One of the unexpected joys of (soon!) publishing a novel is how, like heat and comfort- seeking missiles, you find friends on the same path. Some you know in real life, some you meet on Twitter, some on wonderful sites like Backspace. Virtual or real, in that lonely sweat pants wearing world no matter what your work, first ya gotta have friends.
I've not read any of these books in their entirety, but I've visited all their websites, read their first chapters online where I could, and pre-ordered each and everyone. Thus, in order of pub date, I present, my launch sisters (is it okay if I squeeze myself in there also?) beginning with the first lines of each book.
Part One: January
Double Black: A Ski Diva Mystery by Wendy Clinch. January 5, 2010
"When Stacey Curtis found the dead man in the bed, she knew it was time to get her own apartment.
The writing had been on the wall for a while and she'd ignored it for as long as she could. These empty condos on the mountain were convenient-they had clean sheets and plenty of hot water and maybe even a packet of somebody's left-behind instant oatmeal to toss in the microwave come morning-and it seemed like a shame to let them sit unused. Especially when she was new in town, just sprung from an engagement gone bad, and living out of a tip jar.
A tip jar and an ‘87 Subaru, to tell the whole truth."
Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman. January 12, 2010
"Momma left her red satin shoes in the middle of the road. That's what three eyewitnesses told the police. The first time I remember my mother wearing red shoes was on a snowy morning in December 1962, the year I was seven years old. I walked into the kitchen and found her sitting at the table. No lights were on, but in the thin haze of dawn that pushed through the frostbitten window, I could see red high-heeled shoes peeking out from beneath the hem of her robe. There was no breakfast waiting, and no freshly ironed school dress hanging on the basement doorknob. Momma just sat and stared out the window with empty eyes, her hands limp in her lap, her coffee cold and untouched.
I stood by her side and breathed in the sweet scent of lavender talcum powder that clung to the tufts of her robe."
Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin. January 12, 2010
"But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.
Only I do get tired.
I pause, place the pen down next to the page, and massage my aching hand; the joints of my fingers, in particular, are stiff and cold and ugly, like knots on a tree. One does get tired of so many things, of course, when one is eighty, not the least of which is answering endless letters."
The Murderer's Daughters by Randy Susan Meyers, releasing January 19, 2010
"I wasn't surprised when Mama asked me to save her life. By my first week in kindergarten, I knew she was no macaroni- necklace- wearing kind of mother. Essentially, Mama regarded me as a miniature hand servant:
Grab me a Pepsi, Lulu.
Get the milk for your sister's cereal.
Go to the store and buy me a pack of Winstons.
Then one day she upped the stakes:
Don't let Daddy in the apartment."
Coming soon: February Launch Sisters
Drive Time by Hank Phillipi Ryan, releasing February 1, 2010
The Things That Keep Us Here by Carla Buckley, releasing February 9, 2010
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