Monday, November 21, 2022



My Historical Mystery Romance 

November 22, 1963, a day that changed America forever. Who killed President Kennedy?

 I've been a HUGE Kennedy assassination buff since that very day. Everyone who was alive on November 22, 1963 knew exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. I was in my first grade classroom. The teacher got a call on the classroom phone and told us ‘the president was shot.’ A collective gasp went around the room. I was 6 years old and in first grade. It was ten years before I saw the footage of Ruby shooting Oswald, on an anniversary documentary.

          But it was my grandmother who got me interested in the biggest mystery since 'who killed the princes in the Tower?' (I'm a Ricardian; that's for another post).  She got me embroiled right along with her.

          She listened to all the radio talk shows (those who lived in the New York area might remember Long John Nebel, on WOR, WNBC, and WMCA, all on AM radio (FM was really 'out there' at that time).

          She recorded all the radio talk shows. She bought whatever books came out over the years, along with the Warren Commission Report, which I couldn't lift at the time, it was so heavy. But my interest never waned in the 51 years that followed.

          In 2000, I began the third book of my New York Saga, set in 1963. The heroine is Vikki McGlory Ward, daughter of Billy McGlory, hero of the second book, BOOTLEG BROADWAY, set during Prohibition. This was my opportunity to write a novel showcasing all my current theories, and continue the saga. It took a minimum of research, since I remember all the 60's brands, (Bosco, Yum Berry, Mr. Bubble...), the fashions, the songs, and I even included a scene set on that unforgettable night when the Beatles first appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show, February 9, 1964.



The third in the New York Saga, The End of Camelot centers on Billy McGlory’s daughter Vikki, whose husband is murdered trying to prevent the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Vikki uses her detective skills to trace the conspiracy, from New York to New Orleans to Dallas, and at the same time, tricks her husband’s murderer into a confession. A romance with her bodyguard makes her life complete.

November 22, 1963: The assassination of a president devastates America. But a phone call brings even more tragic news to Vikki Ward—her TV reporter husband was found dead in his Dallas hotel room that morning.

Finding his notes, Vikki realizes her husband was embroiled in the plot to kill JFK—but his mission was to prevent it. When the Dallas police rule his death accidental, Vikki vows to find out who was behind the murders of JFK and her husband. With the help of her father and godfather, she sets out to uncover the truth.

Aldobrandi Po , the bodyguard hired to protect Vikki, falls in love with her almost as soon as he sets eyes on her. But he's engaged to be married, and she’s still mourning her husband. Can they ever hope to find happiness in the wake of all this tragedy?

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It was New Year’s Eve, they were alone, and he was harmless. So far. So she took the necessary two paces over to him and placed the honey ball between his custom-made choppers.

He closed his eyes, and she watched him savoring the sweetness. She didn’t dare say another word as she ran her index finger over a glob of cream on the cannoli plate, raised it to her lips and licked. “Mmmm,” she voiced, wishing she hadn’t.

Their eyes met and locked. Faster than lightning, they came together like magnets. Their lips met, sweet and sticky and hot. She didn’t want him to stop, but her inner voice screamed how wrong it was—It’s forbidden!—echoing the nuns in Saint Gustina’s. She shooed it away like an annoying fly. Leave me alone, I’m not a kid anymore. Her arms circled his neck, and his hands slid down to the curve of her back. Dare she move in closer, pelvis to pelvis, an unthinkable act three seconds ago? Her body was betraying her, betraying Jack, taking on a will of its own as she crushed herself to him. The kiss intensified. She tasted cannoli, and her fogged mind told her he’d been sampling them all day. She breathed in his cologne, so foreign it repelled her, so new it aroused her even further. Her tiara slipped off her head. She caught it just as he pulled away.

He held her at arm’s length as in a tango. “Oh, cara mia,” he growled—and if he said another word in Italian, she knew she’d explode. A passion long dormant stirred inside her.

My favorite passage from the book:

Billy came down the stairs for a nightcap and glanced into the living room. He noticed the glow in the fireplace, Vikki’s eyeglasses and the anisette bottle on the table. The couch faced the other way, but nobody was sitting on it. “Where’d they go?” Then he realized they hadn’t gone anywhere—and they were on the couch, but not sitting. Before he got out of their way, he placed a long-playing record on the phonograph. Jackie Gleason’s “For Lovers Only.”







Sunday, November 20, 2022

Meet Anastasia Abboud and Check Out TREMORS THROUGH TIME, Book One of the TREMORS THROUGH TIME Series

 Anastasia is my fellow Wild Rose Press author, and also writes time travel romance--my favorite subgenre of romance. Since we both had time travel novels released about the same time, we're hosting each other on our blogs--and another big thanks to her for hosting me featuring my time travel romance, 


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About Anastasia 

For me, playing is the best -- playing outdoors in nature or in my garden, experimenting in the kitchen, spending time with those I love. I also enjoy disappearing into a good book, attempting crafts, learning, writing, exploring, discovering. I especially like to mix it up and have yet to perfect any of it; and I've come to realize that perfection's not the point. It's all wonderfully fun. That's the point!

​I prefer authentic and natural, be it food, lifestyle, people. I passionately enjoy both history and science, and certainly sociology to a degree, and I am most truly a romantic.

​​My husband and I have been married for over forty years. We reside near Houston, Texas, surrounded by loved ones. We have a blast with our little grandchildren.

​I thank God for this wonderful life.

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She's made mistakes and paid the price, but Deidre Chisolm is no quitter. She'll never again be a fool for a man, not even her gorgeous new neighbor with his haunted eyes and strange accent. She'll be friendly, but nothing more. 

Lachlann has to go back to fourteenth-century Scotland. He can't forsake his family, his son. But when a beautiful, kind, funny lady buys the house next door, he's never been so drawn to anyone in his life. Would she believe his story? After years of struggling through nightmares and flashbacks, headaches and illiteracy, dare he ask her to help him return?

An Excerpt

Lachlann sauntered across Deidre’s driveway just as she was locking her front door. She turned toward him, smiling. He froze. She was wearing a saffron-colored leine, or tunic, underneath a blue, fitted surcoat. He should have known! She was a woman from his own time. His heart and head began to pound as he stared at her.

“Lachlann?” Deidre’s voice reached him, soft and hesitant. “Don’t you like my costume?”

Costume. Of course, it was a costume. He struggled to regain his voice as his heart rate calmed. “It’s great,” he managed, giving himself a mental shake. Fool!

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice still uncertain. She looked at him inquiringly. “I surprised you, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. I like to wear something fairly authentic in case I run into some of my students.”

“You do look authentic.” He managed a wink. “Bonnie as well.”

She blushed. “You’ve probably seen lots of costumes like this in Scotland.”

“Not so many, and none in Texas.”

It was a wonder to him that he was still standing. Her costume, as she called it, was perfect. She might have fallen through time like himself. It was an even greater wonder that he had not yet carried her off to bed. He’d never wanted anyone as he wanted her.

Now, dressed in such a familiar manner, she suddenly seemed more tangible than ever. She looked magnificent, the clothing emphasizing her generous breasts and hips, her deep red tresses flowing freely down her back.

His mouth went dry as he wondered how he might persuade her to dress like this more often.

Their eyes met. To hell with time.

He stepped toward her.

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 A Personal Interview With Anastasia

Hi, Diana. Thanks so much for hosting me! 

Let’s start with your inspirational journey to publishing.  

Other than British historical romances, what genre(s) would you consider writing and why? 

I love romance and have written contemporary as well as my latest time travel story, which is sort of half and half. I might enjoy writing a western romance or something set in the roaring twenties. Outside of romance, I’ve thought about women’s general fiction and  nonfiction. In fact, I have manuscripts waiting to be revisited. 

If you were going to write a non-fiction book, what would the title be? (this is my novelist’s version of the Barbara Walters’ special question of “If you were a tree what kind would you be?”) 

Hmm. Maybe something like “Texas Eden”. 

What books are you reading these days? 

I have several books going right now, a wonderful and rather mind-boggling combination of audio books and ebooks, mostly romance and cozy mysteries. 

Tell me your favorite, most zany “when I was doing research for this novel you wouldn’t believe what I did/what happened” story: 

I do A LOT of research, but so far, nothing zany has happened. I wonder if that’s good or bad? 

How long, on average, does it take you to write a 100,000 word novel?  What is your typical writing schedule like when you’re on deadline for a novel? 

All I can say is that it takes me a long time.  Eeek! Writing time is hard for me to come by.

 I know you’ve had a few, so please share your other fascinating jobs/careers.  Do you, or will you ever, write full-time? 

My only full-time job was when we were first married, over forty years ago, and my husband was still at university. I worked in a health food store. I had a few other part-time jobs in those very early years. But, for the most part, I’ve been home. By nature, I’m a nester, thoroughly domestic. I just love it. I’ve enjoyed being home (home being several different places), raising my family, gardening, taking classes on and off, blogging, and working on a novel now and again. 

I’m not sure that I will ever write “full-time”, but I hope I will always write. 

If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?

I think Deidre from Tremors Through Time. She shares my passion for history, gardening, and the simple life. Also, she’s tall and curvaceous, which I hope to be one day (when I grow up).

If you could jump into any book, and live in that world, which would it be? 

I’m good with the present! There’s good and bad in every age and conflict in every good book. But I suppose, if I really had to choose, the British Isles during the early medieval period or France or Italy during the High Renaissance would be interesting.

Do you have a specific snack that you have with you when you write?

I don’t, but I like to have a beverage beside me – coffee, tea, wine, gin tonic, sometimes a tall glass of lemonade or water.

 Do you have an all-time favorite book?

I have lots of favorites, but two are iconic for me: Walden by Henry David Thoreau and Quo Vadis by Henry Sienkiewicz.

If you could meet two authors, who would you pick and why?

Gibran Khalil Gibran – He is one of my all-time favorite writers and he led a dramatic and interesting life. He was outspoken enough to have to leave his homeland, Lebanon, for the U.S. – a move which saved his life. He was an artist, poet, and writer and was ahead of his time in his support of women’s rights. 

And probably George Sand.  She wrote when women were discouraged to do so, wore men’s clothes when women were stuffing themselves into corsets and crinolines, and pretty much did what she wanted, including having an affair with Chopin. How cool was she?

Tell us a random fact about you that we never would have guessed.

I’m a lifelong swimmer – survival classes, master swimming, all sorts! I no longer swim miles at a time as I once could. Sadly, I just don’t give it the requisite time. But I still love it. 

Anything else you’d like to share with readers that I haven’t asked? 

Yes, there is something because I love my readers. It has surprised me that some don’t approve the ending of Tremors Through Time. I have to say that I, an HEA fanatic, count the ending as happy! Just know that things happen for a reason.:) The characters wrote the ending – they really did! And I’m blowing virtual kisses to my readers. Thank you! I love you!  

 And thank you, Diana, for hosting me today!

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