Welcome to book four of the Thurston Hotel romance series.
There’s always a lot to do before a book is released. There’s blog posts to write (waving at you all while you’re reading this one!), a newsletter to prepare, updates to the website, Goodreads, and Facebook, and of course final edits. The edits are never done until the book goes live.
And I love doing it all. I’m what you might call a multi-passionate entrepreneur. Or maybe I’m just a control freak. Whatever the case, I like to fiddle around until my DIY guy says, “Enough!”
Speaking of the DIY guy…the heroine of my addition to the Thurston Hotel series is building contractor, and let me tell you, I’ve had lots of experience building. Two houses and most recently, major renovations on Youngest Son’s old farmhouse. Look, there’s me in a protective mask during some of the demolition.
Now on to the book…
Quickie Q&A with Sheila Seabrook (as if you don’t already know me!):
Chocolate, kraft caramels, or ice cream? Chocolate covered caramels!
Coffee, tea, or wine? Coffee.
Star Trek, Fifty Shades of Grey, or We’re the Millers? Don’t make me pick just one. I love Star Trek and We’re the Millers!
Sweats, blue jeans, or a skirt? Sweats.
Sleeping, massage, or a beach vacation? Beach vacation with a massage included.
About the book:
Billionaire land developer, Hunter Davis, returns to Harmony with one agenda in mind. Right the wrongs of the past, because until he does they are like a black smudge on his soul. But Hunter has never been able to forget what he once shared with Mackenzie Berg, the woman he secretly married eleven years ago. And now something in his heart refuses to die, something that makes him want to woo her back into his arms…for the rest of his life.
Local contractor, Mackenzie Berg, may be secretly married to Hunter Davis—she might even have a small mountain of newspaper and magazine clippings about the hunky land developer tucked into the bottom of her dresser drawer—but that doesn’t mean she still has feelings for him, does it? She intends to avoid the man she once loved, but her plans go awry when town officials blackmail her into escorting him to every event planned for his short stay.
With the whole town watching their every move, can these two lonely people rediscover the love of a lifetime?
You can find out more about LOVE UNDER CONSTRUCTION and the other Thurston Hotel books at the Thurston Hotel website.
It’s hard to believe 2015 is almost over. Every year whips past so fast, but I guess that means I’m having fun, right? 🙂
This year was devoted to family, a carryover from all of the busyness in the latter part of 2014. Now that Youngest Son’s house is almost finished, I’m happily anticipating a return to the writing life (as opposed to sandwiching writing in-between hammering nails and sheeting walls).
So to give you a taste of what’s in store for your reading pleasure in 2016, click here to read the first chapter in my upcoming release Caught Between a Rock and a Hunka Man.
From my house to yours, I wish you a safe and happy holiday season. Talk to you in 2016!
I love to hear from you, so in the comments below, tell me about your holiday plans.
No, it’s not what you’re thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter, folks.
You see, I married a DIY guy. He’s good with his hands, looks great in his tool belt, and is willing to tackle any project, large or small. Together we’ve built two houses, doing most of the work ourselves, and tackled numerous home renovations…all without killing each other.
However, I’m always a little bit reluctant, while he’s always gung-ho for the next project and the next challenge.
I once worked with a woman who did all of her own home repairs and maintenance. She had a knack for hammers and skill saws and pipe wrenches and tape measures. If there was a kitchen tap in need of repair or a new shelving unit to be mounted to the wall, she knew how to do the job. Man, was I envious.
I have no building or mechanicals skills at all. Give me a computer and a program or app, and I can do anything. Give me a hammer and a toolbelt and a pipe wrench and…well, let’s just say if I had to hang a bookshelf on my own, it would be crooked. And the moment someone placed an object on it, it would fall off the wall.
So how do my DIY guy and I work together?
He’s the general contractor and I generally follow his orders.
I’m the go-fer gal – go for the hammer, get more nails, go pick up paint – while he’s the one that measures and cuts and makes sure our home projects are sturdy and straight.
I’m also the manual laborer – lift this stone, hold that piece of gyproc against the ceiling, bring another wheelbarrow of sand or dirt – and after the last few days, I’ve got the muscles and the bruises to prove I can do it.
Yet despite nearly 40 years of hanging out with my DIY guy, I’m still unable to hang a picture by myself.
How about you? Are you a Do-It-Yourself person, tackling your own home projects and maintenance projects, or do you call a guy or maybe call a girl? This exhausted girl wants to know.
If you remember, last year I blogged about a new garden area we were designing. We spent the summer with a shovel in our hands, turning over the dirt, then built a small garden shed which we planned to let weather naturally so one day it would take on the appearance of those old buildings you see falling down around an old farm yard. This summer, we’ll work up the soil and fill the garden area around the shed with cedars and a variety of flowering bushes and plants.
But I’m getting ahead of myself…
This winter, while we watched the snow fly and wondered if it would ever stop, we jumped online and ordered a weathervane from the Urban Nature Store.
Then my better half built a cupola, similar to the one on this site.
Now while we wait for the snow to melt and the weather to warm, the weathervane and cupola sit just outside of the kitchen window on our deck.
Today during lunch, the wind howled and brought in colder weather along with some – soon to arrive – additional snow. Our lunchtime conversation eventually turned to the direction the weathervane was pointing in. The arrow pointed south, so I said that the wind was coming out of the north and blowing south.
Apparently, I’ve spent my entire life reading weathervanes incorrectly.
I always believed that the arrow on the weathervane pointed in the same direction as the wind was blowing. This makes perfect sense to me. After all, if you shoot a bow and arrow, the arrow flies arrow-first, right?
According to my better half and youngest son, the arrow on the weather vane points into the wind. While this makes absolutely no sense to me, I’ve decided that I’m not the one that’s directionally challenged this time (although if you remember this other post, you might choose to differ). Our weathervane is directionally challenged, pointing backwards in the wrong direction.
Am I the only one who believes the arrow on a weathervane points in the direction of the wind?