Libby Drew

Karen is getting shipped with everyone, LOL! She can be a gem, true.

More trouble to come, yes. But from unexpected places... or not so unexpected if you have been reading between the lines. 😉

I think he gets it. You let me know what you think after you read the next chapter. Which unfortunately won't be posted until late tonight, because I have to wait eight hours between uploads and I just posted the first chapter of a premium story for Cia. And now I have to get on a plane. SORRY! But have faith in our boys. 😄

Time-travel tour guide Reegan McNamara’s job is usually a breeze. A trip back to 2030 seems no different, until a woman runs away from his tour group. Now her husband is demanding her safe return—or Reegan will lose more than just his job. P.I. Saul Kildare’s business is running on borrowed time. When a stranger bangs on his door one night and promises a windfall for a missing-person case, it seems too good to be true. The two men have an immediate connection, but as their attraction evolves into feelings neither can deny, will they have the strength to take a leap of faith together?

True facts! As I mentioned, I married into an old, large Irish Catholic family. The "wake" has evolved, at least in this area, to mean the gathering either before OR after the funeral, depending on the family. It's just when everyone gets together and does exactly as you described: reflect, on whatever subject comes up. (There was a pig roast and pony rides at the last one I was at. Not kidding about that. And lots of Jameson and Green Spot.)

his secret may not have been so secret to some but not all Yeah, not so much. Lots of loose ends, but we're only half way there.

Although not specifically mentioned, I'd like to think the people around Marc were doing the same. As I married into an old Irish Catholic family, I've been to many such events. There is always a good balance of laughter and tears. Thanks for the comment.

MARC would never understand the idea of throwing a party when somebody died. The old folk could call it whatever they wanted, but the bottom line was that people were milling around his house, eating catered food and talking about everything under the sun. Everything except his aunt. What the spread on the Vikings game had to do with respecting the dead was a mystery to him. He‘d attended his fair share of wakes with Aunt May. People needed closure, she‘d said. So every time someone died, h

Thank for sharing this. I enjoyed learning more about you as an author and person. Best of luck with your WiPs!

Yeah, there's history there. Mrs. Singer alluded to it in the very first chapter, actually.

Thank you!

LOL. Sawyer had a crush on Episode IV Luke.

You are far too kind. Thank you for the compliment.

I will pray for your coffee maker.

I'll admit, I do love Reba.

Extremely insightful. Yes.

More of Marc's history comes to light in later chapters and some of his reticence will start to make more sense, I hope. Thanks for reading.

As someone who has a real fear of bridges collapsing under them, I find that gif very disturbing.

Yes! My kids got zweiback toast as babies.

This IS a love story. So was Romeo and Juliet. KIDDING! Keep the faith...

I'm proud to hear that.

I very much appreciate this comment, because Sawyer DOES have faults, and self-indulgence is one of his biggies.

HE SPENT Saturday crashed on Bruce‘s leather sectional, watching college football and gorging himself on the kind of food he couldn‘t get in Edgewood. Bruce, never one to let his routines be upset, guest or no guest, didn‘t emerge from his bedroom until after noon. Sawyer held up a container as he shuffled by. “Pad Thai?” Hair askew, robe tied in a crooked knot, Bruce gave him the finger. He reappeared a few minutes later with a steaming mug of coffee and stood over the U-shaped couch, lip

Thank you so much for your thoughtful post. I have several thoughts to contribute: Escapism... I understand and agree with your comments. I think escapism, as it relates to emotions, is a thing, even if realism is a key element in the story. Fiction is escapism. The kind of fiction we identify with and connect with is the most potent escapism of all. Is the book always better? Or is that a reader's perspective? Just playing Devil's advocate, here. As an avid reader, I personally agree: the book is better. Always. But I say that because I'm a reader. Detail moves me. My brain gives characters life. Not everyone's does. Not a judgment. Just an observation. Protagonist/antagonist: What about... the unreliable narrator? Who, exactly, is the protagonist? Who is the antagonist? I'd love your thoughts on this subject, because I find the idea fascinating. Take, as an example, Nick and Amy from Gone Girl, or my personal favorite, Teddy Daniels, from Shutter Island. I could go on for hours on this topic. LOVE it. Last... I hosted a short story fiction fest many years ago on LiveJournal. The only stipulation to participate was that the story was 10K or under, the "accepted" short story format in literary circles. It might surprise some that 2/3 of those who signed up couldn't stick to the guidelines. All their contributions went over the word count. I consider crafting a short story a challenge. It should give everything a novel length story does, but in condensed format: a punch to the gut, an endearing emotional connection, a meaningful physical one, and a clear designation between protag and antag. It's no easy thing, though. Not in any way. Every word has must pull its weight. Thanks again for such a thoughtful post. I very much enjoyed it.

It's no coincidence. If you're still pretty clueless then I did a good job with spinning out the mystery. So... sorry, but thanks! 🙂