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Guest
Post by Daisy Prentiss
“”Why
do we get stuck with old maid and spinster and men get to be bachelors and
playboys?” ~ Miranda, Sex and the City
I
sat down to write this guest post with Sex and the City on in the background
wondering what my topic should be. The girls of SatC are like old friends to
me. I watched the show live as it aired and own the DVDs. I even watched both
the movies. Let's never speak of SatC2, agreed?
Well,
Carrie and friends came through once again. The episode I watched is the one
where Carrie gets stood up on a blind-date and Charlotte comments about not
becoming an old maid while bemoaning turning 36 since she isn't where she
thought she'd be. My topic for this post became clear with Miranda's quote
above.
Why
do women become old maids, spinsters, or cougars if they aren't married by a
certain age? Or find themselves divorced at a young age and starting over in
the dating game? What's up with the labels?
There's
no expiration date on finding love. In my novel, Geoducks Are for Lovers, my
heroine Maggie is divorced and in her early forties. Old Maid? No way. She
might joke she's a spinster, but in reality she and her friends are vibrant,
lively, and passionate women. Just like Carrie and her friends. Her life is
full without a husband, but she's still open to the possibility of love the
second time around when life presents an opportunity.
Life
isn't over at forty and neither is a love life. Single, married, or divorced,
women can have a passionate and fulfilling love life at any age. Finding new
love, rediscovering an old love, or keeping love alive after years together is
possible if your heart is open.
You
never know when love will find you. And when it finds you at a more 'mature'
age, you'll know better what you want and especially what you don't want or
won't put up with from the man in your life. In the meantime, hopefully you'll
have a great group of friends like those in Geoducks or SatC to make you laugh
and remind you that you aren't an old maid or spinster.
Thanks
for letting me take over the blog today!
Geoducks Are For Lovers
by Daisy Prentiss
Publisher: Daisy Prentiss
Release date: May 13, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Buy Link: Amazon
Description:
Food writer Maggie Marrion is just getting back on her feet after a horrible year, or two, or three. With their twentieth reunion approaching, she invites four of her closest friends from college for a weekend at her beach cabin. What she doesn’t expect is her best friends, artist Quinn Dayton and part-time erotica novelist, Selah Elmore, to play matchmaker. The two plot a surprise that will make the weekend, and her life, a lot more interesting.Gil Morrow, former grunge musician turned history professor, joins them as Selah’s date for the weekend. After coming face to face with the one who got away, he decides he's waited long enough to get the girl. With the support of old friends, a few wishing rocks, the world’s largest burrowing clam, and a hot lumberjack thrown into the mix, Gil reminds Maggie that forty-something isn’t too old for second chances.
Can we learn to love the life we have and let go of who we expected to be? What happens when the generation from The Breakfast Club and Reality Bites meets The Big Chill? Come spend a weekend with these Generation X-ers as they share laughter, tears, life’s ups and downs, old stories, and new beginnings.
Excerpt
“We’ll see how the night goes.”
“Is
that a challenge, Maggie May?” Gil leans forward and catches her eye, then puts
his hand on her leg above her knee, and squeezes.
The
heat of his hand warms her and her muscles clench.
“Maybe.”
Gil
licks the corner of his mouth. “Good to know.” Leaning back, he keeps his hand
on her thigh.
Mentally,
Maggie fans herself. The fire in front of her isn’t the only one she’s playing
with tonight.
Quinn
and Ryan eventually make their way out to join the group on the beach, carrying
the s’mores supplies along with metal skewers from the kitchen.
“I
can’t believe I’m offering this after the meat feast, but who wants dessert?”
Ryan gestures the platter of goodies.
“I’ll
never turn down chocolate or Nutella.” Selah gets up to grab a skewer and
marshmallow.
“I
need to taste Maggie’s Nutella s’more,” Gil says, squeezing her leg. “Mind
making me one?”
“If
I can stand, sure.” She pushes off the sand, using Gil’s leg to prop herself
up.
“Charred
or not charred?” She waves a marshmallow in front of Gil.
“Charred,
of course.” He grins.
“Heathen,”
she teases and sticks the marshmallow directly into the flames. Pulling the
flaming ball of goo out of the fire, she blows on it before handing the skewer
to Gil. ‘Hold this, and no eating it.”
Carefully grabbing a graham crack, she
smears on a dollop of Nutella, and then places the charred marshmallow on top
before adding another cracker.
She
licks a big dollop of Nutella off the side, getting some of the warm chocolate
on the corner of her mouth.
“Here.”
She hands him the sticky mess, noticing that Gil shifts his legs and squirms.
“You
missed a spot.” He gestures to her lips before biting the s’more.
Maggie
licks her lips, trying to get off the Nutella. She glances at Gil, who closes
his eyes and moans.
“Good?”
“Mmmm….
Hhmmmm… mmmmm” is all that comes out of him. Still with his eyes closed he
reaches up to swipe off the Nutella from chin with his thumb. It’s Maggie’s
turn to quietly moan as she watches him lick his thumb.
“Food
porn as foreplay?” Quinn asks as he sticks his own marshmallow into the flames
next to Maggie.
“What?”
She asks, completely unaware of where she is.
“You
have it so bad.” Selah chimes in from behind her. “Move out of the way or toast
another marshmallow.” She bumps Maggie with her hip.
“More,”
Gil says, opening one eye as he pops the last of the s’more into his mouth.
“Best
s’more ever?” Maggie asks, grabbing another marshmallow.
“Best
ever.” Gil winks. “More.”
“Greedy.”
She chars another marshmallow.
The
rest of the gang is likewise toasting and moaning over their creations.
“Where
was this when I used to smoke pot?” Quinn asks.
“I’m
grateful Nutella wasn’t around in college. I’d be as big as a house,” Jo says,
eating a perfectly toasted but not charred marshmallow.
Maggie
hands Gil another s’more, which he snatches from her like a starving man.
“You
okay there, big guy? Can I make one for myself now?”
Gil
gives her a stink eye but nods his head, his mouth too full to respond
verbally.
Maggie
sits back down next to Gil with her own s’more. She takes a bite, closes her
eyes and moans. She can’t help herself.
When
she opens her eyes, she catches Gil licking the s’more right before biting it.
“What
the hell?” She tries to save her s’more from his greedy mouth, but he is too
quick.
“It
was dripping and going to land on your shirt. I was trying to be a gentleman
and protect your clothing.”
Maggie
stares at him.
“Not
buying it?”
“No.”
She licks her lips where the melted marshmallow makes them sticky. She watches
Gil staring at her lips.
“Can
I help you with that?” He offers, his eyes flicking to her mouth, then back up
to her eyes.
“I
think I’ve got it.”
“I’m
not sure about that.” He reaches out his index finger, swipes under her bottom
lip, and shows her the chocolate. Author Info
Before writing full time, Daisy Prescott worked in the world of art, auctions, antiques, and home decor. She earned her degree in Art History and endured a brief stint as a film theory graduate student. Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker, blogger, content wrangler, freelance writer, fangirl, gardener, wife, and pet mom are a few of the other titles she’s acquired over the years.
Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy and her husband (aka SO) currently live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with their dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. Geoducks Are for Lovers is her debut novel. She is busy researching her second novel.
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