Pat Dale, Author of Romance,Romantic Suspense, Romantic Comedy, Family Saga, Psychological Suspense and Mystery
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COMING SOON
A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND
coming summer 2010
Whimsical Publications
Whimsical Publications
When Laura Margolin, latest diva of TV jewelry shopping, crosses paths with super spy Hayward Lazarus, she has no idea that before their saga is done, her career will be toast, her hero will die heroically-and they'll live happily ever after. Glamour gal and slippery spy ratchet between ecstasy and despair as they try to unravel separate webs of deception in their lives; webs that weave into a wild and crazy patchwork. They want to be together but the fates seem to have other plans for them.
The aircraft had already leveled its climb somewhat and would soon be at an altitude where she could head for the lavatory. She looked back to try to find the flight attendant to get her attention. Instead, her focus locked on a dapper-looking gentleman approaching her up the aisle. She sank back into her seat as he spoke.
"Hallo. Having a nice flight?"
She'd used her reserve to stay calm but the continued swaying motion of the plane had made her panicky. She muttered, "I suppose."
'That doesn't sound very convincing. What could be the problem?"
"I'm afraid it's just me. Flying usually makes me sick."
"I see. Well, the plane is in no trouble. We're just in a buffer layer of heavy air. A few moments more and we'll be at an altitude where it's much smoother. But if you're feeling nauseous, I have a sure cure for that."
"Oh, really?" She was ready to send him on his way when her eyes locked on his; jade green-polished jade. His handsome rugged face was framed with dark blond hair, no doubt professionally groomed but with a wealth of curls that gave him a bad-boy look. Her heart did a double pump and she swallowed hard.
"Yes, beautiful lady, I do. Might you be interested?"
Her attention ratcheted from his devastating masculinity to his words. Normally on guard against overly friendly men, she was intrigued by his offer to help. His go-light eyes lasered hers, levering a slightly flushed feeling. She said, "I'd be interested in just about anything that helps me relax in flight."
"Wonderful." He held out his hand. "May I introduce myself? Hayward Lazarus at your service. I'm deputy director of Hands Round the Globe. Perhaps you've heard of us?"
"No, I don't think so."
He chuckled. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not surprised. We're a philanthropic foundation. What you might call international do-gooders."
She laughed despite her discomfort. "So is calming finicky little girls a regular part of your do-gooding?"
"Definitely, my dear. One of my specialities."
"Well then, Mr. Lazarus, I'd appreciate any secrets you have on the subject."
He dropped into the empty seat next to her. "My pleasure. And your name is..." he hesitated, his eyes flashing recognition, "...Laura Margolin, is it not?"
"How did you know who I am?"
"I've seen your work on the telly from time to time. You do a marvelous job displaying all those jewelry baubles to your audience."
"Well, thank you. Do you ever buy any of our products?"
"I haven't so far, but I could be tempted. The fact I haven't is certainly no reflection of your sales ability."
Laura could hardly believe this suave gentleman in his thousand dollar suit could have any idea who she was. She relaxed ever so slightly, enjoying...
"Hallo. Having a nice flight?"
She'd used her reserve to stay calm but the continued swaying motion of the plane had made her panicky. She muttered, "I suppose."
'That doesn't sound very convincing. What could be the problem?"
"I'm afraid it's just me. Flying usually makes me sick."
"I see. Well, the plane is in no trouble. We're just in a buffer layer of heavy air. A few moments more and we'll be at an altitude where it's much smoother. But if you're feeling nauseous, I have a sure cure for that."
"Oh, really?" She was ready to send him on his way when her eyes locked on his; jade green-polished jade. His handsome rugged face was framed with dark blond hair, no doubt professionally groomed but with a wealth of curls that gave him a bad-boy look. Her heart did a double pump and she swallowed hard.
"Yes, beautiful lady, I do. Might you be interested?"
Her attention ratcheted from his devastating masculinity to his words. Normally on guard against overly friendly men, she was intrigued by his offer to help. His go-light eyes lasered hers, levering a slightly flushed feeling. She said, "I'd be interested in just about anything that helps me relax in flight."
"Wonderful." He held out his hand. "May I introduce myself? Hayward Lazarus at your service. I'm deputy director of Hands Round the Globe. Perhaps you've heard of us?"
"No, I don't think so."
He chuckled. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not surprised. We're a philanthropic foundation. What you might call international do-gooders."
She laughed despite her discomfort. "So is calming finicky little girls a regular part of your do-gooding?"
"Definitely, my dear. One of my specialities."
"Well then, Mr. Lazarus, I'd appreciate any secrets you have on the subject."
He dropped into the empty seat next to her. "My pleasure. And your name is..." he hesitated, his eyes flashing recognition, "...Laura Margolin, is it not?"
"How did you know who I am?"
"I've seen your work on the telly from time to time. You do a marvelous job displaying all those jewelry baubles to your audience."
"Well, thank you. Do you ever buy any of our products?"
"I haven't so far, but I could be tempted. The fact I haven't is certainly no reflection of your sales ability."
Laura could hardly believe this suave gentleman in his thousand dollar suit could have any idea who she was. She relaxed ever so slightly, enjoying...
