Hello my fellow munchkins. How are you all doing? I am doing well. Today is the day that I leave my house to go onto my blog tour! I will still be posting even though I will be gone because I am that extra!
Anyways, this is going to be a long post so why don’t we just get into it?
Author: Kat de Falla
Pub. Date: May 24, 2018
Publisher: Kat de Falla
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo
About the book:”Manda Wolfgram is a struggling literary agent who is looking for the perfect manuscript to land in her lap and the perfect man to land in her bed. When the sixth-floor hottie finally asks her out, she gets more than she bargained for. How can a girl wrap her brain around a Shakespearean actor who writes erotica?
Harry Sackes leads a double life: making a career as an author by day and dipping into the dark underworld of criminals at night. The moment he sees Manda in his twin brother’s arms, his whole life becomes his personal Shakespearean trag-comedy of mistaken identity and unrequited love in this fast-paced chick lit romance.”
“‘To thine own self be true.’” Hamlet. Dane would be incredible as Hamlet. Back in those baggy pants, the sword fighting, the tortured expression he’d wear over Ophelia’s death. I shifted in my chair. I wanted to see him on stage again. My own private stage.
“That’s all I’m saying. Don’t try to be somethin’ you’re not for anybody. Sarah fell in love with you before you were converted. Talk to her, and work it out.”
After the game, I went back up to my place and let my lazy afternoon thoughts drift back to Dane. Beefer needed his long walk, and then I crawled back into bed with my laptop to do some work.
The world had all kinds of people. Trained Shakespearian actors. Erotica authors like this Harry from my building. And I crossed my fingers that Dane would get another chance…soon…at a real first kiss. One like you read about in the greatest love stories.
I opened some query emails. The third one stopped me cold:
Dear Hottie McAgent Wolfie, aka my Manda,
It was such a pleasure meeting your brother this weekend and letting him peruse my work firsthand. I think I’m finally ready to take my writing to the next level, and you, my dear, are my girl. Don’t pass me off to another agent. My answer will be no. But if you sign me, I’ll take you to heights you never thought possible.
Something about that name jogged my memory. I pulled out the program for Romeo and Juliet. The playbill read, “Romeo…played by Dane Sackes.”
Please no. Don’t let them be related.
Working my way toward my office the next morning, I juggled my coffee, computer bag, and oversized purse. Tossing down my stuff, I almost tipped over the two dozen roses on my already overcrowded desk. Assaulted by the sweet scent, I moved my computer bag and purse onto the floor and set the coffee on a side table piled high with books, manuscripts, and Maggie’s latest shipment of books and promotional materials like bookmarks, postcards, and banners.
My office was not much bigger than Vanessa’s walk-in closet. My desk had space for my computer, a lamp with a red velvet shade, piles of paper edits, and my beloved hover drone remote control toy. Impossible to keep the tiny space tidy, I’d resigned myself to overcrowded bookshelves and endless stacks of paper. My one indulgence being a matching red velvet reading chair placed adjacent to the prison-sized window, which boasted a view of yet another high-rise. But light of day was light of day.
With both hands finally free, I collected a bunch of the roses, still in petite bud form, and held them to my face, like a mother holds a child’s face before smothering it in kisses. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply as the silky buds tickled my fingertips. A note was attached, the envelope inscribed with the insignia of a florist two blocks east of this building.
I plopped into my reading chair by the window and ripped open the envelope, savoring the fact the words inside were written in messy cursive. A handwritten note was fast becoming a lost art with the advent of email and flowers dot com.
What’s in a name? I’d never judge you by yours and hope you don’t judge me by mine. I’d like another chance to show you who I am, if you’ll let me. I can still feel you in my arms after R&J.
Holy schnickes. Finding it hard not to be smitten, I shot Ally a text:
Dane sent roses. I guess a second date is a go!”
Kat was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare. She holds a Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist. She is married to her soul mate, composer Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch. The Seer’s Lover was Kat’s first book and she is working feverishly on four different series at the moment!
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