It’s lovely to be here Shiloh.
It is always lovely to have you, Diane.
I’m going to be visiting some of my favorite new author
friends over the next week or so, and I’d love you to join me in my hop. I’m
going to do a consecutive Excerpt of Flight of Her Life, my new Romantic Comedy
especially for Christmas, so if you follow along, by the end, you will have
read my first two chapters.
I love life and I laugh a lot. I think that’s why funny
things seem to happen to me, so I thought I would do a little competition the
answers will be a pure guess, but I will give away a copy of Flight of Her Life
to the two top scoring visitors. You have to answer all the questions on the
first 6 sites and I will let you know the answers when we reach Layne, so
follow me around. If you miss one out, you can go back, I won’t judge until I
put the answers up on the 9th.
Look forward to seeing you around.
2.
In
my previous life I did events co-ordinating. Why did I get my entire company
banned from one hotel after our Christmas function. Was it because:
- I swung from
the chandeliers?
- I did a strip
tease on the main table?
- I used the
chandeliers as target practice for the party poppers?
I'm not sure which of the three you did, Diane. It sounds like you had fun though!
Blurb
Traveling from New York City to
Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone
Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are
cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the
airport with a cowboy from her past.
Against all odds, Sebastian manages
to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue
her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her
back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui
with a cowboy?
Excerpt
Chapter 2
One entire week! How in hell’s name
was she supposed to keep up the pretense for one whole week? Honestly, when
Phillip’s parents saw beneath her cultured voice and her ability to dress
slick, the premier family of Houston, Texas were going to run her out of town.
They were going to realize what a fraud she was when she made her first move
and destroyed their house with a flick of her wrist. Then their precious boy
would never be allowed to marry her.
Bailey crossed her legs to relieve
the ache in one buttock and give the other side of her bottom a little more
weight. Sitting on the floor of the elevator for three hours the previous night
had not been the most comfortable experience of her life and her backside hurt.
She was going to cross her legs on this occasion, but she needed to get out of
the habit as soon as she could. After all, she didn’t want people to think she
was cheap.
She wondered if she would be
considered vulgar for spending three hundred dollars on a rare bottle of
bourbon and an expensive fragrance in order to impress people she hadn’t even
met.
Impatient, she flicked her gaze up
to check the flight board for the millionth time. She pressed her lips softly
together to make sure her lipstick was still in place and glanced around the
crowded New York City airport lounge, nervously patting her neat blonde
coiffure which had taken her forty minutes to strap down.
As her eyes anxiously scanned the
room, they fell on the familiar sight of a cowboy by the checkout in duty free.
Second time she’d noticed him in an hour and she’d tried not to make
eye-contact in case he decided to come over and re-acquaint himself.
Unable to resist, Bailey raised one
perfectly sleek eyebrow, and leaned forward, pushed her black rimmed glasses
further up her nose to take a closer peek. Nice. Purely from a female’s
perspective, she could see nothing wrong with the male specimen in duty free. Long
lean legs in pale, worn denim, and those thighs under that denim contracted as
he bent to pick up his rucksack, sending an unwelcome fission of heat burning a
rapid line through her stomach and into her loins, just like he had always
managed to do. If she had to judge, she’d bet those muscles filled his jeans
better than they used to when she’d been sixteen and he’d been…
Aware of her heart rate
accelerating, Bailey jerked upright with a short sharp gasp, her eyes widening
as the overwhelming sensation of carnal desire took her by surprise. She was an
engaged woman—almost—she shouldn’t even be looking at tall, well-defined
cowboys, especially ones she had already been…intimate with. Not that it should
count as it had been so long ago, but he obviously still managed to make her
mouth water.
Rucksack flung across his shoulder,
his eyes caught hers and pierced through her like a blue laser as he walked
straight toward her, leaving no doubt he’d been perfectly aware of where she
was the whole time. Desperate not to be caught staring, Bailey dipped her eyes,
uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other way. She accidently flicked
her half-filled coffee cup as she flexed her knee, and felt the searing hot
liquid splash down her legs and soak through her short neat black skirt.
“Shit.”
Where to Buy
Flight of Her Life
Authors
I am visiting:
Thanks for stopping by my blog on your tour. I wish you lots of holiday cheer. I bought my copy of Flight of Her Life and am looking forward to reading it on a cold snowy night.
Love the post, Diane. Did you really strip? Or did you shatter crystal shards everywhere, fabulous.
ReplyDeleteI think Bailey is a brilliant character. Good luck with the book.
Aha, I shall be revealing my answers shortly, follow along and I'm sure you will hear even more disasters and wickedness.
DeleteDiane, you are a wild thing! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe reputation one person can acquire through very little effort. Thanks for visiting Kimber.
DeleteDiane, I wish you lived closer. I know we'd have a lot of fun together. ;)
ReplyDeleteWishing you lots of success with your book!
Oh we so would have fun, have I mentioned when I went to an Army ball and played on the bumper cars ... ah, maybe another time. Thank you Shiloh for letting me drop in.
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