It’s my pleasure to welcome back Author Té Russ to tell
us about her brand new release, Love After War. If you haven’t already purchased this fantastic
read from this amazing author, go get your copy now.
About
the book:
Connie
and Drew have been butting heads since they were teenagers. With Connie
refusing to talk about anything from their past, Drew has never figured out
what made them go from friends to enemies.
Drew
decides to finally get to the root of their lifelong feud when Connie ends up
in Texas for a remodeling project. When the truth comes out, it just might
bring out some feelings both of them have been refusing to acknowledge for over
a decade.
Excerpt:
“What are we
doing here Andrew?” Connie asked, annoyed.
“This is where we’re having lunch,”
he replied simply. “You still eat pizza don’t you?”
They were
standing in the waiting area of Uno Chicago Grill, simply known as Uno’s in the area.
It looked a lot
like a pizzeria they used to go to as kids in the summer in Galveston. She
wondered if he’d brought her here on purpose.
“Yes, I still eat
pizza but–”
“Great, here
comes the hostess to sit us.”
The lady barely
looked at Connie; she was so busy eyeballing Drew. And flirting just a tad too
much.
“Can I get you
anything to drink honey?” she cooed, while brushing her hand up and down his
shoulder.
“Constance?”
“What?” she
asked, tearing her glare away from the woman.
He tried to hide
the smirk on his face. “What would you like to drink?”
“Iced tea.
Sweet.”
“I’ll have the same
thing,” he said, never taking his eyes off of Connie. “Ice tea. Sweet.”
“I’m sure it’s not as sweet as
you.”
“I’m hardly sweet,”
he replied, causing the hostess to laugh a little too hysterically and all but
throw herself into Drew’s lap.
After she was
done fawning over him, she sauntered off, with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
Connie couldn’t wipe the scowl
off of her face and Drew was about to say something when Miss Laughs-a-lot
returned.
“Joss will be
your waitress today, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to
call.”
Connie watched as
the woman slipped a piece of paper down in front of him. She rolled her eyes as
the woman walked away.
“Unbelievable,”
Connie murmured.
“What is?”
“That... woman.
She was throwing herself all over you Andrew.”
He shrugged. “I
suppose she was a little flirty.”
Connie laughed. “A little flirty? Andrew please! She was two seconds away from
giving you a lap dance right in front of me. And she didn’t acknowledge me
once. It was as if I wasn’t even here. For
all she knew I could have been your date or girlfriend, but she didn’t care.”
“But you do?”
Drew asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you’re not my
girlfriend. And technically this isn’t a date, just
lunch. So why do you care if some hostess flirts with me?”
“You are
completely incorrigible! It’s simply rude of
her to flirt with a man in front of lady company. And it’s just bad
customer service to ignore patrons. Besides that, I don’t care who flirts
with you or whom you flirt with.”
“Ah but that’s the thing! I
didn’t flirt with her. In fact, if I recall, I never took my eyes off
of you.”
Connie opened her
mouth to argue, but she couldn’t because he was
right. Drew seemed to have barely to noticed the hostess.
“Well–”
“If I didn’t know any
better, Barb, I’d say you were jealous.”
He watched as the
color rose up her neck and filled her cheeks. “Andrew McAllister, I am not
jealous of some floozy hitting on you!”
He chuckled, and
then said, “‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks!’”
She scoffed.
“Quoting Hamlet does not make you cute.”
“So what does
make me cute?” he asked, his voice filled with a hint of intrigue.
Connie threw a
napkin at him and he laughed out loud.
Joss, the
waitress, showed up then and took their food orders. She was clearly a young
girl, probably a college student and was completely enamored with Drew as well.
Thankfully, she wasn’t shameless like the hostess. The poor girl could barely speak. She
kept looking at Connie and stealing glances toward Drew, as if he were the sun
and just too bright to look at directly.
Drew ordered for
them remembering exactly how Connie liked her pizza.
Another thing
from their past, she’d thought. But she let it slide this time, because the poor girl
nearly knocked over their glasses of iced tea.
“I’m so sorry,” she
apologized to them both.
“It’s all right,” he
said to her.
Connie nodded.
“Don’t worry honey, no harm done.”
The girl scuffled
off to put in their orders and Connie couldn’t help but laugh.
“The great Andrew
McAllister, turning women all over the place into crazed fools.”
“Except you,” he
said sarcastically.
If only you knew, she thought.
“I’m not the only
one causing trouble in here,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
“What in the
world are you talking about?”
“The man sitting
at the table behind you, at your five o’clock...”
Connie used the
excuse of tucking her hair behind her ear to glance over her shoulder and
caught a man averting his eyes from their direction.
“He’s been staring at
your legs, since you walked past him.”
“What? That’s ridicu–”
“The man at the
table behind me, at your two o’clock.. .”
He waited for her
to glance over his shoulder and then look back at him.
“Well,”
he said, slightly annoyed, “Let’s just say he’s been looking a
little bit North of your legs, South of your neck.”
She gasped at
what he was implying.
“How could you
know that?” she asked in a whisper, leaning closer toward him.
“Part of my job
is to make sure I know everything going on in my surroundings.”
“Well, I guess
you do your job pretty well.”
He shrugged. “I’m still alive.”
There was
something in the tone of his voice when he said those words. If she didn’t know any
better, she would have thought it sounded like remorse.
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