Give Me A Beach by Terry Odell

Today I wel­come Susan M. Boyer to Terry’s Place. Susan is a life-long book lover and author of the Liz Tal­bot mys­tery series. She tags along with her hus­band on busi­ness trips when­ever she can because hotels are great places to write: fresh cof­fee all day and cook­ies at 4 p.m. They have a home in Greenville, SC, which they occa­sion­ally visit.

Susan will be giv­ing away a copy of her book, LOWCOUNTRY BOIL to one lucky com­menter. Win­ner will get to choose for­mat: dig­i­tal or print. You have until Fri­day to enter.

And while Susan is here, I’m also giv­ing away a book at Just Roman­tic Sus­pense.

Like many folks, I love the beach. Give me a beach umbrella, a chair, and a book, and I am one happy camper. I used to swim in the ocean, or per­haps more accu­rately, bob around in it, and ride the waves on any­thing that would float. That was before my close encounter with a stingray.

The waters off the coast of South Car­olina have a fair amount of sand and such stir­ring around in them cour­tesy of the rivers flow­ing into the Atlantic in the vicin­ity. Dis­claimer: I’m not a sci­en­tist who stud­ies such things. This is the rea­son I’ve been given since child­hood when I ask why the water in South Car­olina isn’t as clear as south Florida and the Caribbean. This could just as eas­ily be some­thing Mamma pulled out of thin air to keep me quite. I digress. The point is, you can’t see the bottom. [Read more...]