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Amethyst (The Smoky Blues Book) by Emily Mims is on virtual book tour. The contemporary romance stops at Readeropolis with an author interview. 

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a $10 Amazon gift card and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).




Where were you born/grew up at?
I was born, grew up, and have lived my entire life in San Antonio, Texas.

Tell us something really interesting that's happened to you!
My husband proposed to me and I accepted his proposal five days after we met. We both figure we had the right idea, since our next anniversary will be #48.

What are some of your pet peeves?
Narrowmindedness, intolerance, and unkindness top the list. I have little patience for drivers who drive slowly in the left lane!

What is something unique/quirky about you?
I have UAS, Ukulele Acquisition Syndrome, which means I can’t stop buying ukuleles! I have ten ukuleles and three banjoleles. And yes, I play them all the time.

What are you passionate about these days?
Writing. I am averaging four books a year at this point. That takes passion!

What do you do to unwind and relax?
Make music. I play piano, organ, dulcimer and ukulele and perform regularly with a ukulele group.

How to find time to write as a parent?
Not a problem these days-my sons are grown and have families of their own. When they were children, their father looked after them in the evenings so I could write.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
In 1982, when I got a call from the senior editor at Candlelight Ecstasy saying she was buying my first book.

What literary pilgrimages have you gone on?
I just finished one on a recent trip to New England. I visited the homes of Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And I visited the House of the Seven Gables where Nathaniel Hawthorne set the book. I also saw a copy of a 1610 Edition of a book written by John Robinson, the Pastor of the Pilgrims and my 9th great-grandfather.

As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
My Chiweenie Cocoa. She’s starring in a short story I wrote for the Boroughs anthology ‘Rescued’, coming out Nov. 8.



Amethyst
The Smoky Blues Book 9
by Emily Mims
Genre: Contemporary Romance 

CAN’T GET HER…


Deke Gregory has a type – petite, feminine, pliable. His ex-wife was his ideal, but she wasn’t his, obviously. Faced with the realities of joint custody and a family “village” raising his son, Deke sets out to find a woman who ticks all his boxes and thinks he walks on water. Enter Doctor Taylor De Witt: tall, strong, willful, opinionated, and too busy to be bothered with soothing his rough edges. Imagine his surprise when he falls for her – hard.

OUT OF HIS HEART

Taylor De Witt knew she would be a heart surgeon since college. Now a single mother with a schedule that requires roller blades, she has little time for her family, never mind a social life. When she meets Deke Gregory she thinks he’s a Neanderthal – yummy, but from a different era. Little does she know what their mutual attraction will bring, including examining her life to include an everlasting love.






Author of eighteen romance novels under the pseudonym 'Emily Elliott', Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. 'Solomon's Choice' is her first romantic suspense and the first novel she has published under her own name. The mother of two sons, she and her husband Charles split their time between Central Texas and eastern Tennessee. For relaxation she plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele. She says, "I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she'll just let it."





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Deke found Charlie sitting by himself staring at his phone. The boy took one look at the dress and shoes and his shoulders sagged. “Brian’s in a bad way, isn’t he?”

Deke sank down beside him. “Yeah, he is. But your mom said she can fix him.” “She probably can. But sometimes…” He trailed off.

Deke choked back his terror. Charlie spoke the truth. There were no guarantees. “I know that. But let’s think positive. If anybody can fix Brian, it’s your mom. She’s the best. Okay, buddy?” “Okay.” Charlie nodded.

Deke looked down at the shoes. “Will your mother have to operate barefooted?”
“Nah, she keeps a change of clothes and tennis shoes in her locker.”

“Speaking of clothes, you need to call your grandmother to come get you and the dress.”
“I already did when I saw them hand the dress to the lady at the desk. Grandma’s pissed.” “Is she?”

Too damn bad.

“You better believe it. She said Mom’s letting Kelly down and that Kelly won’t ever speak to
Mom again.”

“It couldn’t be helped. Don’t they know how sick Brian is?”

Charlie looked at him shrewdly. “That doesn’t always matter if you’re the one she’s letting down.”
Deke winced. At that moment Beatrice Gentry, dressed in a mother-of-the-bride outfit almost as gaudy as Taylor’s, blasted through the emergency room doors practically vibrating with fury. She looked around the waiting room, finally zeroing in on Charlie and Deke sitting beside him. She marched up to them and yanked the dress and shoes out of Deke’s arms. “Come on, Charlie, we’ve got to get moving. Damn your mother’s hide, anyway,” she snarled as Charlie stood up. “One damned day we asked for. One damned day she needed to have someone cover for her. One damned day for her little sister. Do we get it? Nooo, she’s buried in an OR and Kelly’s

down her maid of honor. She’ll be lucky if your aunt ever speaks to her again.”

Deke rose to his feet, barely able to leash his ire. “Mrs. Gentry, that’s enough. I’m sorry about the wedding. But Brian’s in a bad way this morning and she’s in there trying to save him.
That’s more important than a wedding, I don’t care how disappointed her sister is.” Beatrice eyed him like a turd on her shoe. “Tough shit. We asked her for one day.”

“Damn it, don’t you understand?” Deke trembled with fury. He was almost yelling and didn’t care. “It’s Brian in there. The wedding’s not that important. That’s my son. She’s trying to save the boy I love.”

“I understand all too well.” Beatrice lowered her voice and looked at him with contempt. “It’s okay for her to miss Kelly’s wedding to save your kid, but when she missed your shindig to save Gina Harker’s life, she was all wrong and you broke up with her for it. That nameless, faceless single mother of three teenagers that Taylor stayed behind to help that afternoon is my best friend’s daughter. Taylor saved her life. Did you give a damn about that? No, you didn’t. You came out and said so. You told her you didn’t care who it was, that you were tired of never coming first. You decided you didn’t matter to her and you kicked her to the curb.”

Beatrice stopped and took a breath. “Yes, I’m angry and I’m disappointed. But Kelly and I will forgive her, which is more than you were willing to do.” She looked him up and down.

“How does it feel now that the shoe’s on the other foot?” Like crap. It felt like crap.

Deke stumbled backward as Beatrice’s tirade sunk in. Taylor had made the same decision the afternoon she was supposed to fly to Washington that she had today. She’d opted to stay behind and save a life. She’d chosen to do the best thing she could for her patient.

She’d chosen to put her patient first.

And he’d broken up with her for it. And yet today, it was perfectly well and good for her to do the same thing, because today it was his child whose life was in danger. And she’d asked him that very thing standing in his living room with tears in her eyes.

Yeah, he was a real shit.

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