(MSRP: 1.5000)
Just in time for Christmas, Cicely Navros has been laid off. She endures a colossally awful day involving a temp agency and the horrors of chintz, a day ending in a soggy walk to the mini-mart for eggs -- where she literally runs into Adonis! Whet your appetite for Greek cuisine and satisfy your craving to leave the Christmas lights up all year in this sweet tale of hope and desire.
Rosette
22 Pages Sweet
Excerpt:
Rain pushed the windshield wipers to frenzy while the humidity frizzed my hair to Rosanne Rosanadana proportions. Unlocking the apartment door, I remembered that I'd forgotten to stop for eggs.
Nuts.
Back down the open concrete stairs, I crossed the uneven blacktop to the expanding puddle of a parking space. The umbrella tangled in my purse strap and I dropped the keys in the puddle, electric key fob and all.
My mood turned as black as the storm clouds dogging me while I tried to dry the keys with a corner of silk blouse. Don't ask me why the eggs were so important. Don't ask me why I didn't go back to the apartment and change clothes. Don't ask me why I didn't use the old-fashioned metal key to unlock the car.
Instead, I pocketed the sopping keys and walked eight blocks to the convenience store. The light drizzle had matured into a downpour, but my feet couldn't get any wetter.
Frigid hands won the battle with the umbrella, though I'm not sure it helped. Mud splashed my legs. Hair stuck to my face in wet strands, and I'm sure my make-up wasn't where I'd put it.
The perfect time to run into him.
At the Dari Mart, I reached both hands into the cooler through the heavy plastic strips, compulsively checking an open carton for cracked eggs. Someone bumped me from behind, and I pitched headlong into the case.
"Ack!"
Clinging to the plastic strips to keep from crushing the eggs, I twisted around on their tiny pivot-points to face my attacker. Michelangelo's David grinned at me. A Mediterranean cutie--curly dark hair and blue-green eyes, with lashes to make any girl jealous.
"Excuse, I am sorry!" His accent was hard to place. Not Italian...
He reached buff arms around my middle to pull me up, only I'm not as svelte as he must have expected. Unbalanced, despite his sinewy god-like arms, I slipped and splock! Many eggs perished.
The clerk was not pleased.
