Sally Saylor DeSmet

Pages in the Wind - Sally DeSmet

Pages in the Wind - Sally DeSmet
Newly Released Novel
Sally Saylor DeSmet

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Brooklyn Bitters

Brooklyn Bitters is my new book, coming out this summer. The story is about two sisters and how family ties can sometimes lead to deadly consequences. It explores the role of guilt and loyalty and pits romantic love against family devotion. It's gritty and fast-paced with a lot of plot twists and characters you are sure to love and hate.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Kate and Gunner

My second book, Brooklyn Bitters, is almost finished. As with Pages in the Wind, I have become attached to the characters. This work deals with loyalty, betrayal, secrets, and love. The love story between Kate and Gunner is beautiful, though it doesn't always run smoothly. Here is an excerpt:

I hung up with a knot forming in my stomach. I was happy he had taken steps to improve his life, but I didn’t want him to move on without me. I wanted to see his place in Midtown, celebrate his admission to Georgia Tech, and talk to him about his dreams for the future. I wanted it to be our future. But that was impossible because of my pledge to put some distance between us. Doing the right thing made me miserable and set me back to the gloomy life I had before Gunner.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

The Language of "Body"

               Brooklyn Bitters

I'm enjoying the new characters in my upcoming book, Brooklyn Bitters. The heroine, Kate Hathaway, is a lonely forty year old career woman with an addiction to romance novels. Her younger sister is a married homemaker with a husband and three kids. Opposites, for sure. The picket fence may have a few loose boards, as we find out in this scene. Kate, whose mother is in the hospital, finds out that her sister and brother-in-law will not help with expenses.

All I could do was stare at her. I couldn’t help wonder if this was all her doings or if Frank was not the boring wimp I pegged him for. He’d still be boring, but maybe he was a boring dictator. He just stood there, dressed in khaki slacks and a brown pullover sweater I was sure Stacey had picked out. His gray eyes stared straight ahead, but the way he switched from one foot to the other made me think he was uncomfortable or uncommitted. I couldn't tell.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Nobody's Fool

Brooklyn Bitters, my second novel, is coming along and the characters are taking shape. This rough excerpt gives a glimpse into the developing love story.

He was too good to be true and I was no debutante showing up with a dreamy guy on my arm to impress Atlanta society. The truth was I knew nothing about him other than he was the master of flattery and I was a lonely forty-year-old woman with a weakness for epic love stories. He hadn’t given me his phone number, told me where he worked, or where he lived. That was a recipe for heartache. Why he picked me I had no idea. I was average looking, had a mere two thousand dollars in my savings account, and a job at a small publishing company with little upward mobility.

Kate is nobody's fool. Oh sure, the handsome guy with the strong jaw and chiseled features turned her head for the night but the light of morning brought clarity. Thank God. Listen to her inner dialogue. Have you been there?

Monday, November 30, 2015

Friday, November 13, 2015


Have you known someone that had a strength that surpassed circumstance? That in spite of everything, they stood strong? Where does that come from? I’ve witnessed this kind of strength and am in awe of that kind of power. I’m still searching for the answer to why some people stand tall and are able to transcend anything thrown their way. One of the characters in my new book, Brooklyn Bitters, has that kind of strength:

I smiled, watching her trembling hands struggle to eat the chili. Her soft blue eyes and graying hair was twisted in a chignon and loose curls hung around her face. Somehow, every day she still managed to put red lipstick on her full mouth.  In spite of her illness, she was still a beautiful woman at seventy-two years old. But what shone most was her spirit; she never complained and refused to let her condition define her. You could say she “went around it,” accepting it as a fact of life, but not letting it stop her from doing what she could do. Still, every day I hoped for a remission. No one deserved it more.

Do you know someone with this kind of strength? Perhaps you've been told you are strong in a way that is different from others? Maybe it's optimism or spirituality or something else. Perhaps both and more. I just believe we need more of whatever that is that makes us look at things differently—better.