Book 6: It Happened On 5th Avenue
The Summer Kisses Series
Sometimes you need to be alone…
Garrett Summer designs million-dollar jewelry pieces for his family’s company–Summer Diamonds. His “office” is a small, windowless room with a workbench and a safe–which is fine by Garrett. He’s still grieving the loss of his fiancee Willa.
And sometimes you need to be there for your family…
Grandma Dotty’s urgent call has Garrett dashing from his office to meet her on 5th Avenue where he’s horrified to find she’s trying to contact his grandfather from beyond. Madam Andromeda is a con artist, he’s sure of it, but he’s shaken because she also bears a remarkable resemblance to his dead fiancee.
She didn’t see him coming…
Andie is working as a part-time medium with full-time dreams of a career in the fashion world. Her designs have earned her a spot on the “up-and-coming” list for this year’s Fashion Gala. All she needs is a patron, a model to wear her dress, and a diamond company willing to complete her outfit with sparkling gems. Did fate bring Garrett Summer to her door?
Excerpt:
If there was one thing Dorothy Summer knew about growing old, it was that she never wanted to act her age.
She may have lost all the color in her hair, gained more spots on her skin than a Dalmatian, and outlived her husband, but that didn’t mean Dotty wanted to sit in her rocking chair with a bag of knitting.
Regardless, age was catching up on her.
Dotty blamed it on her doctor. Last month, he’d put Dotty on two new medications—one for her thyroid, and one for dementia. She’d been sleepy all the time. And not just sleepy, but practically a narcoleptic. Dotty had been nodding off at the most inconvenient of times—just like an old lady!
Last week, she’d been having dinner with her newly retired son Parker and his second wife Evelyn. Parker had left the table to answer his cell phone. Evelyn had excused herself to go to the ladies. And the next thing Dotty knew, she was drooling on her pearl necklace, forehead practically in her French onion soup!
A week before that, she’d been sitting in a private suite in a bustling bridal salon while her granddaughter Kitty had a wedding dress fitting. They had the most comfy lounge chairs, the kind you could sink into and lean your head back in. Dotty had startled awake just as she’d been sliding from the chair to the floor, skirt riding up to her New York Yankee bloomers—the ones autographed by Aaron Judge!
The bride, bridesmaid, and mother of the bride had made sure Dotty was okay. And then they’d joked about it the rest of the day, particularly about her choice of underpants. To which Dotty had said, “These bloomers are going to be worth something someday. You’ll be sorry when I’m buried in them!”
She was a diehard Yankees fan and had called her lawyer the next day to put her wishes in print.
But this age thing…
Embarrassment aside, Dotty had a life to live—a bucket list of experiences to tackle, a social life to continue, and Kitty’s Christmas wedding to attend. She had no time for these unexpected cat naps. What if she nodded off while driving a Formula One racer? What if she fell asleep while eating lunch at her tennis club with one of her oldest friends? She needed to do something to cut this nap-o-lepsy off at the pass.
“Dotty, are you listening to me?” Across the tennis club lunch table from Dotty, Leo Abrams snapped his fingers. He was a big, raw-boned man, with thin, wispy white hair, and bottle-thick glasses. He was a worse tennis player than Dotty.
Not that they played anymore.
Leo and his wife Mayim were one of Dotty and Ronald’s oldest friends in the city. Leo had worked at Summer Diamonds from the day Ronald had started the business. Of course, Ronald had died long ago. But Leo and Mayim had kept to their first Monday of the month lunch date at the tennis club when they were all in town.
Mayim had died a few months ago. And now, it was just Dotty and Leo.
“Dotty?” Leo said again, flagging down the waiter. “Are you with me?”
Dotty checked her chin for drool. “Did I snore?”
“No. But you had that glazed donut look in your eyes.”
The Story Behind the Story
Each Grandma Dotty romcom features a romance, of course, but I always think about Dotty when I’m writing. In Book 1, she wasn’t on dementia medication. But then she gets on medication, and as the timeline moves, Dotty, like real people, isn’t always happy with her medication. That’s part of her subplot, along with her bucket list, of course. In this book, she’s determined to walk the red carpet at a Met Gala type event. Of course, she’s been banned from attending. But when does that ever stop Dotty?
Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy Garrett, one of Dotty’s grandsons, and Andie, a woman with an unconventional upbringing - one that fascinates Dotty.
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