Eleanor Martin is every company's dream employee. She arrives early, stays late and never misses a day. If it weren't for Eleanor's skill as a private secretary, her architect boss would never make a deadline. Not only does she keep him on track, she runs interference between him and his over-bearing mother, his deadbeat brother, and the half dozen or so women who want to bed him and/or wed him.
When Jess
Norton acquires a new client who asks him to build a palatial hideaway on Grand
Cayman Island, Jess is certain he'll never be able to complete the multi-million
dollar job without the help of his efficient secretary. Despite her
reservations, he convinces Eleanor to accompany him on the assignment of a
lifetime.
The sun and the sand cast the perfect spell for romance. But will the
tides turn in the opposite direction?
Excerpt:
Just when she thought he wouldn’t comment further
on the file, he added, “Then, book a second airline seat for yourself on the
flight to Grand Cayman.”
“But—”
Jess
quickly interrupted any excuse she might have given. “If anyone can help me
pull this all together on such short notice, Miss Martin, it’s you. Book the
flights, our hotel accommodations, and advise Mack MacKenzie of our arrival
date.”
“What
about the office?” she asked. “Who’s going to run things here?” As an excuse it
wasn’t much, but all she had at the moment.
“As I see it, if I’m not here, you don’t need
to be here. Paula can handle any emergencies and the receptionist can take your
messages.”
“When
do you want to leave?” she asked.
“Day
after tomorrow, preferably. Or, as soon as you can rearrange my schedule.”
“Day
after tomorrow is Saturday.”
“You’ve
never minded working weekends before,” he pointed out. “Plus, we can get a head
start on the next week and be home before you know it.”
Eleanor
left her boss’ office in a daze. He’d been right when he’d said she never
minded working weekends; she’d just not expected the weekend to be on Grand
Cayman Island. Mentally she began a list of everything she’d need to get done,
starting with flights, hotel and a rental car, followed by what she’d need to
pack. In the back of her mind, something told her this was not going to work
out well.
However,
short of breaking a leg, she didn’t see a way out of making the trip.
***
1955 - Nuttin for Christmas, by Barry Gordon (not very well known but, as a child, I loved it!)
1956 - Mary's Boy Child, by Harry Bellafonte (probably one of the most beautiful songs even done)
1957 - Blue Christmas, by Elvis Presley (a tear-jerker for sure)
1957 - Jingle Bell Rock, by Bobby Helms (and one of the first songs that could actually be classified as Rock and Roll)
About me:
Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing
at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid,
permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s
pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth
it.
When not writing (which is almost never),
Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling
and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys
the relaxed pace and colorful people.
Website: www.nancyfraser.ca
Twitter: @nfraserauthor
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004AOL61YPlease come back later in the day for my next post, another excerpt from April Love and a continuation of my list of favorite holiday songs from 1955-1964, as part of the Golden Decade of Rock and Roll.
Also, please leave a comment to any (or all) of my blogs for a chance to have your name used in the next installment of the series, a free copy of the book you're named in, as well as a digital copy of the first three books in the series, 1955's Love Is A Many Splendored Thing, 1956s Love Me Tender and 1957s Wake Up Little Susie. I'll draw one name tomorrow morning. Please leave your email address as well.
Happy Holidays!
Nancy
2 comments:
Fortunately, I DO have a great name--if chosen for the book. LOL!
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
Catherine, thanks for commenting.
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