Author: Genie Gabriel
Email: genene@genenevalleau.com
Genre: Romance/Fantasy/Paranormal
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Book Heat Level: 2
BLURB:
After drifting for years in the innocent age of the
1950s, a woman struggles to join today's world by finding a career and a new
love, with some help from her zany family.
EXCERPT
Life seemed much simpler when all a girl
had to worry about was keeping her bobby socks and the pompom on her poodle
skirt a brilliant white.
Daphne Madison wiggled and gyrated into panty hose that seemed determined to
twist around her like a boa constrictor squeezing its prey.
A modern woman was expected to have it all--a husband, a family, a
career--with never a wrinkle in her face or her confidence.
Daphne zipped up her dress and drew a shaky breath as she stared at
herself in the mirror. The form-fitting pink dress wasn't as comfortable as her
skirts, and the high heels shoved her feet down into the pointy toes.
I can do this, Daphne reassured herself. She hadn't even been born in the
fifties, but it seemed like such an innocent time. If she could pretend to live
in that time, surely she could live in the current millennium.
Something doesn't seem just right, she thought, as she fastened a strand of pearls around her
neck. However, she refused to wear the short skirts she had seen on television
programs. The pencil thin skirt that ended just above her knees was as daring
as she would go.
She slid her arms into the pink jacket that matched her dress and
considered herself once again. Something still seemed amiss. She settled a pink
pillbox hat borrowed from her sister on top of her smooth blond hair. Better.
White gloves restored her confidence even more.
With another deep breath, Daphne swept down the stairs to garner the
reaction of her family. She knew her adult son, Ryan, would be of little help
but to offer a gourmet breakfast gleaned from the latest cooking show on TV. A
meal Daphne knew her jittery nerves wouldn't tolerate.
Her sister wouldn't be stirring yet, but Linda would be organizing the
house for the day. She was the mother of Daphne's daughter's husband. Did that
make her and Daphne sisters-in-law? No, that wasn't quite right, and thinking
about it made her brain hurt.
She gave her head a slight shake. It didn't really matter. Linda was quite
practical and had motivated Daphne out of her fantasy life. She would know if
Daphne was dressed appropriately for her job interview.
"So what do you think?" Daphne turned slowly as she entered the
kitchen.
Her son glanced up from the television long enough to mumble a good
morning. Linda considered her thoughtfully. "Very elegant. Where's your
interview?"
"The bank is hiring for a teller."
"Ah." Linda nodded. "Perhaps take off the hat and
gloves…"
Panic niggled in Daphne's stomach. The two accessories that had restored
at least a smidgen of her self-confidence.
Linda smiled when she noticed Daphne's obvious distress. "Well, maybe
just take off the gloves to shake hands with the interview committee."
Daphne swallowed. Perhaps she could manage that.
"Are you going to eat breakfast before you go?" Linda asked.
"I-I really couldn't." Daphne laid a hand over her belly.
"Already full of butterflies."
Linda's smile grew wider. "You're beautiful and smart, Daphne. I'm
sure you'll knock 'em dead."
Horror mixed with the butterflies in Daphne's stomach at the thought of
her interview committee keeling over dead when she stepped into the room.
"It's just an expression." Linda patted Daphne's hand. "Try
to relax and let them see how much of an asset you would be to their
bank."
With a shaky nod, Daphne faced the long, long journey down the hallway and
through the front door, out into a world she really wasn't sure she wanted to
live in.
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