The Fix (The Carolina Connections, #1)(66)
GREENSBORO! I grew up in Indiana and pretty much thought I’d live there forever. When my husband’s job transferred him to North Carolina, I was oddly excited. And now I know why! North Carolina is unbelievable—we’ve got the beach and the mountains, and I live smack dab in between. Greensboro (and the Triad as we call this area) is amazing - the people, the weather, the food, the lakes, and the variety of things to do and see. It’s crazy! In other words, I’m in love with North Carolina, and so are my characters. If you come visit, you can play pool at Jake’s, have a burger at Hops, grab a donut at Granny’s, and even drive by Laney’s neighborhood!
Now for what’s up next. Obviously, you have to read the rest of the novels in the Carolina Connections series. I promise they only get better and better! But I’ve got tons of other stuff coming up too, so you’ll want to sign up for my newsletter and/or join my Facebook group for sure. I make new plans all the time in my little author world and you don’t want to miss anything.
Here’s a short list of what’s coming up this year:
Carolina Connections will have two new releases!
The Fix is now available as an audiobook at your favorite retailer!
A group of authors and I are releasing a boxed set of stories all centered around one royal theme. Royal and Reckless is available for pre-order, and it’s only 99 cents!
I have a story in a FREE anthology of hot romances coming out this summer. The fabulous Skye Warren is one of the other ten authors in the anthology. What?! Yeah, you heard that right! You’re going to love my story.
A new series is on its way! And, of course, it takes place in North Carolina. It also involves hot dudes and alcohol, but that’s all I can say for now (*wink).
If you’ve read Then Again from the groundbreaking Juniper Court Series, you’ll be happy to know Jill is getting her own book, but that has to wait until 2019.
Phew! I’d better get back to work if I’m going to get all that done! Thanks for hanging out and being the awesome reader you are. Love you guys to bits!
XOXO,
Sylvie
Bonus Scene
WORKING GIRLS
(No, not that kind! Sheesh!)
FIONA
Four years earlier…
“Good morning. Beaumont Furniture Gallery. How can I make your day fabulous?”
“You can start by sucking my—”
“Hold it right there, you little assmuncher!” I hissed into the phone, my teeth clenched and my grip on the receiver tighter than Chris Hemsworth’s ass (which is almost hypnotic, by the way, but we’ll get back to that later). “If you and your pathetic little friends don’t stop calling, I will hunt your ass down and shove the heel of my Jimmy Choo right on up there!” Well, on second thought, that would be a waste of a perfectly wonderful shoe. I looked down at my feet and tilted them back and forth to admire the lace detailing. The man did excellent work. “Or at the very least, I’ll punch you in your pea-sized nutsack. You hear me?!” There. That was better.
The line went dead just as Antoinette breezed past my desk, her chestnut hair pinned in a perfect chignon and her Burberry trench draped artfully over one shoulder. I dropped the receiver back in its cradle and scrambled from my chair in her wake.
“Antoinette!”
She pretended not to hear me, as usual, so I weaved through the showroom obstacle course practically sprinting to catch up with her and her mile-long legs. Exactly what kind of deal did this woman make with the devil to get those legs? It was decidedly unfair.
“Excuse me, Antoinette!” I panted as I fell into a jog beside her. I made a mental note to perhaps give cardio another try one of these days.
My boss looked down her long patrician nose at me and raised a brow, never slowing her pace as we made our way toward the offices in the back of the store. Her red lips parted on a sneer. “You should be at your desk, no?” Despite the polite phrasing, her French accent somehow made the question sound even more snappish than she probably intended. Oh, who was I kidding? The chick hated me. That had been clear from the moment her husband hired me.
“Absolutely.” I sidestepped a leather ottoman. “I was just hoping to have a quick word with you about the phone greeting.”
She stopped abruptly at a rack of fabric samples and I almost pitched headfirst into a table littered with discarded swatches in every shade of green imaginable. “Laney!” she shouted, her voice rising on the last syllable.
The girl with dark shiny hair who I’d seen coming and going over the last few days poked her head out of the office door. “Can I help you with something, Antoinette?” Her tone was solicitous and calm. She must have been on sedatives. That was the only way to explain how her hair wasn’t standing on end from our boss’s ear-splitting tone.
“What do you see?” Antoinette set her coat down and folded her hands together, simultaneously achieving the impression of both Queen Elizabeth and Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. Her eyes darted meaningfully to the table of swatches.
Laney’s eyes followed, and then she hurried over to tidy the mess without another word. I’d just regained my balance, using the table for leverage, so I handed a few swatches over with a weak smile. Her eyes darted to me and rolled dramatically as the corners of her mouth lifted in return. “Thanks.”