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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Book Fun Friday Welcome Char Chaffin

 Are you ready to put your Irish on this weekend? I sure am!!

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Bio: Char Chaffin writes multi-genre romance filled with family, rich characters and engaging plots. For her, it all comes back to the love.
She has traveled all over the United States and can claim to have been in every state, plus parts of Mexico and Canada. She’s lived in seven states during her forty years of marriage to hubby Don, a retired Air Force man with a love of Fifties rock n’ roll and a passion for hot, classic cars. Between them they have three children and five grandchildren, all scattered to the far corners of the country. One of their great joys in life is to sneak away and visit the kids for long periods of time.
She is multi-published, and always working on that next manuscript.
A displaced Alaskan, Char currently divides her time between Fairbanks, Alaska and periodic forays into South Texas and Michigan. She and Don steal away to the Last Frontier and other parts unknown as often as time allows. The Chaffin extended family is scattered all over the Lower Forty-Eight and Alaska.
When she’s not pounding away at her keyboard or burying her nose in copious amounts of reading material, she likes nothing better than to hang out in her kitchen and cook up a frenzy.
Mostly involving chocolate.

Book Feature:  JESSE’S GIRL (Contemporary/Nostalgia Romance, Sensual

Log Line:  Clear his name. Get the girl. Easy, right?
Maybe not . . .

Book Blurb:  In 1965, Tim O’Malley returns to his home town to clear his name and reconnect with Dorothy Whitaker, the love of his life since eighth grade. Blamed for a destructive fire he didn’t set, only Tim and Dorothy know the truth; that Jesse Prescott, Tim’s best friend and Dorothy’s boyfriend, did the deed that changed an entire town. But Jesse died in that tragedy and seven years later, Skitter Lake still honors him as a hero, rather than Tim, whose quick actions saved the lives of six people.
In trying to set the record straight and finally claim Dorothy as his own, Tim and Dorothy will discover that in some small towns the legend often outweighs the truth . . . and their family and friends will forever see Dorothy as “Jesse’s girl.”

Book Excerpt:
He must have squeezed too tightly, because Dorothy let out a breathy gasp and wriggled until he loosened his arms. She stepped backward with a blush and downcast eyes. “I really do have to go, Tim.” She raised her head and all the longing he’d already been experiencing, all the need, was plain to see on her lovely face, for about half a second.
Then, her expression shuttered, she picked up her purse from the battered nightstand next to the bed where she’d laid it, and moved toward the door. Tim followed, unsure what to say even though a hundred different lines crowded his head. Stay with me. Get to know me again. Love me, the way I never stopped loving you.
They remained locked behind his compressed lips as he escorted her to the door and wished the last seven years had never happened.
In the open doorway she formed a smile that fell short of her eyes. “I’m glad we got to spend a little time together, Tim.” She slipped her arms around his waist for a quicksilver hug, then stepped back before he could reciprocate. “Please give your folks my best when you get back home.”
Tim flicked his eyes up to hers, then over her face, prettier than ever and without a speck of makeup. Her silky, red-blonde hair, combed back in its usual ponytail, was so unlike the current style he’d seen not only in California but here in Skitter Lake. Her dress wouldn’t have been out of place at the sock hops he remembered from twelfth grade. It was almost as if Dorothy Whitaker had frozen herself in time.
And he suddenly knew he wouldn’t be leaving at the end of the week. He’d stick around and see what was what. For Dorothy, and maybe even for Jesse.
Slowly, Tim reached out and clasped her fingers, then her wrist. Before he could talk himself out of it, he yanked her into his arms, up against his body, catching the back of her head, right below her ponytail. As her lips parted to speak, protest, whatever, he covered them with a kiss that spun out of control the instant it began. He wound an arm around her waist to anchor her tightly, but she’d already thrust her hands into his hair as she kissed him back. Tim groaned into her mouth and felt it echo back to him in the whimper she uttered that throbbed in the scant space between them.
For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed her, deep, then slow, then fast, greedy, pouring years of want and desire into a single, perfect moment. If he’d ever kissed another woman like this, he couldn’t remember. He deepened the kiss even more, and felt her fingers fist reflexively in his hair. He didn’t care if she ripped it out by the handfuls, as long as she never let go.

Question for You Dear Reader: Do you remember the Sixties? What is your fondest memory of those turbulent, remarkable times?

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  1. Well, I can't say I remember the 60's...but I remember we had 60's style dancing at our Philly dance hall when we partied to oldies night. And wearing the retro bobby socks and poodle skirts are always fun! Plus doing the dances...all good times

  2. Celia, thanks so much for hosting me today!

  3. Ah, I remember. Mostly, how, if I wore jeans to school, somehow I'd end up on drugs...???

  4. I was born in the 60's so don't remember the 'times' so much as my little kid inner world. Good memories!

  5. Excellent read...Highly recommend Jesse's Girl!

  6. Another book to be added to my to-be-read pile!