Egg-cerpt from Kathy Reinhart

Kathy Reinhart, author of LilyWhite Lies
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Blurb:Meg Embry has finally faced up to the fact that the shinehas worn off her engagement ring, her family members are the equivalent ofcomfortable strangers and her dreams are running faster than she is. Change isimminent, but where does she begin?With the support of her two closest friends, one who'll makeher laugh and one who'll let her cry, Meg faces life head on and learns thatsometimes, love, family and betrayal are bound together by lily white lies.Excerpt:I bit down on my lip as the door handle slowly turned. Thedoor opened and a big-bosomed woman in a simple gray dress squealed withdelight. "Connor, my boy. Come here and give me a hug. Why do you wait so longbetween visits?"Con wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, giving herwhat she requested. Turning to me, he said, "Meg, this is Ivory…" the affectionin his eyes was apparent as he continued, "She's been like a second mother tome and the only person—other than my grandmother—who could put up with Jokerfor any length of time."Ivory let out a belly laugh. "The ornery one. Yes, well,he's an acquired taste." She extended her hand. "Ivory Steck, I'm thehousekeeper here, and you are?"Taking her hand, I replied, "Meg. Meg Embry.""Embry?" Turning her attention to Con, she asked, "Is yourgrandfather expecting you… better yet, is your grandfather expecting her?"Offering a mischievous smile, Con answered, "I thought we'dsurprise him."Ivory shook her head and motioned us in. "Oh, you will. Theman's over seventy-years-old, you may just be dishing up his last surprise."I found her remark disturbing and turned to Con forreassurance. He smiled and shook his head at Ivory."Mom used to say there wasn't enough arsenic in the world tokill him off so I wouldn't worry about this fazing him."Ivory let out another full belly laugh causing her largechest to vibrate, and then led us from the foyer, down a long hall.The house was enormous with pressed tin ceilings that had tobe at least twelve feet high, an open staircase that was a solid sex feet wideand plank flooring covered with enough lacquer to reflect the light thatstreamed through the floor to ceiling windows. Carved in intricate detail, thewoodwork was commonplace in a house built over a century ago. Antique furniturefilled every corner of every room and framed artwork hung on the walls.The hallway ended at a set of French doors, the glass panescovered by white lace curtains. Ivory stopped I n front of the doors, turnedtoward us, and said, "Good luck," as she knocked twice.I heard, "What is it?" barked out from behind the door.Ivory appeared unaffected by his rudeness. "Your grandson ishere to visit. Shall I send him in?""Grandson? It's been so damn long since I've seen the boy; Ialmost forgot I had one. Yeah, get him on in here."Ivory opened the door, offering a sympathetic smile.Con patted her arm and whispered, "Don't worry Ivory. I'llget her out before he hurts her."I felt my breath catch in my throat. What had I gotten myselfin to? I looked up in time to catch Con wink at Ivory and let out the breathI'd been holding.About the author:Kathy Reinhart, restauranteur turned authorof 3 novels, including the award-winning 'Lily White Lies' lives insouthern Pennsylvania where aside from writing, she enjoys interacting withother authors on her blog 'Ink Drop Interviews', cooking, horses, travel, butmost of all, spending time with her granddaughters, Joonie & the LittleOne.Visit Kathy atBlog: www.inkdropinterviews.comAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lily-White-Lies-Kathy-Reinhart/dp/0971327882/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328492163&sr=8-1Website: www.kathyreinhart.com (Under 'heavy' construction)
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