All My Restless Life to Live by Dee DeTarsio
Publication date: April 29th 2013
Genres: Adult, Romance
Award-winning author Dee DeTarsio combines life’s darker side with humor and tenderness in a wonderfully charming look at love and the afterlife.
Life is a soap opera, especially for Elle Miller, who is a TV producer. (Ellen dropped the “n” in her name in hopes of finding a better ending for herself.) When her laptop crashes, she borrows her dead dad’s computer and gets way more than she bargained for.
As Elle tries to save her career with a storyline featuring a trip through Atlantis, she takes a trip to the Emmys, and finds herself in the middle of a romance between a real doctor and a hunk who just plays one on TV. Friends, family, and clues from “the other side” all help Elle figure out the difference between living the good life . . . and living a good life.
Life is a soap opera, especially for Elle Miller, who is a TV producer. (Ellen dropped the “n” in her name in hopes of finding a better ending for herself.) When her laptop crashes, she borrows her dead dad’s computer and gets way more than she bargained for.
As Elle tries to save her career with a storyline featuring a trip through Atlantis, she takes a trip to the Emmys, and finds herself in the middle of a romance between a real doctor and a hunk who just plays one on TV. Friends, family, and clues from “the other side” all help Elle figure out the difference between living the good life . . . and living a good life.
EXCEPRT
I laughed. Giggled, actually. I didn’t
know why I felt so happy. A low-pitched voice hummed between the beeps of some
kind of monitor. Was somebody playing with the hospital props again? The voice
got louder. “I’m
Quez Shirrock. Can you hear me?” Uh huh, I thought, still
smiling. And I’m Betty Rubble. Quez Shirrock. Liam has really lost it.
That is the worst soap opera name I have ever heard.
“Elle. Wake up.” The low, soothing
sound of that voice vibrated to my very heart as I felt a hand touch my left
breast. Yikes! Who’s feeling me up? My eyes flew open. What in the world?
Forget The Flintstones. It was Jon Snow.
From Game of Thrones. Without the
accent and animal pelts. But with the same vulnerable, brooding, coal-black
eyes. An odd, not unpleasant mix of peanut butter and cinnamon blew into my
nostrils. He peered into my eyes.
“I know nothing, Jon Snow.” I must have said
that aloud because his immobile, almost stern features, shifted as the corners
of his mouth turned up. What was going
on here? I
turned my head. Nope, I wasn’t in the studio.
“You hit your head and fainted,” he said. I couldn’t
think about him as Quez Shirrock, I was afraid I’d laugh in his
face. “Do you remember
anything?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“They brought you up here, to Sharp
Memorial Hospital. I’m a neurologist.” Of course you are.
Quez Shirrock. Why couldn’t I keep the smile
off my face?
Vicks or Vixen? In defense of PJs
by Dee DeTarsio
Now I lay me down
to sleep,
I pray the rayon
will not creep.
I mix it up before
powering down,
But look more like
a circus clown.
In case of
emergency,
(If neighbors,
police or firemen might see,)
I cover up, but
comfortably.
In my head I’m a femme fatale,
That lying mirror
tells a different tale.
Victoria may have a
secret, but I have one too.
I look like I
killed someone, or escaped from the zoo.
What do you sleep in?
A. Slinky, sexy
lingerie.
B. Shunned-by-the-dust-rag yoga pants.
If you answered A,
thank you. That is all. You aced the quiz, no need to keep reading. The rest of
us:
A. Wish we were you. Go you. Seriously,
just go.
B.
Don’t believe you.
This edition of Vicks
or Vixen is brought to you
by It’s time to buy a new pair of pajamas—ones that don’t wrinkle, creep, make you sweat or
look like a man; smell good, wash well, and fit perfectly. Seriously. What do you sleep in? And what do all
those popular authors out there write in? The One & Only Emily Giffin,
I’m
talking to you. I bet she has a peignoir, a word I can barely spell.
I don’t know about you, but I’m fascinated by what people wear to
the land of Nod. T-shirts? Leggings? Flannel nightgowns? Half of our life is
spent in this hidden wardrobe, seen only by those special (lucky?) few. How can
we not honor this important costume?
I’ve tried Victoria’s Secret–though I’m apparently fifteen years, ten pounds
and two cup sizes out of their demographics. I was watching a movie with my
family, and I had on a two-piece number. There may have been fuchsia trim.
Someone actually hummed a circus ditty, “doo doo doo doo do do doo do do do,”
like I was
balancing on a unicycle in the center ring, honking my nose while chasing down
an ice cream cart. Not the look I was going for.
How hard is it to
invent cute pajamas? Ones that don’t wrinkle, creep, make you sweat or
look like a man; smell good, wash well, and fit perfectly. (I am ashamed of how
much I love polka dots—what
is it about their dangerous lure?) When the bra comes off, the brain and body
power down, according to research at IMTU (I Made That Up). We deserve special
garb for this most sacred time. Hey garment industry, the world would be a much
better place if you could design pajamas that make us look like Jennifer
Anniston starring in a romantic comedy. Thank you.
*Music rises with a
swell.* One day, there will be sweet, sweet PJs . . . soft, smooth,
comfortable, alluring, am-muy-bien snoozewear, in which we can answer
the door, wear to check the mail, and even drop kids off at school without
having to fill out a journal entry for their future therapist. A girl can
dream.
Anybody? Please
tell us about your favorite jammies!
You do not want to
see what Dee DeTarsio sleeps in. Her latest novel, All My Restless Life
to Live, will put you to sleep. Oh, come on, you know what I mean!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dee DeTarsio is a graduate of The Ohio State University and lives in southern California with her family. She did not teach herself to read at an early age or write stories by the time she was in kindergarten. She was still wetting the bed and playing in the can cupboard.
Dear Roxy, Thank you so much for featuring All My Restless Life to Live! I hope your readers have fun with it! I will be checking out all these other great books on your blog, too, in between hunting for those perfect PJs! Take care and have a great week!
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