Author Katie O’Boyle is here to tell us about her latest release Coming Home to Love and what she did for her birthday yesterday.
Happy Birthday, Katie!
Yesterday, for my birthday, my sister and a friend and I drove together to Montezuma Wildlife Refuge to check out the latest wave of migrating ducks and to enjoy a sunny day with each other. Spending time with dear friends and witnessing the fall migration are two of my greatest pleasures in life today!
As we enjoyed the Montezuma’s wildlife drive, we saw Eurasian Widgeons, Green-Winged Teals, Northern Pintails, Pied-bill Grebes, Coots, Herons, Egrets, and many more, sharing the water and the food chain in the Main Pool.
…until a Harris Hawk swooped in and triggered an exodus. Imagine the thunder of wings as everyone scattered!
In the quiet that followed, my sister said, “Remember we used to think there was a treasure buried in the swamp?” Oh, the memories that invoked!
As children, we believed the stories of buried pirate’s booty, guarded by rattlesnakes in the depths of “Montezuma Swamp.” It wasn’t “Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge” in those days, at least not to our imaginations. Barbie and Carlene and I drew treasure maps, as if we knew where the gold was stashed, and we made plans to dig it up. It wasn’t the pirate that stopped us from following through. We figured the bad guy that stole the gold and buried it was long since dead. But the rattlesnakes. We never figured out what to do about those rattlesnakes.
With all the coming and going of our lives, friends and loved ones lost through the years, I’m so grateful to have a few old friends who are part of my life today. And I treasure those chance remarks that trigger cherished memories. Yesterday was the happiest birthday ever!
“You know,” Gianessa said, as she stroked his palm with her thumb, “I was prepared not to like you. Look how that turned out.”
He blustered. “Not like me?” He winked.
“The first time I saw you, you were badgering Grace.” She leaned forward, leading with her breasts. “That ticked me off.”
“And you wore your hair in that French braid, which ticked me off.”
She gathered her long, toffee tresses behind her shoulders. “You never said you didn’t like my braid.”
“I wanted from that first moment to get my hands in your hair. I plotted six ways to Sunday to get rid of the braid.”
“My braid is perfect for work. It feels elegant and simple, and it makes me feel put together and focused.”
He caressed her cheek and jaw and neck with eager fingers. “But you’re elegant and complex, and I prefer you undone.”
Born in the upstate-New York village known as the Birthplace of Women’s Rights, Katie O’Boyle loves the Finger Lakes in every season. She enjoys lunch with friends at charming inns, and she cherishes the lakeside porch as a place for intimate sharing, laughter, and inspiration. To the outside world, she is a tech-savvy college professor. In her soul, she is a passionate author of warm-hearted romance. She is hard at work on book four of the Lakeside Porches romance books and novellas.
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