Kathy Reinhart, author of Lily
White Lies
Blurb:
Meg Embry has finally faced up to the fact that the shine
has worn off her engagement ring, her family members are the equivalent of
comfortable strangers and her dreams are running faster than she is. Change is
imminent, but where does she begin?
With the support of her two closest friends, one who’ll make
her laugh and one who’ll let her cry, Meg faces life head on and learns that
sometimes, love, family and betrayal are bound together by lily white lies.
Excerpt:
I bit down on my lip as the door handle slowly turned. The
door opened and a big-bosomed woman in a simple gray dress squealed with
delight. “Connor, my boy. Come here and give me a hug. Why do you wait so long
between visits?”
Con wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, giving her
what she requested. Turning to me, he said, “Meg, this is Ivory…” the affection
in his eyes was apparent as he continued, “She’s been like a second mother to
me and the only person—other than my grandmother—who could put up with Joker
for any length of time.”
Ivory let out a belly laugh. “The ornery one. Yes, well,
he’s an acquired taste.” She extended her hand. “Ivory Steck, I’m the
housekeeper here, and you are?”
Taking her hand, I replied, “Meg. Meg Embry.”
“Embry?” Turning her attention to Con, she asked, “Is your
grandfather expecting you… better yet, is your grandfather expecting her?”
Offering a mischievous smile, Con answered, “I thought we’d
surprise him.”
Ivory shook her head and motioned us in. “Oh, you will. The
man’s over seventy-years-old, you may just be dishing up his last surprise.”
I found her remark disturbing and turned to Con for
reassurance. He smiled and shook his head at Ivory.
“Mom used to say there wasn’t enough arsenic in the world to
kill him off so I wouldn’t worry about this fazing him.”
Ivory let out another full belly laugh causing her large
chest to vibrate, and then led us from the foyer, down a long hall.
The house was enormous with pressed tin ceilings that had to
be at least twelve feet high, an open staircase that was a solid sex feet wide
and plank flooring covered with enough lacquer to reflect the light that
streamed through the floor to ceiling windows. Carved in intricate detail, the
woodwork was commonplace in a house built over a century ago. Antique furniture
filled every corner of every room and framed artwork hung on the walls.
The hallway ended at a set of French doors, the glass panes
covered by white lace curtains. Ivory stopped I n front of the doors, turned
toward us, and said, “Good luck,” as she knocked twice.
I heard, “What is it?” barked out from behind the door.
Ivory appeared unaffected by his rudeness. “Your grandson is
here to visit. Shall I send him in?”
“Grandson? It’s been so damn long since I’ve seen the boy; I
almost forgot I had one. Yeah, get him on in here.”
Ivory opened the door, offering a sympathetic smile.
Con patted her arm and whispered, “Don’t worry Ivory. I’ll
get her out before he hurts her.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat. What had I gotten myself
in to? I looked up in time to catch Con wink at Ivory and let out the breath
I’d been holding.
About the author:
Kathy Reinhart, restauranteur turned author
of 3 novels, including the award-winning ‘Lily White Lies’ lives in
southern Pennsylvania where aside from writing, she enjoys interacting with
other authors on her blog ‘Ink Drop Interviews’, cooking, horses, travel, but
most of all, spending time with her granddaughters, Joonie & the Little
One.
Visit Kathy at
