Thursday, September 24, 2015

See You Soon Broadway Book Tour: Read an Excerpt!

See You Soon Broadway ebook coverMaris Forrester has a wonderful life with an amazing boyfriend and a fulfilling job. She’s happy and content ... or so she thinks. Maris has always had huge dreams of being on Broadway. Ever since her very first performance as a child, she has envisioned herself on the stage under the shining lights. Now she has to decide whether she should to give up her wonderful life to chase those dreams.

When her parents announce they are moving, she comes across a long-lost family treasure. She doesn’t realize that this treasure may hold the key to her future and to all her dreams coming true.

And if that wasn’t sign enough, a mysterious stranger throws another wrench in the mix at a dazzling rooftop party benefiting the Arts. These could be signs of things to come.

But will she remain content in her perfect world, or will she step into the unknown world she has always dreamed of?

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An Excerpt from See You Soon Broadway

I must still be daydreaming as I quickly turn around and run smack into a man spilling his drink all over his obviously very expensive suit.

“Oh crap! I’m so sorry,” I yell. I start brushing my hand along his suit coat. Crap, what am I doing touching this man? I finally glance up at his face and wow -- tall, dark hair, and very … um … masculine. I must be staring because I don’t even realize that I’m still brushing the front of his coat and now his pants. I’m beyond humiliated now.

“Please don’t worry. It’s fine.” He smiles, holding up his hands. “I mean, it’s only a brand new suit, but hey that’s what dry cleaners are for, right?”

“Um, right.” I hesitate. “Sorry for, um, brushing, um.” Really, Maris, shut up, I think to myself.

He holds out his hand. “Trevor Ericson.”

“Hi, I’m Maris Forrester.” I shake his hand and smile thankfully. I really appreciate him changing the subject from my invading his personal space.

“Maris? That a nickname?” he asks curiously.

“No, a family name actually; I’m named after my grandmother.” He has managed to find a few cocktail napkins lying around and he wipes off his coat.

“That’s a cool name. So, how do you know the Phillips?”

Phillips? What’s he talking about?

“The Phillips?” I ask, trying not to cringe that I was rubbing the front of his suit for what seemed like five minutes.

“Yes, Tom and Liv, our hosts for this event?” He seems shocked that I have no idea who Tom and Liv are. I guess I should know that but too late now. Suddenly, I feel guilty like I just crashed a wedding or something.

“Oh right, I don’t actually -- we were invited by a mutual friend. It’s a great party though,” I say as I glance around.

“Yes, they do this every year to benefit the arts. It’s such a shame so many schools are removing them from their schedules. Liv, of course, has such a passion for this cause being that she’s also a musician. She’s performed all over the world.”

“She was a performer?” I ask excitedly. “That’s fantastic. I’m a singer, too, or at least I was. Now I’m a vocal instructor.”

“Really? That’s interesting, why don’t you sing anymore?”

Should I be having this conversation with a perfect stranger? He just keeps asking me questions. I probably shouldn’t be rude considering I just spilled alcohol over his Armani suit. Okay, so I don’t know for sure that it’s Armani, maybe Versace? I’m not exactly up-to-date on what designers men are wearing being that Kyle is more of a Gap kind of guy.

“You know how it is, life I guess. Anyway, where did Liv perform?”

“With some orchestra. She’s an amazing violin player. I went to college with Tom; we were fraternity brothers.”

I roll my eyes. Figures that Trevor was a frat boy. He’s totally charming and outgoing. He was probably the president, too.

“Did you just give me an eye roll?” he asks playfully. I guess that was pretty obvious.

I laugh. “Yes. I was just thinking that I could totally see you being a frat boy.”

He cracks a smile. “I take offense to that, but I guess the choir girls don’t really like frat boys, do they? I may have to send you my dry cleaning bill after all.” I start to feel uncomfortable. My amazing boyfriend is somewhere around here waiting for me and I’m chatting (not flirting) with some random frat boy.

About the author:
Melissa Baldwin 2
Melissa graduated from the University of Central Florida with a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications and has always had a love for writing. An avid journal keeper, she took her creativity to the next level by fulfilling her dream with her debut novel, An Event to Remember ... or Forget. Since then she has written and published two more novels, Wedding Haters and See You Soon Broadway within 14 months.

Melissa resides in Orlando, Florida, with her husband and young daughter. When she isn't writing, this multi-tasking master organizer is busy being a mother, wife, chauffeur, PTA President, and Fitness Trainer.

When she has free time, she enjoys traveling, running, fitness, fashion, and taking a Disney Cruise every now and then.

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