Mea Culpa! For some strange reason, I missed this week’s sign-up, but I’ll play anyway and hope some people find me and drop by. Well, yesterday started off as the worst day of 2015 and ended as the absolute best in my writing career. Can’t divulge the secret just yet, but I’m so excited about it, I can hardly sit still.
Thanks to all who downloaded The Captain’s Promise. More than 1400 books were given away, and I hope at least half of those who snagged a free copy will read it and like it, increasing my reader base and followers.
Well, the groundhog said we’d have 6 more weeks of winter and he wasn’t kidding. It’s snowing again, although there shouldn’t be more than a couple of inches today, but the good news is it’s 20 degrees warmer than it was yesterday. I love Canadian winters…NOT
Thanks to Sandra Bunino and the other teasers who make this day a wonderful part of my week. This morning, I thought I’d go back to April 2014 and give you a taste of my sometimes humorous contemporary novel, Just for the Weekend.
Sometimes, you have to step out of the box.
Kindergarten teacher, Cleo James, needs a break. For the past three years, she’s put her life on hold to help her father deal with grief, but now she’s ready to move on. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention may be just the place to start. She’ll be costumed as an alien and no one will recognize her. What could go wrong? Things get complicated when she’s attracted to a conventioneer whom she believes is a gorgeous Chippendale dancer. Can Cleo set her strict moral code aside and enjoy what promises to be a once upon a time weekend?
Multimillionaire real estate developer, Sam Mason has sworn off serious relationships. In Vegas to visit family and friends, he’s talked into attending a sci-fi convention for the night. Dressed as an alien, he’s confident he can elude the usual gold diggers looking to star in the role of Mrs. Sam Mason. When he spots a beautiful woman dressed as a green-skinned slave girl, he’s captivated by her and changes his plans to leave Vegas in the morning. The more time he spends with her, the more he realizes she’s unlike any woman he’s known. Fantastic sex and too much alcohol find him married to his alien siren, but before he can tell her the truth about himself and see if they can make their marriage work, the bride vanishes. Finding her is going to be a challenge.
This Week’s Tease:
Cleo bent over, shook out her hair, and ran her fingers through the curls, trying to tame them into place. She reapplied her lipstick and stopped halfway through, remembering the touch of a stranger’s lips on hers. Men didn’t walk up to her and kiss her like that. That only happened in the movies.
She shook her head and finished fixing her lipstick. She capped the tube and returned it to its hiding place. She took a deep breath. Time to get back out there before Mitch wondered if she’d bailed on her. The idea of sneaking up to the room and hiding there had an appeal of its own. Coward. She stuck her tongue out at her reflection and walked toward the exit.
She opened the door and moved quickly along the short hallway. She hadn’t realized how dark it was. She’d almost reached the concourse when a tall man dressed as a Romulan stepped in front of her. He had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds and stood a good five inches taller than she did. He moved closer to her, too close, invading her personal space, and the discomfort and anxiety she’d felt earlier filled her once more. Cleo stared into the man’s eyes. Show no fear. She worked on controlling her breathing.
“Excuse me.” She tried to move around him. The men’s room was down here too. Maybe he just needed to go.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night. I was going to talk to you earlier, but that Cardassian moved in on you before I could. You seem to have quite the fan club. Listen, how about you and me blow this place, and go have a little one-on-one fun?”
She smiled and hoped he couldn’t see the panic creeping up on her. She could smell the booze on him. He’s just a bully, a big drunken bully. If you don’t show fear, he’ll back down. The words she’d repeated to her students echoed in her mind. She looked around. There were people nearby; if she screamed, someone would come to help her, right? Damn, this place needs security guards or something to keep these jerks in line. She swallowed and bit her lower lip nervously. Humor him. Treat him like you would a difficult student.
“That’s a tempting offer, but I have to get back. Please let me by. My friends are waiting for me.” No harm in letting him think she had more than one.
He laughed. “Friend, singular, and she’s busy with her books right now. I saw the way you reacted to the Cardassian’s kiss. You won’t convince me you play for the other team. I watched you playing gopher for the author. I’ll settle for a tonsil-licking like you gave that guy earlier.”
He moved even closer to her, and she backed away until she couldn’t move any farther. He put his arms against the wall on either side of her face and leaned into her.
Cleo, trapped between the wall and this stranger swallowed her terror, frowned, and assumed her strictest teacher glare, the one she reserved for older kids fighting in the schoolyard.
“I asked you to let me by. Don’t make me call for help.”
She hated the way her voice had started to tremble on the last word. Her heart pounded so loudly he could probably hear it.
“Like anyone would hear you with all this noise.” He reached out a hand, grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her close. “Okay, we’ll do it your way. I don’t mind rough play. Come on. Let me show you how much fun we could have. I’ve got money if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“How dare you! Get your filthy hands off me!”
Furious Cleo struggled, but the man was strong. Terror filled her. She kicked uselessly at his legs, but her bare feet couldn’t inflict any pain. He was too close for her to knee him in the groin. He bowed his head, filling her nostrils with the scent of his sour breath.
“Hold still, bitch.” He growled, angry she was trying to fight him.
“I may not be the most observant man on Earth, but even I can tell the lady’s not interested. Let her go.”
The man’s voice was calm and cold, each word clearly enunciated, and the fury in it was palpable.
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