Where Did it Go?

320px-Photo_Quarter_Horse_RacingI know it’s only November and we still have Thanksgiving and December holidays to go before the new year.  But I woke up this morning and thought Yikes, where did my year go? I feel like I’m racing to the finish.

And how much can I cram into the last month and a half?

I had a great year.   Living at the shore is a sure fire way to reduce stress.  Stuck on a plot point? A the minute walk on the beach will fix that?  Well at least give you a new viewpoint when you return to the manuscript.

Did I bask in the sun all summer?  No.  I sat at my computer all summer.  All winter, spring and fall (so far.)  Am I a happy camper?


WhisperBeachIt was wild.  I wrote my next women’s fiction. Whisper Beach, which comes out in June.  About childhood friends who might or might not still be friends when the re meet at a funeral. A touch of the Big Chill Jersey Edition.



Then I wrote the first novel in a new historical mystery series (as Shelley Freydont). A Gilded Grave. It was really fun and hair-tearing.  Lots of research. But that’s the beauty of working at something you love, and feel compelled to do. It takes pace in 1895, the height of the Gilded Age in Newport, Rhode Island, which gave me a double dose of one of my favorite places because it came on the heels of my last Women’s Fiction Breakwater Bay which is a contemporary A Gilded Grave2 smastory set in Newport.





And last but not least a new Celebration Bay novel and novella  to be out in time for Halloween next year.

It was a crazy year.  Crazy and beach-soothing. Did I feel like I missed anything?  Sure. Lots, but it was worth it.

I hope I get to repeat it next year. Though I will try to schedule better.

How did your year go?  Meet your goals? Sat back and enjoyed life?  A little bit of both? What do you love spending (almost) every waking minute doing?



Thanksgiving in Crescent Cove

Thanksgiving is over except maybe for that last piece of pumpkin pie.

But I’m still looking forward to my Thanksgiving e-novella to become available Dec 11.  It’s part of a two novella e-book about the characters from Beach Colors.  One takes place at Thanksgiving and the other during the Christmas holidays. That suits me just fine.  I love holidays.  I’ll celebrate just about any holiday as long as it is a happy one.

So today  for the ongoing holiday season I’m offering a sneak peak of Thanksgiving at Crescent Cove. 

Grace Holcombe has just won a law case to grant permanent historic designation to Crescent Cove’s boardwalk, plans to celebrate Thanksgiving with her friends until the father she hasn’t spoken to since she walked away from his law practice, shows up unannounced, asking for help and forgiveness. But his rejection of Grace several years before has left a deep pain.  Is this time for giving thanks enough to  give Grace the heart to forgive or will it take  a little help from her friends and the warm and welcoming town of Crescent Cove.


 Thanksgiving at Crescent Cove

 Dottie’s Diner was filling up fast but a waitress led them to a booth along the front window. Someone had left a folded newspaper on the table and as Grace slid into the booth, a headline caught her eye.

She froze half way in. Stared at the headline. The diner went out of focus. The noise buzzed to nothing. It couldn’t be. It. Could. Not. Be. She touched the paper with one finger, inched it around so she could see it better.

“Excuse, me,” she managed. She slid out of the seat right into Jake. There was a momentary scuffle as she tried to get away.


“Sorry. I just remembered. I have to go.”

Jake stepped back to let her pass. She stumbled toward the door.

Margaux ran after her and stopped her at the door. “Grace. What is it? Are you okay? Are you sick? Can I do anything?”

“I’m fine, I just have to—I’ll talk to you later.” Blindly, Grace pushed through the glass doors to the sidewalk.

 Wishing you all the best this holiday season