From the golden meadows of Provence to the sandy beaches of East Hampton to the hills of San Francisco their passion burned. Young and sheltered, beautiful Alexandra Glenn had been sent to America to help restore the early paintings of the famed Andrew Lowell. She entered Lowell's majestic East Hampton mansion, suddenly eager to embrace all she had been denied. Then, Matthew McKenna stood before her and the girl with the raven curls trembled with desire. His piercing blue-green eyes seemed to penetrate the very depths of her soul, and she wondered what burning secrets they hid. Try as she might, innocent Alexandra could not evade the splendid sensuality of the man she dared not trust. And on one starlit night, to the ceaseless pounding of the furious surf, she would risk everything for the fire of his kiss, his touch, his flesh.
--This text refers to the
Kindle Edition
edition.
In the month of February 1982 I wrote and sold my first novel. And no, I wouldn't believe it either if it hadn't happened to me. I sent in my manuscript on Thursday February 21, 1982 and four days later the telephone rang and I heard the amazing words, "We want to buy your book." How I wish you could have seen me. I was standing by the kitchen door of our North Babylon house, the picture of cool sophistication, as I listened to Vivian Stephens explain the terms of the deal to me. You would have thought I'd sold a first book every single day of my life. Yes, I said. Sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for calling. I look forward to our association. That cool sophistication hung on until I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then promptly threw up on my shoes.
I was thirty-one years old, unagented, unschooled, unfamiliar with anything to do with the business of publishing. To put it mildly, I was in shock. My husband was working in Manhattan at the time (and finishing up his degree at night) so it would be hours until I could break the news to him. This was too exciting to waste on a phone call. I wanted to see his face when I told him that my dream had finally come true -- and came with a $6000 advance!
He pulled into the driveway at midnight. I was waiting in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I didn't have to say a word. He knew right away and the look of joy and pride in his eyes warms me now, years later, long after the advance faded into memory.
