Good morning hoppers! Yes, you’ve come to the right place
for the New Year’s Blog Hop. I’ve even got the graphic to prove it! LOL!
If you are starting on my blog you’ll need to get the whole
scoop about the blog hop! To go to the spot with all the instructions, just
click on the logo and it will take you there. I'm here for three days of fun, fun, fun and did I mention...PRIZES!!!
My contribution to the hop is simple. First, each of you
will be entered into my daily drawing for a copy of my latest book, A Viennese
Christmas. Second, have any of you heard of the painting called The Kiss? Here’s
a copy of it in case you’ve never seen it:
This painting is by the artist Gustav Klimt and is a very
famous painting that resides in the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, Austria. It
also happens to be just right up the street from my flat. Here’s more on the
painting and the artist should you be so inclined to check them out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kiss_(Klimt)
Now, you’re probably wondering just why I’m telling you
this. It's quite simple...my grand prize package will be a ‘Kiss’ package sent to you direct from
Vienna. In it you will find anything and anything
in regards to the painting ‘The Kiss’ or Vienna itself. Things like coasters, notecards, or keychains...but the best part is...this is a once-in-a-lifetime-gift. This is my best blog
hop package yet IMHO.
So, what do you have to do to be entered you ask...simple...just comment
and tell me one thing about the excerpt I post from my latest book A Viennese
Christmas each day. It’s that easy. Tell me whatever you want about my story...and do it
often...every comment will be one entry into my contest. Please, please, please do not forget to give me your email addy so that I can get in touch with you. The more you
comment, the more you’re entered. I will announce the today’s ebook
winner at the end of tomorrow’s blog and the Grand Prize Winner will be revealed on Tuesday, January 15.
Here’s your first excerpt...enjoy!
Her disappointment must have been
plain on her face as she found herself suddenly gazing into the greenest eyes
in a very handsome male face. A question in German followed as she tried to
ascertain just what he said.
“I’m sorry,” she stated, her
confusion obvious. “I’ve only picked up a word or two since I’ve been here. Do
you speak English?”
“You’re American?” he questioned
without the accent most Austrians possessed.
“Don’t make it sound like such a
curse. There are a lot of us, you know.” Her indignation evident in her tone.
His rich laughter filled the space,
warming her to her bones in ways she hadn’t expected. “Sorry. I guess one does
pick up the attitudes of where they live.”
She looked at him puzzled. “That’s
that supposed to mean?”
“Henry Jager, American, at your
service ma’am.” His sweeping bow brought a smile to her lips.
“Amanda Kranz and I hardly think I
qualify as a ma’am.” She stuck her hand toward him. His firm grasp sent an
electric sensation as she felt the spark deep within her. She swore he felt it
too as his eyes darkened.
“Do you prefer Amanda or Mandi? I
know there’s not much of a choice with Henry.” His serious gaze spot of his
interest.
Laughter bubbled up in her, the
first such emotion in weeks. “Henry is a fine, strong name. And it doesn’t
matter much with mine.” His hot look made her want to shiver in anticipation of
what she could only speculate.
“Really? I would have thought your
business associates would call you Amanda. Now your intimate contacts I expect
call you Mandi.”
She gazed at him. Intimate
contacts, now there was a misnomer. It had been years since she’d had any
intimate contacts of the male persuasion. “Sounds good to me.”
“You gave in too easy.” He
reluctantly let go of her hand as his look took on a more serious aspect. “Are
you meeting someone?”
She shook her head. “No one to
meet.”
“Good.” He grabbed her hand again,
placing it in the crook of his arm. “Have you ever been to one of these
before?” Henry expertly meandered around people, baby carriages and more as he
led her to the next booth.
“Not really. I saw them last year
but being so new to the city, I couldn’t bring myself to go to one alone.” She
gazed at the Rathaus beyond them, remembering how intimidated she’d been by
building even though it had a Christmas tree in front.
His eyes narrowed. “Sounds like
you’re still a relative newcomer.”
“I suppose so. I got here in
November of last year.”
“Ah – your impression?” His brows
lifted when he drew back as if to study her face.
“Very commercialized. I expected
something more – ” she struggled to find the right word. “– more homey, more
authentic – more Austrian.”
Henry gazed around a moment before
looking back at her. “I see your point. This is probably the one
Christkindlemarkt that’s got the least to offer in specialized, authentic goods
in my opinion except it does have a certain ambiance. And of course, there’s
the skating rink as well as the park decorations.”
Her brow arched in amazement. She
really hadn’t expected anyone to agree with her. All the women she knew gushed
over every one of them. “You agree with me?”
His naughty smile was breathtaking.
“Most definitely. This is the one where most of the tourists come. While there
are some very Austrian things here hidden amongst the drivel, most are not
unique or special in any way.”
“My thoughts exactly. Where exactly
does one find more traditional items?” Astonishment spread through her. She had
not once heard anyone say a negative comment about Vienna. All her colleagues
gushed over the city but as far as she was concerned, it was just another place
to live.
They stopped in front of a food
booth, the aroma tantalizing. “Would you like something hot to drink?”
The brisk breeze nipped at her
cheeks and she felt the cold through her coat. She definitely could use
something to warm her up. “Sure.”
See you all tomorrow!
Lynn
