Amy looked at the piles of photo books and silk flower arrangements surrounding her and thought, this wedding is turning into a three-ring circus—complete with Michael’s mother as ringleader. It wasn’t that Janet didn’t mean well. She did. Amy gave her mother-in-law-to-be a guilty smile, as if as if she could read her thoughts.
When Janet had volunteered to help coordinate the wedding arrangements, Amy had jumped at the offer. Janet had no daughters and Amy’s mother had died when she was twelve. She and Janet got along well. If only Amy had known just how “helpful” Janet could be.
And, Michael. A lot of good he was. She glanced at him lounging against the florist shop wall and he gave her that that knee-melting smile—his way of cajoling her out of any hint of a bad mood. Amy’s heart warmed. Unfortunately, it usually worked.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Posted by Jayne...
Quick math problem: what are the odds that three writers from the smallest state in the union would all have books published by Avalon (who publish 36 titles a year) in back-to-back cycles? Pretty infinitesimal, I would imagine. But it has happened. I had the pleasure of sharing in Karen Frisch’s triumphs at our local romance writers meeting, so when her name came up on the interview schedule, I jumped at the chance. (Don’t worry that I’m picking favorites, though. I’ll be interviewing the other member of our little triumvirate later in the month.) So without further ado, let’s get to know
’s own Karen Frisch. <<pause while the crowd applauds wildly>> Rhode Island