Hello. Today I have an excerpt for you of the lovely romantic comedy, Floored by Chrissie Harrison.
There is also a giveaway of one hardback copy of this book so don't forget to scroll to the bottom of the page for your chance to win a copy for yourself.
This looks like a fun read. Let me tell you a little about the book...
The Blurb
FLOORED is a charming romantic comedy guaranteed to give you a lift.
Hannah and Drew work in the same office.
Hannah and Drew use the same elevator.
Hannah and Drew aren’t looking for love.
They haven’t even met.
Yet something is happening
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Amiable TV production accountant Drew has turned his back on love after the death of his fiancée, an incident which cemented his longstanding elevatophobia. When Drew moves towns and jobs for a fresh start, he hears a voice in the office lift telling him to “be careful”.
Is it his fevered imagination, the ghost of his fiancée, or someone playing a cruel prank? Quickly, he becomes desperate, foolish... and unexpectedly smitten.
Sweet and sassy Hannah wouldn’t mind finding love, but keeps choosing the wrong boy friends. Her innate social anxiety, deepened by bad experiences with a preying boss, is a huge barrier to dating anyone new.
Yet, to expose her boss’ antics, she needs to be lucky as well as smart. However, talking to a sweet but hapless co-worker isn’t the answer... is it? After all, she could never imagine meeting him in person.
When Drew discovers the adorable girl behind the voice, a relationship blossoms alongside a shared determination to bring justice to their workplace, risking everything.
Will their daring plan succeed or will it jeopardize the happiness they’ve found with each other?
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The Excerpt
Our delightful, sparky but shy MC, Hannah, is considering meeting Drew, who she’s been talking to in the office lift. However, she’s massively resistant to meeting men, and very out of practice with dating.
Her best friend and neighbour Amy, a ballsy Welsh firefighter, agrees to an evening out to celebrate Hannah’s tentative steps towards romantic involvement. Cue a very odd “fake dating”…
Amy refilled her glass, drank, and then bit her lip, thinking. ‘You know what you need? Practice.’
‘Eh?’
‘Date practice. Now, here, with me.’
Hannah laughed. ‘Ames, we’re mates. We’re not on a date.’
Amy coughed, shuffled her shoulders, and put on a deeper voice. ‘The name’s Drew.’
Hannah darted glances around the sparsely populated Italian restaurant. ‘Stop it,’ she hissed. ‘You’re embarrassing me.’
‘Oh,’ Amy continued, contralto. ‘I thought you wanted to come on a date with me, Elle.’ She pushed her seat back, preparing to stand.
Hannah tugged Amy’s hand. ‘Shhh. Sit down.’
The strapping firefighter—unusually feminine in a low-cut maroon blouse and long navy skirt—smiled contentedly and sat.
‘Anyway, it’s Hannah, not Elle,’ Hannah snipped.
‘You’ll have told him your real name?’
‘Of course. I’m not trying to be fucking Banksy.’
Amy tutted. ‘Bit sweary, isn’t it, for a first date?’
‘Fuck off,’ she chided quietly. ‘Besides, what happened to you being Drew?’ She shot a pointed look and sipped her fizz.
Amy put on a serious face. ‘So, Hannah, how many other men have you slept with?’
Hannah sprayed Prosecco across the table. ‘He’d never ask me that!’
Amy wiped droplets from her chest, holding in a laugh. ‘You should tell him the worst stuff up front, not waste more time by having a short relationship that didn’t go anywhere.’
‘You mean scare him off quickly?!’
‘No, but you want marriage and babies and stuff, right? No sense in wasting a ticking clock with the wrong person.’
‘What about having fun? Huh? Or using this as a test to see if I can start dating again?’
Amy pointed. ‘There you go, tell him he’s a dry run for Mr Right.’
‘Ha fucking ha.’
Amy tutted, waggling a finger. ‘Sweary Mary get no pokey-pokey.’
She slapped the hand away playfully. ‘I know you’re a “no fear, run into burning buildings” kind of person, but I might tread a bit more cautiously if that’s okay?’
Amy looked hard, then sighed. ‘I suppose. Sorry.’
Hannah pensively drew circles on the table mat with her fingertip. ‘Besides, it’s not how many men. It’s what they’ve done to me.’
Amy laid her hand on Hannah’s. ‘I know, Han. And that’s what you—and Drew—have to get past.’
‘Yeah, thanks.’
Amy brought the glass to her lips. ‘But, you know, for completeness, how many?’ She drank, raising a single eyebrow.
Hannah scowled and pulled her hand away. ‘I’m not getting into competitive bedpost-notching with you, Ms Jones.’
‘Sorry. But, serious for a moment, what was the worst?’
‘I’ve got a bloody roll-call, Ames.’
‘Would you tell him? You’ve heard his Katie story—and that’s pretty horrendous.’
‘Yeah, I’ll tell him. The Z-list he’s got to avoid appearing on if he wants access to this temple to female wonderment.’ She gesticulated at herself.
It triggered a thought about the prospect of relations with Drew, and her tummy went a little skippy.
‘Fire away, then. I mean, I know about Stuart.’
Hannah snorted. ‘The straw that broke the camel’s back.’ She gazed at the restaurant’s appalling faux Sistine Chapel ceiling. ‘Ben wanted me to throw out my chick-lit collection. Bad idea. Hugh slept with my best mate at Uni. Peter wanted me to stop speaking to all other men, including my mates. Jon wanted to do it on the first date. Charlie didn’t want to do it on the first date. Or even the tenth date. Shame, because it felt like he was hung like a racehorse.’ She sighed. ‘I think he was gay. What a waste. Anyway.’ She drummed her fingers on the table. ‘I voted Remain, and that was enough for Simon to drop me like a hot EU regulation. Oh, and you met Ollie, remember? You happened to pop over when he was at mine.’
‘Oh, yeah. Great stubble, bad shoes.’
‘After you left—like immediately, he asked about a threesome.’ Hannah gave a humungous eye-roll.
‘And you didn’t think to run that past me?’
Hannah slapped Amy’s hand.
Mercifully, at that point, the server arrived with their dinner.
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