Talisman Turner Minds the Gap

Talisman Turner Minds the Gap (cover)

Psych & the City #2


Perennially single Bostonian Talisman Turner has finally found the perfect boyfriend. Graham Salisbury has a) broad shoulders, b) a sexy British accent, c) blue-gray eyes (which, like Boston roads, are easy to get lost in), d) a generous spirit, and e) a sexy British accent. (Yep, this one bears repeating!)

But…Graham lives three thousand miles away. So, Tali packs up her dresses, her romantic comedy DVD collection, and her heart’s dreams for the future and moves to London–where, she discovers, you don’t need an ocean to create distance.

Secrets work just as well.

In desperation, Tali resorts to using her trusty psychological theories on love and attraction to help her cope with Graham’s past.

Will they drive the wedge even deeper–or help her bridge the gap?

In a physical bookstore…

…this novel would be shelved in the same section as Sophie Kinsella, Jill Mansell, and other classic British chick lit authors.

Like those works, while the hero of this contemporary romance comedy is super-sexy, the novel itself is sweet, not steamy.

Here’s a brief taste of this “zero-calorie” treat:

Excerpt: Talisman Turner’s Unlucky Valentine’s Day…

I curl into a ball at the edge of the futon, clutching a throw pillow and the box of chocolates to my chest. The constricted position mirrors my constricting heart. Instead of lighting lavender-scented pillar candles, which now glow like skeletal bones in my living room, running my peony pink nails through Graham’s soft hair, and snipping off the price tag of the Ralph Lauren colorblock matte jersey dress with a saucily short hem I bought specially for this occasion, I’ll be spending Valentine’s Day alone, watching Pretty Woman for the eighty-seventh time.

This isn’t a crisis of epic proportions, I remind myself. It’s not a natural disaster which wreaked havoc on more than one continent. It’s not the death of John-John Kennedy, prematurely killed before he had a chance to restore Camelot. It’s not the miniscule amount of screen time Angel had in the series finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

It’s just Valentine’s Day.

Mouth agape, I gawk at the mostly empty box of chocolates. Surely, I didn’t become so depressed over a commercial gambit used to boost the quarterly sales reports for florists, confectioners, and greeting card manufacturers that I demolished all of these chocolates? Unlike Christmas, Valentine’s Day isn’t even a real holiday.

Like New Year’s Eve? asks a traitorous voice in my head, oddly sharing the raspy quality of Ursula’s in The Little Mermaid. I ignore it and continue my musing. Surely, I’m depressed and weepy over something more meaningful, something deeper…something more impressive…

…something like existential despair.

Frankly, I’m not even sure what existentialism is exactly. I merely overheard my best friend, Jem, discussing it with her new boyfriend, one night when we all went out for sangria and tapas. But it sounds just suitably morose enough to warrant my current state of gluttony.

The sound of someone knocking on my door jolts me out of my somber thoughts. My heartbeat quickens, and I race to the jamb, hoping that somehow Graham made it to Boston after all. His talk of blueberry crises was just a practical joke which I will scold him for later—after I give him a spine-tingling, toe-curling, welcome-back-to-the-Eastern-Standard-time-zone kiss.

But when I fling open the door, it’s not the blue-gray eyes of my British boyfriend I stare into, but the piercing green eyes of my ex-boyfriend, Doug.

Discussion Guide for Book Clubs

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It’s perfect for book clubs who love to explore questions regarding love, marriage, and psychology. Enjoy!

Discussion Guide

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