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Hey all! I’m skipping book 7 for the moment and going on to book 8. This book is being written in collaboration with Amber Root, who runs the page Tears of the North. Anyway, I figured out the title, one of the songs, and Amber and I wrote a scene for the book. So I wanted to share it with you all!
Title: Head Over Feet
Dr. Petur Muller
Here’s the excerpt. Hope you all enjoy. Helena’s not in the scene, but Julian and Liza are. 😀
Petur walked toward his office and carried a brown bag containing his lunch.
Julian’s voice stopped him. He looked up and smiled. “Julian. This is a nice surprise, are you looking for, Liza?”
“We’re having lunch, but I was hoping to catch you first.” Julian shifted his feet.
“Of course. Come into my office.” He ushered him into the office and waited for Julian to sit down. “Thirsty? I have bottled water or root beer?”
“I’m fine. Thanks though.” Julian cleared his throat and continued only once Petur sat down. “You know Drew’s wedding is tomorrow, right?”
“I know that.” Petur nodded. What was he getting at and why was he nervous? “I didn’t get an invitation, but as I understand, it was something of a last minute thing.”
Julian scoffed. “Invitations? Drew and Ava? Yeah, right.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I have a proposition for you.”
Petur raised his eyebrow. This couldn’t be good. “A proposition. That sounds . . . unsettling.”
“Have you met my niece, Helena?” Julian leaned back in his chair and crossed his feet at his ankles. “Pretty, dark hair, kind of a tomboy?”
“I think I’d remember a girl like that.” Petur chuckled and unpacked his lunch. “I haven’t had the pleasure. Why do you ask?”
“Would you like too?” Julian grinned. “She just got dumped and was supposed to introduce the guy she’s been dating to the family tomorrow at the wedding. Everyone’s excited, because this was her longest relationship.”
Petur’s eyes widened and he held up his hands. “Run that by me again?”
The conversation stopped when there was a knock on the door.
Liza stuck her head into his office. “Hey, Pete. Sorry to interrupt.” She turned and smiled when she saw Julian. She stepped into the office and kissed him. “What are you doing here? Where’s Abby?”
“She’s at Mom’s.”
“He’s trying to enlist my aid as a prostitute.” Petur folded his arms over his chest.
Liza looked over at Julian and raised her eyebrow. “Umm – what?”
Julian shook his head. “I didn’t say sleep with her.” He grinned. “That’s still my niece we’re talking about.”
“Well that makes the whole thing slightly less disgusting . . .”
Julian leaned forward. “She’s a really nice girl, but she makes bad choices when it comes to men.”
Liza scoffed. “Must run in the family.”
Julian glared at her.
Petur shook his head. Why in the world was he even considering me for this? “Let me see if I understand you correctly.” He steepled his fingers and placed them against his chin. “I am to meet your niece, take her to this wedding, and pretend that we are madly in love so the family doesn’t give her a hard time?”
Julian nodded. “Yep.”
Liza rolled her eyes. “Oh dear God, a Vitalli plan – this is not going to end disasterously.” She shook her head. “Run, Pete, run while you still can.”
“You’re not helping, dear.”
“Where is the bottle of Schnapps when I need it?” Petur rubbed his left temple. “If I were mildly inebriated this scheme might sound workable.”
“I’m assuming we’re discussing, Helena, since the rest of your nieces are way too young to be dating, Petur?” Liza sat down in the seat next to Julian.
Petur leaned forward and rested his arms on his desk. “What in our prior dealings suggests I can pretend to love a woman I haven’t even met yet?”
Julian opened his hands. “Because you’re my friend and I’ve never asked you to do anything for me before.” He grinned. “And my lovely fiancee thinks you’re this great guy.” He looked over at Liza and then back at Petur. “Which makes me wonder why she doesn’t leave me for you but that’s beside the point.”
Petur held up his hands. “I am not interested in, Liza.” The last thing they needed was for Julian to have a bipolar moment in the office. He changed the subject. “What about Helena? What does she think of this . . . plan?”
Julian looked over at Liza.
Liza rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Either she asked you to find her a date or she knows nothing about this.”
“Actually, she asked Trevor, who came to me.” Julian shrugged.
“This woman doesn’t know me from Adam. I don’t believe she asked for me by name.” Petur cocked his head to the side.
“Well, no. Trevor suggested you. I just agreed to ask.”
“Remind me to give Trevor a heartfelt ‘thanks’ for throwing me under the proverbial bus.” Petur grimaced.
“I’m sure Trevor will then have the same conversation with Julian.” Liza let out a sigh.
Julian held up his hands. “To be fair, Trevor’s comment was ‘he’s the nicest guy we know.’”
“Who isn’t fucking gay!” Petur exclaimed.
Julian stifled a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Petur narrowed his eyes.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” Julian grinned. “So are you up for it?”
Petur let out a heavy breath and looked at Liza.
Liza shook her head. “Nope. This is between you and him.”
Petur shoved a hand through his hair. “This is the very definition of insanity.
Liza held her hands skyward. “You’re dealing with the Vitalli clan. Look up insanity in the dictionary, their pictures are all there.” She pointed at Julian. “This one being the first one on the list.”
“Thank you, Princess. I love you too.”
“If I say no you’ll only keep asking, correct?”
“No, if you say no, he’ll torture you.” Liza shook her head.
“I love my fiancée, I love my fiancée, I love my fiancée.”
Petur held up his hands. “All right! I surrender. Can you arrange a dinner for the two of us tonight?”
Liza’s sudden smile had him cocking his head. Did I just get played? He looked at Liza.
“To be fair, Helena’s a nice girl. Julian’s right, she has a bad track record with men, but then again we all have at least one skeleton in our closet.”
Petur looked over at Liza. “I’m sure she’s lovely. But would it not be better for her to be escorted by a gentleman that bears or real affection . . . or at least knows her middle name?”
“Madeline Celeste,” Julian said.
“Excuse me?” Petur looked at him.
“Her full name is Helena Madeline Celeste Vitalli.” Julian smiled. “Anyway, when and where do you want to have dinner tonight?”
“Perhaps a place, small and intimate, where she feels comfortable?”
Julian shrugged. “Gramps’ pub? She’s a tomboy and a cop.”
“She’s a member of the police force?” Petur sputtered.
Petur palmed his forehead. “If this doesn’t go well, she’ll have me arrested.”
Liza laughed. “Nah, she hasn’t arrested any of the other assholes when things went bad. I think you’re safe.”
Petur pointed at Julian. “If this blows apart neither you nor your mad siblings may bludgeon me. Are we clear?”
“I promise, no bludgeoning.”
Liza shook her head. “If you actually intend to take me to lunch, I’ll be in my office. Good luck, Petur.”
Petur sighed and looked at his shoes. “Seven o’clock. Your grandfather’s pub. Please request she be on time. We have work to do.”
“Thanks, Pete.” Julian extended his hand. “I owe you one or three.”
Petur stood and shook Julian’s hand. “You’d best go catch, Liza. I expect she has words for you.”
Julian grinned. “I’ll take her home for lunch. She’ll be fine when she comes back.” He winked as he walked out of Petur’s office.
Petur sunk into his chair. What had he gotten himself into?
Book 6: Waiting For Superman.
I think I need to call Ethan and Terra’s book a Romantic Comedy! LOL. It’s such a fun book. I had a lot of fun writing it. Okay here’s the characters and a snippet!
Terra Vitalli (Sibling #8)
Ethan glared at Terra later that night, red and blue lights flashing behind them as they were pulled over on the side of the road. Terra put her hand over her mouth to try and stop from laughing as Ethan turned off the car, rolled down the window, and tossed the keys on the dashboard.
“Can you stop laughing long enough to grab my wallet from the console?” he asked her.
Terra chuckled again and handed him his wallet as the police officer walked up to the window. “Evening officer,” Ethan said looking out the window at the cop.
“License and registration, sir,” the officer stated. “Any reason for your speed this evening?” he asked as Ethan handed him his license and registration.
Terra’s composure broke at that point and she started laughing again. Ethan looked over at her and couldn’t help but smile.
The office frowned and bent down to look at her. “I don’t find this funny in the least bit, ma’am, you were in a car doing 85 on a road with a speed limit of 45 and at dark that makes it even more dangerous,” he said seriously. Terra tried to control it, but ended up losing it again. “Ma’am I’m going to need to see your ID as well,” the officer said and the stern look on his face told them both he wasn’t joking. Terra pulled out her purse and handed the officer her license.
Ethan looked up at the officer. “Sorry about my fiancée, officer,” he stated. “I’m taking her drunk ass home.”
“Ethan!” she exclaimed.
“Ma’am, I suggest you do your best to compose yourself before I get back,” the officer said as he headed back to his squad car.
“You’re going to get me arrested,” Ethan told her with a chuckle. “You know how embarrassing it would be to have to call my Dad and tell him I was in jail for reckless driving?”
Terra laughed again. “I’m sorry, Ethan, but the look on your face when the cop pulled out behind you was priceless,” she told him. She glanced behind them to make sure the cop was still in his vehicle. “I’m just glad he didn’t catch you when you were going 120.”
“Yeah, I would have gotten arrested for that one,” he said with a nod. “No questions asked, he would have just arrested me.”
“If it helps any, I would have bailed you out of jail,” she told him.
“I would hope so! It was all your idea,” he stated. “Are you done laughing, because he’s coming back?”
Terra smiled, but sat back in her seat and tried to stay quiet.
“All right, Mr. Steele, I see you’ve had a clean driving record for quite some time. I’m not going to arrest you for reckless driving, instead I’m just giving you a ticket,” the officer stated as he handed Ethan the two driver’s licenses and his registration back.
“Thank you, officer,” Ethan told him. “I appreciate that.”
The officer handed him the ticket to sign. Ethan signed the ticket and handed the clipboard back to the officer, who tore off the top copy and handed the secondary copy to Ethan. “I suggest you take Ms. Vitalli home, before she gets you into any more trouble.”
“I was doing just that,” Ethan responded. “Thank you again, sir. I appreciate your generosity.”
“Try and keep it at the speed limit, Mr. Steele,” the officer said as he headed back to the car.
Book 5: Stay
Jake Vitalli (Sibling #7)
Audrey Vitalli (his wife)
These two are married. If you’ve read Julian’s book you’ve met Audrey. And Jake was there at the end of the book. Jake left Audrey five years prior. For reasons you’ll have to read the book to find out. 😀 Here’s a snippet. After Jake comes back.
“Bye,” Audrey responded after Jean had already hung up and brought her hand down by her side. “How much did you hear?”
“I heard you still loved me and it would take a hell of a lot of work for me to make up for the last five years,” he said. “I’m assuming on the last part, since all I heard was your side of the conversation.”
“Why were you listening in the first place?” she asked, anger spreading through her like wildfire.
“I was about to announce my presence, but you told whoever you were talking too you still loved me and quite frankly, it took me by surprise since I received divorce papers today,” he told her folding his arms across his chest.
“It doesn’t mean you have the right to listen in on my conversations.” Audrey turned away and put her cell in her pocket. The fire felt as if it was about to consume her, so she turned around again, this time walking up to Jake and poking her finger into his chest. “You come in here acting as if nothing is wrong after five years and then you have the audacity to listen in on my conversations.”
“Audrey, I –”
She shook her head. “I’m not even close to being done with you, Jake,” she told him. “We’ve talked about how this is affecting Cora, but do you know, do you really know what you’ve done to me? Do you know how much this has hurt me?”
“I’m sorry, Audrey.” He bowed his head.
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. It means little or nothing to me now.” Again, she turned to face him, this time holding her hands out to her side. “You were my rock. You and your family were the one thing in my life that was constant. My father was killed in a drug deal gone bad when I was three and my mother was so addicted to crack there was no way she could take care of me. I was passed around from foster home to foster home to foster home until you came into my life.”
“No, listen to me,” she stated. “We were together for ten years. And after ten years, I finally thought I had found someone who was going to stay with me, someone who wasn’t going to get tired and give up. And what did you do? You did the same thing everyone else in my life has done — you walked out. You left me. You left your daughter. Think about how long it took me to agree to marry you. You had to have asked me fifty times before I actually got around to saying yes. And then after all that time, after everything we had been through together. After seven years with our daughter, you up and walk out; just like everyone else.”
“I’m not like everyone else, Audrey,” Jake told her.
“How can you say you’re not like everyone else when you did the exact same thing? Is it because it took you longer? Quite frankly, I would have preferred it if you had walked a lot sooner.”
“There were extenuating circumstances to my leaving, Audrey,” Jake explained. “Things going on you don’t know about.”
“Yes, I remember, you were going to take over someone’s advertising firm in Houston,” Audrey stated dryly. “You come from a family of billionaires, but evidently getting this job was more important than your own family.”
“It has nothing to do with money and when I told you that it was only a half truth,” Jake told her.
“You lied to me? Well by all means enlighten me — tell me what was so important you had to leave?” she asked. “Convince me what was more important than being here for your wife and daughter.”
He met her eyes. “I can’t tell you yet, I’m not ready.”
“Really?” Audrey questioned. “You told me not ten minutes ago you were prepared to do a lot of work to make up for everything, and yet you’re not willing to talk to me the real reason why you left?”
“It’s a long story,” he told her.
Audrey rolled her eyes and shook her head. “They’re all long stories.” when she met his eyes he could see disappointment in them. “Just sign the divorce papers, I’ve finally gotten to the point I’m ready to move on with my life.” She began to head out of the kitchen, walking away from him in the process.
Book 4: Out of My Head
Drew Vitalli (Julian’s Twin, #6 of the Vitalli Siblings). Drew is a Jack-of-All-Trades. He is a History Major who now is a Mechanic and a Tattoo Artist.
Ava Steele (Ethan’s little sister). Ava is an attorney. She is on the wild side, high maintenance, and a bit of a drama queen. Drew has his hands full with her.
By the time the unfasten seatbelt sign came on in the plane Drew was asleep. He hadn’t slept for two days and Ava had him running on fumes. How he was going to make it through the next couple of days of helping her pack he had no clue.
He opened one eye when he felt her hand on his shoulder. She leaned over to whisper. “You wanna join the mile high club.”
“What?” he asked. His sleep-deprived brain not fully comprehending what she was saying.
“Nothing,” she said and an amused smile crossed her face as she sat back in her seat.
He thought about what she said for a minute until it actually hit him. The mile high club. “Wait, what?” he asked again.
She chuckled. “I was joking.”
“I’m not,” he responded.
“You look exhausted.”
“You’re wearing me out, woman,” he said slipping his arm around her. “I haven’t slept in two days and let’s face it, I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Oh come on, thirty-three’s not that bad,” she said with a smile.
“Say’s the woman who’s twenty-eight,” he answered. “You’ve been up for two days too and don’t even look tired.”
“My secret beauty regiment.”
“The one that took an hour and a half in my bathroom this morning?”
“That’s the one,” she laughed.
“That would probably annoy the crap out of me if we were dating.”
“I guess it’s a good thing we’re not dating then.”
“I guess,” he said. He closed his eyes again.
“So I was kind of serious earlier, are you up for it?” she asked.
“The mile high club?” he asked with a smirk.
“Head on back, I’ll meet you back there.”
Book 3: The Broken Road (Tentative Title)
Blake Vitalli (youngest of the Vitalli Siblings). He is a College Professor.
Lindsay Ellis. She is the head of the Crime Lab for the FBI.
Okay — this needs some major editing and will probably change dramatically, but there’s a rival in this book. This is Charlie and in the snippet we see Blake and Lindsay fighting about Charlie.
By the time they pulled into Lindsay’s driveway, Blake was done. Blake shook his head. “Maybe we are just better off as friends. Everything we do seems to be leading us back to friendship.”
Lindsay’s heart dropped when he said it, but something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. There was a car in her driveway. “I’m not sure what we should do,” she said.
“Looks like you have company,” Blake said with a sigh. He scowled when the man got out of the car and he recognized Charlie Tennison. Lindsay had been infatuated with Charlie since before Blake had met her. She had always said she was going to marry Charlie someday. Blake felt his chances of having his relationship with Lindsay go anywhere dimish more and more as he looked at Charlie.
“It’s Charlie,” Lindsay said with a smile. “I wonder what he wants?”
“Probably to get back together,” Blake stated. “That’s what he always wants.”
“You really think so?” Lindsay asked and although he read the excitement in her eyes he could also see the confusion.
Blake sighed and shook his head. “Why do you always go back to him? He’s a jerk and treats you like crap.”
“But he’s the guy I’ve always thought I’d marry,” she contested. “I’ve always seen myself ending up as Mrs. Charlie Tennison.”
“So it’s just because he’s safe and you’re scared of what we might have?” he countered. “Shit, I think you were right earlier, evidently this morning meant nothing to you.”
“It didn’t mean nothing, Blake,” Lindsay told him. “It meant a lot, but how many ways can I say I don’t want to lose my best friend.”
“And how many times do I have to say you won’t?” he asked. “Shit, Lindsay, if things don’t work out between us we’ll go back to being friends. I just want to give it a chance. There’s obvious chemistry there otherwise last night wouldn’t have happened.”
Lindsay rested her head in her hands and a tear fell from her eyes. “I can’t, Blake. I just can’t. I’m too afraid of losing.”
Blake raked his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Fine,” he said. “Go be with Charlie. I have every intention of staying your friend, but give me a couple days before you call me, will you?” he asked as he turned the key in the truck.
“Blake, I . . .” she began, but he shook his head.
“No, go on, I know where heart lies and it’s obviously not with me,” he said with a sad smile. “Like I said, give me a couple days before you call.”
Lindsay nodded as she climbed down from the truck. She wiped the tears from her eyes and was about to say something, but he leaned over to pull the truck door closed before putting the truck in reverse and backing out of the driveway.
Okay, Blog, we meet again, I’m doing this on Facebook as well, but I’m ahead of it there. I’m going to post a snippet from each of the next books along with pictures of the characters.
Book Title: Play It Again
Expected Release Date: August or September 2015
Dr. Arianna London. We met her once in If You Only Knew. She’s Liza’s OB.
Trevor Vitalli (9th out of 10 Vitalli Children) He’s a conservation officer.
If you’ve read If You Only Knew, you know that Trevor and Arianna meet during that book. Or do they? Let’s just say things aren’t always what they seem. Here’s a snippet of their book. It’s unedited and rough and subject to change, but it’s fun. Hope you enjoy.
Trevor was regretting his words shortly after the movie, clearly a chick flick, started. The night only got worse as the second movie also happened to be a chick flick. Trevor sunk further into the couch as the sisters cried around him. They were half way through the second movie when his phone rang. He looked down and saw it was Cornelius. “It’s Cornelius,” he told Ari as he stood and headed for the other room.
“Hurry back you’re going to miss the best part of the movie,” she called after him.
“Somehow I think the best part of the movie is going to involve crying,” he muttered under his breath as he answered his phone. “Hey, what took you so long?”
“I was in a meeting,” he responded. “So what’s all going on? I heard a couple different stories from the family and then got your message.”
“My wonderful sister called Candace this evening and cursed her up one side and down the other. Telling her how she ruined her son’s life and all that,” Trevor explained.
“I thought you and Ari were going out tonight, how did you find this out?” he asked.
“We decided to pick up pizza and watch movies with Candace instead,” he responded. “I’m half way through the second chick flick of the evening, Cornelius.”
Cornelius laughed. “Somehow, I see myself owing you for this one.”
“Definitely,” Trevor said with a nod.
Ari stuck her head in the doorway. “We paused the movie. We’re taking a quick break, we’ll start back up when you’re ready,” she said before heading back toward the living room.
“They’re pausing the movie Cornelius,” Trevor stated. “They want to make sure I don’t miss the best part.”
“What do you want?”
“Friday night, without Candace,” he stated.
“Done,” Cornelius responded. “I’ll take them out to dinner if nothing else.”
“Good, what are you going to do about Vivian?” he asked.
“Not sure, I’ll be talking to her that’s for sure.”
“Let’s put it this way, not to be an ass, but if she doesn’t lay off soon, I’m going to get Dad involved.”
“I intended to talk to him tomorrow,” he responded. “So if he calls and wants to talk to you about it know I’ve already brought it up.” Cornelius knew Trevor tended to be tight lipped about things. He was the one person in the family that if you told them to keep a secret, he would.
“You about done?” Ari called.
“I’ve got to go, the end of the chick flick is calling my name,” he said sarcastically.
Cornelius laughed. “Have a great night, man.”
“Fuck you,” Trevor responded as he hung up the phone and reluctantly headed back into the living room.