Please join The Roses in welcoming our guest, Maria K. Alexander.
I grew up in an Italian household where food was the center of every
family gathering. Everyone brought a covered dish and/or dessert, even for a regular
Sunday afternoon dinner. While this part of my childhood was memorable, it
doesn’t bode well for the waistline. I’ve been diligent over the years and have
worked hard to keep fit and learn the meaning of portion size and control. And
if that means I have to say “no” to Aunt Carmella’s cheesecake, so be it!
Usually, that is.
I sit all day for both my day job and as a writer. So it’s important to
schedule time to take care of my physical and mental health to keep the writing
muse in tip-top shape. It’s not easy. When push comes to shove and I’m pressed
with a deadline, fitness is the first thing to go by the wayside. Here are a
few tips I work hard to maintain:
1.
Ten in ten – do ten sets of ten
sit-ups. I vary the type, alternating between my upper, lower, and side abs. I
try and do this first thing in the morning while my laptop is booting up and
the coffee is perking. If you’re pressed for time, do five sets in the morning
and another while you’re drying your hair (I love standing abs!).
2.
Exercise for at least 30-60 minutes
three times per week. I’m a member of Jazzercise® and enjoy how
I can dance my way fit.
3.
Join a fitness challenge. I was part of one
for my day job with ten other women. We committed to working out three times a
week. While I maintained my weight, I pushed myself to find more creative ways
to exercise even when I couldn’t get to my class. I’ve even seen Facebook
fitness challenges that can help motivate you while being social at the same
time.
4.
Put down the [fill in the blank]. For me it’s chips and ice cream. The two are
my worst enemy, especially when I have two growing kids and a husband who
doesn’t have to worry about his waistline (and frustratingly, doesn’t crave
sweets the way I do). If you have them in the house, put them way back in the
pantry or freezer and put healthier foods in front. Out of sight out of mind…at
least that’s the hope.
5.
Portion size. For me, trying to
avoid eating something I know I shouldn’t only makes me want it more. I’ve
learned to allow myself to eat smaller portions if I find I must have
something. It helps satisfy my craving and prevents me from gorging on it. I
also take small bites and chew slowly to savor each morsel.
Now that I’ve filled your head with tips for healthier eating and
staying fit, I’m going to tempt you by telling you about my current
Contemporary Romance. Forever in My Heart is a sexy
contemporary romance set in the backdrop of Philadelphia. The story has a
sprinkle of comedy, a dash of suspense, drool-worthy alpha males, Italian
traditions, and enough decadent desserts to tempt you to head to the nearest
bakery!
Vicky
DiFrancesco owns the hot new café in town, and she’s up early each day to bake decadent
desserts that will remind you of your grandmother’s kitchen. They’ve been known
to bring even the strongest men—and women—to their knees. Jamie DiSilva is home
after retiring from the army and finds himself in the middle of a mystery
involving one of his late brothers. A mystery that puts the girl he left behind
in danger. Now he must redeem himself to the girl he never stopped loving and
protect her from danger—even if she doesn’t want his help.
Vicky
may bake all day but she can kick some ass when pressed, especially when faced
with a trio of goons on the trail for something they think is hidden in her
café. Here’s a scene where she puts her self-defense moves to good use.
Excerpt from Forever in My Heart
No
doubt her nerves were shot. She should have waited for Jamie, or at least
Tristan and Lucy. Patience had never been her virtue, a trait she shared with
her sister. Sometimes that caused Vicky to act before she thought about
possible repercussions. She swiped at the sweat that had formed on her
forehead. Hand deep in dirt, it was too late to stop now. She needed to focus
and finish what she started.
By
the time the area around the statue was complete, she was sweating, despite her
tank top and ponytail. She stood and prepared to fill the pots she’d bought to
flank each side of the bench. She heard a sound behind her and figured Father
Dave must of have returned.
“I’m
fine, Father. You don’t need to be…”
Her
words trailed off when she came face to face with Jimmy and Snake.
Shit. Not Father Dave.
She
was so screwed, she thought, and reached for the trowel.
“You
think that little shovel is going to protect you, prissy girl?” Jimmy said and
took a step closer to her.
“Get
out of here. Father Dave is coming back to help me, and if he sees you two
clowns here, he’ll call the police.”
“Oh,
I’m really scared, princess. Maybe your cop brother will come here to protect
you,” Jimmy taunted.
“Or
maybe your boyfriend?” Snake asked.
She
flicked a glance over at the taller guy. The same skinniness as Jimmy only his
arms had bulk and were covered in tattoos. In combination with the bald head
and pierced lip, it made Michael Riggio—aka Snake—one freaky-looking guy.
“Where’s
DiSilva?” Jimmy asked.
“He’s
meeting me here. Give me a break, guys. I’m planting flowers for Father Dave.
I’m not bothering anyone.”
She
reached in her pocket for her cell phone, frowning when she realized she’d left
it in the car. Freaking great. She was on her own, unless her lie was correct
and Father Dave decided to return by some miracle. Since the chance of that
happening was as likely as the earth opening and sucking Jimmy and Snake into
the fires of hell, Vicky was going to have to defend herself against these assholes
on her own. She glanced down and found the spade she’d used earlier. Only
marginally better than the trowel, she grabbed it regardless.
“You
and DiSilva have been causing us a lot of problems,” Jimmy said.
“Back
off. I’m not defenseless like I was the night you broke into my place, Jimmy.
Only instead of Italian cream cake you’re going to get an Italian knuckle
sandwich.” She hoped she sounded surer than she felt. Her fingers trembled, and
she gripped the spade tighter.
Snake
lunged first. She swung the spade and cracked him in the shoulder. Rather than
stopping him, all it accomplished was breaking the cheap gardening tool in two.
Crap.
He
came at her again. Tossing aside the useless sticks, she reached out for his
forearm and using all of her one hundred and twenty pounds, flipped. He landed
with a thud and a cry.
Wimp.
The
hours spent at those self-defense classes Nick had forced on her after the Sal
incident all seemed worth it, now. Thank
you, overprotective brother.
Grabbing
the sticks again, she turned to Jimmy. “You next?”
“I’d
watch my back if I were you, bitch,” Jimmy sneered.
“No,
I’d watch yours.” Jamie stepped out from the shadows and wrapped Jimmy in a
choke hold. “Get your scrawny ass out of here and leave my girl alone. Fuck
with her and you fuck with me. Got it?” he growled before shoving him to the
ground.
Vicky
had never seen Jamie quite so angry. She wasn’t sure if it scared or aroused
her.
Jimmy
and Snake both scrambled to their feet and took off. With Sal’s goons gone,
Jamie fixed his gaze on her. Based on the fierce expression on his face, Vicky
had more to worry about facing him than the two pathetic creatures who just
crawled away.
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About the Author
Maria K. Alexander is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. When
not writing, Maria loves to read, bake, downhill ski, visit the beach, and
watch romantic comedies. Maria lives in New Jersey with her husband and
children, and writes in her “spare” time between juggling a full-time job and
her kids’ busy schedules. You can keep in touch with Maria and read about her
other works at http://mariakalexander.com.
