After a long couple of weeks with no posts thanks to ruddy exams (one down, three to go!), I have something fun and exciting for you all. Today marks the start of the blog tour for Darcie Boleyn’s Something Old, Something New, and after reviewing her Wish Upon a Christmas Cake last year, I jumped at the chance to get involved. Sadly, I haven’t time to read the book yet due to the joys of university (#notreallyjoyousatall), and so today I have an excerpt from the book to whet your appetite.
I wanted to wear my baggy old joggers but Cassie wouldn’t allow it. She had a
slightly larger pair of Lycra running pants and a sports bra and she made me change
into them. They almost fit, although I have serious side-boob coming out of the bra’s
armpits. Cassie’s only concession was letting me put my t-shirt back on over the bra,
so at least half of me is covered up, although I’m really not happy with the way that
these trousers cling to my bum and thighs; it’s like wearing a full-body corset and I’m
almost afraid to move in case I burst a seam.
However, Cassie forces me out the door and we walk briskly to the local park
where Vlad is meeting us. My stomach churns in a mess of fear and apprehension.
What if Vlad isn’t happy that Cassie has brought along her neighbour? What if I’m so
unfit that I have some sort of attack during the workout that renders me helpless? My
children need me. How would they manage if I wasn’t there to care for them and to
earn a living? What if I’m as bad at this as I was at PE during my own school days?
Then another thought overpowers the others: Why am I so worried about a stupid
workout session? It might actually be fun.
‘Come on, Annie!’ Cassie scolds, taking hold of my arm and leading me through
the gates into the pre-spring confines of the park. I notice that the warning sign about
letting dogs off their leads hangs at an angle on the fence, so the black silhouette dog
looks like it’s doing a circus trick by balancing on its nose. I snigger. No letting your
dog do circus tricks in the park or you face a possible fine of up to one thousand
pounds. I can’t imagine Dragon managing to get up on his big squishy nose unless he
overexerted himself sniffing the ground after Fairy Princess had done a wee.
‘Is that him?’ I ask, swallowing hard against the lump that lodges in my throat
when I spy a giant Adonis up ahead. He’s so gorgeous that I swear the sun is actually
breaking through the clouds above his head and filtering down upon him to make him
glow like some kind of spirit. But this man is no apparition; he is clearly, undeniably,
evidently, one hundred percent flesh and bone. So much hard male flesh and muscle.
Cassie follows my pointing finger and nods.
‘Oh yes, that is Vlad.’ She quickly pulls a compact out of her cleavage and applies
some lipstick. How on earth did she fit the mirror and lipstick in there? She notices
me staring in confusion and winks. ‘It’s the implants, honey. They cradle anything,
even a big, hard…’ My cheeks flame as she winks again. For a moment, as we
approach Vlad, I ponder the sex act she referred to and wonder if it’s possible. Apart
from a few high school fumbles, there was only ever Dex and our very tame and
infrequent sex life – which confused me at the time but was understandable when he
finally came out – and before him, Evan. Sex with Dex was quick and quiet but sex
with Evan was so…
I can’t think about it right now. I shouldn’t think about it.
Vlad is huge and as we stand before him I have to force my mouth shut. I mean,
gaping like an idiot would not go down well. At all. But, just, wow! I take him in from
his cropped honey blond hair to his strong square jaw, his tree trunk thick neck to his
shoulders the width of a Chevy bonnet, then down his muscular arms which bulge out
from a tight black t-shirt.
I only stop staring because someone is saying my name.
‘Annie!’ It’s Cassie.
‘Uh… yeah?’ I lick my lips and drag my attention away from Vlad to meet my
friend’s curious gaze.
‘I just introduced you to Vlad. Say hello.’ She gestures at him and as I turn to look
at him again and meet his twinkling eyes, my cheeks fill with heat. He holds out a
hand the size of a spade and I shake it. His grip is vice-like and I realise that he could
snap me like a twig. He reminds me of a Viking as he stands before me, all raw
masculinity, bulging biceps and energy. It occurs to me that it’s been a long time
since I’ve ogled a man and I quite like it. Standing before him I feel womanly, I feel
good, I feel… alive.
|A heartwarming, giggleinducing romance from Darcie Boleyn, just in time for the wedding season!
Will you marry me…again?
When Annie Thomas agrees to give her ex away at his wedding to his boyfriend, she thinks she’ll be fine.
With her three children at her side, she can handle anything. Then she finds out her gorgeous first exhusband
Evan Llewellyn is flying in from his glamorous life in New York to attend as well!
An unexpected pregnancy ended their relationship and as she stumbles through the ups and downs of life as a
working single mum – helping everyone else find a happy ending along the way – Annie refuses to believe
their old and incredibly hot spark can still exist.
It’s only when she and Evan are forced to face up to the past together that they’ll discover if they can have
their own happilyeverafter too!
Let me know what you thought in the comments below, and why not enter this giveaway for your chance to win a copy all for yourself?