Good morning fellow teasers. It’s so hard to imagine that we’re only 7 days away from Christmas and 14 days away from the end of the year. This year has been a very difficult one for me, and my emotions have been on a roller coaster all year. When I write, so much of the way I feel ends up blended into my characters and the things that happen to them. When I wrote The Perfect Choice in 2013, everything was great. I’d published my first book and I was on top of the world. much like Eleni is in this morning’s tease.
Since it’s been a while since I posted from The Perfect Choice, here’s the blurb;
All’s fair in love and war…or is it?
Eleni Baxter has always been the impulsive twin requiring rescue from one scheme or another. Avoiding relationships because of trust issues, Eleni throws herself into her wedding and party fantasy firm, Holiday Magic. When her designs for a Halloween decorating scheme win her a shot at being the exclusive special events coordinator for the Ocean Front Casino Resort, she jumps at it, without reading the fine print. As always, twin sister Georgia comes to the rescue.
Reclusive millionaire casino owner Garth Joseph Smits Simmons has shunned publicity and gold-diggers for as long as he can remember, hiding behind a series of disguises to protect his identity. When beautiful, talented special events coordinator Eleni Baxter walks into his life, he’s determined to find a way to make her fall in love with him without revealing his true identity. Designing a contract to hire her and keep her in close proximity for three months seems like a stroke of genius, but having a double life becomes more complicated than ever.
With the holiday season in full swing, Joe decides it’s time to come clean, but will the magic of the holiday season be enough for Eleni to forgive him his deception, or will he lose it all on one throw of the dice?
Here’s your tease for the day:
Eleni stepped out into the glorious sunshine and smiled. One thing about working for yourself was that you could take a few hours off when you really wanted them, not when someone else decided it was your down-time. Yesterday, she’d arranged for Allie to come in for the whole morning, so she’d been able to see the Dean, visit with old teachers, run the sketches for the wedding by Meredith, and of course, see Clyde, her favorite dinosaur.
She looked at her watch. She had time to walk over to the fountain. On a day like this, probably one of the last ones before the weather changed, Lionel would be playing in the park. He’d been playing the blues around lunch hour in Logan Circle, from Memorial Day to Labor Day, for as long as she could remember. Her grandmother used to love listening to him play. With the amount of money Grandma had put in his guitar case over the years, he should be able to retire. Last fall, she’d asked him why he didn’t, and he’d smiled at her shaking his head. “Lordy child, why would I do that? The folks come to listen to the blues. I’ll retire when the Good Lord calls me home, not a moment sooner.”
Taking her designer sunglasses out of her purse, she put them on. The lenses might not be very dark, but they were UV protected. From here, she could see a number of kids enjoying a romp in the fountain—she and her twin sister, Georgia, had done it often enough as kids and a couple of times as teenagers. If she weren’t wearing her good clothes, she’d probably go wading right this minute. She looked toward her favorite bench and saw it was occupied.
Damn. Just my luck. I get one lunch hour to enjoy the day, and I have to do it standing up.
She scrutinized the poacher. He was a little unkempt and reminded her of a student. She’d relished those carefree days when there were no responsibilities to way you down and keep you running. Now that she was a woman of business, she rarely got to relax, let alone loll on a bench on a hot, sunny, summer day. Being the sole active partner in a business certainly had its perks, but there were drawbacks too.
It won’t hurt to stand and listen to Lionel for a few minutes. Maybe that guy would be willing to share his bench.
She walked across the sidewalk to where the elderly man played for the enjoyment of others. As soon as he saw her, he smiled, finished the song he’d been singing in his silky, gravelly voice, and began to play her favorite, Georgia on my Mind.
She stood there wrapped in the music and memories until the song ended.
“Lionel, you haven’t lost your touch,” she said, tossing money into the open guitar case.
“Thank ya, darlin’. How’s that sweet sister of yours? Comin’ home soon?”
“I wish. New York City seems to have her in its thrall. Have a great day.”
Waving goodbye, she continued toward the street where she’d hail a cab. As much as she’d like to sit on the bench and enjoy the day, she had to get back. Allie had an appointment later this afternoon. She could probably walk to Holiday Magic and enjoy the day that way, but while she loved her new designer sandals, she’d have a blister if she strolled that far in this heat.
As she passed by her bench, she noticed that the man sitting there was older than she’d expected, and he looked sad and lonely.
Probably down on his luck, poor guy. With the economy as it was, lots of people were finding things tough.
As she neared him, she recognized the T-shirt he wore. She’d seen him earlier in the museum admiring Clyde. Approaching the bench, she sensed he was staring at her, and while it should have bothered her, it didn’t. He’d probably seen her at the museum too. Any friend of Clyde’s was a friend of hers. She smiled.
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