Taking a Risk for Love
My heroine of This Love of Mine, Meg Halloran, is not a risk taker. She’s a dutiful daughter and a hardworking bridal shop owner struggling to get her business off the ground, and she’s overwhelmed in many ways.
She’s fantasized about Ben Rushford, an ER doctor, for too many years, and she finally decides to kick the habit. And it’s at that point that fate has other ideas.
Initially, Meg is the kind of woman who gets tongue-tied in front of Ben. She thinks she’s not the kind of woman he prefers and she couldn’t be more wrong. Ben is keeping a secret that impacts both of their lives and which has kept him away from her for years.
The thing I love about Meg’s evolution is that she gets thrown into a crazy situation and she gives it her all—even though it takes her way, way out of her comfort zone. She goes from barely being able to converse with Ben to being his dignified, articulate date in front of his potential future employers. She gets up and dances—something that makes her very, very nervous. She goes to a camp for diabetic children with Ben armed with Deep Woods Off and finds herself scaling a muddy obstacle course in a competition.
Her motto may as well be this one…
But Meg is no pushover. She learns through the course of the book to value her own self worth. She finds she’s the only one who can push through the great barriers Ben has erected around himself and get to the bottom of the heartbreaking secret he carries. The courage it takes to be honest comes at a great risk, one she is very uncomfortable with taking. But she takes that risk for love.
Ben, too, puts up a happy-go-lucky front for everyone although his inner self is a lot different. He is an upstanding, hardworking, good, good guy, (and hot), but he hasn’t been able to reach out to Meg for years. I love this story because both of these characters free each other in totally different ways. Love, forgiveness, acceptance, and the total honesty that breaks down barriers and frees a person to be the person he or she was meant to be–their best self. (And yes, this is why I love romance!)
Hope you enjoy the trouble Meg and Ben get into…and have a few laughs along the way.
Happy Fall!
Miranda
This Love of Mine is available starting October 6th. (See my book page for retailers.)
Heart and Sole: A Story of Second Chances
Who doesn’t want a chance for a do-over? In anything—maybe you think about The One Who Got Away. Or maybe you wish you’d picked a different career. Or came from a different family (although, sorry, can’t help you with that one :).
My heroine of Heart and Sole, Maddie Kingston, is a desperate woman who’s made some mistakes. It took her five years to get through college because she kept changing her major. Her father begged her to get a business degree so she could help out in the family shoe company but she majored in graphic design instead. Her parents loaned her money for a start-up that went belly-up instead. And she darn near married a sweet talkin’ cowboy who was wrong for her in every way. Oh, and not to forget…a year ago she slept with That Guy from her past that she Just Can’t Forget…only to learn that he’s about to decimate her family’s company. Oops.
But she has Heart. Oh, a lot of it. And she’s got the courage to put everything on the line to save the family business for her ailing father even though she has zero experience. She’s the sibling that quits the only secure job she’s ever had to go back home to help. And she uses every last penny of her savings, plus her sister’s honeymoon money, to bid on the one man she hates in a charity bachelor auction because he’s the only one who can help her save the business. Only two problems…he’s about to take it over. And she doesn’t really hate him.
A huge and mysterious family feud that’s gone on for a generation has kept these two star-crossed lovers apart. Their loyalties may be divided, but the sizzling hot chemistry that flares between them doesn’t really give a flying about that.
I loved writing this story because it’s hopeful. Because in our lives, like Maddie’s, things often don’t work out quite the way we expect. Families squabble, and we make bad choices sometimes that cost us a lot of emotional pain.
Maddie finds the courage to venture way out of her comfort zone and dare to dream big, dare to take huge risks that will lead to her fulfilling her own dreams in ways she can’t even imagine. Add to the mix one heart-of-gold (but misguided) (and wounded, of course he’s got to be wounded!) billionaire who gets dragged back to their podunk little town who can’t help but fall for her despite his loyalty to his own grandfather and you’ve got Heart and Sole. Life may be complicated but things can work out…especially with a few laughs along the way.
Hope you enjoy it!
Cover reveal for Heart and Sole!
Here’s one hottie billionaire, who graces the cover of my first Entangled release, which is out July 14. He’s so adorable, what do you think???
Odds and Ends
Spring has finally arrived in Ohio! And not a moment too soon! I’m busy making deadlines but I thought I’d post a few links from some fun things I’ve been doing around the internet lately:
–This past week, on the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog, I got to give my hero, Brad, some badly needed first-date advise! Click here to view.
—FOR WRITERS: I did a post at Romance University on ways to keep tension in your writing. Click here to view.
—Blog interview at Land of Books: Click here to view.
–Lastly, here’s a peek at Meg and Ben on the gorgeous cover for my next Mirror Lake novel, This Love of Mine, coming in October:
Enjoy the amazing weather! (I’m still so shell-shocked from winter, every time I look outside and see green I still can’t believe it :))
Miranda
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My Tale of Willow Ware
I am a dishaholic, I admit it. I recently read an article in Time that said we Americans are overrun with stuff. Stuff is cheaper than ever before–cheap clothing, thanks to places like Forever 21 and H and M, and nonessential goods that we don’t need but buy anyway are everywhere. 
So I am working on purging my room of shame–my attic–of all the fake flowers, Christmas decorations, and kids’ stuff that is probably more sentimental for me than them. But one thing I will never get rid of is my dishes.
When I was younger, I was unenlightened. I asked for everyday dishes for my wedding. What was I thinking!
But my mother-in-law, who is now 85 with dementia, taught me something invaluable about them. For every one of her holiday meals–and this woman could serve 30 without blinking–she would stand by a large stack of dishes, and graciously hand them out as everyone came up to fill their plates. “Go eat,” she’d simply say.
She loved dishes. As we cleaned up, she would say how pretty they were. It made me notice dishes for the first time–their beauty, their artwork. She had a great collection of platters and plates in all different sizes, colors, and patterns and she used every last one of them to feed my husband’s large extended family.
And then she started on me. In one of our first apartments, I had bought a few faux-Willow Ware plates to stick in a hutch we had, just to fill it up. She noticed–oh, man, did she notice–and thus started a years-long quest to gift me each Christmas with every size, shape, and number of Willow Ware accessories that were known to mankind.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had no idea what Willow Ware even was. But I do now! And I love it. I now have enough of this classic pattern to feed half a city–or at least the family at holidays and gatherings.
The thing that I love the most about this 200-plus year pattern is that it tells a love story. Take a look at the first plate above. It’s the story of a wealthy Mandarin’s daughter (a scholar in Imperial China) who fell in love with her father’s accountant, who was not of the same class. He was thrown out by her father and she was imprisoned in a little house by a lake surrounded by a fence to keep her lover out. Her intended, a wealthy duke, comes for her by boat, bearing a box of jewels. But her lover came for her and they fled across a bridge under **a willow tree**, being chased by the duke, who is holding a whip. The lovers escape to a pagoda but are captured. But the gods have mercy on them and transform them into doves who fly into their happily ever after.
Someday, I hope I’m the tranquil granny who stands before enough food for an army, quietly handing everyone a plate and telling them to come eat. And I hope I get to tell the willow legend to grandkids as they eat off those plates. And I hope that my kids will treasure all the meals we’ve had on the Willow Ware and that these memories carry fondly into all their holidays with their own families. Because for me, I remember the kindness of a wise woman who knew that I would need–and one day treasure–those plates! And I will also treasure the memories they will always bring me of her.