Friday, October 30, 2020

BOOK: Charming Deception by Carol Ann Kauffman


Samantha wakes up to a perfect life, with a handsome, attentive husband she doesn't remember. She has it all: a luxury vehicle, designer clothes, beautiful jewelry, and a condo on the beach. But this isn't the life she remembers. 

As time go by, Samantha discovers she is the object of an elaborate deception, one large enough to include other worlds, body doubles, time travel, world-hopping, and a galaxy guardian as cold as ice. 

Is her charming husband in on this deception?


Dear Gentle Readers,

I wrote the beginning of Charming Deception on my phone while on our second honeymoon in Clearwater Beach, Florida. 

Our hotel was the Sheraton Resort on beautiful the Sand Key. On our honeymoon, our hotel was the only one around, surrounding by the most gorgeous white-sand beach. I promised my husband this would be a non-working vacation, just us and sun and sand. Well, you get it. I brought nothing to write on or with. 

But I awoke in the middle of the night. I felt out of sync.Too many mojitos? It was pitch black. I was in an unfamiliar room. The night sky through the spacious glass doors was incredibly beautiful, but also unfamiliar. I felt lost in the vista before me. 

I was jarred back to reality by a loud snore emitting from a lump in the bed - my sweet husband. 

And that's basically the beginning of the book. The cover is a photo I took from the steps going down to the beach from the back of the hotel at sunset. 

Here is the beginning of Charming Deception

 


Chapter One  

Confusion

 

 

Okay, where the hell am I? What happened to me? The last thing I remember is… nothing comes to mind. Nothing looks familiar here. I turn toward the window. It’s dark outside, cloudy, not a star in the big, black sky. The room is dark. I’m naked in this big, comfortable bed. Judging from the smell of the lavender scent on the perfectly ironed, high thread-count sheets and pillowcases, I’m either in a very high-end luxury hotel or in one of Martha Stewart's guest rooms.

 A snore interrupts my thoughts. Apparently, I am not alone. I glance over at the noisy lump beside me. Nope. Don’t recognize him. There's a very strong possibility that I've been teleported back to the free-loving sixties. I get up quietly to go to the bathroom. A glint of gold catches my eye from the ring finger of my left hand. I'm married? Oh, shit! When did this happen? This isn't the sixties. This must be Vegas, baby. I creep quietly into the bathroom, close the door, and snap on the light. Definitely a hotel. Plain, antiseptic bathroom. Martha Stewart's guest bathroom would have scented candles and a sense of style, hospitality, and luxury. And not so much white. White walls, white floor, white towels, white shower curtain. A rather bizarre-looking attachment on the faucet, and another one on the showerhead. I look at the mirror. I carefully touch the mirror to make sure it was a real mirror, not a…what? What else would it be? Oh, God, I’ve gone mad. I peer into the mirror. 

Yikes! Well, I give that bony lump sleeping beside me credit for marrying me when I look like hell. Good grief, he must be a total loser. I examine my dull, spotty complexion, wild Einstein hair, and the bags under my blurry, bloodshot eyes. My head hurts. I check myself for bruises, scratches, and sore spots. No, nothing. Well, at least I wasn’t attacked. So, what do I tell that Bony Lump?

‘Hey, Bozo, whatever happened between us, it was just some bizarre mistake. Gather your things and get the hell out of here. I'll contact my lawyer to annul this fiasco as soon as I get home. Now go.’ Then I’ll point to the door for dramatic effect. Oh, yeah, that sounds good.

As soon as I get home. Home? Where is home? I can’t remember. I look back at the reflection in the mirror. I can't remember where I live, or how I got here. I can't remember where I work, or what kind of car I drive. I can’t remember my name. A…Amy. Ann…B. Barb…Beebee…C. Cianna… Carrie…Carol, no. 

Hmm. Did Bony Lump drug me? Did he drug me, take advantage of me, and then, marry me? No, why would he do that? That makes absolutely no sense. I wiggle the beautiful gold wedding ring with a large brilliant cut diamond solitaire in the center. Weighty. Expensive. Good fit. And… slightly familiar. Oh, look, a little tan line. Now, how can that be? This has to be a dream. 

I snap off the light and creep silently back into bed. 

Oh, crap. That might have been my last chance at escape if this lump beside me is a kidnapper. The sooner I go back to sleep, the sooner I’ll wake up, and this bizarre dream will be over. D…Diane…E. Emma …F. Franka, no G…Gigi… H. Helen… I…Iona. J…Janie…K… Katie. L…Louise. M…M…Mary…Mena.

Bony Lump rolls over and pulls me to him gently, hugging me, patting my shoulder. 

“It was just a nightmare, my love. I'm right here. You're safe,” he whispers sweetly in a sexy, sleepy voice. “Go back to sleep. You’re safe. I’ll protect you. Always.” 

He kisses my head gently. He has a wonderful voice. British accent. Kind. Reassuring. Gentle. Loving. Very touching. 

So, what else could I do but fall asleep in his arms, with my hand on his just-hairy-enough chest, breathing in his familiar scent.



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Thursday, October 29, 2020

ENTERTAINMENT: Alien Trespass, It Came From Another Galaxy (Amazon)

 


Dear Gentle Readers,

May be you heard me rave about A Place to Call Home, a saga about the wealthy Bligh Family of Australia with the wonderful Marta Dusseldorp and Brett Climo. It's on ACORN and I did the ugly cry when it was over.

Besides Marta, Brett, and a host of other talented actors was Jenni Baird who played the nasty, evil, horrible Regina. Jenni played the despicable Regina perfectly. She was hateful.

When I saw her name in the cast of Alien Trespass, It Came from Another Galaxy, I knew I had to watch it. This campy, sci-fi spoof of those 1950s alien-crashes-into-the-desert-and-kills-people films. It has Eric McCormack and lots of nods to the past.

Jenni Baird plays the part of Tammy, a smart waitress who dreams of leaving the small town to follow her dreams. She sees a shooting star, which is an alien spacecraft carrying one good alien and one really bad one.












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Wednesday, October 28, 2020

DRINK RECIPE: Pumpkin Pie Martini



Who needs an interview today?  Nobody!
Who needs a Pumpkin Pie Martini today? Everybody!!!


From Pinterest and The Exhausted Mom 2013






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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

BOOK REVIEW: Dial P For Poison by Zara Keane

"My career in the San Francisco PD ended the day I arrested my husband."

Maggie Doyle gives her cheating ex and crumbling career in the San Francisco PD the proverbial middle finger, and moves to the Wild West...of Ireland.

Lured by her aunt's promise of a restful Irish vacation, Maggie agrees to help out at the Movie Theater Café in exchange for bed and board. Things are looking up--until the most hated woman on Whisper Island is poisoned at the café. With her aunt as the prime suspect, Maggie and her rock-hard muffins are hurled into the murder investigation.

With the help of her UFO-enthusiast friend, a nun, and a feral puppy, Maggie is determined to clear her aunt's name. Can she catch the murderer before they strike again? Or will her terrible baking skills burn down the cafe first?

Grab a copy and find out today!

***Includes a recipe for the fatal cocktail--minus the deadly ingredient!***

For more murder and mayhem with Maggie and her friends be sure to check out the other Movie Club Mystery books!

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Dear Gentle Readers,
I thoroughly enjoyed Dial P for Poison, a Movie Club Mystery, by Zara Keane. It was a well written, easy reading cozy Irish village mystery that flowed into a surprise perpetrator ending. There was a little romance with great characters who were lovable and believable. A feel-good murder mystery. 
Stay well,
Carol



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Sunday, October 25, 2020

SCHEDULE: October 26 -30, 2020

Photo taken at Mill Creek  Metroparks
Riverside Gardens
by Carol Ann Kauffman


Mon., Oct. 26 - ART:
The Yellow Umbrella
by Parker Kaufman
Tues., Oct. 27 - BOOK REVIEW:
Dial P for Poison
by Zara Keane
Wed., Oct. 28 - RECIPE:
Pumpkin Pie Martini
Thurs., Oct. 29 - ENTERTAINMENT:
Alien Trepass,
It Came from Another Galaxy
(Amazon Prime) 
Fri., Oct. 30 - BOOK:
Charming Deception
by Carol Ann Kauffman







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