Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Tour Stop & Giveaway: Searching for Moore by Julie Richman


Attended by reality TV star wannabes and Southern California social climbers, Schooner Moore knows the party his wife is throwing for his forty-third birthday has little to do with him and everything to do with her social standing in Orange County. The evening turns out to hold more surprises than just his wife's Botoxed friends groping at his privates, when a conversation with his old college roommate, Beau, reveals the biggest surprise of the night.

Beau has had contact on Facebook with Mia Silver. Just hearing her name sends Schooner into a tailspin, as he is now just a Friend Request away from the one who got away when she disappeared without a goodbye, leaving him wondering why she left.

A serial failure at romance, Manhattan boutique ad agency owner, Mia, gets a blindside of her own when a Facebook Friend Request from first love, Schooner, appears in her email. Going with her gut reaction, Mia hits accept, propelling her past to catch up with her in a New York minute, as a forceful Schooner is determined to understand what tore them apart and to explore the possibility of a second chance at love.

From a 1980's Southern California college campus and a devastating first love to present day New York City, Searching for Moore explores how technology has eradicated the divide between our past and our present, and asks whether you would give up everything to reconnect with The One in a single keystroke?

Searching for Moore
Alternated POV - Book 1/Chapter 1
CJ Moore 
Where the hell is he? 
CJ Moore was fuming, although you would never know it from her perfected ice--maiden persona.  She graced those that gathered around her with her flawless, cover girl smile and played the part of the accomplished hostess.  She marveled at the women's stories, made deep eye contact with the men, as they engaged her. CJ basically had the entire room eating out of her hand.  Everyone but her AWOL husband.  Where the hell was he?
Beau Gordon was passing by and she reached out to lay a hand on his sleeve. "Beau, have you seen Schooner?" She gazed into his eyes, knowing the effect she would have on him, the effect she had always had on him.  Beau had been her best source of information when they were all in college. Information that she couldn't get out of Schooner, she would get from Beau, just by standing a little too close to him, letting his arm graze her breast and staring deeply into his watery, blue eyes.
"I haven't seen him.  Would you like me to go look for him?"
She knit her pretty brows together and nodded slightly. 
Beau rubbed CJ's upper arm, tenderly.  "Am on it."  He was off with a smile, all too happy to do her bidding.
It was just like Schooner to disappear when she needed him most.  This party was for him.  It was his birthday party and he had not been at her side the entire evening.  CJ was not happy and later that evening she would let Schooner know just how unhappy she was with him.  Everyone was there - from magnets of industry in high-tech and entertainment to southern California society (both old and new money) and there she was, entertaining everyone  all by herself, while her husband could not be bothered to act the gracious host.  She had even flown in their daughter, Holly, from college in Rhode Island to surprise him.
CJ glanced over at the door that led out to the restaurant's deck just as Schooner, Beau and the restaurant's Executive Chef Jonathan were entering. All three men had slit-like eyes like - bloodshot slits.  CJ felt her anger rising to a dangerous level.  Not only had he disappeared, but he now had the nerve to reappear stoned.  Was he purposely trying to embarrass her in front of the Who's Who of Orange County?
Schooner Moore, you have no idea the hell you will pay when we get home, she vowed to herself.   Smiling sweetly, she threaded her arm through her husband's, as she steered him toward the elegant fondant-wrapped cake in the shape of Level 9, his company’s headquarters.
As the crowd sang a hearty Happy Birthday to the handsome forty-three year old Schooner, CJ leaned into her husband, kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, "Don't ruin this night for me." 
Schooner smiled back at her, "I wouldn't dream of ruining your party, Sweetheart."
She returned his perfect smile with one of her own - but her eyes were doing anything but smiling, "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart," her endearment dripped with rancor, as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

About the Author:
Author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas.  A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion.  Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations.  She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust.  Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.
Twitter: @juliearichman
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