Friday, December 18, 2015

#SweetRomance #FridayReads Guest: Melinda Curtis

On Fridays I introduce you to friends of mine, and their sweet romance books. Some of the authors may write all sweet, others may write hotter stuff. But for the purposes of this blog we'll just be learning about their sweet (G/PG rated) tales.

Please welcome today's guest, my friend Melinda Curtis. She and I met through the Sweet Romance Reads author cooperative. What always comes to my mind about Melinda is her amazing energy level. She has several new releases each year, does DIY projects at home and for family members, teaches an exercise class... You get the idea. 


I’m Becoming My Mother by Melinda Curtis

I’m becoming my mother. Isn’t that what every woman dreads saying?

I’m becoming my mother. (sigh)

I walk into rooms and forget why I came. I forget what day it is (frequently Wednesday becomes Thursday and Thursday becomes Friday). When the dog misbehaves, I call her by the name of the dog we had twenty years ago. See? I’m my mother.

Which was why a story about amnesia drew me. I understand the frustration and comedy behind not being able to remember. In A Memory Away, Jessica Aguirre wakes up from a car accident able to remember how to make sugar cookies from scratch, but unable to remember how she got pregnant. Her journey to find the man who might have loved her takes her to Harmony Valley and a man who wants nothing to do with family and responsibility. Here’s the scene of their first meeting, where brave, hopeful and very pregnant Jessica is trying not to panic.


A man got out of the truck. Dark hair. Straight nose. Familiar eyes.

It’s him.

She leaned forward, peering through the paned glass, her heart sailing toward him, over ever-hopeful waves of roses and rainbows.

Jess didn’t usually let herself dream. But now…today…him…

And yet…

He wore a burgundy vest jacket that clashed with a red long-sleeve T-shirt. Worn blue jeans. A black baseball cap.

Instead, she saw him in a fine wool suit. Black, always black. A navy shirt of the softest cotton. A silk tie in a geometric pattern. Shiny Italian loafers…

He took the stairs two at a time, work boots ringing on wood.

Jessica’s heart sank as certainly as if someone had drilled holes in the boat carrying her hopeful emotions. Clouds blocked the sun. The rainbow disappeared. Unwilling to sink, Jess clung to joy. To the idea of him.

He entered without a flourish or an energetic greeting. He entered without the smile that teased the corners of her memory. He entered and took stock of the room, the situation, her.

Their eyes met. His were the same color, same shape, so heart-achingly familiar.

It was the cool assessment in them that threw her off. Not a smile, not a brow quirk, not an eye crinkle.

He came forward. “I’m Michael Dufraine, but everyone calls me Duffy.”

His name didn’t ring true.

Had he lied to her?

She couldn’t speak, could barely remember her name.

The wind shook the panes. The house creaked and groaned.

He smiled. A polite smile, a distant smile, an I-don’t-know-you smile.

Disappointment overwhelmed her. Jess resisted the urge to dissolve into a pity puddle on the floor.

“And you are…?” He extended his hand.

On autopilot, she reached for him. Their palms touched.

Jessica’s vision blurred and she gripped his hand tighter as clips of memory assailed her—his deep laughter, him offering her a bite of chocolate cheesecake, his citrusy cologne as he leaned in to kiss her.

It is him.

Relieved. She was so relieved. Jessica blinked at the man—Duffy—who she vaguely recalled and, at the same time, did not.

She’d practiced what to say on the hour-long drive up here from Santa Rosa. Ran through several scenarios. None of them had included him not recognizing her.

She should start at the beginning. Best not to scare him with hysterics and panicked accusations, of which she’d had five months to form.

Don’t raise your voice. Don’t cry. Don’t ask why.

And don’t lead the conversation with the elephant in the room.

Despite all the cautions and practicing and caveats, she drew a breath, and flung her hopes toward him as if he was her life preserver. “I think I’m your wife.”


Bio/Release Info:
Award winning, USA Today bestseller Melinda Curtis writes sweet romance and sweet romantic comedy. A Memory Away is Book 6 in the Harmony Valley series. Brenda Novak says: “Season of Change has found a place on my keeper shelf”.  Melinda also writes more traditional, fun and sexy romances as Mel Curtis. Jayne Ann Krentz says of Blue Rules: “Sharp, sassy, modern version of a screwball comedy from Hollywood's Golden Age except a lot hotter.”

Ebook Buy Links for A Memory Away:
Amazon ~ Kobo ~ Barnes and Noble ~ iTunes

Print Book via Harlequin (available January 1, 2016)
Print Available in Super Wal-Marts: January 1, 2016

Special Offers/Freebies:
During the month of December, Harlequin is offering a FREE short & sweet romantic comedy from Melinda’s Harmony Valley series – A Kiss for the Cook – available here

Readers of this blog will be emailed a FREE companion cookbook for A Kiss for the Cook by signing up for Melinda’s book release email newsletter.


Thank you so much for being her on the blog today, Melinda. Happy Friday!


  1. Argh - I'm becoming my mother. The dreaded statement of daughters everywhere

    1. Don't let your mother hear you say that. ;)