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Monday, March 31, 2014

Guest Post, Excerpt an Giveaway: All My Restless Life to Live by Dee DeTarsio

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Award-winning author Dee DeTarsio combines life’s darker side with humor and tenderness in a wonderfully charming look at love and the afterlife.

Life is a soap opera, especially for Elle Miller, who is a TV producer. (Ellen dropped the “n” in her name in hopes of finding a better ending for herself.) When her laptop crashes, she borrows her dead dad’s computer and gets way more than she bargained for.

As Elle tries to save her career with a storyline featuring a trip through Atlantis, she takes a trip to the Emmys, and finds herself in the middle of a romance between a real doctor and a hunk who just plays one on TV. Friends, family, and clues from “the other side” all help Elle figure out the difference between living the good life . . . and living a good life.

GUEST POST
Lust for Lists 

Eighty-seven percent of us are more likely to read an article that has a quantitative headline, according to IMTU (I Made That Up). From “To Do” to “Top 10” to “Best Of,” lists claim to help us through the clutter to control the chaos of our lives. 

Don’t get me wrong, I like lists as much as the next person, but can we really count on those numbered points as a compass to a better life? Or, are you that rare reader who is not influenced by lists, at all? Take the simple test below and find out: 

Which topic would you be more likely to click on? 
A. Top 10 Self-Pleasuring Techniques That Could Save Your Life! 
B. Seven Sweet and Sour Centerpieces: Pickle Jars for Perfect Parties! 

Ha ha, just a trick question. Who wouldn’t want to burn precious moments, that we will never, ever, see again, checking out both? Especially if there are pictures included. Who doesn’t want to pick up some secret tip? I could make an unbelievable graph showing all the most popular lists out there, just waiting to tantalize us. 

Top 3 Reasons I Can’t Make A Graph 
1. I’m a writer. 
2. I ran out of coffee. 
3. It’s time for my Lumosity brain training. 

All My Restless Life to Live I’ve been searching for meaning. Chick Lit, which can be loosely defined as books for women, by women, but always with a hopefully-ever-after, laughs at the sadness of life. 

5 Reasons Reading Chick Lit Novels Can Save Your Life! 
1. Exercises emotions, 
2. Provides nutritional doses of Vitamin I (Imagination), 
3. Triggers serotonin spikes of well-being, 
4. Improves social skills, 
5. Enhances moods (Fat-free, zero calories)! 

With so much competition from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and coordinating projects on Pinterest, (really, give me 3 Good Reasons Why You Want to Learn How to Crochet), Chick Lit novels remain the one true constant. 

*Reading Chick Lit Novels not meant to be taken as medical advice, but really, should be considered a part of a healthy, happy lifestyle. Please consult with friends for recommendations before attempting. 

Are you a list maker?
EXCERPT 



“I can’t believe that I’m really not that nervous,” I kept saying being takes. “Acting is so easy. Way easier than writing. Maybe I should be an actress.” 

Liam just smirked at Tanya McGonya, who flipped him off with both middle fingers as her arms were folded across her chest. 

“This is good for me to get in character and see what it’s like. I can write better drivel than Liam. Sorry.” I shot a quick look at him and covered my mouth. 

“Stop talking,” Liam ordered. “Start kissing.” 

“Oh.” I guess I was nervous. 

“You are doing great,” Brad whispered. He leaned down as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me and my Bra Vo in close. 

“Where do I put my hands?” I asked, both palms against his bare chest. Please don’t squeeze the Charmin. 

“Over his coat, around his waist,” Liam said. 

Brad’s smooth mouth kissed me, bending my head slightly so the camera could get an angle. 

“Hold it,” Liam said. “Christ, move around a little.” 

I couldn’t move. I was just enjoying smelling Brad and feeling his breath on my upper lip, and really, really liking his two lips resting on mine. 

“Hair,” Liam directed. Brad started softly pushing back my hair. My hair was nothing special shoulder-length, that Tanya McGonya curled into a natural tousled look. In Brad’s fingers, it became an erogenous zone. He cupped his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. He ran his finger and thumb over my ear, and massaged my lobe ever so gently, before getting back to the business of fondling my curls. 

My heart was cartoon loud. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear a horn ahooga. Liam had us stop and start several more times for different angles. 

And then I forgot where I was and started kissing Brad. I wasn’t acting, I didn’t know how. The music got louder, the light seemed to dim, and Brad kissed me back. 

“And cut. Cut. Cut. Jesus.”



About the author:


Dee DeTarsio is a graduate of The Ohio State University and lives in southern California with her family. She did not teach herself to read at an early age or write stories by the time she was in kindergarten. She was still wetting the bed and playing in the can cupboard.


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2 comments:

Dee DeTarsio said...

Thanks so much for featuring All My Restless Life to Live (and putting me on your list!)! I hope you and your readers have fun with it! Take care and have a great week!

Daniela Ella said...

Ce mi-a placut acel Gust Post. A fost... de parca nu as fi citit ceva de la calculator, ci de parca as fi fost prezenta acolo, de parca as fi ascultat. Foarte frumos! Mi-a placut.
Si cartea este draguta, si ma atrage intr-un fel sau altul pentru ca nu prea gasesti femei care sa fie producatori de televiziune in carti:))