November first is the launch date for my debut novel, Meet Me At The Snow Kirk Inn. This book has been rattling around in my head for years, frantic to get out. But I had to wait until I had the time the story deserved. And then came Covid-19. You can probably relate. I think we all had more time than we knew what to do with!
Let me tell you about Meet Me At The Snow Kirk Inn.
On her way from Sacramento to The Snow Kirk Inn near Truckee, California, college senior Daphne Appletree misses a turn and becomes hopelessly lost in the high-altitude wilderness in blizzard conditions. Several miles away, firefighter, Garrett Foss, sits by his fire at home and hears a strange sound in the distance. He is called to action by some force of nature to take his ancient WWII Snow Weasel during dangerous weather conditions to find the source of the sound.
Mick Atwood, Daphne’s seasonal older lover, works on Ski Patrol at Timberline Valley Resort, received a cell message from Daphne earlier that day, and expects to meet Daphne at The Snow Kirk Inn in the evening. He is deeply disappointed to be stood up. Or was he? He sets out in search of Daphne but ends up giving up on her for a number of reasons.
Five years later, everyone’s life has changed. Daphne is scheduled to speak at a medical conference on traumatic brain injury in Truckee, where she is introduced to handsome Garrett Foss, her firefighter rescuer, for the first time. While she’s at the podium, Mick Atwood steps into the conference room, and Daphne is tongue-tied and confused.
Jump in on this sexy, exciting and emotional rollercoaster of a romantic tale and guess the ending. The twists and turns of the story are realistic, authentic, and present relatable, contemporary relationships amidst the backdrop of the wintertime ski season in the California Sierra Nevada hotel and ski resort setting. If you’ve been there, you can only relate.
This mug should be the biggest picture on the page. My coffee mug holds 16 ounces. I cannot tell how many gallons of coffee I’ve consumed writing Meet Me at the Snow Kirk Inn, but coffee energizes me. What’s your favorite coffee? Mine is Peet’s, whole bean, French roast.
There’s nothing that compares to the aroma that fills the house at 8:30 a.m. when the automatic coffee-maker begins to grind and brew the morning coffee. By 9 a.m., Carlos and I are sipping coffee in bed while we watch the news and read our iPhones–the traditional way we begin every day.