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In this blog post, you will get to read some exclusive content from my Amazon bestselling and award-winning romantic comedy novel, Queen of the Universe. At the end of the exclusive excerpt, you will be able to enter to win a $10 Amazon card. The winner will be chosen by random drawing.
And now ...
I present to you, Queen of the Universe
Wait, wait, wait. I'm afraid I'm giving you the wrong impression, lavishing all this fanfare on my character Lola Scott, The Queen herself. But her counterpart in the book - Arlen Black - is a heralded character in his own right, having recently won the title of
Best Book Boyfriend 2017!
Now, the relationship between these two begins innocently enough ...
He's not there to do the show, but Lola gets him to audition anyway ...
Arlen nails the audition, but he wants nothing to do with Lola's show. But Lola's found her perfect leading man, and she's not going to let him get away ...
Lola's plan fails miserably. Arlen finds out she's been lying,
how she tricked him ...
and there were more kisses after that audition ...
But then, just when Lola's about to lose everything, Arlen agrees to be her leading man and saves the show. When supposedly he can't stand her.
And that's when things start getting more intense, twisting and turning. Because Lola isn't just dealing with a leading man, she's dealing with a real-life, actual man. With a history she didn't write and a past she could never imagine.
From Queen of the Universe:
Arlen whacked the hammer so hard
that the reverberation cracked one of the roof tiles to his right. He
sat back on his heels, wiping the sweat from his face with his
forearm. He could fasten the tar paper to the roof with little more
than thumb tacks—he didn't need to attack Lola's roof with the
force of a jackhammer. What the hell was wrong with him? Destroying
the house he was working on wouldn't solve anything.
When
shooting had wrapped at five, Arlen couldn't drive fast enough to get
to Lola's house and work off the day's thunderous tension. Why on
earth did they have to make him kiss Wendy so many times? And with
Lola watching? All he could think of during the scene was Lola on
the first day they met, Lola on the patio, Lola kissing him on her
bed. But the second he'd touched the tiny, bony
Wendy Hunter, every nerve in him rebelled. Apparently, though, his
bucking emotions had infused the kiss with an almost angry tension
that Peg had found “absolutely blistering.” Whatever. But Jesus,
he didn't want to want Lola.
Maybe he shouldn't have come to
her house. But where else was he going to go to tear things apart and
beat them to a pulp? This was his job for the next few weeks as far
as anyone knew—he hadn't told a soul about his doing the show and
playing Sam. It was all too weird.
And
the whole situation was making him feel guilty. He used to have so
much fun with Katie, Matteo, and Ella watching Wendy on Ups
and Downs.
And now he was actually working with her every day—and he hadn't
said a word to the kids. How could he? If he tried to explain what he
was doing and why, he would at some point have to reveal what a
complete wreck of a human being he had become since he lost them. He
would not do that.
God, he needed to pound something
with a sledgehammer for about an hour.
Or maybe he could just use the
solitude to find some sort of equilibrium.
Arlen barked out a gruff laugh.
Yeah, like that was going to happen. He slipped his hammer into his
tool belt and climbed down the ladder. He walked around to the back
of the house where he took off his tool belt, work boots, and socks.
Without even a second of hesitation, he dove into Lola's pool.
It was hard doing laps in wet
clothes, but he managed ten before dragging himself out of the pool.
Damn, he was tired. So tired.
He stood up dripping wet, raised
his arms above his head, closed his eyes, and stretched. Stretched
his tendons to the limit, trying to push the day's tightness out of
his muscles. When he eased up and opened his eyes, he saw Lola standing across the patio, staring at him.
“Arlen?”
He stood there and didn't say
anything.
“What are you doing in my pool?”
“Fixing the roof.”
She shook her head. “In the
pool?”
“I got hot up on the roof and
jumped in the pool to cool down.”
“Are you kidding?” She looked
at his tool belt and boots a few feet off to the right. “You're an
actor on the show. You don't have to work on my house any more.”
“You hired me to work on your
house. That's how we met. Remember?”
“It's just that—” Lola
began, “I thought you'd quit working here once the show went into
production.”
Arlen sat on a lounge chair to
start tugging on his socks and boots. “I'm not an actor, Lola.
Working on houses isn't my filler between gigs. This is what I do.”
He stood up and buckled his tool belt around his hips. “You hired
me to do repairs around the place, and now that the pilot is in
production, I'm betting you can keep that promise about never being
home.”
Lola blew out a frustrated sigh.
“It would be easier if we kept our relationship professional.”
“This
is
professional,” Arlen said. “My
profession.”
“I can't figure you out.”
“Don't try.” Arlen headed out
to the driveway. “I'm finished here for today.”
“Arlen—”
“I'm doing the show, Lola. So
quit trying to get in my head.” He wrenched open the truck door.
Raising her chin, Lola put her
hands on her hips. “I don't get it. Why are you here if you hate me
so much?”
Arlen would have ignored the
question if her voice hadn't trembled just a little. “I don't hate
you, Lola.” The words were barely past his lips when he realized
that she probably made her voice sound tremulous on purpose.
“But you haven't forgiven me.”
Arlen said nothing.
“Then why are you helping me?”
she demanded.
Arlen shut the door and faced her.
“Because I wanted something once. More than anything. And I didn't
get it.”
Lola stepped back.
He took a deep breath. “I didn't
want someone else to feel that way. Not if I could prevent it.”
“I see,” she said quietly.
“I hope you do,” Arlen said.
Then he got in his truck and left.
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When she was a kid in Scranton, Pennsylvania, Geralyn Vivian Ruane Corcillo dreamed of one day becoming the superhero Dyna Girl. So she did her best and grew up to constantly pick up litter and rescue animals. She lives in a drafty old house in Hollywood with her TV writer husband Ron, a guy who's even cooler than Kip Dynamite. Corcillo LOVES connecting with readers, so feel free to get in touch with her on facebook, twittter and her website. And sign up for her RomCom Alerts emails to get exclusive content, deals, contests, & more!
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