She is a life-long native of New Jersey where still resides with her husband. Her newest book, Victoria at Sea, was released last week by Soul Mate Publishing and is the first book in a new series, called Destiny's Detour Series.
On the eve of their wedding
Victoria Gliden and fiancé Owen Walker call it quits. He accuses her of not
being able to get over her deadbeat father’s vanishing act when she was a child
and she and her cold feet run and don’t look back.An interior designer, Victoria, has an important meeting on Cancun that could garner her a promotion and the plan was to incorporate her presentation with the honeymoon cruise that’s journeying to the island. Since she’s sure Owen is on his way to Portland to escape the aftermath of their ruined wedding, Victoria takes the honeymoon cruise anyway. Only Owen has the same idea and they’re stuck with each other for six days, five nights.
Tony Gliden, Victoria’s father, dies in a freak accident and is sent back to earth disguised as a crotchety old man with the mission to convince his daughter to believe in love. So, he, too boards the ship.
At sea, destiny takes a detour when Victoria befriends the quirky old man with kind eyes and together they join forces with a quartet of unabashed women in their fifties who drink pink martinis and flirt with the wait staff but are wiser than they look. While trying to dodge Owen, Victoria’s new acquaintances help her face old wounds and confront new fears. Most of all, Victoria and Owen both realize it all boils down to one word—why? By journey’s end will two broken hearts get their answer?
Want more? Here's an excerpt:
An hour later Victoria awoke groggy and cotton-mouthed. She’d dreamed a series of reenactments from the night she’d given the ring back to Owen. But, thanks to her ingested little white helper, the lingering effects of the dreams banished easily. She pushed herself up out of bed and slowly peeled off her clothing.
A shower marginally refreshed
Victoria’s mood but with a clearer mind, the memories of the dreams
materialized. Owen’s had taken the audacity to accuse her of running out just
like her father had done to her. She lifted her right palm, soft and pink from
her steamy shower, and examined the plumped skin. Owen had flinched when she’d
slapped him, as had she. That sob caught in her throat again. She’d done the
right thing even if it hurt. She was better alone. She was better alone.
Toweling off she heard a noise
outside the bathroom. Instinctively covering herself with the bath sheet, she
keened to listen. It sounded like her door had opened and she recognized the
sound of a suitcase thudding against the doorway. Maybe, she thought, it was
the sounds coming from the stateroom next door. Could the walls between suites
be that thin?
She opened the bathroom door just
an inch or two, steam escaping through the opening like a banner announcing her
presence. Her heart banged in her chest. Someone was definitely in her suite.
Her purse, her credentials, her phone—everything—was out there.
Two words rang out in a man’s
deep tone. “Oh, God.”
Owen!
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Thanks, M. Kate, for introducing us to your latest book! It sounds perfect for summer reading.
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