Lynne Marshall’s new book, Too Close For Comfort, hits shelves today. If you love romances with older heroines, you’ll love Too Close For Comfort and Lynne’s other older-heroine book, One For The Road.

Lynne – you’ve just allowed me to push my wine blog to Saturday, lol! I’ve got five questions for you to answer, so I can introduce you to my readers. Thanks so much for playing along!

Christine: What draws you to writing older heroines? 

Lynne: Though life is interesting at every stage, I feel things become more challenging after forty.  Women often hit their stride after the big four-oh.  I believe we become more intriguing and sure of ourselves.  Also, I can relate to women a bit closer to my age than the twenty-something heroines and their dating adventures. I enjoy stories that include marriages and children and the next big relationship obstacle to overcome.

Christine: Other than writing, what is your favorite creative endeavor? 

Lynne: I am a totally uncreative person outside of writing.  I have done many crafts over the years, but none have stuck. I do feel that I am fairly creative with throwing things together and coming up with a darn good meal, though.  Is that considered being creative?

I also believe that I am a creative cusser. I make up cuss words, and enjoy stringing a long line together, with gusto, and hopefully won’t even offend anyone in the process.  In fact there is evidence of my fake cuss words in Too Close for Comfort, in particular, at the beginning of chapter Twenty-one. 

Christine: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

Lynne: I would like to try out several places for a year, but not necessarily to settle down there for good.  I must say, I have a love affair with Canada, and I could see myself in a small seaside town in the Atlantic northeast.  There was one place in particular that my husband and I stumbled upon when we visited Halifax in 2010.  I believe it was called Chester, (Chester Harbour) Nova Scotia.  I’d really love to live there for a year. Or in Mahone Bay, which was equally beautiful and quaint.

Christine: Name three simple joys in your life.

Lynne: That first cup of coffee in the morning.  Knowing my husband is nearby.  Seeing both of my grown childrens’ faces.

Christine: If you could sit down for a meal with any literary character, who would it be and what would you eat?

Lynne: I honestly prefer to keep my characters in books, and actually being with them would ruin the magic of reading and imagination. So may I change that to any literary author?


Samuel Clemens!  Oh my gosh, what I’d do to share a meal with Mark Twain.  I’d let him choose the meal and would do everything in my power not to let him know whether I hated something or not.  Though he’d probably test me by ordering something weird, and I’d love knowing that!  I’d eat something I’d never liked before in order to share a meal with Mark Twain, and I’d listen to every single word he uttered and would watch every gesture and expression he made.

Lynne, thanks so much for stopping by! Readers, I swear you will LOVE this book – give it a look see!

Too Close for Comfort
The Wild Rose Press

Dissove the partnership…or renegotiate between the sheets…

Blurb: Joy Waltham is stressed out. Before she can expand her business empire, she needs her ex-husband’s signature dissolving his silent partnership. A trip to Maine to find her ex, get the signature, and chill out seems ideal. But instead of relaxing, Joy winds up in the middle of a mystery—and wrapped in the overprotective arms of Comfort’s chief of police—her ex-husband.

After retiring from LAPD, Paul Donovan took charge of tiny Comfort’s police department. Bored senseless, he’s still not ready for chaos in the form of his ex-wife shaking up his life. Joy arrives just in time to meddle in his investigation of a string of accidental deaths. Now forced to work together, Joy and Paul confront some unexpected challenges.

It’s emotional deja vu as they dig through their thorny past, reawaken old sexual attraction, and face the fact they never stopped loving each other.


“It could have been crazy,” she said, straightening her shirt.

Paul didn’t believe her. She read it in his expression. They had no business reopening their past, and that was exactly what they’d do if they got it on right here right now. She stared at him, desire whispering for a reprieve. Joy cleared her head with a sigh. He swallowed. So did she.

He patted her hip, a sure sign that the party was over. “Let’s go.”

Not quite understanding what had come over her in the first place, she attempted to sound upbeat. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

She pulled up her corduroy pants while Paul backed out of the car, ass first. He tucked in his shirt and pulled off his knit cap then scratched his head. He made a sound in his throat like a quiet self-deprecating curse. With lips drawn tight, and eyes crinkled at the corners, he stepped back while she crawled out.

“So what’d we learn from this?”

He didn’t waste a beat as he opened the passenger door for her. “That I had no business bringing you out here.”

She stopped close by his face, and ran her hand along the jaw that had just rubbed her cheek raw. She caught a whiff of his aftershave mixed with a surge of testosterone, and wished she’d had the chance to breathe more of him. “You’re right, Mr. Straight and Narrow,” she said, staring at him, her mouth still tingling from his kisses. “This was probably a mistake. Heaven forbid we should have some mind-numbing sex for old time’s sake.”

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~ Until the next time, cheers – and remember to drink responsibly! ~

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