Good morning and welcome to this week’s Midweek Tease. Thanks to Angelica Dawson who makes this blog hop possible each week. There’s some incredible talent here, and I’m humbled and awed to be part of this.
My tease this week comes from Wedding Bell Blues, the novel currently in a Kindle Scout campaign. If you’ve already nominated it, thank you. If you haven’t, read this excerpt, go to the website and nominate the book. If it’s lucky enough to get a contract, you get a free e-copy of it from Amazon.
Here’s the blurb:
MJ’s having a bad year. She’s canceled her wedding, but refuses to give up the honeymoon. When she arrives on Paradise Island, she discovers her ex has changed the reservation. Stranded, she has to rely on her first love, a man who sees her as his kid sister, for help. When Paul discovers the man behind her plight is the bully who made his own teen years hell, he gets MJ to agreed to pretend to be his fiancee. Add in mermaids, treasure hunters, and Quimbois magic, and anything can happen.
This week’s tease:
MJ licked her lips. “I’m taking a vacation before I move here.”
“You are?” Carla asked, her face suddenly animated. “I wondered when you said the end of July because I thought you were leaving next week. Well, I hope you’re going to one of those hedonistic places where gorgeous men wait on you hand and foot. There’s bound to be some hunk there who’ll make your body sing. I can’t see Mark ringing too many of your bells in the sack.”
MJ swallowed. “Don’t be crude. Actually, Mark has a lot to do with where I’m going.” She took a deep breath and stared at the road ahead. “I’m going on my honeymoon, and there’s absolutely nothing you can say that will change my mind.”
Carla opened and closed her mouth several times, but no sound came out, reminding MJ of a fish in an aquarium.
“Oh my God! Marilyn Jean Summers, you’re insane.”
The shrill pitch of Carla’s voice made her ears ache, and MJ winced. She’d known her best friend would make a big deal of it which is why she’d waited until now to bring it up, but someone had to know where she was going in case of an emergency.
“First this crazy move, then agreeing to stay in a tawdry motel, and now this?” Carla shook her head side to side hard enough to give herself whiplash. “You’ve gone over the edge. You can’t go on a honeymoon—you’re not getting married—and you certainly can’t go on a honeymoon by yourself,” she cried.
“Why not?” MJ asked, suddenly calmer than she’d been all day. “Lord knows it’s cost me more than anyone can imagine. Besides, a honeymoon is just a criminally expensive vacation, and I paid for the damn thing; ergo, I’m going. I’ve had enough disappointment to last me a lifetime. I’m not giving up anything else.” She signaled and turned into the hotel parking lot.
“You do realize you’ll be on a plane alone,” Carla said, undoing her seatbelt as MJ parked the vehicle.
“I’ve been on planes by myself and survived,” MJ mumbled. Why did Carla always have to hit on the sore spots?
“Don’t you realize how dangerous it is for a woman to travel alone, especially to some unknown island in the middle of nowhere?”
“It’s in the Caribbean, near Martinique, subject to all French laws and customs.” She popped the trunk.
“What if you break a law?” Carla asked. “You could end up on Devil’s Island.”
MJ laughed and got out of the vehicle.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, huffing out a breath. “That penal colony closed almost sixty years ago.”
Carla hurried out of the car.
“Fine, but with your complexion, you’ll fry or someone will mistake you for a zombie. They practice voodoo down there. You could wake up with a stake in your heart.”
“You’re full of good news, aren’t you? Stakes in the heart are for vampires, and if I had one, I doubt I would wake up. Be reasonable. Everything will be fine.”
“So you think, but they speak French there, and you don’t.” Carla glared at her and crossed her arms as if that was the end of it.
Reaching into the trunk, MJ pulled out her small bag and Carla’s larger one before slamming the lid closed.
“Since the resort caters to international tourists, I’ll bet someone there speaks English. If I have to, I’ll point at whatever I want or mime it. According to the brochure, printed in English, all your dreams come true on Paradise Island.”
“You mean your nightmares. I don’t know why anyone would want to go to a jungle island in the first place, let alone someone who’s afraid of water and has asthma.”
“It’s tropical rainforest, not jungle, and my asthma rarely bothers me when I’m near the ocean.” MJ picked up both bags and led the way into the reception area. “And it’s not that I’m afraid of the water exactly. I just don’t like it when I can’t touch the bottom and stand up.”
“Hah! I’ve seen the look on your face when you get splashed. It’s the same as the one on the face of the Wicked Witch of the West in The Wizard of Oz.”
“You’re exaggerating again. I’m not likely to melt if I get wet.”
“Fine, but don’t you listen to the news? They’ve got snakes, lizards, and all kinds of insects there. They’ve even got killer bees in Trinidad and Tobago.”
“Good thing I’m not going to Trinidad then,” MJ said, rolling her eyes, letting Carla’s wild imagination have its say. “Let’s get checked in and get something to eat. There’s a bowl of chocolate ice cream out there screaming my name. As you always say, chocolate fixes everything.”
Not that anything could this time.
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