She wasn't published - yet - and came as an avid reader and fan of our mutual friend, Margaret Ethridge. In her 'posse' was her beautiful mother, who passed this year and another lady from my neck of the woods. In honor of her mom and of that momentous year, I grabbed a screen shot of Julie and her extremely fun-loving mom taken at RAGT12.
Take it away, Julie.
I’m so excited to be here today on my pal Sue’s blog! This has been a rocky year for me, with lots of highs and lows, but one of the highest highs was finishing the novella I’ve been working on since last year. It’s especially satisfying because it’s also the first book I’ll be publishing under my actual name, Julie Evelyn Joyce. This weekend I’ll be subbing my baby to all the pretty publishers of the world and crossing all my digits that someone will say YES. :)
In the meantime, I’m gonna share the blurb and a little snippet from my story, Steeped in Love. Ready? Okay!
Le blurb: Addie Mitchell is a pie-on-the-fly entrepreneur who’s finally ready to settle down in the big, empty house her late great-aunt Edna left to her. Frustrated with her lack of success in romance, Addie turns to another gift her great-aunt passed on to her, the art of reading tea leaves, to aid her in her search for the ideal mate.
Novelist Ethan Holtz is having a hard time sinking his teeth into his next project, but he finds Addie fascinating. Mainly for her ability to make her dates disappear in fifteen minutes flat. He can’t help but eavesdrop on her dates in the local coffee shop, his writing haven, and soon finds himself taking pointers on what not to do from her failed suitors.
Though her methods seem nothing short of mad, he falls fast and hard for the pixie-haired pie-pusher. She thinks they’re all wrong for each other, but Ethan teams up with the tea leaves to prove they’re so right.
And here’s an excerpt from Steeped in Love:
Ethan flagged down Gwen and ordered the damn danish. She topped up his mug as she dropped off the pastry. When he lifted his head to acknowledge the gesture, an entirely different woman caught his eye. Adelaide Mitchell, owner and operator of the one and only Pie-Cycle. He couldn’t help but stare as she entered the cafe, a pixie-haired woman with wide brown eyes, pink lips, and short-shorts that made him wish for the first time in his life that he were a bike seat.
He rarely got to see Addie up close. She was always in such a hurry, selling her freshly-baked hand pies at all the hubs in this town and the neighboring ones. The fillings could be sweet or savory. He wondered if it depended on her mood. Not that he’d know if they were any good. He’d never tried one, being that he was partial to danishes, but a girl like Addie, well…she might tempt a guy to give pie a try.
Addie ordered, then took a seat a couple tables over, her back to him. She pulled a tube of lipstick from her pocket and used an old bicycle side mirror from her bag to apply it, which he found more comical than peculiar. Her short hairstyle emphasized the long, slim column of her neck. She was jumpy, anxious. Her aquamarine bike shoes slapped against the floor, like it pained her to sit still for too long. He found himself growing impatient along with her.
Gwen returned to Addie’s table with a steaming mug. “Here’s your tea,” she said. “Good luck. Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Well, that was an odd thing to say. What was she looking for? The missing word in a crossword puzzle? The meaning of life? The perfect ratio of honey to lemon in her tea—
“How’s the writing going, Ethan?”
He jumped, startled to find Gwen hovering over him with a knowing smile on her face. When the hell did she get there? “Fine,” he muttered.
Her soft hum proved she’d seen the blank page he failed to minimize fast enough. “Hope your hands don’t cramp up,” she teased, then scurried back behind the counter to cash someone out.
Ethan missed those days—when his fingers could barely keep pace with the words flowing from his brain. It was hell to find inspiration when you knew what you were writing would tank before it even hit the shelves. Releasing a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples. He could be bitter and cynical all he wanted, but the fact of the matter was that he needed to rebrand himself if he had a hope in Hades of selling anything. He’d still be a thriller author, but his stories were about to take on an entirely different spin. Every successful book nowadays had ‘girl’ in the title: Gone Girl, The Good Girl, The Girl on the Train...The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
He glanced up, suddenly curious beyond all reason if Addie had any tattoos. She didn’t. At least not from his angle. But even more intriguing, she wasn’t sitting alone anymore.
There was a man sitting at her table. That’s what Gwen meant. This was a date. A date with a man she was obviously meeting for the first time. Addie Mitchell was looking for a man.
Hope you enjoyed that little teaser! I’m still working on my new blog, but you can follow me on Twitter to keep up with the latest and greatest in the life of Julie! https://twitter.com/JulieDoner
Have a delightful day, my dears!
Aww, thank you for posting that lovely pic, and for hosting me on your blog today, Sue. I'm so glad that you had a chance to meet my mom. We certainly had some fun times together during that conference. :)ReplyDelete
I have such mad love for this story, you, your mommy, and Sue. I am just a big old pile o' love!ReplyDelete
Oh, I am ALL over that! I love Schmoopy!Mags :D *tackle hugs*Delete
Miss Margaret - you know the lurv is reciprocated. I shall have to join Julie in the tackle hug.Delete