Finding The Setting
I'm so pleased to have as my guest today Babette James, who writes contemporary romances. She's talking today about how the setting for your book is as important as the characters, regardless of the genre in which you are writing. So, without further ado, I'm turning the floor over to Babette.
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The other stories I have in the works for my River series also grew out of that scenic desert setting.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>Summertime Dream</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> began with a setting, as well, but in a very different way. I’ve never been to Falk’s Bend. The town and Falk House can’t be found on any map outside of my imagination. Originally, I planned to write a short story around a Fourth of July picnic, something very sentimental and traditional, and a story that had absolutely nothing to do with Lake Mohave or my River series. I didn’t even know in which state I was building my fictional town. I simply had in mind a very green, steamy hot July 4<sup>th</sup> day at a picnic ground in a town park. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This time, there was no wandering off into pages of simple setting. The viewpoint of the heroine that would be Margie was already in the scene, frustrated and yearning for change, yet loving her small town traditions. Then my hero walked into the scene and I discovered that he was in town because he’d unexpectedly inherited a house. At that stage, my hero and I both were thinking some sort of old, but ordinary house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ordinary was not the word for the house my imagination concocted: a grandly decrepit old white elephant of a mansion. After the real locations I used in <i>Clear As Day</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, drafting away in a fictional setting was unsettling. A confusing feeling, considering all the world building I’ve been doing for my fantasy stories, where crafting fictional places was perfectly normal. Stuck on the need for “realness” I began to research. Looking for visuals of the house led me to the lovely old Second Empire style Heck-Anderson house in Raleigh, South Carolina, which is very close to the house I first imagined. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2oC9Pi29AI..." imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2oC9Pi29AI..." width="132" /></a></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">From that point on, the details of Falk’s Bend became easier. I finally settled my little town in the state of Missouri because of its many rivers, a great location for a hero with a hobby of fishing, and because its rural areas and history felt so opposite of Christopher’s life in Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, while most Swedish emigrants settled in the upper Midwest, Missouri felt like a place where Christopher’s enterprising ancestor might choose to build a community and his fortunes. I ended up having a wonderful time writing the settings in <i>Summertime Dream,</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> and the house became almost as much a character in the story as my hero and heroine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">If you are a writer, how do you go about choosing a setting for your stories? If you are a reader, do you prefer settings that you could actually visit or places of the imagination?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Blurb:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Margie touched his shoulder and had him turn away from the mess to focus on the view toward the river.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Here the picturesque natural beauty of the property began: the land sloped gently down past the ancient summer house and purple martin houses to the reedy pond where a duck flew in and landed with a quack, and stretched on through weedy tangles of wild blackberry and rogue saplings to the ancient apple and plum trees sagging with unripe fruit, and beyond to the river invisible in the distance, marking where the Engberg’s farm began on the far bank.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Appreciation softened his tense face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Beautiful, isn’t it? I fell so in love with this place when I was little and dreamed I’d live in a house like this someday.” Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><i>You need a change</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">No, oh, no. Blowing out a unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thinking faded as feeling soared. His gentle touch sweet and fascinating, his lips warm and firm played over hers, unhurried in his caresses and enticing brushes. He laced his fingers into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He tenderly nipped her lip and licked at her mouth, inviting her rather than taking.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">She sighed, delighting in this lovely, reckless rush. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forget that they had just met. She<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>could</i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">want again.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Gripping his shoulder, she accepted the heady invitation, and the kiss deepened into perfect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Come fall in love at the river:</i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Summertime Dream</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">is available on Amazon: http://viewBook.at/SummertimeDream<... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>“Summertime Dream is a perfect glass of Lemonade on a hot day. Simple, elegant and beautifully written. I enjoyed each scene. Loved the chemistry between the characters and the house. Great story!” ~ Deborah Diez</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Clear As Day</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, (</span><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho"; font-size: 12.0pt;">★★★★</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">½ RT Book Reviews, </span><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho"; font-size: 12.0pt;">★★★★★</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Top Pick The Romance Reviews) is available at:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amazon: http://viewbook.at/ClearAsDay</spa... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Wild Rose Press: <a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/mai... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">And at all other eBook retailers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Babette James writes sweetly scorching contemporary romance and loves reading nail-biting tales with a satisfying happily ever after. 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The other stories I have in the works for my River series also grew out of that scenic desert setting.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>Summertime Dream</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> began with a setting, as well, but in a very different way. I’ve never been to Falk’s Bend. The town and Falk House can’t be found on any map outside of my imagination. Originally, I planned to write a short story around a Fourth of July picnic, something very sentimental and traditional, and a story that had absolutely nothing to do with Lake Mohave or my River series. I didn’t even know in which state I was building my fictional town. I simply had in mind a very green, steamy hot July 4<sup>th</sup> day at a picnic ground in a town park. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This time, there was no wandering off into pages of simple setting. The viewpoint of the heroine that would be Margie was already in the scene, frustrated and yearning for change, yet loving her small town traditions. Then my hero walked into the scene and I discovered that he was in town because he’d unexpectedly inherited a house. At that stage, my hero and I both were thinking some sort of old, but ordinary house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ordinary was not the word for the house my imagination concocted: a grandly decrepit old white elephant of a mansion. After the real locations I used in <i>Clear As Day</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, drafting away in a fictional setting was unsettling. A confusing feeling, considering all the world building I’ve been doing for my fantasy stories, where crafting fictional places was perfectly normal. Stuck on the need for “realness” I began to research. Looking for visuals of the house led me to the lovely old Second Empire style Heck-Anderson house in Raleigh, South Carolina, which is very close to the house I first imagined. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2oC9Pi29AI..." imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2oC9Pi29AI..." width="132" /></a></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">From that point on, the details of Falk’s Bend became easier. I finally settled my little town in the state of Missouri because of its many rivers, a great location for a hero with a hobby of fishing, and because its rural areas and history felt so opposite of Christopher’s life in Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, while most Swedish emigrants settled in the upper Midwest, Missouri felt like a place where Christopher’s enterprising ancestor might choose to build a community and his fortunes. I ended up having a wonderful time writing the settings in <i>Summertime Dream,</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> and the house became almost as much a character in the story as my hero and heroine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">If you are a writer, how do you go about choosing a setting for your stories? If you are a reader, do you prefer settings that you could actually visit or places of the imagination?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Blurb:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Margie touched his shoulder and had him turn away from the mess to focus on the view toward the river.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Here the picturesque natural beauty of the property began: the land sloped gently down past the ancient summer house and purple martin houses to the reedy pond where a duck flew in and landed with a quack, and stretched on through weedy tangles of wild blackberry and rogue saplings to the ancient apple and plum trees sagging with unripe fruit, and beyond to the river invisible in the distance, marking where the Engberg’s farm began on the far bank.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Appreciation softened his tense face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Beautiful, isn’t it? I fell so in love with this place when I was little and dreamed I’d live in a house like this someday.” Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><i>You need a change</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">No, oh, no. Blowing out a unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thinking faded as feeling soared. His gentle touch sweet and fascinating, his lips warm and firm played over hers, unhurried in his caresses and enticing brushes. He laced his fingers into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He tenderly nipped her lip and licked at her mouth, inviting her rather than taking.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">She sighed, delighting in this lovely, reckless rush. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forget that they had just met. She<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>could</i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">want again.</span></div><div style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Gripping his shoulder, she accepted the heady invitation, and the kiss deepened into perfect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Come fall in love at the river:</i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Summertime Dream</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">is available on Amazon: http://viewBook.at/SummertimeDream<... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>“Summertime Dream is a perfect glass of Lemonade on a hot day. Simple, elegant and beautifully written. I enjoyed each scene. Loved the chemistry between the characters and the house. Great story!” ~ Deborah Diez</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><i>Clear As Day</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, (</span><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho"; font-size: 12.0pt;">★★★★</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">½ RT Book Reviews, </span><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho"; font-size: 12.0pt;">★★★★★</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Top Pick The Romance Reviews) is available at:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amazon: http://viewbook.at/ClearAsDay</spa... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Wild Rose Press: <a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/mai... class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">And at all other eBook retailers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Babette James writes sweetly scorching contemporary romance and loves reading nail-biting tales with a satisfying happily ever after. 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