Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Liz Flaherty Brings Her Latest Harlequin Heartwarming EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE


I am such a fan of Liz Flaherty's outlook on life.  Liz thinks one of the things that keeps you young when you quite obviously aren’t anymore is the constant chances you have to reinvent yourself. Her latest professional incarnation is as a Harlequin Heartwarming author and she is enjoying every minute! 

She's joining us today with a glimpse of her latest Heartwarming romance, as well as some wonderful memories. Welcome, Liz. I'm so glad you've stopped by for a visit.

Thanks so much for having me here today, Barb!
          
 Since I’ve reached a certain age, I tend to write about it a lot. Even when I’m not writing about it, I mention it and sense an eye-rolling “here she goes again” from behind my back.
         
 But I’m writing this from a hotel lobby in Chicago. The traffic is crazy outside the front windows and I can hear delightful accents from a phone conversation taking place across the lobby. British, and a lot of “lovelys” in the conversation. There is no quiet to be had here, so I’m not looking for it, just embracing the joyful noise that seems to abound.
           
Last night, we had dinner at the Hard Rock Café. The food was good, the service good, and the two teenage girls here with my daughter and me seemed to enjoy themselves. After dinner, the girls were perusing tee shirts in the gift shop and Kari and I were standing near the end of the bar waiting.
         
The band started. Speaking of joyful noise.
      
 The girls were shopping.

I beamed my way through “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” with thoughts of Bette Midler careening through my mind. Then they sang a Maguire Sisters song and I remembered my sister singing “Sugar in the Morning.” And then it was some serious Bill Haley and the Comets, whom I don’t really remember but whose music reverberates through my very soul.
          
 The girls came out of the gift shop. They stood and waited. I pretty much ignored them. Finally Kari asked if we could sit somewhere and listen since we’d just had dinner there.
          
You bet.
          
The band played music all the way through Motown, surf, and British Invasion, with doo wop thrown in for flavor. Except for about three songs, I knew all the words or thought I did. There was a twist contest, which I came nowhere near winning, but everyone was up and moving. There wasn’t an eye-roll to be found
         
 Remembering. Feeling. Not wanting it to be over.
          
Cole Porter grew up around the county seat where I live. Cole left, though, moving to the Big City, and wrote...oh, so many songs. Most of which don’t really resonate all that much with me, although they did with my mom and dad. Hearing “Begin the Beguine” still makes me catch my breath because it was Mom’s favorite.

 But I remember always knowing about Cole Porter. I remember growing up in Miami County, Indiana, where Nothing Ever Happens. (I still live there—I’m really good with nothing ever happening, thank you very much.) 

So when I invented a lake in central Indiana as a setting for at least one Harlequin Heartwarming book, the former mayor of Peru named the lake—Miniagua—and Cole Porter named both the book—Every Time We Say Goodbye—and most of the businesses on it. We have, to name a few, the Silver Moon Café, the Anything Goes Grill, the It’s De-Lovely Salon, and...you get my drift. It’s a contemporary story, not historical, but with the writing of it, I got to feel a lot of the things memory gives you. I didn’t want it to be over. There was a lot of joyful noise going on with it. It’s the story of...well, here’s the blurb, which explains it better than I would.

He had her at "hello again…" 

After the prom night accident that had stolen the innocence of his small lakeside hometown, Jack Llewellyn had run. The guilt—especially facing his high school sweetheart, Arlie Gallagher—had been too much. Now he had no choice. He was back in town, and on Arlie's radar. 

Arlie couldn't believe that after all these years, she still had him under her skin. He was such a changed man…a responsible business owner, a single parent. Would he understand the changes she'd gone through, the secrets she lived with? She was ready to forgive him but was he ready to forgive himself? And did they have to say goodbye this time?

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Liz would love to hear from you at lizkflaherty@gmail.com or please come and see her at:              http://lizflaherty.net/ 

9 comments:

  1. So glad you had fun in Chicago with Kari and the girls and the music sounds fab!! (see what I did there? A little British invasion for you.) Yes, we're both at the eye-roll age and I get it too, especially because I'm more of a forties through sixties music person than a seventies, like a lot of my friends--I'll take Frank Sinatra over the Doors anytime. I adore all the standards and know nearly all the lyrics. I'd have bought a ticket to see you do the twist. ;-) Love, love ETWSG! Great book!

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    1. Lol. I was lost in the crowd, believe me! There was a guy there--won the contest--who was so good it was scary, and he was way older than me, too. :-)

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    2. Love the music of this era, too! What a fun time that must have been in Chicago, Liz.

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  2. I *love* this book, Liz! I'm so glad you wrote it - and Cole Porter'd it up!

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    1. Thanks, Kristi! Once I got into that list of titles, it was so much fun putting them with places. Also extraordinary how quickly those places formed personalities of their own!

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    2. What a great touch! It's bound to make readers smile!

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  3. Great post, Liz! Just bought the book!

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    1. Bless, you, Cheryl--my favorite kind of comment!

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    2. I'm really looking forward to reading it too, Cheryl.

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