Hello, and thanks to Cindy Gerard for once again letting me have a stint at driving the convertible here at Ridin’! I always feel like one of the cool girls when I come here. Cindy, I will never burn those pictures of you and the stripper. Honestly, they’re worth their weight in gold! (Note from Cindy: Kristan’s sweet but she embellishes sometimes. Yes, she lies. Just sayin’)
I’m very excited to tell you about my new book, UNTIL THERE WAS YOU.
Smokin’ hot bad boy. Oh, yeah. He’s that good. He knows it, we know it, the world knows it. Posey, our heroine, knows it better than just about anyone…she watched him for years back in high school, and now that he’s back—a widower, the father of a teenage girl—she’s watching him again, this time as he tries to protect his angel-baby from boys who remind him too much of himself.
Hypocrisy. Liam calls it the essence of parenthood. And as a parent, I’d have to agree. I live to keep my kids from making the same mistakes I did. Falling for the wrong person, for example, just off the top of my head. In fact, I’ve already arranged my son’s marriage and am working on my daughter’s. I mean, I was engaged to McIrish, my sainted husband, six weeks after we went on our first date! If my kids do that to me, I plan to clutch my heart and fall to the floor (or lock them in the basement for ten or twelve years).
My poor mother almost spit blood when I told her that the cute boy and I were getting married. Her comment: “Which one?” She’s still waiting for us to break up, even though our 20th anniversary is just around the corner. And here’s the thing. She went shopping for her wedding dress the day after she met my father. See? Hypocrisy. Every parent whips it out when needed.
Here’s a little scene from UNTIL THERE WAS YOU when poor Liam is trying to ensure his daughter’s safety vis-à-vis a certain boy…
“Is the cute boy going to the party?” Liam asked, bracing for the answer.
Nicole shrugged, but her cheeks turned pink. “He was invited.”
“And does he have a name?”
“Tanner. Tanner Talcott.”
What a stupid name. A pretty-boy name, a boy-band name, the name of a boy who knew how to get a girl to do things that would give her father cardiac arrest. “Tanner Talcott. Well, listen, sweetheart. Boys only want one thing, of course, and guess that means for you? Heartbreak. Pregnancy. Chlamydia, herpes, syphilis, crabs.”
“That’s beautiful, Dad. You should set it to music.”
“I was a teenage boy once,” he said. “One thing. Sex.”
“Again. So gross.”
Poor Liam! Will he enlist our heroine’s help in spying on his daughter? Yep. Does he need more to think about other than his angel baby? Yep. Was it fun to write about a hero who’s a neurotic father/Hottie McSin, Widower? Oh, my goodness, it was!
I hope you’ll give UNTIL THERE WAS YOU a try. And if you’ve ever experienced parental hypocrisy, either on the giving or receiving end, leave a comment, and I’ll pick one of you to get a signed copy of the book.
Thanks so much to the gang for for having me today!
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