Madelaine
Grant’s first novel, A Total Mismatch, is a
romantic comedy with a bit of steam and I loved it. I loved it enought to buy a copy to give away to one luck reader. (Rafflecopter at the bottom of post.)
Blurb: Fate brings polar opposites Samantha (Sam) Peabody and Jordan Hart together. Free spirit Sam is an artist, occasional belly dancer, and sloppy housekeeper while Jordan is a lawyer, fitness and neatness freak, and lover of ice cream.
The one thing they have in common is their dislike of big, fussy weddings.
After a fight with her oldest sister, Andrea, Sam decides not to attend Andrea’s lavish wedding. When Jordan is invited to a wedding, he asks Sam to accompany him, not knowing it’s Sam’s sister’s affair. Complicating Sam’s busy life is an offer from a local craft beer company to belly dance for a TV ad and become the symbol of their new beer company.
Sam’s disastrous first marriage and the difficult dynamics in her family make her insecure about a new relationship. Besides, she hates the idea of marriage. Can Jordan’s persistence win Sam over and dissolve her fears?
Maddie, tell us about yourself.
I’ve always
loved to read and from the age of ten wanted to become a writer.
Fate
intervened and I became an artist for most of my life. But the desire to write
never completely went away.
About eighteen years ago I joined Romance Writers
of America and my local chapter Tampa Area Romance Authors (TARA). Exposure to
experienced writers and craft workshops helped me to hone my skills. Networking
with other writers gave me the chance to meet one of the editors at True
Confession magazine.
I pitched a possible story and, after several revisions,
saw it in print. That was probably one of the most thrilling moments of my
writing career.
I wrote other stories for that magazine and one for True Story
magazine. A romance magazine called “Arabella” was eager to print one of my short
stories and I signed a contract but before it could be printed they closed
shop.
I eventually contracted for two erotic novellas with Extasy Books. My first full-length romantic comedy, “A Total
Mismatch” was released as an e-book by Soul Mate Publishing on November 22 and
came out in print on March 14.
I collect"Firsts." Can you tell me about your call from Soul Mate saying they wanted to publish A Total Mismatch?
When
I submitted the first few chapters of “A Total Mismatch” to Debby Gilbert, head
editor at Soul Mate Publishing, she rejected the story. However, she left the
door open for resubmission if I was willing to revise those chapters. She gave
me two pieces of advice. Start with an action and make it more ‘chick lit’. I
spent a few days pondering those two bits of counsel and wondered if I wanted
to bother changing things. Then again, I reasoned, what did I have to lose? I
hurried to my local library and took out a few books in the ‘chick lit’ genre.
Flipping through them, I noticed the breezy, playful writing and decided I
could do that. As far as starting with an action, I managed that feat as
well. I sent those revised chapters back
to Debby and waited to her response – which took a while as she’s a busy
editor. I’d almost forgotten about “A Total Mismatch “since I was in the middle
of my second book and completely engrossed in the characters. Debby’s next
email informed me that she liked the revision and would I send her the whole
manuscript. Well, of course I would. However putting everything together in
perfect order took a week or so. I sent it to her and then went back to my
current project, “The Sweet Touch”.
About a month later, when I was least expecting it, I received an email
from Debby. The first few words will be forever engraved on my psyche. They said “Great news. I loved the story.”
And with those few words my very first full length book was on its way to
publication. It’s been a thrilling
journey, tortuous and difficult at times but well worth it. Learning how to
make ‘track changes’ was not easy. I must have watched You Tube half a dozen
times before the method sunk in. But I finally mastered it.
Tell me about your life as a visual artist
My other
passion in life is painting. In fifth grade my art teacher, Mrs. Farrell, told
me I used colors well and could become an artist. Rushing home with this news I
told my mother I was going to become an artist.
Her reply was not a positive
one. She cautioned me I’d end up living in a garret in Greenwich Village and probably
starve. Not knowing what a garret was, her response didn’t bother me very much.
I stuck to my goal and became a commercial artist doing mostly fashion
illustration and graphic design.
When I moved to Stamford, Ct. I started
teaching art to children and soon made teaching a full-time endeavor.
Eventually I became Assistant Director of Art at the museum, which was a really
fun job. Along the way I returned to college at night and obtained a graduate
degree in Counseling Education. That led to an interest in Art Therapy. I took
graduate courses in that field and became a registered art therapist. Wow. That's a wonderful field.
My
interest in painting never ceased but it wasn’t until I moved to Florida with
my husband that I began to paint full time at my own studio.
Now I divide my creative
time between writing and fine art. I love both fields and feel very fortunate
to be able to do both art forms .
For my writing I use the pen name Madelaine
Grant. My painting is under my real name, Madelaine Ginsberg. To see images of my paintings just Google
Florida Contemporary Artist Madelaine Ginsberg and you’ll get an idea of my
work. I’m an abstract painter but my artwork is inspired by nature.
Tell us about A Total Mismatch
Teaser:
Romantic
comedy “A Total Mismatch” takes polar opposites Samantha Peabody and Jordan
Hart on a wild courtship ride from lavish weddings and fine art to belly
dancing and barroom brawls. This rollicking journey includes the best flavors
of ice cream in New York City and a touch of tai chi.
This is the beginning of Chapter One from Maddy's Website. You can read the entire chapter there.
CHAPTER ONE
She was late. Samantha Peabody jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. No time for a shower. She splashed cold water on her face, brushed her teeth and pulled a comb through tangled red hair. God what a mess. With five minutes to spare she slipped into a turtleneck, sweat shirt, pants and sneakers. On her way out she grabbed a yoga mat and a protein bar, ignored the frantic meowing of her two fat cats, hurried down the steps of her brownstone on the upper West Side of Manhattan and ran six blocks to the Y.
Breathless she hurried to the reception desk. “Where’s the tai chi class?”
Without looking up the blonde-haired woman said, “Down the hall, third door to your left.”
Ten minutes late already. Taking a calming breath before opening the door, Sam slowly entered the room. Twenty pairs of eyes stared in her direction. The instructor, a tall, dark-haired man wearing black slacks and shirt looked at her in surprise. “You’re here for tai chi?”
Nodding she edged in trying to look inconspicuous.
“You won’t need a yoga mat.” He started to demonstrate one of the moves while new-age music played softly.
Feeling dismissed, Sam edged her way to the rear, dropped the mat on a chair and tried to find a spot for herself. Beads of perspiration dripped down her neck and back. It was chilly that April morning and she seized whatever was handy. Now the turtleneck and sweatshirt were much too warm.
Jordan Hart rarely showed annoyance but this latest arrival ticked him off. First, she was tardy and second, she was garbed in the most garish colors he’d ever seen. An emerald green turtleneck peeked from a hot pink sweatshirt. The woman’s bright red hair was pushed under a sparkly gold headband which matched her gold sneakers. Purple sweatpants completed the outfit. The yoga mat she carried was also green. The crazy colors hurt his eyes. Where did she think she was going? A circus was the only place he could think of. He tried to avoid looking at her thus minimizing contact but her clumsy attempts to follow along made that difficult. She didn’t seem to know her left from her right. Hopeless, he decided. Absolutely hopeless.
At the end of the class Jordan spent a few moments giving handouts of the tai chi moves he’d presented. He chatted with a few students he’d known from previous classes and welcomed newcomers. The late arrival was the last to leave. She approached hesitantly clutching her yoga mat.
“Sorry I was late,” she mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.
He shrugged indifferently and handed her one of the printed sheets he’d prepared. Tempted to say more, he held his tongue. Perhaps if he was lucky, she wouldn’t return. There was something familiar about her, though. Where had he seen someone with that bright red hair? Whatever, he couldn’t remember, which was just as well.
Sam could tell the instructor didn’t like her. His expression was contemptuous, as if she’d broken some holy law by coming in late and bringing a yoga mat. She felt she’d met him before. But where? Nothing came to mind and she decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. He was good-looking in a macho kind of way. Definitely not her type at all, especially in view of the scorn she saw in his eyes. Well, she didn’t care one iota about his opinion or the class. With her head held high, she left the room without any plan to return. She didn’t need him or tai chi.
Sam walked the six blocks back to her brownstone. No point in hurrying. She had an hour to shower and change, maybe even grab a bite for breakfast. Her job at the gallery started at ten. What a waste of money and time this morning had been, she thought, a frown creasing her forehead. The instructor had that superior air as if anyone who didn’t know tai chi was a complete loser. It brought back unpleasant memories of her ballet teacher. Her mother insisted Sam take ballet lessons at age seven. The ballet teacher told her mother Sam was the worst student she’d ever had. “Now what’s to become of you?” her mother had said. “You’re much too tall for your age and awkward too.” Sam never forgot those words. The one bright spot in her dance experiencer was learning how to belly dance in college. There were no directions in that dance. She’d even done professional gigs with her best friend, Beth Fuller, at the Blue Monkey restaurant owned by Beth and her husband, Sean, and at several bachelor parties.
When Sam climbed the stairs to her front door and opened it, her two cats, Mushi and Pepper, threw themselves at her meowing piteously.
“Okay, okay, I’ll feed you.” Sam dropped the yoga mat in the hallway on top of several pairs of shoes, cat toys and other clutter and strode to the small kitchen to fill their bowls. Pulling off her sweatshirt and sliding out of her sneakers, she rummaged in the fridge for something to eat. The protein bar was long gone. Did she have time for an omelet? Glancing at the clock she decided to simplify her menu and opted for toast, cheese and a cup of peppermint tea.
By nine thirty she was on her way to the Finch/Peabody Gallery in the East Village.
When Beth called that evening to check on her reaction to the class, Sam was tempted to tell a small fib but she resisted. “I didn’t really like it,” she confessed and proceeded to explain. “I’m definitely going to the yoga class tomorrow night. Maybe that will work out better and I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn.” Beth was the one who’d suggested tai chi originally. She’d told Sam tai chi helped with focusing and concentration besides good exercise. Sam was always trying to lose those extra fifteen pounds she’d put on since college.
“By the way what’s happening with your sister’s wedding?” Beth asked.
“You really don’t want to know,” Sam replied.
What are you currently working on?
My current
WIP is a contemporary romance with recipes titled “The Sweet Touch”. The
heroine teaches nutrition and gardening at several elementary schools. She
believes a mostly raw food diet is the best way to eat. The hero owns a chain
of restaurants specializing in steaks. Among other things the hero is attracted
to the heroine because her large brown eyes are the color of melting chocolate
and, being a chocoholic, he’s impressed.
I love the premise. Thank you for being here, Maddy.
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Robyn Carr became an overnight success halfway through her Virgin River Series after more than thirty years of writing. She's been on the New York Times' and USA Today's bestseller lists ever since. And with good reason.
