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Friday, June 29, 2012

Guest post: author Ann Montclair


Summer Memories
by Ann Montclair
Summer Vacation.  How many essays boasting that title did you write each fall semester?  I’d listen enviously as kids bragged about trips to Disney, Hawaii, the Grand Canyon, even Switzerland.  As if being blond haired, blue eyed, and Swedish weren’t enough, one girl went to Switzerland every summer!
Where did I go?  Nowhere.  My dad worked every day except Mondays, and my mom had every kind of phobia imaginable, the biggest one being the fear of leaving your house for summer vacation.  So my parents compensated me with a built in swimming pool.  I recall the hot summer day they bulldozed the brick wall, tore out the lemon and plum trees, and started digging the hole. Within a few months, we had a huge pool. 
I spent most summers flat on my back on the hot concrete competing for “woman with the most wrinkles when grown.”  I’m sure I won. I was an only child, but my mom did peer through the screen door every once in a while and make sure I was alive.  I had friends over occasionally, too, but it seemed like my popularity soared only when the temperature did, and I avoided fair-weather friends.  Still do.
I can’t complain about anything, really.  But summer vacation was long, even tedious, and I anticipated returning to school long before we cooked hot dogs to celebrate Labor Day.
As an adult, my family vacations often.  We’ve taken trips to many of the national parks, visited the world’s best beaches, stayed in mountain chalets and five star hotels, camped under soaring Redwoods and under star spangled skies—vacation is always something new, something adventurous.
My parents sold their house a few years ago, and I miss the pool most of all.  Come to find out, the long, hot days spent alone beside the shimmer of chlorinated water made me the writer I am.   I’d spend those long hours imagining my future life, the lives of others, and the stories I’d write someday. 
It isn’t a coincidence that One Wet Summer is set poolside at a resort in sultry Savannah, Georgia.  The setting is a thank you and a love letter to my parents—who cared enough to give me all they could and certainly much better than they ever had.  





One Wet Summer


Ann Montclair

Musa Publishing


May 24th 2012










Maura Fields loves her uncomplicated, independent, single life, but things quickly change when a summer vacation opens the door to an unexpected world of passion and desire. Wealthy Savannah hotelier Ben Driscoll had his playboy lifestyle upended when his ex-wife died, entrusting him to care for their daughter—a child he sequesters and vows to protect from future heartache and disappointment. Can the wall Ben has built around his heart withstand the assault from the intriguing, beguiling Maura, or will it crumble, leaving him vulnerable to the undeniable attraction and unbridled need to make her his own?



Maura had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Why not? What was she here for? Fun. And escape from the responsibilities of catering to children. This man looked like more fun than she had ever had, and Savannah was certainly an escape from the confines of her seventh grade classroom at Atlanta Mills Middle School. Ms. Fields was just Maura today, and damn, it felt good.

“My name is Maura Fields,” she said, and she giggled as his lips pursed—as if he were tasting her name and found he liked its flavor. “Maura Fields: single woman, no complications. Are you married, encumbered in any way? I hate to be so blunt, Ben, but I am a woman alone on vacation, and I don’t want to find myself taken advantage of, even by someone as beguiling as you.”

He looked taken aback as his blue eyes rounded and one eyebrow arched. “Ms. Fields, I am not married. Does that make you feel more at ease with my invitation?”

“Why, yes, it does!” she couldn’t help but exclaim.

“So, I will see you at four, ready to swim?” he inquired again, but this time it sounded like a statement, a predetermined actuality. Maura liked an assertive man, especially one so dapper. She nodded her head affirmatively, not trusting herself to make a dignified sound.
Ben bowed slightly and slowly raked his brilliant eyes over her body, toe to top. With an appreciative smile playing about his sexy mouth, he said, “Maura, you’re the best thing that has happened around this old place in a very long time.”


This is a great summertime read! I loved the location in Savannah, it fit perfectly in the story line. Made me want to take my vacation there. The characters were great, Maura seemed so well rounded and sure of herself and Ben was awesome in the way he had changed his life for his daughter and he seemed to love her so much. Ben was a little overprotective of his daughter but I think that was to be expected after everything she had been through. This was one of those books that had you hoping for that HEA for all the characters! Highly recommend for a summer contemporary romance escape!  Ebook supplied by author for review.










AMAZON   One Wet Summer


BARNES & NOBLE  One Wet Summer


MUSA PUBLISHING  One Wet Summer









I was born in Los Angeles, California, where my parents and grown daughter now reside. I currently live in the Finger Lakes region of New York with my sexy hero, our handsome son, and a pile of lazy dogs and ferocious cats. I enjoy a plethora of hobbies including but not limited to attending concerts, hiking and cycling, cooking, and gardening. I love to dance, to dress up, and I'll go just about anywhere a good time can be had.

I've built a satisfying career as an English professor at a small, rural community college, and now I'm also writing and publishing romance. I've finished and sold a few contemporary titles, and I'm working on perfecting a Tudor historical, and penning a modern day romantic suspense.
I plan to spend the rest of my life reading and writing in my little cabin in the woods.

My biggest wish is that each of my readers will be inspired to believe in and find their own happily-ever-after.

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8 comments:

  1. Thanks for your sharing your memories about summer vacations--or the lack thereof--when you were a kid. I also did not get any summer vacations. I grew up in a "big city" in NJ...in an apartment over a liquor store/deli. We didn't have a car so it was a treat when my dad borrowed one and we went to my grandparents house in South Jersey. They had a big yard and weren't a far commute from the beach. It was lovely. Back home, our entertainment was playing in open fire hydrants or waiting for the "swim mobile" to visit the local church parking lot. The swim mobile was a tractor trailer full of water--I kid you not--that substituted for a pool in urban areas. It was always BIG excitement when it came to the neighborhood (and stayed for a week). I get kind of creeped out thinking about it now...Weird! A lovely pool at a resort in Savannah sounds SO much better...and more hygenic, LOL.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

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    1. Urban memories and suburban memories--one thing for sure, it was all about beating the heat with cool water! Thanks for posting so often this tour, Catherine Lee. Goddess Fish will pick the winners soon, and I hope very much you are one of them.

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  2. Thanks for sharing with us. Good luck with your book!

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  3. As always, your posts are wonderful. Thanks for sharing your memories with us. As a child we didn't vacation either. It wasn't until I married that I experienced the fun of family vacations.
    Love the beautiful tribute to your parents, and love the setting for One Wet Summer.

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  4. BJ and Janna, you have been great support. I wish you all the best with your own writing, and I hope you each win a Musa GC. Love to you both.

    And Janna, isn't it nice when we grow up and make our own lives but still appreciate our parents' efforts?

    Hope you both have a terrific summer, full of love and romance.

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  5. From your review, One Wet Summer sounds like a romance to read. The author's summer vacations is a great intro to the author.

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