Summary:“We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”
Danni Lewis has been playing it safe for twenty-six years, but her sheltered existence is making her feel old ahead of time. When a sudden death plunges her into a spiral of grief, she throws caution to the wind and runs away to France in search of a new beginning.
The moment ski instructor Olivier du Pape enters her shattered world she falls hard, in more ways than one.
Their mutual desire is as powerful and seductive as the mountains around them. His dark gypsy looks and piercing blue eyes are irresistible.
Only she must resist, because he has a wife – and she’d made a pact to never get involved with a married man.
But how do you choose between keeping your word and being true to your soul?
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Excerpt:
Olivier sits next to me on the piano stool. We’re even closer than that day up the mountain and it’s even more intoxicating. His body is so close to mine that the slightest adjustment would have us touching. I can feel his heat, an electrical charge which makes the side of my leg that’s almost brushing his tingle all the way down. He pulls up his woolly, navy sleeves. “Shall we?” I note the gold wedding band on his dark, manly hands as his fingers hover above the keyboard. I nod, not trusting myself to speak, thinking the sooner he starts playing piano the better, to distract me from this powerful attraction. He crashes both hands down with flair and starts playing his version of the Boogie Woogie. It’s slightly jazzier and more sophisticated than mine. I let him play by himself for a while, enjoying watching him, surprised by how good he is.
The rhythm gets to me, my upper torso unconsciously pulsing forward, toes tapping in my shoes. I put my mug down on top of the piano and start trying to improvise a Gerswhin-esque melody line, fluttering my right hand up and down the keyboard in syncopation to Olivier’s beat. For about ten minutes we thump away, cheesy grins on our faces, occasionally catching each others’ eye. We play whatever comes into our heads, changing the mood and key from time to time. Sometimes it works and sometimes it’s a discordant mess, but it doesn’t matter. By the time Olivier eventually tires and crashes a final chord, our bodies are touching all the way from our shoulders to our knees. I don’t want to move, which is exactly why I do. I stand up, to recover my senses and my drink.
About the author:
When Jo was ten years old she wrote a short story about losing a loved one. Her mother and big sister were so moved by the tale that it made them cry. Having reduced them to tears she vowed that the next time she wrote a story it would make them smile instead. Happily she succeeded and with this success grew an addiction for wanting to reach out and touch people with words. Jo lives in London with her husband and three children where she works as a TV and print journalist. She tells life stories and can often be found travelling the globe researching the next big holiday hotspots for readers to enjoy. Since becoming a mother anything even remotely sad makes her cry. She’s a sucker for a good romance and tear-jerker movies are the worst. She’s that woman in the cinema, struggling to muffle audible wails as everyone else turns round to stare.
P.S Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.
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**Giveaway: $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card
Excerpt:
Olivier sits next to me on the piano stool. We’re even closer than that day up the mountain and it’s even more intoxicating. His body is so close to mine that the slightest adjustment would have us touching. I can feel his heat, an electrical charge which makes the side of my leg that’s almost brushing his tingle all the way down. He pulls up his woolly, navy sleeves. “Shall we?” I note the gold wedding band on his dark, manly hands as his fingers hover above the keyboard. I nod, not trusting myself to speak, thinking the sooner he starts playing piano the better, to distract me from this powerful attraction. He crashes both hands down with flair and starts playing his version of the Boogie Woogie. It’s slightly jazzier and more sophisticated than mine. I let him play by himself for a while, enjoying watching him, surprised by how good he is.
The rhythm gets to me, my upper torso unconsciously pulsing forward, toes tapping in my shoes. I put my mug down on top of the piano and start trying to improvise a Gerswhin-esque melody line, fluttering my right hand up and down the keyboard in syncopation to Olivier’s beat. For about ten minutes we thump away, cheesy grins on our faces, occasionally catching each others’ eye. We play whatever comes into our heads, changing the mood and key from time to time. Sometimes it works and sometimes it’s a discordant mess, but it doesn’t matter. By the time Olivier eventually tires and crashes a final chord, our bodies are touching all the way from our shoulders to our knees. I don’t want to move, which is exactly why I do. I stand up, to recover my senses and my drink.
About the author:
P.S Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.
Find her:
Website
**Giveaway: $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card
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34 comments:
Thank you so much for telling everyone about my new book Weak at the Knees today. And please, do enter the competition. Chateauneuf-du-Pape wine is truly dreamy...............!
Thank you so much for telling everyone about my new book Weak at the Knees today. And please, do enter the competition. Chateauneuf-du-Pape wine is truly dreamy...............!
I really enjoyed the excerpt. This sounds like a great book and I like the cover.
Thanks :)
Loved the excerpt, very interesting. Thanks for introducing me to a new author.
The excerpt really catches your attention!
The excerpt really catches your attention!
I would love to be able to write but I can never find time with 2 children, how does she do it with 3 plus such a story! I would not be able to proofread something like this with a lot of activity in the house.
The excerpt was great.
Kit3247(at)aol(dot)com
I'm so pleased everyone enjoyed the excerpt and believe me Emi, there's a lot of baggage under my eyes what with juggling writing with the three small children!!
I enjoyed the excerpt, and the cover is great, too.
Really fascinating except. I think this sounds like an outstanding story.
Thanks for the excerpt! Music is a powerful thing, and I can hear how it's bringing the characters together. And I love the cover too.
I enjoyed the excerpt the best! Very interesting :)
I like hearing about books by authors that I haven't heard of before. This book sounds great. Thanks for the giveaway!
Sounds great. Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a really good book. evamillien at gmail dot com
Thanks for sharing an excerpt with us! :-)
justforswag(AT)yahoo(DOT)com
is this INT giveaway ?
Thanks for the excerpt and the chance to win!
Sounds like a great read!!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com
thanks for the giveaway :) i hope it's INT :))
The excerpt, sounds wonderful :)))
I really liked the whole polst, the expert to show us more of the book thank you for that
Hi everyone - yes, it IS an international giveaway - to celebrate the international flavor of Weak at the Knees!
The whole post sounds great, but the expert is really good!!! Thank you for the great giveaway!! $50 is a lot of ebooks!!!
The excerpt is very catchy. Thanks for the awesome giveaway! :D
I loved the Excerpt. I can't wait to read the book. :)
I love the sound of Olivier as a ski instructor mmmm! Thanks for the excerpt sounds like my sort of book :)
I love that there's new book/author and especially a giveaway!
Thank you for the chance!
-eirica23 at yahoo dot com
Cool giveaway :)
I love the cover and the giveaway, of course! :^D
I love the summary, “We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”
Great excerpt. Love the cover.
The excerpt, it was awesome! I want to read more!
Love the excerpt!
Loved the cover
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