Hello and thank you so much for joining me at this most romantic time of year.
I am so pleased to join in this Bloghop to celebrate Saint Valentine's Day and delighted that you've come to have a peek at what I find the best kind of story.
To be quite honest, when I was asked to confess my favourite trope, my confession really has to be - ummm - I don't have one. Well, yes of course I love romance, I think that goes without saying, but a sub-genre plot type I find very hard to select. If you've been to my site before, you'll know I read lots of tropes.
So, I thought stick with what I automatically drift towards when I write. I can't help it. I start to write and suddenly I find a character doing things they shouldn't, words coming out of their mouths that I certainly never thought to put there and the way they automatically turn to is - humour. Yup. I can be straight in the middle of some damned serious fighting and you guessed it. Humour.
But in the romance wrapper, with the humour tissue paper, is the actual gift. The trope. Only when I thought really hard about this did I realise one of my favourites, and the trope I am currently writing is - she's loved him forever and he's never noticed her, something happens and suddenly his eyes are opened.
So for my giveaway today, I'm going to offer Flight of Her Life. Humour from start to finish and one of my favourite tropes... she's loved him forever.
Have a little read, see what you think, then enter the competition by leaving a comment.
Traveling from New York City to Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the airport with a cowboy from her past.
Against all odds, Sebastian manages to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui with a cowboy?
One entire week! How in hell’s name was she supposed to keep up the pretense for one whole week? Honestly, when Phillip’s parents saw beneath her cultured voice and her ability to dress slick, the premier family of Houston, Texas were going to run her out of town. They were going to realize what a fraud she was when she made her first move and destroyed their house with a flick of her wrist. Then their precious boy would never be allowed to marry her.
Bailey crossed her legs to relieve the ache in one buttock and give the other side of her bottom a little more weight. Sitting on the floor of the elevator for three hours the previous night had not been the most comfortable experience of her life and her backside hurt. She was going to cross her legs on this occasion, but she needed to get out of the habit as soon as she could. After all, she didn’t want people to think she was cheap.
She wondered if she would be considered vulgar for spending three hundred dollars on a rare bottle of bourbon and an expensive fragrance in order to impress people she hadn’t even met.
Impatient, she flicked her gaze up to check the flight board for the millionth time. She pressed her lips softly together to make sure her lipstick was still in place and glanced around the crowded New York City airport lounge, nervously patting her neat blonde coiffure which had taken her forty minutes to strap down.
As her eyes anxiously scanned the room, they fell on the familiar sight of a cowboy by the checkout in duty free. Second time she’d noticed him in an hour and she’d tried not to make eye-contact in case he decided to come over and re-acquaint himself.
Unable to resist, Bailey raised one perfectly sleek eyebrow, and leaned forward, pushed her black rimmed glasses further up her nose to take a closer peek. Nice. Purely from a female’s perspective, she could see nothing wrong with the male specimen in duty free. Long lean legs in pale, worn denim, and those thighs under that denim contracted as he bent to pick up his rucksack, sending an unwelcome fission of heat burning a rapid line through her stomach and into her loins, just like he had always managed to do. If she had to judge, she’d bet those muscles filled his jeans better than they used to when she’d been sixteen and he’d been…
Aware of her heart rate accelerating, Bailey jerked upright with a short sharp gasp, her eyes widening as the overwhelming sensation of carnal desire took her by surprise. She was an engaged woman—almost—she shouldn’t even be looking at tall, well-defined cowboys, especially ones she had already been…intimate with. Not that it should count as it had been so long ago, but he obviously still managed to make her mouth water.
Rucksack flung across his shoulder, his eyes caught hers and pierced through her like a blue laser as he walked straight toward her, leaving no doubt he’d been perfectly aware of where she was the whole time. Desperate not to be caught staring, Bailey dipped her eyes, uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other way. She accidently flicked her half-filled coffee cup as she flexed her knee, and felt the searing hot liquid splash down her legs and soak through her short neat black skirt.
Have a lovely Valentine's Day and if you don't get the gift you want, treat yourself to a little humour.
Where to Buy Flight of Her Life
Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/IcMuoh
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/18iC1n7
All Romance http://bit.ly/193gk5c
Now, hop along and see what other tropes are favourite.
Now, hop along and see what other tropes are favourite.
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