I'm so excited to be part of the blog tour for a wonderful soon-to-be-released book by a fabulous new author! If you're looking for a fun romance with lovable characters, this book is for you. And if that doesn't convince you, simply read some of the excerpts below. So fun!
With her love of sweaters, goofy hair, and awkward manners---not to mention her family curse---Treasure Blume knows love is not in her future. That is, until she matches wits with Dennis Cameron, a divorced chef with a six-year-old daughter. Full of mischief, mayhem, and laugh-out-loud humor, this is an unlikely love story you'll want to read over and over again!"
"Treasure held her breath until the bowl began to fill. She did not want to explain a dead salamander in a toilet to Bonnie. 'Excuse me, ' said Mr. Tillotson, the librarian, suddenly appearing with a newspaper. 'I thought this was a bathroom.' 'It is. We'll just get out of your hair,' said Treasure. Mr. Tillotson ran a hand over his bald head. 'Not that I meant anything about your hair,' Treasure blurted. 'See, we were just having a funeral and . . .' Mr. Tillotson held up a hand. 'I just need to use the bathroom,' he said.
"The snotty fifth-grader eyed the wiener tot that Dennis Cameron held in his gloved hand. 'Do those have meat in them?' she asked. 'I don't eat the dead bodies of dead barnyard animals.' Dennis considered a tot. Nuggets of hot dog deep fat fried in a corn meal crust. They horrified him. 'Trust me, I doubt any of these animals ever saw a barnyard,' he said, slamming them down on her tray."
"'The superintendent!' said Grammy with a start. 'That nasty secretary's brother? I didn't know he was real! I just thought he was a myth, like narwhals.' 'Narwhals are real,' said Treasure tiredly. Grammy decided not to argue about the obvious fictional nature of a horned fish. The poor girl probably thought unicorns were real, too."
"'No!' LuNae yelled. She reached out to grab Ruby's arm, but her depth perception was off and she grabbed air instead. Grammy took advantage of the situation and put LuNae in a headlock. 'I'll kill you!' LuNae said. 'I'll haunt you,' said Grammy, unperturbed."
"Randy grinned. 'Look, Treasure, now everyone will know you're an angel. You've got the halo to prove it.' Treasure snorted. 'Yep. Angel to cats, kids, and codgers. That's me.'"
"Grammy waxed philosophical. 'Good underwear, it's like fine architecture. Now some undies are just cheap and sleazy, like the hotels down on the strip: all facade and no support. But these: solid and elegant and firm, like gothic arches. This underwear will bear you up on the toughest of days.' Treasure was oddly comforted by the thought of being buoyed up by your underwear. 'Gothic arches, huh. Should I insert the flying buttress joke here?'"
"Grammy whipped her head around and met Dennis's gaze. 'Sometimes, boy, I fear you are so dumb you might try to milk a duck.'"
"Dennis let go of her hand and copied her posture. 'So people hate you, huh?' he asked the ceiling tiles. Treasure nodded. 'With a hatred usually reserved for members of washed-up boy bands."
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