10 items on my bucket list
1. Jump out an airplane. I’m actually terrified of the idea. I’m afraid of heights but my husband has been parachuting all his life and it looks like such fun. What’s life without a bit of terror?
2. Learn to ride a motorcycle. I love fast things and am a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Motorcycle riding sounds right up my alley. I’ve already arranged lessons. Unfortunately, the lessons are to take place in a country I don’t live in at the moment.
3. Visit Machu Picchu, Japan, Easter Island, etc. This list could actually go on and on. I love to travel. I’m a total history junkie and can’t get enough of historical places and artifacts. Every once in a while I’ll even throw in some nature to look at. My husband’s only requirement when I chose a vacation location is that the local food has to be good and it can’t be Ramadan in an Islamic country. Oops that’s two requirements.
4. Learn to surf. I’m trying to convince my husband that he really wants to find a job in Australia as it looks like a cool place to learn to surf. He thinks I’m joking. I’m not. Although I did say New Zealand is okay as well.
5. Make a family tree. This dream actually goes further. I want to study the history of all my relatives of the 20th century and write a non-fiction book about how war affected my family (as well as other families) in this era. Or maybe a fictional account based on a true story? Hmmm… there are definitely possibilities here.
6. Go skinny dipping. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve never done this. Why not? Okay, I have body issues but still at some point I’m going to get over myself and do this. Preferably somewhere warm and romantic with the hubby.
7. Drive the Formula 1 circuit at Nurburgering. As I mentioned, I’m a bit of a speed demon. I drove the Formula 1 circuit in Zandvoort (the Netherlands) and came home determined to buy a Porsche. I still don’t have one of those but in the meantime I’d love to practice my cornering at another racetrack.
8. Climb Mount Kilimanjaro. I’ve been to several countries in Northern Africa and to South Africa but I’ve totally missed the middle bits of which most of Africa consists. In addition to visiting all those bits, I want to be in awesome shape and climb this mountain.
9. Read War and Peace. I can’t tell you often I started reading this book. Is it still even considered a book? With that many pages maybe it should be called a treatise or something.
10. See one of my books in a bookstore. I’ve already successfully begged a local English bookstore in the Hague to do this, but I’d really, really love it if one of my books would end up in a mainstream bookstore and not on the shelf reserved for local writers the bookstore owner took pity upon.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Jack Gets His Man
by D. E. Haggerty
Everything seems to be going well in Jack’s life. His store is busy making money hand over fist and his best friend has found love. The new bookkeeper at the store discovers things aren’t actually as they seem. Someone is playing fast and loose with the store accounts. Jack’s bestie and his knitting group fancy themselves detectives and jump at the chance to solve Jack’s problems. When they aren’t re-enacting scenes from Mission: Impossible, they’re setting Jack up on dates and generally insinuating themselves into his love life. They’re determined to find love for Jack as well as his missing money. Will Jack catch a thief or find love? Either way Jack’s going to get his man.
“Look,” Tommy said as he looked anywhere but at Jack. “I appreciate you coming out here and all, but I’m not interested.”
Jack bristled. Not interested? How could the man not be interested in him? He was good-looking, owned a successful business, and was tons of fun to boot.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m saying this all wrong.” Tommy took a deep breath and leaned forward. “I’m not gay,” he whispered.
Okay, now Jack was confused. Normally men whispered that they were gay. Not the other way around. He leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms across his chest. “Okay. What’s going on?”
“Betty and her gals have been trying to set me up with every woman within a thirty mile radius. It’s driving me absolutely batty. Do you know what it’s like to be the only single man at church and have every old biddy there trying to set you up with their daughter, niece, granddaughter, second cousin. Everyone!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “It’s fucking exhausting.”
Jack chuckled. “I can only imagine darling.”
“Exactly. I thought if I told them I’m gay, I’d be off the hook. Because, let’s face it, you don’t want to be on their bad side.” Tommy leaned forward and whispered. “You know some poor woman pissed them off and they put ex-lax in a special batch of brownies just for her. I don’t touch the cookies anymore.”
Jack let his gaze slide up and down Tommy’s body. “No, I don’t imagine that you do,” he drawled.
“Thanks.” Tommy might not be gay but he had absolutely no problems with Jack checking him out. What a shame he didn’t play for Jack’s team. “Anyway, I’m really sorry about this but I didn’t want to say this on the phone. Plus,” Tommy’s eyes pleaded with Jack. “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell them I’m straight.”
Jack chuckled. This was new. He was, unfortunately, used to hiding people’s secrets but usually it wasn’t because they were straight. “What do I get out of it?”
Jack waved his hands. “It’s fine. I totally understand. The ladies can get a bit pushy.” Tommy snorted. “Yeah, yeah, more than a bit. But I love them.”
“I don’t know whether I love them or want to strangle them. When they’re attention is on someone else I want to worship at their conniving little feet. But when they sink their claws into me, I want to scream like a little girl and go hide.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my sixth book.
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