BLURB:
Fast-paced, funny and incurably romantic
Rachel Banks has never believed in magic or moonlight, but if
she’d thought that putting a piece of wedding cake under her pillow would
conjure up a nightmare in the form of blue-eyed charmer Mark Robison, she’d
have stuffed that cake into her mouth instead! Mark is only in Madeira Beach
for some much needed R&R and his new neighbour is not the kind of woman
made for vacation memories. But there’s something about the incurable romantic
that just keeps drawing him back.
Jennifer Crusie. Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Lynda Simmons? Oh,
yeah!
EXCERPT:
Amanda snapped on her gear and opened the front
door. “That was chance. But this.” She picked up a couple of bags. “This is
fate.”
Rachel stopped in the doorway. “Do you really
believe that? Do you think it’s possible for two people to be des¬tined for
each other? Like soul mates.” She shook her head. “Forget it. Let’s go.”
Amanda blocked the way. “Who did you meet?”
“No one, and I’m late.”
Amanda planted her skates sideways. “You cannot do
this. Not after I told you about the real estate broker.”
Rachel looked through the fringe of Amanda’s bangs
into her frank green eyes and wondered if she should take a chance. “Let me ask
you this. Have you ever heard of dreaming on a piece of wedding cake?”
“Sure, it’s an old custom. Like walking to church
because it’s lucky and passing on a green wedding gown because it’s not. But
most people serve the cake for dessert these days.”
Rachel tried a smile. “Not all.”
“Someone gave you cake to dream on?” Rachel nodded
and it was Amanda’s turn to laugh. “Don’t tell me you did it.”
When Rachel didn’t answer, Amanda’s mouth dropped
open and her voice rose. “You did, didn’t you?” She put the bags down. “Okay, I
need details. Did you have a dream?”
It was on the tip of Rachel’s tongue to say no, to
deny that anything out of the ordinary had occurred. But she found herself
nodding and watched Amanda’s eyes grow even rounder.
“Did you see him? The man you’re supposed to
marry?”
Rachel took comfort in the fact that her friend had
been sucked into the fantasy as easily as she had and nodded a third time.
Amanda stepped closer. “Alright, this next part is
really important. Where exactly did they get this cake?”
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Lynda
Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late sleeper on
weekends. She grew up in Toronto reading Greek mythology, bringing home stray
cats and making up stories about bodies in the basement. From an early age, her
family knew she would either end up as a writer or the old lady with a hundred
cats. As luck would have it, she married a man with allergies so writing it
was.
With
two daughters to raise, Lynda and her husband moved into a lovely two storey
mortgage in Burlington, a small city on the water just outside Toronto. While
the girls are grown and gone, Lynda and her husband are still there. And yes,
there is a cat – a beautiful, if spoiled, Birman.
When
she’s not writing or teaching, Lynda gives serious thought to using the
treadmill in her basement. Fortunately, she’s found that if she waits long
enough, something urgent will pop up and save her - like a phone call or an
e-mail or a whistling kettle. Or even that cat just looking for a little more
attention!
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Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lynda-Simmons/e/B001KI3Z4O
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