When I was in college, I knew two things about my future career: I would not work at a desk and I would not work summers. This definitely narrows the field when it comes to career choices, mostly to things involving education or other school-related jobs. Which is how, in a roundabout way, I ended up majoring in sports medicine and spending a dozen mostly delightful years watching high school kids play games, often badly. I got the same summer break as the teachers, with no papers to grade. Sa-weet.
I also worked evenings and weekends to the tune of sixty to eighty hours a week. And thus, with the urge to start a family, began my slide into office drudgery. Plus moving into the back of beyond where you take what you can for work. It’s three hours to the nearest school district with a budget big enough to hire an athletic trainer. So, for the last three years, I’ve found myself sitting at a desk eight hours a day and behind the wheel of my car another two for all but a few very precious vacation days of the summer.
And that is how July has turned into my favorite worst month of the year. After all, July has all my favorite things: rodeos and fairs and hiking and boating all right there under my nose–and no time to do any of it to my satisfaction. Plus my kid seems to think I should glance his direction once in a while. Trying to cram it all in leaves me exhausted and cranky and flat out depressed by the end of the month. Then throw in my entire family descending on the ranch to do fun stuff together while my brother is home on leave and I have to be at work every day? We’re talking serious pout, here.
Other people get Seasonal Affective Disorder in January. Leave it to me to manage to have the SADs in the middle of summer.
Par for the course, by the last week of July this year I was a miserable wreck, stretched paper thin in every way except the fit of my clothes, due to lack of time to get out and exercise regularly. And that’s when Tawna Fenske’s Making Waves was released.
This is supposed to be a book review, but I’m not going to do a recap of the story. I’ll let you read the blurb down below. I prefer to say this: in my opinion, there is nothing more valuable to the world of literature than a book that can make me smile by the second page, on a day when the mere sight of my laundry hamper reduced me to tears. Laughter is my lifeline. An author who can toss it to me is forever my hero.
And honey, if Making Waves doesn’t make you laugh, you need to go get some xrays cuz your funny bone must be busted. Sure, there’s plenty of sexy stuff (though not on the high end of the graphic scale) and the suspense will grab you a few times. I liked that, too. But the ability to make me snicker, take a crappy day and make it better, lighten my load enough so I can get up and go be human instead of a Momster–that’s why I’ll be snatching up the next Tawna Fenske book the instant it hits the shelves.
ENALR readers, I am thrilled and proud to introduce Tawna Fenske. We were supposed to do an interview but, yeah, you guessed it, I didn’t have time to put together a decent set of questions. However, if you pop over to Tawna’s blog at Don’t Pet Me I’m Writing (and I highly recommend doing so regularly) she’ll be happy to answer any of yours. And be sure to leave a comment here at ENALR along with your email address, because one lucky person will get a copy of Making Waves for their very own.
Juli’s lost count of the number of jobs she’s held, but she definitely never applied to be a pirate. Or a stowaway on a pirate ship. But when fate lands her on boat captained by Alex—a man whose unscrupulous boss kicked him to the curb after 20 faithful years—Juli finds herself in the middle of a revenge-fueledCaribbeandiamond heist with a crew more suited to the boardroom than the poop deck. Alex didn’t plan to be a pirate, either. He just wants to recover his dignity, pension, and something resembling a normal life. But normal flies out the window when Juli enters the picture—a twist Alex wishes he didn’t find so exhilarating. The two soon discover that while normal is nice, weird can be wonderful.
A third-generation Oregonian who can peel and eat a banana with her toes, Tawna Fenske has traveled a winding career path from journalist to English teacher in Venezuelato marketing geek. She’s the author of the popular daily blog “Don’t Pet Me, I’m Writing” and a member of Romance Writers of America. Her debut novel, Making Waves, hit shelves August 2011 as the first in a trio of quirky romantic comedies from Sourcebooks, Inc.
Writer’s Digest magazine named Making Waves one of ten “notable debuts;” and RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, declaring “This delightfully witty debut will have readers laughing out loud.” Library Journal gave the book a starred review and wrote, “Great fun from an inventive new writer; highly recommended for all libraries,” while a recent review in Booklist magazine stated, “Fenske’s off-the-wall plotting is reminiscent of a tame Carl Hiaasen on Cupid juice.”
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