Hi, everyone! Let’s play a game! Since deception is a key ingredient in THE REBEL HEIR, the second book in my Spare Heirs series, I thought it would be fun to play two truths and a lie. Can you guess which fact isn’t true about me? Good Luck!
Fact 1.) The Tragic Snow Angel Incident.
One winter I took a trip with my family to the mountains of North Carolina. While we were there being cozy in front of the cabin’s stone fireplace on the top of a mountain, there was a snow storm and we woke up to 18 inches of snow. For a southern girl, that’s pretty exciting. So I was out the door that morning with a smile on my face. Spying an area that was untouched by footsteps, I knew I wanted to make a snow angel!
I closed my eyes and fell backward, ready to meet a cold pillow at my back. Instead, the surface crunched as it swallowed me whole. Minutes later I was still sprawled on the gravel drive, looking up from a person shaped hole in the snow much like when a cartoon character jumps out a window and only that section of glass breaks. As it turns out, snow isn’t that soft. And that’s how I broke my tailbone—in a tragic snow angel incident.
Fact 2.) The Hair Debacle.
When my husband was in college, I had many different jobs. He went to Clemson University, (Go Tigers!) which is in the small town of Clemson, South Carolina. Needless to say jobs in my field of interior design weren’t plentiful. I tried many different paths during that period of time from measuring people for a weight loss company, to managing a plumbing parts showroom, I tried it all. But the worst of my jobs, in my opinion, was when I sold hair to bald men.
I managed a local branch office of a toupee company. Men would come into the salon and have their hair glued down every few weeks and leave with luxurious heads of hair. I was in charge of an inventory of hundreds of toupees and the staff who administered the glue. And the worst part of this? I was fired for improper filing of hair pieces. It was quite the hair debacle.
Fact 3.) The Glitter Fiasco.
I’m a huge fan of sparkly things. Years ago, I took my fondness for bedazzling to the next level with the help of an author friend when we started adding a bit of sparkle to the lives of our friends at writer conferences. Some may refer to it as Glitter Bombing hotel room doors at 3 am, but I like to think of it as spreading cheer—lots of glittery cheer. *grins*
At a conference last year, armed with glittery confetti and a roll of scotch tape, we slipped out the door. Two doors into spreading cheer around the conference hotel, we paused at a long, narrow table opposite the hotel elevator doors. We knew that our next friend was still awake and we needed to get in and get out as quickly as possible. To get ready, we looped pieces of tape around our fingers and stuck them to confetti for the door. There we were, each with ten pieces of sticky paper on our fingers and bags of glitter on the table in front of us when a member of the housekeeping staff walked around the corner carrying an armful of towels. We froze. She pressed a button on the elevator.
Always a quick thinker, my friend picked up the only thing other than our bags of glitter and confetti on the table—the telephone receiver.
She pushed the button to hang up, but kept the phone to her ear, never saying a word. We had no reason to be standing there at 3 am, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the blank wall opposite the elevators. And the lady’s elevator simply refused to arrive.
Had it been 3 minutes? 10? Would the silence ever end?
Fighting back laughter, I turned to my friend. “They’re not answering?”
My friend had been poised with the phone to her ear for longer than could be considered normal. Still, silence. Finally the elevator arrived, the doors opened, closed again, and we ran. Anxious to get away from the scene of the crime, we tore into the bag of glitter faster than we’d intended, leaving a HUGE pile of glittery confetti on the floor outside our friend’s door. And that was when hotel security arrived...
We were escorted off the property, still in our pajamas and with glittery evidence covering our hands. And that’s how I was arrested for being too sparkly, as well as banned for life from a major hotel chain. It was a complete glitter fiasco.
Can you guess which one is the lie?
Title: The Rebel Heir
Series: The Spare Heirs, #2
Author: Elizabeth Michels
Pubdate: September 6th 2016
The Spare Heirs Society Cordially Invites You to Meet Ash Claughbane: The Imposter
Lady Evangeline Green is living a lie. To please her family, she masquerades as the perfect debutante…until she meets the wickedly charming Lord Crosby. With him, there are no rules. She’s finally free to do as she desires—but freedom comes with a price, and Lord Crosby is not what he seems…
Ash is not Lord Crosby. He’s a con artist, a noble Spare Heir living off his silver tongue. When the Greens ruined his family, he swore he’d make them pay, and he never doubted his devotion to revenge…until he met Evangeline. Now, caught in a web of lies, torn between duty and desire, what’s a con to do but deceive all of London and steal the one lady who dared match wits with the devil himself?
Elizabeth Michels grew up on a Christmas tree farm in rural South Carolina. After tip-toeing her way through school with her focus on ballet steps and her nose in a book, she met a boy and followed him a thousand miles away from home to Kansas City, Missouri, before settling down in North Carolina.