Leslie Noyes Author

Watching this. Anyone else? Gorgeous gritty everything—actors, Bombay, plot. Having trouble, however, with sympathy for our hero who can’t keep himself out of trouble after extreme consequences to his person—over and over again. He is nevertheless hard to look away from. Sensitive fatally flawed men are candy in fiction—at least they are my candy—but I don’t want one around the house!

A grand time was had yesterday at a wonderfully informal author event sponsored by the Ashland and Concord Free Libraries in Massachusetts. My haul is shown below. There are also a couple books I’ll pick up via Kindle.

I particularly can’t wait to read the Weina Dai Randal novel that takes place in Shanghai. It’s about a Chinese woman and Jewish immigrant to China, incorporating little known history (to most of us) about the Jews who fled Europe to China between world wars—one of the few countries that allowed them in.

Thanks to all of the authors including Loretta Chase and Caroline Linden, who gave their time to hang out with all us, their joyful readers.

Are you into reviewing what you read in Goodreads or BookBub? I've just started adding the occasional review to my BookBub content. I should warn you that if you are expecting that I review erotic fiction or women's fiction, the two genres I tend to mix when I write, you will be disappointed. I review what I'm enthusiastic about. And right now, I want you to know about "Summer Hours at the Robbers Library" by Sue Halpern. Like me, Sue has only one novel under her belt, although she has written some other fiction, and makes her living as a journalist.

I totally adore her novel. It is on my favorites list. Maybe my review will convince you to give it a try. https://www.bookbub.com/reviews/2363436280

To find out what else catches my fancy, check out my website at LeslieNoyesAuthor.com

Leslie Morris Noyes recommends Summer Hours at the Robbers Library I adore this novel. But explaining it isn't easy. I confess that I gravitate toward fiction that crosses genre lines, which can make explaining the story a little complicated. A little bit romance, a little bit suspense, and a little bit YA—because there is a teenager trying to figure out the word...

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It is Glory-of-the-Snow season. Whatever happens next to the weather, I know it is spring. Here's a reminiscence about my encounters with what has become for me, a joyful rite of spring.
https://www.leslienoyesauthor.com/glory-of-the-snow/

A photo I took of the early morning fog lifting on the marsh in Georgia. I image my heroine, Liz, who is a photographer, could have done a lot better. The release of Willing is March 23rd!

Only 5 days to release day!

A little news: An interview with me in The Writing Cooperative. https://writingcooperative.com/search?q=Leslie%20Noyes

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It was fun to watch the last episode of Virgin River (though the ending wasn't fun), and discover that one of the songs in my "Willing" play list was used in the scene where Mel and Jack finally get together. The song, from Hozier's 2019 album "Wasteland, Baby!" is "Movement." The playlist can be found here: https://www.leslienoyesauthor.com/resources/

Appears that the music editor for the show and I both think this song is very sexy.

The Tea Divide
Let’s start here: I come from a family who sweetens tea to our individual tastes. For instance, my grandmother, Sarah Mary, took her iced tea with a teeny-tiny saccharin tablet—the only artificial sweetener available back then. At home, she stirred it in with a long monogrammed spoon. When dining out, she brought her own saccharin, as it was rare for those little tablets to be on offer. Dieting wasn’t a “thing” restaurateurs supported in the early ’60s.

I did not think much about iced tea arriving at the table presweetened until I was 53 and visiting Georgia for the first time. Up to that point, the farthest South I’d ever been was Baltimore, where I had family, and if tea came with the sugar preloaded, I never noticed. Finish reading at: https://www.leslienoyesauthor.com/the-tea-divide/

Publication release date is coming! March 23rd. Can't wait!

No Georgia for me this year with Covid-19 raging. Staying in Vermont—one of the saner places in the World right now—or so it seems to me. But I do miss the Southern sensibility and wit on display here, a roadside sighting in Darien, Georgia, a couple years back.

The Ge**er Daisies sitting on my desk add warm cheer on a very cold day.

Dad found us a place on Saint Simons Island in Georgia. For this Yankee, something about the South, aside from the pronounced political differences and the temperate winter climate, was totally alien from life in Vermont. For one thing, between kitchen fires and termites, there isn’t a lot of anything that is much over a hundred years old, until you drive north to well-preserved Savannah, to south, to Saint Augustine, Florida. Yet, in terms of human settlement, the Georgia coast is ancient. If you get a chance, visit Sapelo Island where there are 4000+ year old shell middens made by the American Indians who inhabited the area.

Part II: How a die-hard Yankee fell in love with the South and ended up writing a novel.

Right about when I was entirely sick of winter, my father fell on an icy sidewalk. The fall almost killed him. I suggested we pool our not-so-ample resources and find a rental in a temperate place for the following winter since I work for myself and can work anywhere I have a wifi connection.

To be continued…

Part I of how a Yankee graphic designer ended up writing a novel featuring the Georgia Coast.

Let's start here: The year was 2009 and I was done with winter. I used to ski, which made winter bearable, but it seemed that even when Vermont winters delivered snow without rain ruining it, the temperatures accompanying the white stuff would turn you into a pillar of ice in no minutes flat. Plus the winds on the ski slopes could push you back up the mountain—no chairlift needed.

Not my kind of skiing. And if you don't want to ski across hills or down, and snowshoes leave you—well—cold, heading south for the winter starts to look very appealing.

To be continued...

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"If you’ve had your heart broken as badly as I have—the kind of broken that takes years to heal but never quite does; the kind that forever after leaves an abrasion to ooze fresh blood if you’re stupid enough to even glance at it—well then, you understand where I’m coming from, and why I’m content to leave love out of the relationship equation. After my last disastrous love affair five years ago, I slammed the door with the valentine pinned on it and nailed it closed for good. I haven’t regretted it, not even once.
I’m content.

Or rather, I was content until C. made his entrance."

— Willing

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