Marissa Madison lives with a unique family: an inventive uncle whose experiments usually involve explosions, an artist aunt who collects classic automobiles, a mother caught in a 1950s time warp, and a playboy twin brother who impersonates their eccentric aunt.
Ian MacGregor should have been enjoying a roaring drunk to grieve his father, not selling every piece of personal property so his mother didn't have to live on the street. However, his purchaser for a 1972 Pinto station wagon has disappeared.
As Ian gets caught up in finding this eccentric collector, he falls in love with her niece--a woman whose padded breasts landed on his spit-shined shoes. Can he win the girl's heart, collect the money, and save his mother's home? Or will their romance only be another adventure in CHASING RAINBOWS?
Ian MacGregor should have been enjoying a roaring drunk to grieve his father, not selling every piece of personal property so his mother didn't have to live on the street. However, his purchaser for a 1972 Pinto station wagon has disappeared.
As Ian gets caught up in finding this eccentric collector, he falls in love with her niece--a woman whose padded breasts landed on his spit-shined shoes. Can he win the girl's heart, collect the money, and save his mother's home? Or will their romance only be another adventure in CHASING RAINBOWS?
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Hi, all! I'm going to switch gears for this post and give you an excerpt from a romantic comedy written by my alter-ego, Genene Valleau. I've written three romantic comedy novellas--the third one is scheduled for release in May 2013--and I have to confess, writing comedy is more difficult for me than the more dramatic stories in my Halo Legacy Series. I hope you enjoy this excerpt...
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Hovering at the far end of the bar, Rissa rubbed her arm where That Man's fingers had rested. Dressing as a waitress had seemed like the perfect solution to keep an eye on her brother. Put on a wig and some selected endowments, then circulate through the bar and smile. Unfortunately, because she looked like a waitress, she was expected to act like one also. Except that she didn't know a Black Russian from a Bloody Mary, and her feet hurt. She supposed that her backside would have been black and blue from pinches too if it hadn't been artificially padded.
However, Rissa quickly figured out a simple system. Wine in the tall glasses; hard liquor in the short, squatty ones. Match the color of the umbrellas or what was left of the drink. If she mixed up the orders, she just smiled and apologized profusely. Her system had worked fine.
Until That Man touched her arm.
Rissa couldn't even look into his mesmerizing green eyes without growing dizzy. A dimple appeared briefly in his left cheek as he flashed a smile.
Lowering her gaze was another mistake. His worn-soft bomber jacket and faded-on jeans conveyed a dangerously intimate message. A message her body picked up loud and clear.
Ceiling fans moved languidly, shifting the air but not cooling her heated flesh. Perspiration dampened her palms, her upper lip, the valley between her glued-on, enhanced breasts.
For the first time in her life, Rissa was confronted with the raw sexual power between a man and a woman. It startled and intrigued her; made her want to draw back even as it pulled her under its spell.
The physical impact of someone stumbling against her brought Rissa back to reality--and a commotion by the bar. Rex Foxworth stood alone beside a three-foot-tall cake, his face covered with a stunned expression and clumps of pink frosting.
Where's Ryan? Rissa thought. What happened?
She took a step and her padded breasts slid downward. "Oh, bother and damnation."
The glue must have been loosened by the perspiration generated from close proximity to the tempting stranger. Rissa placed a hand under her sagging bosom and nudged it upward.
The emerald-eyed stranger reappeared, regarding her curiously.
"Are you feeling alright?" the man asked.
Rissa nodded vigorously, which started her bosom sliding once more. She crossed her arms and hugged her waist.
"Are you sure you're not in pain?"
"No!" she whispered as her phony breasts continued their downward slide. If I can just get out of here without the entire bar noticing my escaping body parts.
Rissa edged along the bar. The door seemed miles away, but she could make it. She knew she could.
"Wait!" That Man touched her arm again.
The contact caught Rissa by surprise. As she spun around to face the stranger, her arms dropped their frantic hold across her midsection. She felt a shifting and realized her borrowed bosoms were now at her waist. Horrified, she watched the slow motion descent of her faux breasts as they fell at the stranger's feet.
"I'm sorry," Rissa whispered. She snatched the padding from atop the man's spit-shined shoes and double-timed it out of the Pink Flamingo.
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And Rissa is the "normal" one in her family. :) CHASING RAINBOWS begins on Valentine's Day and wraps up a year later on the same day when Ian and Rissa are enjoying their happily ever after--with a little interference, I mean help, from her family.
You can read excerpts from all my books on my Web site <www.GenieGabriel.com>.
-Genie Gabriel
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