Well, it is raining-again. And it is chilly to boot. But that doesn't stop the chore list, just hinders it a bit. Then the Blogger hang up has set a few things behind schedule too. So I am stealing a few minutes to jump in quickly to Lisa's Friday Book Blurb. She asks for a 150 words or less to make the picture at the left enticing to readers as a book jacket. My efforts are dashed out below. For full details and more stories, visit Lisa herself at: http://www.writinginthebuff.net.
Secrets Among the Sage
When Claire Westoff moved to New Mexico, she wanted the comfort of sand, the slow moving sands of time. Her mind had been frayed and riddled by her job in Chicago, not to mention how the wind and cold bit at her body.
She found the pink adobe walls of her bungalow comforting, evenings of sipping whiskey sours watching the pastel sunsets wash over the sandy horizon. Her mornings sparkled with blue skies as she headed to work the Sunday Side Up Café’s breakfast shift, such a change after her city newspaper job. Tourists wanting explanations of rancheros huevos sat between the truck garden farmers and were the biggest challenge she needed.
Until she began to unearth strange clues that all wasn’t right in Hacienda Azul. People were friendly until she asked her reporter-like questions about the bones in the desert. What were the secrets this sleepy village held?