Teed Up for Love Online Book Tour December 2011

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Join Barbara Weitz, author of the contemporary romance novel Teed Up for Love as she virtually tours the blogosphere in December 2011 on her first tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About Barbara Weitz

Barb1 BARBARA WEITZ lives in a quiet suburb of Chicago with her husband and a mischievous German shepherd, Heiko, thankful her three grown sons are off making mayhem elsewhere. A career executive secretary most of her life, she’s also held a variety of mundane and unusual employment opportunities, during her sons growing years. This, coupled with a passion for animals, music and poetry, has helped shape the fictional characters she creates.

You can learn more about Teed Up for Love and Barbara Weitz at her website at: www.barbaraweitz.com

About Teed Up for Love

Teed Up For Love SOMETIMES A WORKING GIRL BLOWS HER LID…

Using her quick wit and take-charge attitude, Miranda Stiltgaard takes a marketing job for Stuart Golf Enterprises in Chicago determined to prove a well-educated girl raised in a small Alaskan town can succeed in a big city.

WHEN ACCUSED OF A CRIME SHE DIDN’T DO…

Embezzlement of company funds sends aloof London bachelor, Keegan Stuart, roaring into Chicago to ferret out a thief and protect the family business.

THEN RISKS HEARTBREAK TO BOOT….

Miranda hates that this unreadable Brit sees her as a backwoods frontierswoman dragging bear home for dinner. Or that she’s capable of a crime. But if it’s a fight he wants, she’ll show him how it’s done. Never does Keegan expect a woman of fortitude to rock his resolve and steal his heart…a heart he does not intend to lose.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Principle, not the actual act of apartment sitting my boss’s dog, has me wound so tight I’m about to burst at the seams.

That the lakefront apartment sits in the heart of Chicago’s downtown Loop area isn’t helping.

My name is Miranda Stiltgaard. I’m an adventurer by nature. Therefore, one would think the brain-frying madness of Chicago’s downtown traffic would be right up my alley. Yet nothing about my prior life in Alaska has prepared me for driving over six lanes of hot pavement alongside fast-moving trucks and cars to the stop-and-go assault of cabs, buses, pedestrians, cops and endless road repair.

During the week, I’m smart enough to take a train into the city, where I work as a marketing coordinator for Stuart Golf, a family-owned golf club manufacturer headquartered in London.

After six months on the job, I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished here. Neither the stuffy British persona of Stuart’s president nor my immature, irresponsible boss, Bill Perry, has caused me to lose heart.

Then yesterday—all hell broke loose.

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Bill breezed into the office with an agenda that made my head swim. He had just spent several days wining and dining Australian golfer, Corbett Paine, with a sleek new putter we hope to launch with his endorsement.

All this is good, except Bill only stayed in the office for a couple of hours. He and his girlfriend had plans to jet off to Vegas for a weekend of gambling and no sleep.

But not before he coerced me into watching his dog, dumped completion of Corbett’s legal worksheet in my lap, and gave me firm instructions: no phone calls unless death was involved.

When I reminded him the ad budget for the golf cart division was overdue, he rolled his eyes and said I worry too much.

Somewhere between Bill’s arrival and departure, I must have lost my mind. I believe it happened when our company president appeared in my cube looking for Bill and the overdue budget. Which I insanely assured him would be on his desk before day’s end. A promise I delivered to keep Bill out of hot water.

Thinking about it all caused an aggravating twitch at the corner of my right eye as I pulled into Bill’s underground parking garage. A quick check in the vanity mirror made me wish I hadn’t. My thick blond hair was damp. I wore no makeup. And the light on the visor made my skin paler—my eyes bluer.

The dumpy outfit I’d thrown on wasn’t much better. Flip-flops, ancient sweats with splotches of purple paint, and an oversized Big Dog T-shirt meant to amuse Bill’s small white West Highland terrier, Malcolm.

I accessorized the whole mess with a large Macy’s shopping bag hastily filled with a weekend’s worth of clothes.

“Class-eee,” I said, stepping from my car. The rhythmic slap of my flip-flops resounded loud in the eerie quiet of the garage. I prayed I wouldn’t run into anyone.

Now anxious to see my weekend companion and confide my bizarre life with its strange twists and turns, I picked up my pace. Malcolm will be my weekend therapist; Sigmund Freud in white whiskers with a nubbin of a tail that wiggles his whole body with enthusiasm.

I think I’ll even come clean about the strange dreams I’m having of late filled with steamy trysts with a 19th century lord in his manor.

As the elevator swooshed up eighteen floors, I finger combed my hair and sent my furry friend a message via mental telepathy. “I’m coming, Malcolm.”

****

I slipped my key into Bill’s lock and entered his posh, albeit masculine, apartment that greets you with a white marble foyer floor. Bill’s designer filled the place with stainless steel and glass tempered by leather and more shades of gray geometric shapes than I can count. Somehow it works and is brought to life with splashes of colorful modern art and a million-dollar view of Lake Michigan. The overbearing sixty-inch plasma TV is Bill’s addition to decorating.

Malcolm rushed me with happy yaps then abandoned me for the living room with a view.

Something was off.

I heard the soft click of computer keys over the low voice of a news anchor on the TV. “Esmeralda?”

“Gone,” replied a male voice that stopped me in my tracks and produced a fissure of caution.

I grabbed an umbrella from a stand in the foyer. “Bill?”

The typing stopped. “Not here,” rasped the tired voice, definitely not Bill’s.

I left the safety of the foyer to make a sudden entrance and pointed my weapon with a jab. “Who are you and how did you get in here?”

My eyes beheld a gorgeous non-threatening male armed with a laptop, undaunted by my aggressive posturing. He had black hair and a strong jaw in need of a shave that made him look more sexy than dangerous. Last night’s dream of a lord in his manor did a nanosecond flash through my mind, while his cool eyes made an uncomfortable swept over my body.

“Raining out?” A corner of his mouth quirked up. Sun beamed down on him through a large bank of windows. He yawned and stretched. A slice of taut belly peeked between a gray shirt and jeans. He looked at my Macy’s shopping bag from under dark lashes and dismissed me by returning to his typing. “The housekeeper was already here.”

“What?” I lowered the umbrella and realized how bad I looked and became indignant at his sexist conclusion. “I’ll have you know I am not the housekeeper.” I heard my own sexist reply and edged the Macy’s bag behind a club chair with my foot. “I repeat. Who are you and how did you get in here?”

Teed Up for Love Tour Schedule

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Monday, December 5th
Interivew at Pump Up Your Book

Tuesday, December 6th
Interview at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Wednesday, December 7th
Review at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Thursday, December 8th
Guest Post at Reviews by Molly

Friday, December 9th
Interview at The Examiner
Guest Post at InkyBlots

Monday, December 12th
Review at Live to Read

Tuesday, December 13th
Review at Book Dilettante

Wednesday, December 14th
Guest Post at Jersey Girl Reviews

Thursday, December 15th
Review at Jersey Girl Reviews
Review at Ohio Girl Talks

Friday, December 16th
Review at Reviews by Molly

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Barbara Weitz’s TEED UP FOR LOVE ONLINE BOOK TOUR DECEMBER 2011 will officially begin December 5th and end December 16th. If you would like to host her on her tour, please contact Jaime at jmfictionscribe(at)yahoo.com.au. Thank you for your support!

Giveaways, Contests & Prizes!

In celebration of Barbara Weitz’s tour, she will be appearing at  Pump Up Your Book’s 1st Annual Holiday Extravaganza Facebook Party on December 16.  More than 50 books, gifts and cash awards will be given away including a print copy and one e- copy of Teed Up for Love !  Visit the official party page here!


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