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Friday, November 19, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Amy Corwin


Missing The Fifties

Do you ever catch one of the old sitcoms from the late fifties or early sixties, like I Love Lucy, Leave it to Beaver, or Father Knows Best, and miss those days? Or maybe it’s just the idea of that period, when the kids came running home from school to find mom in the kitchen preparing a full, sit-down meal. Desserts before we were convinced that the refined sugar would kill us. Gloves and hats when you went out. Mom dolled up in one of those lovely, wide-skirted dresses, high heels, and frilly apron, perfumed and ready for dad to come home. Cocktails first, of course, like in Bewitched and only a few channels on the television—all for free. (By the way, what ever happened to that promise by the cable companies that if we paid for television, we wouldn’t be forced to endure any more commercials?)

Of course, maybe it’s just me.

Or just me and Gwen Carter, the heroine of my paranormal, Vampire Protector. 

There is something undeniably seductive about that period of seeming innocence when the idealized American family reached its zenith. And although many of us had working moms, we still enjoyed a panoply of domestic activities that seem almost lost in today’s rushed existence. My mom made many of our clothes and we learned to sew, embroider, and knit. We made bread and every Christmas, we baked boxes and boxes of cookies to share with neighbors and friends. And we hung clothes out to dry in the sunshine that gave them a lovely, clean scent that no dryer sheet can ever duplicate. I remember the warm scent rising on the steam as I ironed clothes sprinkled with water from a glass coke bottle topped by a perforated stopper.

And the desserts—every night! I really miss the guilt-free days when we could eat homemade pies, cakes, cookies, and pudding without worrying about refined sugar, fat, and triglycerides. 

So maybe it’s not surprising that Gwen wants to return to her deserted home and try to remember her childhood. There must be good memories there…  Unfortunately, memories may not be all that waits for her in the shadows of that house…

Book: Vampire Protector
Trailer: 
Vampire Protector Trailer
Author: Amy Corwin
Author’s website:
http://www.amycorwin.com
Published: Nov 12, 2010, (e-book/paperback: Nov 12, 2010)
Publisher Line: Black Rose
Publisher:
The Wild Rose Press

Excerpt from Vampire Protector

In this excerpt, Gwen and John have entered her abandoned childhood home for the first time. 

The house holds its own secrets and may not be as empty as they hoped…

The music was real unless Gwen was going insane—an unpleasant but distinct possibility.

“Do you hear that?” she asked.

“Yes.” A pinched look notched the skin between John’s eyes. “I thought that was what you were listening to. Someone’s car radio, perhaps.”

“No.” She had been listening to her memories, not the scratchy music playing in the empty living room.

Edging back across the hallway, she paused on the threshold, glancing toward the console record player. There were no lights and no electricity to produce lights, but twangy music floated out of the speakers anyway.

After a quick look in her direction, John strode over to the console. He lifted the heavy wooden lid. For a moment, he just stood there, staring down at the turntable before he eased the needle up, pushed the lever out of the way, and pulled out the vinyl LP.

When he started to lay it down on the dusty surface of the console, she said abruptly, “Don’t ruin it. The cover is right there on top. Put it away.”

The LP had been her mother’s favorite. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t bear to see the record lying on top of the stack as if she had just taken it out to listen to while she fixed supper.

A painful knot of longing nearly strangled Gwen.

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1 comment:

Sherry Gloag said...

I've enjoyed following you here this week. That house sounds as thought it would creep me out too, regardless of whether I had connections or not"
Reminds me of Borley Rectory here in the UK.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borley_Rectory