Release Day–Sara’s Smile by Sandra Bunino!

My sista from another mista released her second novella today. This one is a poignant love lost and refound story, called Sara’s Smile. Here are the details:

Blurb:

As an architect who specializes in restorations, Sara Wiley is a genius at returning neglected structures to their former glory. But when it comes to her own life, she has no idea how to reclaim the ruins, which are all that remain of her first true love.

When the biggest opportunity of her career and a sexy contractor comes her way, she’s thrilled…until she learns that the client is the long-ago boy who captured her heart and continues to invade her dreams. Is it a bittersweet coincidence or might there be a chance, after all, for Sara to revisit the mistakes of her past and build the future she has wanted for so long?

Excerpt:

Why am I doing this? she asked herself when she climbed into the cab, the next evening. Having dinner with him certainly isnt going to help me get him out of my dreams.

As she got out, in front of O’Reilly’s, she was startled by her own reflection, and silently thanked Cat for assembling her outfit of dark skinny jeans, pink chiffon top with spaghetti straps and strappy silver sandals.  At Cat’s insistence, she had worn her hair long and loose. She had added her favorite dangling silver earrings and a matching chain and pendant just before she walked out the door. If clothing was armor, she was as well equipped as she could manage for the coming conversation.

She found Will at the crowded bar, where he kissed her on the cheek and gave her his seat.

“What are you drinking?” he asked.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

He ordered two martinis, and they began talking about the Hanson House. From there, the conversation turned naturally to their jobs. As Sara had expected, Will explained that he traveled all over the world and spent only a few weeks out of the year at his apartment in Santa Monica.

While he spoke, she stared at his mouth, remembering how his kisses felt on her lips. A glance at his hands awoke her memory of the way they had encircled her waist as she made love to him.

Stop it, she ordered herself sternly, and shook her head.

“Are you okay?”

Oh shit. I didnt say that out loud, did I? “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she answered with a laugh.

“Now that we’ve made a dent in these martinis,” he said, looking down at his glass, “I have to tell you… You broke my heart, that last night we were together. I really loved you, Sara.”

Where to Buy:

Amazon

Bradley Publishing

All Romance ebooks

Bonus!

First person to comment (make sure I can reach you via email), gets a free Kindle copy from Amazon. Early bird gets the worm, so don’t be shy!  🙂

Congratulations, Sandra!

Blogging A to Z: “A” is for Announcement

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Hello dear readers! Today kicks off the first day of Blogging from A to Z wherein I’ll post every Monday through Saturday with each post revolving around something featuring that day’s letter. Today’s the only Sunday post and that’s just because we needed one more day to make twenty-six.

Unlike some clever souls, I have no theme or roadmap for this journey. I’ve pre-written about a week’s worth and have a few ideas for other days, but that’s it. You’ll get naught but potpourri from me.  Fair warning.

Today is “A” and I’ve opted to make an Announcement.  I have a massive one I’ve been keeping a secret for  awhile to the point to where I’m nearly ready to explode. But now I can tell all.  Seems a certain NYC literary agent had been reading my blog posts and short stories with a keen interest in not one but two(!) of my novels I’d excerpted and posted about.

You may have remembered me posting about going to Boston and Canada a short time ago. Little white lies, I’m afraid, to shroud what I’m now about to tell you. I flew to NYC instead and here’s what happened.

At the airport, a man holding a sign bearing my pen name greeted and escorted me to a stretch limo.  The thing was stocked to the gills with beverages, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, as well as a huge hors d’oeuvres platter.  My greeter and chauffeur (love that word) offered to make me a drink, being not only an accomplished driver but a mixologist in addition to a starving actor.  How could I resist? Stone–his awesome name–made me a killer Manhattan, a drink I don’t normally imbibe but it seemed apropos given the surroundings and damn! Stone did what no other bartender had been able to do before—he made it delicious!

We pulled up to a fairly non-assuming building made of brick on the outskirts of Manhattan. There Stone escorted me to the third floor and introduced me to the agent I’d been corresponding with.  I recognized her because we’d skyped too, though skyping does not do some people justice.

“Come in, come in!” She motioned me to a small sitting area featuring a comfy loveseat and lounge chair in addition to yet another spread of food.

Color me amazed! She had a series of appointments set up with BIG publishers. Puzzled, I voiced what you dear reader must be thinking by now too.  “Why me? You haven’t even read the manuscripts beyond the query, synopsis and excerpts on my blog?”

“It’s our new “Find the Talent” approach rather than waiting for it to come to us via the slush pile.  I took the liberty of pitching [[Name of novel I can’t yet reveal]] in the hopes that my strategy would result in an agency contract between us. ”

Wow! I was in such shock, my jaw fell into my lap and small bit of deviled egg followed in its wake. Never had we talked about her shopping my book. I hadn’t even signed her as my agent. A part of me, however, railed at her presumptuousness. I opened my mouth to protest.

“Three publishers who have adopted a similar talent search strategy are interested in reading more. We have only to sign our agency agreement.” My soon-to-be-agent leaned back in her chair, a smug look on her face.  “What do you say?”

“I say, ‘Where do I sign?’”

She clapped her hands and buzzed for her assistant to bring in a large stack of papers. My eyes wandered over the legalese, searching for all caps lettering that would identify me as the other contracting party. I saw Agent X of [[redacted]] Literary Agent. My eyes then landed on “Clare Gillespie”.

“Um, you have my name wrong,” I said, lifting my head to meet the beaming smile of the agent.

She dropped the smile and frowned. “No. I don’t think so.” Hovering over my shoulder she pointed to the name and said, “There. That’s you, right?”

Slowly I shook my head. “No. I’m Claire Gillian, not Clare Gillespie.”

At that moment, another lady stepped into the doorway and said, “Uh, [[X]]? I have a Miss Clare Gillespie on the line and she’s saying she just got your email from [[long ago date]] and is calling to set up a skype appointment to meet you per your request.”

The sound of  air being forced out of a once taut balloon filled my ears even though none were around.

Crap…and…

A is also for … April Fools!

Ha ha!

(But I do have a novel, The P.U.R.E., releasing on April 16th so don’t feel too sorry for me.)

See ya tomorrow when we see what’s in store for B!  And I promise the rest won’t be nearly as long as this post was.  Sorry…

Now, please go visit some other A to Z bloggers and see what they have in store!