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Stephanie Queen's Quirky Quips
Since I'm quipping, I'll keep it short!
I just added a new release to my body of work (thinking body size of a pigmy).
THE HOT SHOTS is installment #2 in the romantic comedy suspense series, The Scotland Yard Exchange Program. I love mixing up the British with the Bostonians in post-post-revolutionary war battles of the sexes!
But, since I'm an Audiobook Junkie, I'm even more excited about my soon to be released AUDIOBOOK, The Throwbacks, which is book 1 of the series!
I'll keep you posted on my new blog--which I think I'll re-name the Quip Block.
The Hot ShotsStephanie Queen
I just added a new release to my body of work (thinking body size of a pigmy).
THE HOT SHOTS is installment #2 in the romantic comedy suspense series, The Scotland Yard Exchange Program. I love mixing up the British with the Bostonians in post-post-revolutionary war battles of the sexes!
But, since I'm an Audiobook Junkie, I'm even more excited about my soon to be released AUDIOBOOK, The Throwbacks, which is book 1 of the series!
I'll keep you posted on my new blog--which I think I'll re-name the Quip Block.
The Hot ShotsStephanie Queen
The Writer Ghost & Myren the Chauffeur
Okay, I was going for a play on the oldie but goodie TV series/movie, The Ghost & Mrs. Muir, but unless you're of a certain age--not that I am--you would never get it.
Plus, well, Myren is not a romantic interest. He's barely an interest. More like a dysfunctional side-kick. Kind of like the painter in Murphy Brown. You know the guy she hired to paint her walls and he never left for three years--practically moved in with her just so he could paint the walls and she'd have someone to bounce things off besides her walls.
Well, there you have it. Me and Myren. I bounce things off Myren. He's the perennial hanger-on as chauffeur because I don't/can't/feel like it/bother to drive. (I'm joking of course--of course I can drive!)
(Don't tell Myren. We don't want him going into a depression.)
Maybe I should have titled this post: Myren Explained.
But then I'd have to come up with an explanation.
How about a few tidbits instead? Here they are--
TID-BITS ABOUT MYREN THE CHAUFFEUR:
He's good for an honest opinion on how I look in a hat.
He lets the cat in and out--mostly out.
He scrapes the cat's *gift* mice off the castle walkway
He shovels and drives, not necessarily in that order.
He eats my concoctions/tasty meals --when I feel in the mood to cook something up (I'm not sure why he does --he never seems to enjoy it--more like endures it as if it's his duty.)
He's very dutiful. Stoic. Humorless.
It's my daily challenge to make Myren crack a smile. If I watch closely I sometimes see a rise in one corner of his lip where a bit of tooth might show. I count this as a laugh. (I think he was secretly raised by Buckingham Palace guards after being left on the palace doorstep--this would explain a lot of things..)
Okay, so that's all about Myren the Chauffeur. As promised.
As for the writer ghost--I'm writing on deadline. So I turn into a person more resembling a ghost.
But don't worry, I'm still Stephanie Queen!
Plus, well, Myren is not a romantic interest. He's barely an interest. More like a dysfunctional side-kick. Kind of like the painter in Murphy Brown. You know the guy she hired to paint her walls and he never left for three years--practically moved in with her just so he could paint the walls and she'd have someone to bounce things off besides her walls.
Well, there you have it. Me and Myren. I bounce things off Myren. He's the perennial hanger-on as chauffeur because I don't/can't/feel like it/bother to drive. (I'm joking of course--of course I can drive!)
(Don't tell Myren. We don't want him going into a depression.)
Maybe I should have titled this post: Myren Explained.
But then I'd have to come up with an explanation.
How about a few tidbits instead? Here they are--
TID-BITS ABOUT MYREN THE CHAUFFEUR:
He's good for an honest opinion on how I look in a hat.
He lets the cat in and out--mostly out.
He scrapes the cat's *gift* mice off the castle walkway
He shovels and drives, not necessarily in that order.
He eats my concoctions/tasty meals --when I feel in the mood to cook something up (I'm not sure why he does --he never seems to enjoy it--more like endures it as if it's his duty.)
He's very dutiful. Stoic. Humorless.
It's my daily challenge to make Myren crack a smile. If I watch closely I sometimes see a rise in one corner of his lip where a bit of tooth might show. I count this as a laugh. (I think he was secretly raised by Buckingham Palace guards after being left on the palace doorstep--this would explain a lot of things..)
Okay, so that's all about Myren the Chauffeur. As promised.
As for the writer ghost--I'm writing on deadline. So I turn into a person more resembling a ghost.
But don't worry, I'm still Stephanie Queen!
Excerpt from the upcoming Beachcomber Heat novel
Hello Everyone,
Hope you're enjoying the spring and looking forward to summertime. I'm looking forward to the summer, hot weather and the beach.
And most of all - "beach reads"!
I have a novel set to be released in July and perfect for summertime reading: Beachcomber Heat .
I have an excerpt to tempt you. But if you want an even more tempting tidbit, visit me on my Facebook Stephanie Queen page or website Stephanie Queen for the video version of the reading!
Here's the Excerpt from Beachcomber Heat :
As she got out of the car Shana tossed the phone back into her bag and frowned at him. But this wasn’t her usual frown of general disapproval or annoyance, it was worry.
“What did your brother want?”
“Mum wants to come for a visit—here—at the end of the summer.”
“Cool. Problem?”
“Yes. They already booked the flight and I’ll have to find somewhere for them to stay.”
At least that meant Shana was staying until September.
“What’s the problem?”
“I’m not sure where they got the money for the flight—he gave me some story about winning a sweepstakes. Sounded fishy.”
It was a fishy story. Dane knew this because he was the fish in charge of the sweepstakes and her mother had been the only entrant.
“Don’t look a gift horse—”
“I’ll have to find a place of my own in the fall—something bigger than Mrs. Jones’s studio where I stayed last year—”
“Don’t go starting with that again. Your mother and brothers can all stay at the shack. Plenty of room. We’ll double up and—”
“Now don’t you go starting that again.”
“Let’s not have this discussion in the street.”
She pushed past him, and went inside. The whoosh of cold air was a relief from the heat, but not as much a relief as ending that line of discussion. Dane had until September to convince her to stay with him. He had until September to convince himself he could handle her staying with him.
Emma assaulted them, sweeping Shana into a French hug and kiss—distant and for show—and they disappeared into the recesses of the shop. Dane wandered in the direction of the dressing room to have a seat and watch his favorite show—Shana parading for him in sexy dresses—when he bumped into a petite, dark-haired woman.
He was not a clumsy person and not unaware of his surroundings, which meant that the woman had purposely taken him by surprise and run into him with a goal in mind. She looked up and he saw brown eyes swimming in mirth.
With a flirty French accent, she said, “I was wondering when I might run into you.”
More to come soon!
Thank you for reading,
Stephanie Queen
Hope you're enjoying the spring and looking forward to summertime. I'm looking forward to the summer, hot weather and the beach.
And most of all - "beach reads"!
I have a novel set to be released in July and perfect for summertime reading: Beachcomber Heat .
I have an excerpt to tempt you. But if you want an even more tempting tidbit, visit me on my Facebook Stephanie Queen page or website Stephanie Queen for the video version of the reading!
Here's the Excerpt from Beachcomber Heat :
As she got out of the car Shana tossed the phone back into her bag and frowned at him. But this wasn’t her usual frown of general disapproval or annoyance, it was worry.
“What did your brother want?”
“Mum wants to come for a visit—here—at the end of the summer.”
“Cool. Problem?”
“Yes. They already booked the flight and I’ll have to find somewhere for them to stay.”
At least that meant Shana was staying until September.
“What’s the problem?”
“I’m not sure where they got the money for the flight—he gave me some story about winning a sweepstakes. Sounded fishy.”
It was a fishy story. Dane knew this because he was the fish in charge of the sweepstakes and her mother had been the only entrant.
“Don’t look a gift horse—”
“I’ll have to find a place of my own in the fall—something bigger than Mrs. Jones’s studio where I stayed last year—”
“Don’t go starting with that again. Your mother and brothers can all stay at the shack. Plenty of room. We’ll double up and—”
“Now don’t you go starting that again.”
“Let’s not have this discussion in the street.”
She pushed past him, and went inside. The whoosh of cold air was a relief from the heat, but not as much a relief as ending that line of discussion. Dane had until September to convince her to stay with him. He had until September to convince himself he could handle her staying with him.
Emma assaulted them, sweeping Shana into a French hug and kiss—distant and for show—and they disappeared into the recesses of the shop. Dane wandered in the direction of the dressing room to have a seat and watch his favorite show—Shana parading for him in sexy dresses—when he bumped into a petite, dark-haired woman.
He was not a clumsy person and not unaware of his surroundings, which meant that the woman had purposely taken him by surprise and run into him with a goal in mind. She looked up and he saw brown eyes swimming in mirth.
With a flirty French accent, she said, “I was wondering when I might run into you.”
More to come soon!
Thank you for reading,
Stephanie Queen
Playlist for Reading (and writing!) Big Man on Campus
Writing
Big Man on Campus
was an emotion packed journey and it was truly inspired and enhanced by listening to some kick-a$$ music.
To really sink into the emotions and let them have their way with you, make you feel like you are living in the characters' skins, I highly recommend you listen to these songs while you read-- before and after too!
The Big Man on Campus Playlist:
Believer, Imagine Dragons
Demons, Imagine Dragons
The Boxer, Simon & Garfunkel
Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons
Fix You, Fearless Soul
Conversations in the Dark, John Legend
I Am Yours, Andy Grammer
Big Man on Campus
To really sink into the emotions and let them have their way with you, make you feel like you are living in the characters' skins, I highly recommend you listen to these songs while you read-- before and after too!
The Big Man on Campus Playlist:
Believer, Imagine Dragons
Demons, Imagine Dragons
The Boxer, Simon & Garfunkel
Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons
Fix You, Fearless Soul
Conversations in the Dark, John Legend
I Am Yours, Andy Grammer
Big Man on Campus
