By
Stephanie Beck
We
all have them, those special people who say whatever comes to mind, sans
filter. Mine is my grandmother. She is 84 years of awesome. So, she’s a little
crazy—always has been—but she loves me.
She
shows her love now the same way she has my entire life—with Birthday cards
containing $5 that may or may not have my actual age and by attending every
single thing she can. Back in the day that meant she made it to volleyball
games and award programs at school.
Now
it means she comes to my book signings.
This
is wonderful and it means so much to me. There’s something special about a
grandmother’s pride and I cherish it. But like I said in the beginning, Grandma
is a little crazy and retired her filter about ten years ago.
Overheard
(by everyone) straight from Grandma:
***
My
first signing was at a purse store—a great venue for a girl’s night out.
“Hey, you, that purse doesn’t match
your coat. You should come at get a book instead. My granddaughter wrote them
and she’ll sign it for you—that makes it worth more.”
My
second signing was in my hometown at a candy store hosting a girl’s night out.
“Why do you have so many darn stairs
in this place? Mature ladies like me don’t like to climb this many stairs to
get books. You should really put Stephanie right out front next to the
chocolate with the spices in it—that’s where a smut writer belongs, you know.”
In October I was welcomed back. Grandma
couldn’t make it up the stairs, so she sat on a bench near the entrance and...welcomed,
sure, welcomed, people. One lady turned up her nose at the idea of reading
romance, let alone the saucy stuff I write.
“Old prude. Probably wouldn’t know
what to do with herself if she read something sexy anyway.”
My
grandma is about sixteen different kinds of awesome and I love her so much. She
makes me laugh and cringe—usually at the same time. I hope to have many more
book signings with her present. I really can’t picture one without her.
All
the best,
Stephanie
Beck
When Stephanie Beck’s mother told her to
quit whining about less than perfect stories and write her own neither of them
could have guessed what would happen. Ten years later that advice has become a
fulltime passion and occupation. With a wonderful husband and three beautiful
children, the fulltime status makes for very long days, but she breaks up the
romance and steamy scenes with knitting, walking, sewing and reading.
Please contact Stephanie at stephaniebeckauthor@gmail.com or find out more about her additional works at www.stephaniebeck.net
Please contact Stephanie at stephaniebeckauthor@gmail.com or find out more about her additional works at www.stephaniebeck.net
Grandma
Marion’s Favorite Book:
Poppy’s Passions
Can Poppy find the courage to risk triple the love -- and triple
the heartbreak?
Poppy Maguire is tired of being a loser. Emotionally neglected as a child, she wants to find the courage to leave her family and the job she hates. She desperately wants to make a change. Little does she realize how much of a change sexy brothers Cody, Michael and Trevor Paraby will bring to her life when the friendly shoulders they offer turn into so much more.
Comfort turns to passion and Poppy learns what life could be like in the arms of not one, but three men who love her. But what happens when the pink line on a pregnancy test doubles and she’s expecting twins, courtesy of one of a Parabys?
The brothers blow her mind by offering her the family and love she’s always longed for. But do they realize what they’re in for? Cody is moving a little too fast, Michael may not be in for the long haul, and Trevor is a bit self-centered.In order for Poppy to have the extraordinary love she fears she hasn't earned, everyone is going to have to do some growing. But can she break free from the bad seed of her abusive family and have the courage to bloom?
Poppy Maguire is tired of being a loser. Emotionally neglected as a child, she wants to find the courage to leave her family and the job she hates. She desperately wants to make a change. Little does she realize how much of a change sexy brothers Cody, Michael and Trevor Paraby will bring to her life when the friendly shoulders they offer turn into so much more.
Comfort turns to passion and Poppy learns what life could be like in the arms of not one, but three men who love her. But what happens when the pink line on a pregnancy test doubles and she’s expecting twins, courtesy of one of a Parabys?
The brothers blow her mind by offering her the family and love she’s always longed for. But do they realize what they’re in for? Cody is moving a little too fast, Michael may not be in for the long haul, and Trevor is a bit self-centered.In order for Poppy to have the extraordinary love she fears she hasn't earned, everyone is going to have to do some growing. But can she break free from the bad seed of her abusive family and have the courage to bloom?
Buy Poppy’s Passions HERE
7 comments:
Love your grandma! You can't buy that kind of support and I hope she has many healthy years of accompanying you to book signings
Wow, that's the kind of grandmother I intend to be! I never met my Dad's mother since she lived and died in Scotland and we lived in the Midwest. My Mom's mom (Busia) only spoke Polish so there was no real relationship other than smiles and hugs. So I don't have any role models to ignore...I'll just do it my way and to hell with the consequences! I love your Gramma too! Cheers to her!
LOL That's awesome! That kind of support is priceless. :)
Thanks, girls! Grandma is great. She mushes on the great grand kids, tells the grandkids what they should be up to and bosses her kids around like nobody's business. It's a FANTASTIC system...for her :) She inspires me!
Your grandma sounds amazing! I love mine dearly, but she'd have a fit if she read any of my spicy books, lol.
Awesome grandma! Woot!
How fabulous! Neither of my grandmothers, had they been alive, would have come to these types of book signings. One was a Methodist. Smart as a tack, wonderful, strong woman, but, um, no. The other was a Bible thumping Baptist. She probably would have prayed for me. (Not that it would have done any good. LOL)
Now, my mom will come, but her filter is still in place. The person in my life without a filter is my husband's grandmother. She's in her 90s, and the things she says... (grin)
How awesome for you to have such a wonderful support system.
Marci
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