Happy Monday….to start the week I have a blog tour courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources. Now from the cover this book looks like a right treat.
Blurb: Meet Lucy, master wedding cake baker, idealistic school canteen crusader, and someone whose broken heart just won’t seem to mend…
Lucy is quietly confident that she has made the right choices in life. Surrounded by friends and family in a small country town, Lucy can easily suppress the feeling that something is missing from her life.
But when a blast from the past arrives in the form of her estranged husband, international celebrity chef Oliver Murray, Lucy’s carefully constructed life begins to crumble beneath her like overbaked meringue.
Is Oliver’s return all business or is it motivated by something more?
A Recipe for Disaster starts long after most love stories would have ended, proving it is never too late to offer someone a second slice of cake or a second chance.
Now without further ado….
After searching for a job, Lucy has come to the conclusion that her best option is to work with Oliver in some way. He’s got the public clout to get her brand on track, and he’s desperate for a top dessert chef to join the team. Now, all they need to do is bargain on a price. This scene sees Lucy at dinner with an old friend, Patrick.
In the bottom of my bag, my phone began vibrating wildly. A paper towel couldn’t appear quickly enough as I scrambled with slippery fingers to answer the call. The band at the end of the alley was, hopefully, starting to wind down for the night. Fingers crossed that lasted until the end of my call. After that, they could do as they pleased. All we had to contend with now was the racket of other diners and passers-by.
‘Hello?’ I shouted into the receiver.
‘Lucy? It’s me.’
‘Hello, me.’ I pointed to my phone and mouthed, ‘Oliver’.
‘How are you feeling about the job?’ he asked. ‘Have you had time to think about it this afternoon?’
‘I’m excited about it,’ I said. ‘I think consulting would work well.’
‘Yeah,’ he drawled. ‘I’ve been thinking about that.’
‘And?’ I hoped like hell he was on board with the idea, because anything less was a deal breaker, and left me firmly back at square one. “I’ve been thinking about that” was kind of along the same lines as: “We need to talk”. There was rarely good news at the end.
‘I think you might be right. It’ll give us a bit of breathing space, too. You know, you and me.’
I smiled in relief. ‘I like the sound of that.’
‘Me, too,’ Oliver said.
‘Have you thought about a wage?’
‘How does ninety sound to you?’ he asked.
A large table of people left the laneway, and it became noticeably quieter. Patrick watched on with concerned interest, his eating slowing as if it were impeding his ability to hear.
‘Can you repeat that?’ I asked.
I grappled for the pen and notepad in Patrick’s top pocket, scribbling the figure quickly and upside down.
Patrick waved his hands like crazy. ‘No,’ he mouthed. ‘One-fifteen.’
‘I was thinking something closer to one-fifteen.’ I pinched my face up and waited for the fallout.
‘Ah, no, Lucy.’
‘Bargain with me, Oliver.’
Over on the stage, the drummer tapped on a cymbal.
‘Have you checked your bank account today?’ Oliver asked.
‘No. Should I?’
‘I made a deposit the other day, the one we spoke about. It should be through,’ he said. ‘Check your account now. I’ll wait.’
I popped him on mute and opened my banking app. With a few quick taps of the finger, I discovered I was $200,000 richer. Surely, he’d screwed up and added a few too many zeros. I mean, I know I told him he owed his share, but I didn’t seriously expect that much to come through. My next thought was that he’d use it as a bargaining chip to whittle me down in price. After fanning myself, I returned to the call.
‘You there?’ I asked.
‘One-ten,’ I countered. ‘I’ve done my research. I know what I’m worth. I can do good things for you.’
Patrick shook his head and laughed.
Oliver puffed, hard. ‘One hundred, last offer. You have to remember, you’re not working for me full-time.’
‘I am a specialist, Oliver.’
‘Are you?’ he asked.
My mouth popped open in shock. ‘Don’t be rude. You know my skill set.’
‘You better prove that. One hundred. What do you say?’
I scribbled on the pad again. Patrick gave me the thumbs-up.
‘Lucy?’ he asked. ‘I’d really like an answer, so we can move forward.’
‘One hundred and one?’ I squinted.
Sweat ran down the back of my leg.
‘Okay, all right. One-oh-one,’ he said. ‘You drive a hard bargain, Lucy Williams for Murray’s.’
‘Let’s rendezvous during the week, shall we?’ I asked. ‘We’ll discuss arrangements going forward.’
‘Very professional.’ Patrick gave his seal of approval.
When I hung up the phone, I could barely register what had just happened. My weekend had been a whirlwind of breakups, barely there makeups, and rekindled friendships. Throw into the mix a resignation and, now, a job offer, and I wondered when the earth was going to stop spinning.
Author Bio –
Belinda Missen is an award-winning and best-selling author, screenwriter, and freelance writer from Geelong, Australia.
A reader from an early age, Belinda began writing her own stories shortly after her love affair with Steven Spielberg’s film Jurassic Park began. What began as fan-fiction soon took deeper root, and she was scribbling out strange little stories in empty notebooks she found laying around the house.
With qualifications in transport and office administration, and a combined career of fifteen years in these industries, Belinda decided to uproot everything in 2013 and return to her first love of writing. She now writes full-time, between cups of coffee, binge watching television, and feeding her cats and husband.