Today, I’m participating in the Three Wishes Blog Blitz, hosted by author Juliet Madison and from 2nd to 6th September you’ll have the chance to win awesome prizes at all the blogs participating in the blitz, including this one! It also opens my September theme of chick lit. Yes, all through September writers of chick lit/contemporary romance have been invited to write in with their funnies--can't wait!
There we were, sitting at our desks and waiting for five o'clock to strike so we could leave off work, and to pass the time we were asking one another what we’d wish for if we were granted with three wishes.
James from accounts is the smart arse and asked for unlimited wishes. Janice undid another button on her blouse, her fingers lingering in her cleavage as she gazed at him, told him he was a naughty boy.
Baby Karen (so-called because she was the oldest person in the office only no one was supposed to know) said she’d have: 1. A house by the sea. 2. A win on the lottery. 3. Good health.
‘That all?’ scoffed James. His eyes on Janice’s cleavage. He dragged his gaze away to continue, ‘A house by the sea could mean you’ll lose it to a cliff fall. A win on the lottery could just be a tenner, and good health will mean you’ll miss out on flu this winter. You have to be more precise.’
‘Like my wishes are really going to come true,’ said Baby Karen, looking hurt that her wishes weren’t good enough.
James' eyes reverted back Janice’s cleavage, and I caught Baby Karen looking at her own chest, pulling back her shoulders and pulling down the zip a little on her cardigan.
‘You have to be careful with wishes,’ Big Barry said, and we all nodded in agreement. ‘I know someone who wished to be thin and they died. Starved to death.’
We all ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’.
‘What are your wishes, Louise?’ asked someone asked me.
‘Goes without saying, I’d like to be rich. Then a long and healthy life for me and everyone I know and my third, hmmm, I dunno. Once you have money and good health what else is there?’
‘World peace?’ said Janice. She sucked on a finger whilst looking suggestively at James and the words came out “Dorld’s Deace”.
‘That’s similar to my wish,’ said Baby Karen glaring at me, ‘but no one complained about her wish.’
‘I was more specific than you,’ I said. Karen could argue with a door.
‘Well, ‘rich’ could mean a ‘rich chocolate cake’ or a ‘rich sauce’. You know, something that’s strong in flavour.’
‘OK,’ I said remembering I was dealing with a middle-aged woman with a mind-set of a toddler—and she wore a cardigan. Believe me, never argue with people who wear cardigans (they don’t get out much and could therefore argue for Britain—and every other country). ‘I wish that I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted, when I wanted and for whoever I wanted and would never have to worry that it would run out. Better?’
She sniffed. ‘Better.’
Despite our squabbles I loved my work colleagues. We had such a giggle! Janice and James flirted like crazy, no one wanted sit beside Karen, and Big Barry moaned a lot but otherwise we were a happy bunch.
‘I’d wish for a cure for cancer,’ Mandy the Mouse whispered from the corner. We all turned to look at her. ‘I lost my parents to that awful disease and wouldn’t want anyone to go through what I went through. A cure for cancer,’ she confirmed, ‘and I’d gladly give up the rest of my wishes.’
As I said, there is always one to put a damper on things and make you feel badddd.
Charlie watched as he fell back onto her settee,
and then straddled his lap. Oh my God! What was she doing! She was having an
out-of-body-experience, she thought. Only she wasn’t dead. She was alive. Very
much so. She wriggled against him wonderingly and excitement flared in her body
as his own rose to her teasing.
What happens when Cinderella is brought screaming into the 21st century, where the ugly sisters are Valerie's thoughts and emotions, and the fairy godmother is a middle-aged busybody from hell.
The fairy godmother bursts into Valerie's life with her magic wand (AKA interference) and insists that she can help Valerie--whether Valerie asks for help or not. And she most definitely does not.
Then there is playboy Lex. The flirty Prince Charming whose "bed 'em and leave 'em" motto applies to ALL women--until Valerie fails to fall at his feet as he expects.
A concoction of fun, tears and cocktails.
All you have to do to win my prize is share this article to your social media (*Twitter, Facebook etc) and post the link of your share in the comment section below, then tell me your wishes. TWO people drawn after September will have a choice of prizes (scroll to the bottom, or better still, read to the bottom for the prize list).
*To link direct to a tweet you need to click on the actual tweet (anywhere on the tweet to enlarge it slightly), then click on 'details' and there you have your direct link. Copy and paste it into the comment section below and bingo.
So, why is it called the Three Wishes Blog Blitz? Juliet’s new romantic comedy release, I Dream of Johnny, is about three wishes, a high-tech genie in a lamp, and one very unfortunate typo that proves magic isn’t all it cracked up to be… sounds fun, right? Well, I'll be reading.
There’s always one person to put a damper on things.
three wishes blog post
by
Louise Wise
three wishes blog post
by
Louise Wise
There we were, sitting at our desks and waiting for five o'clock to strike so we could leave off work, and to pass the time we were asking one another what we’d wish for if we were granted with three wishes.
James from accounts is the smart arse and asked for unlimited wishes. Janice undid another button on her blouse, her fingers lingering in her cleavage as she gazed at him, told him he was a naughty boy.
Baby Karen (so-called because she was the oldest person in the office only no one was supposed to know) said she’d have: 1. A house by the sea. 2. A win on the lottery. 3. Good health.
‘That all?’ scoffed James. His eyes on Janice’s cleavage. He dragged his gaze away to continue, ‘A house by the sea could mean you’ll lose it to a cliff fall. A win on the lottery could just be a tenner, and good health will mean you’ll miss out on flu this winter. You have to be more precise.’
‘Like my wishes are really going to come true,’ said Baby Karen, looking hurt that her wishes weren’t good enough.
James' eyes reverted back Janice’s cleavage, and I caught Baby Karen looking at her own chest, pulling back her shoulders and pulling down the zip a little on her cardigan.
‘You have to be careful with wishes,’ Big Barry said, and we all nodded in agreement. ‘I know someone who wished to be thin and they died. Starved to death.’
We all ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’.
‘What are your wishes, Louise?’ asked someone asked me.
‘Goes without saying, I’d like to be rich. Then a long and healthy life for me and everyone I know and my third, hmmm, I dunno. Once you have money and good health what else is there?’
‘World peace?’ said Janice. She sucked on a finger whilst looking suggestively at James and the words came out “Dorld’s Deace”.
‘That’s similar to my wish,’ said Baby Karen glaring at me, ‘but no one complained about her wish.’
‘I was more specific than you,’ I said. Karen could argue with a door.
‘Well, ‘rich’ could mean a ‘rich chocolate cake’ or a ‘rich sauce’. You know, something that’s strong in flavour.’
‘OK,’ I said remembering I was dealing with a middle-aged woman with a mind-set of a toddler—and she wore a cardigan. Believe me, never argue with people who wear cardigans (they don’t get out much and could therefore argue for Britain—and every other country). ‘I wish that I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted, when I wanted and for whoever I wanted and would never have to worry that it would run out. Better?’
She sniffed. ‘Better.’
Despite our squabbles I loved my work colleagues. We had such a giggle! Janice and James flirted like crazy, no one wanted sit beside Karen, and Big Barry moaned a lot but otherwise we were a happy bunch.
‘I’d wish for a cure for cancer,’ Mandy the Mouse whispered from the corner. We all turned to look at her. ‘I lost my parents to that awful disease and wouldn’t want anyone to go through what I went through. A cure for cancer,’ she confirmed, ‘and I’d gladly give up the rest of my wishes.’
As I said, there is always one to put a damper on things and make you feel badddd.
Prizes!
For my part in this three wishes blog blitz I am offering a choice of prizes for one person drawn from the comments after 6th September:
- A FREE sample analyst
- A beta-read/edit of the first three chapters of your unpublished novel.
- Or lastly, take a paperback of your choice from one of my books: The Fall of the Misanthrope, A Proper Charlie or Eden
Once you’ve entered my competition why not visit Juliet’s blog and enter her giveaway, then visit any or all of the other participating blogs to win more prizes!
You could potentially win loads! Remember, it begins 2nd September and lasts only to the 6th. Click to visit the official Blog Blitz post.
A Proper Charlie
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Charlie Wallis has everything a girl
could wish for. A loving boyfriend, a nice flat and a fantastic job as a
journalist for London Core. Trouble is, Charlie's boyfriend isn’t at all
‘loving’, her job title really reads 'office assistant' and her flat, at the
top of a high-rise, isn't that nice either.
Her new boss, Ben, is a huge bear of a
man. A gentle giant, with chocolate brown eyes that hold a secret.
While London Core investigates the disappearances
of local prostitutes, Charlie wants in on the action, deciding that dressing as
a hooker and walking the streets is good research.
Bumping into Ben was the last thing she
expected.
The Fall of the Misanthrope: I bitch, therefore I am
"They say I'm 'as hard as my acrylic nails' but what they don't understand is I have to be. It's called self-preservation."- Valerie Anthrope
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What happens when Cinderella is brought screaming into the 21st century, where the ugly sisters are Valerie's thoughts and emotions, and the fairy godmother is a middle-aged busybody from hell.
The fairy godmother bursts into Valerie's life with her magic wand (AKA interference) and insists that she can help Valerie--whether Valerie asks for help or not. And she most definitely does not.
Then there is playboy Lex. The flirty Prince Charming whose "bed 'em and leave 'em" motto applies to ALL women--until Valerie fails to fall at his feet as he expects.
A concoction of fun, tears and cocktails.
Read more about this book here
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Eden
THE
MISSION
Interplanetary
exploration from 2236 Earth to the newly discovered planet, Eden. The animal
life on Eden is on the brink of evolution and humankind wants a first-hand
seat.
The
space explorers are separated and Jenny, the only female of the group, is on
her own.
TO
WORSE
Fly,
from the planet Itor, is the lone survivor of his crashed spacecraft. He’s been
on Eden for years. He's watching Jenny--and sees the others leave without her.
TO YOU'LL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE
Fly
has food, shelter and weaponry against the hostile animals on the planet--just what Jenny needs. It's buried deep in the human psyche to do anything to keep yourself alive, but does that includes sleeping with the enemy? How far will Jenny go to survive?
Read more about this book here
THE CONCLUSION
Don't judge until you've read her story. You'd probably do the same.
Read more about this book here
love this post and i'm excited to enter the contest. here's my twitter link https://twitter.com/norasnowdon/status/375126374131843072 (i hope)
ReplyDeletefor my wishes, i'd like a never empty chocolate fountain, everything my heart desires to dip into said fountain (i'm looking at you, johnny depp) and a metabolism that keeps me at my desired weight regardless of chocolate indulgence. altruism is not my middle name... ;)