Dreyer’s English, Godin’s This is Marketing, and Kaufman’s Personal MBA. And, yes, I used the (damned) comma.

So far this year I have purchased, and am currently reading, three “How To” non-fiction books. I purchased all three in paper, or hardcover as two of them are only available in physical form in hard cover editions. Generally I prefer e-books, but, this time I wanted to go through the physical motion of pulling out my ruler, underlining the passages that particularly resonate with me and then set them on the shelf directly across from my bed so I see – and think – about them every day.

What could be so important you may ask?

Dreyer's

My answer is the mindful daily application of their contents. Dreyer is probably cringing right now over what is no doubt a plethora of correctable word usage. Mr. Dreyer, I am as of this writing, not finished with your book. Even so, dear reader, you should buy it. The first thirty-two pages alone are worth the price of the book.

This is from Chapter 3:

“If words are the flesh, muscle, and bone of prose, punctuation is the breath.”

That makes punctuation the living, breathing heart of the author’s intent. I never thought of punctuation as a means to convey intent. I thought of it more as visual cadence. Now, I see it as both.

I also thought (past tense intended)of the “Oxford” comma as a plate filled with beans – fine if you like beans and completely passable if you don’t. Here’s what Mr. Dryer has to say about the series or Oxford comma (pg. 24):

“Whatever you want to call it: Use it. I don’t want to belabor the point; neither am I willing to negotiate it. Only godless savages eschew the series comma.”

Although I am not insulted by the moniker “godless savage”, I do not want to be guilty of eschewing the basic points of punctuation.

Buy the book. It’s funny, charming, mildly insulting, AND informative. Grin.

seth

The next book I recommend anyone interested in business, including the business of writing, pick up is Seth Godin’s “This is Marketing – You Can’t Be Seen Until You Learn To See.”

I was skeptical about the utility of owning this book. So much so, I spent three separate days sitting in my local Barnes & Noble with it, reading as I enjoyed my coffee. After day three, I’d read and taken notes on, the first seventy-five pages. That day I owed Mr. Godin for more than the $24 I paid for the book.

I purchased “This is Marketing”, for insight on how to promote a new division of our family business, not for my writing. To my surprise, and delight, it has helped with both.

Here’s what Mr. Godin has to say (pg. 92):

“For the independent creator of intellectual property (a singer, perhaps, or a writer), it turns out that a thousand true fans might be sufficient to live a better-than-decent life.”

Translation, we don’t all have to be J.K. Rowling or Lee Child to have a good income if we market to our true fans. I love this book. If you don’t want to plunk down the $24, then order it from your library. It’s worth reading.

MBA

I purchased the third book on my non-fiction business list at Half Priced Books for $8.99. What a steal.

“The Personal MBA” by Josh Kaufman, is much dryer reading than Dreyer’s English (how do you like that alliteration?), or Godin’s This is Marketing, but it is no less helpful.

I don’t need an MBA. I would love to have the knowledge required to obtain one. The insight and knowledge required to run and grow any successful business is invaluable. Business models change. Fundamental practices and foundational concepts don’t.

The 2012 edition, which is the one I’m reading, is 417 pages long without the ‘Acknowledgements’ section. Mostly the book focuses on the need for every business to create VALUE, that others NEED or WANT, at a price they are happy to pay, and a price that earns enough profit for the business to continue. Yep. Easy. Just do that.

This book is helpful for anyone determined to learn and do everything possible to see their business succeed. If you’re interested, peruse it at the library. Even if you open it randomly to any given page, you’re likely to come away with something wonderful to help make your business more successful.

If you’ve read or are reading any of these books, please let me know what you think.

Are you a fan of the series, Oxford, or as I like to call it, the beans comma?

Do you have any “How To” or “Guide” books you’d like to share?

What books have been the most helpful in your career?

I look forward to your thoughts.

Peace, and Happy Reading,

Leigh

 

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Happy Family Day

snowsuitToday is Family Day here in Ontario. Family Day takes place on the third Monday of February. It’s also observed in New Brunswick, Alberta, Saskatchewan and British Columbia; it’s called Islander Day in PEI, Louis Riel Day in Manitoba, and Nova Scotia Heritage Day in (you guessed it) Nova Scotia. Most of us in the private sector get the day off, but federal workers don’t. Banks and most stores are closed.

It’s a fairly new holiday. It all started in 1990 in Alberta, when Premier Don Getty created a February holiday so Albertans could spend time with their families. The date was chosen to coincide with Washington’s Birthday, to avoid disrupting trade with the United States. Over the years, other provinces adopted the holiday – often as a campaign promise at election time, as happened in Ontario in 2008.

Before that, there was no public holiday between New Year’s Day and Good Friday, which was a mighty long three-month gap filled with a whole lot of winter. The real value of Family Day is that it gives us something to look forward to at the point in the season when we’re fed up with the snow and cold and aren’t sure we can take much more.

If the weather cooperates, a good use of the day off is to enjoy winter activities with your family, such as skating, skiing, sledding or snowman building. If you find it too cold to hang around outside, museums and art galleries are open. Or just putting on a fire and playing board games with the kids sounds good to me!

If today is a holiday where you live, what will you be doing?

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South Island, Here We Come!

 

I hope you all had a wonderful end-of-year! My family and I sure have!

Following a week of research in an SCA medieval reenactment camp near Christchurch, South Island, New Zealand, my (also-author) partner and I hired a mini camper-van and traveled the South Island giving author talks, selling books, and promoting my upcoming novels: Tatiana I and Somewhere Called Home!

We left Christchurch and headed into the High Country… to look for Edoras, the stronghold of Rohan… it was awesome. Good little climb.

We also looked for Clydesdales and scenery up above Ashburton… found a lovely lake by which to camp! Morning Scenery…

We began by traveling to Dunedin, where we visited our son at the University of Otago. It was a great time. We went to a special place, researching, and then on to Gore—and the Gore District Library, the first library visit of our tour.

The enthusiastic readers and librarians were wonderful! Thank you so much to reader Sally, who instigated our visit there, and to librarians Penelope and Lorraine! We camped the next night in a freedom-camping site, then we went on to Arrowtown for its historic gold mining and historical Chinese miners village (more book research), before heading on to Lake Wanaka. That night, we camped near Albert Town beside the Clutha River, then in the morning, returned to Lake Wanaka for a swim at a magical spot recommended by our son. 

 

Westland District-Hokitika Library was our next stop, where we spoke with a large crowd of readers, some of whom were nearly moved to tears by some of the talk’s topics — mostly about some of the Māori history and their own personal family connections raised in discussing The Hills of Gold Unchanging. A few tears truly began with my very first reading of the dramatic beginning (i.e., I’d written it in the van on the drive from Wanaka) from a new story I’ve just begun from the Once Upon a Vet School series. It will be the first book in this age-relative set of tales of Lena, a gutsy equestrian who dreamed of becoming a vet—her life on the way and beyond. Book One is being written for 8 to 10-year-olds. You may have read some of Lena’s later stories in the Authors of Main Street box sets! Thanks so much to Head Librarian Natasha for all your help! After a truly exquisite dinner at The Kitchen Hokitika, we drove that night onto Westport, where Head Librarian Emma’s lovely mother Chris put us up at her Westport Spa Motel. Emma blushed as she told us how wonderful it is that her mother is supportive of her and her Buller District: Westport library. Library volunteer Sue Walsh (you stalwart!) was fantastic too! A lovely group of readers attended and as at our other talks, so many joined my VIP Readers Club. You can join too, on my website here!

We drove back toward Christchurch via Reefton, where discovered Alison Hale’s Hale Gallery, an exquisite equestrian and NZ rural artist!  Her work is truly wonderful. I hope you can stop and see her when you’re by that way! And her STORIES!

We stayed overnight at Arthur’s Pass and met some cool German tourists, then had a wonderful, if challenging, hike in the morning. We drove on to Christchurch and finished our wonderful trip with an out of this world Phil Collins concert (complete with his 17 year old son on drums, after dinner with the fantastic family of our friend and fellow author Rebekah.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little tidbit of our life. Read more about my writing here. Be sure to sign up for my VIP Club to hear about new releases, free goodies, and all the good stuff!

 

Lizzi Tremayne: unpretentious, eminently readable Contemporary and Historical Fiction… by a horse vet!

 

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Traditional hand embroidered Valentine’s Day card

I’m in a Valentine’s Day mood today, though it isn’t a holiday I grew up with. Here in New Zealand, sales of Valentine cards and gifts have picked up in the past couple of decades thanks to American television, but when I was a young lover, we barely gave the day a nod, though any excuse for a kiss was a good excuse.

But I’m celebrating the release of a Valentine box set, a collection of five historical novellas centred around a Valentines’ Day Ball in 1815 Bath, England, so I’ve been researching and thinking about this holiday for at around eight months.

I’m in the mood to do something special with my lover, my darling personal romantic hero, tomorrow. Steak for dinner, a glass of champagne, and who knows?

The oldest surviving Valentine is a bit of a sad story. After the Battle of Agincourt, the 21 year old Duke of Orleans was imprisoned in the Tower of London, where he stayed for 24 years.

He wrote a letter to his young wife (she would have been 15 at the time), which is shown in the image above — a poem for Valentine’s Day. Here it is.

Original French     English

Je suis desja d’amour tanné,
Ma tres doulce Valentinée,
Car pour moi fustes trop tart née,
Et moy pour vous fus trop tost né.
Dieu lui pardoint qui estrené
M’a de vous, pour toute l’année.
Je suis desja d’amour tanné,
Ma tres doulce Valentinée.

Bien m’estoye suspeconné,
Qu’auroye telle destinée,
Ains que passast ceste journée,
Combien qu’Amours l’eust ordonné.
Je suis desja d’amour tanné,
Ma tres doulce Valentinée.

I am already sick of love,
My very gentle Valentine,
Since for me you were born too late,
And I for you was born too soon.
God forgives him who has estranged
Me from you for the whole year.
I am already sick of love,
My very gentle Valentine.

Well might I have suspected
That such a destiny,
Thus would have happened this day,
How much that Love would have commanded.
I am already sick of love,
My very gentle Valentine.

Of course, in our stories, the endings are much happier. I found this lovely Valentines advertisement in an 1819 newspaper in England. I wonder if the lady responded? I think there’s a story here, don’t you?People mostly made their own Valentines until the 1850s, when an American entrepreneur, a lady called Ester A. Howland began mass producing cards. Here are a couple of others from Victorian times.

And I just can’t resist leaving you with this one. What goes one step worse than being dumped by text? Being dumped by Valentines’ Day card!

Oh. And the book? Here’s some more information about it and the stories it contains, plus buy links.

 

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A Visit to Louisa May Alcott’s Home

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We went to visit Louisa May Alcott’s home. Because I wrote in my diary that I wanted to be a writer when I was eight and I didn’t read Little Women until I was ten, I know my career decision wasn’t determined by Joe March, but she definitely reconfirmed my goals.

It’s been decades since I first read Little Women, but I still have a tender spot in my heart for the March girls. (And I’m still a little sad that Joe didn’t marry Laurie.)

Louisa was an amazing person. For many years, she was the breadwinner in her family. She paid for her younger sister to study art in France. And she did this through her writing in an era when many women had to write under a male pen name. (Of course, she did use a pen name when she first started.)

I wonder if we were to ask her, would she say Little Women is her best work? It’s absolutely her most well-known and most beloved. But I wonder if it’s her favorite.

She is someone I would like to meet. But going to her home was as close as I could get. Interesting note, her home has been open to the public since the early 1900’s and 80 percent of the furnishings belonged to the Alcott family.Louisa's2.jpg

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Just Because

With Valentine’s Day around the corner and the bombardment of all things red, heart-shaped, and love-inspired, I was thinking about what love means to me.

I don’t need or want a diamond bracelet or a trip to Paris or a 5-course dinner that will set us back a few hundred dollars.

I don’t need the grand gesture. I love the just because…

Just because I was thinking of you and what you like, let’s stop by Barnes & Noble and see if any new books are out that you want.

Just because I saw a purple sweater that made me think of you.

Or my favorite! I was running errands and saw your car at your writer’s meeting so I put a bouquet of roses on your front seat…just because.

Not for a birthday, an anniversary, or holiday. Just because.

As the beautiful quote says, paraphrasing here, it isn’t the moments that take your breath away, it is the moments that make you catch your breath.


Jill James, a true romantic at heart…every day of my life.

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It’s February!

It’s the first Monday of the month. That’s me. So I thought I’d let you know what’s going on in my life. Sign language class is killing me. I’m far from conversational. I can say things like I’ll met you. I can sign several foods, and I can count. Does it matter that I take forever to sign anything? Not to me. I’m proud that I’ve done as well as I have. But quite honestly I’m really lousy at this but I refuse to give up. I WILL learn. My Deaf friends keep cheering me onward.

I haven’t figured out what I’m going to put into this month’s teacup. But I’m certain something will magically appear and beg to be this month’s teacup. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about  CLICK HERE.)

But my real excitement is that my newest book, Silent Journey is now available on Amazon. And for a short time, it’s being offered at $2.99. As soon as the paperback becomes available, that will be on the 12th of this month, the price of the ebook goes up. BUT, if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read for FREE! (Everyone should have Kindle Unlimited if you or a member of your family is an avid reader!)

I keep getting notes from folks saying how much they have learned by reading the book. They had no idea. My editor, who is also a professor, told me that she has a Deaf student in her classes this year. She felt as though the story helped her to understand her student’s situation. WOW! That’s powerful for a little romance, although I’d say the romance is minimal. In fact, it’s rather a sweet romance. It’s a story that follows two students through not quite a full year of college, one as an undergrad and the other is in his final year of architectural school (engineering degree).

What if your daughter brought a Deaf man home as her boyfriend? It didn’t go too well for Savannah. But when Alex took her to meet his family… A Deaf family and a young woman who could barely sign, fortunately hearts don’t seem to care about things like that.

Two excerpts for you enjoy.

 

HER PARENTS

The trip to her parents took several hours and they stopped once for a snack and some coffee. According to the GPS, they were getting close. He hated to admit it, but this was very similar to going for a job interview, except this job was for a lifetime.

Savannah pointed to the next exit. The town was small, barely a blip on the map, but it had a major grocery chain store, a big name shopping mart, and handful of gas stations, a pizzeria, and two fast food restaurants. They made a turn into an older neighborhood. The houses were tiny, but most were well tended. This was a blue-collar neighborhood. She pointed to a house with beige siding and faded brown shutters. It looked like every other house on the street.

She turned to him and smiled. “We are here.”

As he got out of the car, she bounded up the narrow walk to the door and opened it. A rather large dog immediately danced around her and then came to him with teeth showing between curled lips.

Savannah caught the multi-colored, mixed-breed dog by the collar and introduced her to Alex as Lady Floppy-Ears Chisholm. “Affectionately called Lady.”

He held his hand to the dog that sniffed it warily. The feeling is mutual. Having never owned a dog or any pet, he wasn’t certain what he should do. But he watched Savannah who beamed with love for the large animal, and the dog seemed to return it.

Meet the parents. Something inside of him crumbled. He stepped across the threshold into a tiny living room and closed the door behind him. Blinking a few times, his eyes adjusted to the interior. A large screen TV glowed with a sports channel, showing a panel of commentators talking about several teams and the players.

Savannah turned to him, pointed down the hall, and signed bathroom. He nodded his response.

By the time he washed his hands, whatever had been crumbling inside him, he decided there was nothing left but the weight that now lay deep in his gut. It was a modest bathroom designed with pale blue tile and white porcelain that looked as though it hadn’t had a shiny finish in years. There was a hot-water faucet and a cold-water faucet. The chrome on both was blistered and missing in places. The house appeared to be a WWII residence and he was expecting to see a Rosie the Riveter, We Can Do it! poster someplace. The bathroom had been decorated in seashells and mermaids and smelled faintly of bleach. He dried his hands on a little baby-blue guest towel that hung from a ring on the wall. At least Savannah was waiting for him as he opened the door.

“Come meet my parents.”

He smiled back at her and followed her down the hall through a dining room and into a kitchen. Any preconceived notions he might have had about her family vanished instantly. Her dad greeted him with an outstretched hand. They were probably close in height. Savannah was a clone of her mother, except her mom’s hair was shoulder length and she had bangs.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or a…” Mr. Chisholm opened the refrigerator.

“I have…” Her mother turned to the counter.

Savannah fingerspelled beer, signed coffee, and then pointed to the little kitchen table.

He signed coffee as he slid across the bench of the table’s booth seating, even though a beer would have probably helped him to relax.

Savannah’s mom put a loaf of white bread on the table and plastic zip bags containing several types of lunchmeat, another group with cheeses, and then added a jar of mayonnaise, along with several other condiments and pickles.

Savannah’s father sat at the table with a bottle of beer. “So what are you going to school for?”

Here goes. He signed architecture.

The man looked slightly puzzled and then turned his gaze to his daughter before returning it to Alex. “Is this some sort of joke?”

Alex shook his head, spotted Savannah’s giggle, and signed. “I read lips.”

“No, Daddy. He’s deaf. I told Mom and told her to tell you. As long as you look at him when you speak, he can read your lips.”

“Can you hear me?”

Alex shook his head.

Mr. Chisholm appeared to be confused. He looked at his daughter and then at Alex before beginning to prepare his sandwich.

Savannah handed Alex a mug filled with coffee. “Make a sandwich.”

Her father passed the loaf of bread to Alex.

He accepted the bread and withdrew two slices from the plastic sleeve.

She passed him the meats and then the cheeses.

Savannah’s mom sat across from Alex. “So how do you manage to go to college?”

Alex pulled the notepad from his shirt pocket.

The same way as everyone else.

She took a sip of her coffee. “I thought people like you went to special schools.”

People like me? What’s that supposed to mean? Stay calm. She doesn’t understand.

No. I went to the local public school. No special classes. But many Deaf will attend dedicated schools.

“And you’ve always been deaf?”

He nodded.

“So how do you talk?”

Before he could write an answer, Savannah said, “Mom, he uses his hands. It’s sign language, and it’s a real language. I’m taking it instead of Spanish. I told you that’s how we met, the Silent Spaghetti Supper.”

“Like Helen Keller used?”

He shook his head and Savannah watched him.

“Not exactly.” Savannah translated. “It’s changed over the years, and she couldn’t see. She fingerspelled. We’ve come a long way since those days. Fortunately, I can see. I am merely Deaf.”

“But you’re dumb, too.”

“Mom, he’s mute by choice, not stupid.”

“What? What is mute by choice supposed to mean?”

Alex pressed his lips together and then forced himself to answer the question verbally, “I cannot hear therefore my voice is not good.”

The look on Savannah’s mom’s face told him she understood.

Savannah put her hand on his arm. “It’s easier for him to use his hands.”

The family barely said a word. It was Savannah who did most of the talking.

Obviously, her parents were concerned about his relationship with their daughter. Yet he would make more money and be better able to provide for their daughter than her father had provided for his family.

Mr. Chisholm glanced up at Alex and then turned his attention to his daughter. “I thought maybe he’d like to hang out with me and look at the car I’m restoring. But I guess that won’t work.”

A little time with Savannah’s father might be good. He nudged Savannah. “What kind of car?”

Savannah turned to her father. “He wants to know what kind of car.”

“A 1950 Town and Country Newport with only 23,000 miles on it. It was in my grandfather’s barn. I inherited it.”

Alex grinned and gave the thumbs-up sign. In the barn? A family owned antique car? Super low mileage? Oh yeah!

A few minutes later, he followed Mr. Chisholm out the back door and into a detached garage. He was on his own with a man who did not sign. Alex had to win the man’s trust.

~*~

As soon as the men left, Savannah’s mom turned her attention to her daughter. “Well, he’s cute as a button. But how is he going to make a living? Or do you intend to support him?”

Savannah shook her head and began to clear the table. “He’ll get a job as an architect. I’ll never make the money that he will.”

“You mean someone will hire him?”

“Yes.” She had to tamp down her frustration with her mom, but she also understood for she had asked herself those same questions.

“Is that your engagement ring? It doesn’t look like an engagement ring.”

“Yes, Mom. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“What happened to a simple diamond? Are you certain those stones are real?” There was the sound of disgust in her mom’s voice.

“Mom, he bought it from a local jeweler. I think it’s beautiful. It’s different.”

“If you wind up marrying him, what will you do, adopt?”

“You mean because he’s Deaf?”

Her mom nodded.

“We haven’t talked too much about children. The odds of us having a deaf child are minimal. And Alex doesn’t understand why there would be any concern about having a deaf child.” She remembered a conversation Alex and she had and began to giggle. “Mom, do you miss your third arm and hand?”

“What?”

“It’s simple. Do you miss your third hand?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not. A third hand might be super wonderful, but how would we ever know because we’ve done quite well with two. Hearing is the same for him. He’s never had it, so he really can’t imagine it – he’s never heard any sound in his life. As a result, he can better comprehend having a third hand, because he has two hands, than he can comprehend sound. He can’t miss something he never had.”

“Oh, Savannah, I worry about you in this relationship.”

HIS PARENTS

The trip to his parents didn’t take long. He hit the remote for the garage door, and it opened. Gwen had arrived and pulled into what he considered his parking space. He parked his car by the garage wall knowing that barely gave Savannah enough room to open her door.

He got out and held the door for her. She squeezed out and smiled, as he apologized.

“I’m not the one who is pregnant.”

He helped her remove her coat and tossed it over his in the backseat. Then he snatched the box of monogrammed golf balls wrapped in birthday paper and tied with a large bow that also was on the backseat.

“Do I look okay? Is everything still in place?” She smoothed out the skirt of her gown.

He laughed. “Looking at you makes it very difficult for me to keep what I have in place.”

She gave him her evil glare, and he laughed some more. “Ready for a Deaf night like you’ve never experienced?”

~*~

Savannah walked into the house where Alex’s mom was giving last minute instructions to several people in black and white uniforms with embroidered interlocking letters that formed the caterer’s logo. The amount of food in the kitchen was unreal and more was in the ovens and on the stovetop. If the white aprons were any indication, there had to be three people cooking and at least five people listening to Alex’s mom. In the other room, there were even more uniformed people. So this is how the rich throw parties.

Arrangements of white lilies accented with tidbits of midnight blue and silver decorated tables and the place seemed to glow with a party atmosphere. Alex took her hand as they walked to his father’s office. There they left the box on his dad’s desk, along with the card they had signed. Then they went upstairs to what was once his childhood bedroom.

He closed and locked the door behind him. “I can’t handle looking and not touching you. You are incredibly beautiful. And that is doing things to me.”

His lips devoured hers. She was lost in his kiss and the sensations he produced in her. And when his kiss ended, he stood staring into her eyes with such intensity that she couldn’t catch her breath. She touched his cheek and gasped for air, without letting go of his gaze. There was no question in her mind that their feelings matched.

He went to his bathroom and she waited for him to return. After checking the decorative mirror on his bedroom wall, she slipped her lipstick from her small silver purse. She inhaled a few times before redoing the pink gloss on her lips. Even though it was a special occasion, she still didn’t like wearing much makeup. The colors she wore with her gray dress were as pale as always, light brown mascara with just a touch of pale blue shadow that shimmered on her lids. As she stared into the mirror, she thought of Ashley with her dark hair and eyes that allowed her to wear bold colors. Savannah envied her friend.

Alex reappeared and smiled, but his smile was a little sheepish.

She went to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you. You look so handsome in your suit. How did I find you?” She stared into his eyes. With heels, she was almost equal to him in height. “Maybe I should thank Prof. Stockton.”

He grinned. “You can do that tonight. Because I can’t imagine him not coming.”

“What?”

“Old friends of the family. Remember I said his wife is Deaf.”

“Oh, I guess with your mom being a dean she has lots of friends within the faculty.”

He nodded. “Don’t concern yourself. This will mostly be Deaf friends. My father is not comfortable around the hearing and it’s his party.”

“Your father seems to like me.”

“He thinks you are adorable. But don’t forget my mom hears and he fell in love with her.”

“I never asked. How did they meet?”

He shrugged. “On campus, except someone set them up. Someone knew that she knew sign language. And if we don’t go downstairs soon and join the party that’s about to start, we’ll be in trouble.”

She captured his hands and held them. The look in his eyes said everything she wanted to hear. Bringing his fingers to her lips, she kissed them. “Yes, we need to join the party before I totally chicken out.”

His mouth moved before the sound came out. “You’ll be fine.”

She kissed his fingers one more time.

Downstairs, guests had begun to arrive. It seemed as though everyone signed, yet a few voices rose above the sounds of those in attendance.

Savannah spotted Gwen who called to her, “Come meet my in-laws.”

Slowly Alex and Savannah made their way through a group of people who were excited to see Alex and wanting to know who she was. Alex introduced her to so many people that she knew she’d never remember all the names. But when they reached Gwen, she was standing with two people who could hear. Dustin’s parents were probably feeling as out of place as she was. She also realized that their ability to sign was rather limited. Knowing Dustin had spent his life deaf, she found it odd that his parents struggled to sign. Didn’t they learn to communicate with their own son?

Another couple came to Alex and hugged him. As though being pulled by a tide, Alex continuously introduced her as he chatted with so many people. And when they landed by Prof Stockton and his wife, they both embraced Alex.

“Welcome to the Deaf community,” Prof. Stockton signed and gave Savannah a hug. “You have a lot to learn, but you also have a good teacher. This is my wife, Kathy.”

Savannah signed that she was pleased to meet her professor’s wife and then quickly signed, “Slow down,” as the woman signed at the speed of light. She hardly caught anything the woman had said. Apparently Alex knew that, because he laughed silently. She turned to Alex. “What is so funny?”

Alex kissed her and she could feel the blush rushing to her cheeks. His sign of affection was a bit much in front of her professor. Then Alex slowly signed that Stockton and his wife were his godparents. He took her hand and showed off her ring.

Savannah caught the word pretty from the professor’s wife, but by the look on the woman’s face there was no question that she loved Savannah’s ring.

“Savannah, you’ll need to work extra hard. There’s a lot you still don’t know.” Prof. Stockton warned. “Not only do you have vocabulary to learn, but you will need to pick up some speed. You have to learn to automatically sign and not think about each word.”

She nodded her response.

As the night went on, she discovered that this crowd seemed more tactile and openly affectionate. Even the men hugged one another. But when a pretty blonde came up to Alex and hugged him, Savannah could feel that green jealousy running through her veins, especially when Alex returned her hug.

“Meet Elise.” Alex practically pushed Savannah to the woman. Then he held out Savannah’s hand and showed off her ring.

The young woman instantly hugged Savannah. “Make him happy. He’s impossible.”

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are. I want to know what she did to grab your heart.” Elise laughed as she signed.

“Chemistry,” Alex answered. “She’s got it.”

The woman looked around and then signed, “She can also hear.”

Alex nodded. “She’s learning to sign, but…” he looked at Savannah, “Who needs to talk when you are in love? I can think of better things to do with my hands.”

Savannah had been following along, piecing the conversation together because Alex was signing slow enough for her to understand, but with that last comment she thought she’d hit him. Elise did it first, except hers was playful.

“You are so bad!” She turned her attention to Savannah. “Savannah, make him behave.” Elise signed extra slow. “He’s terrible. I’ve known him all my life. You’ve captured the top dog, and every eligible female in this room wishes that ring was on her finger instead of yours.”

Savannah smiled and signed, “You?”

“Of course. Together since we were old enough to see a movie.”

Savannah smiled at the young woman, but deep inside she wasn’t happy. Whoever this gal was Savannah figured she would be waiting in the wings to snatch Alex back, except he seemed to take it all very lightly.

I loved writing this story. Years of research went into it and so far the reviews have been phenomenal. The Deaf community has been wonderful. Alex has proved to be a worthy hero.  Two young adults, their families, their friends, and the atmosphere of a small university are stuffed between the pages of this groundbreaking novel.

It’s available on Kindle and on Kindle Unlimited and will be in paperback everywhere. Grab your copy today!

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