Sneak Peek Sunday

Here is the next Sneak Peek at my WIP, a New Adult sweet contemporary romance…Naomi has just bumped into Seth when she’s coming back to her old hometown to run the satellite office of her parents’ detective agency. She also wants to do some detective work for herself…

“Naomi?” Andy Berman, Seth’s lanky, brown-haired best friend, asked. Andy had let his hair grow. It was almost shoulder-length, and he had a goatee. Somehow, the long hair and goatee suited him, especially since he also played the guitar in Seth’s band.
She shrugged. “Yes. It’s me.” She knew she’d lost weight. She didn’t know what her parents would think about her dyeing her black hair blonde. She wondered what Andy and Seth felt about the girl they’d once made fun of. Well, she wasn’t a chubby sixth grade girl who had a pet turtle anymore. She was a woman with plans. Not only was she here to run the satellite office of the Schwartz Detective Agency, she wanted to do some investigating of her own.
“Naomi,” Seth said, his deep voice like a hot cup of coffee on an ice cold Maine afternoon. “What are you doing back in Morganville?”
Oh, yeah, Naomi thought. They’d changed the name of the town from Mensocket to Morganville, in honor of the founding of the place. “My parents insisted that I come back for some R and R.”
“Can we drop you off somewhere?” Andy asked, smiling that charming smile of his.
“I was going to take a cab.”
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Sneak Peek Sunday

I’m trying to finish my holiday novella, “Tasteless Holidays.” Would love some feedback on this sneak peek, and to that end, the first person to make a meaningful comment will receive a $5 Amazon Gift Card. This is a scene I pictured when I started writing the novella, but it’s not quite going the way I planned…

Epilogue
Christmas Eve—six months later
Lorrie took in the scent of pine from the Christmas trees in the hallway of the church near the house she shared with Scotty. She held little Betsy in her arms, running her hands over her daughter’s thick brown hair and treasured every moment with her.
Things weren’t exactly going the way she’d thought they would. Lorrie had always hoped to open her own beauty shop, but she still wasn’t back to work at Wellstone. It was hard to open a business when she hadn’t made any money except unemployment compensation. Scotty hadn’t been called back to work for Judge Sherman either, so he’d taken a lot of different jobs like taking inventory or answering the phone and filling orders at Reese’s T-shirt business.
“Ladies and gentlemen…” Reverend Dellinger intoned, in a solemn voice. “Please open your Christmas hymnbooks to page 17, and join in singing ‘Silent Night.’”
That wasn’t one of Lorrie’s favorite songs mostly because her dear brother had teased her about her misheard song lyrics for all thirty-seven years of her life. Jay, seated to Lorrie’s right in the pew, was dressed in a blue suit and a white shirt and tasteful Christmas tie decorated with embroidered presents on it. Reese sat next to him, clad in black slacks and a red sequined sweater that glimmered when she moved. Looking out the stained glass windows, Lorrie saw a light dusting of snow falling outside. Perfect, she thought, though things weren’t perfect…exactly. Everyone joined the reverend in singing “Silent Night,” but Jay started to sing the words she’d always thought people were singing for years—“run young virgin.”
Lorrie had an attack of the giggles. Everyone in the church suddenly became silent. Oh, great…she was a walking, talking sitcom. Wasn’t it bad enough that she’d gone into labor in Jay’s cab? She wished she could stop the laughing tornado, but her brother cracked her up—even when he was being a dork. Scotty looked at her and grinned widely, a twinkle in his blue eyes.
That did her in altogether. Carrying the baby carrier with Betsy in tow, Lorrie walked into the hallway, still laughing. “Your Uncle Jay is…” she laughed again. “so funny. I’m sorry, Betsy. I’m not being a very good role model, but it’s your uncle’s fault.”

Thanks in advance for your feedback.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad

Wow– I haven’t posted since May 12th –sorry– I freaked out over all the crazy stuff that’s been happening and in the middle of it all–I went back to work.

I would like to salute my dad, Charles Goldberg (Charlie) on Father’s Day. He was born on Feb 27, 1920, in Cincinnati and grew up in the Price Hill area. Right now, I’m having trouble locating his birth certificate. I just found out that in high school, he worked on the school paper. I always wondered where I got my writing ability and now I know. He was a medic in World War II, and I found pictures and newsletters from his army unit. He was a liberator of the concentration camps in Germany–a hero.

In his yearbook, his description was “still waters run deep.” My mom always added “and muddy on the bottom.” He met my mom at a wedding, and they were married January 2, 1949. The best day of their life was when I was born–not. My dad is quiet, but he’s funny and has some great stories to tell.

As I sit here typing this, I’m listening to Leiber & Stoller’s song “Neighborhood.” There are so many good memories from their house on Sunnybrook Drive (in the neighborhood of Roselawn) –of him coming home with a talking doll that I wanted, trying to hide the box so I wouldn’t see it. I remember making “commercials” on an old reel-to-reel tape recorder, and my dad was in some of them. He also did a great imitation of Nelson Rockefeller. Then there was the first date I had with my boyfriend (later to be husband) who had a friend in elementary school named Charlie Goldberg.

Happy Father’s Day!

Nancy Goldberg Levine is the author of “Mr. Short, Dark…& Funny,” “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless,” “Sweeter Than W(h)ine” and “Three Strikes–You’re in Love”, a short story collection. She is working on a sequel to “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless,” as well as a sequel to her first romance novel, “Tempting Jonah.” Her e-books are available on Amazon.com