It's First BOOK Friday! For the next few months, we're going to highlight the first book from each of the Nine Naughties. Sometimes people find us further down our backlist, sometimes readers think they're picking up our first book when really it's number 3 or so, sometimes our first book was so long ago even we've forgotten! (just kidding... it's true that you never forget your first!). So we thought it would be fun to revisit the books that started it all for each of us!
This month we're featuring the first book from Kate Davies, Taking the Cake.
A note from Kate:
Back in 2006, I was
writing a romantic suspense novel when Stella Cameron announced her Scarlet Boa
contest. Though the book wasn't finished, I submitted a suspense scene from it,
and ended up in the top ten. All the finalists were posted for public voting.
I didn't win. But a
short time after the contest ended, I got an email from the contest coordinator
letting me know that an editor for a new, not-yet-up-and-running e-press was
interested in seeing the manuscript. If I wanted, they would pass along her
contact information.
Well, I was wary, but
did a little research and finally decided that though the book wasn't done, I
would be willing to submit something else instead. I wrote the editor - Angela
James - and offered two connected novellas in place of the unfinished novel.
She said go ahead and
send them, and three weeks later I got an email offering for both.
(And the romantic
suspense? Still hasn't found a home. So if I'd been done with that one and sent
it in instead, my writing career would look very different - or might not have
happened at all!)
Blurb:
A walk on the wild
side with her favorite bad boy is just what this good girl needs!
Mollie Mason is sure
her night can't get any worse. Stuck in
an inflatable rubber cake, she overhears her fiancé slamming her to the entire guest
list of his bachelor party—and then she catches him cheating! But discovering her high school crush has
witnessed her humiliation is the icing on the cake.
Cade Gallagher has
wanted Mollie for years. And when she
asks him to help her prove to the world—and herself—that she's not just a good
girl, he knows he'd be a fool to say no.
But she wants a temporary fling.
Will two weeks be enough time to convince her to take a chance on
him—forever?
Excerpt:
If she never saw the
inside of another cake, it would be too soon.
Mollie Mason shifted
uncomfortably, hoping the music cueing her “arrival” would hurry up and start
playing. The combination mask/headdress had shifted, leaving her able to see
out of only one side, not that there was much to see at the moment besides the
dark interior of a round rubber container. And to make matters worse, her
spangly leotard was slowly creeping up her butt.
Of course, the pop-up
rubber cake left little room to adjust either situation, so she was left
crouching on all fours, legs cramping, a half-blind butt-flossing idiot.
At least it wasn’t a
real cake, she thought, blinking drops of sweat out of her eyes. She could be
worrying about getting crumbs and frosting in unmentionable places.
Instead, she had
plenty of time to wonder if it was possible to suffocate inside such a confined
space.
“Seattle Tax
Accountant Dies Inside Bachelor Party Cake.” Yeah, that’s the legacy she wanted
to leave.
Still no music; if
they didn’t get her out of this thing soon she was going to completely freak
out.
And a sobbing,
jabbering mess was probably the last thing anyone wanted to see tonight.
For a moment, she let herself
wonder—very briefly—how Blaine was going to react when she popped out of the
cake. Although the stripper she’d bribed to let her take over the cake-jumping
job insisted this was the most modest outfit available, it still revealed far
more than she was usually comfortable revealing. At least the mask would hide
her identity from the other guys in attendance. She might want to surprise
Blaine, maybe shock him out of the complacency that seemed to be creeping into
their relationship, but she had no intention of letting his friends and
co-workers know that the girl popping out of the cake tonight would be walking
down the aisle next Saturday.
She might be feeling a
little daring tonight, but she wasn’t a complete moron.
Mollie stretched her
neck from side to side, trying to work out the kinks that seemed to be
multiplying with each second inside this cake-shaped casket. The weight of the
headdress only added to her discomfort—how in the world did showgirls dance
every night in Vegas wearing these things?
The scent of
disinfectant spray and stale body odor wafted past her nose again, making her
gag. How did the poor women who did this for a living tolerate it? Not that
they had much choice—the strippers’ union wasn’t exactly a powerhouse in labor
relations.
Showed what a
sheltered life she led. Until tonight, she’d never even considered these
issues.
Her hiding place
lurched, nearly sending her sprawling on her butt. Mollie’s heart rate
accelerated. Someone was rolling the cake out into the middle of the hotel
suite where the party was taking place.
At least it would be
over soon. Then she’d drag Blaine to a back room and let him in on the secret,
plant a big kiss on him, and hightail it over to Caroline’s place to collect
her fifty bucks.
She’d fulfilled her
terms of the dare, so Caroline had better not kick about paying up.
She’d be lucky if
Mollie didn’t insist on double for pain and suffering.
She shifted once
again, trying to keep her legs from falling asleep, and settled back to listen
for her cue.
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2 comments:
Kate, that's a great story! I'm super jealous you got to work with Angie :)
Angie is AWESOME. I love being edited by her - she kicks my butt and makes me a better writer for it.
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