Mug Shot: Snooze Mug

 

As I mentioned last week, I love this shade of goldenrod yellow. I'm pretty sure that's what that color is called. My father, who built and painted a lot of the furniture that I also mentioned last week was violently allergic to goldenrod, hence the connection in my brain, I guess? But I digress. 

This mug (containing what's probably my last lavender latte of the season) is from Snooze. Which is probably my favorite local breakfast hangout at the moment. Snooze has a distinctly Mid-Century Modern vibe...which circles around to that goldenrod shade, which was popular then as well. It's wild to think that in another twenty-to-thirty years we'll have circled back to Mid Century. Not sure I'll make it, but damn, I sure would like to. 

But let's move on. The quote in the picture above comes from my newest release, Giada Mazzi is Living her Best Life which came out last week as part of the Love and Espresso Anthology. 

I'm very pleased with how this story turned out. It's a Second Chance, LGBTQIA2S+, NA Romance set in my favorite New Jersey Shore town, Atlas Beach. 

Love and Espresso

(A Limited Edition Contemporary Romance Anthology)

 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0CSKS814M/

 

This collection features meet-cutes that take place in a bookstore/coffee shop. The heroines are looking for their HEA but never expected it to happen while picking up a cup of coffee or picking out their next book boyfriend.

 

Includes my new Atlas Beach story, Giada Mazzi is Living her Best Life:

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Blurb: 

"Life is more than just the lies we try and tell ourselves about what we’ve done and who we are.

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 I guess the truth is that I never stopped loving Ben. And I never stopped imagining how different my life might have been if he were only the person I needed him to be, instead of the person that he is. Which is silly, right? I mean, truly; it’s laughable. Because if he were someone else, he wouldn’t be him.  And the world is already full of people like that. What good is one more gonna do me?

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Besides, if I’m honest, Ben wasn’t ever the problem. That was me. I was never the person he believed me to be. Oh, I thought I was, in the beginning. I tried hard to be, and that worked for a while. Sort of. But eventually I reached the point where I had to make a choice between living life for myself, or for everyone else.

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And when it came right down to that…how could I not choose me?"