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~ WON'T YOU TIME TRAVEL WITH ME TODAY? COME ALONG TO THE ROARING TWENTIES AND TO A SPEAKEASY CALLED THE BLUE LUTE!~



Today we have a very special visit with Brandon and Lilly from Eryn LaPlant's THE BLUE LUTE. 

So Brandon, tell the folks back home about yourself? What is your occupation? Why? What are your strengths & weaknesses?

Well, my name is Brandon Crowley and I’m a musician. I learned a great deal about reading music and playing instruments growing up in New York City. I found I have a knack for creating both song and lyric and it doesn’t take long for me to learn a new piece. I play stringed instruments, mostly the stand-up bass and guitar, but I can also play piano and bass guitar as well. Jazz was my first love, musically and even though I listen to more modern tunes now, I still try to incorporate a bit of the old sound in my work.

How did you and Lilly meet? What was your first impression of her?

The first time I “met” Lilly I was being arrested outside her apartment building. I was being shoved into the police car for trespassing--it’s a long story--and there she was, standing on the stairs in a gray skirt and black shirt with her blonde hair curling around her face. She was exquisite and looked at me with curiosity rather than disgust or pity. I couldn’t help but nod in her direction, despite being taken away.

[MJ leans closer.] So what is it that you really like about her?


What do I like about Lilly? Everything! {laughs} She’s smart, beautiful, cunning…and just a tad stubborn but I love it. The more I get to know her the more I find myself in love with her. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t give up on anything, especially if it regards something having to do with history. Loving history is a big part of her life, so when she goes off on her tangents about Paul Revere or Abraham Lincoln, I’ve learned just to go with it. It can be just a tad irritating but still, it’s one of the reasons I love her.

I understand. My husband's habit of roughhousing with our boys is irritating, yet cute at the same time. Has life handed you any major disappointments, Brandon?


Of course. The 1920s were a very rough time period. It wasn’t uncommon to be dodging the law week in and week out. But, hey, how else was I supposed to make a living? But unfortunately having such a dicey career does lend itself to disappointments. We lose people we love, we can’t trust people we should, and yet life still goes on. But I do tend to like focusing on the positive side of life though. I have a wonderful girlfriend and friends who care for me – nothing is better than that.

You're absolutely right. And that's a great outlook by the way. Speaking of positive things, if you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?

Spend it with my love, Lilly. We could take it slow and gradually make our way out to Central Park for a walk. Maybe we could grab a hot dog from a vendor cart and people-watch from our perch on the Alice in Wonderland fountain. Afterwards, we could meet up with our good friends Eliza and Matthew and have a dinner out somewhere. Knowing Lilly, chocolate would be on the dessert plate. I digress from what else we’d do for the rest of the evening but please use your imagination. We do have a vivid love story. {winks}

What CD is in your CD player right now?


CD Players – ha! Right, those tiny silver records. Let’s see…I have a Johnny Coltrane in there. He’s just the embodiment of cool. No one can play a sax like he can.

I'm more a Nickelback girl myself, but I'll take your word on that. [Laughs.] Well now it's Lilly's turn. Tell us about yourself Lilly. What is your occupation? Strengths, weaknesses?

Hi everyone, I’m Lilly Charles, doctoral student at New York University. My strengths? Hmm…well, I have about a million history facts roaming around in my head at any given moment. I have this uncanny knack for soaking up my favorite subject like a sponge. It should come in handy for when I intern in the curator’s office at the Natural History Museum next year. My weaknesses are pretty much in the same arena. No matter what the subject, I have to learn everything about it. It’s a blessing and a curse.

I can understand that! So what’s your family like, and how does your upbringing affect you now?

My family was a dear one. Full of love and kindness, but notice I said “was.” It seems as though tragedy has been with me since before I was born. My father never made it home from the Vietnam War, my grandparents died of elderly diseases and I lost my mom to breast cancer when I was seventeen. It’s been a rough road, but it’s made me who I am. Someday I’ll see them again, and when I do, they’ll see that they raised a strong, independent woman who could change the world in her own way. {wipes away a tear}

That's very touching. Lilly, if you could pick any object, what tangible object would you pick to symbolize you?

That’s an easy one: my great-grandmother’s ballerina statuette. It’s been in our family for 70-something years and has been passed down from generation to generation. My mother gave it to me shortly before she passed and I’ll treasure it until I can give it to a daughter I may have in the future.

[MJ slides a quick look at Brandon.] Describe Brandon. What was your first impression of him and did it change over time?

Mmm Brandon. {smiles} He’s probably the most handsome, well-round, gentlemanly man I’ve ever met. Think debonair old movie star with a musical flair. I think I was drawn to him from the very beginning. I met him being taken away by the police outside my apartment building, you know? So you would think my first impression would be fright or disappointment in the criminal I saw, but it wasn’t. I saw a sadness in his eyes that I couldn’t place, and it bugged me to no end. When we finally did meet, I learned why he was so despondent and helped him in his plight to find the truth to his many questions. Then slowly he changed into the loving, vibrant man I know and love today. Isn’t it amazing how time can change a person?

It is indeed! Is there anything about Brandon that you would consider a flaw?

Brandon’s only flaw is that he trusts too much. Sometimes he can’t see that people are taking advantage of him and it makes me so angry, because I know he deserves better. But then again, if he never trusted me to believe his odd tale, we would have never been brought together. So with the bad comes the good.

Just one more question, and this one's a fun one. If you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?


Probably curled up with a book, listening to Brandon play some guitar. Mmm there’s nothing better than spending the day with him. Well, not unless there’s a box of old letters to go through and research! Ooh and maybe there’d be a mystery uncovered in there and we’d have to rush over to the library and find out what was going on and…

Brandon: Honey… you’re doing it again.

Lilly: {laughs} The crazy historian thing?

Brandon: Uh huh, I don’t think the readers want to think of us spending the day together in a dusty, moldy library. And neither do I, for that matter.

Lilly: Would they rather hear about us snuggled up in bed all day then?

Brandon: Well…{slowly grins} I don’t know about them, but I sure as heck wouldn’t mind. Good-bye MJ. I’m taking her up on her idea before something historic comes around. Thanks for the interview!

[Clears throat.] Uhh, yes. Well, then. Uhh...thank you both for joining me today. And now, here's more about THE BLUE LUTE:


A doctoral candidate in history, Lilly Charles lives in a modern-day treasure trove of 1920s architecture—Manhattan’s St. Jean Apartments. The former hotel was once in the center of New York City’s jazz scene, and holds secrets Lilly is only beginning to discover.

A musical star in his own time, Brandon Crowley lived in an age of prohibition and gangsters, surrounded by the glamour of old Hollywood and the comfort of true friendships. As co-owner of the notorious speakeasy, The Blue Lute, he poured his life and love into his business—as a storm fueled by passion, liquor, murder and money was unleashed. And in the midst of it all, Brandon simply … disappeared.

When Lilly sees Brandon in a nearly 80-year-old photograph from the basement of the St. Jean, her reality comes undone. Could he be the same man she just saw arrested for breaking into the building? As Lilly is drawn deeper into the mysteries of Brandon’s life, a new storm of desire and danger begins to brew. Beneath the silvery moon and glitter of Times Square, an epic love story across the decades is about to unfold.


EXCERPT ~

Minutes later, the train stopped and Lilly exited, making her way to her new apartment. But as she turned the corner of 28th and 7th Street, there were two police cars parked in front of the building.

“Great,” she said with dismay. Her last apartment was in a bad neighborhood and in constant threat of crime. She’d specifically chosen this area for peace, quiet and a door that didn’t require five locks. She’d only moved in two days ago. This was not a good start. Standing back, she watched the action emerging from the front door. Her superintendent, Mr. Crooker, a large balding man eating a sandwich, stood off to the side as the two policemen were escorted a man out in handcuffs.
She inched up the steps and over to the super. 

“What’s going on?"

"Ehh, I found this creep snoopin’ around the basement.”

The police each had a hand on their captive’s elbows, leading him down to the car. Lilly stared at the man walking by. He was tall but hunched forward and when he turned his head, his dark, wavy hair to blew away from his face, revealing two pained blue eyes. Not a physical pain, but an emotional longing, deep and relentless. Something she knew all too well. She felt her chest rise in a gasp. His gaze locked onto hers and sympathy washed over her like a wave. Who was this man and what was troubling him so much that
his stare made her want to cry?

He was placed in the patrol car and through the window he gave her a gracious nod. Without thinking, Lilly raised her hand in a slow wave. The corner of his mouth lifted into a sort of smile, and the car drove away. She shivered and curled her fingers into her palm, wrapping her arms around her torso.

“Do you know him?” Mr. Crooker asked.

She shook her head. “I’ve never seen before in my life.”

"Huh. Could’ve fooled me.”

Author Bio:

Eryn LaPlant grew up wishing she could have lived in another time, so now she writes her own romances and lives through her characters. When not writing, she spends time with her loving husband, and their handsome son in the land of Lincoln. If she can't live in the past, she figures she can at least live amongst it!

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Hello to the world! I am a former slave for the working world and presently a woman of many trades. I am a wife, a mother, an antiques collector, a painter, a baker, a gardener, a photographer, a historian and my favorite by far a novelist (well except the first two in my list)! Thanks for checking me out!


You can find Eryn at: http://novelisterynlaplant.wordpress.com/ and on Facebook and Twitter.

You can purchase THE BLUE LUTE at: Amazon, Black Lion Publishing


GIVEAWAY!

Eryn would also like to give away a prize, some wonderful Blue Lute swag! Just be sure to ask Brandon or Lilly a question in the comments field and she will pick one winner at random. Please include your email address so that we can contact you about your prize.

Thanks for reading!

DR. VALERIE FORGARTY TELLS US ABOUT THE MELODY IN OUR HEARTS~A CHARACTER INTERVIEW


Good morning all! And welcome Dr. Fogarty! We're glad to have you join us this morning. 
I believe this is the first time I've ever interviewed a surgeon. I'm sure it will be fascinating, so let's get down to business.

First off, tell me about yourself?  What are your strengths and weaknesses?

I’m Irish, was born and grew up in Dublin, where I met the person who changed my life for good, my best friend Ryan. When he moved to Boston to attend Berkley College, I followed him so now I live in Boston, where I work as a doctor, a cardiac surgeon to be precise. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am now, and I can’t say it’s been a bed of roses. It’s been quite tough, and there was a short period of time when I gave up and left surgery, because I lost a patient during an operation and I couldn’t bring myself to step into an operating room ever again. I’d say that has been my weakness. I’d always known that I wouldn’t be able to save everyone, but when you lose a patient, well, it’s tough. And I wasn’t strong enough to get over it.

My strengths? Well, my one source of strength has always been Ryan, my very best friend since I was thirteen. He’s the shoulder I can cry on, the one person I can always depend on; he’s always been there for me and I know he always will.

Sounds like a good guy. So what is your earliest childhood memory?

Spending time with my grandfather, listening to his collection of old records, and listening to the story of how he met his best friend Thomas Wyler, Ryan’s grandfather. He used to tell me that story, and many more, over and over, while we listened to Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett, and drank tea.

Sound like you had a close relationship. Now here's a kind of offbeat question, but I think it's one that is very revealing: If you were to pick a tangible object that symbolized you, what would it be? 

Well, I guess that being a surgeon I should say a scalpel, but that’s not it. What symbolizes me is the Celtic ring that hangs from the silver chain around my neck. Ryan has the same ring, only he wears it on his right ring finger, while I can’t, because of my job, you know. We bought it together when we were still in Dublin, and appointed it as the official symbol of our friendship.  He’s never taken it off, all through these years; he’s always said it’s his lucky charm.
           
Describe Ryan for us. What was your first impression of him? Did it change over time?

When I first met Ryan I was thirteen and he was fifteen. I was a very shy girl, who didn’t fit in at school because I loved old music and my friends used to make fun of me. When I met him in the Music Club my grandfather and his had founded years before, I thought it was cool that I wasn’t the only teenager who liked old music. At first, when he spoke to me, I felt really self-conscious and didn’t know what to say, but then he grinned and something inside me relaxed. After a few minutes, it was as if we’d known each other all of our lives. We simply connected, I don’t know why or how, I guess it was just meant to be. We felt this sort of bond, as if we were siblings who’d been separated at birth and had found each other years later. I obviously thought he was a good-looking boy, with his hazel eyes, and dark hair, with a funny forelock hiding half of his brow that he always had to brush aside because it got into his eyes, but I’ve never really seen Ryan as just a boy, someone I could have a crush on. He’s always been Ryan, my best friend and the brother I never had. He hasn’t changed much over the years, apart from having that forelock cut and getting taller and more masculine, and even more handsome if I may say it; but apart from that, sometimes he’s still the same fifteen-year-old boy I used to hang out with. And I’m glad success hasn’t changed him.

Is there anything about Ryan that you would consider a flaw?

I don’t know if this is a flaw, but Ryan is just too good to be true. I’ve always hated (but in a good way) the confidence he has, and how he always succeeds at everything he does. He’s got this magnetic charm he doesn’t even know he possesses, and once you get to know him, you simply can’t not like him. It’s always been like that, back when we were teenagers and girls drooled over him, without him even noticing, and then again when he became a jazz star and screaming girls threw themselves at him –well, in that case he actually noticed them, but it was impossible not to!
              
Yeah. I guess so! If you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?

As a young surgeon, I don’t get many free days. I have to struggle to earn a reputation in my hospital, so I guess an unexpected free day would be a blessing! Although I guess I’d be so tired I’d probably want to spend it sleeping all day long, I think I’d probably ask Ryan to take me to Disney World. I might be too old for that, but I’m sure Ryan and I would have a whale of a time there. Deep down, we’re still kids, you know?

Absolutely! I could say the same for my husband and I.  Valerie, what CD is in your CD player right now?
               
Do I need to say it? One of Ryan’s of course! But every now and then I still love listening to Frank Sinatra, our musical hero and the artist who inspired Ryan to pursue a musical career.
               
Very interesting discussion! Thanks for taking the time to join us Dr. Forgarty, and please come back any time. 


THE MELODY IN OUR HEARTS

Doctor Valerie Fogarty studied hard to become a competent surgeon, but losing a patient during an operation made her throw everything out the window and now she can't set foot into an operating room anymore. Until her best friend Ryan is brought into the ER on a stretcher, fighting for his life after a terrible car accident and she’s the only one who can save him. Meeting him as a teenager in their hometown in Ireland was the turning point in her life and she knows she will never be able to live without him. Will her determination and skills be enough to save Ryan's life?

Jazz Star Ryan Wyler grew up in Dublin, with a dream of becoming a professional pianist and continuing the legacy of his musical hero, Frank Sinatra. When opportunity knocks and he's offered the chance to pursue a real music career, he's happy to accept it, unaware that what he's actually accepting is a package deal he will have no control over. But when success keeps him away from Valerie, his best friend since adolescence, Ryan will have to question his choices.

A story about the value of true friendship, the power of dreams, and the unpredictability of love.




                         

Excerpt:

“I know it’ll be hard for you, Val; it’ll be hard for me, too. It feels like we’ve grown up together, even though we’ve only known each other for a few years, and we’ve spent so much time with each other that we think we’ll never make it on our own.” He took her hand again, and she intertwined her fingers with his. It had always come so naturally, and it was something they did often, even when other people made fun of them, saying they were acting like two sweethearts. “Our friendship’s gonna last forever, wherever I’ll be, wherever you’ll be. I promise. Besides, we’ll be together again in two years.”

The street light shone on his face, and she saw that he was smiling. Once again he had understood the way she was feeling without her having to say it out loud. She knew that she would never feel the same with anybody else, and the thought made her even sadder.

“I’ll tell you something,” he said, seeing her hesitation and taking her other hand. “To seal this promise I made and as a sort of eternal friendship pact, I want my first kiss to be with you.”

Valerie stared wide-eyed at him and he shrugged, smiling.

“Don’t let it go to your head, now! If I have to become a heart-breaker while I’m in Boston, I want to make sure I’m good at it!”

Valerie laughed and felt the sadness suddenly disappear.

“Right, so I’m going to be your Guinea pig…” She sighed dramatically. “Oh well, what wouldn’t a girl do for her best friend?”

They both laughed, and he let go of her hands, brushing aside the forelock from his face.

“They say you never forget the first kiss, so I want it to be with you. I want to remember you forever, just the way you are now. When we’re apart, we’ll grow, we’ll change, and maybe, when we meet again, we won’t recognize each other anymore. I want you to know that you’ve been my best friend ever, Valerie, and that I’ll never forget the years we’ve spent together.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes again, but she tried to fight them back.

“I’ll never forget you either, Ryan.”

He smiled at her, then took her face in his hands and gently brushed her lips in a sweet, fraternal kiss. A kiss neither of them would ever forget.

Author bio:

An avid reader since her childhood years and being an only child, Roberta always enjoyed the company of her fictional friends from the children’s books she loved reading, while she dreamed of writing her own stories one day.

It was when she discovered novels by authors Rosamunde Pilcher and Maeve Binchy in her teenage years that she realized it was time she put down in words the stories she had kept well hidden in her mind until then.

What started as a hobby, soon turned into a real passion and a way of life, until she could no longer keep the stories to herself, and decided to get over her fears and share them with the world.

Roberta lives in Italy, but her dream is to move out of her country and live either in a thatched cottage in the Irish countryside or in a country house with a swing on the back porch, somewhere in the United States, where she would love to spend her days writing novels as a full-time job, and maybe one day even get as far as writing a screenplay for a movie.

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