The Plotting Princesses are thrilled to have author, Rebecca Stevenson, be under the Princess Crown today!
Favorite movie: Now, Voyager
Favorite book: Peace Like a River by Leif Enger
Last book read: Blue Hole Back Home by Joy Jordan-Lake
Favorite color: Red
Stilettos or flip-flops: Flip-flops
Coffee or tea: Both
E-book or paperback: Paperback
Pencil or pen: Pen
Favorite song: In My Life (Beatles)
Streak or not: Not
Favorite dessert: Cheesecake
Champagne or gin: Wine J
Paranormal or Historical: Contemporary
Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann
Favorite TV show: Downton Abbey
Hot or cold: Hot
POV: first and third (sometime second) J
I'd die if I don't have: a creative outlet
When literary agent Tracy Ratcliffe travels to the sleepy village of Wentworth Cove, Maine, for a much-needed vacation, the most excitement she’s expecting is a sunset walk along the beach.
Tracy wound her way through the streets of Camden, passing candle stores, antique stores, coffee shops and eateries, in what proved to be a futile attempt to purge Wentworth Cove and all that happened there from her mind. Unable to run from the memories and getting no satisfaction from browsing the quaint little shops, she resigned herself to going to the library a full two hours before she was supposed to meet Lucas and Gina.
After all, she mused, her life was measured in libraries, wasn’t it? The library of her childhood, the one her mother now presided over. She had grown up there, reading everything from Beatrix Potter and Lewis Carroll to William Faulkner and James Joyce. The high school library where she had effectively hidden from normal teenage life for four years. The library at Boston College, her safe haven away from the chaotic madness of dorm life. John’s library in Kennebunkport, representing the chapter in her life that she was so desperately attempting to get away from.
And now the library in Camden—representing what? The unknown? Where was she going from here? How had she gotten into this mess? Just a few weeks ago she was a relatively satisfied literary agent at a prestigious agency in Boston, hoping to spend a few weeks away from the city, then go home refreshed, eyes rested, brain rested, ready to work again.
Now she was standing on a street in a town where she knew no one, watching tourists file off a bus in front of her, wondering where they came from, where they were going, and if any of them had ever felt as alone as she did right now.
Find Rebecca at: http://www.rebeccastevensonwriter.com
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Kindle: http://amzn.com/B00L1LISZQ Nook: http://barnesandnoble/B00L1SZQ Paperback: http://amzn.com/1625260822
Thanks for being with the PP gals today, Rebecca!