In the spirit of this blog, I’m going to post a link to my other great book review of Deck the Malls with Purple Peacocks (book to be found at http://amzn.to/2AuArxQ )
NOTE: This book is FREE December 15-17.
Here’s the link to the Readers’ Favorite review, which is making me have happy feet! https://readersfavorite.com/book-review/deck-the-malls-with-purple-peacocks
I especially like this part of the review:
“Amy Gettinger’s Deck the Malls with Purple Peacocks has romance and comedy and it even has more Christmas cheer than most would ever dream of enjoying at this time of the year, but Gettinger makes it all work beautifully. She does all this while writing a moving and true-to-life story about a young woman whose eleven years working double shifts and paying taxes seem to mean nothing in today’s anti-immigrant fueled America. Gettinger exposes the irony of Quito’s Cuban ancestry making him of more value politically than Aracely with her Mexican heritage, and Aracely’s victimization by the companies that she works for rings sadly true. That said, Deck the Malls with Purple Peacocks is a marvelous romp! I hadn’t read the first book in the series, but had no problem getting involved in the story and am looking forward to backtracking to the first book, Alice in Monologue Land. The Venus Warriors are prodigious and funny — and exactly who I’d want on my side if I’m ever in hot water. Deck the Malls with Purple Peacocks is most highly recommended.” ~ Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite
Can you see me grinning from ear to ear? Have a merry mid-December!
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It’s Christmas in Orange County, and the mall is full of purple peacock decorations. Department store employee Aracely Martinez has a goofy Cuban friend, Quito (who’s awfully cute in his mall Santa suit), distracting her from her night-shift restocking job. But Aracely has a long-held secret, which her supervisor at the store, Jacob Thinnes, is holding over her head to make her do his bidding.
Which is untenable.
Enter Aracely’s oldest friends: Alice Chalmers, Georgette Jones and Julie Bowers. The group’s “Venus Warrior” bond from the 2003 production of The Venus Monologues at Garden Beach Community College is still very strong, and these women are ready, willing, and able to kick some butt to help Aracely out of her difficult bind. Join Aracely’s “Three Wise Women” plus her ever-present trickster hunk, Quito, as they work against the odds to give Aracely a fabulous, nearly impossible Christmas gift: the life of her dreams.
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Give this book some love–only 99 cents, and so worth it!!!
“if you are looking for a laugh-out-loud, completely crazy and definitely off-beat romantic tale with a touch of mystery and a whole lot of humiliation for the heroine, get in line for Amy Gettinger’s story of Rhonda Hamilton’s life, fall and emotional pummeling as she deals with her world’s problems head on.” ~ Dianne Bylo of Tome Tender Blog
For an extra chapter/teaser of my short story in our Christmas anthology It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chick Lit, go here:
Thanks, Merry Reading, and Merry Christmas! Also Happy Hanukkah and Happy Endings!
In Deck the Malls with Purple Peacock, Amy Gettinger skillfully portrays the difficulty of working in the mall during the holiday season through the eyes of Araceli Martinez. Araceli endures a thankless job with an insensitive boss because she dreams of opening her own dress shop. Despite this being a short story, Gettinger fully develops Araceli’s character. The reader will feel both her determination to succeed along with her frustrations. In addition, Gettinger uses vivid descriptions to paint her tale. Here is a young woman mourning her mother while seeking the dream of small business ownership. Add to this the wrinkle of being an illegal alien who wants to obtain American citizenship and a burgeoning romance and you have a story that will both entertain and have you thinking. Deck the Malls with Purple Peacock will have you believing in holiday miracles.
Source: @NikkiL_Books Book Review: It’s beginning to look alot like Chick Lit, a holiday anthology via @tdmiller820917
By Laurie Baxter, Author of the story “A Charlie Brown Christmas” In our new anthology, It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chick Lit.
amzn.com/B01MD197DJ NOTE: This book is currently $0.99, but will soon be perma-free.
I was home on break, as were most of my high school friends. One of them was having a big New Year’s Eve party, but I really, really wasn’t up to being festive or even dealing with a large number of people. One of my friends went to school about an hour away and had an apartment there. She very sweetly offered to spend the holiday with me there instead.
Very low-key. Considering that sitting around my house constantly noticing the absence of dog wasn’t exactly uplifting, it sounded perfect.
So she picked me up in her car… except there was a tiny bit of smoke or something rising from under the hood when she got to my house. No problem! A quick stop at the dealer she said. Just to get it checked out. I was dubious, but desperate to get out.
An hour or two later, the mechanic came out and good news! He nicely explained that what she saw was steam and totally normal in this weather. Yay! We could go to her apartment now, for our quiet holiday… Except now my friend–the least nervous friend I had at the time, I might add–suddenly couldn’t shake the unease.
Which was how we ended up playing board games in her dad’s kitchen. Not really what I planned. It was a small miracle when I started winning (I think it was Monopoly, maybe) and I was momentarily distracted from thinking about my dog. Except my friend (perhaps something was going on with her that I was oblivious to in my grief) was not happy to be losing as badly as she was. Or maybe I was gloating. I don’t know. It was the first time in 48 hours I hadn’t either been sobbing or felt numb.
At any rate, that was the point where she suggested it would maybe be nice to go to that party after all. There was a moderate guilt trip laid thereafter and when I protested that I wasn’t dressed for the semi-formal occasion, semi-formal clothes to borrow were quickly produced.
And that’s how I ended up spending New Year’s Eve somehow making a punchline of various versions of “my dog died.” “Hey, Laurie, aren’t you having fun?” “No, no, I am. It’s just… actually, my dog died.” Ba-dum-bum.
I will say this, the night was definitely a distraction (and definitely one of those so-awful-you-just-have-to-laugh moments). Don’t worry, my friend and I are still pals.
Laurie Baxter has degrees in both puppetry and screenwriting because let’s face it, majoring in English would have been no more useful and way less fun. She loves chocolate, ice cream, chocolate ice cream, dogs, New York City, old movies, modern architecture, all kinds of theater, and music from before she was born. Her eighth grade English teacher told her to become a writer, so she did.
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