ebook of the month...the idea
GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS :: ebook
Firstpublished in April 2007Boardroom Hotshots collection eBook outnow!
The idea:
I love a good magazine quiz. Half of me thinks it would be fun to see where I fit, the other half desperately wants to fake the thing to get the best result! (I don't play fair in Monopoly either ;)).
Anyhoo, the idea of the magazine quiz is where this idea began. In fact each chapter begins with a run down of the TOP TEN WAYS to get your man, all of which at some point my heroine - a journalist - has written.
But then I made sure that while my heroine Abbey wrote such lists, she wouldn't deign to follow one if her life depended on it. I gave her a famously rampant feminist for a grandmother, one whose influence couldn't easily be shed. I then threw her in the path of Flynn Granger, a playboy of the highest order. And made sure the only way for eaither of the to get what they wanted most was with one another's help.
Then all I had to do was sit back and watch the spark ;).
The excerpt:
Abbey put a finger over her lips and gingerly pickedup the phone and pressed it to her ear.'Alpha Magazine,' she said, putting on hermost sultry voice to the poor wrong number on the other end, while Beckygiggled in the background. 'To whom mayI connect you to?'After a pause, in which Abbey was sure the caller hadrealised his mistake and hung up, a deep familiar voice drawled, 'This is FlynnGranger for Abbey Parrish.'Abbey slammed her hand over the mouthpiece. It's Flynn,she mouthed and Becky slapped her own hand over her mouth, before removing itand flapping it at Abbey and mouthing back, Talkto him!Abbey banged the phone on the desk a couple of times.'What are you doing?' Becky whispered, her eyes roundas dishes.'Making it sound like I'm connecting him,' Abbey said,her voice sounding as panicked as she felt. Why had she allowed Becky to ply her with Bacardi? Or make her wear such a tight skirt insteadof her favoured loose fisherman pants? Or choose her as a best friend in ninth grade and make her play hookyfrom high school to drool over Brad Pitt at the movies? Or –A faraway voice called out, 'Hello?' and Abbeyrealised it was coming from the other end of the phone. She cleared her throat, pressed the phone back to herear, and said with as much finesse as she could muster, 'Abbey Parrish speaking.''Abbey, it's Flynn Granger.''Flynn,' she said with great verve as though they werelong lost friends. Becky snorted withlaughter and Abbey had to look away.'Whoever you've hired as your receptionist, she's akeeper,' he said. 'Rousing telephonemanner.''If Alphagets up and running she'll be here through it all. You can count on it,' she said, shushingBecky with a madly flapping hand.'Mmmm. Especiallyconsidering she's working still at nine o'clock at night. Not easyto find such dedicated help nowadays.''Right,' Abbey said, now hitting her forehead over andover with the palm of her hand. 'Howright you are. What can I do for you,Flynn?''I'm interested,' he said, and Abbey's head slappingand heart stopped as one. She literallyhad to thump her ribs to get the latter back up and running again.'Interested?' she repeated, nodding furiously at Beckywho was now kneeling in the middle of the room with her hands clasped inprayer.Flynn laughed, an intimate rumble that tickled atAbbey's ear, sending a shiver all down her left side. 'I'm keen on your proposal,' he said. 'Though I do have some follow up questions.'
'Okay, of course you do. That's very sensible of you,' Abbey said, hermind spinning that this was actually happening. The eleven cents a minute she was paying on her Southbank officessuddenly didn't feel like such a tight squeeze. Heck she might even turn on a desk lamp before the night was out! Re-released as part of the Boardroom Hot-shots collection.
Paperback. Buy the eBook. Buy from iTunes. More about the book.
Firstpublished in April 2007Boardroom Hotshots collection eBook outnow!The idea:
I love a good magazine quiz. Half of me thinks it would be fun to see where I fit, the other half desperately wants to fake the thing to get the best result! (I don't play fair in Monopoly either ;)).
Anyhoo, the idea of the magazine quiz is where this idea began. In fact each chapter begins with a run down of the TOP TEN WAYS to get your man, all of which at some point my heroine - a journalist - has written.
But then I made sure that while my heroine Abbey wrote such lists, she wouldn't deign to follow one if her life depended on it. I gave her a famously rampant feminist for a grandmother, one whose influence couldn't easily be shed. I then threw her in the path of Flynn Granger, a playboy of the highest order. And made sure the only way for eaither of the to get what they wanted most was with one another's help.
Then all I had to do was sit back and watch the spark ;).
The excerpt:
Abbey put a finger over her lips and gingerly pickedup the phone and pressed it to her ear.'Alpha Magazine,' she said, putting on hermost sultry voice to the poor wrong number on the other end, while Beckygiggled in the background. 'To whom mayI connect you to?'After a pause, in which Abbey was sure the caller hadrealised his mistake and hung up, a deep familiar voice drawled, 'This is FlynnGranger for Abbey Parrish.'Abbey slammed her hand over the mouthpiece. It's Flynn,she mouthed and Becky slapped her own hand over her mouth, before removing itand flapping it at Abbey and mouthing back, Talkto him!Abbey banged the phone on the desk a couple of times.'What are you doing?' Becky whispered, her eyes roundas dishes.'Making it sound like I'm connecting him,' Abbey said,her voice sounding as panicked as she felt. Why had she allowed Becky to ply her with Bacardi? Or make her wear such a tight skirt insteadof her favoured loose fisherman pants? Or choose her as a best friend in ninth grade and make her play hookyfrom high school to drool over Brad Pitt at the movies? Or –A faraway voice called out, 'Hello?' and Abbeyrealised it was coming from the other end of the phone. She cleared her throat, pressed the phone back to herear, and said with as much finesse as she could muster, 'Abbey Parrish speaking.''Abbey, it's Flynn Granger.''Flynn,' she said with great verve as though they werelong lost friends. Becky snorted withlaughter and Abbey had to look away.'Whoever you've hired as your receptionist, she's akeeper,' he said. 'Rousing telephonemanner.''If Alphagets up and running she'll be here through it all. You can count on it,' she said, shushingBecky with a madly flapping hand.'Mmmm. Especiallyconsidering she's working still at nine o'clock at night. Not easyto find such dedicated help nowadays.''Right,' Abbey said, now hitting her forehead over andover with the palm of her hand. 'Howright you are. What can I do for you,Flynn?''I'm interested,' he said, and Abbey's head slappingand heart stopped as one. She literallyhad to thump her ribs to get the latter back up and running again.'Interested?' she repeated, nodding furiously at Beckywho was now kneeling in the middle of the room with her hands clasped inprayer.Flynn laughed, an intimate rumble that tickled atAbbey's ear, sending a shiver all down her left side. 'I'm keen on your proposal,' he said. 'Though I do have some follow up questions.'
'Okay, of course you do. That's very sensible of you,' Abbey said, hermind spinning that this was actually happening. The eleven cents a minute she was paying on her Southbank officessuddenly didn't feel like such a tight squeeze. Heck she might even turn on a desk lamp before the night was out! Re-released as part of the Boardroom Hot-shots collection.Paperback. Buy the eBook. Buy from iTunes. More about the book.
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