I'm delighted to welcome Janie Emaus, author of The Time Traveling Matchmaker, a sweet paranormal romance, to my blog.
What are you working on now?
I’m working on the final draft of a women’s fiction book. Here’s a short blurb.
An aging rock star searching for an heir. Three women hiding from the past. A young girl searching for her identity. And the biographer with the power to write their futures. Will his quest be destructive or lead them back to The Notes Between Them.
And anxiously awaiting the final illustrations for my next blended holiday picture book, Easter Eggs and Matzo Balls, releasing January 3rd, 2023.
Tell us about a book that stayed with you long after you finished reading it.
One of my favorite authors is John Irving. I was in awe of his writing after reading The World According to Garp. And The Cider House Rules is one of his books that still flashes through my mind.
Now for a fun game, Janie shared two truths and a lie. Can you guess which is the lie?
- I worked in the adult video industry for ten years.
- My first husband was a lead singer in a band.
- In college, I bit the head of a goldfish at fraternity party.
Renn was coming toward me now and our eyes met. Fireworks went off inside my chest. He wasn’t avoiding me this time. This time I would learn the truth.
I raised my hand in a small wave.
“Watch out!” A bicyclist shouted as he sped down the sidewalk, completely out of control.
He clipped Renn’s shoulder, pushing him up against me. Renn’s coat got caught on the buckle of my purse. I heard a rip. No, more than that - I felt a rip down the center of my body, jagged like a piece of broken glass. Beneath my feet, the sidewalk tilted, and I lost my balance.
A strong a wind kept me from falling. Once steady, I turned to find Renn.
This all happened in a less than a second. And in that second Renn was gone. Vanished. Just like that. All that was left was his lemony scent. And the memory of his hand on my arm.
I didn’t see him in either direction. My head throbbed as if something heavy kept knocking into it.
A minute later a mother with her little girl walked past me. I knew before she stopped, that the little girl was going to bend down to tie her shoe. Time was going to repeat itself. Again.
She giggled, just like before. “Thanks, Mommy,” she said. “Tomorrow I can do it myself.”
I held on to the desire I had seen in Renn’s eyes, wondering about my tomorrow.
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