Because it takes a lot of work to make Mondays fun, we at Inkspell decided to start a blog feature we like to call Eyecandy Monday. Each Monday we will feature the characters from one Inkspell novel and share with you all the fine details and tasty tidbits we can dig up about these interesting and well written main characters. We want to revisit some of our favorite hotties from our favorite stories! As we revisit our eyecandy, we are sharing with you an excerpt to wet your appetite about the character and the story. After all, you can't get enough of book eyecandy!
I cringed as a few other guests turned to look at me, and pretended to pick lint off the Davenport insignia on my blazer lapel. I was beginning to think that story would haunt me forever.
Poor Charlotte Davenport. Not nearly as pretty as her happily married older sisters. Forced to forgo her original career dreams in order to placate her parents by studying hotel management because she’s being groomed to take over for her father when he retires. Left at the altar during her wedding vows by her high school football coach fiancé, who’d fallen for one of his former students. Kicked out of their shared condo twelve hours after said debunked wedding by the new girlfriend whose name was “Kandi-with-an-I”. Forced to move home to assume her role as the twenty-seven-year-old spinster daughter of her wealthy parents.
It was pathetic that I lived at home again. And what was more pathetic? The fact that I’d not once stood up for myself. When my sisters clucked about how sad it was that I was still single as they adjusted their diamond wedding bands, I never told them to back off. When they fixed me up with coworkers of their husbands and with friends of friends of friends, I always politely obliged. I never once told them I wasn’t interested in being fixed up with their money-managing, suit-wearing, and briefcase-sporting candidates.
When I went to college with the intent to major in horticulture and floral design and my parents had scoffed, I’d quietly changed my major. It didn’t matter that the dream I’d had since I was ten years old was to own a greenhouse and flower shop. What mattered was that I was the daughter who didn’t have a husband or a family, which meant I was the one who’d inevitably take over the Astoria Resort.
When my fiancé, Lance, said “I don’t” at our wedding, then promptly bolted from the church, I didn’t chase him. I didn’t cry and scream and throw a fit. I simply picked up the hem of my ridiculously fluffy gown, apologized to the crowd staring at me in horror, and then slid out of the sanctuary.
And when I’d moved all of my things out of the condo with the intention of finding a small apartment in Astoria, I’d allowed my mother to convince me that my childhood bedroom was better suited for me. Instead of insisting I have my own space, all of my belongings went into storage and I moved into the pale pink bedroom I hadn’t lived in for over ten years.
“Don’t worry, dear.” Mrs. Koistinen’s tinny voice cut into my thoughts. “You’ll find someone. Look at you.”
But Charlotte isn't the mouse everyone thinks she is. And a chance meeting ten years after the most memorable kiss will change her life forever. Check out The Carny today for all the sexy interactions between Vin and Charlotte!