I just love novels by Jan Romes. They are fun, witty, quirky and entertaining. Jan knows how to pace a love story and blend romance and wit perfectly. Jan's latest novel is Three Days With Molly. I can't wait to read this story and will definitely share my review of it in a future post. Until then, here is a description of the novel and an excerpt for you to enjoy. If you love a fun romance - you will love novels by Jan Romes.
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Jan Romes
Book Description:
Finn Riley is a hard-working country-rock star whose less-than-meager upbringing turned him into a guarded, self-proclaimed heartless bastard. He's about to embark on a summer concert tour and is in need of a personal assistant.
Molly Williams is a stressed-out, over-worked aide to a
divorce lawyer. She's dealt with people suffering from heartache and
irreconcilable differences for so long that she thinks all relationships are
doomed. When her boss takes a sudden leave of absence, she's gifted with three-months
to do whatever she wants. A friend talks her into stumping as Finn's assistant.
Can two work-aholics with trust issues lighten up long
enough to follow their hearts? Or will they kill each other before the tour is
over?
Where to buy:
Read my reviews of two of Jan's other novels:
Stay Close, Novac!
Jan Romes grew up in a
small town in Ohio
An Excerpt from Three Days With Molly
Finn tossed and turned, punched his
pillow for the hundredth time, and tried to block out the day that had been a
calamity of errors. Molly was upsetting the rhythm of his life and stretching
the trial basis so tight it was about to snap in two. She was a major
disruption. He did a minute by minute accounting of the things that had gone
wrong since her arrival. The woman stood out in the pouring rain, for crying
out loud. He took a soul-cleansing breath, and made a firm decision – if
tomorrow went the way today did, she was out of there.
Giving his fans the best of him for
three months required one-hundred percent focus…and sleep.
He closed his eyes again and tried to
clear his mind.
Fifteen minutes later he rolled to
his side to stare at the clock on the nightstand. He’d been trying to shut down
for hours. It was now four-thirty in the morning. He crawled out of bed and
headed to the kitchen. On the way, he noticed a small light shining above
Molly’s bunk. It appeared someone else couldn’t doze off.
Finn tiptoed to the fridge, poured a
glass of milk, and perched himself lengthwise on the couch. He took his first
sip, and Molly was suddenly there looking bedraggled but beautiful.
“I couldn’t sleep either.” She yawned
and parked herself at the kitchen table.
“Join me.” Finn threw his legs off
the couch to make room for her.
“Finn, I’m sorry for being a pain.”
She blinked with dewy lashes.
Had she been crying? Finn’s heart
clenched. “Shh,” he said. “Let’s not rehash the day. We need to relax and wipe the
slate clean. Get a fresh start tomorrow.”
Their gazes connected.
“Thank you.”
For half an hour, they made small
talk about the unusually hot summer, how the lack of rain – until earlier today
– had put the Midwest in one of the worst
droughts ever, and how the temperature had teetered close to a hundred degrees
for the past week.
Molly pointed to the leather bands
tied at his wrist. “Those are unique.”
Finn removed one and handed it to
her. “I made them.”
“Seriously?” Molly inspected the
band, turning it over, running her fingers over the soft leather. “This is
really great.”
An odd emotion made him shift like he
couldn’t get comfortable.
“I love how you used a guitar pick as
decoration.”
Damn it all to hell, he was
embarrassed. For the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. “Thanks.”
Molly handed it back.
Finn shook his head. “You can have
it.”
Oh, no, I can’t accept this.”
“Sure you can. I want you to have
it.” Finn tied the leather band around Molly’s wrist. “There.” He turned her
wrist to show the band from every angle. “Looks pretty good.”
“It does,” she said softly. “Thank
you so much.”
“My pleasure.” Finn detailed how easy
it was to make the wristband – some leather cord, a few knots, and a guitar
pick. He made her laugh when he shared that he broke well over a hundred picks
before he got it right.
Finn loved when Molly laughed; her
whole body shook.
Molly lifted an impish brow. “How’d
you get it right?”
“I finally wised up and took a dozen
to the jewelry store. They drilled tiny holes on each end of the pick, big
enough for me to fish the leather cord through.
“You’re a complex man, Finn. There’s
so much to you that it would take a lifetime to discover.” Molly scrunched her
face like she couldn’t believe she said such a thing.
“Not true. I’m a simple man.” He
laughed. “I just have a lot of hang-ups that make me seem complex.”
Molly touched his arm. “Tell me about
the real Finn Riley, not the version that makes headlines. I’d like to get to
know the guy who makes wristbands and writes songs.”
Finn slanted Molly a deprecating
smile. “I did tell you about the real Finn Riley. Heartless bastard, remember?”
Molly’s eyes sparkled. Damn it. They
sparkled.
Deanna, thank you so much for having me on your blog today!! It's a joy to be here! I'm excited about Three Days With Molly and happy to share a tidbit :-))
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Jan