BLURB
Take a crabby woman of a certain age, move her to the wintry shores of a New York lake, and then throw in a martini-loving ghost from 1920s Manhattan. Last, stir in the good-looking grape grower who lives up the hill. Now there’s a recipe for a potent screwball cocktail!
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EXCERPT
“Trust me, it will hit you like a brick of gold.”
That’s Bob. He’s my ghost. Well, not my ghost since I’m sitting here writing, but the ghost who lives with me. Other women probably get muscleman ghosts who can fix plumbing and take out the garbage, or romantic ghosts who set their hearts a-flutter. Me, I get a ghost who’s middle-aged, plump, and who likes to lounge around the house in a silk smoking jacket from the nineteen-thirties. Not exactly the kind of ghost I’d ever imagined I’d get. I will admit, though, that Bob does make an amazing martini. A martini that, in fact, hits you like a brick of gold.
I found, unfortunately, the longer Bob lived at my place, the more I appreciated his skill with martinis. Which was probably not a great thing for my liver, or my relationships with my sisters, but what the heck.
Remember the Great Recession? According to the newspapers, some consumers seem to be wiping it from their memories, but it had a big impact on a lot of people, including me. That economy hurt. Lost jobs, lost houses, lost marriages, lost hopes—lives turned upside down in the flutter of a pink slip. People scrambling just to keep from drowning—couch surfing, penny pinching, living newly frugal lives.
Like millions of others, the economy sucked me into its undertow…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Roz Murphy is the pseudonym of a shy, retiring writer who doesn’t want her neighbors to know how nutty she really is. Brooklyn-born and Jersey-bred, Roz now lives on the misty shore of one of New York’s beautiful Finger Lakes. Prior to that, her business writing career took her to many locations, including Manhattan, where she worked for a number of years. As a freelance and corporate writer, Roz won several national and international writing and communications awards.
Now Roz is pursuing her first love—fiction. She’s writing the ‘Bob’ books, the humorous chronicle of a crabby ‘woman of a certain age’ who moves to the wintry shores of a New York lake—and gets a ghost. And not just any ghost, mind you. Bob’s a plump, middle-aged ghost from 1920s Manhattan who swans around in a silk smoking jacket and drinks far too many martinis. Stir the good-looking grape grower who lives up the hill into this mix and you get a pretty potent screwball cocktail!
When she’s not reading, writing, hill-walking, staring mindlessly out the window at the lake or piling rocks onto her ever-diminishing lakefront, you can usually find Roz hanging out with her family, travelling, or exploring the amazing wines and wineries of the Finger Lakes.
‘Bob at the Lake’ is exclusively available as a Kindle download from Amazon. Please join Roz Murphy Author on FaceBook for updates on the many adventures of Roz, David—and Bob.
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Thank you for hosting
My pleasure!
The title and excerpt feels like a great women’s lit novel. Thanks for sharing!
I thought so too. I sounds like a hoot. ^_^ Thanks for stopping in.
Sherry, thanks so much for inviting Bob and me to spend some time with you today. What a nice blog you have! I look forward to returning later to answer any question, etc. In the meantime, have a great day.
Thanks so much for visiting, Roz. Unfortunately, I am having some trouble with my blog email program and am waiting for my computer guy to get in touch with me. I will be shouting it out!
Sherry, thanks so much for hosting me on your lovely blog today! I’ll check in later to answer any questions… Roz (ps–yes, Bob is definitely a hoot. A pain in the butt, but definitely a hoot…)
How come I don’t have a Bob? I want a Bob to make martinis for me. ::sigh:: Thanks for the excerpt; I want more of that too. 🙂
Nice new pic. I guess that means its thawing out round your place. Here’s its been snowing for the last three days.
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Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice? This sounds like a really fun book. Thanks on the pic. I’m in Florida, but the pic is from when I lived in New York. I was tired of seeing the snow and this was handy. I do remember what it was like waiting for winter to be over and I don’t miss it at all. ^_^
Hmm, a ghost named Bob..this sounds interesting, and fun!
I am laughing my way through it. ^_^ Different from the usual ghost stories I have read and I’m liking that.
I vaguely remember the recession. Being fourteen at the time certainly helped insulate me from reality.
I don’t think any of us want to remember that. ^_^