Lacey has dreamed of opening a restaurant for years - but first, she needs a loan. When Garrett Halifax, her roommate's Harvard-educated brother, offers to help her clean up her appearance and manner to impress the bank manager, she jumps at the chance. She makes mistake after mistake, and perhaps the biggest mistake is falling for sexy Garret.
This modern retelling of My Fair Lady offers all the humor of the original movie with a splash of romance thrown in.
Jojo Halifax, Lacey's roommate, believes that winning Echo Ridge's float competition is just what her fledgling art career needs. And if that means giving her ex-boyfriend, Anthony, a second chance so she can be a designer on his team, well, she's willing to make the sacrifice. But when a lost bet leads to a blind date with her brother's friend, Wyatt, she begins to have second thoughts about second chances. Wyatt is handsome and charming and just might have been paid to make her forget about Anthony. Is falling for his charm worth the risk or should she take Anthony back again?
Romantic comedy lovers will eat these two novellas up!
Janette Rallison is old. Don’t ask how old, because it isn’t polite. Let’s just say she’s older than she’d like to be and leave it at that.
Janette lives in Chandler, Arizona with her husband, five children and enough cats to classify her as “an eccentric cat lady.” She did not do this on purpose. (The cats, that is; she had the children on purpose.) Every single one of the felines showed up on its own and refuses to leave. Not even the family’s fearless little Westie dog can drive them off.
Since Janette has five children and deadlines to write books, she doesn’t have much time left over for hobbies. But since this is the internet and you can’t actually check up to see if anything on this site is true, let’s just say she enjoys dancing, scuba diving, horse back riding and long talks with Orlando Bloom. (Well, I never said he answers back.)
Excerpt – From My Lair Lacey
She pressed her lips together and tried again. “Couldn’t you find some authors who write more entertainingly?”
He didn’t answer because he was typing instructions into his laptop. He had a list of grammar rules that he kept adding to when she made a mistake. She was supposed to go over his list every day.
She glared at his bent head. Why did he always have to act like a teacher? Had he even given her parted lips the briefest of thoughts?
He turned his attention back to her. “Do you want a romance?”
Her breath hitched in her lungs. Was he really asking her this question so casually, and right after he’d written down a grammar rule for her? He wasn’t looking at her with any sort of passion, just bland interest.
She shifted in her chair. “Um. Maybe. I’m not sure.” She took a deep breath, and tried to think of a better way to phrase her feelings.
He didn’t wait for her to say more. His gaze dropped to the notebook in front of him. “All right, I’ll give you a few Jane Austen novels to read. A lot of women are partial to her works.”
Oh. He had asked her if she wanted to read a romance, not have a romance with him. A stab of disappointment went through her. One that was unexpectedly strong. She bit her lip, swallowed and hoped she wasn’t blushing. No use. She was definitely blushing. Heat rose in her neck and cheeks. She just had to hope he didn’t notice.
He tapped his pencil against the table absently. “I know classics aren’t as easy to read as modern novels, but you’re not only listening to these books because of their complex sentence structure and higher vocabulary; you also need to have a basic cultural understanding. When someone mentions Homer’s Odyssey at a dinner party, you need to know that they’re talking about an ancient Greek story, not a rock group. Do you see my point?”
“Yeah. Your point is that you go to a lot of boring dinner parties.”
Excerpt - From A Perfect Fit
They were nearing their floor. “Anyway, whatever price Garrett paid for your services, it was worth it.”
He smiled. “Glad to know you’re satisfied.”
His answer shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did. She’d made the comment tongue-in-cheek and had expected him to deny that Garrett was paying him anything. Instead, he’d confirmed it. What was Garrett paying him with? A favor called in? Cash? She hoped it wasn’t that. How much did make-my-sister-forget-her-boyfriend dates run? Hundreds? The more Garrett paid, the more pathetic it meant she was.
The elevator slowed to a stop and the door opened. Wyatt stepped into the hallway and paused, checking the numbers on the wall to see which way to go. Jojo followed him, rolling her overnight bag behind her.
“This way,” he said, heading to the left. His room was 2312; hers was 2310.
She kept pace beside him. “So you’re saying that Garrett actually paid you to take me out?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said I was glad you were satisfied.”
“Then he didn’t pay you?”
“I didn’t say that either.”
“Well, which is it?”
He gestured to the rooms on his right, completely unperturbed by her questioning. “Here are our rooms.”
“You’re not going to answer me?”
He paused in the hallway, seemed surprised by her insistence. “What are you really asking? Do you want me to tell you that you’re pretty enough and interesting enough to get a date without your brother’s help? You absolutely are. But I suspect you already know that. Girls who are as pretty as you are quite aware of it.”
The compliment washed over her, made her tingle. She was pretty and interesting. “Ah, thanks. You’re so sweet.” And then the next moment her doubts returned. “Wait, is my brother paying you to say things like that to me?”
Wyatt laughed, then unlocked his door. “I’ll be ready to go in five minutes. See you then.” He winked and disappeared inside, shutting the door.
That wink. Jojo would look stupid if she tried it, but Wyatt made the gesture flirtatious and intimate, like she’d gained entrance to his inner circle. A place she suddenly wanted to be.
As she walked into her room, she made a new goal for the evening. She would not do impulsive, foolish things, like throw herself at Wyatt in an attempt to get over Anthony. She would not flirt with him and try to get him to kiss her. Nothing good could come of that. Except, of course, the kissing part. With a guy like Wyatt, that was bound to be good.
Nope. She wouldn’t find out.
But then again, maybe she would.
Top Ten List
Since My Fair Lacey is based on My Fair Lady, I thought I'd do a top ten list of must-see movies with romance. (My Fair Lady won't make the list because it didn't have a satisfying romance--thus the need for me to rewrite it in novella form with a hot scholarly guy)
1) Princess Bride
2 Pride and Prejudice (BBC version)
3) While You Were Sleeping
4) Ever After
5) Just Like Heaven
6) The Illusionist
7 Groundhog Day
9) The Greatest Showman
10) Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (I know Adam's a jerk at the beginning but he compensates for it by singing well. Plus the brothers are adorable. If there was a way to do a retelling without it coming off as creepy and Stockholm Syndrome-ish, I would totally do it.)