When Addie inherits her parents’ small antique shop, she wonders how she can pursue her New York career and keep the shop her parents loved. She’s also puzzled by an old angel doll with a strange inscription on its belly that she finds in her mom’s cedar chest. Although the shop barely breaks even, it’s a meeting place for friends to gossip and share tea—or sympathy when needed. Then there’s Gabe, an old childhood friend who’s become an important part of her life. When she finally gets her big break, he selflessly wishes her well. Not until he’s hurt in his job as a firefighter does she realize the only true love shown in their relationship was on his part, by not asking her to give up her dream and stay.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to show that sometimes doggedly pursuing a dream prevents a person from enjoying all the blessings they have now.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Characters are composites of people we all come in contact with every day. There are characters in my books who are always cheerful, some who are eternal optimists, and others who can’t seem to catch a break.
When Addie awoke in the emergency room, she stared blearily as hospital personnel buzzed around her. “What happened?”
“You had a nasty fall, dear,” a white-coated figure said as she waved a small flashlight in Addie’s face.
Still in a fog, Addie forced herself to think. As the events of the evening surfaced, she groaned. “Oh, no, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, you did,” Gabe said beside her.
She fingered her drab hospital gown. “Where’s my pretty nightie?”
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of crumpled red satin. “You mean this?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” She moaned.
“Oh, you did that, all right. You also scared me half to death. By the way, you need a new front door.”
“You broke my door?”
“I’ll get a new one put in for you.”
“That’s not the point. You could’ve broken the sidelight and reached in to unlock it. That’s what a burglar would’ve done.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think of that fast enough.”
She sat up. “I want to go home now.”
“Uh-uh. You’re staying the night. You didn’t break anything, only a few bumps and bruises, but they want to keep you for observation because you were unconscious and might have suffered a concussion.”
She groaned. “This isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”
“I know, but we’ll have other nights. I have to call Becky now to come pick me up. I already told her you were here and that you were all right. She’s going to drive me back to your place to pick up my car.”
“If your car’s still at my place, how did I get here?”
“I called 9-1-1, and they sent out a few of my buddies from the station.”
Her jaw dropped. “Your friends saw me half-naked!”
“They’re all professionals, Addie. They see more than that on their job. Besides, I pulled your nightie down as far as it would go, so not much of you showed.”
Before she could react, Becky rushed in. “Addie, what the hell did you do?”
“I’m your best friend. Tell me!”
“I slipped on rose petals that I spread all over the staircase, almost set fire to my house, and fell down the stairs in my sexy nightie. Oh, and I also gave half the fire department a good show. And that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”
Becky pressed her lips together in a desperate attempt to keep a straight face. When that failed, her unrestrained laughter echoed through the ER.
After reading women’s fiction for many years, I finally decided to take the plunge and write my own stories. One of my books, Serendipity House, was named best indie romance for 2011 by Lynn of Red Adept Reviews. As the mother of four grown daughters, I’m familiar with the problems women face finding love, raising children, and stepping back when necessary. That’s why family dynamics play a large part in all my books. Sibling rivalry, drug abuse among teens, and problems with spouses figure prominently in all my stories. Of course, there’s always a touching love story threaded through the pages. Who doesn’t love a good love story? I can be found most days secluded in my office creating new worlds and people to populate them. When I’m not taxing my brain with plot, structure, and grammar, I like to sew, particularly quilts. When I really want to rest my brain cells, I sprawl out in front of the TV and usually fall asleep. Please visit my website, http://www.joycedebacco.com for more information about my books.
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