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Today I'm featuring Lyric and Lingerie as part of the book's Blog Tour!
About the Book:
From New York Times
Bestselling author Tracy Wolff and International Bestselling author Katie
Graykowski comes a sexy tale of love, laughter and lingerie …
Lyric Wright is an
off-beat astrophysicist whose life is falling apart around her. After losing
her fiancé to a hula dancing astrologer and losing her dress to an ill-fated
leap of faith, she’s sure there’s nowhere for her life to go but up. At least
until she sits down on a trans-Pacific flight next to the one man she never
wanted to see again—the boy she’d lost her heart and her virginity too back
before she’d learned that friendship and football don’t equal true love.
Broken down
quarterback Heath Montgomery is on a plane ride to nowhere. Dodging the phone
call he’s certain will end his professional football career for good, he might
be Texas bound, but he knows there’s nowhere for him to go but down. But that’s
before his childhood best friend and confidante plops back into his life
wearing nothing but duct tape and a bad attitude. Determined not to lose her
again (especially since he isn’t sure why he lost her the first time) and
desperate to outrun his own shadowy future, Heath sets out to take Lyric on the
ride of her life. Too bad she only dates men who actually know what her
butterfly nebula is … and can find it without the help of a star chart.
Add in one
passive-aggressive flight attendant with delusions of couture, a cherry red car
with a crush on Neil Diamond, an over-protective sister with a black belt in
Krav Maga, two parents determined to marry their spinster daughter off to the
hometown hero no matter the cost, and a whole lot of lingerie popping up in all
the right places at all the wrong times and you’ve got an unforgettable love
story that fans of Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Rachel Gibson won’t want to
miss!
Excerpt:
Tre chose that moment to flounce down the aisle. He stopped
at her seat, held a blanket out to her. “Here’s your cape, Wonder Woman. I
thought you might be cold.” He glanced down at the shoes and purse she’d
crammed into the seat pocket in front of her. “You need to stow those under the
seat in front of you. In case of turbulence, the last thing Wonder Woman needs
is a stiletto in the eye.”
“I couldn’t bend that
far. The dress is too tight.”
“Whining is so unbecoming. Don’t you know we girls have been
suffering for fashion for centuries?” But he reached forward and pulled the
shoes out. “We’ll just store these overhead. No bending necessary.”
He flicked the
blanket open, stood back debating his options, and then slid a corner into her
cleavage like a huge napkin before tucking the rest around her. “Can I get you
anything else?”
Lyric swallowed the lump in her throat, absurdly grateful
for the fact that she’d somehow ended up on a plane with a flight attendant who
was kind and benevolent in his own bitchy way. “A glass of water would be
nice.”
He patted her shoulder. “Oh, honey, you’ve earned a lot more
than a little H two uh-oh. I’ll be right back.” Beside her, the newspaper was
shaking. She hoped it was laughter and not a seizure, but from this angle she
couldn’t be sure. What was with this guy anyway? He made the Unabomber seem
chatty.
Tre came back
brandishing an entire basket of liquor bottles in one hand and a glass of ice
in the other. “I didn’t think one would be enough. What would you like?”
Lyric eyed the display, thought of the long flight in front
of her, and said, “Yes, please,” as she scooped the entire basket right out of
his hand. “And a glass of cranberry juice when you get a chance.”
“Great idea. Give your liver a vitamin infusion before
hitting the hard stuff … like breaking the fall from a tenstory building with a
pillow. Just for fun, I’ll bring you some tomato juice too. I’d hate to have to
slap your forehead later because you coulda had a V8.” He glanced at the
newspaper. “Can I get you anything, big guy?”
The newspaper didn’t so much as quiver, but a muffled, “No,
I’m good,” did float over the top of it.
“He’s famous,” Tre
mouthed. He leaned down and whispered next to her ear, “Who knew a newspaper
was so versatile? Reading material and shield from the hordes of comatose
passengers who are even now leaping over the seats to get to him, pen in hand
for autographs. It’s a good thing you’re duct-taped into that dress, Wonder
Woman, otherwise you might jump him too.”
“Who is it? The Rock?” She would have eased up and peeked
over the paper, but in this dress, easing was anything but easy.
The paper rattled angrily, and Tre’s eyes widened. “I don’t
think he’s a WWF fan. I’ll get that cranberry juice now.”
Traitor. Lyric watched him hightail it down the aisle. Oh
sure, he had no problem flouncing down here and riling up Mr. Uncongeniality,
but the second things got a little tense, he left her to deal with the fallout.
This was all she needed … a narcissistic, Rock-hating seatmate with a bionic
knee and possession of HER armrest.
She opened a bottle of vodka. To hell with the cranberry
juice. She couldn’t wait that long.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lower the paper
about halfway. She couldn’t see much from this vantage point, and after Tre’s
latest stunt, she didn’t want to be too obvious. Famous people didn’t like
being gawked at—or so she’d heard.
Under the guise of turning on her overhead light, she
elbowed her way onto the armrest and tried to peek around the paper. It moved
to block her view. This guy was cagey, but curiosity had been her guiding
star—take that, Rob; she had stars too—for as long as she could remember. Since
subterfuge wasn’t her strong suit, she shoved the basket his way. “There’s
enough for two.”
He snorted. “It looks
like there’s enough there for half the plane.”
Lyric froze, vodka bottle halfway to her lips. She knew that
voice. And not from a Hollywood movie or TV show. No, she knew it because it
was the last thing she’d heard before her heart had shattered like Humpty
Dumpty—into so many pieces it could never be put back together again.
My Review:
Two childhood friends turned lovers is the theme of this
story. Lyric’s father was rushed to the hospital after a massive heart attack
and Lyric flies from Hawaii to Texas to be with her family. A series of hilarious
events lead up and continue after she realizes her seatmate is none other than
Heath Montgomery, the star football player of the Houston Wranglers! He also
happens to be her former best friend and teenage love.
This story is so darn funny!! Lyric takes life seriously
because she is an astrophysicist. Heath likes tall tales, jokes, and letting
loose, so the sarcastic banter between the two kept me laughing and wanting to
read more! It’s the perfect light rom-com book to take up an afternoon!
My Rating: 5 Stars
*a copy of this book was provided in exchange for a honest review.
