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Prescott Lane | Have Dessert First
Author Guest / September 26, 2014

Have you ever gone to a fancy restaurant and ordered dessert first? About a year ago, my husband took me to Commander’s Palace for dinner. Known for its flowers, splendid food, and wine, the restaurant is a landmark in the Garden District of New Orleans. We’d been before, and each visit is a treat. But this time was extra special. We were celebrating our wedding anniversary. Plus, we got to sit in the Garden Room, with its floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing huge oak trees. I’ll always remember this time — and not just because it was romantic — but because I ordered dessert first! Commander’s Palace has such great desserts, like so many other places in New Orleans — pralines (“praw-leens”), beignets (“ben-yeahs”), bananas foster, bread pudding, doberge (“dough-bash”). Oh my! I didn’t want to wait two hours for dessert. So when the waiter came by, I ordered a praline parfait, which is hand-crafted ice cream with candied pecans and praline syrup. The waiter looked at me like I had three heads, but no amount of judgment was going to stop me. It was going to be my first course. While devouring the divine dessert, I remember having an idea for…

Natasha Moore | There’s Something About the Ocean
Author Guest / September 26, 2014

I’ve lived around lakes my entire life. As a child, a big treat was going to one of the parks, splashing in the water and playing in the sand. I love the water, the sparkles of the sun reflecting off the surface, the holiday atmosphere of the shore. But I’d never been to the ocean. I was an adult before I ever made it to the coast of the Atlantic. And I was transformed. That may sound melodramatic, but that’s the way I felt. I was filled with a sense of awe, a primal pull that I hadn’t expected and didn’t understand. Tears filled my eyes and I never wanted to leave. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay. My home is still inland, near the lakes but not the ocean. I was able to buy a house with a lake view, but that’s the closest I’ve come. I visit the ocean as often as I can, most often to the Outer Banks in North Carolina or the ocean-side of Florida. And I put the ocean in some of my stories, so I can experience it through my characters too. In THE COTTAGE NEXT DOOR, Hunter and Sylvie have both suffered losses and…