Hello and welcome to The Author Roast and Toast. For today’s celebration, we invite you to join us for a lobster bake on the sunny shores of Long Island to celebrate Sara Humphreys book
"The Amoveo Legacy"
After a long, snowy winter, grab your beach bag, sun glasses and sun screen. Don’t forget to bring your surf board and appetite. And here’s the best part. Rumor has it, once the party starts rolling, there may even be some karaoke singing from our fun-loving guests!
Behind the curtains, the hostesses three dress for the beach party, bickering like blue jays. As usual, Mary hogs the mirror. Donned in a flashy orange and yellow string bikini, she strikes a pose, pivoting this way and that to admire her fake hooters. Festive island music drifts through the speakers, and the girls swing their hips while getting ready. Sharon, clad in a black leather bikini, does her rather impressive rendition of “The Bump” and knocks Mary out of the way.
She spins this way and that, grinning away while snapping her fingers to the beat. “HMM. I’m sure I’ll turn heads in this sexy little number. Doncha think, girls?”
Lyn and Mary shriek with laughter. They point at Sharon’s backside, their whispers buzzing like a swarm of bees. “She’ll turn heads all right. Who could miss her? Wow, good thing leather stretches. Sure hope it doesn’t snap.”
“I heard that,” Sharon applies a coat of lip gloss to her full, sensuous lips, blowing a kiss before tearing herself away. “Aren’t my new lips stunning?”
Mary chortles. “How much Botox did that quack of a doc squeeze into them?”
“About as much silicone as he pumped into your hooters.”
Lyn, shakes it up, her big feet dancing as she belts out, “And we’ll have fun, fun, fun, 'til your daddy takes the T-Bird away” and lands in front of the mirror to admire her recent tummy tuck. Pleased as punch, she examines her new body, smartly squeezed into a hot pink bikini. She pets it and pats it while Sharon and Mary snicker. Sharon whispers to Mary. “I heard her on the phone yesterday, making another appointment to have a face lift. But still she denies it. Watch me get her. So, Lyn, where did you get your tummy tuck, sweetie? Inquiring minds wanna know.”
Lyn whips her head around in a move that would do Linda Blair proud. “Tummy tuck? I’ll have you know I slaved at the gym for months to get back my girlish figure.”
“Sure, honey. Did you take those little white pills the doc gave you, you know the ones for your hallucinations?”
Mary is back in the mirror, center stage, admiring her oversized knockers. Sharon grabs her beach cover and bag. “Let’s go, girls. We have to help Oliver before Sara and the guests arrive. Just a word of warning, Mary. We found out that silicone sinks to the bottom. Remember when one fell off and Junior and Cuddles thought it was a big rubber ball and rolled it into the pool? It sunk to the bottom like a dead weight. But the good news, your knocker made the headlines and the clinic got you a new and improved model for free. So, let’s not give the beached whales something to sprout out of their blow holes, huh? And Lyn, pull up your bikini bottom just a tad dear. Your scar is showing.”
The warm ocean breeze ripples through the water, the waves lapping ashore in a hypnotic lull. Seagulls squawk and squabble, swooping down on the sand to scarf for food. Puffy white clouds drift aimlessly across a crystal blue horizon. Tropical music floats across the beach and Oliver, donned in a florescent lime green speedo, sings along while preparing the feast.
The smell of lobster drifts across the beach as it bakes on the hot stones. Butter sizzles in a pan and freshly squeezed lemon slices add to the delicious aroma.
Hot dogs and burgers grill to perfection, and beer-battered shrimp and chips as big as popsicles fry in a cage. Sharon, Lyn and Mary set the umbrella tables with bright red, green, yellow and blue beach plates. There are buckets of potato salad and cole slaw on ice, fresh fruit slices with Devonshire cream, three bean casserole, and bags of pretzels and popcorn.
For dessert, Oliver has baked chocolate chip cookies, fudge brownies and a beautiful fudge marble cake. Coolers of cold beer and wine line the tables, along with cans of soda and ice tea. Junior and Cuddles sample the hot dogs Oliver hurls to them.
But hearing something in the distance, they dash off. And before long, a sand buggy pulls up and Sara hops out, waving and blowing kisses to her adoring fans. Hoots and whistles break out. She strikes a pose for the cameras, smiling her mega-watt smile. Heads turn indeed as she saunters up to the beach party in a faux tiger skin bikini and designer shades. Oliver, stunned and mute, rushes up to greet her.
Welcome to the beach party! After we show you an excerpt from Sara’s book, do come in and join the fun. But for a chance to win a prize from Sara, answer the following question:
What is your favorite part of a beach party?
"The Amoveo Legacy"
Suddenly, Sam got the eerie feeling of being watched and knew she was no longer alone in her revelries. She froze and clutched her robe closed. She swallowed hard, afraid
to open her eyes. Sam cursed silently at her silliness and slowly cracked one eye
open. There was no one in her room, the door was still closed. I’m being ridiculous.
Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she heard a clicking noise behind her. She
slowly turned around and her body froze at the sight before her. Perched on her window sill was the exact same bird she’d seen in her dream and identical to the one she’d
drawn on her canvas. Samantha stood there with wide eyes, uncertain what to do. “Holy
crap,” she whispered.
The giant bird puffed up, bronze feathers glinting in the light. It shook its head as though displeased with her response.
“Sorry. Nice, birdie,” she said through a strained, almost hysterical giggle.
The giant creature didn’t move.
It just sat there staring at her, silently watching her with glowing yellow eyes.
Sam didn’t know what to do so she stared back. Eventually her artist’s eye began to study the specimen before her. Her fear soon became replaced by curiosity. It was a mammoth bird of prey, an eagle, she thought, but reminded herself she’d have to look it up later. Its feathers shone with bright streaks in varying hues of browns and bronzes. They glinted brightly in golden flashes with even the slightest movement.
She eyed its large taloned feet and sharp, hooked beak. Sam shuddered at the damage they could likely do.
The eyes were the same piercing yellow she remembered from her dream. They didn’t move from her face. As she stared into the eyes of her feathered visitor, she got the oddest sense of familiarity. She felt like it was intentionally sitting there so she could study it, like some kind of bizarre introduction. Feeling an unusual
bravery, Sam slowly reached out to touch it.
As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.
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