When fantasy becomes reality...

 Folks!

Are you ready to misbehave? A WEEKEND OF MISBEHAVING is out now. I am beyond excited!! I don't know if you read A NIGHT OF MISBEHAVING, but even if you haven't, you will enjoy WEEKEND. It's a standalone with a fabulous HEA and characters that will sweep you off your feet.

 “In A WEEKEND OF MISBEHAVING, Carmen Falcone hits all the right notes: the story is great, the plot air-tight, the writing lively and fresh; it is a fabulously entertaining read" –Fresh Fiction

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When fantasy becomes reality…

The last thing nanny Alice Sommers needs is to be caught skinny-dipping by her sexy, cranky-pants boss—in his pool. Her sister owes a crap-load of money to a slimy loan shark and Alice really needs this job if she has any hope of saving her family. Fortunately, her boss is richer than sin and needs her just as much.
Art dealer Lorenzo Baldi will lose his prestigious career if his anarchist father’s paintings are revealed to the art world. He’s determined to persuade the paintings’ eccentric owner to sell them to him, even if to pull it off, he’ll have to blackmail his daughter’s nanny—a woman with the sexy curves of a Botticelli masterpiece—into being his fake fiancé.
The gorgeous island of Capri inspires some major misbehaving. But even as the loan shark breathes down Alice’s neck and the paintings move closer to the art scene, Lorenzo drops one more bomb that will change everything.
#misbehaving #curvy #boss 

In Which I’m 63 Years Old (and Four Months)

 

 

I have always thought of myself as an old soul. I’ve always enjoyed vintage French music, going out at night and getting drunk was never my thing, and yes, I had arthritis at twenty-seven.

Well, last week I did a fit point assessment test at my gym. Basically, based on a few tests, they tell you how old your body REALLY is. The suspense nearly killed me. 50? 80? I settled for 60. Well, friends, the verdict is out: my body is 63 years and 4 months old. Yes.

I’m 30, and my body is going all Benjamin Button on me!

Anyway, now I have the backup I’ve always needed. It turns out that I’m an old soul AND an old body. So the question is whether I should just enjoy my twilight years or go against nature and work out to try to shed some years.

The overly Botoxed personal trainer didn’t quite appreciate my humor when I asked her if I could get a senior citizen discount for the sessions. But, c’mon, take it from someone who’s clearly a prodigy at aging —I’ve always wanted to stay ahead of the game, so at least bone-structure wise I’m DECADES ahead of any of my friends. I’m probably even ahead of my mom, because she’s always exercised. Boo!

Although I love the practicality of a sedentary life, I have thought long and hard and have decided to take some personal trainer sessions, so I’d at least LEARN how to use machines to strength my muscles and keep my joints from deteriorating. Maybe by the time I’m 40, I can resemble a well-aged 80 year old. No, folks, my expectations aren’t high.

Plus, on the upside (yes, I always look for one), I’m sure the sessions will give me enough material to blog for the next few months. LOL. No, really! J

Anyway, that’s all! Off to the Elliptical now (I’ll be calling her Ellie in a couple of weeks. We’ll be good friends—until Ellie starts to bore the hell out of me).

Until later,

Carmen :P