Monday, April 5, 2010
Sylvie Kaye and Loving Jilly
Today's guest excerpt is from Sylvie Kaye. Sylvie, thanks for coming.
LOVING JILLY by Sylvie Kaye
Coming from steamy New Orleans July 9, 2010!!
Jilly is a New Orleans daycare aide by day and by night an errand-running caregiver to the three quirky aunts who raised her. What Jilly doesn’t have is time for a man who wants more than she can spare.
Zack is a brawny carpenter. He’s attracted to Jilly but wants
the real deal. Will his patience and persistence win her trust and her heart? Or will her aunts’ stop his clock with a voodoo hex?
© Copyright, Sylvie Kaye
As soon as she opened the front door a male voice boomed. “…great mahogany woodwork.”
How had she missed seeing his vehicle? He must’ve parked on the street instead of in their narrow driveway.
“The wood mouldings are all hand carved.” Pride tinged Aunt Gloria’s voice.
Jilly finger-combed her hair, narrowly missing her nose with her tote bag. Although Ann had assured her, “Construction workers aren’t particular,” she’d rather not look like a snipped daisy left out in the harsh sun too long. She was attracted to the virile man, and the mere sound of his voice had her blood pumping and her heartbeat racing.
Or maybe it had nothing to do with him. Maybe she was just plain horny.
After adjusting her twisted waistband and re-tucking her washable, pink silk blouse, she jostled her parcels and plastered a smile to her lips in case opportunity reared its handsome head.
When she stepped into the parlor, she was surprised not to see Aunt Vinny. She usually sat rocking in her chair and tatting the lopsided lace scarves that dotted every available tabletop and overstuffed chair and sofa in the apartment. The art of sizing and shaping escaped her aunt, who swore she didn’t need to wear spectacles.
Actually, the Pajeaud women never swore, though they did mutter ladylike oaths from time to time.
Aunt Gloria’s voice rose to the same octave she used for singing in church choir on Sundays. “What’s this going to cost, young man?”
With his broad, muscled back to Jilly, the carpenter stood in front of the ornate carved bookcase. He seemed real and within her reach. The fingers clutching her packages ached to feel just how attainable.
Excerpts and Contests of all Sylvie Kaye’s book at www.sylviekaye.com
BANNED IN TEXAS~In Print at Amazon.com & Barnes&Noble
WRONG SIDE OF LOVE,Wayback, Tx~The Wild Rose Press
DEVIL IN COWBOY BOOTS ~Amazon and B&N
HER MAINE MAN~In ebook and Print