Wednesday, February 14, 2018

MidWeekTease - 14 February 2018 - Getting Real

14 February 2018:

Happy Valentine’s Day! And thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
This week I have more from Getting Real, a contemporary gay romance where one of the men needs to grow up and start behaving like a responsible adult, and the other needs to distance himself from his controlling family. In this snippet TJ discovers that good looks are not everything.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:


For TJ Delaney and Cole Labelle, it’s time to turn their lives around and get real.
TJ needs to exchange his playboy lifestyle for a job and prove he’s a responsible adult rather than a spoiled, rich brat.
Cole needs to free himself of his family’s control and their paranoid fears by proving being gay like his father is the only thing he and the man who gave him life have in common.

Excerpt:


So…I’m going to leave TJ here to get started. I’ll see you both later.”
I waited until Maggie left and then I turned to Cole. “Any thoughts about what you’d like to see in the public areas? Or perhaps not see?”
Cole shrugged and headed for the door, and I wondered why I’d thought he was so hot. Sure he had a great body, wide mouth, tight butt, stuff I’d spent more than a couple of sleepless nights fantasizing over. Too bad he had no personality whatsoever.
“Don’t ask me. You’re the plant guy. You figure it out,” he said with what sounded like a snort. “Just don’t bring in anything that sheds or the cleaning staff will be on my back. The idea is to emphasize green, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to turn the tower into a fucking forest. It’s not. Apart from that, you’re on your own.”
“Nice,” I muttered as the door clicked shut behind him. “And you have a good day yourself, asshole.”
The words had barely left my mouth when the door opened again and Cole stuck his head around. “A couple of things I forgot to mention: one, the tenants have all been warned to expect you; and two, the supply and care of the foliage is included in the leases. That means they don’t get to choose, you do. Leave it to them and they’d want stuff that’s rare, delicate, expensive, needs constant care, and is finished within a few weeks, such as orchids at fifty bucks a pop.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Since this was a first for me and I’d literally be flying by the seat of my pants, I figured I’d make fewer mistakes if I started by outlining a plan of attack.
I pulled out one of the chairs and put my notebook and a pen on the table. First, I’d take a look around all the common areas like the front entrance lobby and the elevator area, and the hallways on each floor, to get an idea of available space. While I was doing that, I’d draw rough diagrams and then insert possibilities for the plants later. I could use the same method for the various suites. I wondered if there was a software program available that might help—something similar to what I’d seen renovators use on TV when they were redesigning house interiors. I made a mental note to ask Maggie.
After leaving what was now to be my office and workspace, I took the elevator to the main floor.
The floor and walls were pale-beige marble, the perfect foil for anything green. Except there wasn’t a lot of entryway space. The elevators were located in the center of the building, about ten or twelve feet from the main door, and set two each side of a short hallway that ended in a blank wall. One of the town’s larger financial institutions occupied the entire available space to the left of the elevators. To the right were the management and leasing office, plus a travel agency.
I took a quick look around. Even if I liked hanging baskets, which I mostly don’t because of the watering problems and the messy factor, the ceiling was far too high. I looked around again. There were no convenient corners or recesses that needed filling either. My one and only option was to go for the less-is-more approach by installing a large palm or other tall plant against the end wall between the elevators.
After making a note, I took the elevator to the second floor. It was the same set-up with the elevators, but there were a few spots in the hallways that offered possibilities.
I continued on to the next floor, assuming it would be the same layout, only to find the space had been configured a little differently. It was the same story on each floor all the way up to twelve. No two floors were exactly the same, and no two offered the same spaces for me to fill, which promised to make my job even more challenging.
Maggie hadn’t said anything about break times or whether I was allowed an hour or a half hour for lunch, so I figured I’d check with the young woman in Cole’s office for ballpark advice.
I’d barely stepped through the door when Cole came out of his room.
“Something I can help you with?” he asked in a frosty voice that gave me the impression I’d already used up my question quota for the day.
“Just wondering about my break and lunch times. Am I supposed to work that out with Maggie or with you guys?”
The nasty look he gave me was no different from some of those he’d directed my way when he worked at Kreber’s. “We hired The Birds to do a job, TJ, not babysit you,” he said, with a cross between a smirk and a sneer. “If you can’t figure out something that simple for yourself, then perhaps Maggie should find someone who can. Trish, I need you to hold my calls for the next hour.”

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