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At a cocktail party over the holidays, I finally ‘fessed up to writing contemporary romance novels. The reaction was mixed, some snickered, politely of course, while others gushed over my glamorous new career. Glamorous indeed. I love what I do, but I’m quite certain that actuaries, pig farmers, and the young clerk at the bagel shop have more glamour in their workday than I do. But I’ll let you be the judge.
After taking my dogs out for an early morning walk, and making us all some breakfast, I stroll across the kitchen with a large mug of coffee to my office that overlooks the woods. I spend the first hour on administrative tasks, marketing, responding to emails and catching up on social media—before I even get out of bed, I look through my mini Ipad to determine how many emails need to be answered and how much activity has happened on social media while I slept. Although I enjoy connecting on social media, Facebook can derail the best-laid plans if I’m not careful.
Between 8:30 and 9:00 I pull up or pull out whatever manuscript I’m working on. Some days are pure writing days, on other days, I also edit or do a little research. I begin by reading back what I wrote the previous day. Usually I change just a word or two, but at other times, I attack like a rabid dog, tearing every sentence to shreds. When I’m satisfied, I put my fingers to the keyboard and click away.
On a good day, the words flow effortlessly from my brain to the page, sometimes coming so quickly that my fingers can’t keep up. And other days, my brain is a swamp and the clever ideas are stuck in murky sludge. On those days, I have trouble resisting the endless distractions, the dogs nudging me for attention, the woodland animals playing in the backyard, a phone call from one of my kids or from a friend, and social media beckoning. Fortunately this doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, I walk away from my desk and do something else. Something productive that might or might not have to do with writing books. This rarely gets the juices flowing, but it does prevent me from becoming too frustrated, and stressed-out. The feeling is akin to lying awake at three in the morning, knowing you have a full day ahead of you. The more you try to sleep the more sleep evades you, until you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy. There’s nothing good about it.
About 4:00, I take the dogs out for a long walk, and then catch up on emails, do any leftover administrative work, surf the web for motivational quotes, interesting stories, or funny memes to post on Facebook—sometimes I make my own. This is also the time when I might run to the post office to mail books, throw in a load of laundry, or grocery shop. But on some days, my characters are so animated that they pull me back to the computer after my walk, and I write until dinner.
In the evening I read mostly for pleasure, often in my genre. I spend at least fifteen minutes before bed doing some small exercise to improve my skills, reviewing a list of synonyms for the word look, completing a tutorial on comma placement, reading an article on deep POV. Although these might seem like tedious activities, they’re necessary to perfecting the craft.
I follow this routine six days a week. I take one full day off per week to visit my mom, but I do spend the commuting time lost in the world of my characters. On the weekends, I start my day a little later and end earlier, so that I can spend some time with my husband.
I feel very fortunate to be able to spend my days writing, and I’ve met many wonderful readers, authors, bloggers, and industry professionals on my journey. But glamour? It only exists on the pages of my books.
Prepare to fall in love with the Claytons and Harringtons and their rich Portuguese heritage. A Wedding at Meadows Shore is the first book in the series. In it, you’ll meet the family and visit their beloved Meadows Shore nestled along the moody Atlantic in the charming seaside town of Fair Harbor.
It all begins with Sophie’s story, where she discards the past and learns to trust herself and others. The series follows the lives of her sisters and cousins while they, too, sort through their baggage and fall in love. Travel with them on their romantic journeys, stopping in rural Minnesota, New Orleans, and other enchanted places along the way.
They are wealthy and powerful, but suffer pain and loss much like the rest of us. Even great privilege can’t shield them from those experiences. But despite their wealth and power, I think you’ll find them approachable and down-to-earth—or as Cole Harrington would say: “We put our pants on one leg at a time, same as everybody else.”
There’s an old Portuguese adage, “the rooster crows loudly, but it’s the hen who’s in charge.” And so it is with the Claytons and Harringtons: strong women, alpha males, and of course, Avó Angelina, the family matriarch who keeps them all on their best behavior.
Bem vindo à família, Welcome to the family!
Enjoy an Excerpt from A Wedding at Meadows Shore:
His voice took on a husky, seductive quality. “The women I date aren’t interested in my body, Sophie. What interests them is how I pleasure their bodies.”
She stared deep into his icy blue eyes and snickered.
Max never missed even the smallest of details. They were often the difference between success and getting your hat handed to you. Tonight, he noticed Sophie’s eyes betray her, even as she mocked him. Her pupils were dilated, the rich, whiskey-colored irises nearly overtaken by black. I have her attention.
Embolden by her body’s reaction, he took a step closer. He was so close that if she’d been breathing, her breath would’ve warmed his skin. “I can bring much more to your bed than my father does. So…much…more…” He drew out the words, emphasizing each in a voice that oozed sex. “And though I’m not an easy man to impress, I’m sure you’d have no trouble persuading me to finance your agency. None at all,” he drawled.
Neither of them spoke for a long moment, maybe two. The air was charged. The silence dangled between them like a ripe peach, fragrant and swollen, tempting the weakest among them to reach for it first.
“What do you think?” he asked softly, ending the silence.
While waiting for her response, a calculated kind of wait, he resisted the urge to lift his hand and run his fingers through the strands of hair that’d come loose, softly framing her face.
“I think you really are an ass.”
With that, she turned and walked away. Leaving him to gape at her magnificent back.
About the Author:
Eva Charles is the author of the multi-titled Meadows Shore Series chronicling the lives and loves of the Clayton-Harrington family. She invites you to visit their beloved Meadows Shore, nestled in the charming seaside town of Fair Harbor, where you’ll enjoy love, laughter, loyalty, and an abundance of mouth-watering food, Portuguese style.
After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkeys, deer, and coyotes roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale.
When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.