Just Under Two Weeks!
- elizabethandrewswr
- Sep 14
- 3 min read
Yes, I am working on my prep list, checking things off so I'm ready to go for the 27th this month. Look at all those authors! My entire monthly writing group is on that list, which is fun, it's been a while since we were all at the same event. Some long-distance writing friends are on there as well, and it will be good to see them again, too. I'm getting a newsletter ready to go with more information, so if you haven't signed up for it yet, now would be a good time to do that. It'll probably be ready to go in the next day or two, and I'm going to include the venue map--I'll be at table 113! I think there will be something like 150-ish authors signing, that day, plus a few vendors, so there's going to be something for almost every reader. VIP tickets are sold out, but general admission is still available; clicking on the graphic above will get you to the event site, or you can get tickets at the door on the 27th as well.
Before I get back to my signing prep list and the rest of the weekend to-do list, I have a little snippet for you this week from Light the Way Home.
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Lucie didn’t argue when Nate refused her help with the dishes. Her insides still quivered from the realization that he was attracted to her.
“I’ll see you in the mornin’, Lucie!” Hayden shouted, hopping on one foot.
She smiled as she put her sweater on. “Yes, you will.” They’d already decided Hayden would join her after breakfast so Nate could cram in a few hours of work before he headed to the hospital to see his dad–and try to get his mother to come home rather than sleep on the less-than-ideal pull-out chair-bed in his dad’s hospital room again.
She wasn’t sure that was a battle he would win, but she understood his concern.
Hayden gave her a quick hug and then ran back to his book in the living room.
“I really do appreciate this, Lucie,” Nate said from where he stood at the sink.
“It’s nothing, Nate,” she said lightly. “Keeps me from having to spend endless hours on job search sites and getting more depressed than I already am.” She kept her head down as she buttoned her sweater up to her chin.
“It isn’t nothing to me.”
His firm, quiet tone snared her attention, and her mouth went dry. The shadows in his brown eyes made her curl her fingers around the edges of her sweater to keep from reaching out.
“I’m not accustomed to asking for help.” He cleared his throat. “I appreciate it.”
She swallowed. “It’s no problem,” she whispered. Dammit–hot, attracted to her, and vulnerable. Shit, that was trouble. She took a slow breath. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” She inched toward the door.
A hint of awareness darkened his eyes, but he stayed where he was. “Good night, Lucie.”
She took two more steps, clearing the doorway to the mud room, and a little relief sank into her belly. Until she heard footsteps behind her.
Within reach of the back door, she whirled. He stood at the open doorway of the kitchen, undisguised desire in his eyes this time. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a quick rush of excitement that she tried to squash as he stepped into the mud room. She held her breath as he took another step. One more. Until he stood a foot away, and her breath rushed out.
He studied her face for a long moment, and she wondered what he saw, what he was looking for. Impulsively, she moved closer to him, noting the way his eyes rounded, and she stretched up to brush a kiss on his mouth, lingered for a second, then stepped back.
“Good night, Nate,” she whispered, reaching behind her for the doorknob.
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If you're close enough to join us on the 27th, I hope you will. I'll have all of my books available that day, and I love meeting fellow romance readers! Now I'm heading back to my to-do list and signing prep list. How are you doing on your goals for the month? I'd love to hear about it!
Until next time, happy reading!
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