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Memories in December (Calendar Girls Book 4) by Gina Ardito is on virtual book tour. The contemporary romance stops at Readerop...

Memories in December (Calendar Girls Book 4) by Gina Ardito is on virtual book tour.

The contemporary romance stops at Readeropolis with an author guest post.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a 
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All of the Calendar Girls books take place in the fictional town of Snug Harbor. So…where exactly is Snug Harbor? If you’re familiar with New York—and Long Island, in particular—you’ll recognize the town by its true name: Montauk. 

Known as “The End” by locals and tourism boards, Montauk is the very last town at the end of Long Island. This charming seaside locale has been the home of Charlotte’s Web author, E.B.White; actor, Robert DeNiro; musicians, Paul Simon and Jimmy Buffet; and artist, Andy Warhol. During the summer, you can expect to run into Gwyneth Paltrow, Jimmy Fallon, and fashion designers, Cynthia Rowley and Calvin Klein, among the other rich and famous who come to visit. But there’s more to Montauk than celebrity sightings. The town boasts miles of beautiful seashore, great sport fishing, fascinating history, charming simplicity and wretched excess. 

The Montauk Point Lighthouse is an historic landmark. Commissioned by President Washington in 1792 and constructed four years later, it’s the oldest lighthouse in New York and the fourth oldest active lighthouse in the country. Climb the nearly 140 winding iron steps to the top for magnificent views of the Atlantic Ocean, Block Island Sound, and on a clear day, you can see three states at once: New York, Connecticut, and Rhode Island. 

The town has no traffic lights, which means the crush of cars and people can be crazy in the high tourist months. Although Montauk is the perfect breeding ground for sharks and the shark population has risen over the years, there has never been a shark attack there.

Montauk is also the home to the country’s oldest cattle ranch. Deep Hollow Ranch opened in 1658 and is still in operation. The Rolling Stones’ song, “Memory Motel,” was written in honor of the local motel of the same name. 

Rumor has it bizarre scientific experiments were conducted at the Montauk Air Force base (now called Camp Hero). Known as the Montauk Project, the idea of parapsychology research performed in Montauk as some sort of secret spy service has served as inspiration for movies like “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” and the Netflix series, “Stranger Things.” In fact, “Stranger Things” was originally titled, “Montauk.”

Travel through the town to Gosman’s Dock (Coffield’s Wharf in the Calendar Girls books), stroll around the waterfront restaurants and shops. Or hire a charter fishing boat at the site of the largest commercial and recreational fishing fleets in the U.S. It’s no wonder one of the residents you’ll meet in Memories in December is the owner of a fleet of recreational fishing boats. Captain Lou made his first appearance in the Calendar Girls book, Duet in September, as a client of Paige Wainwright’s financial services company. Now, he’s come full-circle with a story all his own where he finally catches up with the great love of his life, Althea Bendlow.

Remember how I said my juices still ran as full as they did in my youth? So did Lou’s. And I admit, it was fun to hang out with someone close to my age who didn’t act old just because he had an AARP card. Like all those idiots content to sit in their cookie-cutter condos at Sunny Hills and wait for death to come calling. Not me. And not Lou, either. 

At the end of the date, he walked me to my door. I wasn’t sure what to do next. It’d been fifty-some-odd years since my last first date. Nowadays, I had no parents waiting up for me, though I’d bet my last pair of clean underwear during the apocalypse Siobhan was awake and ready to pounce the minute I walked inside. I paused on the front porch, bouncing from one ballet-slippered foot to the other. “Well, umm…thanks for dinner,” I said at last.

“Thanks for coming out with me.” He touched my hand, tentative but secure. “I’d like to kiss you. Would that be all right? Or will you club me with a garden gnome for trying?”

I snorted back a laugh. “I think you’ll be safe.”

His lips landed on mine, warm but harsh thanks to his life on the sea, with a sweet mint taste from the hard candy he’d swiped out of the basket at the maĆ®tre d’s station when we left the restaurant. It had been years since a man kissed me—a real kiss, not a peck from my son or an old friend. While Lou was an old friend, his was a kiss of passion, and the man had a set of talented lips. Too soon, he broke the kiss, taking a step back and leaving me befuddled.

“Thanks again. See ya around, dollface.”

Whistling an old song I remembered from the sixties, he strolled down to the curb where his car waited, while I fumbled with my keys and scuttled into the house.

As you can probably surmise, Montauk is rich in quirks, personalities, and places to keep me writing stories for all the months of the year—and some holidays, too. If you ever decide to visit the area, hit me up for tips and hints on what you must see, do, and experience. Until then, consider Snug Harbor your window into all the possibilities found at “The End.”

Memories in December
Calendar Girls Book 4
by Gina Ardito
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance 
Publication Date: November 7, 2019

Siobhan Bendlow is struggling with her recovery from an eating disorder and the financial downturn of her photography business. The last thing she needs is to become the sole caretaker of her wacky grandmother. Especially since the man of her teenaged dreams, Jimmy Vais, has moved back to town, newly single and available. So has his pesky younger brother, Justin. One Vais is fun, but juggling two is a problem.

Althea Bendlow may be in her seventies now, but she still craves all the things she wanted in youth: joy, comfort, laughter, and happiness for her loved ones. If gaining the latter means performing some matchmaking magic for her only granddaughter, she’s up to the task. As long as her own past doesn’t keep distracting her, in the form of Captain Lou Rugerman, a man who meant the world to her for one night only.

Welcome back to Snug Harbor, where the memories of a lifetime can become the dreams of tomorrow… 

**easily read as a standalone!!** 

I kill houseplants. There. Now you know one of my greatest shames. I'm not boasting. I just figure that if you're reading this, you're looking for more than how wonderful life is as a writer. You get enough of that elsewhere. Ditto for political rants, how to lose thirty pounds in a week, and creating gorgeous crafts with nothing more than twine and soup cans. My goal is to connect with you, dear reader, even if you're not a writer, not a New Yorker, not a mother, not a female. We're human (unless one of us is a spambot), and what we have in common is flaws. So here are a few more of mine: 

I sing all the time. I sing songs most people don't know--jingles from television, crazy stuff I used to listen to on Dr. Demento, Broadway and movie soundtracks, and I can even bum-bum-bum through instrumental music. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I'm grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I'm not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while. 

I don't eat my vegetables. Seriously. I only started eating salad about ten years ago, but I'd still rather have a cookie. 

Given the option, I would live in a mall where I would never have to worry about freezing temperatures or too much sun. I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb. 

I can't sleep without background noise so the television's on all night. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts. 

Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm. 

I color outside the lines. Not because I'm a rebel, but because I suck as an artist. My artistic ability is limited to being able to draw Snoopy sleeping on his doghouse. And I don't even draw that well. 

Regrets. I have more than a few. 

My favorite activity is sleep, and I'm pretty good at it. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I can powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes. 

I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life. 

My feet are always cold. Always. My husband of more than a quarter century claims it's because I'm an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.) 

Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it's not on the list at all. 

I can resist anything...except ice cream. 

Since this is our first date, I figure I've revealed enough secrets for now. But if you've read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books or stalk my website:

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