First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
- Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
- Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
- Finally… reveal the book
“We’re lost.” The announcement roused Marisol Winston from a fitful sleep. It was just as well. She’d been dreaming of Eames chairs and sample sales and minty mojitos, and the last thing she needed after the night she’d just spent was another cocktail. Even an imaginary cocktail. With lots of ice and a hunky bartender and a wallop to make a girl forget everyth… Zzzz. Then: “Yup. We’re definitely lost.” Ugh. Marisol definitely wasn’t prepared for a crisis today. She just wanted to stay in her comfy double bed in her comfy Malibu beach house in her comfy, cushy life until she got her mojo back. She’d been out late again last night, celebrating a mega-successful spree at her favorite boutiques along Third Street and Robertson Boulevard, and the last thing she needed now was a problem. She wasn’t even sure she’d stashed all her finds before going out club hopping with Caprice and Tenley. That kind of carelessness meant she was slipping again, falling into that trouble zone where shopping turned into…
And The Book Is..
With no skills besides scoring the perfect stilettos, maxing out her credit card, and partying till dawn, Marisol Winston is about to get a lesson in the real world–and in love…
After years of perfecting her party-girl image, Marisol wants to open an L.A.-based deluxe boutique. Unfortunately her father refuses to foot the bill until she agrees to do a stint in shopaholic rehab. Surely she can survive a few weeks without Dior, right? But part of Marisol’s anti-retail remedy entails getting a real job as a nanny/housekeeper in Podunkville, Arizona. Suddenly she’s knee-deep in PB&Js and dirty laundry, surprised to find herself just a teensy bit smitten with her three sticky-fingered charges–and their deliciously distracting Dad (even if he does wear discount denim).
Quarterback Cash Connelly has one last shot at being re-signed to the pros, which means he needs a nanny who runs a tight ship. Marisol seems to know way more about Tiffany’s than T-ball, and she has more miniskirted sex appeal than is strictly necessary for laundering jockey shorts. But his kids seem positively smitten. Well, who wouldn’t love a woman who serves up ice cream for breakfast? Now if only Cash can find a way to stick to his strict hands-off-the-nanny policy…
* named one of Booklist magazine’s Top 10 Romances
* awarded 4½ stars Top Pick! from Romantic Times magazine
* selected as a finalist for the Booksellers Best Award in the single title/mainstream category