Today, Liza O’Connor, author of Worst Week Ever, presents a pictorial storyboard of Carrie Hanson’s four near deaths, plus small excerpts from her Week from Hell.
Here’s a small excerpt from the Monday
Trent hold Carrie tight to his chest. “Sam, when do we depart this third world country?”
“Two more blocks, sir.”
“Thank God. You’ve terrified poor Carrie to death.”
Instantly, the limo’s speed dropped.
She turned her head sideways so Sam might be able to hear her words. “Your driving doesn’t frighten me, Sam, the neighborhood does.”
As if on cue, a round of three loud pops sounded, followed by three thunks into her side door. She squeaked like a mouse at the first thunk. By the third, her body shivered in fear.
Trent’s arms tightened around her as the limo picked up speed again. “We’re okay,” he assured her, then his lips pressed against her temple. His calm certainty silenced her tremors.
Having successfully soothed her, he released his outrage upon Sam. “Why the hell did you drive us through here?”
Sam calmly replied as he drove the car at a billion miles an hour, taking corners at deadly speeds. “I warned you the locals might not welcome us.”
“Someone just shot at us?” Trent yelled.
Sam’s nonchalant reply sounded almost surreal. “I’m sure they didn’t mean for you to take it personally, sir.”
“Get off the sidewalk!” Carrie swatted the air, trying to shoo them like large, uncooperative flies.
A few people glanced at her, but no one moved.
Desperate, she rushed toward them. “Bomb! Get off the sidewalk! Bomb!”
The sidewalk emptied a few seconds before a metal filing cabinet crashed onto the sidewalk, sending shards of broken concrete and metal in all direction. She turned away from the explosion, crouching down into a small ball, her hands covering her head. Once pieces of metal and concrete stopped flying past her, she dialed 911.
“Please help, someone is throwing file cabinets from the fifth floor.”
Another crash blasted behind her and she scurried behind a car. She breathlessly gave the address.
“Ma’am we’re getting reports of bombs going off at that location. You need to get away.”
“It’s not bombs. It’s file cabinets.”
“Ma’am, leave the area now! The bomb squad is on their way.”
“But it’s not bombs. I just need a riot squad to quell our employees.” She screamed as another filing cabinet crashed close by.
Why did she ever call out ‘bomb’? Now they’d send little robots and bomb-sniffing dogs when a riot squad in full gear and a ton of mace would do a better job.
“People are giving me money, which should tell you how horrible I look. No wonder Trent treated me like a case of herpes.”
She’d earned four dollars and eighteen cents for being truly pathetic when a scary looking black guy in his twenties kneeled down before her and laid a firm hand on her knee.
“Sugar, you can do better than this. I’ll get you cleaned up and show you how to make good money.”
“No, thank you.” She focused on her quarters, praying for him to go away.
“You think you’ll survive making dimes and nickels. You can’t even buy a cup of coffee with this shit.” He snatched up her stack of quarters and threw them across the sidewalk. “I could lift you up and carry you off with one hand. Or you could come willingly. Choice is yours. You want a good boss or a bad one?”
I hope you enjoyed these small glimpses into Carries Worst Week Ever. Fear not that I’ve given away too much. There’s much more disasters in store for my poor heroine.
Worst Week Ever
by Liza O’Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary
What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?
Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.
Worst Week Ever.
Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: ‘Trent’s brain, left hand, and right hand’. He’s had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he’s threatened to fire her, he’s not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie’s Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.
(Hilarious to the reader–Carrie is not having much fun this week.)
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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