Cityglitter
Carla
Caruso
Christelle
is like any other 20-something living in Sydney, Australia – except for one huge
secret. She enjoys cocktails with girlfriends, luxury brand launches, gossip
and shopping. For an added touch of spice, there’s also the sizzling connection
with her new boss, the gorgeous Jasper.
Then Christelle’s younger sister, the
hapless and naïve Trixie Fifi Panache, arrives unannounced, and things begin to
fall apart. Not only does Christelle have to deal with her sister’s exploits
and embarrassing mistakes, but she also has to live with the fear that her
escapades will reveal the truth: Christelle and Trixie are half fairy, half
human, and hidden beneath their clothes are a pair of gorgeous wings. To make
matters worse, Christelle has fallen for Jasper, but knows that taking the
relationship any further threatens exposure. And no love could survive that,
could it?
Cityglitter is a charming, magical romance
that leaves in its wake a glitter of fairy dust. With inner-city fabulousness
and sophistication, this fun celebration of love will add more than a touch of
sparkle to your life.
About
the Author:
Carla Caruso grew up amid a boisterous
extended Italian family in Australia – yet somehow managed to become a
bookworm...
Carla always wanted to be a novelist,
annoying the kindergarten teachers by dictating long, detailed stories to
them. It just took her a while to
realize her childhood dream - journalism seemed a more practical course. Her
media career has included stints as a newspaper and magazine journalist,
government PR and fashion stylist. These days, she works as a freelance
journalist and copywriter. She began seriously writing fiction three years ago
when she went freelance full-time.
The romance genre appeals as she is a
sucker for rom-coms (especially if Channing Tatum is in the mix) and likes to
think her Italian ancestry means she lives with passion. Hobbies include
watching trashy TV shows, fashion, astrology and running.
Excerpt:
I look back at Mr Butterscotch Eyes, who
looks a little bemused. Perhaps it’s my seven-second delay to his greeting. I
think fast.
‘Hello again!’ I gush, like we’re long-lost
friends, not virtual strangers.
Without thinking, I stand up on tippy-toe,
leaning forward, intending to air kiss his cheek. Somehow, like a paperclip
drawn to a magnet, I’m pulled askew, my lips brushing his.
The effect on my body is like switching on
an electrical grid, as every pore starts to buzz. His lips, so soft, moist,
kissable; his musky scent, spinning a web around me; my body, pinging like a
microwave with his strong physique mere centimetres away.
Suddenly, though, the sensual warmth, the
heavenly breath, has been pried away and my lips are cold, bare. I flutter my
eyelids open, honing in on his gaze, detecting a flicker of something in those
liquid gold-like orbs before it dies.
He clears his throat, playing with a
tortoiseshell cufflink. ‘That’s certainly not the kind of greeting I’m used to
– especially from someone I barely know.’
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