Best
Foot Forward
Liberty
‘Libby’ Lawrence adores designer labels – even though she can’t
afford many. And she especially loves shoes. Her favourites are
Christian Louboutins – though not those fake ones Bianca
Morrison-Wright gets from the market (the red paint rubs off the
soles and everything!)
She’s
working as a manager (albeit junior
manager) at a London hotel, when the boss announces that there has
been a theft from his office. Libby couldn’t help noticing some
strange marks on his carpet when she was called in for a reprimand
recently (not that it was her fault, or anything) which lead her to
surmise who the thief is.
Detective
Sergeant James Harper, the hunky policemen who is assigned the case,
seems interested in her theory – until she names her number one
suspect. Libby is devastated, not only because he doesn’t believe
her but – more importantly – that this guy knows NOTHING about
shoes!
As
Libby struggles to convince the sergeant that her hunch is right, her
boss that she’s ready for promotion and herself that she’s not
really falling for the gorgeous copper, she realises that maybe she’s
wrong about the theft, she’s not suited to the hotel industry and
that the handsome hunk is married!
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Excerpt
I’m busy watching a yummy
copper-haired guy who’s just walked through from the bar and is
looking around. It’s him.
It’s Mr Handsome Hunk himself.
Oh my God.
My heart pounds like a bass
drum.
Cassie’s nearest and goes up
to him, seating him on table twelve, just next to the deuce by the
window. That’s a table of two, by the way, not just a tennis term.
I quickly pick up a menu and
head over, trying not to catch the attention of the two reporters on
the next table. Cassie’s eyes flash at me as our paths cross, and I
suspect she’s thinking the same as me – what
a stud!
‘Good afternoon, sir.’ I
smile as I hand him the menu. ‘The soup today is potato and leek,
and I’m afraid we’ve run out of lamb.’
He doesn’t even smile as he
takes the menu from me. There’s a thud in my stomach.
‘Pity, I quite fancy lamb
today.’
I daren’t tell him what –
or rather who - I
fancy.
‘Sorry, sir.’
He frowns; I hope it’s not
because of the lamb.
‘Just be careful of the
vegetables,’ Ben calls over from the next table.
‘You’re okay if you just
want a pea, though,’ Rob chimes in with a chuckle.
Very funny.
I shoot them a dirty look, stick my nose in the air and walk away. Or
at least, I would
have walked away if my heel hadn’t got caught in the tablecloth as
I spun around. I yelp as my ankle twists and there’s a clatter of
silverware as the contents of table twelve hurtle through the air,
firing all around me like bullets as I fall with a hefty slam, ending
up sprawled across the floor in between the two tables.
‘Libby, are you okay?’
Cassie’s there in an instant. I peer up gingerly, having covered my
head with my arms in case the wineglasses came crashing over me.
‘I think so,’ I say,
sitting up carefully.
The reporters on table
fourteen are laughing hysterically, while the man on twelve is
shaking his head and holding two glasses in his hands.
‘I’m really sorry.’ I
slowly stand while Cassie gathers the cutlery.
‘I saved these.’ The man
hands me the two wineglasses. ‘Perhaps I could sit at table
thirteen instead?’
‘I’m afraid we don’t
have one,’ I murmur. ‘It’s considered, um...unlucky.’
About the Author: Bea Stevens
Bea lives in the beautiful countryside of Shropshire, England, but is never averse to taking a trip to the local (and not-so-local) towns to check out the big stores for new shoes and bags (all in the name of research, of course 😉).
She has worked mainly in catering and admin, but had to give up her job when her fight against breast cancer took another downward turn. An eternal optimist, she took the opportunity to write – something she has always loved. Every cloud... and all that!
She hopes very much that you share her sense of humour and that you enjoy her first Chick Lit novel, Best Foot Forward.
Please feel free to contact her at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorBeaStevens/
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Scarlett
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