April
Fools! Nope, I’m not going to trick you
today, but I do want to talk to you about life’s trip-ups…the idea we face a
bad lie or two as we toddle along through our lives. In golf, a ‘bad lie’ is a place my golf
ball comes to rest that causes me to use expletives describing my bad
luck. The picture I show you here,
represents a whole green that is a X*#!@ bad lie (In Coeur d'Alene). More specifically, when I hit my ball, and it
lands in a divot, against a rock, or a trunk of a tree, or in deep weeds, I
can’t move the ball to improve my lie. I
have to hit from that horrible spot (or suffer a penalty stroke)!
In my new
romantic suspense novel, BAD LIES http://a.co/0DuYNPn, the
title holds a double meaning, because the lives of my characters are endangered
by a series of coincidences and deliberate nefarious actions of other
people. My golf heroine’s ball lands in
some tricky spots; villains hand her some bad lies as well.
Think
about a ‘bad lie’ you have been dealt in your life, one you couldn’t improve
and you had to ‘live with.’ When I was a
teenager and taller than anyone in my class, I thought being 5’10” was the
worst bad lie possible. But I’ve learned
to enjoy being a tall woman, petite next to my 6’5” husband. No, the bad lie I’ve had to struggle with all
my life-my big feet, once a size 11; now a size 12. Can’t do anything about ‘em. Early on, no one made women’s shoes my size,
and if they did, they were ugly. Finding
big and comfortable shoes that didn’t make my feet look like cruise ships was a
fool's errand; no ‘normal’ shoe store had my size. Nordstrom’s helped, but even today, to locate
on line a pair of golf shoes my size (forget stylish)? I’m
lucky to have two choices.
There,
I’ve told you about the ‘bad lie’ I’ve had to live with. How about you?
Italy’s haunted caves spell danger for an American golfer and a NATO
geologist
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Sophie
Maxwell is a late-blooming, unorthodox golfer, and mother of a precocious
thirteen year-old. Determined to put divorce, bankruptcy, and a penchant for
gambling in her past, Sophie goes to Italy for a qualifying golf tournament.
Jack
Walker turned his back on a pro golfing career to become a geologist. As a
favor to his ailing father he’ll caddy for Sophie; off hours, he’ll find caves
on the Mediterranean coast, suitable for NATO listening posts for terrorist
activity.
Someone is
determined to stop Jack’s underground hunt and ruin Sophie’s chances to win her
tournament.
On a Rome golf
course and in the Amalfi coast’s haunted caves, all the odds are stacked
against Sophie and Jack. In their gamble of a lifetime, who wins?
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