Hoo, boy, am I in a jam. I have the best boyfriend in the universe (smart, handsome, caring, self-supporting, healthy). I'm on the far side of thirty. And I'm kind of obsessed with neatness and order in my life.
Murder at the Taffy Shop (which releases on the 31st!) isn't about any of that, per se, but hey, life goes on. So here's a glimpse into a not-so-happy scene from about a third of the way into the book. They'd just been talking about someone who had found his birth son.
Tim caressed my shoulder. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Mac, honey, when am I going to be able to convince you to have a birth son—or daughter—of our own? I love you.” He smiled tenderly. “I want to get married and start a family with you. We’re good together. We can make it work. I’ll be an equal partner.”
I closed my eyes for a moment. Here we go again. “I’m going to be honest with you.” I turned half sideways so I could see his face. “I love you, too. I love being with you. My family adores you. But I’m . . .” I shut my mouth. How could I say I was scared? Scared of being pregnant. Scared of all the mess babies bring. Scared things would change between us.
He stood, blowing out a breath. “You always have a ‘but.’ I don’t think you’re ever going to change your mind.”
I looked up at him in anguish. “Don’t be mad, Tim.” That was all I could say. I couldn’t promise him something I didn’t know if I’d ever be ready for. “Sit down? Let’s talk. Please?”
“Talk? We’ve been talking for months, Mac.”
And we had. He’d been infinitely patient with me.
“I don’t think you’re ever going to be ready.” He gazed at me with watery eyes. “You like your tidy world, your tidy life. But there’s no room for me in it. I want to live with you, wake up every morning with you. I want to be a father. I want children to love and play with and teach stuff to, with you as their mother. I want a family. And I wanted to make one with you.” His voice broke. He took two strides to the door, then turned slowly. “I’m not going through life without having kids, Mac. I can’t. It kills me to say this. But if I have to find someone else to create a family with, or if I have to adopt as a single parent, I will.”
The door clicked shut behind him. I sank my head into my hands. What had I done?
Uh-oh! You're going to have to read Murder at the Taffy Shop to see how that shakes out. And I hope you do. This second Cozy Capers Book Group Mystery - my twentieth novel -releases on March 31st in a one-year paperback exclusive with Barnes & Noble.
Readers: How do you feel about personal conflict in the mysteries you read? Good? Bad? Necessary? Please share, and my author will pick one of you to receive a signed copy of the new book when the box comes in!
Maxwell/Day lives north of Boston with her beau, where she cooks, gardens, and wastes time on Facebook. She blogs here, with the other Wicked Authors, and at Mystery Lovers' Kitchen. You can find her on Facebook, twitter, Instagram, and at her web site, edithmaxwell.com.