Hey guys! I'm so excited to be taking part in the Geoducks Are For Lovers blog tour, hosted by the lovely Samantha at CLP Blog Tours! I totally fell in love with this cover at first sight. Not sure what it is... but I adore it.
Today I have an awesome excerpt to share with you!! Plus, if you head over to Daisy's blog tour page HERE you can read other amazing excerpts as well. Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy! :)
Title: Geoducks Are For LoversAuthor: Daisy Prescott
Published: May 15, 2013
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 on Whidbey Island. 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, a former grunge musician turned history professor, joins them as Selah’s date for the weekend. Facing his own ghosts, Gil decides he’s waited long enough to get the girl. With the support of college sweethearts, a hot lumberjack, a few wishing rocks, and the world’s largest burrowing clam, 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.
“I’m fine sharing with Selah. She snores like a bear. I might need ear plugs.”
“I heard that, and I do not snore!”
“She so does,” they both say at the same time, and then laugh.
“I’ll find ear plugs for you.”
Gil brushes past her and drops Selah’s bags in the den. “This is cozy. I didn’t notice a TV in the living room and thought you became one of those anti-TV recluse types for a minute.” He teases her.
“Lord no! I’m addicted to horrible, embarrassing television. I like to hide my shame from company,” Maggie explains.
“So, this is where you watch porn?” Gil gestures around.
He’s flirting with her. Or at least she thinks he is. Two can play at this.
“No, silly. I watch my porn online in my bedroom like most people.” She winks at him.
Apparently momentarily stunned by the thought of her watching porn in her bedroom, in her bed, Gil takes a few seconds to react. She chuckles that she stunned him into silence. His shocked expression pleases her.
“Your room is upstairs next to Quinn’s. Ryan arrives Saturday, so you’re in the room with the two twin beds. Hope you don’t mind.”
Maggie walks up the stairs with Gil following behind her. She swears she senses his eyes on her but she’s afraid to look back. Instead, she adds a little extra swing in case he’s looking.
Gil pauses on the landing and picks up a rock on the windowsill. “Why do all these rocks have white lines around them? I saw some downstairs, too.”
“They’re wishing rocks.”
He quirks an eyebrow at her. “Wishing rocks? Like magical rocks?”
“Sure, mock the island traditions. You find a rock with an unbroken white ring, make a wish, and throw it into the water.”
“Do the mermaids and Selkies grant your wishes?”
“Ha ha. Not sure either are in the Sound. Wishing rocks are something my grandmother taught me.”
“They’re cool. Definitely.” Gil strokes his finger over the ring. “If you throw them in the water to make your wish, why do you have so many here? Hoarding wishes?”
She tugs on the sleeve of his ancient concert T-shirt. “You’re one to talk about holding onto things. I collect the rocks. You never know when you’ll need a little extra hope and faith. Plus, they’re pretty. I love how nature creates something perfect.”
He leans against the wall and nods at her words. “We’ll have to find you more tomorrow,” he says softly, watching her face.
“They’re everywhere if you keep your eyes open.”
“Kind of like wishes,” he says.
“Maybe.” She smiles at him before continuing up the stairs.
Before writing full time, Daisy Prescott worked in the world of art, auctions, antiques, and home decor. She earned her degree in Art History from Mills College and endured a brief stint as a film theory graduate student at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker, fangirl, blogger, freelance writer, 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 live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with their dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. She is currently researching her second novel.
I adore this cover!
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