Cuba: A Love Story

I went to Havana to do research on my newest novel, the second book in the TJ Wilde Trilogy.  Here are my notes on the people, food and music:

I am still trying to process Cuba and Havana. But I will tell you I left a bit of my heart there. It began with a snafu with our room reservations that showed us the heart of the people of Cuba. We were without a place to stay for all of ten minutes.  And our new hosts not only found room for us but made us feel like family before the day was out. Casa de Sergio y Miriam was only the beginning.

To a person, every Cuban we encountered was kind, helpful and full of joy. We were never lost for long or without a suggestion for something new to see. Someone always stepped in to help. And along the way share their story with us.

And so many places to see. We spent our first day exploring the neighborhoods around our apartment. People watching as everyone went about their day in the narrow, colorful streets. I believe one of the reasons we met so many wonderful people was because we wandered the streets away from the tourist areas.  Read more…


 

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A Sexy, Witty, Murderous Adventure

My life was not going as I had imagined. But I had a plan:

FIRST, in between being chased by Scary Dudes and frequently dodging bullets, I was determined to solve the murder of mysterious lawman, Mike Fraser. He died in my arms after involving me in a criminal investigation, so this was personal.

NEXT, I was going to get my Soon-To-Be-Ex to sign our divorce papers (a divorce he had insisted on, by the way). Then I would be free to take full advantage of the well-muscled U.S. Marshal that was now guarding my body, day and night.

FINALLY, I was going to find my dream job as far away from Peoria, IL and as close to an ocean as I could possibly get. It was a simple plan.

All I had to do was live long enough to implement it.

And I was definitely not going to fall in love with the sexy U.S. Marshal sitting at my kitchen table. Even if every cell in my body was saying he was too good to let go.

For TJ Wilde, it was difficult to tell who was more dangerous, the men trying to kill her or the man she was falling in love with…

RUN AGROUND is a wild ride through a small town. Corrupt cops, illegal gambling, lascivious morticians, contract killers and one sexy U.S. Marshal keep TJ Wilde on her toes while she tries to solve a murder. She’s also on the hunt for the jerks who keep ransacking her apartment. All while she tries to ignore the hunky man with the potential to mend her broken heart…or shatter it irrevocably.

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Annie DeMoranville Instagram Short Stories #4: A Little Coffee

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At the end of a crappy day, I needed a warm lift.
I set my little espresso machine to go and went to shed my work clothes for my comfy on-the-couch-clothes.
When I returned, there was no doubt who understood me, who knew what I needed to brighten my dreary day.
Not a bouquet of flowers. Not a cheery card.
No, it was a cup so pretty, I almost couldn’t drink it.

But of course, I did.

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Annie DeMoranville Instagram Short Stories #3: Vacation!

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Bertie, Gertrude, and Candi were looking forward to their tropical vaca. Candi packed the tanning oil and beach hats. Gertrude managed the maps and tunes. Bertie was in charge of snacks. Loaded up and ready for takeoff, in blew a sudden storm. Alas, their flight was canceled. Instead of getting their feathers ruffled, they made the best of it with what can set any heart aflutter: a little retail therapy.

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So Here’s Why I’ve Been So Scarce

I’ve been working on this:

I just finished my novel Run Aground, it’s the first book in a trilogy. I was up against a tight deadline and had to focus. It is official tomorrow – but you’re special, so you get the sneak peek tonight.

You can read chapter one (chapter two will be available this weekend) at AnnieDeMoranville:

www.AnnieDeMoranville.com

I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing standing in the dark with my ear pressed against this door. Fair question. I’m afraid the answers are more complicated than I have time for right now, considering I’m running for my life at this precise moment. But, I’ll give you the highlights.  Continue reading

Available on Amazon in ebook this week. And next week, the paperback!

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Hope you’ll make it one of your summer beach reads. ❤

And not totally unrelated – there are two recipes in the book from this website! See, I can make anything about cooking. – TaMara



Paris In The Fall: Day 1

I’ve been having difficulty putting Paris into words, which is why the delay in my promised posts. I think I just feel that everything that can be said about the City of Lights has already been said. But I’ll give it a shot.

Paris was beautiful and I enjoyed every moment of it. The people were friendly, kind and welcoming. Fall was in full force as we walked….everywhere. We mastered the Metro and wound our way through the tree line streets to museums, gardens, cafes and the cemetery.

The Eiffel Tower was directly outside the hotel window creating a pretty sweet nightlight with hourly sparkles.

I found many things as I walked through quiet museums and busy neighborhoods, but what I did not find was my heart. There was beauty, art and history, all things I love. But I was really surprised that as much as I loved it, it was not the zing to my heart that I expected.

Maybe a girl can only have one city steal her heart, and mine was stolen by Boston long, long ago. Still, every day in Paris was a lovely adventure.

There’s more and I’ll share in the days to come…especially the cemetery…



cross-posted at Annie DeMoranville Writes