Dear Reader,

Slow Dancing on Price’s Pier is a second-chance love story—and writing it was my excuse as a writer to spend some time exploring the differences between the simple, wild rush of young love and the more complicated and intense journey of two adults falling in love again.

Teenagers fall in love with no reservations—they give everything in an instant. They don’t yet know the pain of heartache and they hold nothing back. The future is theirs for the taking.

So it was for my hero and heroine, Garret and Thea, who believed they’d found something supremely special when they fell in love during their senior year of high school.

But something went very wrong—I won’t say what. Lovers became enemies. Ten years and one marriage later, Garret and Thea find themselves in close proximity to one another again. Their chemistry is rekindled more intensely than ever before—but now, love is different. Now they have something to lose. They’ve both experienced the pain of heartache. And if they allow themselves to fall for each other again, it might hurt Thea’s young daughter and split Garret’s family apart.

If you love dramatic and emotional stories—the kind where love is born from real-life challenges—then you’ll love Slow Dancing on Price’s Pier.

The book also comes with a reader’s guide—I’m happy to do a Skype-in to your book group or even make an appearance if you’re in the NJ/NY area. This story offers a lot to talk about!

Wishing you much happy reading,

Lisa Dale

Excerpt from Slow Dancing On Price's Pier

© Lisa Dale

When the coffee shop was up and running, and the summer hires had arrived to tackle the morning rush, Thea ducked into her office to catch up on paperwork. Her heart dropped out of her chest when she saw Garret’s email address in her inbox. She thought for a moment that he was emailing her to tell her off—to rant and say all the things to her that he hadn’t said all those years ago. Instead, his message was simple, curt.

Jonathan wants to see Irina tomorrow. He plans to pick her up from school and keep her for the weekend. Please let her know she should expect her father then.

She leaned back in her chair, considering the computer screen with the feeling that she was sitting before a chess board and preparing to make her next move. Was this how it was going to be, then? Jonathan wanted to pick up his daughter, and Garret was to broker the deal?

She looked for long moments at his signature line, which was not a signature line at all—not even a name. She had the feeling that if his message had been delivered over a phone line rather than a computer screen, she would have heard him trying not to gag. Did he sign every email that way? So impersonally? Or just emails to her?

Dear G-,
Irina’s school has ended for the year. I’m sure she’ll be very excited about staying at your place for the weekend. But is it suitable for a ten-year-old girl? She gets hungry at the most unpredictable times (beer and pretzels will not suffice). She needs a nightlight to fall sleep. And she’s probably going to break something—though it’s hard to predict what.

To her surprise, the reply was nearly instantaneous:

Men, too, get hungry at unpredictable times (there will be plenty of kid food on hand). I can leave the hall light on for her at night. And there’s nothing here she can break that I can’t afford to replace ten times over.

Garret Maxwell Sorensen
Sorensen Consulting, President
Providence, RI
Sent from my mobile phone

                Thea sat back against the wooden slats of her chair; there was no reason to keep Irina from going to Garret’s for the weekend. Irina wanted to see her father and Jonathan no doubt was longing to see Irina too. But Thea worried. She didn’t know Garret anymore. Was he still so angry at her? So bitter?

                She hated that Garret hated her. She meant to live her life as a good person. She told the truth—even when it made her look bad. She deferred to other people’s wishes graciously. Some days, she felt her heart was full to bursting with love—for her family, for her customers at the coffee shop, for the coffee shop itself. She was not perfect, but she tried. She suspected that most people generally thought she was nice, even when she couldn’t connect with them on a personal level.

                But Garret hated her—despised her so deeply he’d split his family in two over her. It pained her, some days, the ache coming on when she least expected it, like an old injury that flares up days before the rain. To everyone she met she was a good person—to him she was a monster. From his absence at birthday parties and holidays, Thea could feel his indignant fury, an unrelenting, stubborn rage. And now she felt that sending her daughter off to Garret’s house was like putting her in a rowboat and shoving her out into a stormy sea.

                She covered her face with her hands and leaned on the desk before her. She’d been working on her column the night before, and her scribbled notes were strewn across the surface of the desk—along with Irina’s crayon drawings of horses and bears. Irina was a smart kid, bold and strong. Thea was a hundred times more nervous about sending her daughter away than Irina ever would be about going. Thea just had to trust that Jonathan would defend her—if Garret started filling her daughter’s head with his hate. She wouldn’t let Garret drive yet another wedge between the members of her family.

Dear Garret,
All right. I’ll have her packed up and ready to go on Friday afternoon. Jonathan can pick her up outside the coffee shop, if he prefers. I’ll send her out if he texts me when he gets there. I’ll also send her with a quarter pound of Guatemalan Huehuetenango, since he’s probably running out. You know he needs his morning coffee.

Again, the reply came lightning fast. Thea thought: So he’s the plugged-in type. Life at the speed of light. Her heart gave a little cry to think of him, compulsively watching his phone. 

Don’t need coffee. Just the kid. I’ll pick her up, not J. Will text you to send her out.
Garret Maxwell Sorensen
Sorensen Consulting, President
Providence, RI
Sent from my mobile phone

The kid, she thought. My kid.
She would be sending Jonathan his coffee anyway.

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To celebrate her new release, Lisa's hosting a contest for ASR readers! Just visit her website and find the answer to this question:

What would Thea have done differently with Garret had she understood his situation better?

Then email us at with your answer by midnight on April 13th, 2011. Be sure to include your full name and mailing address and please mark the subject heading as 'SDOPP'.

1st prize: A $25.00 gift certificate from Barnes & Noble and a copy of It Happened One Night.
2nd, 3rd and 4th prizes: A copy of Simple Wishes.

Good luck!

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