Tuesday, July 2, 2019

If I could turn back time...

(Apologies for that potential ear-worm.)

If I could change one thing in my past, what is it and why?

That’s a loaded question and could open up several cans of worms, or cases of cans of worms. Sure, I have regrets, but too few to mention, hehe. Also, I fear that if I changed one thing in my past, the ripple effect would change the rest of my life to this point, and I rather like where I am right now, geographically and personally.

So, rather than dwell on what “might have been”, I’ll bemoan a decidedly First World decision.

I wish we’d purchased different kitchen appliances for our new house.


Exhibit A - the fridge.


I won’t share the brand name because this isn’t a review. At decision-making time we bought what is called a French door, bottom freezer fridge. Our kitchen has an island and we didn’t want a regular-sized fridge door getting in the way of traffic. The French doors are smaller and don’t protrude as far into the room. That aspect of our fridge is perfect. I can be rummaging for … vegetables, yeah, and let’s call it, ah, fruit, and Mr. S can breeze right past. But a smaller door means smaller door bins, and all those things we used to store in the door no longer fit. Case in point - the butter keeper that won’t accommodate a pound of butter.


So, given that the fridge will be the bane of my existence until it wears out, if I could change one thing in my past, I’d purchase a different model because then my life would be PERFECT <grin>. *gives the side-eye to the teensy drawer under the oven.

In other news, my latest book was released last week – whee!! My heroine wishes she'd purchased a different microwave oven.


Unemployed photojournalist Raynor Elliot stops at a bakery near the famous Deerbourne Inn. Not only does he get a lead on a job but the bakery’s owner is that awkward kid he knew in high school, only now she has fabulous curves and an irreverent sense of humor. The cozy bakery, with its aroma of sugar, vanilla and spice, has more to offer than tasty cookies.

Fiona MacLeod has been plagued for years by the need to make amends for telling The Big Lie. When the lie’s victim strolls into her bakery with his icy blue stare and killer charm, she feels like she’s standing too close to a hot oven.

Between running her bakery and frosting cupcakes for the Mad River Garden Party, she's pretty sure she's falling in love with this infuriating, sexy man. Can Fiona dredge up the courage to confess, face the consequences, and hope for forgiveness? 




5 comments:

Judith Ashley said...

Luanna, I've two recliners I purchased from a friend who was downsizing. I'd sat in them any number of times and thought they were Very Comfortable - and they are for maybe 30 minutes. And good to know about the fridge. Mine is approaching 20 years and has given me hints I need to budge in a replacement also washer and dryer who were old twenty years ago.

Deb N said...

Appliances are a pain, for sure. The only way to get what you want is to have a HUGE kitchen with top of the line HUGE appliances. Yeah, right :-)

Loved your latest book - it kept me up late two nights in a row. WARNING: Do not read when hungry - the heroine bakes way too many yummy things!

Luanna Stewart said...

Judith, furniture is another area of regret. I'd wanted a leather sofa for years. When our then current fabric-upholstered sofa got demoted to the kids' media room, we bought a leather sofa. Did you know throw cushions slide around on leather like a puck on ice?!? Neither did I. All my decorative pillows are USELESS - blergh.

Luanna Stewart said...

Deb - exactly! I should have spent that extra $10K jangling around at the bottom of my purse on a "nice" fridge. Ha!

Thank you so much for your kind words about Love Proof. If you lived closer I'd bake some of those treats for you!

Maggie Lynch said...

You made me laugh with the refrigerator comment AND vow to take a milk jug with me when we go refrigerator shopping in the future. My husband wants the bottom freezer, check. I want the french doors. But now that I've read this I'm not so sure. What else should I take with me to dry in the doors?

I LOVED this line in your blurb: "When the lie’s victim strolls into her bakery with his icy blue stare and killer charm, she feels like she’s standing too close to a hot oven."

That alone makes me want to pick up the book. Though I am afraid I'll put on five pounds while reading about a baker. :)