Please welcome Laura Haley-McNeil as our guest blogger today.
When
I discovered online shopping, I was in heaven! I spend too much time indoors,
so any chance I have to be outdoors, I’ll take it!
In
my book Wherever Love Finds You, my character Ellora Duvall is a shopping fiend,
and why shouldn’t she be? She lives in the best place to shop in the world—New
York City. Who doesn’t like to go into a trendy boutique and walk out loaded
with colorful bags and boxes and tissue paper? All that color and shiny paper
is such a beautiful site! But after a brutal shopping trip, there’s that wisp
of smoke that escapes the checking account that’s a reminder that having cash
in the account makes shopping more fun.
Ellora
likes to shop but her timing could be a little better. After she loses her job,
she’s walking through the city with no place to go and nothing to do. Time for
some therapy, and what better place to indulge than in a boutique where all the
latest styles are modeled by headless mannequins? It’s so easy to say you’re
just going to try on that dress and those pair of shoes, but what happens when
they look good together and they look good on you? You whip out the credit
card. Feeling renewed, Ellora grabs her shopping bags and joins the flock of
pedestrians streaming down the sidewalk when she receives the phone call that
she has to return to Colorado immediately. It’s an emergency! Sadly, Ellora
looks at those freshly bought packages and wonders how she’ll afford the plane
ticket after all this expensive therapy. Solving one crisis has led to an even
bigger one. It takes some juggling, but Ellora is determined to make it work.
After all, she’s not dating Zach Lowe anymore. She has all the time in the
world.
Her
expensive shopping trip leads from one crazy event to another and each of those
events leads her back to Zach, the man who destroyed her life. The man she
never wants to see again.
Ellora
better put on her thinking cap. It may be the only way she’ll escape Zach is to
start answering those help wanted ads in Montenegro! Happy travels!
Blurb:
It’s his
game. He makes the rules. Rule number one—only he can break the rules.
Zach
Lowe lives his life without relationships in business and personally. Getting
involved doesn’t work well when you’re the Black Knight of Wall Street.
Ellora
Duvall, the sweet kid who crushed on him in high school, waltzes into the world
of corporate finance with the same wide eyed innocence she had in chemistry
class. He hadn’t expected her to affect him the way she did, but he’s in control.
A few weeks with Ellora will be pure pleasure, then he’ll move on. She’ll
understand. He should, too.
Who
broke his rules?
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Ellora
Duvall picked up her morning latte with an extra shot of espresso and merged
into the throng of Wall Street suits packing the sidewalk. She dodged a gang of
skateboarders and inhaled the exhaust-filled air as if it were the fresh
Colorado mountain breeze she’d breathed since childhood.
It
was Monday morning, she lived in New York, and she worked at the most
prestigious equity firm on Wall Street. Life couldn’t be better, though her
family insisted she should think about marriage.
Ridiculous.
She was only twenty-two years old. She was starting her career. She was making
more money than she’d ever thought possible. Marriage wasn’t an option, though
once she would’ve considered it.
Her
heart drummed, and her mouth went dry. She pushed thoughts of
what-might-have-been out of her mind.
From
the newspaper stand in front of her office building, she scooped up an
investment newspaper and plopped several bills on the countertop. She scanned
the headlines and pushed through the revolving doors into the marble lobby that
echoed with the taps of script-embossed shoes crossing the tiled floor. It was
the same headline she’d been reading since she’d graduated college over a year
ago—STOCK MARKET CRASH IMMINENT.
She
tucked the newspaper under her arm and raced to the elevators. The markets hit
record highs every other day. A crash wasn’t possible.
The
elevator doors slid open and she joined the mass of humanity cramming into the
postage stamp sized space. She sucked in one last deep breath, tightened her
stomach and faced the elevator doors.
The
suits towered around her. Some spoke about their weekend, others sipped their
coffees. All seemed charged and ready for the opening bell of the stock market.
“Ellora
Duvall.” The voice behind her was deep and rich and made her spine go rigid.
Zach
Lowe. Alarm blew through her. She hadn’t heard that voice since high school,
but she’d memorized it along with his square jaw, his crooked smile and the
mischievous glint in his eyes.
She
jerked her head up. Raging hot latte squirted through the cap’s spout and
splashed over her hand. She gritted her teeth. Yell in this cab filled with
suits? Not on her life. She hadn’t looked to see who else was in the cab. She
hadn’t realized she stood right in front of Zach. It’d be her luck that her
company’s president would be in the elevator. And what would Zach think?
A
handkerchief with a monogrammed Z wrapped around her hand and mopped away the
coffee.
The
elevator glided to a stop and the doors slid open.
“This
is my floor.” Ellora stepped from the cab. When the doors closed, she’d race to
the bathroom and stick her hand under cold running water.
And
scream—from humiliation and pain.
The
doors closed.
“You
need ice on that.” Zach was standing behind her.
She
whirled around. He stood in front of the mirrored doors that reflected his
muscular form cloaked in a gray suit.
“You
got off the elevator,” she stammered.
“Of
course, I got off. You burned your hand. I feel responsible. Let’s take care of
that. Now.”
“Zach,
you don’t have to help me. I’ll just run some water—”
He
said nothing. He stepped past her and strode through a sea of cubicles toward
the break room at the end of the hall. Several heads rose above the cubicle
panels and stared after him.
That
happened to Zach in high school. When he passed by, every head turned.
The
company president moved down the hallway studying a prospectus. He stopped and
stared over his glasses at Zach.
“Zach
Lowe.” He glanced at his watch. “I didn’t expect to see you today. Our golf
game isn’t until Wednesday unless you’re having second thoughts.”
“On
the contrary, George.” Zach shook the president’s hand and strode down the
aisle. “I look forward to it.” He stepped into the break room.
“Hello,
Mr. Miller,” Ellora murmured to the president. Her shoulders hunched, she
scooted past him.
“Hello.
Erica, isn’t it?”
“Ellora.
Ellora Duvall. It’s nice to see you again, sir.” She turned to him. The smile
she pasted over her mouth felt as if wires had been threaded through her
cheeks. When he turned away, she raced to the break room.
“Come
here.” Zach dropped a handful of ice into a plastic bag. Where did he find the
bag? He lifted her coffee cup from her hand.
She
set her briefcase and purse on a round table. “How did you know where the break
room was, and how do you know Mr. Miller?”
“If
you’ve been in one equities firm, you’ve been in them all. The break room’s
always in the same place. As for George, he and I go way back.”
“How
far back could that be? You were only one year ahead of me in high school.”
“And
two years older since you skipped a grade.” His eyes grazed hers.
Ellora
flushed. That and the fact that she had a December birthday made her the
youngest in her class. She’d always felt awkward and she’d never really fit in.
“I
didn’t even realize you worked in this building,” she said.
“Now
you do. I’m going to wrap this bag around your hand.” He uttered the statement
as if it were a warning. He gave her a full look.
Heated
blood raced through her veins. “Zach, I don’t need—”
He
took her hand and draped the ice bag over it. “Does that hurt?”
He
had no idea. “A little.”
“Let’s
take care of this.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “When did you start working for
JRK?”
“Almost
the day I graduated.” She couldn’t look away from the deep brilliant blue eyes
that scooped air from her lungs. “I had planned to backpack through Europe with
some friends, but when JRK offered me the job, I didn’t want to miss this
opportunity. I mean, a chance to work on Wall Street and for one of the most
prestigious firms. I accepted their offer and canceled my trip.”
“That
was smart.” He said it in a way that spread warmth through her chest.
“What
about you? I’d heard you were in New York.”
“Where’d
you here that?”
Her
throat dried. She couldn’t tell him he was the number one gossip topic whenever
she got together with her high school friends.
“Somewhere.”
She dragged out the word. “Which firm are you with?”
“Bell
Equity.”
“The
Black Knight of Wall Street?” She almost hiccupped. “Zach, they have a terrible
reputation. They buy companies and fire employees. Maybe I should be afraid of
you.”
“You
can’t believe everything you read.” His smile seemed dry. “How does your hand
feel?”
“Huh?”
She’d almost forgotten why he was standing in front of her, looking into her
eyes and holding her hand. “Oh, it feels better, so much better.” She pulled
her hand free from his touch and took one step backwards. The void dropping
between them felt as if they were floating in different galaxies. “It’ll be
fine. Not damaged or anything.” Why had she said that? She wanted to slam her
palm into her forehead. It sounded stupid—stuck-in-high-school stupid.
He
studied her a moment. Something flickered in his eyes. “If you think you’ll
need anything...”
“I
won’t need anything but thank you for helping me.” She was talking too fast.
The
corner of his mouth curved. “It was the least I could do. You should still keep
ice on your hand.”
“I’ll
do that.” She hadn’t even heard what he said.
“Congratulations
on the Wall Street job. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
Her
jaw froze. She couldn’t say anything.
For
a moment she thought he’d touch his hand to her cheek. She could almost feel
his heat.
He
didn’t touch her. He didn’t do anything except nod and walk out of the break
room.
And
out of her life.
Ellora
stared at the empty doorway. The break room felt cold and dark.
The
heat in her chest had to be from the high school crush she had on Zach Lowe.
If
that were true, why did it burn? She wanted to rush after him, ask him out on a
date.
Date?
Hadn’t she told her family she didn’t want to date? Didn’t have time to date?
But
if she dated Zach...
He
wouldn’t date her. His mother, Kim, had told her he’d never date her. Ellora
had been high school geeky. Her family wasn’t in his class. Zach had been one
of the cool kids. She’d heard about the girls he’d dated. She’d heard about how
much fun he was at parties. She’d heard how all the girls wanted to be with
him.
She
and Zach had been in the same chemistry class and she was always helping him.
Today, he’d helped her, and seemed happy to do so.
That
meant nothing.
Kim’s
cold words rang in Ellora’s ears. Her insides shivered. It was six years ago
when Kim had cornered Ellora at her parents’ party. No one else was around. No
one heard Kim’s warning. But Ellora never forgot the look on Kim’s face and the
sharpness in her voice.
“Don’t
get any ideas about Zach, hon. You’ll never be good enough for my son.”
6 comments:
Ellora sounds like quite a character! Best of luck with sales!
Welcome, Laura! Neat concept for your book; excellent excerpt. Love to see nasty parents get their comeuppance. Your readers will think so too. Happy sales to you!
Welcome to the Roses and thanks for a lovely post with an enticing excerpt. Having a new release is always fun. I'm wishing you great sales. The work is just beginning...all the promo. Writing is the easy part, so is editing. But promoting that literary baby? Ugh.
Yes, welcome to the Roses of Prose. Enjoyed the excerpt. Wishing you much success.
So sorry to be late, Laura. Great excerpt! I grew up in the NYC metro area but haven't been to the city since moving to Virginia more than a decade ago. Your fantastic description gave me a giant dose of nostalgia! Sounds like a terrific story. Wishing you much success!
I love shopping online. So easy and I can do it when I want to. Best wishes on your book. It sounds great.
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