Liz Flaherty - A Touch of Elegance

I don’t remember exactly how old I was or the name of the store. I don’t know what I was doing there or who I was with or what I was wearing. I have no idea what time of the year it was. How’s that for an auspicious beginning to explaining where the setting for a book came from?

          Well, better than you’d think. No, wait, I’m the author, so I’ll be a little less arrogant and say more logical than you’d think. (This is still arrogant, to tell the truth—logic and I are enemies from way back.)

          The place in general was a big department store in Indianapolis, and the place in particular was a tearoom. I had lunch there. I don’t know what I ate or drank, but I remember the clink of shiny, unspotty flatware against thin china with gold or silver around its rims. I remember that the waitress—who wore a starched and attractive uniform—held up a pie plate as a shield against splashing when she poured hot beverages into pretty cups that fit women’s hands. I remember real cream in glass pitchers and ice tinkling in sparkling glasses of water with slices of lemon in them. I remember cloth napkins and table covers, though not what color they were.

          I remember—and here’s the logical part—how I felt when I was there. I was a country kid who was happy to be one. Elegance had had no part in my life and it wasn’t anything I’d missed. But I liked that hour or so of thin china and crisp linen napkins and quiet socialness. Elegance. It created a restful place in my tempestuous adolescent soul that I went back to time after time over the years.

          Segue into…oh, a long time later.

          When Lucy Dolan’s rusty blue van broke down in front of the Victorian house belonging to the woman she’d driven to Taft, Indiana to visit, it was the last straw. If Lucy had been the pulling-her-hair-out and wailing “why me?” sort, she’d have done just that. Instead, almost before she knew it, her restaurant experience combined seamlessly with Gert Taylor’s business savvy and Tea on Twilight was born. The tearoom had cloth napkins and table covers, thin china, shiny flatware—sound familiar? It had, in the little river town, just a touch of elegance.

          But then Boone Brennan, Gert’s oh-yeah-gorgeous nephew, comes to town for the summer, and he’s not at all sure how he feels about tearooms. Or about Lucy Dolan.

          Jar of Dreams will be released by Carina Press on January 14. It’s available for pre-order at

http://www.amazon.com/Jar-of-Dreams-ebook/dp/B00A22UVXC or http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jar-of-dreams-liz-flaherty/1113832196 or http://ebooks.carinapress.com/9FAA186B-F22E-4C59-B2B2-DB2848E16899/10/134/en/SearchResults.htm?SearchID=10728942

          Come visit me at http://www.lizflaherty.com/ or http://wordwranglers.blogspot.com/

          To celebrate the release of this book I truly love and hope you do, too, I’m giving away a cup and saucer to one commenter. All you have to do—aside from leaving your email address—is answer this question. (I know, there’s always a catch, isn’t there?) What do you consider a touch of elegance?

***Liz's winner is Pat Cochran!  Please email totebag@authorsoundrelations.com with your mailing information. Thanks!***