Hello, people. Yesterday was beautiful, but today it’s raining AGAIN. But look on the bright side–it could be snowing, and I’m just not ready for that. Christmas is coming. The stores are full of decorations and some are even piping Christmas music through the sound system. Rumor has it some people have their trees up already, but that’s a bit early for me! However, I’ll own up to the fact that I’ve started my Christmas shopping.
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This morning, I’m going to do something different. I’m going to share from both Holiday Magic and The Perfect Choice. These are my sister novels, both of which take place in the same time period, so while most of each book differs from the other, there are scenes that occur in each book, but from a different point of view. Here is an example of such a scene.
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From Holiday Magic:
Georgia entered the brownstone and cursed. Who the hell is calling at this hour? They’d probably tried to call her cell number, first, but she’d dropped the damn thing and it hadn’t worked properly since. Hurrying as fast as she could in her four inch heels, she raced up the stairs, and quickly unlocked the door.
“I’m coming, damn it, I’m coming,” she yelled at the phone, fully aware of the fact whoever was on the end of the line wouldn’t hear her. She tossed her beret and purse on the table in the foyer and hurried into the living room and over to the end table where the phone sat. She checked the call display and picked up the receiver.
“Hello, Eleni, what’s wrong?” Her twin never called on Monday nights. She usually knew when something was wrong, so this was probably one of Eleni’s other emergencies.
“Finally!” Georgia heard the relief and excitement in her voice. “Your cell phone kept going to message, and then wouldn’t let me leave one. I must have called a dozen times. Why are you out of breath?”
Georgia shook her head before plopping down on the leather sofa and kicking off her Christian Louboutin shoes.
“Because I heard the phone ringing and ran up the stairs to answer it,” she said reigning in her impatience. “I dropped my damn cell phone Saturday, and I haven’t had time to get another one. I’ll do it in the morning. So, what’s the emergency?” As much as she loved her sister, Eleni was impulsive and had a habit of exaggerating. She could turn a molehill into a mountain in no time.
Eleni harrumphed loudly. “Yes, you’d better, and get with the times. You need a Smartphone. I can’t imagine how you manage without one. Texting is the way to go.”
While Georgia used Facebook and her Internet website to conduct business, she rarely did so with her personal life—not that she had much of one.
“Yes, boss,” she answered and laughed. Eleni had embraced recent technology with a vengeance. She was constantly texting both friends and suppliers. It was amazing she got any work done. “I’ll consider it, but even if I get one, I doubt I’ll be as comfortable with it as you are.”
“I was worried when I couldn’t reach you,” Eleni accused, and Georgia felt a twinge of guilt.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re concerned about me, Len, just as I worry about you, but I’m fine, really I am.”
“So you say, but if you were fine, you’d come home. You’d come back where you belong.” She stopped talking and Georgia sighed heavily.
Until three years ago, she and Eleni had been inseparable, but after Mark’s betrayal, Georgia had left everyone and everything behind to try and pick up the pieces of her life. Eleni hadn’t understood her need to be alone, but it’d been the right decision. Now, while she was still heart sore, she’d managed to find herself and get on with life.
“It’s late,” Eleni continued “You weren’t out walking the streets of New York alone at night again, were you?”
Georgia giggled at the image. “You make me sound like a hooker out looking for a john. Manhattan is a fairly safe area, but for your information, I was out having dinner with Gwen. We went to Ramon’s. I took a cab back. Now, what’s the problem?”
“There isn’t any problem. Can’t I call just to hear your voice?”
“Right, and I hear the Brooklyn Bridge is for sale again. We talked for two hours on Friday. You heard plenty of my voice then, but something’s going on. I can feel it. So, what’s up?”
“One of these days, I’ll learn how to surprise you, but you’re right.” The excitement she’d heard earlier was back in her sister’s voice. “Georgia, my design was chosen to be the theme for the Ocean Front Casino Resort’s Halloween extravaganza.”
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Now, the same scene from The Perfect Choice
Eleni stared at herself in the mirror as she finished putting on her lip gloss, doing so slowly to avoid making a mess. She was still in shock, her hand shaking so badly, she’d opted to forgo mascara. She’d probably poke her eye out with the wand.
They’d picked her designs. Garth Simmons, millionaire owner of Simmons Resorts and Casinos, had chosen her Halloween designs for his newest Atlantic City Resort, and Dean Ashcroft had hinted that he’d said contracts—with an ‘s’. If she could land a couple of jobs a year at the casino, she’d be on her way.
She added earrings to her outfit and looked at the clock. Ten-thirty. Mark would be here to pick her up at any minute, but she desperately wanted to talk to her sister before she celebrated with the rest of the Holiday Magic crew.
Georgia had to be home by now. She’d been calling for hours, but her sister wasn’t answering her landline or her cell. She’d left a dozen messages there, and she was beginning to worry. Georgia never stayed out late.
While her worry was affecting her excitement, it wasn’t strong enough to kill the buzz. Nothing felt wrong with Georgia, and that was a good thing. She knew when her sister was hurting or sick. The months after the break-up had been as hard on her as it had on her sister. Why wasn’t Georgia picking up on her excitement?
Because, silly girl, you’ve been walking on air like this for a couple of weeks now.
She was eager to tell her sister the good news. Georgia would understand how much this meant to her, a chance to be recognized on a grand scale.
Reaching once more for the portable phone beside the bed, she pressed speed dial one. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Disappointed, she got ready to leave a message on Georgia’s voice mail when someone picked up.
“Hello?” She heard Georgia’s breathy answer.
“Hey you! I was going to hang up. It’s late. I was worried. You didn’t answer your cell,” she scolded.
“Eleni, I’m fine. I dropped the damn thing on the weekend and need to replace it.”
“Well, you should get something modern, with a decent texting package. I don’t know how you manage without one.”
“I don’t have as many callers as you do,” Georgia laughed, and blew out a breath.
“Why are you breathing heavy? Are you sick?”
“I’m breathing heavy because I just got in and had to run up the stairs to answer the phone. You’ve seen me twice in the last six weeks. Relax. I’m getting better.”
“Well, I hope you weren’t walking the streets of New York alone at night again.”
Georgia laughed, sounding more relaxed than Eleni remembered. She’d seemed happier when she’d been up there last weekend too, so maybe things were looking up. She’d made friends with a young Broadway hopeful, and the relationship seemed to have lifted her out of the dumps she’d been in for the last three years.
Mark, her business partner and Georgia’s former fiancé, was still stuck in the past, but her sister deserved to be happy. He’d screwed up big time and would have to live with the consequences of his actions, but her sister shouldn’t.
“You make me sound like a hooker. I was out having dinner with Gwen. We went to Ramon’s. I just got in. I was unlocking the door when the phone rang. So, what’s up? You don’t normally call on a Monday.”
It was her turn to laugh. “One of these days, I’ll learn how to surprise you, but this time you’re right.” She took a deep breath unable to contain her excitement a moment longer. “Georgia, they picked my design. The client was Garth Simmons. My Celtic Halloween was chosen to be the theme for the Ocean Front Casino Resort’s Halloween extravaganza, a benefit event to raise money for diabetes research.”
“Oh my God, Eleni, that’s fantastic. Congratulations. Do you get to go down there and set everything up?”
“No. he’s going to have others do all the legwork, but I’ll get to see it. He’s sending me a ticket and arranging for a complimentary room. Come with me. You can take the ACES train, and I’ll meet you at the station. I’ll take the train from here as well. Please say you’ll come.”
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