Wednesday, September 7, 2016

VBT + #Giveaway: Victoria at Sea by M. Kate Quinn @mkatequinn @GoddessFish



Victoria at Sea
by M. Kate Quinn
GENRE: Contemporary Romance


BLURB:


Why has no place in what the heart knows for sure.

On the eve of their wedding Victoria Gliden and fiancĂ© Owen Walker call it quits. He accuses her of not being able to get over her deadbeat father’s vanishing act when she was a child and she and her cold feet run and don’t look back.

An interior designer, Victoria, has an important meeting on Cancun that could garner her a promotion and the plan was to incorporate her presentation with the honeymoon cruise that’s journeying to the island. Since she’s sure Owen is on his way to Portland to escape the aftermath of their ruined wedding, Victoria takes the honeymoon cruise anyway. Only Owen has the same idea and they’re stuck with each other for six days, five nights.

Tony Gliden, Victoria’s father, dies in a freak accident and is sent back to earth disguised as a crotchety old man with the mission to convince his daughter to believe in love. So, he, too boards the ship.

At sea, destiny takes a detour when Victoria befriends the quirky old man with kind eyes and together they join forces with a quartet of unabashed women in their fifties who drink pink martinis and flirt with the wait staff but are wiser than they look. While trying to dodge Owen, Victoria’s new acquaintances help her face old wounds and confront new fears.

Most of all, Victoria and Owen both realize it all boils down to one word—why?

By journey’s end will two broken hearts get their answer?


Excerpt:

Two figures, a scrawny-assed man and a brittle-looking woman, sat opposite him at a sleek table, the surface a slab of marble. “Who the hell are you?” Tony’s voice pinged foreign to his ears, distant, echoic.

The man’s lanky arms were knobby like twigs, attached to narrow shoulders, but he sat with the authority of a doctor, his pale hands tented on the marble. His face, sunken-eyed, was somber like he was about to lower the boom to a patient. Tony pushed himself forward and stared the guy down.

“Buddy, uh, care to answer me?”

When no response came from the guy, Tony pulled his eyes over to the woman. Her gray hair was long and silky. Young hair. The healthy mane looked odd on a broad who obviously had a few miles on her with skin like tree bark. She had a clipboard in her bony grasp, her knuckles like rocks under taut sallow skin.

“Either one of you going to speak?” The sarcasm felt good, sharp like a seed of jalapeno on his tongue. “Yoo-hoo.” He looked from one to the other as they sat there like mannequins. “And, what’s with those sweaters?”

They both sported white crewneck sweaters with a red “H” emblazoned mid chest like some kind of uniform. Tony’s gaze slid down to his own garments expecting to see the same indigo jeans and blue striped shirt he’d put on this morning. Instead, he was in a black suit that even he, no expert at such things, knew was a piece of crap. He wore no shoes and one big toe poked through a hole in a navy blue sock. He wouldn’t be caught dead in the getup.

“What the hell?” His words boomeranged off the white walls like a crack of thunder. “How’d I get in this pile of rags and what the hell am I doing here?”

The man at the desk pinned Tony with an onyx stare and screwed his lips into a knot.

“Are you always this grumpy?” The man’s voice was gravelly, like his vocal chords were rusted. His head bobbled like a dashboard toy.

The woman looked up from her clipboard and fixed her cloudy gray eyes on Tony, as well. He felt like a goldfish in a bowl on a shelf. The broad wagged a gnarled accusatory finger. “Come on,” she coaxed in a voice that sounded like she was under water. “Give us a smile.”

A familiar zing raced through Tony, the first sign of life amidst the fog in his brain. He didn’t like being chastised and he didn’t like these two clowns dressed like orderlies, or better yet, soda jerks.

He jolted up from the chair like it was electric and somebody pushed the “on” button. “Grumpy, huh? Tell you what, pal. You ain’t seen grumpy. And, unless you tell me the truth about why the hell I’m here, you’re going to get yourselves a good dose of Tony Gliden losing it. So, one last time, what am I doing here?”

“Tony,” the woman’s voice held a gauzy wrap of gratuitous condescension. “There’s no way to sugar-coat the facts, so put simply, you’re dead.”


Guest Post:
On Writing – The Magic of Research

          When I do some research for a book idea I sometimes strike unexpected gold. 
          In my latest release, Victoria at Sea, a contemporary romance with a light paranormal twist, the story centers around a runaway bride, Victoria, who decides to take her honeymoon cruise anyway only to discover the man she just jilted is on the ship, as well.
          I wanted to have Victoria take one of those daytime excursions with some women she befriends on the ship.  That’s where the research came in.  I wanted to find just the right day trip from the port in Cancun.  I came across information on a little island just about four miles long and just 2,000 or so feet wide called “Isla Mujeres,” the island of women.  Bingo!
          Further research told me that the island is sacred to a Mayan goddess, Ix’Chel, the moon goddess of birth and medicine.  Legend has it that Ix’Chel used a large vessel of water to pour life-giving water to crops and people that needed healing.  She helped women stand strong in the storms of life, guided them on how to face all weather.  Each year, I learned, the island hosts  retreats where women embrace their strength and the power of each other.
          The information got me thinking.  How could Ix’Chel ‘s legacy help my story, help my heroine and her supporting cast?  I got to work.  Ideas came flying at me, the symbolism alive and breathing itself into the scene.  What began as some basic research on a little daytime jaunt off a ship docked in Cancun turned out to be the catalyst for a much deeper layer of the story. 
     Oh, and, bonus, now I have a new bucket list item – Visit Isla Mujeres! 


AUTHOR BIO:

Born to a feisty Italian mother and a gentle blue-eyed Irishman, I was given the name “Marykate,” inspired by Maureen O’Hara’s character in the movie, The Quiet Man, an old-time favorite love story that co-starred John Wayne. With a grandmother Catherine and an Aunt Mary the name was an obvious choice.
    
I've been writing stories all my life. There's an old Macy’s box in my attic filled with my writings from childhood, now smudgy-looking pages produced on my portable Olivetti Underwood typewriter, an eighth-grade gift from my Grandmother Catherine.
    
I am a recent First Place winner of a short story contest sponsored by Reader’s Digest Magazine and write a column entitled “Boomer Humor” that appears monthly in my neighborhood newspaper.
    
My husband and I are our own love story. We have a slap-happy middle-aged second marriage with a combined total of six grown children, one delightful granddaughter, another precious little baby on the way and one ridiculously spoiled, amazingly handsome cat named Sammy.




Giveaway:

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7 comments:

CJ said...

Thank you for your awesome guest post! I really enjoy finding out about an author's writing process. Good luck on the tour and thank you so much for the giveaway! :)

Anonymous said...

I love the premise!

--Trix

Rajeeva Jayaratne said...

thanks for the giveaway

James Robert said...

I appreciate the excerpt and giveaway, thank you

Mary Preston said...

The research would be amazing, especially finding gems like that.

Ria M said...

Sounds like an entertaining story.

James Robert said...

Hope your Saturday is terrific and fun! Thanks for all you do and for bringing us such great giveaways.