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Chapter One of SIGHT (The Delta Girls book 1) & A Giveaway!
To finish up the celebrations for the month of my 5th publishing anniversary, I’m having one last giveaway for February, a signed copy of my young adult supernatural mystery novel, SIGHT, which is book 1 in the Delta Girls series. If you like shows like Charmed, Ghost Whisperer, and enjoy books with mystery, suspense, humour, sisterhood and family dynamics, and young love, then you might like this series!
Below I am sharing Chapter One of SIGHT to give you a “taste” (title of Book 4, no pun intended!) đ
Hope you enjoy, and read below to the bottom of the page for details on how to win a copy…
SIGHT (THE DELTA GIRLS #1) – CHAPTER ONE:
I always thought Iâd spend my sixteenth birthday at home with my four sisters and closest friends having the sleepover of all sleepovers with streamers and balloons overtaking the living room, a bottomless bowl of salt and vinegar potato chips, and enough chocolate to feed a small country. Weâd watch movies, pausing occasionally to drool over hot actors, before turning up the music and dancing around like lunatics. My eldest sister, Talia, and her twin, Tamara, would probably bring out their Ouija board and freak the crap out of all of us. With our nervous systems on high alert for an impending ghost visitation, itâd be more like a no sleepover. Add the fuel of excess sugar and hormones to the fire of fear, and weâd be up all night for sure.
Instead, I spent my birthday fast asleep. In a coma, to be exact. Not exactly the picture I had in mind, and I doubt the picture my sisters had in mind either. As the youngest child in the family, everyone always treated me as though I was made of fragile glass; and as one of triplets, my birthday parties were always shared with Serena and Sasha. But, for the momentous occasion of my sweet sixteenth, we were separated by my inconvenient lack of consciousness. Not so sweet after all.
I wasnât aware of my birthday taking place, or aware of anything for that matter. I only remembered the heavy, drowsy sensation after the anesthesiologist put the mask on my face, and then everything around me faded to black. It was a risky operation, no doubt about that. Iâd been given the choice of living my life with the ticking time bomb of a brain aneurysm, or having surgery to hopefully repair the damn thing, giving me the possibility of a so-called normal life. As any teenager would have done, I reached for the hope of a normal lifeâthat Holy Grail of adolescence and the need to fit in, to be accepted, and to figure out who the heck I was. The idea of walking around with a head that could explode at any minute was about as appealing as wearing the pink sweater with a trail of fluffy pom-poms down each sleeve that Grandma knitted me two Christmasâs earlier.
I was told to expect a shocking headache on waking after the operation, but what I didnât expect was not waking up at all. There was no headache, no lights, and no doctors and nurses hovering around meâokay, there could have been, but I wasnât aware of them. I was trapped in a prison of darkness with no way out.
That was until the fourteenth of April, two months after being wheeled into the operating room, when a strange jolt coursed through my body. Warmth flushed my skin, and a kind of bubbly sensation tickled me from the inside; and for the first time in a long while, I saw something. The image was as clear as day; I knew it was real.
And then I opened my eyes.
âDid you feel that?â
âI thought I heard…â
The sound of my sistersâ voices became apparent as light soaked into my aching eyes, drowning in a thick blur of white.
âOh my God. Savannah!â
âQuick, someone get Mom!â
I wanted so much to sit up and hug them, feel that I was indeed alive, but my muscles were deaf to my brainâs commands. At least my ears werenât. The mismatched symphony of sounds gnawed at my eardrums, but I didnât care. I was alive. My family was with me. The familiar click- clack of my motherâs shoes grew near, followed by her soft breath and cold palm on my face before it was quickly replaced by a sharp light protruding into my eyes.
âSavannah, can you hear me?â an unfamiliar male voice asked. âBlink twice if you can hear me.â
I blinked. Twice.
âShe really is awake! Honey, itâs Mom. Everythingâs going to be all right.â
âI…know.â It was as though I was speaking for the first time. The words sounded like strangers hijacking my throat as it scratched and strained in effort. It felt weird, but at the same time, it felt pretty awesome.
Three Months Later…
Iâd forgotten how delicious ice cream was. Since my operation, eating ice cream had always been rewarded with a sharp, cold headache, but not today. Today I was rewarded with the bliss of boysenberry ripple cooling my tongue and delivering a burst of sweetness to my eager taste buds. I wiped at globs of ice cream as they dripped down my chin and giggled. Serena, my older sister by two and a half minutes, eyed me strangely.
âWhat?â I asked.
âHuh? Oh, nothing.â She flicked her slender hand. âItâs just good to hear you laugh again, thatâs all.â
Smiling, I stepped onto the beach, reveling in the luscious, warm sand oozing between my toes. People laughed and chatted around us, children squealed and giggled, and seagulls squawked overhead; all relishing the freedom of the summer holidays. Flags marking the safe section of beach in which to swim flapped in the breeze as lifeguards watched over the crowd. The five of us dawdled along, licking our ice creams and inhaling the salty ocean air that tickled our skin as it swept around us.
Talia stopped and glanced at her feet, her wavy locks tumbling over her shoulders.
âWhat is it?â we asked in unison.
Bewilderment creasing her face, Talia raised her head. âI donât know. But being here…it reminds me of something.â As though giving up trying to figure out what that something was, she shrugged, causing a spaghetti strap from her maxi dress to fall off one of her tanned shoulders. She returned it to its rightful position and we continued walking.
A dull thud knocked my head sideways a tad. âHey!â
My gaze darted to the beach volleyballers nearby who were now missing a ball. I tucked the tip of my foot under the offending item, sharply flicked it up, and caught it in one hand. Good to know my soccer skills hadnât died along with the aneurysm. âIâd say that shot was out,â I called across to the group of golden-skinned teenagers.
âYa think?â a boy about my age, maybe older, replied. His hand shaded his face, but when he removed it to reveal beautifully proportioned perfection, I almost dropped the ball. And the ice cream.
Gulp. Maybe moving here away from my friends wasnât so bad after all.
âSo, are you gonna give it back or what?â He frowned. âOr canât you throw that far?â
Iâd spoken too soon. What an ass.
âHere, hold this.â I thrust my half-eaten ice cream cone into Taliaâs unsuspecting hand and turned away from my sisters.
âSavannah, whatâre you doing?â Sasha, my older sister by six minutes asked, lifting her sunglasses onto her forehead. âJust give the ball back.â
âOh, Iâll give it back,â I said, confidence raising my chin. Or was it the desire for payback?
âSavvy,â said Talia, in her Iâm-your-big-sister-and-I- know-whatâs-best voice. âDonât do anything stupid. The doctor warned you not to overdo it. Come back.â
She grasped my arm, but I flung her hand away. âI had an aneurysm. Had. It got fixed. Iâm not a freaking invalid!â Geez, my sisters drove me mad sometimes, especially Talia. They treated me like a baby before the condition, but now it was ten times worse. They might as well have covered me in bubble wrap and attached me to a leash or something.
Talia crossed her arms and twisted her lips to one side as I approached the beach volleyballers. I stood at the corner of their makeshift court and shot a laser glare at Mr. Iâm- So-Hot-It-Hurts. He stood at the ready, shifting his weight from one muscled leg to the other. Luckily, soccer wasnât my only forte. Itâd been a while since Iâd played volleyball, but I remembered how to do a mean serve. And I was determined that this would be my meanest.
My eyes pinned the location I was aiming for. I stepped back on my right foot and tossed the ball in the air, meeting it on its descent with the side of my thumb as my fingers clenched into a fist. Bam! The ball went over the net toward the incredibly gorgeous and incredibly infuriating guy, who lunged for it and missed. The ball left a kind of mini UFO crop circle in its wake on the sand. Sucked in, hotshot.
âWoo-hoo!â yelled a girl on my side of the net, approaching me with a high-five. âThat was awesome. Youâre welcome to join us if you like.â
I glanced toward Talia who tapped at her watch as if we were running late for something. The sun reflected off the silver and I squinted at the glare. Then I held up my hand and mouthed, âFive minutes.â I turned back to the girl. âThanks, Iâd love to.â
I felt confident, powerfulâalive. Hottie kept hitting the ball in my direction and only once did I miss. âI missed that on purpose,â I said. âThought I better let you have at least one point.â He pretended to laugh, and I forced myself to look away from the silky ripple of a smile on his cheeks. I had to admit, he was pretty tough competition, but the thrill of opposing his every move sent a rush through my body I hadnât felt in a long time. Not since… Oh. My. God.
I stopped. âUm, thanks guys, but I have to go now.â I waved awkwardly to the group then rushed over to my sisters whoâd actually been cheering on the sidelines.
âWhatâs wrong, Savvy?â asked Talia, her brow furrowed.
âNothing. But…I saw this.â I gestured toward the volleyball match. âEverything that just happened, Iâve already seen it. Back in the hospital, right before I woke up.â I placed my hands on my denim-clad hips and panted, catching my breath; from the exercise or the realization, I didnât know which. Silence followed as they were probably trying to process what Iâd said.
Talia stepped closer to me, her height making me tilt my head up slightly. She nibbled on her bottom lip as though she was trying to work out a nice way of saying, âYouâre crazy, little sis.â But she didnât. Quite the opposite, actually. âSo did I. Only, I didnât see it, I felt it. The sand giving way under my feet, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the ice cream cones in my hands. Right before you woke up,â she confessed.
My gaze locked on her intense blue eyes. I glanced at my other sisters who shifted awkwardly on the spot. At least if they thought I was crazy, my eldest sister would share the load with me. Sheâd felt this moment. Iâd seen it. That was a fact, crazy or not.
Serena cleared her throat and scratched her cheek. âMe too,â she whispered, stepping closer in alliance. âMoments before you woke, I heard you giggle, just like you did back there.â She pointed to the ice cream van and squinted at the sun, crinkling her freckled nose. âI thought it was just a vivid memory at the time. I also heard the pop of the volleyball against everyoneâs hands, only I didnât realize what it was until now.â
My heart rate kicked up a notch. And as though encouraged by our revelations, Sasha and Tamara looked at each other curiously and nodded.
âI could taste the ice cream,â said Tamara, tucking a curly tendril of hair behind her ear, her round cheeks rosy under the heat of the sun.
âWow, this is unbelievable,â said Sasha. âI could smell the salty air and the sunscreen lotion.â She shivered, despite the warm temperature.
The noise of the crowds and the splash of the waves subsided like we were the only people on the beach. My sistersâ words floated through my mind, crisscrossing into a weave of realization. The five senses. One for each of us. âSo what youâre saying is, you all sensed this moment, in one way or another, right before I woke up?â
They nodded.
âHoly crap.â I ran my fingers through my dark, bobbed hair until they met the hot sweat at the back of my neck. How could this be possible? âWhat were you doing at the time?â I asked, my mind searching for a plausible explanation.
Talia threaded her fingers together then stretched and wrung her hands. âWe were thinking you might never wake up, and Serena started crying. She wouldnât let go of your hand,â she explained.
âThen Talia put her arm around me,â Serena added, glancing briefly at our sister.
âAnd we all joined hands around your bed,â Talia said. âNext thing I knew, I could feel sand under my feet and this wonderful, warm sensation came over me.â
âMe too, just as I heard Savvyâs laughter in my mind,â Serena piped up. âAnd I felt kind of…I dunno…â She circled her hands as though trying to summon the sensation back into her body.
âBubbly?â I asked, tilting my head a little.
Serenaâs jaw opened, and she gripped her smooth, dark ponytail, which hung over her shoulder. âExactly! As though soda was inside me, bubbling up from my toes to my head.â
âHow the hell?â Tamara shook her head from side to side, her curls bouncing around her face. âAmazing.â
âDo you think itâll ever happen again?â Sasha asked, crossing one foot over the other and placing a manicured hand on her hip.
I flashed a grin and held out my hands. âOnly one way to find out.â
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*Copyright Juliet Madison.
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ANZAC DAY excerpt from APRIL’S GLOW
In honour of ANZAC Day here in Australia, I’m sharing a scene from my latest Tarrin’s Bay novel APRIL’S GLOW, about a reclusive ex-soldier who moves into the house next door to April, a bubbly but troubled woman who helps to bring him out of his shell, and in doing so, helps her to face her own past.
Enjoy đ
A man in an Akubra hat met her at the rocky lookout, along with a few other people who were setting up some of the displays and seating for the service. She was instructed on where to bring the candles and he gave her a rundown of the proceedings. The sun was low and glary, and the strong breeze pushed around them like an annoyingly overconfident sales person. As he spoke about a friend of a friendâs grandfatherâs time in the war, the contrast to where they now stood was so strong she felt unworthy of being there. In this beautiful place, this safe town, this beautiful natural landscape.
âWeâre lucky, eh?â he said, glancing around the horizon where the deep blue of the ocean merged with the sky.
âSure are.â
He eyed her leg, the ankle of her prosthesis visible under the hem of her long skirt. âHow longâs it been?â He gestured downwards.
âTwo and a half years.â
âNot an ex-soldier, are you?â He raised his eyebrows.
She chuckled. âMe? I wouldnât cut it as a soldier. No, it was a car accident.â
âSorry to hear, love. Guess youâve got to count your blessings.â
Sheâd heard that and its variations many times after that awful day, when the reality of being an amputee, among other trauma, had driven her deep into depression.
âAt least you survived.â
âAt least it was only below the knee.â
âAt least it wasnât your right arm.â
And she knew they were thinking: âAt least you werenât paralysed from the neck down like Kyle.â
Kyle. He was the unlucky one. What if she had been sitting in his seat in the car? She shuddered to think of the possibility. He would have been her husband by now. But a drunk driver had changed that for them. And if she hadnât been adjusting the volume on the car CD player and singing along, maybe she would have been able to react faster to the car coming towards their side whoâd run a red light. Maybe less damage would have occurred had she been able to brake sooner, or swerve more sharply. Maybe then the impact would have been one inch further away from Kyleâs spinal cord.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
She would have stayed with him. Sheâd committed to being his fiancĂ©e and future wife. But his family said no, and once he was able to communicate clearly, heâd said no too. Heâd wanted her as his wife, not his full-time carer. Maybe if heâd been a paraplegic, but quadriplegic? Sheâd known it would be incredibly difficult, especially with her own injury to recover from, but the accident hadnât killed her love for him. Though he survived, she hadnât only lost her leg that day, but her man. Her future. Life had dealt her a new one, and she was still figuring it out.
âI have a lot to be thankful for,â April said to the man, and before he could ask any more questions, she thanked him for his time and confirmed sheâd arrive early to set up the candles.
* * *
The atmosphere the following morning was far removed from what it had been the day before. The sun had not yet splashed the sky with its glow, and the moon over the ocean created an eerie presence. Her candles, most held by the many attendees, and others framing the staged memorial area around the microphone and podium, glimmered in the sporadic breeze, the flames protected by their tall heatproof casing. A universal symbol of hope. Remembrance.
As names of soldiers were called out, and prayers and poems recited, she thought of Zac and wondered what sort of poetry he wrote. Sheâd never been into poetry, but hearing special words spoken into the dim expanse of Lookout Point, the sound of waves crashing and rolling beneath as their background music, she realised its power, its potential. It was a way to make sense of what had been, give structure to the chaos that had occurred, and immortalise the heroes who had perhaps stood here many years gone by, dreaming of a future they never got to experience.
Yes, she was lucky. She may not have got the future sheâd planned, but she had a future.
When the service had ended and the early sun warmed the air and started waking up the town, April glanced down towards the harbour on her left, and saw him. Zac. In the distance, standing alone on one of the piers. Why had he not come up to take part in the service? She walked down the hill. Maybe theyâd cross paths on her way back home. But by the time she got to the bottom he was already walking further ahead, going the long way around, towards the beach instead of the town.
Probably best. She would go home and make use of her rare day off while the shop was closed for Anzac Day. Heâd go to his place and do his own thing, and they need never be more than courteous but distant neighbours. Later on sheâd join some of the locals at the pub for dinner. Her mum wouldnât be there though, she boycotted pubs. She would catch up with her for lunch tomorrow instead.
After chatting to some locals in Miracle Park on the way home, April arrived back in her street and found Zac planting a small tree in his front garden.
âPoet and a gardener, huh?â she said, stopping in front of his house. So much for leaving him to his own devices, her mouth didnât like to cooperate with her brain. âIâll leave you to it,â she added, about to walk off.
âWait,â he said.
She looked at his face, his eyes tight and squinting in the morning glare.
âIâve got something for you.â
âAnother cloud candle?â April glanced upwards.
âNo. Something you can actually take with you. Into your house, I mean, not when you die.â
She tilted her head. She didnât know how to respond to that.
âSorry. Iâm sure youâll live a long healthy life. Iâm just saying. You know, after our conversation a couple of weeks ago.â
âThat we canât take material possessions with us when we die, yes. I remember.â
âItâs inside.â He brushed soil from his bare hands and walked towards the front door. April followed, but hung about on the porch. A subtle glow caught her eye and she peered into his house, noticing the fireplace. But it wasnât lit, the candle on the mantle above was. The cinnamon candle.
âIâm glad the candle is getting put to good use,â she said. âBut they look nicer when lit at night.â
Zac wandered to the mantle. âI know. But I thought today would be good.â
âBecause of Anzac Day?â
He nodded, and before she knew what she was doing she had stepped into his house without asking permission. âIs that you?â She pointed to a photo of two kids. She recognised the shape of his jaw, even in the youthful roundness of the childâs face. She looked back to the door sheâd stepped through. âSorry, I shouldnât barge in. My legs and my mouth have a mind of their own.â
He chuckled. âItâs okay. Yes, thatâs me and my friend.â
Aprilâs gaze wandered to the photo next to it. âAnd all grown up. Same friend?â
He nodded. âYep.â
âYouâre a soldier?â It made sense. His commanding presence and posture. His tattoos, the intensity and seriousness he sometimes had. When he wasnât chuckling or commenting on how she was âamusing to watchâ.
âWas.â
âHow long have you been off duty?â
Zac glanced up to the roof. âAlmost three years now.â
âWow. You must have seen a lot. I mean, I donât need to know, but ⊠is that why my prosthesis didnât shock you?â
âIâve seen much worse.â
âI can imagine. Although I canât. Not really. I wonât begin to even ⊠I should stop talking. Iâll stop talking.â She turned away from his gaze and brushed her hair from her face.
âItâs okay, April.â
She narrowed her eyes a little. âI saw you, at the harbour. You werenât at the dawn service?â
He shook his head and slid his hands into his pockets. âPrefer to honour the men in my own way. And also, itâs âŠâ He ran his hand across his short hair. âDoesnât matter. Oh, your gift.â He went to the kitchen.
April furrowed her brow. âWhat is this gift you speak of?â
He held out his hand, a small seashell resting on his palm. âFound it when I was walking over the sand dunes. Made me think of you for some reason. I think because it has these little speckles on it, like cinnamon.â
April took the shell and studied it with a smile. Golden brown specks were scattered across it like freckles. And one edge of the shell was broken off. There was also a larger patch of golden brown near the centre, like a birthmark. âItâs unique,â she said. âI like it. Thanks.â
âDonât thank me, thank Mother Nature.â
âOkay then. Thanks Mother Nature,â she spoke loudly in case Mother Nature couldnât hear her from within the confines of this man-made enclosure.
Maybe the reason why Zac had been distant the past two weeks was because of what today represented, and it triggered memories for him. Painful memories, just like the month of September did for her. âSorry if Iâve been a nosy neighbour, pestering you about what you do and how you pay your bills. Iâll mind my own business now and try to be normal. So, if you need to borrow a cup of sugar anytime, let me know.â She laughed.
âI donât use sugar,â Zac replied.
âOh. Then if you need to borrow a cup of ⊠Sugar substitute? Chia seeds? Or ⊠coffee?â
âIâll be sure to remember your offer.â He grinned, then walked April to the door.
Before stepping off the porch she turned to face him, his eyes grey and tired-looking, like he hadnât had enough sleep. Which if heâd been up since before dawn like sheâd been, he hadnât. âHey, a few of us will be at the pub tonight for dinner, if youâd like to come?â
Zac took a step back. âUm. Thanks. But Iâll pass.â
âOkay, but if you change your mind, let me know.â
He scratched his head, and his mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
âWell, Iâll be off.â
âApril.â He lightly touched her arm and she glanced down at his hand. He had nice hands.
âYeah?â
âThanks for the offer. Itâs nice of you. But the reason I canât is, well âŠâ He nibbled one corner of his lip. âItâs a bit embarrassing, really.â He rubbed the back of his neck.
âWhat is?â she asked. âThat you donât want to be seen in such a state of obvious self neglect with your unimpressive physique and unshaven face? And those tattoos, I mean, you look like a badass. People might get scared.â She nudged him with a wink.
Zac smiled. âYeah, Iâve let myself go. Too many meat pies.â He patted his belly that clearly received no less than a couple of hundred or more crunches per day. âNah, the thing is, and I havenât told anyone this, except for ⊠anyway, the thing is, I have a mild case of agoraphobia.â A slight hint of pink coloured his cheeks. âCrowds. I just canât do them. Itâs hard to explain. I need quiet. Not too many people around. A pub, or any similar place, itâs ⊠Iâm not quite there yet.â He lowered his gaze and lifted the edge of his doormat with his foot.
April felt a surge of pity for the guy. Well, not pity so much as sadness. A man like him, in his prime, clearly traumatised by things in his past ⊠of course it was understandable that the war would have affected him in some way. He didnât appear to have any physical injuries, but maybe he had post-traumatic stress disorder, or maybe the crowds and open spaces just triggered anxiety for some reason.
April touched his arm as he had hers. Somehow, it felt both rough and smooth at the same time. âI understand. No problem.â She offered a small smile. âThanks for telling me.â
She gave a small wave and stepped off the porch, but as per usual, she thought of another thing to say and had to turn around again. âYou know what? I feel like eating in tonight.â April put her hands on her hips and surveyed Zacâs front garden. âCare to join me?â
Zacâs eyebrows shot up. âYouâre inviting me over for dinner?â
âLooks that way. I can pick something up, or find something to whip up.â
He rubbed his chin. âThe thing is, Iâve already defrosted some chicken for tonight. How about you join me here instead?â
Now Aprilâs eyebrows rose. âYouâre going to cook for me?â
âNo, you can cook. Iâll just provide the ingredients and kitchen facilities.â
She eyed his unchanged facial expression.
âIâm kidding,â he chuckled. âYou can clean up instead.â
April laughed and warmth spread throughout her cheeks.
âSeriously, Iâve got it covered.â He held up his hands. âJust come over when the sun goes down.â
âYouâve got yourself a deal.â She gave a nod. âWould Juliet like Romeo to join her for some gourmet cat pellets?â
Zac laughed, and his Adamâs apple bobbed. âI think the cats can sort themselves out for tonight. See you later on.â He smiled and closed the door.
So much for not bothering to get to know him anymore. The pages of his book of life were starting to open, and she was sure tonight would provide many more answers to the questions that had been forming in her mind. It was time to get to know Zac, for real. Not just chatting over the fence, not the odd, random conversations at his door, but real, proper, dignified conversation over the dinner table. A sense of anticipation fluttered inside. She had been looking forward to dinner at the pub, but this ⊠this she was looking forward to way more than that.
~*~
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Ever been starstruck? Enjoy this excerpt from STARSTRUCK IN SEATTLE
My novella STARSTRUCK IN SEATTLE is currently an Amazon Kindle Monthly Deal which means it’s on special and you can get it for about a dollar! Bargain đ
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Please enjoy this excerpt below, where the main character Anna writes a letter to intuitive love coach Lulu The Love Angel…
From: anna.h86@smail.com
To: lulu@lulutheloveangel.com
Subject: I need your help
Dear Lulu,
I canât believe Iâm actually writing this letter, but your advice would be greatly appreciated. Iâve heard youâre the go-to person to help bring soulmates together and I hope youâll be able to help me connect with mine.
A psychic once told me my soulmateâs name begins with K, and I think Iâve found him. Weâve been working together as actors for six months, but his roleâs more important and we hardly get a chance to speak together privately. Every time we pass each other at work, every time he smiles at me, every time we chat about the upcoming twists in the script, I feel so alive. Iâve never felt this strongly about anyone before, itâs like thereâs an invisible cord connecting us. Should I wait for him to make the first move or take a risk and ask him out?
The thing is; I donât have much time. My contract will be up in a few weeks. Iâll have to find another job and I donât want to waste the time I have left. How can I show my interest without looking desperate and blending in with the other women falling at his feet? And do you agree with the psychic â does my soulmateâs name begin with a K?
Many thanks,
Star Struck in Seattle
From: lulu@lulutheloveangel.com
To: anna.h86@smail.com
Subject: Re: I need your help
Dear Star Struck in Seattle,
Thank you for having the courage to write your letter and faith in me to guide you toward the love you deserve.
Firstly, you must believe yourself worthy of true love, and treat yourself with the respect you would want another to treat you with. Donât settle for second best, donât put yourself down, and donât sacrifice your deepest desires to please another. All happy relationships come from a happy relationship with oneself.
In answer to your question about whether to ask K out, I feel if you choose to do so you would be met with a âyesâ, but I also feel it is best to hold off. I believe a proposition is coming your way very soon, and you need to remain open and aware of ALL possibilities.
My advice is to put yourself out there and donât be afraid of judgment or rejection. Be proactive about seeking other work and trust that in good time all things will conspire in your favor. True love is on its way, but you need to listen to and trust your intuition. It will lead you in the right direction. Also remember: you will know you are with your soulmate when you can simply be yourself. Your soulmate will bring the best out in you. They will enhance the beauty and uniqueness already there. True love will make you feel like the best version of yourself is shining bright.
Lastly, Iâd like to leave you with a Love Quote chosen especially for you:
âThe eyes see only in front, the heart sees all around. Use your âheart-visionâ to guide you.â
Love,
Lulu
P.S. Your psychic was right. Your soulmateâs name does begin with the letter K.
Lulu clicked âsendâ and smiled. She opened a new message window, filled in the details of her mission, and sent it to New Angel HQ on Cloud Eight and Three Quarters. If this and subsequent missions went well, sheâd be upgraded to Cloud Nine in no time.
Lulu rubbed her hands together as her red laptop hummed softly. Bringing soulmates together would be so rewarding and she was excited about her first day on the job. Even more excited knowing that one day, if she proved herself capable; sheâd join the graduates on Cloud Nine and be responsible for saving peopleâs lives when death tried to take them before their time. For now, though, she needed to practice her skills and do her best to help destiny get things right in the love department.
Ooh, this is going to be fun!
She closed her laptop and slid it inside its protective satchel, placing it next to her âready-to-go-at-a-momentâs-noticeâ suitcase. With a quick breath she snuffed the flames on the dining table candles and picked up Spark, her snow-colored Maltese terrier, from his curled-up position on the sofa. He moaned at the intrusion, but promptly fell back to sleep after Lulu guided him inside the doggie carry-case. âTime for a little trip, Spark.â Lulu crouched, her long brown curls coiling on the floor as she secured the clasp on the carry case. âYou and I are off to Seattle.â
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COVER REVEAL! 12 Daves of Christmas (plus excerpt)
Ta-Da! Here it is, the sparkling cover for my first ever Christmas story, 12 DAVES OF CHRISTMAS. đ
What is the book about? Here’s the blurb:
A beautiful, uplifting holiday story from best-selling author Juliet Madison about a lonely writer, her grandmotherâs ghost, a road trip, and 12 different Daves.
Abby Solomon may write happy-ever-afters for a living, but doesnât believe sheâll have her own. But then a surprise visit from her grandmotherâs ghost sets her off on a journey sheâll never forget.
Grandma Charlotte wants to find her first love, Dave, who she mistakenly thought had died in World War II. A quick search yields a list of twelve possibilities, and Abby and Charlotte set off on a Christmas road trip â twelve Daves over twelve days along the sun-drenched East coast of Australia.
With just over a week to make the meeting happen, Abby has to meet a dozen Daves â some sweet, some quirky, some downright dangerous, while trying to honour her book deadline and enduring the awkward challenges of having a ghost as a travelling companion. But when she comes across a young doctor who looks like one of the heroes in her novels, Abby has the chance to discover that true love transcends time and space and that happy endings arenât only to be found between the pages of a book.
12 DAVES OF CHRISTMASÂ is a 30,000 word novella and fits into the Romagic Comedy genre – it has romance, comedy, and magical elements, like some of my other books;Â FAST FORWARD, I DREAM OF JOHNNY, & HAUNTED EVER AFTER.
Release date: 8th December 2014
Publisher: Escape Publishing
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Here is an excerpt…
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âWhat about Grandpa?â I said. âIs he, ah…â
âOn the other side? Yes. Iâve touched base with him, and it was good to see him again, it really was, but Iâm afraid to say heâs moved on. We loved each other of course and had a great life, but the truth is…â she took another of those redundant breaths, â…we werenât soulmates.â
âWhat do you mean heâs moved on?â
âHeâs spending the afterlife with Lorna. And Iâm not angry. I donât blame him, because when all the obligations and responsibilities of physical life are down the pooper, all that matters is being true to your heart and soul.â
I frowned, from disappointment at Grandpaâs choice of afterlife companion or confusion as to how this all worked, I didnât know.
âSorry, darling, it must be hard to comprehend all this. But the fact is, Harry and Lorna had a…what do you call it? A rendezvous or a fling, if you like, many years ago. I knew about it and of course I was furious, but after a while I forgave him. Because in reality, I knew I still loved and longed for Dave, so who was I to judge?â
âBut Grandma, who is Dave and why didnât you stay with him back then?â
âItâs a long story, muffin. But the gist of it is, we were together before the war, well, during the war. But then he went off to fight when he was eighteen and I never saw him again.â She dropped her gaze to the floor. âWe promised that when the war was over weâd meet again at our favourite place, and I was to turn up there every Saturday at noon until we were reunited. Months and months passed and I was there every week without fail, but he never showed.â
âBut the letter…he wrote to you, obviously.â
âJust the once. As you can see in his letter, he promised to keep writing whenever he could, but something must have happened to prevent him from fulfilling that promise.â She puffed up her short fluffy hair with an upturned palm like she always used to do, and pointed to the watch. âHe gave that to me before he left, said it was to remind me that in time weâd be together again. I maintained it and kept it working.â
âBut he didnât die in the war?â
âApparently not. I thought he had, everyone did. They said he was missing in action, presumed dead. And then when the war ended and he failed to return after several months, well, after a while I had to decide whether to keep hoping or let go and start living my life.â
âSo what happened to him?â
âThatâs the thing, I donât know. Iâve tried to find out where he is and what happened, but the wretched administration up there,â she pointed to the heavens, âleaves a bit to be desired.â She crossed her arms. âAll they could tell me was that my Dave Smith had not passed through the pearly gates. But to find out more information requires more manpower and paperwork, and they put me on a three month waiting list. Three months! While Harry and Lorna have their happily ever after, Iâm left to twiddle my thumbs and wait it out. Iâll be putting in a complaint when I get back, you mark my words.â She gave a curt nod. âBut that will probably take another three months to process! Theyâre utterly swamped up there, what with all the deaths. And the queues, there are more crowds than a Buddy Holly concert, let me tell you.â
I didnât know whether to laugh at what I was hearing or be frustrated along with her. Grandma wasnât known for being shy, and if she had something to say about something that was bothering her, sheâd say it.
âHow do we know where to look? I mean, do you have any idea where he might be?â
âI met him when we were living in Berrinda. He was passing through with his soldier friends for a camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. When he told me he was going off to war, he said that if he returned safe and sound heâd want nothing more than to settle down in a place like Berrinda, or one of the other small towns on the south coast. Thatâs all Iâve got to go on.â
âThatâs a start, I guess. He might be in the phone book. What did you say his last name was?â
âSmith.â
I sighed. She had to go fall in love with someone who had an extremely common first and last name!
As if reading my thoughts, Grandma said, âShame his name wasnât Reginald Liktenblacht or something easier to find.â She shrugged and grinned.
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1 Week To Go! HAUNTED EVER AFTER sneak peek
Here is the last excerpt pic in the countdown to the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER, my next full-length romantic comedy with a touch of magic. If you enjoyed FAST FORWARD, be sure to check out this cheeky, chaotic, fun, and heartwarming read on September 1st.
Excerpt:
âKeep thinking of something funny,â the photographer said. âItâll make the smile more natural and wonât ache as much.â
Funny, funny…what on earth could I possibly find funny about this situation?
I glanced at Red. She pulled her top lip inside out and made her eyes bulge.
Nice try, ghostie.
Okay, funny stuff…um, that Friends episode when Ross gets a fake tan on one side of his body. That was quite funny. I smiled, but not enough to make me laugh.
âGetting there, now relax and flash us a great big laughing smile.â The photographer snapped photos while I kept adjusting my facial expressions and pose, and Red kept pulling faces, none of which triggered a burst of laughter. Until she gave up directing them at me and pulled them at the photographer instead. She stood right next to him, shoved her face next to his and grunted, looking like a deformed monkey. A bubble of laughter tickled my throat. She then sat in front of me on the floor and squished her face together with her hands till she resembled a chubby baby crossed with an alien, and that did it. My stomach heaved and laughter burst forth, and click, click, click went the camera.
âBravo! Thatâs what Iâm talking about,â said the photographer. âNow Iâll just check some of these before we change location.â He fiddled with his camera and frowned. âThatâs odd.â
The assistant approached him and peered at the screen. âHmm.â
âHmm what?â Lorena asked.
âItâs okay, but we might have to shoot a couple more to replace a few of these. Thereâs a strange light imbalance in a few pictures.â
âCan I have a look?â I asked, launching from the couch and up to the camera.
âAh, sure,â he said, holding the camera in front of me.
Oh my God. Right where Red had been sitting in front of me was a warped stretch of light, like a smear of something on glass. He flipped through the images and each photo where Red was in the shot had a âlight imbalanceâ or whatever they called it. I gulped.
âI donât know where that came from. Look, the one before is perfect, and then an instant later the shot is disrupted.â He fiddled with the settings on his camera and I looked towards my friends and shrugged. But inside my heart flip-flopped. This was evidence. Proof that Red wasnât just in my imagination or a manifestation of some disease, she was really here. A ghost. In this house, with me.
âCâmon, you sexy housewife you,â said Lorena. âLetâs touch up your lipstick while they adjust the equipment.â She led me towards the bathroom, and Red followed alongside us making The Twilight Zone sound effects and wriggling her fingers.
Oh dear. I may not be sick or mad, and I wasnât too sure about the sexy part, but I was definitely one very haunted housewife.
Stay tuned for the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER on Sept 1st from Escape Publishing.
>> You can add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE.
>>Â And you can preorder from Amazon & iTunes at the moment (though will be available 1st Sept from all ebook retailers):
- Amazon:Â http://amzn.com/B00M19AWO2
- UK:Â http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M19AWO2
- AUS:Â http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M19AWO2
- iTunes:Â https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/haunted-ever-after/id902138042?mt=11
2 Weeks To Go! HAUNTED EVER AFTER sneak peek
Each week until release day Iâll share a fun excerpt pic like the one below, and a longer excerpt here on the blog. So with 2 weeks to go, here is the next excerpt of HAUNTED EVER AFTER, my next full-length romantic comedy with a touch of magic. If you enjoyed the fun and mayhem of FAST FORWARD, be sure to check this one out on 1st September. đ
Excerpt:
âWhat…what are you doing?â I stiffened.
He ignored my question and put my bare foot against his bare chest, rubbing and massaging it with his firm hands. âI could get you back for the trolley incident, but Iâm not one to hold a grudge.â He winked.
I wasnât going to let a petty incident ruin my evening but I couldnât quite get rid of the embarrassing sensation crawling up my spine. A complete stranger is rubbing my foot! Barring a professional masseuse, this shouldnât happen to an engaged woman, should it? What would Greg be doing right now? Probably enjoying a super-expensive bottle of wine at the golf retreat and chatting business.
No, he shouldnât be getting this personal with me, I should put a stop to it. Iâll just politely remove my foot from his hold and… Oh God…oh wow…how on earth is he doing that? My foot was practically having an orgasm. A footgasm. Was that even possible?
Ty smiled as he rubbed and pressed, probably knowing too well the magic his hands were casting. He must be using some kind of acupressure technique. Fancy a stripper knowing that. Strangely, my body softened a little and I let him do his thing, even though I felt like a terrible wife-to-be.
When heâd had his way with my foot he placed it gently back in the shoe, then stood and ripped off his pants for the second time that night. His body moved with the music as though his muscles were controlling the tempo. There was no doubt about it, this guy could dance. Whoever said dancing was a girly pursuit for guys hadnât seen Ty. He oozed masculinity, confidence, and â gulp â sexiness, and his performance was in no way cheesy. It was classy. And professional. And…I think Iâve had too much to drink. I shook away the hint of desire creeping throughout my body like a pack of stealthy field agents. Greg. Think of Greg. Heâs my man, heâs my fiancĂ©, and Ty is just some light entertainment to satisfy Lorenaâs urge to create the ideal henâs party.
âWipe that drool from your face, girlfriend!â My body stiffened as Red sat next to me.
âGo away,â I hissed through pursed lips.
âWhat, and miss this show? Iâve been practically comatose back there in the corner from the shock of all this beauty.â She eyed Ty with intense eyes of desire. âMmm… Now I really miss being alive.â She floated towards him and moulded her body to his as he swayed.
Red, please donât. I tried to send her an instant message via ESP.
âI can almost feel his heat,â she said, leaning in close to his face. âI wish I could smell him.â She breathed in violently through her nose like she was trying to unclog her sinuses with nasal spray.
Stay tuned for the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER on Sept 1st from Escape Publishing.
>> You can add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE.
>>Â And you can preorder from Amazon & iTunes at the moment (though will be available 1st Sept from all ebook retailers):
- Amazon:Â http://amzn.com/B00M19AWO2
- UK:Â http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M19AWO2
- AUS:Â http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M19AWO2
- iTunes:Â https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/haunted-ever-after/id902138042?mt=11
3 Weeks To Go! HAUNTED EVER AFTER sneak peek
Each week until release day Iâll share a fun excerpt pic like the one below, and a longer excerpt here on the blog. So with 3 weeks to go, here is the next excerpt of HAUNTED EVER AFTER, my next full-length romantic comedy with a touch of magic. If you enjoyed the fun and mayhem of FAST FORWARD, be sure to check this one out on 1st September. đ
Excerpt:
âWhatâs your favourite colour?â I asked Ty.
âCobalt. Why?â
âJust making conversation to pass the time. Cobalt? Not blue, or green, or red, but cobalt?â
âColours vary, itâs good to be specific.â
âI guess. Then why arenât you wearing cobalt? And why is your car black?â
âI didnât say it was my favourite colour to wear or anything, itâs just my favourite colour to look at, generally.â
âFair enough. That makes sense.â
âWhatâs yours? Wait…light purple?â
âMauve. How did you know?â
âYou were wearing it that night you got stuck in the toilet. Just a guess.â
And I thought the only thing heâd noticed was the fact that Iâd gotten stuck in the toilet.
âFavourite TV show?â he asked.
I was having dĂ©jĂ vu. It reminded me of the twenty questions Red had fired at me during dinner at the guest house when Ty was with us. As long as he didnât ask me my favourite sexual position like she had, Iâd be fine.
âDoctor Who, or Midsomer Murders.â
He smiled. Was he silently making fun of my entertainment choices?
âOh, and Friends,â I added, to seem reasonably normal and hip, and to honour last Saturday nightâs laughter prescription. âYou?â
âFriends, too, of course, and Seinfeld. And Game of Thrones.â
âOh, I donât think I could watch that. Looks too explicit and gory.â
âExactly! I love it. Try it, I guarantee youâll be hooked.â
âHmm.â I wasnât convinced.
âOkay, next question: If you could go back in time, when would you go?â
âThe fifties. They seemed cute and fun. You?â
âHmm, maybe the Palaeolithic period? You know, grow a beard and long hair, wear nothing but a loincloth, and hunt for food. Perfect.â
âCaveman, huh? Well, youâve got the loincloth bit all sorted, in a modern sort of way.â
âTrue. Maybe Iâll have to mix up my performances a little. Instead of Doctor Ty, I could be Caveman Ty.â
An image of him swinging shirtless from tree to tree flashed through my mind. âOr Tarzanâs naughty cousin.â
âGood idea. Tyzan, perhaps?â
I chuckled.
âHow about we play I Spy next instead of Twenty Questions? Itâs a perfect game for road trips, Cody loves playing it.â
Being around Ty was never boring. And I appreciated the way he was taking my mind off the inevitable challenge of going back to Chrisâ house.
âIâll start,â he said. âI spy with my little eye, something beginning with…I.â
âUmm… Incredibly infuriating guy indifferent to public displays of partial nudity?â I joked.
âNope! And yes, sort of.â
âImpossibly irritating imbecilic Neanderthal?â
A laugh shot from his mouth. âI didnât know you had such a witty way with words, Sexy Sally.â
âIâm full of surprises this long weekend.’
Stay tuned for the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER on Sept 1st from Escape Publishing.
>> You can add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE.
>>Â And you can preorder from Amazon & iTunes at the moment (though will be available 1st Sept from all ebook retailers):
- Amazon:Â http://amzn.com/B00M19AWO2
- UK:Â http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M19AWO2
- AUS:Â http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M19AWO2
- iTunes:Â https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/haunted-ever-after/id902138042?mt=11
4 Weeks To Go! HAUNTED EVER AFTER sneak peek
Each week until release day Iâll share a fun excerpt pic like the one below, and a longer excerpt here on the blog. So with 4 weeks to go, here is an excerpt of HAUNTED EVER AFTER, my next full-length romantic comedy with a touch of magic. If you enjoyed the fun and mayhem of FAST FORWARD, be sure to check this one out on 1st September. đ
Excerpt:
âI want you to call Ty and ask him to come over for a game of Twister.â
âTwister? But thatâs a game for flexible young kids who donât mind clambering over each other.â
âTy is flexible.â
âIâm not! And Iâm engaged, it wouldnât be right to get that close to another guy. Youâll have to give me another dare.â
âOkay, I dare you to walk down the main street and sing Tomorrow from Annie at the top of your lungs, and hug random people as you go by.â
I had visions of being captured on video and going viral on YouTube. âNo, no way.â I shook my head vigorously.
âThen call Ty.â Mel handed me back my phone. âTwister or Tomorrow. Whatâll it be?â
I ran a hand over my head. No way could I sing in public, especially after my dance incident. Singing was a completely different thing, and my voice could barely crank out a simple Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in tune.
âSo I just have to call him and ask, it doesnât matter if he says no, right?â
âIf he says yes, you have to play Twister with him, but if he says no, well, I guess thereâs nothing you can do about that. But you have to at least ask him.â She shoved the phone into my hand and it shook in my grasp. It was only a simple phone call, but something about being around him made me nervous. Maybe it was his superhuman physique, or the fact that he seemed like some super-caring, kind, too-good-to-be-true angel from heaven sent down to earth to make women swoon and look after those who needed a little extra support. He came from a completely different world to mine, and it felt like I was about to call my teenage celebrity crush.
âHereâs his number,â Lorena said, showing me her phone.
I added him as a contact and my finger hovered over his number.
âPress it, Sally! I want to see this!â Red was back to her usual self at the prospect of another embarrassing moment for me.
I pressed it.
âHello? Ty speaking,â he answered.
âHi, Ty, I…â Oh God, Iâm rhyming! âItâs me, Sally.â
âSexy Sally?â
Heat rushed up my face. âWell, the one from the guest house.â
âYeah, as I said: Sexy Sally. What can I do for you? Would you like to book another performance?â
âOh goodness, no, not at all.â
âGee, thanks. Glad youâre so keen.â
âSorry, I didnât mean…I just meant, anyway, Iâm calling to ask something,â
He was silent for a moment, then: âYouâll have to speak up, sunshine.â
I cleared my throat but my voice remained croaky. âI was wondering if youâd care for a game of…â I cleared my throat again at the same time as uttering the word, âTwisterâ.
âSorry? A game of what?â
âTwister,â I said more loudly, the painful embarrassment like a red-hot burn on my cheeks.
Mel tipped her head back with a sudden laugh.
Tyâs voice held a hint of a smile. âYou want me to come over to play Twister?â
âI guess so.â
He chuckled. âYou girls are an entertaining bunch.â
âItâs okay, you donât have to, I know youâve had a busy day and you probably have other things to do with your brother, or a job to go to, or â â
âBe there in ten.â
âHuh?â
âThe guest house. Ten minutes. Iâll warm up on the way there.â And then he hung up.
I kept the phone next to my ear and furrowed my brow, my mouth agape.
âSal?â asked Mel.
âHe hung up.â
âHe hung up on you?â Georgie asked.
âNo, he hung up after saying heâd be here in ten minutes.â
âWoohoo!â Mel exclaimed. âI only wanted you to ask him, I didnât think heâd actually agree to it! Ooh, this is going to be fun to watch!â
âWatch? But you have to play too, I canât play it on my own, with him.â
âNope, the dare was for you to ask him over to play.â
âAnd Iâm definitely out of this game,â Lorena said, holding her belly and convenient excuse. I was sure, though, had she not been pregnant, she wouldnât have minded playing Twister with a stripper.
âAnd as much as Iâd love to get up close and personal with His Royal Hotness, Iâd much rather see you in action on those coloured spots.â Mel grinned, and I looked towards Georgie for moral support.
She held her palms up. âSorry, Iâm needed in the kitchen.â
âBut weâre eating out tonight.â
âYes, but someone has to marinate the lamb for tomorrow nightâs dinner.â
âBut â â
âToo late for an appeal, Sal, you better get ready. Warm up and stretch or something. Iâll set up the mat. Tick-tock!â She tapped her watch.
Oh my goodness gracious me. I felt like I was about to betray Greg. What had I got myself into?
As Mel prepared the game, I swung my arms around in circles. Probably best if I did warm up a little, it would make it easier to manoeuvre around the mat and avoid bodily contact. Why did he agree to play Twister anyway? He knows Iâm taken, so itâs not like heâs seeing it as an opportunity to hit on me or anything. Probably just wants to show off his…bendiness.
Stay tuned for the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER on Sept 1st from Escape Publishing.
>> You can add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE.
>>Â And you can preorder from Amazon & iTunes at the moment (though will be available 1st Sept from all ebook retailers):
- Amazon:Â http://amzn.com/B00M19AWO2
- UK:Â http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M19AWO2
- AUS:Â http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M19AWO2
- iTunes:Â https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/haunted-ever-after/id902138042?mt=11
5 Weeks To Go! HAUNTED EVER AFTER sneak peek
Each week until release day I’ll share a fun excerpt pic like the one below, and a longer excerpt here on the blog. So with 5 weeks to go, here is the first excerpt of HAUNTED EVER AFTER, my next full-length romantic comedy with a touch of magic. If you enjoyed the fun and mayhem of FAST FORWARD, be sure to check this one out on 1st September. đ
Excerpt:
What does one talk to a stripper about over dinner anyway? âHow was work? Did you have a good day at the office?â
Georgie served our meals of Chicken Valdostano, and after taking a mouthful and complimenting the chef, Ty directed questions my way, saving me from having to think what to ask him. âWhenâs the big day?â
âOne weekâs time. Are you married?â I asked. It was so much easier to ask that question when men knew you were taken, otherwise it sounded like you were sussing them out for potential husband material. But anyway, what sort of wife would want her husband to strip semi-naked and have women grope him in order to pay the bills and put food on the table?
He shook his head, took another mouthful, then asked, âWhat do you do for a living, Sally?â
âSallyâs a nurse,â Mel said.
âIâm sure she can speak for herself, Mel,â said Georgie, her slender fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass.
âSorry, force of habit. Five kids.â Mel shrugged.
âAh, you must be a very caring person,â Ty said. âHow long have you been nursing?â
âGeez, he asks a lot of questions.â Red sat at the empty chair to my right and placed her ghostly elbows on the table. Such a classy ghost. Crashing my party and bad table manners to boot.
âAlmost ten years now.â I smiled.
âI could have been a nurse,â Red said. âAll those smart, hot doctors to drool over. Mmm…â she rolled her eyes back in an apparent daydream.
I wouldnât spoil her assumption and tell her that most of the doctors I knew were either grey-haired and pudgy men or skinny and awkward young men with remnants of teenage acne. Sure, there were a few lookers, but itâs no Greyâs Anatomy.
âHow long have you been, um, stripping?â I asked, as dignified as possible.
âThree years.â He took a sip of wine. âAnd did you always want to be a nurse?â
Did you always want to be a stripper? I couldnât imagine him as a young boy at school getting up in front of the class and sharing his career aspirations for career day.
âWell, sort of, I â â
âI want to ask questions too, sheesh! Canât get a word in with this guy!â Red sat on the edge of the table and I tried not to look at her. âWhatâs your favourite colour, Sally? Wait, let me guess, mauve, right?â
Quit distracting me! I tried the ESP thing again. But what I really wanted to do was push her off the table. So much for being a caring person.
âOkay, whatâs your favourite band then?â she persisted. âFavourite food?â She leaned over the table and shoved her face in front of mine. âOoh, what about favourite celebrity when you were a teenager? Huh, huh? Answer me, girl!â
I shifted in my seat and pretended I was trying to retrieve the answer to Tyâs question, which had been diluted by Redâs constant verbal assault.
âFavourite book? Favourite animal?â she continued shooting questions at me like a tennis ball machine, and my head started to hurt.
âUm…â I cleared my throat and rubbed my ear, tension building inside like a boiling pot of water. âSorry, what was the question again?â
âI said, did you always want to be a nurse?â Ty repeated.
âFavourite song? Favourite shop?â Red continued. âOoh, ooh! Favourite sexual position?â
In frustration, my hand banged down on the table, sending my fork flying across to the floor. âMissionary, okay? Missionary!â I blurted.
All eyes stared at me. âWhat?â Lorena asked, curiosity and concern on her face at my apparent distress.
Oh dear God.
Red had collapsed in laughter on the floor next to me. âMissionary! Haha, missionary position! I knew it!â she repeated, rolling about.
Just when I thought Iâd have to excuse myself from the table, a convenient explanation hit me. I cleared my throat. âA missionary. I, er, wanted to be a missionary.â I gave a confident nod.
âUm, no you didnât,â Lorena said firmly.
Mel had cracked up as well as Red. âSince when did you want to become a missionary?â
I pushed my unnatural curls from my face and raised my chin. âWell, if you must know, since I was a kid. My parents sent me to Sunday school (true) and I really enjoyed it (false). I thought it would be great to one day travel the world and spread the good word of the Lord (also false). There. Now you know.â
âGood for you,â Ty said with a nod. âWhat stopped you?â
How could I get off the missionary topic? All this quick thinking was doing my head in.
Stay tuned for the release of HAUNTED EVER AFTER on Sept 1st from Escape Publishing.
>> You can add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE.
>>Â And you can preorder from Amazon & iTunes at the moment (though will be available 1st Sept from all ebook retailers):
COVER REVEAL! Haunted Ever After (plus excerpt)
Drumroll… Ta-Da! đ
What do you think?
The design team at Harlequin Australia / Escape Publishing have given me another fabulous cover. It’s always so exciting to see a cover for the first time, and I end up giggling like a little girl. đ
This is my first cover with a guy on the front! Hello. Oh, except if you count the male nose and mouth on the cover of Starstruck in Seattle. đ
As soon as it’s up on Goodreads, and on Amazon etc to preorder, I’ll post links. But for now, enjoy the cover and the blurb and excerpt below…
(Unofficial) blurb:
When bride-to-be, Sally Marsh attends a weekend away with her bridesmaids in the small country town of Barron Springs, the last thing she expects is for an uninvited visitor to tag along: the ghost of her fiancĂ©’s ex-girlfriend.
She’s quirky, loud, and hyperactive, and the prim and proper Sally is desperate to find out why she’s being haunted so she can be free of her embarrassing disruptions before the wedding day. Problem is, the ghost is reluctant to share the reason for her presence, but seems intent on tempting her with the hot and charming stripper, Ty, who is always turning up at awkward moments. Is the ghost on a jealousy-fuelled mission to stop the wedding?Â
By the time the ghost’s secrets are revealed, Sally’s strength will be tested to its limits, and she must go above and beyond anything she’s ever experienced in order to ensure a happy-ever-after for not only herself, but others too.
Exclusive excerpt:
She pushed her finger forwards, and â plop! âthe stone fell from my grasp and down my t-shirt through the small valley of my cleavage. I shivered at its cold, smooth surface as it travelled down to my abdomen. âOh no!â Red laughed as I unbuttoned my jacket and tried to discreetly shove my hand down my top.
âCan I help at all?â I spun around to see Ty standing nearby, my hand still lodged between my boobs and my elbow pointing to the heavens, where I wished Red would toddle off to. I yanked my hand out and straightened my jacket.
âNo, Iâm fine thanks. Where did you spring from?â
âI saw you looking at something in your hand so I came to see what it was.â
âOh, itâs just a gemstone.â I brushed a non-existent strand of hair from my face. âIt sort of, um, fell down my top.â I could still feel it low against my belly, but I didnât think my arm could reach down far enough to get it. I could also feel an uncomfortable wave of heat rushing across my face, belying the fact that it was a cold winterâs day.
Ty tried to hold back a grin, but a hint of it twinkled at the sides of his mouth. âSo, maybe just give your shirt a bit of a shake?â He grasped his close-fitting black ribbed top at the hem and gave it a shake, and a glimpse of his tanned, hard abs brought back flashes of him last night in his underwear.
The heat on my face intensified. âWell, you see, I sort of canât,â I replied, touching the spot where the gemstone lay.
âWhy not?â
Oh dear God. Of all the days, why did I have to wear this thing underneath?
âBecause Iâm wearing a bodysuit.â
Tyâs eyebrows rose. âOh, one of those all-in-one lycra things?â
I nodded.
âSo youâd need to, um…â
âUnhook it, below, yes.â Too much information. Why was I telling him this? Surely a man of his âexperienceâ knew how a womanâs bodysuit was structured.
âIn that case, Iâll let you get on with it.â He gestured behind and turned away, then turned back briefly. âIâll just wait over here.â
I hid behind a stall and grasped the stone through my clothing with one hand, walking it up my body the way one does with a draw cord lost in the waistband of oneâs pants, but it only moved slightly. I plunged my hand down my top again and dug around, but the tight-fit of the bodysuit made it difficult. Câmon gemstone! Where are you? It was like the Bermuda Triangle in here. If this failed Iâd have to find the ladies bathrooms and do the unhooking, but if I could just get it…
I grunted, sinking my stomach muscles inwards to make more room for my arm, and stretching poor Melâs t-shirt piece of art. My fingers came in contact with cold stone which I grasped, and with my other hand I pushed it upwards, until the stone was in my hand and my arm was finally out of a place I didnât exactly aspire it to be whilst in public, or even private, for that matter. âPhew!â I breathed out, having held my breath for a little while.
I adjusted my top and jacket and returned to where Iâd been, feeling as though everyone was looking at me, even though they werenât. Except Ty.
âGot it?â he asked.
I held up the stone in victory.
He clapped. âIf you were single I would have given you a hand. You know, just to do the helpful gentlemanly thing.â He winked.
Flirt. âOh, Iâm sure.â I crossed my arms and diverted my gaze from his.
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