Blog Tour: Geoducks Are for Lovers by Daisy Prescott (spotlight, excerpt)

Geoducks Are for Lovers
written by Daisy Prescott
published by Daisy Prescott

find it here: Amazon, Goodreads

About the book: Food writer Maggie Marrion is just getting back on her feet after  a horrible year, or two, or three. With their twentieth reunion approaching, she invites four of her closest friends from college for a weekend at her beach cabin on Whidbey Island. What she doesn’t expect is her best friends, artist Quinn Dayton and part-time erotica novelist, Selah Elmore, to play matchmaker. The two plot a surprise that will make the weekend, and her life, a lot more interesting.

Gil Morrow, former grunge musician turned history professor, joins them as Selah’s date for the weekend. After coming face to face with the one who got away, he decides he’s waited long enough to get the girl. With the support of old friends, a few wishing rocks, the world’s largest burrowing clam, and a hot lumberjack thrown into the mix, Gil reminds Maggie that forty-something isn’t too old for second chances.

Can we learn to love the life we have and let go of who we expected to be? What happens when the generation from The Breakfast Club and Reality Bites meets The Big Chill? Come spend a weekend with these Generation X-ers as they share laughter, tears, life’s ups and downs, old stories, and new beginnings.

Please enjoy the following excerpt from Geoducks Are for Lovers. 

“White or red?” Quinn’s voice carries upstairs.

With sunny days turning to cool summer nights on the beach, Maggie decides to change clothes. Normally she’d throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie, but Gil will be arriving at her house in less than a half hour. This information throws her into a dilemma. Gil. Probably still hot Gil is coming over. Probably still hot? Ha. It hasn’t been that long. He’s definitely still hot.

“How about the Rosé?” She shouts down to Quinn

“Glass or bucket?”

“A glass to start. I’ll save the bucket for later.”

“Wear your jeans and a hoodie, Magpie. This isn’t a formal occasion.”

Maggie laughs, Quinn knows her so well. She grabs her favorite dark jeans and a blue hoodie. She brushes her hair out of its tangled bun and even bothers with lipgloss and mascara. Sitting on the deck all afternoon means her face shows some color and her hair is wavy from the bun. Looking in the mirror she thinks she looks pretty good for forty-one.

“You don’t look a day over twenty-five,” he says as he hands her a large glass of chilled Rosé. “Your ass hasn’t aged a day.”

“If only it was true. I miss my twenty-something ass. I didn’t appreciate it while I had it.”

“We never appreciate what we have at the time.”

Letting the deeper meaning of his words sink in, she sips her wine, and surveys the house. Everything appears to be in place. From the wall of windows in the living room, she notices the sun starting to dip towards the horizon. Sunset won’t be for a few hours.

“I turned off the grill. Figured we should wait for Selah and Gil to get here, then all eat together. Knowing you, you made more than enough for four, let alone two.”

Quinn is right. Inheriting her mother’s gift for hosting, she is more than prepared for extra guests.

“I’m going to make some snacks. Nuts? Olives? Cheese straws? Everyone loves cheese straws, right?” she says as she heads into the open kitchen.

Quinn pulls up a barstool at the end of the island. “Everyone but the lactose and gluten intolerant.”

Maggie gives him a dirty look.

“Fine. As far as I know neither of our dinner guests is either. Relax, drink your wine. It’ll all be fine.”

She organizes a tray with spiced pecans, cheese straws, olives, and a roll of salami.

“Q, will you take this out to the table while I grab the wine and an ice bucket?”

They make their way out to the deck. Biscuit joins them and lays at Quinn’s feet, looking up at him adoringly. With the high tide the boats in the bay bob in the water once again and small waves lap the shore.

“You and Biscuit are having a fine romance. Are you sure you didn’t line your pockets in bacon? Bacon cologne? I hear they make such a thing now.”

“Biscuit is an excellent judge of character. No other explanation.”

She raises her glass. “To good characters.”

He clinks her glass with his own.

“I can’t believe you two didn’t wait for us to start drinking!” Selah’s voice carries over from the stairs leading down to the side lawn.

About the author: Before writing full time, Daisy Prescott worked in the world of art, auctions, antiques, and home decor. She earned her degree in Art History from Mills College and endured a brief stint as a film theory graduate student at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker, fangirl, blogger, freelance writer, gardener, wife, and pet mom are a few of the other titles she’s acquired over the years.

Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy and her husband live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with their dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. She is currently researching her second novel.

Find Ms. Prescott here: web, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest

 

Happy reading wherever you are and whenever you get a free chance!!!