Part 23 (1/2)

”So Miss Marlowe here is my wife?”

”Y-y-yes, my lord.”

”And I'm her husband.”

The minister bobbed his head, terror having finally succeeded in robbing him of all power of speech.

Jamie grinned. ”That's all I needed to know.”

As the last hope of the Sinclairs and the future hope of the Hepburns swept his bride up in his arms and went striding down the aisle of the abbey with her, his men set up a rousing cheer, her sisters squealed their delight and the poor beleaguered minister collapsed on the steps of the altar in a dead faint.

Look for Goodnight Tweetheart Goodnight Tweetheart by Teresa Medeiros, coming February 2011 from Gallery Books!

Dear Readers, The question an author gets asked more than any other is, ”When are you going to write the book of your heart?” I am absolutely blessed to be able to say that each of my twenty novels, including the one you just read, was the book of my heart at the time I wrote it. That's exactly why I knew I had to pay attention when two new characters, Abby Donovan and Mark Baynard, started burning a hole in that heart.

I've always loved Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail, Love Letters, Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail, Love Letters, and and Same Time, Next Year Same Time, Next Year-stories where two strangers brought together by chance discover a love with the potential to last a lifetime. After I signed up for the social media site Twitter last year and discovered the joy of connecting with my readers in such an intimate and immediate way, I was even more intrigued by the idea. Before long, Abby and Mark started ”tweeting” in my head and insisting that I give them voices on the page.

I hope you'll look for Goodnight Tweetheart: A Love Story in 140 Characters Goodnight Tweetheart: A Love Story in 140 Characters when it's released by Gallery Books in February 2011. Until then, I'd like to leave you with a little peek at Mark and Abby's first exchange. when it's released by Gallery Books in February 2011. Until then, I'd like to leave you with a little peek at Mark and Abby's first exchange.

Warmest, Teresa

In this scene from Goodnight Tweetheart, Goodnight Tweetheart, former literary sensation Abby Donovan is reluctantly trying Twitter for the very first time after an extremely bad day spent reading to toddlers at a local bookstore. She's about to meet Mark Baynard, a man who uses both humor and imagination to hide a secret that could change both of their lives forever. former literary sensation Abby Donovan is reluctantly trying Twitter for the very first time after an extremely bad day spent reading to toddlers at a local bookstore. She's about to meet Mark Baynard, a man who uses both humor and imagination to hide a secret that could change both of their lives forever.

According to the page that popped up, Abby was now ”AbbyDonovan” and she already had seventeen followers. Having ”followers” made her feel like some sort of kooky religious cult leader. An empty box invited her to answer one simple question-”What's happening?”

Her fingers hovered over the keys, torn between typing, ”None of your business” and ”I'm sipping Cristal on the beach at St. Tropez with Brad Pitt.”

Sighing, she finally settled on the truth: ”I'm feeling sorry for myself.” ”I'm feeling sorry for myself.” She hit the update b.u.t.ton and waited. She hit the update b.u.t.ton and waited.

Nothing. Apparently users of Twitter had better things to do with their time than attend her little pity party.

She drummed her fingers on the MacBook's touchpad for a minute, then typed, ”Hallooo...? Is anybody out there?”

She refreshed her screen two times in quick succession. Still nothing. She decided to try one more time before retreating to the steamy oblivion of the shower. A message popped up on the screen, rewarding her persistence: ”R U a virgin?”

Taken aback, Abby studied the cheery little profile pic of a plump bluebird that appeared to belong to one MarkBaynard for a long moment before cautiously typing, ”That depends. Are you auditioning for TO CATCH A PREDATOR?” and hitting the update b.u.t.ton.

MarkBaynard's response was immediate: ”Glad to see you have such high-brow taste in entertainment.”

A reluctant grin curved her lips as she typed, ”What can I say? ROCK OF LOVE: TOUR BUS can't be on every night.”

”Yeah & who hasn't dreamed of marching up to some pedophile & saying 'My name is Chris Hansen from DATELINE NBC & your sorry a.s.s is toast'?”

”Ha!” Abby typed, hitting the exclamation mark with a triumphant flourish. ”So you HAVE watched it!”

”Only when PBS is having a pledge drive. But I digress-R U a Twitter virgin?”

”This is my first time,” Abby confessed. ”But you're not being very gentle with me.”

She was growing increasingly comfortable with the rhythm of their exchange on the screen. It was like being in a tennis match with their words as the ball. Before she could draw back her racket, he lobbed another volley across the Internet: MarkBaynard: What can I say? I like it rough. So how did you end up here? Attention span too short for Facebook?

AbbyDonovan: I didn't like the answers to those silly Facebook quizzes. They kept telling me I was the love child of Marge Simpson & Marilyn Manson.

MarkBaynard: Maybe you're just secretly one of those people who would rather have followers than friends.

AbbyDonovan: Yes, it's part of my diabolical plot to achieve world domination.

MarkBaynard: If you start hanging out over here, won't your Facebook friends miss you?

AbbyDonovan: Those people weren't my friends. If they had been, they wouldn't have sent me all those annoying quizzes.

MarkBaynard: A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

AbbyDonovan: Or take home their imaginary kittens. So how is Twitter different?

MarkBaynard: Twitter is the perpetual c.o.c.ktail party where everyone is talking at once but n.o.body is saying anything.

AbbyDonovan: Then why are YOU here?

MarkBaynard: Because no one will invite me to their c.o.c.ktail parties.

AbbyDonovan: I can't imagine that. Not with your warmth and charm.

MarkBaynard: Well, if you must know, I was considering a career as a DEmotivational speaker.

AbbyDonovan: And just how would that work?

MarkBaynard: You get a fabulous, innovative new idea then pay me to come to your house and explain why it'll never work.

AbbyDonovan: How do I know you're not a serial killer or some lonely 14-year-old living in your mom's bas.e.m.e.nt?

MarkBaynard: For all you know, I'm a lonely 14-year-old serial killer living in my mom's bas.e.m.e.nt.

AbbyDonovan: With your girlfriend's head in the refrigerator?