A Moment with Mary Marvella

Do writers choose their stories or do the stories choose writers?

Why would I write a book about a forty-year-old virgin? It’s complicated. That sounds like a good name for a movie. Oh, wait, it is. (grin) Why would I spend months writing a book that was not likely to grab a New York editor by the throat and yell “best seller”? I guess I still must say, “It’s complicated.

The Gift was indeed a gift to me. Edna Mae, my old fashioned heroine, reminded me of all the women I knew who had given up their lives to care for parents, siblings, husbands, or their own kids. I understood her need to love and be loved by her parent’s. This shy woman insisted we tell her story her way. Editors and agents have said they liked the characters and the story, but… I finally decided to self publish. You would not believe the HUGE learning curve that presented me.

Now I must promote the book, and I will repeat, IT’S COMPLICATED! Yes, I meant to shout.

On Edna Mae’s 40th birthday she buried her controlling father and lost her virginity in a one-night-stand with a stranger she never expected to see a gain. Her life is about to change in more ways than she can imagine. This woman’s fiction has explicit sex and is very southern.

Edna Mae’s lawyer has taken her for a bite to eat after seeing to the probation papers and business.

Sam looked patient and businesslike. “Thanks, we’d like a booth out of the main traffic.”

The hostess shrugged, tossed long blond hair over her shoulder, then walked away with hip action that would have crippled me. I’d never try the incredibly high heels she wore, either.

Once seated in the booth, I stared at the menu. What would I like here? Every meal I’d prepared for my parents had been simple and bland, doctors’ orders.
The waiter came to tell us about the specials, recommending the grilled salmon.

“That sounds good,” Sam said.

“I’ll have that, too,” I said.

Sam added his salad choice, the house salad, and ordered Sweet Tea.

I ordered the same, heaving a heavy sigh of relief when the waiter left with our orders. No more decisions for my information-overloaded brain.

“So, how are you really?” Sam asked. He stared at me over the water glass he held, as though he wanted to read my mind.

No longer a servant to my father. No longer a virgin. He’d likely choke on the swig he took if I gave him either answer. Settling back on the leather cushions of the booth, I took a couple of swallows of water to stall answering.

“Okay, guess.” I shrugged.

The waiter brought large glasses of iced tea and salads.

Sam put his water glass on the table and speared a chunk of lettuce. “You’ve had a lot of information to digest today.”

“Yes.” I took a bite of salad. It was tasty with a citrus dressing and bits of dried fruit. Maybe Sam wouldn’t expect me to speak with my mouth full. Maybe I’d make better conversation with a glass of wine. Last night drinks helped me relax and talk with the stranger. He had made me feel comfortable.

Meals at home had always been silent, even when I’d come home from school with the excitement of a child eager to learn and to share with my parents.

Sam ate his salad with the relish of a starved man. He must really be hungry. I’d wondered if he stopped here because he thought I needed to eat.

I finished as the waiter brought our entrees.

The salmon was divine! I’d eaten half of it before I remembered the rest of my food.

Sam’s laugh drew my attention to his smile. “Good salmon?”

I paused with my fork on the way to my mouth. “I was hungrier than I thought.”

Sam grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

By the time I finished my meal, I was actually relaxed and comfortably full. When the waiter came to take dessert orders I glanced around the room. Oh, God. The place was full now, and I wanted to hide from all the people. Were they watching me?

“I don’t need dessert.” I tried not to show the panic building inside. “You order, though.”

Sam, bless his heart, shook his head. “Nah, I need to get back to the office. A lawyer’s work is never done.”

“That’s not the way I remember the expression.”

Do you know anyone who has sacrificed everything for family?


One lucky commenter will win a download of The Gift and another book by Mary Marvella.
The Gift is available for only 99 cents until April 2.




Other books by Mary Marvella
Haunting Refrain, Forever Love, and Christmas’s Best Bet, Humble pie.

32 thoughts on “A Moment with Mary Marvella

  1. Mary, I love this story. I think most women sacrifice a little something to raise a family, help out with parents and give emotional support to others. But we’re made that way. That’s why I love stories like this when someone who’s never been given a chance for happiness finds it! Good luck with it.

  2. What a fin interview. I’m already a fan of Mary M.’s work, but a little behind. She’s prolific. 🙂 I need to catch up. She’s a great story teller who really draws you into her world and makes it believable and engrossing.

  3. This is such a sweet story. I read a book once years ago (eons ago) about a woman who was an older virgin (at the beginning of the book she was, anyway). It was a wonderful story, but I can’t for the life of me remember the author or title!! Anyway, I’m glad there’s another one out there. 🙂

  4. This is a fantastic cover for a great read. I love the down-home southern comfort of the swing on the porch. Southern charm, southern comfort, hunky hero and a heroine that is mature enough to know what she wants. If your tired of the young nubile vixens and want a read with real life likeness, this is the one to read.

  5. I look forward to reading this book. The excerpt just drew me in. Western/western romance are my favorites, but I do love to expand out from that with other genres. This book hit close to home for me as I am currently and have always been the caregiver in my family. I am now the caregiver of my handicapp husband. We have been married for 31 yrs. In my quiet times, reading is my rest, my unwinding time.

    Take care and best of luck. Reba

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