Today I’ve got Emelle Gamble here to tell us about herself and her new release...Dating Cary Grant
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Okay, that’s better. Now, lets find out about Emelle and her new novel. Scroll down to read my review of Dating Cary Grant. I’ll give you a hint… I LOVED IT!
Where does your novel take place? Why did you choose that location?
DATING CARY GRANT is set in the Turtle Bay neighborhood of New York City. It’s where the late,
fabulous Katharine Hepburn lived,
and near to where the late, iconic screen god Cary Grant hung out.
and knew Tracy Connor would find herself there when she met…
What is one of the most embarrassing things that’s happened to you?
I did a whole blog post on this if you’d like to read the whole humiliating episode at my website, but the short version is this. Who? Me, new high heels and all dressed up.
What? Nora Roberts cocktail party. Where? Hotel penthouse at RWA. When? Several years ago, thank god…
It was hot. 100 people in the room. A dish of jumbo shrimp sat in a silver bowl on a bed of ice. I picked up the tongs, the dish began to spin, the rest is history known around town as ‘isn’t Emelle Gamble that woman who spilled 50 lbs of shrimp on her feet at Nora’s party?’.
What was one of your favorite songs/bands in high school?
bought me tickets to the Hollywood Bowl to see
Janis Joplin, Donavan and, I kid you not, the opening act of Santana.
It was heaven, leavened by the flat tire and $50 we had to pay for a tow on the way home. I have every song in every set memorized to this date, despite the rather ‘smoky’ atmosphere surrounding the open-air theater. HA!
Do not tell my children.
Blurb for Dating Cary Grant by Emelle Gamble
Dating Cary Grant
A modern Manhattan fairy tale starring…
Tracy Connor, a New York City career woman who loves her job and classic movies.
Mike Connor, her estranged husband, a small town Mayor who loves his wife but doesn’t seem to have enough time to see her.
The handsome stranger, Philip Adams, who lives downstairs from the small sublet Tracy has temporarily moved into. He’s charming, funny and looks a lot like her very favorite screen icon, Cary Grant.
Dating Cary Grant is a romance all about New York city career woman Tracy Connor struggling with real issues with her real guy, her husband of six years, Mayor Mike Connor of Cukor, Connecticut. Tracy is a smart woman, but some of her problems with relationships are partially caused by her unrealistic expectations that real guys should – and can – behave like matinée idols. Mike’s problems are also caused by the fact that he’s such a great guy and overextends his heart, and his appointment calendar, to every constituent, friend or stray animal who crosses his path.
Tracy is also being stressed by a TV reality show intent on showcasing Tracy and Mike’s personal life, as well as the imminent takeover of her employer, a small, private television station, by a billionaire with unlimited funds and no taste.
Dating Cary Grant considers just how selfless a man needs to be to meet his wife’s expectations, and just how honest a woman must be with herself about what she’s willing to give, and give-up. And Cary Grant is along to help prove that any woman’s search for ‘Mr. Perfect ‘ might take her to a surprising place to find him.
Excerpt from DATING CARY GRANT:
DATING CARY GRANT by Emelle Gamble:
Tracy put her hand on the knob to open the door a crack so she could hear better, when suddenly someone knocked, then knocked a second time!
The vibration went right through the door into her forehead. She yelped and stepped back, just like the other night, but this time, thankfully, the lock was engaged.
“Hello?” a man asked pleasantly. “Sorry if I startled you.”
Tracy stared at the door, immobile with surprise. She cleared her throat and put her right hand over her heart, as if that would slow the galloping beat down.
The man knocked twice again. “I don’t want to be a bother, but I’ve come to borrow ice cubes, if you have them. It’s quite a catastrophe, really, having no ice, so you can save the day if you have a tray or two to spare.”
His voice was smart and cultured. He had the accent of an Englishman by birth and world traveler by choice.
“Why don’t you come downstairs and have a drink, for that matter? If you’re decent, of course. Or even if you’re not.” He chuckled and tapped the door gently. “Come on. Shy, are you? Don’t be afraid, I promise I’m a perfect gentleman this time of night.”
“Yes, hello,” Tracy surprised herself by replying. “But I’m sorry; I don’t have any ice cubes. Sorry.” What a pinhead, she chided herself. Apologizing when I had no reason to, just like the woman on the bike told her.
“No ice cubes? You poor darling! Well, you must open up and go downstairs with me. I’ll steal some for you from the party. Right out of someone’s glass. It might be rude, but, well, I’m willing to be rude in times of crisis. No girl with a voice as lovely as yours should be without ice cubes on a Saturday night. What if she fancied a cocktail?”
Tracy smiled. “Actually it’s Sunday morning. About three thirty, as a matter of fact. And I certainly can’t come out, as I’m dressed for bed, and it’s a bit early for me to be drinking a cocktail.”
“Early? Well, that’s all the way you look at it, my dear.” The door creaked as the visitor leaned his weight against it. “To my way of thinking, 3:30 a.m. is the very heart of the evening. Why don’t you throw on something more acceptable to the general public and join me? What do you say?”
Tracy put her hand on the door and peered through the stained glass but could make out only a vague figure of a man in a dark suit. His voice was amazing. If he looked half as hot as he sounded, then the neighborhood was even better than she had expected.
Should she open the door to get a look at this guy? She glanced down and frowned at the white tee-shirt and pink socks she‘d been sleeping in. The shirt was Mike’s. Suddenly the image of her husband filled her head, squelching her curious impulse.
Tracy crossed her arms over her chest. “Thanks, but no. Sorry.” She grimaced. God lord, I am pathetic. “Goodnight!” Her voice was firm. “I’m going back to sleep now. Have a nice party.”
“Well, all right. But next time I’ll stay here until you come out and meet me properly,” the man replied. “I’ll go back to my friends. Although you don’t sound like you need it, you’ve still got a few hours to get your beauty sleep. Good night, Miss…?”
It’s Mrs., she thought. “Connor. Tracy Connor.”
“Sleep tight, Tracy Connor,” the man said.
My review of Dating Cary Grant:
Dating Cary Grant is a breath of fresh air. I’ve been reading romance novels since I was 13 and spent all of my allowance on them. I now write them, and know it’s very hard to come up with an original plot.
Emelle Gamble has done this brilliantly.
The story is new and exciting while keeping with the romance tropes we all expect when reading this genre. The writing is crisp and witty, and I fell in love with the characters immediately. I’m not going to spoil anything for you, but suffice to say you will be surprised and entertained while reading Dating Cary Grant.
*****Five stars from me!
DATING CARY GRANT book of the month at Long & Short Reviews
SECRET SISTER RONE finalist for BEST CONTEMPORARY NOVEL of 2013
SECRET SISTER now in Paperback
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DUETS … the prequel novella to MOLLY HARPER
MOLLY HARPER …the novel
MOLLY HARPER & DUETS now available in one paperback volume!
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Emelle Gamble became a writer at an early age. At six years old she was bursting with the requisite childhood stories of introspection, and this itch to tell tales evolved into bad teen poetry and tortured short works that, thankfully, never saw the light of day, or an editor’s red pen. She took her first stab at writing a novel in an adult education class in Mobile, Alabama when her kids were in bed for the night. As ‘M.L. Gamble,’ she published several romantic suspense novels with Harlequin Intrigue.
Soul Mate Publishing has now contracted for two romantic women’s fiction novels, Secret Sister, in July of 2013, and Dating Cary Grant, an April 2014 release.
Always intrigued by the words ‘what if’, Gamble’s books feature an ordinary woman confronted with an extraordinary situation. Emelle celebrates the adventurous spirit of readers, and hopes each will enjoy the exciting and surprising journeys her characters take.
Emelle lives in suburban Washington D.C. with her hero of thirty years, Philip, and two orange cats, Lucy and Bella. Like all good villains, the cats claim to have their reasons for misbehaving. Her children are happily launched on their own and are both contributing great things to society, their mother’s fondest wish.
Thanks so much for sharing with us, Emelle. And thanks to all of you for giving us a bit of your time.