A couple of weeks ago I got TWO ARCs for THE ICING ON THE CAKE. I haven’t made a site page for it yet and need to do so, but I’ve posted an excerpt below. My editor told me she read this at a sales conference, which is pretty cool. The ARCs I have were packaged with the original cover, so that would make them collectible, yes? *g* I’m going to give one of them away here to a commenter. I’m curious to know what you think about reading a real life couple’s love story, so tell me what you think about reality romance to be entered. I’ve got a lot of work to do the next few weeks, so I’m leaving this up and will draw a winner from all comments posted by Tuesday, June 15, 2010, 8:00 p.m. CDT.
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match . . . dot.com. An on-line dating service is not Michelle Snow’s idea of how to find love but when the Big 3-0 hits, Michelle decides she has nothing to lose since she hasn’t brought a date home in ten years, she’s professionally burned out, and her climb up the corporate ladder has come at the expense of abandoning her sweet dream: to own a boutique cupcakery.Todd Bracken, early thirties and a successful technology consultant, isn’t exactly a player after being off the market for ten years, and pours himself into his dual passions of martial arts and home-sweet-home renovations. Only there’s no one to come home to so he decides to give Match.com a try. Todd isn’t so sure the Internet dating scene is his thing – until a message pops up in the wee hours on a weekend night: “I like your smile.” Todd likes – a lot – the whole package that glides into a French bistro in Washington, D.C.
It’s serious mojo-at-first-sight but there’s a glitch: Todd and Michelle live in different cities. Will love find its way in the digital age with a You’ve Got Mail courtship when video cam kisses just aren’t enough? And when Todd challenges Michelle to not only go for her dream but also let him share it, will they be able to make it happen together despite obstacles more plentiful than a shower of rainbow sprinkles?
Suddenly, danger zone or not, Mike’s was the last place in the world Todd wanted to be. “Listen, Michelle – ”
But it was all he got out before she shook her head, placed her hand on his thigh. “I’m so, so sorry about running off last night.”
He hadn’t given it more than a second thought. “I told you not to worry about it – ”
“I know you did. But texting an apology isn’t the same as talking. And I needed to say it. I need you to know . . . ” She’d been looking into his eyes all this time, giving him all her attention, potent and intense, but now dropped her gaze.
He tamped down the pulsing tide of worry. “Need me to know what?”
