A woman, a man, and a cat. What could possibly go wrong?
What does a bet between best friends have to do with a kidnapped
cat and a tumbled-down animal shelter?
Nothing, unless you are Adam Talcott and you want to prove to your
best-buddy that you can survive without access to your wealth and family
connections. Adam would have succeeded
too, if it hadn’t
been for Dierdre Clancy and that blasted cat.
Hero
Bio: Adam Talcott was born rich. He went into business with his best
friend from college and made even more millions. His methods may be unorthodox,
but he nearly always succeeds. Now he’s been challenged to live for two months without any of
the privileges and resources he’s known all his life. Adam is confident that he can
conquer this challenge as he has all others. But he didn’t count on Dierdre Clancy and that
danged cat.
Heroine
Bio: Dierdre Clancy grew up in a family of givers. Her parents were
missionaries and often too busy saving other, less privileged people to realize
how lonely and abandoned Dierdre felt. When she reached her teen years, she was
shipped back to the USA to live with her Aunt Shea on Shea’s rundown farm and animal shelter.
Finally she was in a stable environment with an adult she could count on.
Dierdre went on to gain a degree in social work and took up the Clancy family
tradition of helping others. Most of the time helping others was easy. But Adam
Talcott broke that mold and every other box she tried to put him into. How
could one man be so difficult to manage?
Now for an excerpt:
Balancing an armload of mail, an overloaded briefcase, and a gym
bag with two yogurt cups teetering on top, Dierdre Clancy rushed to her
cubicle. For the fourth time this week, and the umpteenth time this month, she
was late. Once again, a power outage in the decrepit apartment building where
she lived had caused her alarm clock to fail.
Please, Lord, don’t let my chauvinist pig of a boss realize I’ve been
missing.
The yogurt cups threatened to topple off the gym bag. Dierdre
wasn’t
about to let her lunch decorate the linoleum. The mail showered to the floor.
The briefcase hit her foot. With her free hand, she plastered the cups to her
side. The gym bag slid down her arm. The webbed strap twisted, tourniquet
style, around her wrist.
She managed a couple of sideways hops that brought her to the
edge of her desk. The gym bag swung wildly. Leaning against the arm weighed
down by the bag’s
stranglehold, she managed to dump the yogurt cups onto the desk without mishap.
She pulled herself upright and reached for the strap at her wrist.
Somehow, during all the hopping, the bag had swung around her
legs and gotten wedged in the narrow space between her desk and file cabinet.
The same strap that cut off circulation to her hand pressed into the backs of
her knees, pinning her neatly to the desk. Only an act of extreme dexterity
could save her from her own folly. Imbecile, why didn’t you make two trips?
Because I didn’t want to risk having the boss see me coming in late.
"Clancy!
You’re late.”
Dierdre’s heart hit the ceiling. She knew
the shout—a cross between an operatic tenor and a pig at slaughter. Still, she
hadn’t
been prepared to hear her boss’s screeching quite so soon.
Author bio-- Hi, I’m Rue
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