Floored
FLOORED is a charming romantic comedy guaranteed to give you a lift.
Hannah and Drew work in the same
office.
Hannah and Drew use the same
elevator.
Hannah and Drew aren’t looking for
love.
They haven’t even met.
Yet something is happening…
Amiable TV production accountant Drew has turned
his back on love after the death of his fiancée, an incident which cemented his
longstanding elevatophobia. When Drew moves towns and jobs for a fresh start,
he hears a voice in the office lift telling him to “be careful”.
Is it his fevered imagination, the ghost of his
fiancée, or someone playing a cruel prank? Quickly, he becomes desperate,
foolish… and unexpectedly smitten.
Sweet and sassy Hannah wouldn’t mind finding love,
but keeps choosing the wrong boyfriends. Her innate social anxiety, deepened by
bad experiences with a preying boss, is a huge barrier to dating anyone new.
Yet, to expose her boss’ antics, she needs to be
lucky as well as smart. However, talking to a sweet but hapless co-worker isn’t
the answer… is it? After all, she could never imagine meeting him in person.
When Drew discovers the adorable girl behind the
voice, a relationship blossoms alongside a shared determination to bring
justice to their workplace, risking everything.
Will their daring plan succeed or
will it jeopardize the happiness they’ve found with each other?
This wonderful, laugh-out-loud,
will-they-won’t-they romcom is perfect for those who loved Beth O’Leary’s
"The Flatshare", Laura Jane Williams’ "Our Stop", or Sally
Thorne’s "The Hating Game".
Praise for Floored:
“This book of yours is fantastic! It's so well
written, witty, funny, and the story kept me wanting to know more every single
minute. I absolutely love the dynamics of Drew and Hannah's relationship... and
all the other character dynamics too. It's such a well thought-out plot and I
love how everything falls into place at the end.” - Editor
“I've just finished reading Floored and absolutely
loved it. I loved the relationship between Drew and Hannah as they both
overcame their (realistic) problems. The comedy throughout was fantastic, I
don't think there was a second that I didn't have a smile on my face when
reading. It's a great romance, with lots of extra strands to it to keep the
reader entertained and excited.”- Reader
Excerpt:
Our
sweet but hapless MC, Drew, has been encouraged by sister Char to go to a grief
counselling group. He’s still not over the death of his fiancée Katie, and
hearing a voice in the lift (“Elle”) has mentally frazzled him. As he’s new to
the town, this is a first tentative step to reconnect with a therapy which had
started to pay dividends in his previous location.
As it was
Sunday, Drew was pleased to massively oversleep. Char’s ministry in the small
hours had done enough for his mind to leave him the hell alone for a while.
The Group
didn’t meet until 6 P.M, so he busied himself with chores, a supermarket run,
and watching Formula 1.
As he drove to
the venue—an unfamiliar Community Centre—he made peace with the decision. The
voice of Elle—human or AI, prank or TBC—was reawakening memories of a severed
emotional connection. Whatever Elle’s reason for those first two warning words,
there was unarguably now a new bond, however fledgling.
Was it
possible that Katie’s memory, or essence, made him more curious about Elle than
he should be? Was it making him have feelings when he logically
shouldn’t?
He’d decided
that, even though the Group would consist of strangers, he’d be circumspect
about discussing a talking lift. He’d be vague, as he was with Pirin. With
luck, he might even make a friend, someone with shared loss. Sometimes, it’s
odd how finding another lovelorn person makes you more content. Better yet, he
might meet someone who’d benefit from seeing Char, and he could repay the debt
he owed her.
Some idiotic
driver had rammed a signpost on the route, causing a tailback, so he screeched
into the Community Centre car park ten minutes late.
As he jogged
towards the main entrance, he spotted an illuminated room adjacent to the
hallway on the near side. Through the translucent blind, he could see a
partially occupied circle of chairs.
He made a
point of not barging through the door, although nonchalance was a stretch,
given his tardiness.
There were
nine people in the small, echoey, wooden-floored room. They all turned to look.
He grimaced.
‘Er… hi.’
A woman stood.
Her hair was pulled tightly back from her face, she wore three-quarter-length
trousers and pop socks, and her eyes were compassionate. ‘Hello. I’m Marian.
You’re new here?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you want
to introduce yourself to the group? As you seem to have our attention anyway.’
‘Oh. Sorry.’ Hardly
the ideal baptism into a new venture.
‘Never mind.
Go ahead.’
Awkwardly, he
sidled around to an available chair and stood beside it. ‘Hi everyone, I’m
Drew.’ He offered a stress-filled smile.
Marian leant
forwards. ‘And?’
‘Er… I
recently moved here. And… I’m a big fan of good coffee and the movies of John
Huston.’
Marian
frowned. ‘And…?’
He coughed.
‘Oh, yes. Sorry for being late.’
One or two
people were looking at him strangely. He shifted on his feet. He didn’t
remember the Bristol Group being so… stuffy and unwelcoming. Such hard work.
Marian
gestured. ‘And…?’
Drew’s head
buzzed. ‘And… I don’t know what to say.’ He gave a timid shrug.
Marian let out
a small, frustrated sigh. ‘Normally, we’d say, “Hi, I’m Drew, and I’m an
alcoholic”.’
He was taken
aback. Being judged already? Had his behaviour been misconstrued? At least with
Lotus, only one person accused him of
being on drugs. Plus, he hadn’t touched a drop all day. Yet.
‘Well, I
wouldn’t call myself that. I like a drink, but who doesn’t, right?’ He eyed the
group. There were one or two huffs.
Marian nodded.
‘Ah. Denial.’
‘Steady on.’
She clasped
her hands in front of her. ‘When was your last drink, Drew?’
Why
the Inquisition? He shrugged.
‘Last night.’
‘Oh, dear.’
Now, he was
aggrieved. ‘Is there a problem with that? And why this obsession with drink?’
‘How many days
have you gone without alcohol in the last… fortnight?’
He mused.
‘One?’
Her head
cocked. ‘What step are you on?’
‘Step?’ Then
the penny dropped. It was like a gong falling from its stand. Or a lift
plunging down a shaft.
‘Ah. I think I
know what’s happened here…’
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Author Bio –
I’m an incurable
romantic at heart, and a sucker for great humour. I’ve been writing for many
years, and all the stories contain either love, or humour, or both – I simply
can’t keep these elements out of my work.
I’m inspired by
the big and small screen as well as books, and have a soft spot for Richard
Curtis’ romcoms, timeless TV comedy like The Good Life and Blackadder, less
well-known feelgood films and romances (Always, Forget Paris, Roxanne), and
books which make me laugh (Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, The Rosie
Project).
I have a soft
spot for stories with strong women and nerdy or hapless guys.
Fundamentally, I
try to write the books I like to read. I hope to distil humour, romance – and
sometimes pathos or bittersweet vibes – into my novels.
Outside of
writing, I enjoy photography, great scenery, a nice peaceful train ride,
delicious coffee and cake, and catching up with old friends. I’m also something
of a geek, fascinated by maths, science and even fonts!
Chrissie Harrison
is a pen name.
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