Normally it’s “Photo Challenge Wednesday,” but this week I’m happy to be part of the awesome blog tour supporting the launch of my buddy’s third book.
Yeah … that’s right.
I said third.
Pretty badass isn’t?
T.B. Markinson is coming out with her third novel and I’m happy to contribute anything I can to her success as an author. Recently she wrote a post about success and how she defined it, and I found it to be pretty inspiring. It helped redefine my perspective a little, as I tend to be hard on myself when defining success. As writers our path is a little different when it comes to declaring “I made it!” It’s not like a teacher, doctor, accountant, or lawyer. It happens in layers, and in moments. Sometimes they are spectacular fireworks, other times in quiet whispers.
But it happens for each of us in our own way.
And it’s happening for her with the release of her third novel.
To celebrate its release, the book is on sale for $0.99 until September 16th.
That’s less than the price of an actual coffee.
And it’s definitely worth your while.
Here’s a little sneak peek.
Kat rose and sat next to me, so Harold’s date could sit next to him. D-Day was just a few minutes away. I sucked in a long breath. God I hoped Amber would show.
Five minutes ticked by. Kat did her best to keep the conversation going, but after ten minutes, I glanced over my shoulder at the worried look on Samantha’s face. Was it possible Amber wouldn’t show?
Beads of perspiration appeared on Harold’s brow. Poor guy. I tried to think of something to say to ease his suffering, but drew blanks. Even Kat looked concerned and wasn’t her chatty self. Harold fiddled with the wrapped book, accidently tearing the corner off.
“Um, are you Harold?” a timid voice came from directly behind me.
Harold glanced up, but didn’t speak.
Kat bounced out of her chair, “Are you Amber?”
“Yeah. I’m so sorry I’m late. Got held up at work.” She continued to stand behind me.
Harold was gaping at her, his eyes bugged. I didn’t want to turn and make the girl feel even more awkward. If I were her, I would be running for the exit.
“Oh, no apologies needed. You’re here, and that’s all that matters.” Kat led Amber to the seat next to the bug-eyed Gaiman fan.
I nudged Harold’s foot under the table, pleading for him to stop gawking. He either ignored me completely or didn’t understand my meaning.
“Let me get the ball rolling. Amber, this is Harold.” Kat motioned to Harold, who finally smiled bashfully and took his eyes off Amber. At least he wasn’t ogling her like she was a science project gone awry. “And this is my girlfriend, Cori.”
I shook Amber’s hand across the table. “Very nice to meet you.”
Harold still said nothing.
“Where do you work, Amber?” asked Kat.
“I’m a paralegal at a law firm.” Amber fidgeted with the purse on her lap and looked miserable.
One minute in, and already I wanted pull the ripcord.
“Harold and Cori work at Beantown Café together. That’s how we all know each other.” Kat was grasping at straws.
“Oh, that’s nice.” Amber didn’t sound impressed.
“I also teach at Adams University. British lit,” I added, and then kicked myself. She wasn’t my date to impress and I made Harold look even more like a loser. Dammit, Cori, you and your ego.
“Really?” Finally, her face had some expression: excitement. “I love to read.”
Her statement kindled an ounce of life in Harold’s body language. He nodded and peeked at her from the corner of his eyes. Then he stared at the water again. Baby steps, Harold, baby steps.
“Who’s your favorite author?” I held my breath after my query. Please say Neil Gaiman. Please, please.
I felt Kat squeeze my leg in anticipation, digging all five nails deep into my thigh.
Cori Tisdale was on top of the world. A basketball star at Harvard and a promising author with a lucrative book deal.
A few years later, Cori’s life is falling apart. Her beautiful girlfriend, Kat Finn, has a shopping addiction. To make ends meet, Cori takes a part-time job at a coffee shop.
Just when Cori thinks her life can’t get any worse, an old crush appears out of the blue. Cori’s friendship with Samantha Clarke pushes Cori further into a dangerous abyss when Sam reveals two secrets to Cori and asks her not to tell a soul, including Kat.
Will this be the end of Cori’s and Kat’s relationship?
About the Author:
B. Markinson is a 40-year old American writer, living in England, who pledged she would publish before she was 35. Better late than never. When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling around the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs in England, or taking the dog for a walk. Not necessarily in that order. T. B. has published A Woman Lost, Marionette, and Confessions From A Coffee Shop.
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