, TWELFTH SUN. Today’s stop is Christina Cole’s blog, Time for Love and a fun Q&A. Please join us if you can. I’ll be answering questions about writing, TWELFTH SUN and sharing my idea of the perfect romantic date.
LeSigh! What’s yours?

Saturday, I share my list of the Top Ten Things I Enjoy on Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews blog. I guess it’s no secret writing ranked number one on my list. 🙂 Come see what else I covet and share some of your favorites.

Monday, I’ll be back with Mythical Monday and a spooky look at “Island Spirits.” Bwaahaha!!

Happy Friday, everyone! 😀

A Pen Pal Welcome to Christina Cole and Summertime!

bigstock-Stacks-of-old-letters-on-woode-43415203I’m thrilled to turn my blogging pen over to Christina Cole today as she shares her new release SUMMERTIME, along with some amazing memories of summers past. Oh, how I wish I had my very own catalpa tree and could “go down to Frank’s” in Indian Grove!

Please welcome Christina and enjoy these wonderful memories!

~ooOOoo~

Memories of Summertime
by Christina Cole

With the recent release of Summertime, my latest historical romance from Sweet Cravings Publishing, I’ve been talking to readers a lot about their favorite summer memories from childhood. Today, I thought it would be fun to share a few of my own.

First, I have to point out one fact. I’m old. Ancient, is the way my kids put it. I’m old enough to remember when houses were cooled with window fans, and the few stores with air conditioning bragged about it in their advertisements. Oh, how refreshing it was to walk into a “dimestore” that featured that latest, and greatest technology. The unfortunate thing was that you couldn’t stay there forever. Once you’d finished your shopping, you had to step back out into the sweltering heat. Needless to say, shoppers dawdled as long as they could.

Another sweet summer memory was going to the Dari-B. It wasn’t a big, fancy place like today’s Dairy Queens or Baskin-Robbins, just a little wooden building with a sliding window at the front. You stood outside, placed your order, and when the window opened you could feel a rush of cold air from inside. Your only choice was vanilla or chocolate, but those cones sure tasted good on a hot summer’s evening. You had to lick fast though, because a single scoop could melt away in minutes. Going to the Dari-B became even more of a thrill when I was about thirteen and had a gigantic crush on one of the boys who worked there. Nothing came of it, but I sure ate a lot of ice cream cones that summer.

One of my favorite summer places was the old catalpa tree. It was in Dick Moore’s yard, several houses down the street from where I lived. Dick Moore was an oddity in the neighborhood, a single man living among a dozen families with children. He was a lawyer, and I always had the idea that he made a lot of money, but that was all I ever knew about him. I remember how everyone in the neighborhood poked their heads out of their doors to gawk the one time Dick Moore brought a lady home to his house. We probably scared her away!

All the kids loved the old catalpa tree. We climbed it, held club meetings beneath its branches, and we girls used its huge, heart-shaped leaves and fragrant flowers to design fanciful hats and bracelets. Mr. Moore would sometimes come home to find a dozen of us either in the branches, underneath, or scattered about his catalpa tree. He’d wave or nod and go inside. Never once did he ask us to leave.

On really hot days, we’d beg and plead for someone to drive us to Lake Maurer, a public swimming pool and recreational area on the outskirts of town. If all else failed, we’d gather our swimsuits, towels, and suntan lotions, and set off on foot. Usually some kind soul would take pity on us and give us a lift. Back then, there were no strangers, and nobody had ever heard the term “stranger danger”.

We’d swim in the pool all day, splashing and kicking, shrieking and laughing, and when evening came, we’d finally crawl out of the water, exhausted and waterlogged. Next we’d play a round of miniature golf, or ride the Lake Maurer Special, a wooden train that took us around the bend and back.

Farmhouse DrawingThe best memory of all was “going down to Frank’s.” Frank Zungs was my great-uncle, although I hardly knew him. He passed away when I was very young. He’d bought a huge old farmhouse in a little place called Indian Grove. The population of the Grove was about 12, which included Frank, his widowed sister, Nina, and his brother, Mike. My grandfather would take my sister and me “down to Frank’s” every summer. Even after Frank was gone, we still called it “going down to Frank’s.” It was always fun to read the “society pages” of the newspaper from the nearest town, because we were society! Yes, in a little place like Indian Grove, it’s news when somebody sneezes, and having relatives come to visit was worthy of several paragraphs. We really thought we were important!

I have a lifetime of beautiful memories from the summers I spent in Indian Grove, and many of my thoughts and feelings found their way into Summertime.  As I wrote the story, I thought about that old farmhouse, about sitting on the porch in the evenings, about listening to the sounds of the bullfrogs as I fell asleep.

Summer is always a special time. Thanks for letting me share a few of my memories with you.

~ Christina

Beautiful sunset over a field with podsolnuzami

Don’t you just love this gorgeous cover?

About Summertime:
Linn Sparks wanted all life had to offer. Fame, fortune, glamour and excitement. She found it as a star of the stage at the Crown Theater in San Francisco.

For Ed Ferguson, life was far less complicated. All he wanted was Linnie Mae, but she’d left him standing alone at the altar seven years before when she’d run off to pursue her dreams.

Now, Linn has come home to Brookfield, Kansas.

You can find Summertime at the following online booksellers:
Secret Cravings Publishing
Amazon
Bookstrand
All Romance Ebooks

Setting Sail with Twelfth Sun by Mae Clair

Happy Tuesday, friends! After several weeks of distinctively un-August-like weather, summer has decided to make a reappearance in my small portion of the world. Who knows…I might even get to use my pool again before it’s time to close it up around Labor Day!

bigstock-The-ancient-ship-in-the-sea-17385386Aside from the swimming I plan to do, I also have a busy week planned for TWELFTH SUN as I set sail in the blogging world. If you’d like to shadow me this week, I can be found at the following haunts:

Tuesday, I’m one of the authors being showcased by the Little Read Hens on their Facebook page. They’ll be sharing excerpts and blurbs throughout the day from multiple authors, and engaging in fun conversation. Drop in if you have a moment, say hello, and chat for a while.

Tuesday, I’m also a guest at the ranch of Calisa Rhose for a Q&A. And I’m doing a giveaway! If you’re still waiting to pick up your copy of TWELFTH SUN come over and comment for your chance to win a Kindle copy!

Wednesday, I let Elijah and Reagan do the talking as Jennifer Lowery interviews my hero and heroine from TWELFTH SUN. I think these two had as much fun with the Q&A as I did. And, I’m doing yet another giveaway, so you’ve got a chance to snag a copy of my romantic mystery, TWELFTH SUN.

Thursday, I’m delighted to introduce you to a new release by author Christina Cole. Christina and I became friendly after I read her fab novel, HAPPILY EVER AFTER. I’ve invited her to visit, answer some questions and share her latest release, SUMMERTIME. Love that name!

Friday, the tables are turned as I make a guest appearance on Christina’s blog, Time for Love, and answer her questions about my writing technique and TWELFTH SUN. I’ll also be sharing my idea of the perfect romantic date among other things. LeSigh! What’s yours?

Saturday, I share my list of the Top Ten Things I Enjoy on Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews blog. I guess it’s no secret writing ranked number one on my list. 🙂 Come see what the rest were and share some of yours.

Wishing you all a fantastic week! I hope you’ll be back on Thursday to say hello to Christina, and I hope to see you around the blogosphere as I go sailing with TWELFTH SUN!

A Friday Visit by Mae Clair

twelfthsuncoverIt’s Friday, a fun day to go visiting! I invite you to pop over to Christina Cole’s blog Time for Love  where she’s generously taken time out of her day to interview me. I’m discussing WEATHERING ROCK, TWELFTH SUN, my writing routine (slip-shod as it is) and my idea of the perfect romantic date among other things.

If you have a moment, please drop by and say hello. Happy Friday!

A Pen Pal Welcome to Christina Cole

bigstock-Stacks-of-old-letters-on-woode-43415203I’m pleased to have guest blogger Christina Cole here today. Christina and I connected after I read her novel, HAPPILY EVER AFTER. How can you resist a title like that? Well, I couldn’t, and I’m glad I didn’t. Immediately after reading it, I contacted Christina and invited her to guest on my blog. She has a new release coming up in August called SUMMERTIME, so the “timing” was perfect.

Please welcome author Christina Cole as she takes control of my pen for the day! 🙂

~ooOOoo~

Summertime is  Coming!

Here in the midwest — I live in Missouri — it’s been a long and bitterly cold winter. I don’t like snow and ice, and unfortunately we had not inches of the cold stuff, but FEET of it this year.

We struggled through a horrible blizzard in December. Unfortunately I was away from home when it hit, and I had to drive forty miles in it. Truly, it was one of the worst experiences of my life. Visibility was no more than a foot, and I was gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were whiter than the huge flakes coming down. As soon as I reached home, I burst into tears and collapsed in my husband’s arms, so shaken up I couldn’t do anything but cry. I cried for hours afterward. To say it was a nerve-wracking experience would be quite an understatement.

Then, in February, two more blizzards hit. When the first one came, we were both safely home, warm and cozy. We weren’t so lucky a few days later when the next one came. Yes, we knew bad weather was on the way, but due to a family emergency we had no choice but to get out, head for the hospital, and pray we’d be able to make it back home later. We did…but barely. We had to “abandon ship” — well, abandon vehicle — about a block from the house. Two days later, we finally got the car shoveled out and safely home again.

We went through another blast of winter the following week. Things got better for a little while…just an inch or two of snow, here and there, now and then. Lots of frigid temperatures though. Oh, how I looked forward to March and the arrival of spring!

March came…but spring didn’t. The snow and ice and cold lingered on, right into April. We had several inches more snow toward mid-month, and winter wasn’t over yet. Although we did have a few warm, sunny days at the first of May, incredibly, the snow returned for one final wintry blast.

Yep. Snow. The month of May. Even though I’ve lived my entire life in the midwest and have seen a lot of weather extremes, I couldn’t wrap my brain around those words — together. For the record, yes, it has snowed here in May before. The weathermen quickly dug through the archives and informed us all that snow had fallen in Missouri in May of 1935.

Was winter finished with us then? Almost…but not quite. On Mother’s Day, it didn’t snow, but it did frost. Temperatures fell down to the upper 20s Farenheit.

Brrrr! What a long and miserable winter it was!

Throughout those long, cold, snowy days, I kept my thoughts focused on summertime. I imagined hot days with the sun burning down upon the earth.  I thought of brightly-colored sunflowers dancing in the breeze. I dreamed of fragrant summer nights with moonlight and stars, and I conjured up images of lush green fields, azure skies, and sunlight rippling over the surface of a lake.

All of these fanciful bits and pieces came together in my writing as I told a tale of love. Summertime became a season of  hopes and dreams, a season of passion. Could it also be a season of forgiveness?

Here’s a quick little peek at the story of
SUMMERTIME 
coming in August from
Secret Cravings Pubishing

Linn Sparks wanted all life had to offer. Fame, fortune, glamour and excitement. She found it as a star of the stage at the Crown Theater in San Francisco.

For Ed Ferguson, life was far less complicated. All he wanted was Linnie Mae, but she’d left him standing alone at the altar seven years before when she’d run off to pursue her dreams.

Now, it’s 1914, war is breaking out in Europe, and Linn Sparks has come home to Brookfield, Kansas.

But coming back means facing a lot of unpleasant realities: a strained relationship with a father who never wanted her,  a mother whose grasp on sanity is slipping away, and the feelings she still has for the love she left behind.

Ed still wants Linnie Mae, but he knows she won’t stay. How can he spend the summer being near her and not get his heart broken again?

Between them, passions flare in the heat of SUMMERTIME.

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For more on Christina’s historical romances, please visit her at

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