Married to Maggie rescues Tysen at the airport!

Here's a small excerpt from MARRIED TO MAGGIE. This scene is directly after Maggie and Tysen meet in an airport gift shop, where he was trying to hide from paparazzi. He started having chest pains and Maggie came to his aid. Unbeknownst to him, she's well-aware he's the heir to the wealthy of his identity and was actually there to track him down per an agreement with his grandfather.  

I loved this scene and wanted to share it with you.

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‘Six foot-four, tousled blondish-brown hair, striking resemblance to Jon Bon Jovi, blue eyes that will win you over in a heartbeat and behaves like the world revolves around him’. Maggie had played those words over in her head again and again, questioning the sanity of the agreement she’d entered into with billionaire T. Loy Vincent, I. She’d walked through Reno-Tahoe International Airport three times, trying to be subtle with her inspection of people passing by, occasionally checking the photo Loy had provided. Actually, she didn’t need a picture to recognize Tysen Loy Vincent, III, since he was one of the most photographed persons in the world. The infamous, playboy heir to the Vincent oil fortune graced magazine covers and front pages of newspapers almost daily. He was larger than life; known to woo starlets, top models, even a pickle heiress. Checking the photo numerous times wasn’t to jog her memory as to what he looked like, but rather a concrete reminder that she’d lost her mind.

Frustrated that Tysen had slipped by, she’d popped into the gift shop for a bottle of water. To her shock, there he was, in disguise – a poor disguise, at that – in the middle of some kind of episode that had him clutching his chest. Heart attack had screamed in Maggie’s mind and for good reason, she’d been his grandfather’s cardiac rehab nurse for the last few months. Ty inherited his grandfather’s good looks, possibly his faulty ticker as well. She’d rushed to help, only to be bitten by his well-known fondness for sarcasm; something else that seemed inherited.

Did she get fired for inappropriate neck touching? Maggie had been tempted to hit the fool with a rolled up magazine. Instead, she was at an airport gate, sitting next to him with her feet crossed at the ankles, trying to stabilize her own heart. For reasons she didn’t understand, the darn thing was hell-bent on doing a river dance against her ribs.

Ty Vincent was gorgeous and worldly. How would she persuade someone like him to marry her? What had Loy been thinking? What had she been thinking? If she’d taken time to think things through, she wouldn’t be in Reno immersed in a sideways scheme.

She feigned surprise when he identified himself and then jabbed him with a smart remark about the hairpiece. He shrugged, ditched the rug in his carryon, ran his hands through his sexy mess of hair and plied her with that well-known, handsome smile.

Their conversation didn’t include the normal questions, like why she was in Reno or why he was there. He didn’t ask and she didn’t offer. And vice versa.

Something indefinable sparkled in his eyes. Maggie’s palms started to sweat. Her nerve endings prickled like she was about to be struck by lightning.

Ty shifted in his seat. “I have something to ask you that might sound a little off-the-wall. Your first instinct will be to say no, but hear me out, okay?”

Maggie wanted to come across as cautious and baffled that someone like him would ask someone like her anything. She purposely drew out her response. “Ohhh-kayyyy.”

Ty cleared his throat, twice. “I need a…wife. Just for a little while.” He didn’t bat an eye. “Marry me.”

If a person’s mouth could drop to their belly button, then Maggie’s was there. She widened her eyes, although she shouldn’t be the least bit shocked. This was Tysen Vincent. He was known for peculiar behavior. She’d come to Nevada to get him to propose, still, hearing the words come out of his mouth stunned her to the core. She tried to talk…and breathe…but her voice and lungs were rendered incapable of doing their jobs.

This was not real. None of it. Any second now, she expected a TV camera crew to pop out from their hiding places to inform her that Loy and Ty involved her in a prank. She hoped they’d do it soon so she could breathe again.

Thanks for popping in to read about Maggie & Ty!

Love, 

Jan

Bold move? Or borderline crazytown?

It's a new week and I feel compelled to write about my latest bravery (or foolishness). Writing Prompts. Personally, I love them. One word, or a few, triggers a picture in my head and I see a story unfolding. I thought perhaps I could do the same for you. That's where the spark came for my Creatively Done Series.

I should back up a wee bit. A year ago, I composed a book about creativity and included 99 prompts. This year, I came up with ideas for two more books. Since I now have three, I decided to make them into a series. I changed the original cover art for the first book so it would work well with the other two. 

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Here's the part where I question whether this project was borderline crazytown. My forte is contemporary and historical romance stories, and humorous women's fiction tales. Am I on a rickety bridge for thinking I can also write prompts that someone will actually want to use? Probably. But I'm of the mindset that you should listen to the little crazytown voice needling you to do something.

 

 

I made the bold move. I satisfied the craziness. That's it. That's the post.

May you all experience a little crazytown needling and that you're brave enough to listen to it! 

Thank you for popping in.

Love,

Jan