About the Book
Brian Weller is a haunted man. It’s been two years since the tragic accident that left his three-year-old son dead and his wife in an irreversible coma. A popular author of mega-selling thrillers, Brian’s life has reached a crossroads: his new book is stalled, his wife’s prognosis is dire, and he teeters on the brink of despair. Everything changes the morning an e-mail arrives from Boston artist Joanna Richman. Her heartfelt note brings back all the poignant memories: the night their eyes met, the fiery passion of their short-lived affair, and the agonizing moment he was forced to leave Joanna forever. Now, fifteen years later, the guilt and anger threaten to overwhelm him. Vowing to make things right, Brian arranges a book-signing tour that will take him back to Boston. He is eager to see Joanna again, but remains unsure where their reunion will lead. One thing is certain: the forces that tore their love asunder will stop at nothing to keep them apart.
Filled with tender romance and taut suspense, A Note from an Old Acquaintance is an unforgettable story about fate, honor, and the power of true love.
13 Things about A NOTE FROM AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
1. Brian’s Boston address, 334 Beacon Street, is an historical landmark and was once the residence of Clarence W. Barron (1855-1928), founder of Barron’s Magazine and owner of Dow Jones & Company. The mansion was turned into condominiums in the 1980s.
2. 342 Newbury Street once housed a film company in the 1980s on its second floor. At that time, the first floor was occupied by an organic food store, Erewhon, which is an anagram for “Nowhere.”
3. Brian’s hometown, Nelsonville, Ohio, is the birthplace of the author’s father, Bill Walker, Sr.
4. Like Brian, Bill Walker’s first car was a 1982 Toyota Celica in silver.
5. Brian’s prized guitar is a 1961 Gibson SG/Les Paul. The author has owned one of these guitars since 1984, and was previously owned by Rick Nielsen of Cheap Trick.
6. Woodhaven is the name of an actual home on Lake Sunapee in New London, New Hampshire.
7. The author once stayed in room 264 at the Park Plaza Hotel in Boston.
8. When Brian tells Joanna: “hands are the hardest things to draw correctly,” he is quoting film director William Grefé, whose father was Will Grefé, a well-known commercial artist in the early 20th Century, renowned for his cover paintings for The Saturday Evening Post and for his ability to draw strikingly detailed hair and hands.
9. The author, Bill Walker, worked as a Production Assistant on, and appeared in, William Grefé’s 1977 film, Whiskey Mountain.
10. The Metropolis Club was modeled after the Metro Club (1980-1988) at 15 Lansdowne Street in Boston. This site was once known as The Boston Tea Party, a legendary venue that hosted performances by Cream, Bob Dylan, The Who, Led Zeppelin and other top bands of the era.
11. 49 Melcher Street is an actual address in Boston’s Fort Point Channel area and overlooks the site of what was once The Channel Club.
12. Pete’s Room, the site of Erik and Joanna’s first date, is an actual room in the upper floors of New York’s 21 Club. The endless Melba toast squares Joanna gorges on are one of the club’s trademarks.
13. The Macallan 1926 Scotch whiskey Erik Ruby serves to Brian in his office at the climax of the book is the most expensive whiskey in the world. A bottle sold at a Christie’s auction in 2007 for $54,000.
Read the Excerpt
“Please tell me why you’re doing this, Brian! Please!”
He tried opening his mouth, tried to tell her the truth, but the words
he’d always wielded with such effortless aplomb, failed him, slipping
away like smoke on a windy day. His throat felt as if it were gripped in
a vise, his mind a flat, cracked slab of flyblown desert; and her muted
sobs echoing through the phone’s earpiece made him want to take it all
back. Every word. But how could he do that, now?
“I—I’m sorry, Joanna…for everything….”
THE PHONE JANGLED, RIPPING Brian Weller out of the dream. He sat
up, gasping, sounds and images jumbling in his groggy brain until
none of it made any sense.
The phone rang again, startling him.
He grabbed it, his eyes struggling against the darkness in the
What time was it?
Jesus, it was only 6:00. It felt even earlier due to the late night he’d
spent at the computer.
Author Bill Walker can be found at www.billwalkerdesigns.com