Alice Cramer is tired of being pitied for her family’s transgressions, so she resolves to break out of the gutter and into the spotlight. As long as her local congressman can forget about their checkered past and help her secure a federal grant to open Harmony Falls Little Theatre, she’ll be the brightest star in town. But when Alice stands up in church and stops the congressman’s wedding, she dives headfirst into fresh scandal.
Why is Harmony Fall’s golden boy, Justin Mitchell, speeding down the interstate sans a new wife but with the local drama queen he’s been trying his whole life to avoid? Alice Cramer may have saved him the hassle of an arranged marriage to a woman he didn’t love, but she’s put a business transaction big enough to save an entire town in jeopardy–not to mention his reputation.
Soon Alice and Justin are dredging up and indulging in an attraction that threatens all their dreams and aspirations. But what if life together is the dream that matters most?
Alice jumped a wave, and Justin was
assaulted by a flash of creamy skin and black lace. She was swimming in her
underwear. Catching sight of a pile of clothes out of water’s reach, Justin
shook his head. Apparently, she had ditched her dress. Why was he not
surprised?
“What are you doing?” he called above
the surf.
She flashed him a smile he hadn’t seen
in years. “I’ve never been to the ocean.”
His untucked shirt tails whipped in the
wind, and with the strength of his hands he fought the chaos. “I guess that
explains it.”
She stayed smiling, considering him
with the same hypnotic eyes he knew as a child. Back then, he wondered what she
saw when she looked at him. Now, he was afraid to know the answer.
“I’m going to get the bags and the dog
out of the car, and then I’ll bring you a towel. Be careful. No further. You
hear? In fact, stay closer to the beach. The undertow is strong, and I’d like
to avoid another rescue.”
A few steps up the beach and her wail
hit his back. “I don’t need to be rescued.”
But she did. Somebody had to keep her
from making rash decisions, like stopping weddings and swimming in the ocean
half-dressed. He slowed his pace and closed his eyes. That someone
couldn’t—shouldn’t—be him. On an inhale, he opened his eyes and returned to the
surf. “Fine. No more rescues.”
“Good, because I’m not a baby. I can
take care of myself. Stop telling me what to do. Stop treating me like you’re
my father or my brother. You’re not. You’re just a guy. I’m just a girl. And
you make life too complicated.” She raised her arms to her side and fell
backwards into the sea.
Justin’s heartbeat quickened as he
searched the choppy water, waiting for her to surface. Her father died an
alcoholic and her brother looked destined to follow. Not being lumped in their
category was a good thing, but where did that leave him?
Relief flooded him when her head broke
the surface. She pushed soggy curls from her face, and raising her arms over
head, spun until a wave knocked her off her feet. She was definitely not a
baby. But if he was just a guy and she was just a girl, then bringing her with
him was an even bigger risk. He had obligations, expectations and an image to
uphold. In trying to avoid a scene at the church, he’d put himself in one hell
of a compromising situation.
Who is your perfect
hero? And why? This
is an easy one—and probably a cliché, but…my husband is my perfect hero. My
late teens and all of my twenties were spent watching him play baseball, which
was quite the aphrodisiac. Now, he’s a physician, so he’s got that whole
successful, intellectual, service-oriented thing covered. Better yet, he’s an
amazing friend to me and father to our children. In my opinion, there’s nothing
sexier than a man who is truly happy with his family. Plus, he has a great
smile!
Who are your dream
dinner party guests? This
is one of my favorite interview questions. I love hypotheticals, and it’s fun
to imagine this conglomeration of people: My college
philosophy professor, Macklemore (rapper), Judith McNaught (romance author), my
husband, and Derek Jeter (baseball player). The common thread here is respect.
These five people impress me for various reasons, and I find them endlessly
interesting.
What’s the last movie
you watched and loved?
Loved?
Midnight in Paris. (I’ve watched a
lot of movies since, but I haven’t loved any of them.) Woody Allen is usually a
must-see for me, but Midnight blew me
away. I wanted to step inside that movie and live there. A little social
commentary, a little time travel—pure perfection.
Most _____________ in
high school. (popular, nerdy, sporty…) Why?
LOL.
Love this! That would be most misguided in high school, because I thought I
knew so much, and it turned out I knew so little. I suppose that’s a universal
experience, but it really embarrasses me now. I don’t like the person I was
back then. She and I would not be friends now. Sad, huh? Then again, it’s a good
thing, because the mere fact I’m saying this means I’ve grown in a positive
direction, and isn’t that all any of us can ask?
Top three things on
your bucket list.
Make
my own wine
Kayak
downtown Chicago
See
a great white shark in the wild (but not while I’m kayaking)
Flirting Questions
What’s your favorite
body part of the opposite sex?
A
man’s forearms. I blame my husband for this. I remember when he came home from
his first year playing college baseball and I saw the benefits of all those
workouts. Lol. Baseball players have killer forearms, and they set the standard
for the rest.
When was your last kiss?
This
morning before Hubby left. Unless he’s out of town, I start and end every day
with kisses from him.
What’s an absolute
no-no in a relationship?
Cheating.
Emotional or physical. There’s no excuse for it. When you agree to a monogamous
relationship and promise to honor that agreement, then you must do everything
in your power to remain faithful—or end the relationship before you cross the
line. I couldn’t forgive something like that—ever.
How did you meet your
significant other?
We
met in high school. Sophomore year we had English together, and I didn’t like
him very much. He made fun of me, thought A
Tale of Two Cities was stupid and only paid attention because he thought
the teacher was pretty. *rolls eyes* Funny how things change when you get to know
someone.
Do you believe in
love at first sight?
I
do. Absolutely. I think our souls know when they meet energy of the same
origin. That’s how I define love at first sight.
Flirting Quickies:
Boxers or Briefs?
Boxers
Facial hair or clean
shaven?
Clean shaven
Alpha or Beta?
Alpha
Planner or Panster? A
bit of both (It’s a deadline-meeting necessity.)
White wine or red? Red
Coffee or tea? Tea
Vanilla or chocolate?
Chocolate
Sweet or salty? Sweet
Sleep in or get up
early? Up early
Laptop
or desktop? Laptop
Beach or
mountains? Beach
Winter
or summer? Summer
Cat or
dog? Both (I have one of each.)
Twilight
or Fifty Shades? Twilight
Spotlight
or In the Shadows? I’m very comfortable with both, depending on the situation.
City or
Country? City
Clubbing
or candlelight dinner? Candlelight dinner
Backpacking
or luxury hotel? Luxury hotel
Morning
or night person? Morning
Christmas
or Halloween? Christmas
Optimist
or pessimist? Optimist
Author Bio
Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness.
Elley has been reading romance novels since she was a sixteen-year-old babysitter, sneaking Judith McNaught and Danielle Steele novels off the bookshelves of the women who employed her. She started her first manuscript when she was twenty-five, writing during babies’ naps. A total of three children and ten years later, the manuscript was complete. Little did she know, her journey to publication was only beginning…
Elley writes provocative contemporary romances for Crimson Romance.
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Great questions and fab answers, Ms. Elley! I particularly like the dinner party guest list. I'd server dinner to be around that kind of event. And forearms ARE sexy. So much.
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Thanks, Elizabeth! So glad you're enjoying Crashing the Congressman's Wedding. :)
DeleteForearms Forever,
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Melinda, thanks so much for hosting me. :)
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