Monthly Archives: June 2011
Release Day for Moonlight on the Palms
My second gothic romance novel is here– Moonlight on the Palms. If you like Southern settings, a sultry and twisted but sweet romance, and a mystery, I think you’ll enjoy it. Read on to learn more about the novel, and if you’d like post a comment to be entered to win either an e-book copy of the novel or a print copy (in 6 weeks or so). You can state your preference when you enter, and post your email address so I can contact you. The contest is open until Thursday, June 23rd at 12am CST.
About the novel
29 year-old professor of Modern Literature Astrid Kent is enjoying her summer in Seattle when she gets a call that catapults her back into her sordid past. Her mother, famous artist Maeve Garza Kent, has died suddenly back in Brownsville, Texas, and Astrid has inherited her home and other belongings–including an ex-lover in residence.
Astrid goes reluctantly back to her childhood home, La Casa de la Luz. She soon realizes the house and grounds have secrets when her mother’s ghost appears to her, she finds a letter and a coded note that say “trust no one,” and she sees someone prowling around at night. Matters are complicated since Astrid is drawn to two men who spend time at La Casa: Manfred Banes, a painter with looks just as Nordic and chilly as his personality and the dark and driven Juan Marquez who broke her heart years before and is rumored to be in the drug trade. Astrid must determine whom she can trust before present events spiral beyond her control.
What a strange thought, but the death of her mother and the return to this house was doing funny things to her head. The house had rarely ever been this quiet during her childhood or teenage years. Her mother was always entertaining someone, even during the period of mourning for her father. Of course, that period had lasted little more than six months before her mother was sleeping with another man. Frowning, Astrid tried to shake the feelings of loneliness and sudden anger off as she stood up to take her plate to the sink.
A voice behind her made the plate wobble in her hands as
she barely got it to the sink on time. It slid into the sink with a clink
as she whirled toward the open space between the kitchen and the
sitting room, leaning against the black, marble countertop for
“Hello, Astrid. It’ʹs been a while.” Juan Marquez, her
unfaithful lover, stood leaning against the lime green wall.
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