Welcome, Roxanne!
Thank you again for hosting me on your blog.
So what is this title about my wine cellar?
One of the consequences of social distancing is that the number of bottles of wine in the shelves under the stairs has fallen way below par. Sometimes I find only one or two bottles, and I don’t seem to be able to get the stock back up. I think I’ve figured out why.
It’s about being cooped up with one other person, namely, my spouse. This is not to say anything bad about my husband. It could be any relative, or a roommate or friend.
I’ll be doing something I always do, say, peeling the lower half of asparagus stalks in preparation for dinner, when my dearly beloved looks over my shoulder and says, “Why are you doing it that way?”
Since I grew up with three brothers, I happen to know the correct response to this. It is “How would you like a punch in the nose?” However, my mother, bless her, earned a whole lot of grey hairs trying to shape us into acceptable human beings, so instead, I explain, in sugary tones, that I always do it that way.
He says, “But you could just snap off the tough part.”
This leads directly to terms of endearment. “I have been doing this, my darling, for many years, and it always turns out fine.”
“I know, sugar pie, but my mother …”
No wonder the wine cellar is suffering. Next time, I’m going to offer him a punch in the nose.
Heather Shelton has man problems: an unfaithful lover, a mysterious stranger, and a psychopathic killer.
When aspiring young actress Heather Shelton jumps in the car with her dog, Bear, and flees to her family’s mountain cabin to escape an untidy romance, all she wants is peace and time to study for auditions. What she gets is murder. The only witness of a savage killing – and squarely in the crosshairs of a ruthless assassin – she is injured and left for dead.
Heather knows handsome men are bad news, but hottie lawman Matt McCrae’s smile gets her every time, until he leaves her hanging out as bait to trap the killer. McCrae promises to protect her, but fails, and she faces killer alone, with only Bear to help.
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Matt stopped. His mouth hung open for a few beats. “What are you doing here?”
The darkest parts of me, those that I kept stuffed way down inside surged to the surface. My face burned with indignation. I was Kate the Shrew at her best. “How dare you! You and your pretty little Live Like King Tut fable. You kiss me and tell me you liked it. You say you are my biggest fan. You pretend to bare your soul. You think I can’t figure out what’s going on? All you want is for me to believe that you’re a good guy, so you can leave me hanging out for a pack of wolves. So I can end up as dead as Mariella. Well, damn you all to hell!”
Slick as spit, Matt reached out and took my hands. “It’s not like that.”
Settings for books. Ah, Paris… 1- Ben Sidran's quartet at a jazz bar in the Marais, 2 - gowns made of chocolate at the annual Salon du Chocolat in Paris, 3 - and Murder Undetected takes place in Provence, in a fictional town similar to Gordes.
