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Cary Grant interviews Tracy Connor
The heroine in Dating Cary Grant is a thirty-something career gal who is experiencing a rough patch in her marriage, and like any one who is in her position, she’s trying to figure out what to do about it, and who needs to do it. Is it her inflexibility and unrealistic expectation that is the biggest stressor causing her problems with Mike Connor, the man she married five years ago and the man she still truly loves, or is it Mayor Connor’s poor priorities where he puts work, work, and work in the top three spots of what he spends his time on?
Let have “Mr. Perfect”, screen legend Cary Grant, ask Tracy a few questions…
CG: Tracy, dear girl, what is it you most want your Mayor to change about his routine?
TC: I want him to lead a more balanced, more scheduled life. I don’t want him available to his constituents at all hours of the day and night, and all weekend.
CG: Sounds like you want a 9 to 5 banker type?
TC: Well, yes. I mean, I understand how much Mike loves working for the citizens of Cukor, Connecticut. But he doesn’t ever say no! Except to me.
CG: Ahh, I see. So this isn’t so much about his having a demanding schedule, as it is about cutting into your schedule with him.
TC: Exactly. When we have a date to go into the city, or I’m cooking dinner, or we make plans for a long weekend away, I want him to say “No” to anything that might come up that would cause him to cancel. He missed my birthday dinner because he said he had to deal with an attack of black flies in the city park! Black flies. Is it too much to ask that I mean more to my husband than an insect infestation, Mr. Grant?
CG: No. Of course not, Tracy dear. And I’m sure you show this same consideration to Mike than you wish he would show to you, don’t you? I mean, you don’t ever stay in Manhattan when you have a late meeting, or break a date to come to one of his public events, or go see his family, just because you boss might want you to, do you?
TC: Well, eh, Mr. Grant, that’s a bit complicated. You see things at work have been insane lately, and I’ve had to stay with my friend, Posey, sometimes for a few days at a time. But that’s different than Mike standing me up because of an attack of black flies in Cukor. Isn’t it?
DC: Is it, Tracy dear?
Readers, what do you think? In your experience, can a relationship really be a 50/50 equal partnership at all times? Leave a comment below and give Tracy Connor your advice.
About Dating Cary Grant
A modern Manhattan fairy tale starring…
Mike Connor, her estranged husband, a small town Mayor who loves his wife but doesn’t seem to have enough time to see her.
The handsome stranger, Philip Adams, who lives downstairs from the small sublet Tracy has temporarily moved into. He’s charming, funny and looks a lot like her very favorite screen icon, Cary Grant.
Dating Cary Grant is a romance all about New York City career woman Tracy Connor struggling with real issues with her real guy, her husband of six years, Mayor Mike Connor of Cukor, Connecticut. Tracy is a smart woman, but some of her problems with relationships are partially caused by her unrealistic expectations that real guys should – and can – behave like matinee idols. Mike’s problems are also caused by the fact that he’s such a great guy and overextends his heart, and his appointment calendar, to every constituent, friend or stray animal who crosses his path.
Tracy is also being stressed by a TV reality show intent on showcasing Tracy and Mike’s personal life, as well as the imminent takeover of her employer, a small, private television station, by a billionaire with unlimited funds and no taste.
Dating Cary Grant considers just how selfless a man needs to be to meet his wife’s expectations, and just how honest a woman must be with herself about what she’s willing to give, and give-up. And Cary Grant is along to help prove that any woman’s search for “Mr. Perfect” might take her to a surprising place to find him.
Her husband rested his big hands on the door. “Look, can I just come in for a few minutes?”
Tracy stared at him and realized Mike was nervous.
She had never, ever, seen her husband nervous, in any situation, in all the time she’d known him. He was an experienced attorney as well as a public official, a man naturally at ease with people, all people, even people pissed off because their property tax bill went up or angry because the jury ruled against them. People didn’t make Mike Conner nervous.
He listened, shook hands, and proceeded to logically explain how he was going to fix everything, no problem.
He had never even seemed stressed when they met with the marriage counselor, she thought. But at this minute, Mike Connor was nervous.
She lowered her voice. “It’s the middle of the night, Mike. Please.”
“I know what time it is.” His eyes studied her face, and then swept down her body with the force of a physical touch. “And I know you’ve got a headache, but let me say you look great. Really great. And you smell wonderful. Is that new perfume?”
“No. It’s the same perfume I always wear.” She watched as Mike’s eyes dropped to her cleavage and her face burned over the fact she had chosen this sweater with another man in mind.
Suddenly she visualized that other man, showing up with a bottle of aspirin. Though she hadn’t done anything wrong, nothing positive would come from Mayor Connor meeting Philip Adams outside her apartment door, of that she was sure.
“Mike, you really need to go.” She stepped across the doorway as if to encourage him to head for the stairs.
“Am I interrupting something?” He pointedly looked over her shoulder.
“No. Of course not. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“How’s that? We’re still married, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are. But after everything we’ve been through the last couple of years, I’m a little surprised you’d insinuate something like that.”
“Like I’d cheat on you.”
Mike’s face paled. “I wasn’t insinuating that. Look, just a few minutes, okay? I smell coffee. And I could sure use a cup.”
Tracy sent another glance down the stairs. “There’s a 24-hour deli a block over. You can stop and get some on the way back to your car. I’m not trying to be difficult, but I just need some sleep. I’ve got to go into work all day tomorrow, and Sunday I promised to meet Posey early in SoHo, so whatever you’ve got to say –”
“–I’ll buy you pancakes. You love pancakes. Even in the middle of the night, right?” He reached out and gave her arm a squeeze.
Her heart softened but her tone remained unchanged. “I’m not hungry, Mike. I’ll call tomorrow and we’ll set up a time where we can talk more. Please, just don’t push me.”
About the Author
Emelle Gamble was a writer at an early age, bursting with the requisite childhood stories of introspection. These evolved into bad teen poetry and worse short stories. She took her first stab at full length fiction in an adult education writing class when her kids were in bed twenty years ago. As M.L. Gamble, she published several romantic suspense novels with Harlequin. Soul Mate Publishing brought out Secret Sister, a paranormal women’s romantic fiction novel in the summer of 2013. This was followed by the novella, Duets, in November, 2013, and the follow on novel starring the characters from Duets, Molly Harper, in January, 2014.
Always intrigued by the words ‘what if’, Emelle’s books feature an ordinary woman confronted with an extraordinary situation. She most enjoys reading stories that surprise and amaze her, and hopes her readers will enjoy the challenging and exciting journeys her characters take.
Emelle lives in suburban Washington D.C. with her husband, Phil, her hero of thirty years, and two orange cats, Lucy and Bella. These girls, like all good villains, have their reasons for misbehaving. Her daughter, Olivia, and son, Allen, are happily launched on their own and contributing great things to society, their mother’s fondest wish.