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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

TLC Book Tours presents... THE SUMMER OF SUNSHINE AND MARGOT by Susan Mallery - EXCERPT!

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Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're OVER THE MOON to bring you a stop along the TLC Book Tours promotion for the latest upcoming release from author Susan Mallery via HQN!  It's actually PART ONE of the TWO PART TOUR featuring exclusive excerpts to get you primed and ready for the book's June 11th, 2019 release.  So, if it's not already on your radar, you best pay attention because you're gonna want to make room on your summer reading list STAT!  Ready?  Set?  Here we go!  All eyes on today's title in the spotlight and blog tour guest...


by
Susan Mallery
9781335008244
HQN

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41452250-the-summer-of-sunshine-and-margot?from_search=true

About the book...
The Baxter sisters come from a long line of women with disastrous luck in love. But this summer, Sunshine and Margot will turn disasters into destiny…

As an etiquette coach, Margot teaches her clients to fit in. But she’s never faced a client like Bianca, an aging movie star who gained fame—and notoriety—through a campaign of shock and awe. Schooling Bianca on the fine art of behaving like a proper diplomat’s wife requires intensive lessons, forcing Margot to move into the monastery turned mansion owned by the actress’s intensely private son. Like his incredible home, Alec’s stony exterior hides secret depths Margot would love to explore. But will he trust her enough to let her in?

Sunshine has always been the good-time sister, abandoning jobs to chase after guys who used her, then threw her away. No more. She refuses to be “that girl” again. This time, she’ll finish college, dedicate herself to her job as a nanny, and she 100 percent will not screw up her life again by falling for the wrong guy. Especially not the tempting single dad who also happens to be her boss.

Master storyteller Susan Mallery weaves threads of family drama, humor, romance and a wish-you-were-there setting into one of the most satisfying books of the year!





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~~~ EXCERPT #3 ~~~


He relaxed as he spoke. Margot found herself as curious about her client’s son as she was about her client. She’d done preliminary research on Alec, in the context of him being Bianca’s only family. She knew that Alec was a scholar who studied ancient texts. When he’d inherited the monastery nearly six years ago, he’d done extensive remodeling, turning much of the space into a research center for the study of obscure written works. He was reclusive, had never married and was rarely photographed. A few people had described him as stodgy and boring, but she knew they were wrong on both counts. Alec was a man who kept tight control over his emotions—a trait she could respect. To her mind, order was a kind of meditation that should be embraced by all.
“Shall we?” he asked, coming to his feet.
She rose as well and followed him out of the office and down a long hallway that opened onto the grounds. The hallway ceiling was fifteen feet high and all hand-carved wood. The stone floor was smooth, and she could see faint grooves from the thousands of feet that had walked this same path. She wanted to ask about the history of the monastery and what it was like to live here. She wanted to know if sometimes, in the quiet of those hours after midnight, he heard the whispered echoes of so many prayers. Margot didn’t consider herself religious, but she admired those who were. Faith must be a wonderful thing. She was just a little too pragmatic to believe that any divine force was going to help her with her life. As such, she believed in being self-reliant.
To her right were huge gardens. The well-kept grounds went
on for acres—a private paradise in the middle of Pasadena. She recognized several of the f lowers and plants but many were un- known to her.
“The grounds are lovely,” she said, wishing she had time to explore the paths she could see weaving through hedges and by trees.
“Thank you. They were in disrepair when I inherited the place but I hired a landscape architect to clean things up. He’s done a good job.”
He paused by a stone path and turned to her. “My mother recently sold her house and has moved in with me until the wedding,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “Should you take the job, she would like you to stay here, as well, for the time you’re working together.” He glanced at her. “Just to be clear, my mother sometimes keeps odd hours.”
“Many clients do,” she assured him, thinking of the business executive who had wanted to work on his Chinese etiquette between four and six in the morning.
“She’s not—” he began, then pressed his lips together. “My mother is—” He shook his head. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”
He started across the lawn toward the garden. Margot followed him along the stone path that was just as worn as the open hallway had been. They passed between two f lowering trees onto a huge patio created with paving stones. Stone benches lined the perimeter while hundreds of pots of various sizes over- f lowed with exotic f lowering plants.
The scent was divine—sweet without being cloying. If she had to pick a single word, she would have chosen alive as the fragrance. She found herself longing to sit on one of the stone benches and turn her face to the sun. Farther on, she spotted a table and chairs and desperately wished for a slow-paced dinner at sunset.
“This is the most incredible garden I’ve ever seen,” she admitted, unable to hold in the comment. “It’s magnificent.”
“I can’t take credit.” He gave her a slight smile. “But it is very nice.”
Nice? Iced tea was nice. This was stupendous!
She reminded herself that she was here for an interview and reluctantly let go of her garden lust. As they moved toward the table and chairs, Margot saw a woman seated in a small, hidden alcove, reading a magazine. The woman glanced up when she noticed them and waved a greeting.
Margot rarely worked with celebrities. Her area of expertise was the corporate arena. If you had a quick trip down to Argentina, for example, she was the one who could give you a crash course on things like greetings—while the first greeting with a client or customer involved a handshake, in subsequent meetings, the greeting was likely to be a kiss on the cheek, even if the business meeting was between two men. She could advise that good posture was important and that dinner rarely started before nine. She found comfort in rules and knowing the right thing to do in any situation.
Each employee in her company had a profile that was made available to prospective clients. Coming to an understanding of who worked best with whom was a mutual decision. Movie stars and those in the music business rarely picked Margot and she was fine with that. She’d been on a couple of jobs with di- rectors looking to be more successful in obtaining financing in China, but that was different. Which probably explained why she was unprepared to meet Bianca Wray in person.
Oh, she’d seen pictures of the actress and had watched three of her movies the previous weekend. She was familiar with the sound of her voice and the way she moved, but none of that had equipped her for the reality of seeing her up close.
Bianca was far more delicate in person. Slim, but also small boned. There was a glow to her bare skin, a grace to her movements. Her deep blue eyes were wide and her light brown hair was wavy, and just past her shoulders.
Taken individually, the features were nice enough but un- remarkable. Yet there was something about the way they were put together. Something…breathtaking. Margot supposed that was the difference between the chosen and the ordinary. An undefinable quality that couldn’t be manufactured, only recognized and worshipped.




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About the author...


#1 NYT bestselling author Susan Mallery writes heartwarming, humorous novels about the relationships that define our lives-family, friendship, romance. She’s known for putting nuanced characters in emotional situations that surprise readers to laughter. Beloved by millions, her books have been translated into 28 languages.  Susan lives in Washington with her husband, two cats, and a small poodle with delusions of grandeur.





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Special thanks to TLC Book Tours for the chance to bring this tour to you as well as Harlequin Books for the excerpt use.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, the publisher, this tour, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above.  REMEMBER, this is only part one of the two part tour so get to clicking to catch up on the excerpts you may have missed, plan to follow the rest, and stay tuned for more bookish fun when we review this same said title in the coming weeks!


Excerpt tour...

Tuesday, May 28th: Sincerely Karen Jo
Wednesday, May 29th: Palmer’s Page Turners
Wednesday, May 29th: Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers
Thursday, May 30th: Jathan & Heather
Friday, May 31st: Books and Spoons
Saturday, June 1st: The Lit Bitch
Monday, June 3rd: Audio Killed the Bookmark
Tuesday, June 4th: Bewitched Bookworms
Wednesday, June 5th: Reading Reality
Thursday, June 6th: Romantic Reads and Such
Friday, June 7th: Broken Teepee
Monday, June 10th: Book Reviews and More by Kathy


Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!


3 comments:

traveler said...

Lovely and delightful book which I would enjoy greatly.

Sara Strand said...

Thank you for being on this tour! Sara @ TLC Book Tours

Susan Mallery said...

Thank you so much for sharing this excerpt. I really appreciate your support. <3

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