#ShareAReviewDay – The Right Wrong Man by Pamela S. Wight

I’m still on a “head-heal” as I recover from a concussion, but I was a guest author last Tuesday on The Write Stuff, in which author/blogger Marcia Meara highlights a wonderful review by Annika Perry of my novel The Right Wrong Man. Hope you hop over and see what she has to say!

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This afternoon, our guest is Pam Wight, who is sharing a lovely review of her novel The Right Wrong Man. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy reading this one, and thanks so much for sharing it throughout your social media links.

REVIEW:
5.0 out of 5 Stars: A Gripping Romantic Thriller
By Annika on February 16, 2018

Wow!! The Right Wrong Man is a rollercoaster of a novel and manages to combine my two favourite genres into one book! The genteel calm beginning lulled me into a false sense of security before the tension and drama quickly escalated into a thriller interwoven with romance.

At the centre of the story is Meredith, a feisty woman torn between two men. The juxtaposition of the title hooked me before I’d even started to read the book. Is the right man wrong for Meredith or is the wrong man right for her? Many…

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How Do YOU Do Nothing?

porch, rocking chair, doing nothing, New England relaxingWhat do you do when you’re told to do nothing?

That’s been my dilemma this past week after a distracted driver (ie, texting) plowed into me and my guy as we headed to Delaware to visit my mom.

We never made it. Damage to car and persons was better than expected, except I got a concussion.

I won’t go into the discomfort and the fear as my body showed me in many ways that I had to stop, which I didn’t do until I finally visited my doctor, who set forth a five-day-rule: Continue reading

Here and Where

weighty thoughts, paperweight, blogThe music takes me away from my writing chair here and brings me to where. Any where I want to go. On this morning, I’d like to go back to the weekend, where my son-in-law sets an individual lava cake ramekin in front of me, proud of his accomplishment, beaming in my praise.

Sons-in-law have it tough, I muse now as a chilly May breeze blows through my window, bird song following with twirling high notes of friendly greetings.

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