About The Book:
Title: All My Restless Life to Live
Author: Dee DeTarsio
Published: April 29, 2013
Award-winning author Dee DeTarsio combines life’s darker side with humor and tenderness in a wonderfully charming look at love and the afterlife.Life is a soap opera, especially for Elle Miller, who is a TV producer. (Ellen dropped the “n” in her name in hopes of finding a better ending for herself.) When her laptop crashes, she borrows her dead dad’s computer and gets way more than she bargained for.
As Elle tries to save her career with a storyline featuring a trip through Atlantis, she takes a trip to the Emmys, and finds herself in the middle of a romance between a real doctor and a hunk who just plays one on TV. Friends, family, and clues from “the other side” all help Elle figure out the difference between living the good life . . . and living a good life.
Excerpt:
“I can’t believe that I’m really not that nervous,” I kept saying being takes. “Acting is so easy. Way easier than writing. Maybe I should be an actress.”
Liam just smirked at Tanya McGonya, who flipped him off with both middle fingers as her arms were folded across her chest.
“This is good for me to get in character and see what it’s like. I can write better drivel than Liam. Sorry.” I shot a quick look at him and covered my mouth.
“Stop talking,” Liam ordered. “Start kissing.”
“Oh.” I guess I was nervous.
“You are doing great,” Brad whispered. He leaned down as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me and my Bra Vo in close.
“Where do I put my hands?” I asked, both palms against his bare chest. Please don’t squeeze the Charmin.
“Over his coat, around his waist,” Liam said.
Brad’s smooth mouth kissed me, bending my head slightly so the camera could get an angle.
“Hold it,” Liam said. “Christ, move around a little.”
I couldn’t move. I was just enjoying smelling Brad and feeling his breath on my upper lip, and really, really liking his two lips resting on mine.
“Hair,” Liam directed. Brad started softly pushing back my hair. My hair was nothing special shoulder-length, that Tanya McGonya curled into a natural tousled look. In Brad’s fingers, it became an erogenous zone. He cupped his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. He ran his finger and thumb over my ear, and massaged my lobe ever so gently, before getting back to the business of fondling my curls.
My heart was cartoon loud. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear a horn ahooga. Liam had us stop and start several more times for different angles.
And then I forgot where I was and started kissing Brad. I wasn’t acting, I didn’t know how. The music got louder, the light seemed to dim, and Brad kissed me back.
“And cut. Cut. Cut. Jesus.”
Liam just smirked at Tanya McGonya, who flipped him off with both middle fingers as her arms were folded across her chest.
“This is good for me to get in character and see what it’s like. I can write better drivel than Liam. Sorry.” I shot a quick look at him and covered my mouth.
“Stop talking,” Liam ordered. “Start kissing.”
“Oh.” I guess I was nervous.
“You are doing great,” Brad whispered. He leaned down as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me and my Bra Vo in close.
“Where do I put my hands?” I asked, both palms against his bare chest. Please don’t squeeze the Charmin.
“Over his coat, around his waist,” Liam said.
Brad’s smooth mouth kissed me, bending my head slightly so the camera could get an angle.
“Hold it,” Liam said. “Christ, move around a little.”
I couldn’t move. I was just enjoying smelling Brad and feeling his breath on my upper lip, and really, really liking his two lips resting on mine.
“Hair,” Liam directed. Brad started softly pushing back my hair. My hair was nothing special shoulder-length, that Tanya McGonya curled into a natural tousled look. In Brad’s fingers, it became an erogenous zone. He cupped his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. He ran his finger and thumb over my ear, and massaged my lobe ever so gently, before getting back to the business of fondling my curls.
My heart was cartoon loud. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear a horn ahooga. Liam had us stop and start several more times for different angles.
And then I forgot where I was and started kissing Brad. I wasn’t acting, I didn’t know how. The music got louder, the light seemed to dim, and Brad kissed me back.
“And cut. Cut. Cut. Jesus.”
About The Author:
Dee DeTarsio is a graduate of The Ohio State University and lives in southern California with her family. She did not teach herself to read at an early age or write stories by the time she was in kindergarten. She was still wetting the bed and playing in the can cupboard.
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