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Fall is coming. Eventually, thought the novelist wistfully as she stared out the window at the green trees and bright sunshine and 80+ temps. Sigh. I am so not a summer person. I start pre-ordering pumpkin spice everything around June 1st and then grumble about the heat and long days for the next three or four months. But at least it's within reach now. The days are noticeably shorter. There's been some wind. Always a good sign. Oughta be unpacking those sweaters any minute now. Okay, any month now. Progress is progress. I'll take it.
In the meantime, I've just turned in another book for Harlequin's Fortune's of Texas series that was great fun to write. Nine Months to a Fortune will be out next summer. Now I'm brainstorming what I hope will be a new Special Edition at some point. The third book for my series "Seasons in Sudbury," Keeping Her Secret, is out in January, and I'd love to wind everything up in the little Finger Lakes village with a winter book after that. Cross fingers and think good thoughts. We shall see.
In related news, I have officially gone to work on a bigger, single-title, book. I don't want to say too much about it yet (mostly because I'm a major pantser when I write, so I honestly don't even know much about my stories until I'm typing them out), but I think it's going to be fun, too. There will be a lot of personal stuff in it, and a lot of nostalgia. For now, I shall give you an out-of-context exchange between two of the main characters (my fave bit of dialogue so far): "Jesus, Bunny, you carry a switchblade?" "Jesus, Paula, you don't?" There. Make of that what you will.
I also have a connection in the movie biz shopping around some of my books and a few screenplays I've written with my buddy Lorena Peter. That may or may not lead to something cool. If it does, you'll be the first to know. Okay, second to know. Possibly third. I should probably inform my husband and son first, since not telling them would be super rude. And they're bound to wonder why we're having a celebratory dinner at our favorite restaurant, Jack Fry's. And why I'm suddenly wearing cat-eye sunglasses and feather boas all the time and shooing away the paparazzi... (Like I said, a girl can dream.)
Anyway, happy reading, everyone!
In the meantime, I've just turned in another book for Harlequin's Fortune's of Texas series that was great fun to write. Nine Months to a Fortune will be out next summer. Now I'm brainstorming what I hope will be a new Special Edition at some point. The third book for my series "Seasons in Sudbury," Keeping Her Secret, is out in January, and I'd love to wind everything up in the little Finger Lakes village with a winter book after that. Cross fingers and think good thoughts. We shall see.
In related news, I have officially gone to work on a bigger, single-title, book. I don't want to say too much about it yet (mostly because I'm a major pantser when I write, so I honestly don't even know much about my stories until I'm typing them out), but I think it's going to be fun, too. There will be a lot of personal stuff in it, and a lot of nostalgia. For now, I shall give you an out-of-context exchange between two of the main characters (my fave bit of dialogue so far): "Jesus, Bunny, you carry a switchblade?" "Jesus, Paula, you don't?" There. Make of that what you will.
I also have a connection in the movie biz shopping around some of my books and a few screenplays I've written with my buddy Lorena Peter. That may or may not lead to something cool. If it does, you'll be the first to know. Okay, second to know. Possibly third. I should probably inform my husband and son first, since not telling them would be super rude. And they're bound to wonder why we're having a celebratory dinner at our favorite restaurant, Jack Fry's. And why I'm suddenly wearing cat-eye sunglasses and feather boas all the time and shooing away the paparazzi... (Like I said, a girl can dream.)
Anyway, happy reading, everyone!
Everything you ever wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly
The rabid badger is more at deadline time.
Elizabeth Bevarly wrote her first book when she was twelve years old, thirty-two pages on college rule notebook paper, that featured the adventures of three pre-teen girls named Marianne, Cheryl, and Liz. Her best friends Marianne and Cheryl proclaimed it, “Way cool!” and “Bitchin’!” After that, she knew exactly where her career path would take her.
Eventually. After earning her BA with highest honors in English, she worked as a waitress, a bartender, a dietary aide, a library aide, an editorial assistant, and a hawker of soaps, lingerie, ready-to-wear, and fine china. Eventually she found herself newly wed and living in Puerto Rico, sitting on the beach and drinking pina coladas while her Coast Guard husband was out having adventures. Solitude brought with it the desire to start writing again, so she did—on college rule notebook paper.
That book eventually became the first of dozens she would write for Harlequin. Bigger books followed, and so did lots of other cool stuff, like being translated into two dozen languages and sold in three dozen countries, winning industry awards, and appearing on national bestseller lists—including USA Today and the New York Times.
She now lives just outside her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky with her husband and a semi-feral cat. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s binge-watching documentaries about weird stuff, experimenting with soup recipes, and wondering if she’ll ever find that missing Betsey Johnson earring. She really loves those earrings. She also loves writing in daytime pajamas, listening to jazz standards, drinking iced tea, and dancing to electro-swing when no one is home. Her favorite color is green. Her favorite food is shawarma. Her familiar is a rabid badger. (It’s a long story.)
Okay, so that was probably a lot more than you wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly. Last tidbit, honest—she is super long-winded. Just ask her family. Or read her reviews. Woo.
Eventually. After earning her BA with highest honors in English, she worked as a waitress, a bartender, a dietary aide, a library aide, an editorial assistant, and a hawker of soaps, lingerie, ready-to-wear, and fine china. Eventually she found herself newly wed and living in Puerto Rico, sitting on the beach and drinking pina coladas while her Coast Guard husband was out having adventures. Solitude brought with it the desire to start writing again, so she did—on college rule notebook paper.
That book eventually became the first of dozens she would write for Harlequin. Bigger books followed, and so did lots of other cool stuff, like being translated into two dozen languages and sold in three dozen countries, winning industry awards, and appearing on national bestseller lists—including USA Today and the New York Times.
She now lives just outside her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky with her husband and a semi-feral cat. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s binge-watching documentaries about weird stuff, experimenting with soup recipes, and wondering if she’ll ever find that missing Betsey Johnson earring. She really loves those earrings. She also loves writing in daytime pajamas, listening to jazz standards, drinking iced tea, and dancing to electro-swing when no one is home. Her favorite color is green. Her favorite food is shawarma. Her familiar is a rabid badger. (It’s a long story.)
Okay, so that was probably a lot more than you wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly. Last tidbit, honest—she is super long-winded. Just ask her family. Or read her reviews. Woo.