#Asmsg #Bynr Nov═►Last week to win a paperback copy of Third Time’s The Charm!

This is the last week to enter the Goodreads Giveaway of Third Time’s The Charm  (open to US, UK, and Canada)!

Please click on the cover below to be taken to the Giveaway and enter to win one of THREE paperbacks!!

While you’re there, please add the book to your To Read list, because EVERYONE who is entered in the giveaway and added the book to their To-Read shelf has a chance to win 1 of 10 digital copies of Third Time’s The Charm! After Goodreads picks their three winners, I will randomly pick TEN more winners, and message you via your Goodreads account for your free digital version.

(Please remember it is necessary to read First, I Love You and Second of All prior to Third Time’s The Charm.)


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Ends November 15th!

As always, thank you for your support!

#Asmsg #Bynr Nov═►Want a chance to win a signed copy of Third Time’s The Charm?

The last week or so I have put a great deal of thought into how wonderful my fans are. And I’m not talking about my family and friends who happen to be fans of my writing, I’m talking about perfect strangers who take the time to tweet me, send inboxes, or write a review. It amazes me and fills me with deep gratitude.

SO, I have changed my Goodreads Giveaway of Third Time’s The Charm to include my Canadian and UK fans. Please click on the cover to be taken to the Giveaway and enter to win one of THREE signed paperbacks (while you’re there please add the book to your To Read list, or rate it if you’ve already read it!):


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Ends November 15th!

As always, thank you for your support!

Conversations at 30,000 Feet– A Downey Outtake #ASMSG |

I wrote the following this morning as a thank you to everyone that’s helped get the Facebook Page to 1500 likes!! THANK YOU! You guys are THE best fans in the universe! 🙂


Conversations at 30,000 Feet

(A Maeve Downey and Ginny Sommers missing moment from Second of All)

 by Genevieve Dewey

“Have you ever done something that seemed to be the practical sort of thing to do, and you did it thinking, no big deal, maybe it wasn’t a nice move but surely everyone would see it was not sinister. And when you did it, you were totally oblivious to the connotations it might have in another’s mind or the potential ramifications? And even after you did it, you’re thinking, what’s the big deal? And they’re thinking, deal breaker?”

Maeve Downey knit her brows together and tapped her index fingers without unlacing her hands. She tilted her head to look at her blonde row mate. Never in her nearly eighty decades on this planet had she ever met such a balled up bundle of energy and tamped down emotions before like this Agent Sommers. ’Cept, of course, when she looked in her own mirror.

“Well, tis my experience people often see sinister things when they go lookin’ for ’em,” Maeve answered.

“I don’t think he was looking for them, per se, but…” Ginny trailed off, frowned, scooted a bit in her seat then started twirling the tiny straw in her cocktail again at break-neck pace.

Maeve was of the opinion that the girl ought to try something a bit stronger than vodka and tonic. She would offer her something, but, was fairly certain that wouldn’t go over well, seein’ as the girl was a Federal Agent and all. Seemed to be one of those that actually took the job seriously, to boot.

“I just… and true, maybe I’m just tired, not at the top of my game, I mean, clearly not, here we are, aren’t we?” Ginny babbled on.

“Where? Thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic? Or were ye speaking more metaphorical like?” Maeve asked.

Truth be told, she too, was feeling too weary to keep up her usual level of banter. There was an irony to gaining exhaustion through helping one’s son retire from a game one was still playing. Children weren’t supposed to retire before their parents any more than they were supposed to die before their parents… but God never did play by human rules.

Agent Sommers’ school ring clacked as she slapped her hand flat on the snack tray. She drummed her finger tips a few quick times, took a deep breath, then seemed to calm a bit. A very small bit. She turned counter clockwise, pushing her elbow into the seat behind her to brace herself and stared Maeve down. She had that hardened female copper look in her eyes and her mouth turned down just slightly, so as to say, ‘I mean business’, yet not be off-putting. Maeve smiled. Ah, maybe she did have a round or two left in her. This was always Maeve’s favorite part of the dance, the rare occasions when law caught up on the race track enough to have a friendly chat with her. Pauli and Mickey had always hated it. Maybe that was the Downey in ’em—rapscallions all of ’em—but when they’d been caught, nothing but a bunch of red-eared little boys. Not Maeve. Chess had always been her favorite game. There was nothing more exhilarating than having a chat with someone who could actually keep up with her. ‘Twas a shame it happened so rarely.

Agent Sommers finished her examination of Maeve’s face and must have decided it wasn’t worth it because she drooped back against the seat and went back to staring out the window as she had while making her decision to carry on to Ireland instead of going after Tommy. A smart decision on her part, smarter than she knew.

“Isn’t there more than one St. Brigid’s well in Ireland? Why fly into Dublin when there must be one closer to Galway?”

Maeve chuckled. “That’s the tack your ship’s sailing? There aren’t always flights into Galway from the States. Call yourself an investigator?”

Ginny’s mouth pursed a bit in obvious amusement but she kept staring at the shut airplane window.

“Seemed better than asking Tommy’s grandmother if she thought he’d forgive me for handcuffing him to a bed. I like to ease into things.”

“Handcuff—oh ho!” Maeve chortled so loud people’s heads started to turn.

Ginny grinned at Maeve but her eyes still seemed haunted.

“I honestly thought it wasn’t that big a deal, I swear. I left the key, and his phone in reach. I just wanted a head start. I knew it’d make him mad, sure, but I was thinking mad enough to say ‘screw it, I’m staying home’, not…not…”

Maeve fought through her chuckles and reached in her purse for her flask. She picked up the girl’s plastic cup and poured her herb-infused alcohol in the cup. Agent Sommers stared at the cup with her mouth parted and her brows furrowed.

“Exactly how many people did you bribe to get that through?”

“Now don’t be gettin’ yer nickers in a twist, what’s the point as we’re halfway round the world already?”

“The point is, if you can get something through, a terrorist could—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, lay it down, woman, and take a drink.”

The stunned look on Agent Sommers’ face was worth breaking her own rule against unnecessary cussing. And swearing was almost always unnecessary, in her opinion. Ginny laughed a bit and took a sip of the concoction. She let out a wheeze.

“Wow! What is in that?” Ginny squeaked out. She took her paper napkin and dabbed her eyes.

“Ah, just a few herbs. Just a garden variety tincture, no pun intended,” Maeve smiled. It was one of her ‘don’t mind me, I’m just a dotterin old lady’ smiles.

She was pleased to see the girl’s eyes narrow. Yes, this one had a sharp mind.

Ginny took another tiny sip. “Wormwood? And… is that anise? No… it’s…”

Maeve watched Ginny wipe her brow and blink her eyes, frowning intently into her cup. She set it on the tray with a shaking hand, and with a resigned sigh, turned her head back to Maeve.

“Dammit,” Ginny whispered sadly. Maeve patted her leg under the tray.

“You’re a good Agent. I just have a few decades on ye, that’s all,” Maeve said kindly, and she did mean it kindly. “Have a good rest now. Tommy’ll prob’ly forgive ye anything. He’s more like his father than he wants to admit.”

“I know…” Ginny replied in a breathy mumble, eyes drooping.

Maeve watched the girl finally succumb to sleep then leaned her own head against her chair and closed her eyes. She hoped the two would work their handcuff problem out. Seein’ as how they were about to have a lot more pressing problems than a lover’s quarrel.

–Copyright 2013, Genevieve Dewey All Rights Reserved.

HOLY COW! Downey Trilogy fans are the best fans EVER! #ASMSG |

Guess what?! As some of you know I am in the middle of working on getting First, I Love You (Downey #1) a facelift in the form of a super sexy new cover after which I am hoping to go on a promoting frenzy. That, and I’ve been trying to write on Third Time’s The Charm (Downey #3). Anyway, this makes for occasionally stressed, slightly frazzled Gen. So today, when I got this in my inbox from someone who recently read First, I Love You, I swear it was like ambrosia for the soul! Holy cow, I adore the fact this scene meant enough to her that she took the time to make something! Some of you may know I have been inclined to make my own fan art for stories that have captured my imagination, so to think someone else did that for something *I* wrote is… is….. Hell, I’m speechless with gratitude.


So tell me, how awesome is this?




THANK YOU, Rosette!

What are you passionate about?


Don’t take me for granted…

Stole this from Facebook. I love it. That’s true of me, for sure, but in general one should never take the people in one’s life for granted. Cherish them and make them feel cherished, wanted, needed … every day. Or maybe one day, they’ll walk away.


I Want To Thank You

Every day I get up I am thankful for my family and friends. I am so blessed to have them in my life! But I am ALSO grateful/thankful/humbled by the thought that there are people out there who enjoy reading what I write as much as I love writing it.

So to all you fans (whether I know you or not) :


A couple of important things coming this week! #ASMSG

Other than my middle son’s 7th birthday and the possible end of the world… naw I’m kidding.


1. Starting Tuesday, December 18th until Thursday, December 20th, the Kindle version of First, I Love You will be ON SALE for only $.99!!! I’ll be tweeting like a fiend on those days promoting it. Your help would be appreciated but most importantly I hope to have your patience as I slightly spam your Twitter and Facebook feeds. 😛

2. Also on Thursday, December 20th, the Goodreads Giveaway of First, I Love You ends and then I will send out two free signed copies.

3. Also, also, ALSO on December 20th, I will start participating in the Christmas Giveaway at Reading Romances. I plan to give away 10 digital copies of First, I Love You in whatever format the winner chooses (Kindle, iBooks, Nook), and 2 lucky winners will get a signed paperback copy of BOTH First, I Love You and Second of All (after the January 1st release of course). You can click on the little flying books icon on the right to enter between the dates of December 20th to 27th.

4. We are also only two weeks away from the launch of Second of All. SO, after I get the FILY books in the mail I will start a Giveaway for Second of All only with a LOT more copies so I could use some help getting the word out to make such a giveaway successful. I will also start a Q&A on the Downey Trilogy after the release. Such things only work if I’m not talking to myself. *hint hint* *wink wink*

And in conclusion, a shout out to my super fantastic husband who got me these super swell planners to keep track of all these different projects AND my writing. He’s so… just really… wonderful. It must get exhausting dealing with my cluttered mind, but I called him when he was on a trip and I babbled and babbled and babbled about “and I need this and I need that and I just don’t know how to do this and that” and whine, whine, whine… and somehow he was able to translate this into normal people language and bring me home the EXACT thing I needed when I was sure such a thing didn’t exist.



Hope you all have a fantastic week!


To my friends and family…

I love you.