Thank you, Kels, for having me back on Kelsey’s Book Corner.
I really appreciate the opportunity to give your readers a sneak peek at my new
romance novella, The Cruise – All That Glitters.
Remember the old adage, “getting there is half the fun?” Not
so for Dean, a mid-thirties bachelor on his way to Florida to take his
first cruise. Sitting aboard an airplane with a “talker” on one side and a
screaming child on the other, he’s beginning to re-think his choice of a dream
vacation. In this excerpt, his flight is about to encounter some turbulence in
the form of a youngster named Sheila.
Here’s an excerpt:
At the front of the plane, people were dragging
their bulky carry-ons down the narrow aisle, trying to find an empty overhead
compartment. One of them, a pleasant looking woman in her mid-thirties, didn’t
appear to have any baggage, but was definitely pulling something behind her. As
she moved closer, I saw she had a child in tow—a little girl who was grabbing
everything she could get her hands on, leaving a tornado trail of coats, bags,
and pillows in her wake.
There were plenty
of seats left, so I wasn’t concerned.
But they kept
coming.
Finally, with only
a single row remaining between us, I held my breath, praying for fate to intervene.
But in one motion, the woman turned, picked up her kid and sat down next to me,
dropping a squirming load of hyper-daughter into her lap.
“Hi,” she said.
“I’m Rhonda. And this is my daughter, Sheila. We’re going to meet my sister and
her husband in Miami, and then we’re all going on a cruise. Are you going on a
cruise too?”
I glanced down the
aisle, desperate for another seat, away from surely-divorced Rhonda and her
offspring. “Ah, no,” I said, lying. I glanced over at crater-head. “Me and my partner
here are registered male nurses. We’re on our way to Miami to buy used medical
equipment. Rectal probes.”
“I see.” She
smiled and looked at me thoughtfully.
As the plane
pushed back from the gate, the flight attendant dispensed the standard safety
rhetoric and I began paging through the in-flight magazine. Occasionally, I
glanced over at little Sheila, who appeared settled in for the ride and was
busy making faces at the passengers across the aisle. The plane began to taxi
onto the runway. The child started to squirm.
“No, Sheila, no!
Sit back!”
I looked up from
my magazine to see Sheila’s pudgy little arms and legs quickly building speed.
In seconds, she was up and over the armrest, her body now a whirling blur of
kicks and punches. Torn pages from my magazine flew into the air as her fists
and feet acquainted themselves with my most vulnerable body parts.
“Sheila!” her
mother yelled. “Stop that! Get back here now!”
“NO!” Sheila
screamed. Locking onto one of my ears, the devil child attached her other hand
to the left side of my face. Digging both feet into my gut, she began to climb.
In a frantic
attempt to regain control of her daughter, Rhonda yanked at her seatbelt and
shot to her feet. “Sheila! You leave that nice man alone.”
Grabbing her
daughter’s flailing legs, Ronda stretched her child into a perfect horizontal,
but the little bitch seemed to instinctively know that a second fistful of hair
would make a better handhold than my ear.
“Let go of him!
You need to listen to me, young lady.”
“Noooooo!” she
wailed.
Staring
face-to-face with the now rabid Sheila, I could see she was determined to ride
it out in her semi-flying position.
Hoping for better
leverage, Rhonda managed to wedge herself between my knees and the seat in
front. “I think I’ve got her. I’m really sorry. Sheila, you tell the nice man
you’re sorry.”
“Arrraahhhhaaaa!”
The snarl on Sheila’s face convinced me that indeed, she was not sorry, and she
confirmed it with another ear-splitting shriek as she successfully extracted
several dozen of my best hair follicles.
More screaming. I
realized some of it was coming from me.
It’s love on the high seas for Dean, a thirty-something bachelor taking his first cruise, hoping for a shipboard romance. On the prowl for the elusive hard-body, he quickly becomes disillusioned, wondering if his expectation of a boatload of beautiful sea nymphs is something found only in travel brochures.
Until he meets Angel.
She is the girl of his dreams, brought to life as a bewitching goddess, ready to engage in every sensual delight. Quickly lured into submission by Angel’s seductive charms, Dean is ready to surrender his heart and soul to this provocative beauty.
Until he meets Marcie . . .
Jaye Frances is the author of the new romance novella, The Cruise – All That Glitters, a humorous take on a shipboard romance, and the paranormal-occult romance book The Kure, the first novel in The Kure series. She is also a featured columnist for the NUSA SUN magazine. Born in the Midwest, Jaye readily admits that her life’s destination has been the result of an open mind and a curiosity about all things irreverent. When she’s not consumed by her writing, Jaye enjoys cooking, traveling to all places tropical and “beachy” and taking pictures—lots of pictures—many of which find their way to her website. Her other works include The Possibilities of Amy, a coming-of-age story about a high school romance, and an upcoming book titled Journeys From Above and Below the Belt, a collection of adult fiction novellas and short stories, scheduled for a Summer 2012 release. Jaye lives on the central gulf coast of Florida, sharing her home with one husband, six computers, four cameras, and several hundred pairs of shoes. For more information, visit Jaye’s website at www.jayefrances.com, or Jaye’s Blog at http://blog.jayefrances.com
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1 comments:
LOL! Oh.my.word! And I thought I'd had some rough flights with kids.
Thanks for sharing the excerpt and for the giveaway opportunity.
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