For those that don’t know what these new featurettes will be about, here is the scoop! “You’ll Never Believe…” will feature the weirdest questions or encounters that authors have been asked/had. Might be about their books or random things, like meetings in a bathroom where someone asked what brand of toilet paper they normally use. Fun stuff and inside scoops that an author would not normally share.
Today’s “You’ll Never Believe…” celebrates the release of Kelly Jamieson’s latest book “Loving Maddie from A to Z”. In this one, the author tells us about a close call… where she almost lost her husband in Paris. *gasp* THIS ONE gave me a panic attack!!!
You’ll Never Believe… by Kelly Jamieson
A couple of years ago, my husband and I travelled to France to visit our daughter Courtney. She was going to university in Montpelier on an exchange for one term, with her best friend Mardi. The last part of our trip, my husband and I went to Nice on our own, then took the train from Nice to Paris. Courtney and Mardi took the train from Montpelier to Paris to meet us there for a few days. Our trains were supposed to arrive around the same time, in the same station, but our train got delayed due to an accident on the track.
By the time we arrived, we were tired and so were they, after waiting hours in the train station for us. I offered to pay for taxis to get to our hotel, but Courtney and Mardi had figured out the subway route for us so we set off to the station. We stopped to look at the map, noting which station we needed to change lines at. My husband hadn’t been to Paris before, where all us girls had so he didn’t pay much attention to the map, letting us plan it out. At this point I should note that Courtney and Mardi speak fluent French, of course, and I speak French also though it’s a bit rusty. My husband does not speak French at all.
The train arrived, we all piled on with all our luggage, the girls first, then me, then…the doors closed and my husband was still standing on the platform. It was a train with automatic doors. My daughter tried to stop it but couldn’t. I was afraid she was going to lose her hand! She yelled at her father through the door “STAY HERE!”
We pulled away, leaving him there, shaking our heads. We agreed we’d get off at the next stop and I’d take a train back to the station to get him. They waited on the platform while I ran up, crossed over to the other side, got back on a train and rode back to the last station. Then I ran up and over again back to the platform where we’d left my husband.
He wasn’t there. I stalked up and down the entire platform, went up and looked around in the station, back down to the platform, cursing and swearing the whole time. Where did he go? Did he get on another train? He had no idea where to get off and change trains, no idea what the next train was to take, no idea even where the hotel was since I had booked everything! And he didn’t speak French! And we didn’t have cell phone use while we were there. Oh my god, I was so furious at him.
I was just going to go back to the station where Courtney and Mardi were and try to figure out what to do next, when Mardi arrived, saying, “We found him!”
Yes, he’d gotten on the next train, not even thinking that he had no idea where to go. He was just going to stay on it until the last stop, which would have gotten him…nowhere. Luckily, when the train stopped at the next station, he was in the car right where Courtney and Mardi were standing and they spotted him. They started yelling, “GET OFF! GET OFF!” so he jumped off. And all was well. It could have been such a disaster, though—my husband, lost in Paris, no idea where to go or how to find us.
I wanted to punch him I was still so mad at him, and we were all now even more tired and grouchy, but the next day, we laughed about it, as you do. ☺
Loving Maddie from A to Z Blurb:
Award-winning photojournalist Zack Donovan is happy to be alive after being held captive by a band of rebels in Syria. He’s not so happy to be on his way back to Chicago to recuperate with his college friends Maddie and Aidan, who are now a couple. The fear while being held prisoner was nothing compared to how he feels about facing the two people who unknowingly broke his heart seven years ago.
Maddie and Aidan are deeply in love, but lately they feel something is missing for them. They’d do anything to make the other happy, but are struggling to figure out what that is. Those problems are set aside, however, when their best friend from college is taken hostage in Syria. After graduation, Maddie and Aidan were hurt by Zack’s refusal to ever come home to visit, but he’s still their friend and he has no family, so when he’s finally free they insist he come stay with them to recover.
Zack’s a different man now. He’s seen terrible things. He’s come to terms with his sexuality and embraced his need to dominate. Maddie and Aidan would be shocked to know the kinds of things he likes to do. A guy like him will never have a relationship like theirs. But when Zack realizes he might be able to show Maddie and Aidan what they’re missing, he faces a dilemma. Do something? Do nothing? Pretend everything’s fine? Help them if he can? But will showing them what they’re missing help save their relationship…or destroy it?
About the Author:
Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that’s sweet. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com.