Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Guest Post: If Wishes Were Coffee by Michelle Moore

I want to thank Darien at Pants Off Reviews for hosting day three of my blog tour for my newest short story “If Wishes Were Coffee”. If you’re looking for a perfect mash-up of fun things like cute guys, coffee, sand and surf, and best of all, magic, “Wishes” is the story for you.

Yesterday’s blog post focused on Todd, the barista half of the cute guys. Today I’m going to focus on the magic half of the relationship. Daniel has a bond with the beach town of Playa Escondida, one that ties him to the beach itself.

Daniel agreed to join me on his favorite section of beach and answer some questions that might be of interest to readers.

Why did you choose Playa Escondida when you went looking for a new place to live?

I wish I could say that it was because I knew Todd was here. Truthfully though, it wasn’t my decision. I was needed here, so here I am. It’s not really a choice kind of thing. Remember in elementary school when they put name tags on the desks and you had to sit where your name was? It’s kind of like that. Someone else makes the decisions. Not that I’m complaining! Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Well, it’s pretty awesome that you were needed where you actually wanted to be. We could all wish for that kind of luck. So we hear you spend a lot of time in Los Granos de Café Oro. What would you say is your favorite order at the coffee shop?

Black with two packets of Sweet-n-Low. No, wait, that would be Todd’s pretend drink of choice. Mine is a two shot mocha, dark chocolate syrup, extra whip. And a cookie. And a quick grope behind the counter. Uh… you know I’m joking about that last one, right? Kind of?

Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a quick grope between consenting adults. I’m in favor. Okay, so I have to ask, since I know this is a question a lot of people have. Do you DO magic, or are YOU magic? Can you do any tricks?

My card tricks are legendary down at the Senior Center. I had a one-man show back in April, and they’ve asked me to help out with the Christmas talent show this year. No more rabbits, though. I had hives for a week last time, and my eyes swelled shut. Had to take all the angora sweaters off my Amazon wish list.

Let’s pretend this is The Newly Wed Game. We asked Todd what his favorite thing about you was. What do you think he said?

My dashing good looks and debonair charm? My cheese omelets? Can I have a hint? 


As it turned out, a date that was a real date, and not just a payback dinner, intimidated Daniel to an unholy degree. They'd had dinner last night, they'd kind of made out; tonight would probably fall along the same lines. What was there to be anxious about? Nothing except the Gifter and his damned spell. It could turn out to be the perfect date in every conceivable way, and all it would take would be that as-yet-unknown person walking past and he'd lose any chance he'd ever had with Todd. In the end, it was purely a matter of taking what he could and being thankful for it that got him moving.

By the time Todd knocked on the door at seven, he'd gone through an entire bag of Doritos, and then panicked, brushing his teeth twice and following up with mouthwash to avoid the dreaded nacho cheese breath. In contrast, Todd was everything calm, cool and collected, and Daniel had to do a double take when he saw his hair. It took him a second to figure what had happened. Todd had cut his hair, the wild brown mop tamed into something almost respectable. Cute, but a little disconcerting.

Todd grinned, holding out a pink and orange box. "Wine seemed silly, since we're going out, and flowers didn't seem appropriate, so I brought doughnuts. If nothing else, they're the breakfast of champions when paired with a nice strong espresso."

The assumption was there, out in the open now. If they were having breakfast together, chances were good it would be because Todd had stayed over and not because he happened to stop by and tap on the door at the breakfast hour. Daniel's thoughts were spinning around so crazily that he could only accept the box with a loopy smile.

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Michelle Moore has a well-documented obsession with travel, television, frappaccinos and flamingos. These, however, come in a distant second to her love of writing. Most evenings she can be found huddled over her laptop at the local Starbucks, dividing her time between actually writing and pretending to be a barista. While Michelle would like to claim child prodigy status, the truth is that she’s only been scribbling words on paper since she was six. However, she’s moved beyond those initial Dick and Jane story knock-offs to slightly more adult topics (but not necessarily more mature characters).

Michelle has discovered that romance, her genre of choice, just so happens to do that peanut butter-n-chocolate thing with such varied flavors as science fiction, magical realism and historicals. No matter which mishmash she chooses, though, her style tends towards the sweet end of the spectrum.

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