WICKED WEDNESDAY
Please welcome today's guest, Laura Strickland, to a wickedly amusing first meeting. And if you have a story, be sure to leave her a comment...maybe your experience will spark some inspiration for her next novel!
Who
among us has not gazed across the proverbial crowded room, set eyes on a
stranger and felt that niggle of instant attraction? Who hasn’t subsequently
(and perhaps subtly) maneuvered to get near that particular individual in order
to start a conversation via some amazingly witty and scintillating line that
will capture said individual’s attention? And who among us hasn’t bombed
stupendously…
When
it comes to meetings with the opposite sex, there are good beginnings, and some
pretty wicked ones. A perfectly rehearsed intro turns to babbling gibberish
when nerves enter the picture. An otherwise ordinary person can come off like a
total fool or an arrogant lummox.
But
I’ll wager few introductions have been worse than that between the hero and
heroine of my latest release, Last
Orders: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure. When they meet, the hero (Brendan), a
policeman, is answering a report of a woman (Ginny) shooting up a tavern with a
steam cannon. Read on and see if you can imagine a more unfortunate beginning
to a romance:
Ginny glared harder at the tall, strapping
hunk of man—police officer—who stood before her. She supposed being a police
officer didn’t exclude him from being a man, but at the moment she felt a
little fuzzy about it. In any case, he was much too good-looking, well over six
feet, with a good set of shoulders, reddish hair, and features that had been
entirely too well carved. And those eyes—just look at those eyes: bright blue
and snapping with rage.
She detested handsome men.
He had to be the most detestable she’d
ever seen. And his voice! That Irish accent of his caressed his words the way
his tongue might well caress a woman.
“I do not wish to be arrested. What blame
fool would want to get arrested?”
“Then hand over your weapon. You can
reclaim it tomorrow at the station.”
How professional he was. How well he kept
his anger under control. But Ginny could feel it, and she wondered what it
would take to make him lose that control.
“I’ve had this steam cannon since I was
fourteen years old.”
“Well, you and it are going to have to
spend the rest of the night apart. Dennis?” The officer jerked his head at the
second cop—at least Ginny thought there were two and she wasn’t just seeing
double. The two of them closed in on her again, one from either side. She
raised the weapon, dimly aware it was a stupid thing to do.
The cannon had now fully charged; she
could kill someone. The detestable police officer moved too quickly for her,
wrested the cannon away, and handed it to the second man. Yes, there were two
of them.
Ginny saw red. While the tavern’s patrons
hooted some more, she drew back her arm and punched the detestable police
officer as hard as she could, right in the face.
The blow—surely one of the best she’d ever
delivered—barely rocked him back on his heels. The crowd gasped as one.
“Now she’s done it,” someone cried.
But,
you know, romance has its own way of finding a path through anything (sort of
like water). And fate has a twisted sense of humor. And sometimes even an
awkward greeting…or a punch in the face…can lead to something wickedly
wonderful.
So,
what’s your worst-meeting story?
Last
Orders: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure blurb:
Buffalo
Police Sergeant Brendan Fagan, investigating a series of grisly murders spurred
by clashes between humans and automatons, only wants to save his city. The last
thing he needs in his life is a rule-bending, steam-cannon-toting,
unpredictable female like Ginny Landry, a woman who could possibly bring down
his career and the one woman he quite likely can't resist.
Ginny
means to settle the estate of her mother, an infamous madam, quickly and get
out of town. She has no intention of becoming involved with any part of her
inheritance or falling for Brendan. In fact, she makes it a point never to date
handsome men. But when her rash behavior brings them together, the attraction
can’t be denied.
And
when the city erupts in chaos, forcing her to choose a moral side, can she deny
what’s in her heart?
Buy
links:
Barnes
& Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/last-orders-laura-strickland/1128542971?ean=2940159072177
Author
web site: http://www.laurastricklandbooks.com
Thank you for hosting me today! I love visiting with you.
ReplyDeleteFun having you here, Laura!
DeleteLove the ‘arresting’ moment your MCs meet, Laura. Cannons say it better than roses. Ha!
ReplyDeleteI've always thought so... Thanks, Charlotte!
DeleteAwesome excerpt!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Petie!
DeleteI'm not sure about worst first encounters, but I always think about what I wore for certain first meetings and can't believe I left the house looking that way.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could have a certain number of do-overs in life, eh? Thanks for visiting!
DeleteWell I don't have any worst first encounters, but a humorous one. When my husband and I met, he was crossing the carpeted room at a restaurant to interview me (He was the General Manger). I sat in the foyer next to the massive oak doors, waiting. As he stepped onto the shining floors, he slipped and crashed into the doors. He quickly straighten and fixed his three-piece suit, stating, "It's about damn time they polished these floors." Love the excerpt, Laura! All the best!
ReplyDeleteAh, no wonder you married him! Any man who can think that fast on--or off--his feet is a gem! Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteMary, I love it!
DeleteBest first meeting I've ever heard!
DeleteI seemed to have many bad moments when I was a teen. I learned to keep my mouth shut before I could blurt out some dumb statement. Your book sounds very interesting.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ilona! Maybe my heroine should have done more thinking before she opened her mouth...LOL
DeleteI saw a really cute guy outside my new apartment on moving day. I wanted to get his attention somehow. I blew out the pilot light on the stove and told him I couldn't get it to work. I know it made me look stupid, but it worked. That was 38 years ago and he's still hanging around. I guess he figured I needed someone with common sense.
ReplyDeleteNow, that's a crafty move! And successful... My hat's off to you!
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