In the Spotlight: The Boyfriend By the Book by Laura Briggs
Laura Briggs
is stopping by to share her novel Boyfriend by the Book. It looks like a very interesting novel! Is a bestselling author in the genre of Chick
Lit and Contemporary Romance. Her novels
are worth your time! Here is an excerpt
from Boy Friend by the Book.
“Pride and
Prejudice or Jane Eyre?”
Stephanie
waved the DVDs around like bait, waiting for us to vote. My mouth was full of
popcorn, and Monique was talking on her cell phone—as usual. That left Kristen,
who claims to have read Pride and Prejudice the novel more than fifty times.
Guess which movie she chose.
Romance
movie night. This was how my circle of friends loved to kill a Friday evening
that wasn't spent on a date. Or, for that matter, any free evening. They
squeezed into my cozy apartment, a spot which was always a jumble of books, magazine
collages, and other clutter that I had collected over the years. I loved big
stuffed armchairs and my chintz sofa with its brightly-colored pillows was
oversized and comfy — that was the reason they picked my place, I felt. That,
and my special popcorn made with a light dusting of garlic and chipotle.
This
evening, however, was the beginning of where everything went wrong for me, not
that I knew it at the time. I thought it was just another innocent movie night,
which proves I'm not psychic in the least — otherwise, if I had seen the
future, I would have ejected that DVD and opted for a horror movie instead.
“Wouldn’t
you kill to be Lizzie for a day?” Kristen asked, pulling her blond layers into
a ponytail as Jane Austen’s characters shared an elegant dance on the screen.
“You’d spend all your time drinking tea and going to parties at English manor
houses.”
I was pretty
sure that wasn’t an accurate description of Regency life, but Kristen would
just roll her eyes if I said that. You're being a spoilsport, Jodi, she would
say. Next to me on the carpet, Stephanie wore a dreamy smile, chin propped on
her knees. “I could do tea and dancing for awhile,” she decided. “I mean, who
couldn’t?”
“Sure, you
could,” Monique quipped. She was curled up on the sofa behind us, laying claim
to my plushiest throw pillow, a pink one embroidered with flowers. “Someone
like me would be stuck serving the tea or cleaning up the mess that’s left
after the ball,” she added, with a reference to her dark skin and sleek, black
hair with its natural kink tamed by a salon. “Plus, electricity and plumbing
weren’t invented yet. Think about it, girls.”
We shared a
collective giggle for this. Stephanie reached for the popcorn bowl, exclaiming
over the fact it was almost empty. “What, did you guys skip dinner or
something?” she asked. Stephanie herself eats like a bird and has the figure to
prove it — skinny and sleek, perfect for her red hair and ceramic skin.
Grabbing the bowl, she headed towards the kitchen, muttering something about
bad manners. Meanwhile, on the screen, Darcy and Lizzie shared a look fraught
with significance.
“Can’t you
just picture yourself in Lizzie’s place?” Kristen asked, still clinging to her
fantasy.
I tried to
summon a vision of myself in a beautiful empire-waist gown like the one in the
movie, but it didn’t work. All I could think of was my uniform at the hotel.
Knee-length black skirt, a matching vest and silk tie over my crisp white
blouse. My dark hair in a neat ponytail as I asked Mr. Darcy if he wanted a pot
of tea sent up to his room, or needed additional clean towels? I smiled at the
ludicrous thought.
“I just
think foregoing modern conveniences would be worth it to dance with Mr. Darcy,”
Kristen continued. “Don’t you think so, Jodi?”
“Not
really,” I admitted, reluctantly. “I mean, I can’t really picture it. It’s just
a story, after all.”
Bad choice
of words.
About the
Author:
You can visit Laura on Twitter or at her Website.
To purchase
her novel you can visit Amazon.
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