Sharon Donovan, an extremely talented, and inspirational person, passed away in April. She spoke and told us where her story was. The terrific editor, Lori Graham, took publishing her Novella, as a personal must complete goal. You couldn't know Sharon, without loving her. She was that kind of soul.
I didn't know what I was going to say today. When I think of Sharon, it just comes, and I knew it would hit me. Today it did.
I was approving the final of some bookmarks and post cards I'd ordered. And I realized Iforgot a few things.
One was a link, I wanted to add her tag line for the book,
Santa Must Die!
Sounds horrid eh. Well, obviously it's not the real Santa that Sharon decided to kill. That's all I'm saying.
So I go to the printer, a local one. I like to make changes and approve and I like to use local business's. I'm standing behind the counter speaking to a guy in his early forties. He suggests a place to put the QR code. I thought it a good idea, since it's not in print.
Just before I finish, I say, "Oh, you have to add the tag line." I point to where I want it.
He holds his pen in hand. "What is it."
I say with a big smile, "Santa Must Die!"
All was quiet for a moment and then I heard this terrible scream. "Murderer! Dad! Don't let her kill Santa!!!"
I of course, could not hold back my laughter.
I watched the corners of the young salesman's lips raise as he tried not to chuckle.
Then this pint sized miniature of the salesman pops his head around a corner. His eyes like giant cheerios. "Lady, you have to leave. My Dad ain't gonna do no papers for a Santa murderer." His sincerity only made me want to laugh louder. But, Dad, raised one eyebrow. So, I whispered to call me when the promo stuff was ready. And when he does, I'm gonna tell him to make sure his mini me wasn't there. I don't wanna be the one who kills Christmas...
Sharon called us the Golden Girls and when I'd ask who I was, she'd just laugh. She also thought nothing of throwing my boobs to the whales, so they could bouncein the air, when she joked on the Author Roast and Toast blog.
So considering her sense of humor, I figure she played a joke on me today! That little boy is never there according to his father. Sharon, you got me! Thanks for the chuckle!
This is what Hywela Lyn had to say...The third Golden Girl-
I first met Sharon when I read an interview
where she mentioned how she'd turned to writing after she lost her sight. I was
so full of admiration for this brave, determined woman and had to drop her a
note. She answered my email straight away and we started corresponding and
soon formed a lasting and loving friendship.The day she came out of hospital
after her first heart surgery, she telephoned me to wish me a Happy
Birthday. I am so glad I got to hear her voice through our telephone
conversations. Her smile reached right down the telephone line.
Even while she was recuperating from the surgery,
she carried on writing, and her first story starring Oliver 'Charade Of Hearts'
received the Honour of the Preditor & Editor's award in January this
year.
When Mary and I visited her family in May, we were
thrilled to find the MS for 'Kiss Of Death' on her computer. I'm so glad
her lovely editor, Lori, was able to get 'Kiss Of Death' ready for its Christmas
release. I know her readers will love this second adventure with Oliver. Her
spirit lives on through her books, full of suspense and vivid
description. Sharon will never be forgotten!
Excerpt:
He flashed his badge and offered a cheeky smile.
“Detective Oliver SharonĂ©, New Orleans P.D.,
Homicide. Are you Camille Lafayette?”
Lulled by the patois of Cajun French in his voice,
Camille just stood there, mouth agape. Now that she
could clearly see him, he had the most dazzling smile
she’d ever seen.
“Ma’am?”
His lyrical voice was music to her ears. A rush of
hormones surged through her, leaving her weak in the
knees. Feeling a burning gush of desire, she forced
herself to nod, running her tongue through a very dry
mouth and pushing out the words. “Yes, I’m Camille
Lafayette. Is there a problem, Detective?”
Thunder and lightning crashed and collided, wilder
and wilder, echoing the primitive beat of her heart.
Silhouetted by roiling thunderclouds, Detective Oliver
Sharoné looked like a dark and dangerous warrior.
Dizzy and lightheaded, feeling drunk with emotion,
Camille was as highly charged as the electrical storm.
“May I come in for a moment, Ms. Lafayette? I
would like to ask you a few questions in regard to a
murder I’m investigating.”
Camille’s breath caught in her throat. A bolt of
panic surged through her. Shaken by the impact, she
stammered for words and said nothing. Her pulse
fluttered wildly in the hollow of her throat. This sexy
cop was about to turn her world upside down.
Sharon loved masks and New Orleans. She collected the masks and love to wear them. She also loved Oliver, and he will always love her. The perfect man, and she created him.
We miss you Sharon! You will always be in our hearts. Mary and Lyn...
ISBN# 978-1-61217-682-6 Digital
Santa Must Die.
The words in Camille Lafayette’s dream are a chilling
prelude of events to come. She sees herself as the killer, and when the murder
is actually committed, she becomes the prime suspect.
When handsome Detective Oliver Sharone turns up at her New
Orleans family home, he is searching for answers. The evidence against her
seems damning. An image captured on the victim’s camera resembles Camille, and
the red feather mask worn by the murderer came from her shop.
The instant chemistry between Camille and Oliver is an added
complication, which grows deeper as they work together to discover the truth.
It becomes a race against time to find the real murderer before he not only
loses his heart completely, but the killer strikes again. And this time the
victim could be Camille herself.
Links
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