|Sometimes family and life get in the way of writing and sharing with you. My husband’s brother had a stroke, and we are leaving for Mississippi in the morning, so my Holiday with a Royal, Cordillera Royals, Book Four, launch party is postponed until next Saturday, October 23 from 5-8 (CDT)|
Holiday with a Royal will still be released on October 16th, and Pretend Princess, Cordillera Royals, Book One, will still be free until tomorrow (October 16th).
You’re invited to join me on Saturday October 23rd from 5-8 CDT at my re-scheduled book launch party. Comment for a chance to win a prize. I’ll include some interesting information about the Cordillera Royals and a recipe for Gougeres, French cheese puffs, which are served at a restaurant in Cordillera Ciudad, mentioned in Forgotten Princess. I made some, and they were delicious.
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter One.
Librarian Kelly Chandler, who wants to be a travel writer, is now stranded at the Tenerife Airport with her friend, Stephanie.
He carried a briefcase, but his gold shirt and khaki shorts showed off a broad chest and powerful legs. “You look troubled, miss? I hate to see such a lovely lady in distress. Is there something I can help you with?” Mr. Handsome’s deep voice rolled over me like a wave splashing on the sand. Wow, he’d called me lovely, but why did he seem so concerned? He didn’t know me, and I was nobody special.
Mr. Handsome motioned to his bodyguard to step back, then stood tall and imposing in front of me. A touch of manly after shave wafted my way, and a smile lit up his face. “What a cute accent. Where are you from?”
I smiled. “Bedford, Texas.”
“I’m Mario Santiago, and Ernesto is my bodyguard.” He held out his hand for me to shake. “It’s so nice to meet you, Ms. Chandler. I’m here to change my flight, but let me see what I can do for you.”
I enjoyed the warmth of his hand and his captivating smile. He dropped my hand but continued to smile.
I glanced at my friend, now checking her phone. “This is my friend, Stephanie.” Unlike me with my hair in a ponytail and a slash of lipstick, her dark hair curled becomingly around her face, and her make-up was perfect.
She looked up, and her eyes opened wide. “Hi. I never expected to see you here.”
“I’m pleased to meet you again, Signorina Stephanie.”
Where had my friend gotten to know this dreamboat?