Cover Reveal And Excerpt

Writing temporarily took a backseat recently due to family stuff, but I am pleased to say that I’m starting edits for the third Adventures in Blind Dating book this month, The Fix-Up Mix-Up, and it seemed like a good time to share the cover art and an excerpt with you, right?  Right.

So here goes…

Meet Jenna Owens and Ryan Caldwell:

When the two biggest self-proclaimed matchmakers in town throw down and call each other out, Jenna Owens feels obliged to step in and broker the peace any way she can. After all, one is her mother and the other is her best friend, and quite frankly all of this arguing is giving her a headache. So when they propose a three-week long “match-off” to see who can find the perfect match for the most widely-acknowledged practitioner of social ineptness in the neighborhood, Jenna is just happy that they’ve found a solution—until she realizes that they’re talking about her.

Oops.

Ryan Caldwell isn’t exactly thrilled that the two matchmakers have decided to use his bar and grill as the setting for their little social experiment and appoint him the official neutral third-party, but he has to admit that it’s certainly entertaining—especially when he gets a load of the unlikely candidates that come marching through his doors to woo the reluctant Jenna. If this is matchmaking, he wants no part of it, confirmed bachelor that he is.

Except that somehow intervening in one bad date escalates to the outright rescue of Jenna from another, and from there—well…

So much for staying neutral.

Excerpt

It was a busy night, which was good for business of course, but in some ways it was a welcome reprieve from the activity inside of the dining room and the bustling in the kitchen to step outside with a couple of hefty-sized garbage bags to toss into the dumpster. Ryan did so, pausing afterwards to breathe in the night air and appreciate the quiet for just a moment.

Well, almost quiet. A soft sound came from right around the corner of the building, something that sounded to his ears like a grunt of exertion. An oddly feminine one actually.

Curious, he poked his head around the corner to investigate only to see the top half of Jenna Owens sticking out of the window of the women’s restroom with what looked like a sparkly little purse between her teeth.

He stared at her, incredulous. “What on earth are you doing?”

The sound of his voice made her gasp and jerk in surprise, but she neither withdrew back into the restroom nor climbed the rest of the way out of it. She did, however, drop her purse from her mouth in her surprise, and it landed on the ground in the dirt below her. “Oh—” Recovering from her startle, she gave him a weak smile that had a distinctly sheepish edge to it. “Hey. Um. Fancy meeting you here.”

Frowning, he went closer and picked up her purse to brush it off for her. “Are you climbing out of that window?”

“Uh huh.”

“And are you stuck?”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re kidding me.”

She shook her head.

It didn’t take a huge leap of the imagination to guess what might have driven her to do such a thing. “Date night, huh?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“And he’s still in there? Waiting for you to come back?”

He was really only wondering how awful this latest guy must be to have driven her to bolt this way when the others she’d met recently—disagreeable as they were—hadn’t quite pushed her so far, but maybe she thought she heard a note of disapproval in his voice, because she was quick to speak again, defensive. “I was going to text him once I was outside. I was.”

“What did this one do?”

“For starters, he wanted to frisk me.”

Ryan blinked. “Say what?”

“And check my purse for surveillance equipment. But to tell you the truth, I’m not a hundred percent sure if he’s worried more about it being planted by the government or by…” And she pointed one index finger upward toward the sky.

“He thinks he’s being bugged by God?”

“What? No.” She frowned at him as if he was crazy to suggest such a thing. “By aliens, of course.”

Ah, yes. Because that was so much less crazy an idea.

“So excuse me for running off to hide in the ladies’ room, but I guess I just thought it might be nice to get out of here before this guy tried to… ‘beam me up’ or something, I don’t know. If I were Zoe I’m sure I’d have no problem being blunt with the guy and telling him that the date is off and to please go far, far away from me now and forever, but I’m not Zoe, which is why I’m here. Stuck in this window.” She squirmed but seemed just as stuck as before. Sighing, she slumped, which was probably no easy thing to do when halfway out a window the way she was. Certainly not comfortably.

It abruptly struck him as vaguely adorable, and he felt his mouth start to turn up at the corners. She glanced at him again, though, so he headed the smile off at the pass before she could see it for fear she’d be embarrassed; self-consciousness seemed to him to be one of her hallmarks. No, she wasn’t much like her friend Zoe at all, but she seemed to say that like it was a bad thing. Jenna without her own brand of awkward charm? Now that would be a bad thing. To his mind at least.

Plugging Away On Ye Old WIP…

WIP.  That’s “work in progress” for you folks who aren’t familiar with the term.  For writers, I think that term conjures up feelings of both pleasure and dread.  Pleasure because when you’re in the writer zone and are excited about your project and writing in general and the world is a happy place, you jump to work on your WIP every chance you get and hurry back to it whenever something silly like, I don’t know, eating or sleeping or the need for basic hygiene practices pulls you away from it.

But it also can inspire dread because when you aren’t in the zone, your WIP seems to loom over you as you stare at the (sometimes) blank screen in front of you, begging your muse to quit toying with you and start musing already or whatever it is muses are supposed to do.  That’s when things like deadlines and release dates haunt your dreams, and staggering insecurities eat away at you as your level of productivity goes down the toilet.  And when kindly and supportive people ask you, “How’s the writing going?” you do your best to give a cheerfully confident thumbs-up and hope they can’t tell that you’re so tense that every single muscle in your body is contracted around the clock along with a few things in your body that aren’t even supposed to be capable of contracting.  Like your spleen, or maybe your hair.

Ah, thank goodness for chocolate…

But contracting muscles or no, I’m currently 10,000 words into my next WIP and still plugging away.  It’s a little harder to stay focused now that the weather is turning nicer and things in the yard seem to be calling out for attention.  Fortunately, I have an ace up my sleeve in the form of a serious aversion to yard work and manual labor in general, so… ha! Nice try, dandelions, but you won’t get me outside that easily!  At least until the neighbors come calling with pitchforks and torches to demand that we do something about the weeds in our front yard, at which point I will pluck up a bit of dandelion fluff on a stem and say, “These aren’t weeds, they’re wishes.”  And blow.  I foresee that plan working out great

I’ll leave you with the book blurb for my WIP, The Fix-Up Mix-Up:

When the two biggest self-proclaimed matchmakers in town throw down and call each other out, Jenna Owens feels obliged to step in and broker the peace any way she can. After all, one is her mother and the other is her best friend, and quite frankly all of this arguing is giving her a headache. So when they propose a three-week long “match-off” to see who can find the perfect match for the most widely-acknowledged practitioner of social ineptness in the neighborhood, Jenna is just happy that they’ve found a solution—until she realizes that they’re talking about her.

Oops.

Ryan Caldwell isn’t exactly thrilled that the two matchmakers have decided to use his bar and grill as the setting for their little social experiment and appoint him the official neutral third-party, but he has to admit that it’s certainly entertaining—especially when he gets a load of the unlikely candidates that come marching through his doors to woo the reluctant Jenna. If this is matchmaking, he wants no part of it, confirmed bachelor that he is.

Except that somehow intervening in one bad date escalates to the outright rescue of Jenna from another, and from there—well…

So much for staying neutral.