Blurb:
The
last thing marketing assistant Kayla Morgan expects to do on a Friday morning
is give a tour of her emergency shelter to a flighty rock star. When her boss
orders her to play nice, she acquiesces.
Sebastian
Cox, lead singer of The U.K. Underground, finds the American bird with the
bunker in her backyard more than wacky, but the band’s looking for a location
to shoot their latest video.
When
an earthquake strikes, the unlikely couple gets trapped and finds a few ways to
keep themselves busy. Once reality sets in, will their differences leave them
on shaky ground?
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Excerpt:
“You
want out of here? Fine, go for it.” Kayla pointed toward the doorway. “Be my
guest and try to break the lock. If you succeed, I make no promises to your
safety out there. We don’t know what’s happening. Maybe this was a minor
shaker, or maybe the real thing, but what’s it going to hurt to sit tight and
figure it out?”
“You
plan on helping me pass the time in a more enjoyable manner?” He wagged his
eyebrows at her, and despite herself, and her promise to have a strong will, a
flutter started low in her belly. She couldn’t be attracted to him. He was such
a neophyte. People like him never understood her.
“You
watch yourself there.” She turned around and stalked to the other side of the
room. Okay, given they were in such a small space, there wasn’t any getting
away from him at the moment. He—and people like him—made her so mad.
“What
about being optimistic?” he asked. “Thinking about the best in people.
Self-fulfilling prophecies and life affirmations?”
“You
can be positive all you want, and it’s not going to fill up your tank of gas.
Having money, in smaller bills, hidden in case the banks crash and your ATM
card doesn’t work—that’s being prepared. Just because I believe in reserving
some supplies doesn’t mean I willed all this to happen. It did, and I’m ready
for it.”
“‘Reserving?’
Is that what they’re calling it nowadays? I thought it was more akin to
hoarding.”
Hoarding? He
really didn’t get it. His comment hung in the air, and she did her best to
ignore it. No matter what she said, the scorn from nonbelievers hurt. She grew
up with her father being harassed by family members. It was only a matter of
time before it was her turn. And her sister? Well, forget about telling her
anything about being prepared. Maybe as destruction hit and a certain segment
of the population was taken out, they’d be all gone. All that would be left
would be those who’d taken the necessary precautions.
A
wave of dizziness at the implications hit her, and she sat back down.
Right.
As if life worked like that.
About Louisa Bacio
A
Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the
ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all
realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio
shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too
fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary,
hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college
classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
Visit her online at: http://www.louisabacio.com, http://www.facebook.com/louisabacio
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