The charming and generous Victoria Blisse has arranged another blog tour that celebrates Christmas because–who can get enough holiday merriment and joy! Certainly not me, and because the blog hop is holiday themed, of course there’s a gift–a $50 voucher to All Romance Ebooks, where you can pick up a few of the titles you enjoy. You’re automatically entered when you leave a comment at any of the hop’s sites.
I’ve picked a scene from one of my best selling novels to share with you. Walk Like A Man was originally published by Five Star in an expensive but lovely $25 hardcover edition. Now it’s available from Etopia Press at a price that’s much more wallet-friendly–the ebook retails at all the usual places for $5.99.
Here’s the blurb:
Macho quarterback Jim Wellman meets his match in bright and sassy physical therapist Marti Solis, who goads him out of his wheelchair, pushing him to walk again. Unlike every other woman Jim has wanted, she refuses to jump into the sack with the celebrity athlete. Though attracted to his bedroom smile and rugged good looks, she’s intimidated by his fame and turned off by his arrogance.
Can Jim become the lover Marti needs? Can he learn to walk like a man?
Set in California’s beautiful Napa Valley, this multicultural romance delivers humor and pathos, sparkling dialogue, layered characters, a heroine to root for and a hero who’s pure fantasy.
And here’s a little snippet from deep in the book to sharpen your appetite. The set-up is that Jim and Marti hooked up and of course it was amazing But Jim, involved with his legal case against his team, blurted out to her that his attorney didn’t want them to see each other while his case was active. Marti took this as rejection–who wouldn’t?–and ran.
Neither Jim’s nor Marti’s Christmas was especially merry. Here’s a bit about what Jim was doing and feeling over the holiday:
“A white Christmas!” Shawna exclaimed with satisfaction. From inside the warmth of the living room, Jim, his best friend, and his sister surveyed the snow-covered lawn, which sloped down to the icy pond. “Just what I wanted!”
Jim raised his brows. “We’ll see if you’re still happy with the snow tomorrow when we have to dig out the
Shawna giggled as Carl led her to a sofa near the fire, which crackled merrily in the big stone hearth. Jim watched as his sister and his friend laughed and flirted by the Christmas tree, which towered near the fireplace in his stone, wood, and glass home deep in the forest. A flash of envy jabbed through his heart, as sharp as the scalpels that had ruined his leg and torn apart his career. Why not me? What’s wrong with me?
He turned away from the joyous scene in his living room and stared out the window at the falling snow.
A presence at his side made him start. “What’s wrong, son?”
He slipped his arm around his mother’s still-slim waist. Karen Wellman hadn’t had many opportunities to gain weight while running after three active children and working two jobs. Later, when her sons had become successful, she’d started to enjoy the benefits of their wealth. A personal trainer was only one of the goodies Jim and Jack had been able to provide their mom.
Karen brushed Jim’s hair off his forehead with a gentle hand. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, dear.”
He smiled. “Sorry. I was thinking.”
“Don’t work too hard. It’s Christmas. It’s a time to be happy, not to brood. And you’ve been very broody lately.”
“I know.” He gazed at the fluffy white puffs floating down outside the window without really seeing them. “I miss a friend, that’s all.”
“That girl Shawna told me about—what was her name—Marti?”
“Yeah. I really blew it bad, Mom.”
“So go get her back. You’ve never had trouble getting a woman before.”
“This one’s different.”
“Good. You need different.”
The harsh note in his mother’s voice surprised Jim. “I thought you liked Glenda.”
“I liked Glenda, and Rachel, and Wanda, and Trudi, and Margo, and all the rest of them in the same way I like reading Style magazine. Amusing but hardly essential.”
“I miss Marti. You’d like her. She’s more like Newsweek. She’s got substance.”
His mother smiled. “So what are you doing to get this substantial woman back into your life?”
He waved his hands helplessly. “I’ve done everything I could think of! Phoned, sent letters and flowers—I’ve even gone out to Napa to try to see her a couple of times. I can’t catch up with her at work—she’d blow a fuse—but I’ve stopped by her house a couple of times. Somehow, she’s never there. Once I stayed in Napa all night. I guess she was out of town or something.
“I don’t know what else to do, Mom.” His voice cracked, embarrassing the heck out of him, but he’d never bothered to keep his feelings to himself, and didn’t try now.
“Does she love you?”
“Well, she said so, and she’s a very truthful person. I think she’s avoiding me because I hurt her so much. I can’t really blame her, ‘cause I’ve been such a jerk.”
“I knew she was . . . well . . . not shy, but cautious, like those deer out there.” He gestured to a pair of does who picked their way through the snow toward one of the piles of fodder he and Shawna had put out for them. After every few steps they lifted their graceful heads, scanning the terrain for any dangers that might lurk in the surrounding forest. In contrast to their wariness, blue jays brawled loudly at a nearby bird feeder.
“Spooked her, huh?”
“Yeah, really bad. Norm Whitehead told me to stop seeing Marti until the case is over, and, like a fool, I told her.”
Karen winced. “Well, you know what they say. Nothing good comes easy. And you’ve had it pretty easy till this year.”
“I know. I’ve been lucky. But right now, I feel as though my luck’s run out.”
“You’ll think of something. You’re very resourceful, son. It’s one of your best qualities.”
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