Tuesday, February 21, 2017


Hi Everyone!!
I have NEWS!! Today is an exciting time for me. I submitted the last run of edits--the galleys-- to my editor on my new romantic suspense novel, The Eyewitness. It seems like I have been talking about this book forever. I guess I have. But it's no longer just my book. It has now gone into Simon and Schuster's production process and will be released into the world for all to read in one month, March 20th!! 

Here it is, the book that kept me going through a very tough time in my life. But that's so 2016. Today, only positive vibes.
Drum roll please....
The Cover Reveal for The Eyewitness 

by Nancy C. Weeks

The Eyewitness is up for pre-order:

Blurb for The Eyewitness

Fans of TV’s Blue Bloods will love this dynamic new suspense series.
Maryland PD forensic scientist Emersyn D’Azzo has an explosive past with her father’s younger, sexy partner, Detective Alec Pearce. Then an ill-timed kiss destroys the thin line of trust between her and her dad, just before tragedy strikes and someone guns down her father.
The fatal bullet turns out to be tied to the ongoing spree of random sniper kills across the state, but Emersyn knows this wasn’t a random act of violence and is determined to find the killer. 
To do so, she’ll need to rely on help from Alec, whom she doesn’t quite trust but just can’t resist. When they discover a connection to a decades-old disappearance of a college student, their investigation takes a deadly twist. Can they learn to trust each other with their hearts to save their lives?

Readers are already talking about the The Eyewitness. 

From Goodreads:

"This is an intense story, heavy on the suspense and the romance. Emersyn and Alec are circling each other for the entire book, each with strong personalities and past issues with trust and forgiveness. And even when they start to come together, to give into the chemistry, Weeks does an excellent job at keeping them true to their characters and personalities. She set the stage for their back-and-forth on the first page and it never let up. As they tracked down clues and secrets and tried to figure out who the sniper is, Weeks managed to keep me on the edge of my seat trying to sort it out with them. I can't wait for Tessa and Nathan's stories! 

I was given a free ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review."
Stay tune to next week. I have Chapter One ready to give you a taste of what you can expect from this exciting romantic suspense. If anyone is interested in receiving an Advance Reader Copy [ARC] for an honest review, please email me at nancy@nancycweeks.com. 

Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks

Thursday, February 16, 2017


Happy Thursday, Everyone!!

I hope your week is going well. Today, I'm showcasing my dear friend, Ingrid Hahn's new release, the second book in her Landon Sister's series, Covet a Lady's Heart. Ingrid made her debut appearance on my blog almost a year ago. You can find her amazing interview HERE if you missed it. 

Covet a Lady's Heart is available to the world in only 4 days! In the meantime, here is a short blurb and excerpt. 

Covet a Lady's Heart (The Landon Sisters)
Release Date: February 20, 2017

After a lifetime of rakish behavior, Lord Maxfeld must pretend he’s reformed and find a fake wife. And there is nobody more suitable than Lady Phoebe. Trouble is, Phoebe will not agree to a false engagement and leaves Max no option but to blackmail her into agreeing to his scheme. 
Phoebe will go to great lengths to avoid anything remotely dishonorable and blackmails Max right back—directly to the altar. Once married, though, Phoebe wants more than just Max’s ring—she wants his heart, something he can never give....

Excerpt to Covet a Lady's Heart:

“My dear ladies.” Max bowed before Lady Bennington and Lady Phoebe, rattling off a flattering nicety. First, he paid consequence to the mother. Then to the daughter. “I’m so pleased to see you both here tonight and looking so well, too. London must agree with you.” 

Whichever blind clod had suggested Lady Phoebe was the plainest of the Landon girls had eminently poor taste in women. She shone from the rest—from all the other women around her. Max had no time or patience for delicate beauties, and Lady Phoebe was no delicate beauty. 

But she was a beauty, no mistake. There would be no ts or fainting from this one, oh no. She was bright and lovely, her hair a dark shade, earthy and rich. She had coffee-colored eyes, a decisive nose, and lips that could curl into the most devious smile—the sort that set him instantly adrift into deliciously sinful thoughts. 

Where you can find more about Ingrid Hahn:

So that's it for today. Have a wonderful weekend, and is always, I hope you find time to relax and read a good book.

Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks

Monday, January 30, 2017


Happy Monday, Everyone!!

I have been struggling with finding just the right title for my new romantic suspense that will be released on March 20, 2017. With the help of my wonderful editor, I finally have a title that I just love.

Drumroll please....

Emersyn D'Azzo and Alec Pearce's journey toward their happy-ever-after will be called ...

The Eyewitness

I'm so happy that we finally settled on a title and it fits the story so perfectly. I actually have a fantastic new cover to share with you. The holdup---I want to be able to give you a blurb as well as an excerpt. I am still in the editing processing, expecting a copy edits to appear in my inbox today. Look for a wonderful cover reveal in about two weeks.

You might have noticed on my right sidebar that I have a new icon that looks like this:

My publisher, Crimson Romance, is having their yearly Valentine sale. They have placed all my single digital novels on sale for a $1.99! 

My Shadows series are in bundles, but this is an opportunity to purchase Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales, the fairy tale anthology for this amazing discounted price. His One Wish, Aiden Cooper and Jazlin Morgan happy-ever-after, is the fourth book of this adorable collection. 

Blurb for Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales

What if Cinderella ditched the prince's ball and sent her fairy godmother to find love in her place?

Suppose a streetwise hero hired to steal an all-powerful Genie (stuck in a flash drive rather than a brass lamp) for a tech company ended up running for his life with the CEO's gorgeous, intelligent daughter?

Or what if the bed that a certain golden-tressed girl accidentally napped in belonged to the hot and famous middle brother of a notorious boy band?

Can you envision the sparks that might fly if a bitter and downright beastly wheelchair-bound woman propositioned a handsome bookseller to stay with her in exchange for her rare book collection?

This spellbinding anthology features modern and sexy spins on four classic fairy tales that will enchant you by Jennifer DeCuir, Stephanie Cage, Andrea R. Cooper, and Nancy C. Weeks.


And finally, I want to announce a new private Facebook page that I have created called Nancy's Corner. This new page is for all my readers to have a more personal interaction with me. I'm still working out the kinks, but please be patient with me. It will be published in the next day or so.

So that's it for today. Have a wonderful week, and is always, I hope you find time to relax and read a good book.

Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks

Monday, January 9, 2017


Happy New Year, Everyone!

It is a brand new year and I have fantastic news to share. Right after Christmas, the fifth day of Christmas to be exact [Five Golden Rings], I received that wonderful email I have been eagerly waiting for from my publisher, Crimson Romance, new imprint of Simon and Schuster. They picked up my new romantic suspense novel, Emersyn D'Azzo and Alec Pearce's happy-ever-after and it will released March 20, 2017! 

I'm sorry I can't give you a title. I'm having trouble finding the title that fits this complex new story. CR wasn't crazy about the title I chose either, so back to my think tank. I may be begging for my readers' help by next week if I can't come up with something soon. 

But I have bigger problems to deal with this morning. Everything is happening so fast. My amazing, book whisperer editor, Julie Sturgeon, has gone through my manuscript with her incredible eye and sent me the developmental edits two days ago. 

You might be thinking, more edits? Didn't you just do that? Yeah, I did. If you missed that discussion, you can find it HERE. And yes, I thought I had sent the best happy-ever-after manuscript for Alec and Emersyn to CR. But, there is always room for improvement.  This story now has 250+ comments in 280 pages. Ouch! Like I said, Julie Sturgeon is a book whisperer. I'm sure there are authors out there that can produce a perfect copy first time. Well, I'm not one of them. That is why I love my editor and CR. Developmental edits are hard, and at times, overwhelming. But Julie and I have one goal, to make this the best story possible for all of you. My fantastic, supportive readers. 

This is what my kitchen table looks like this morning. Sorry about the lighting in the photo. It's much brighter. So...I have my laptop that has my new working copy and the monitor has Julie's edits. Not every page looks that beat up, but I wanted you to see why this part of my job can be so overwhelming. Julie is only an email away if I hit a wall. 

You may have notice the doll next to my morning coffee. That was a gift from my amazing editor and it couldn't  have come at a better time. It's a dammit doll. And believe me when I say, it will come in handy the next two weeks.  Well, at least it will protect my forehead--you know those moments when all you want to do is bang you head and scream, 'Why didn't I think of that?" 

Even with all the work ahead, I'm so excited. Emersyn and Alec have lived in my heart for a year. They kept me sane during the months of healing. You can read about that HERE if you missed it. But that is over, so last year!!! 

I'm going to pour myself one more cup of coffee and get to work. This manuscript is due back at CR on 1/23. [Insert panic scream here.] 

I wish you all an exciting, healthy and happy 2017. I'll be back in a couple weeks and fill you in on what's happening. I'll have at least a title to share. :)

Have a great week, and as always, I hope you find a few moments to disappear into a great book.

Hugs to all!!

Nancy C. Weeks

Friday, December 23, 2016



I posted this a couple years ago, but it so important, that I hope you don't mind reading it one more time. There is a giveaway at the end of this post. 

I have been asked a lot in the last few days is what I want for Christmas. Well, it's not a simple answer, but it should be. What I want isn't expensive, out of stock, nor hard to deliver. 

In this most magical, mysterious, spiritual season, I want one thing...


We are all very unique, with our own special talents, our own unique points of view---our own unique way of understanding this life we are all trying to live. 

We are all special, wonderful, amazing, individuals. So why are we so hard on ourselves and others? Why do we try to tear down what isn't exactly like us? 

Maybe if we could see how wonderful we really are, accept it, and revel in the glory of who we are, then maybe we would be able to appreciate and value the uniqueness in others. 

My mother use to tell me that there is no way you can love others until you learn love yourself. She was an amazing woman. Listen to her! 

Maybe the eleventh commandment should have read: Love yourself as I have loved you--- so you can love another. Take a good look in a mirror and find something to love.  

It's a simple gift but it has the power to change our world. 
I always sign off my blog with the wish that you find a moment to relax and read a good book. With that in mind, I'm giving away 5 digital books, [first come first serve and reader's choice] from my book list. If you haven't had a chance to read one of my books or would like to pass a copy to a friend, please send me an email HERE. I wish you all a wonderful holiday season filled with love and laughter. See in 2017! 

Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks

Thursday, December 15, 2016


Their worlds collide and sparks fly–but forbidden love burns.
Giveaway Alert

Hello Everyone!

I hope you are all having a great week. Today, I'm thrilled to have back on my blog wonderful author, Becky Lower. Becky is here to tell us what inspired her new American historical romance, Dance With Destiny.


Becky, I love having you back with us. Before we get to your post, I can't help but brag a little on your behalf. I came across this amazing review about Dance With Destiny and hope you don't mind me sharing it with my readers.

Dance With Destiny is #1 on Goodreads Listopia for Interracial Historical Romance.
Early Praise for Dance With Destiny: This romance novel takes some risks and pulls them off beautifully. In Outlander fashion, Susannah is married when she falls in love with Lone Wolf, and we see her--in love--with both men, which adds a special tension to the conflict. In my opinion, this is Lower's best work.

Raoul Lafontaine is a half-Ojibwa, half-French-Canadian drifter who is more Indian than white. Also known as Lone Wolf, he has recently left the Ojibwa village in search of a fair-haired woman both he and his grandfather have seen in visions. She is important to him—but how? He will never allow himself to care for another—not after losing the wife he loved so much. 
But Raoul could not have planned for the sizzling emotions that surface when he comes near Susannah, nor the love he feels for her children. When he realizes that Susannah returns his feelings, he knows he must leave—for how can he stay close by knowing she can never be his? William will return to his homestead, and they’ll once again be a family. One in which Raoul has no place. Or does he?

Will Fate relent and grant the love between Susannah and Raoul in this DANCE WITH DESTINY?
Becky Lower ...

What makes Dance With Destiny so special to me is that it’s a branch off my family tree.

When I became a teenager, my dad told me the dirty little secret about his grandmother. She was half-Indian, and until the day she died, she had the strong, chiseled features that bespoke of her heritage, and long coal black hair that fell to her knees.

Rather than being appalled by this knowledge, I was thrilled. Times were changing, and being a part of the culture that was America before the Europeans came to our shores was exciting. I began to wear feathers in my hair, and to this day I wear moccasins around the house. So imagine my surprise when I began doing research on the family tree some twenty years ago, with the help of the internet and could find no link to my Indian past. I contacted the Myers branch of the family, some of them unknown to me until then, and they graciously shared what information they had. They, too, had heard the rumor, and how my great-grandmother and her siblings had been harassed in school because of their tainted blood line, but could never figure out how an Indian came into the family.

When it became possible, I underwent the Ancestry.com DNA test. Imagine my disappointment when the DNA test disproved a blood connection!  But since multiple branches of the family had been told the same story for years, there had to be a grain of truth in it.

Susannah Myers was my great-great grandmother, and Missouria Belle was my great-grandmother. William Myers did indeed go off to fight the Civil War, leaving Susannah alone on a mountaintop in southern Ohio with her children. This is my version of what may have happened. I hope you enjoy it.

Dance With Destiny Excerpt:

Ohio Hill Country, April, 1861

 "You can't leave me! Leave us! How will we ever survive? We are only good if we can face our hardships together.” Susannah Myers pummeled her husband's shoulders as her lips pressed together in a tight line. “Running off to war and leaving me alone to care for our four little ones is not right. I can’t do this on my own."
William took hold of her hands and stilled them. He kissed her callused fingers and then grazed her lips. She stopped fighting him and laid her head on her husband’s broad shoulder, letting her hot tears fall.
"It'll only be for a few months, Susannah. Summer’s coming on, so it won’t be so hard for you to get by. There are plenty of chickens for food and eggs, I’ve stocked the smoke house with deer, and Jacob can start on the planting, so you’ll have potatoes and fresh vegetables. I have no choice in the matter as to whether I stay or go. I have to volunteer. Every able-bodied man in southern Ohio is being asked to do his part. Daniel was out here just the other day to make sure I'd sign up."
Susannah straightened up and took a deep breath. She moved away from him, trying to distance herself from her feelings of abandonment. "Four children, William, and the oldest of them only nine years old. Is volunteering for service worth it when, by leaving, you’re putting the lives of your children in jeopardy?”
He spread his hands wide. "Of course, if I had any say in the matter, I’d want to be right here, with my woman and my babies. But, it's my duty to serve. And I swear it will only be for a couple months. I've only signed on for ninety days. After that, I'll be home. Don't worry. I'll just be gone for the summer. All we're doing is guarding the nation's capital until the southerners are subdued. We won't be anywhere near the battle zone. I'll be home before you know I'm gone."
Susannah faced him again, trying once more to make him see reason. "I’ll miss you the minute you leave, William. The ache in my heart is already there. What I don’t understand is why you feel this need to serve. We don't even own any slaves. Why must you fight these battles? It doesn't affect us."
"The government is trying to keep the country from splitting into two parts. We must prevent that at all costs. Our ancestors came from Germany to southern Ohio to find a new way of life in this great country, and so far, it’s worked well for us, even though it’s a hard struggle each year. But if the nation splits into two, it will never be the mighty force it should be."
Susannah sighed, fully aware her protests were falling on deaf ears. "Promise me, then. By the time the first snow comes, and you know it comes early here in the hills, you'll be home."

Where you can more information about Becky Lower

Amazon best-selling author Becky Lower has traveled the country looking for great settings for her novels. She loves to write about two people finding each other and falling in love, amid the backdrop of a great setting, be it on a covered wagon headed west or in present day small town America.  Historical and contemporary romances are her specialty. Becky is a PAN member of RWA and is a member of the Historic and Contemporary RWA chapters. She has a degree in English and Journalism from Bowling Green State University, and lives in an eclectic college town in Ohio with her puppy-mill rescue dog, Mary. She loves to hear from her readers at beckylowerauthor@gmail.com. Visit her website at www.beckylowerauthor.com

Becky, what a wonderful excerpt. I can almost taste Susannah's panic. I would have felt the same way. This is going to be a fun book to read. 

Thank you for taking the time to stop by and sharing Dance With Destiny with my readers. If anyone has any questions for Becky Lower, please don't be shy. You can post your questions in the comment section below. It that doesn't work for you, send me an email HERE and I'll pass it along to Becky. If you would like to receive a FREE e-book copy, please contact Becky.

Have a wonderful weekend. Please take a moment to yourself and read a great book.

Hugs to all,

Nancy C. Weeks

Tuesday, November 29, 2016



Hello Everyone!

Today, I'm delighted to turn my blog over to friend and fellow author, Sharon Buchbinder. She has dropped in to tell us about what inspired her to write about a hotel inspector in The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle.  

Before I go, here is Sharon's wonderful cover, short blurb and book trailer for The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle.  My blog is all yours. Enjoy!

When hotel inspector, Tallulah Thompson, is called in along with her pug, Franny, to investigate renovation delays, she meets an extremely annoyed and dapper turn-of-the-century innkeeper. The only problem is he’s in limbo, neither dead nor alive, and Tallulah and the pug are the first to see him in a hundred years. Cursed by a medicine woman, “Love ‘em and Leave ‘em Lucius” Stewart is stuck between worlds until he finds his true love and gives her his heart. When he first sees Tallulah, he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Yet, her stunning beauty, and feisty attitude pull him in. With the fate of Hotel LaBelle on the line, Tallulah with the help of a powerful medicine woman turns Lucius back into a flesh and blood man. She and Lucius team up to save the hotel, but Tallulah can't help but wonder if he will ever let go of his past love and learn to love again.

Hotel LaBelle and the Making of Tallulah Thompson

After sharing numerous travel horror stories with a writing friend, she said, “You should write a book about this!” Ta-dah!! I drew from these experiences to create Tallulah Thompson, Hotel Inspector and her partner and pug, Franny. 
My husband and I travel a lot for business and pleasure. Over the forty years of our marriage, we have stayed at everything from a stunning boutique hotels to fabulous bed and breakfasts to corporate chains. We even stayed at a Motel 6 in a blizzard in Davenport, Iowa in the late 1970s. It was so cold, my husband had to keep going out and starting the car every two hours so it wouldn’t freeze and we had to put towels at the door to keep snow from blowing in (you may see a theme here). 

I will share Good, Bad and Ugly hotel experiences we have had and ask your readers if they have good, bad or ugly hotel experiences they’d like to share. I will give away three (3) Kindle e-copies of the Haunting of Hotel Labelle to three random commenters.

The Good is Really Awesome

Here are the reasons why this stay with a family run bed and breakfast, the Foster Harris House is always a slice of heaven. 
The rooms Elegant and cozy, each spotless room has its own unique personality. We prefer the Mountain View Room which has a sitting area and a shower with about six showerheads, maybe more. I lost count. When you arrive, a covered dish with homemade cookies await you.

Here are the reasons why this stay with a family run bed and breakfast, the Foster Harris House  is always a slice of heaven. 

The rooms Elegant and cozy, each spotless room has its own unique personality. We prefer the Mountain View Room which has a sitting area and a shower with about six shower heads, maybe more. I lost count. When you arrive, a covered dish with homemade cookies await you. 

The owners: Ten years ago, John and Diane MacPherson gave up jobs in corporate America to pursue a dream. A self-taught chef and avid bicyclist, John’s talents in the kitchen are up there with the finest. As you can see from the photos, breakfast alone is worth the trip, with creative and exciting combinations of taste and visual delight. Dinners are a lovely, leisurely affair. This is not fast food. This is divine food.

The area: Washington, Virginia was George Washington’s (yes, that one) first planned city. Now, not to be too critical, but the town is pretty small and boasts about two stop signs. Don’t let it’s petite stature fool you. It is filled with artists, great cuisine, and is nestled at the base of the Shenandoah Mountain range, right outside the National Park. It is also a short distance to Luray Caverns if you want to see how our earth began. Breathtaking on both counts!

The Bad was Pretty Bad

Here are the reasons why this stay with a large corporate chain was a bad experience (no name because after I launched a letter writing campaign to the corporate customer service department, we did receive a refund).

The room: One of the basic things a human needs in a home, car, or hotel room is heat. When we arrived in Chicago on a windy day in the perpetually windy city, it was overcast and chilly. We were put into a room on the 41st floor that had a sloooooooow flushing toilet and no heat. The next day, we complained and were moved to a newly renovated room on the 45th floor. Soon we discovered the new room (furnished by IKEA, without even dresser for your clothes) also had no heat.

We called and were told by "at your service" (not) that there would be no heat forthcoming, and that “you are the only ones complaining.” They would turn the heat on only after receiving sufficient complaints from the entire hotel. What that magic tipping point was for a majority vote, I do not know, however, the entire hotel system it seems had two settings: hot and cold. And all we got was cold and colder. The thermostat in the room was a fake for show, as it did not work. 
In shades of Motel 6, we obtained extra towels to block the draft coming under the door and while in the room had to wear overcoat and blanket to work at the computer. I had no gloves sans fingertips, so to keep writing I had to get up and warm my hands under the hot water in the bathroom. 
The staff: With few notable exceptions, the staff were indifferent and condescending. Where ever we went in the hotel, the lobby, the elevator, the Concierge Lounge, the gym, people complained bitterly about how cold their room was. When I asked for a heater, the same person who said I was the only one complaining said they were all “checked out to guests.”

Housekeeping: The Housekeeping staff were on the floor, bright and early at 8 am, shouting down the hall to each other, music BLARING (not in earphones), and slamming carts into walls and doors. About a quarter of the rooms had PRIVACY signs on them. My guess is those people wanted to SLEEP. With the cacophony in the hallway, I doubt they could. I know I tried, but the noise woke me up.

The area: Downtown Chicago, IL, a great WINDY city. We lived there for over a decade. I recommend visiting only during summer and early fall, as the weather is either HOT or COLD, just like the hotel thermostat.

The Ugly is Hideous

A business trip to St Louis took us to yet another corporate hotel which boasts a low price, free WIFI and complimentary breakfast (powdered eggs, but we won’t go there). When we arrived, my husband dropped me off with the luggage and took off. He did this so I could take a desperately needed nap—and I checked in to Hotel Hell.

The hotel was under construction. Not just a minor renovation, we’re talking jack hammers on every floor, going from 9 am to 7 pm. When I approached the desk, I gave my name, received room key and a bag of goodies: ear plugs, a water bottle and a granola bar. The clerks at the desk found it amusing when I said I really needed a nap. They LAUGHED at me and suggested I put a pillow over my head to go with the ear plugs.

But wait, there’s more….

The room: Had heat and a comfy bed, which was all I really wanted at that point in time. I put on my leopard pajamas, put ear plugs in my ears, eye mask on my face, played my white noise app and dozed off—only to be awoken by the claxon of a FIRE ALARM, lights flashing and instructions to exit the building via the stairs. I leaped out of bed, into my boots, threw my down coat over my leopard pajamas and raced down the stairs of the closest exit, which was somewhere in EAST NOWHERE behind the hotel. I wandered about a half-mile to get to the front entrance, searching for signs of fire engines, smoke, or any other hotel guests outside. There were NONE.

The staff: Remember being in high school when the girls in the clique made fun of you and laughed at you? No? I do. I found out who employs these teenagers: Hotel Hell. Exhausted and upset, I went to the front desk AGAIN and asked what happened to the fire. Fire? What fire? They LAUGHED at me. Again. The Fire Marshall was there and because of the renovations, they had to TEST the fire alarms. When I asked why they hadn’t called guests to alert them it was only a test, they said, “Well, there weren’t that many guests in the rooms, so it really wasn’t a big deal.” To THEM.

Out of my mind with fatigue and anger, I went back to my room to discover my room key had been DEPROGRAMMED with the drill. I could not get into my room! If it hadn’t been for a sweet maid who let me into my room with her pass key (she was also not told about the fire drill!) I think I would still be in jail on homicide charges. No jury in the world would have convicted me.
Not only did I complain, the company we came out to do business with complained and I also posted a one star review on Trip Advisor. Many apologies later, a refund was offered, but no one could refund me my sleep or anxiety or frustration.

The area: St. Louis is not one of my favorite parts of the country for this and other reasons. So, please, don’t ask me to give you tips on travel there!

Excerpt from The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle:

A book flew at his head—and sailed through him, bouncing off the wall and landing on the floor.
      Mouth agape, the woman stared from him to the book and back to him again. “You’re a ghost.”
      “Not exactly. Shall we start over?” He leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. “After a hundred years of being invisible to everyone except you, I’d like to know who you are and what you’re doing here.”
      “Of course. Why not? Could today get any weirder?” She sank into the desk chair, shook her head, and sighed. “My name is Tallulah Thompson. I’m a hotel inspector, hired by the current owner as a consultant to find out why the renovations are delayed and what he needs to do to fix it. He’s teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.”
      “What tribe are you?”
      She jerked her head up and those doggone lapis lazuli eyes of hers sparked as if she’d strike him with lightning and kill him with one look. “No one asks that. It’s not politically correct.”
      “Well, I guess you haven’t been talking to the right people. And I don’t know what you mean by that last part. I’ve never been involved in politics.”
      “Nowadays, it’s considered rude to ask about another person’s national origins.” She threw her hands up. “Why am I giving a ghost an etiquette lesson? What am I thinking?”

So, dear readers, if you’ve made it this far (!) tell us about your hotel experiences, Good, Bad, and Ugly to be eligible to win one Kindle e-copy of my new release, The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle.

Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.

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