How do you think you’d manage?
Hello and thank you for letting
me visit here today. I hope everyone is having a lovely and safe holiday season.
I am here today to introduce you
to Cameron and Scott, the two heroes in my brand new novella, One Perfect Wish
and to talk about the predicament Scott finds himself in, and how you think you
would manage if you were placed in the same position.
Scott Baxter a workaholic with
no time for love. Used to working in a high pressure job he is no stranger to
the task of thinking on his feet. This is a talent that comes in particularly
useful when he finds himself playing the role of husband to Cameron. After all,
convincing a total stranger that you are the man they have known for years
isn’t easy.
Imagine for a moment you were in
the position Scott finds himself in. You not only don’t know the man you are
married to, you won’t even know your way around the house. You’d have no idea
what is kept in what cupboard or how your lover takes his coffee (or even if he
drinks it). Unless you’re a mind reader you’d soon be struggling.
As for leaving the house – you
might not even know the way to the local shop.
Every word you speak could
potentially give you away. You might suddenly stop using a pet name for your
partner. You might ask who someone your lover mentions is, when in fact you
should already know.
Then there is the whole sex with
a stranger issue. For Scott this isn’t much of a problem, at least not while he
is viewing the whole day as a form of one night stand. But many people would be
reluctant to hop into bed with a stranger just like that.
Thankfully for Scott, he has a
little help from the djinn who has landed him in this position. And when the
djinn isn’t offering useful information, he has his own wits to get him through
the day.
But how do you think you would
do? Would you be able to convince a
stranger you are their husband or wife?
Or would that wish be shattered within minutes of your arrival?
I suspect I would not be up to
the task myself!
~ L.M. Brown
Blurb:
Playing
the part of another man’s husband to fulfil a wish is easy, but what happens at
midnight when the magical day is over?
Scott Baxter is a workaholic
with no time for love, until a djinn pulls him out of his life and deposits him
into the bed of Cameron Kirk. Cut off from his life, Scott isn’t happy about
the idea of being forced to help the djinn grant an unspecified wish, but he
soon finds he has no real choice in the matter. The djinn, who has turned his
life upside down, has powers that prevent Scott from leaving and ensure he does
nothing to ruin Cameron’s day with his ‘husband’.
Reluctant at first, Scott finds
that as the day progresses he starts to enjoy playing the role of Cameron’s
husband. He connects with his unexpected lover in a way he never has with other
men.
Scott searches for clues to help
him track down Cameron after the day is over and he returns to his own life. He
doesn’t want the day to end, but the wish is out of his control and when the
magic is finished his time with Cameron may be over too.
Excerpt:
Scott Baxter woke
with a strange feeling something wasn’t quite right. Half asleep and with his
eyes still closed, he tried to figure out what could be different. The bed
seemed too soft and far more luxurious than the cheap hotel mattress he vaguely
recalled crashing on the night before. A thick duvet covered him and he could
feel warmth similar to the heat that usually came from another body close up
against him. He couldn’t recall ever waking in a hotel with such contentment as
he felt this morning.
After working nearly
forty-eight hours straight, he had flown back to England on the red eye,
practically sleepwalked to a taxi, and had finally fallen into bed exhausted.
Long overdue for a break, he told himself he’d take one after his latest
consulting project had been completed. He told himself the same thing every
time, even though he knew his boss would have another job lined up for him
before the final work had been finished on this one.
“Morning,” a sleepy
voice murmured into his ear.
Scott froze. His
unexpected bedmate moved and Scott noticed he had some serious morning wood
pressed against his arse.
He opened his eyes.
Only his companion’s arm wrapped around Scott’s chest stopped him falling out
of bed from the shock. Had the relentless pressure of his job finally caused
him to snap?
The hotel room had
vanished and instead he appeared to be in someone’s house. The drapes over the
patio doors had been pulled back and a snow-covered garden stretched toward a
frozen pond. Light snow fell from the cloudy sky. The landscape outside the
doors seemed more like January than May.
“Scott, are you
okay?”
Scott didn’t know
what to say. Had he been drugged and kidnapped? And if so, why? He wasn’t
anyone important and his family didn’t have the money to pay any ransom.
“Ah good, you’re
awake,” a second voice said. Like the first, this voice also belonged to a man,
though he seemed to have a slight accent Scott couldn’t place.
Scott wondered how
many men he had climbed into bed with last night, before he saw the second
speaker stood at the end of the bed with his arms folded across his bare chest.
With baggy silk trousers and golden metal cuffs on his wrists, he could have
stepped straight out of Arabian Nights.
“What the hell is
going on?” Scott shouted as he tried to untangle himself from the arms of the
man sharing his bed. His companion wasn’t exactly helping him and instead
seemed to be frozen in place like a statue. He poked the man with a finger. His
skin felt normal, yet the other man didn’t react at all.
“You’re here to
fulfill a wish,” the man at end of the bed told him. “I’m a djinn and I’m here
to explain your present situation.”
Scott stopped
contemplating the statue man beside him. “Excuse me?”
The djinn nodded.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind. We grant wishes to those who summon us.
Well, I’m here because someone wished for you.”
A headache started
behind Scott’s eyes. He didn’t have time for this nonsense.
Author
Bio:
L.M. Brown lives in England, in
a quaint little village that time doesn't seem to have touched. No, wait a
minute—that's the retirement biography. Right now she is in England in a medium
sized town that no one has ever heard of, so she won't bore you with the
details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes that they
weren't all inside her head.
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readers so don't be shy.
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