Searching for Superman
by Ute Carbone
Contemporary Romanctic Comedy
Publisher: Champagne Books
Release
Date: June 3, 2013
Heat Level: Sensual
Word
Count/Length: 55,000 words/166 pages
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Description:
Stephanie Holbrook has finally found a job she really loves:
working as an assistant to Conrad Finch in a small regional theater that’s
about a three dollars and a power outage from being torn down. Stephanie wishes
her love life would be as perfect as her job. She’ll be thirty on her next
birthday and she still hasn’t found Mr. Right.
According to Stephanie, Mr. Right has to be strong and brave, with great
values and good looks. A guy a lot like Superman.
When Doug Castleberry shows up at her niece’s birthday party
dressed as Superman, Stephanie is positive he’s not the real deal. Sure, he’s
great with kids and he’s kind of cute. But he’s just a high school teacher
making extra money by dressing up for kid’s parties. Hardly the strong, brave,
and drop-dead gorgeous guy she’s looking for.
As the theater teeters ever closer to the edge of disaster,
Doug proves to be a better man than Stephanie had ever imagined. Could he be
the Superman she’s been looking for all along?
About the Author:
Ute (who pronounces her name Oooh-tah) Carbone is a
multi-published author of women’s fiction and romance. Her romantic comedy, The
P-Town Queen, was selected as Champagne Books novel of the year for 2012. She
and her husband reside in Nashua ,
NH
Connect with Ute Carbone
Excerpt : When Stephanie meets Doug
As though her frustration had
been carried across the airwaves, a white van with a castle stenciled to its
side pulled into the Spellman’s driveway as Stephanie hung up. None too soon.
She surveyed the damages. All the balloons had been popped. The presents had
been opened in an attempt to restore order among the birthday guests. Wrapping
paper was strewn across the floor in three rooms. Some of the girls were
playing catch with a new Barbie doll. And several other children were using a
new jump rope as a makeshift whip.
Steve had taken Max, who had
somehow fallen asleep despite the ruckus, upstairs for a nap. Liz was
attempting to clean bits of cookie dough from the counters and floors.
Stephanie squared her shoulders, ready for a showdown with the belated
Cinderella.
She marched down the driveway,
ready to tell the Castle Creature just what she thought of abhorrently tardy
behavior, when out of the van jumped Superman.
He didn’t look so much like
Superman as a man dressed for a Halloween party. He was too short for a
superhero, for one, only a few inches taller than Stephanie. He was more wiry
than muscular.He was cute, though. He had a full head of light brown curly hair
and nice eyes. Not blue, like Christopher Reeve’s had been, but hazel. The eyes
were looking right at her.
“Spellman?” he asked. When she
didn’t answer, he smiled apologetically. “The GPS in the van isn’t working. And
this development is a maze. I felt like I was in an episode of Lost. In which I
was really lost. I figured I’d eventually run out of gas and Jane would have to
put out an APB.” He looked at Stephanie with those hemlock eyes again. “Sorry.”
“You are not supposed to be
Superman.”
“What?” He went to the van and
drew a paper off the seat.
“I’m sure. Yup. Says right here.
Superman.”
She took the paper from him and
crumbled it. “You are supposed to be Cinderella.”
“No.” He looked at her with a
combination of horror and confusion. “Cinderella?”
“It’s a princess party. So you
better have Cinderella in that van of yours.”
“It’s not my van. And, no, I
don’t have Cinderella hiding under the backseat.” He gave her a no-harm-no-foul
sort of shrug.
“Let me call Jane.”
Stephanie waved her cell phone at
him. “What do you suppose I’ve been doing for the last hour?”
“Okay, okay. She’s probably...
Let me go back to the shop, see what I can do.”
He turned to get back into the
van. She gave his cape a tug. “You are not leaving. You can’t leave. There are twenty-five
children terrorizing my sister’s house and you have to stop them.”
“You’re not Liz Spellman?”
“No. I’m her sister. It doesn’t
matter. You get in there and do whatever it is you do or I’ll get you fired.”
“That would be great,” said
Superman. “Seriously, if you could get me fired.” He smiled. She glared at him.
“Twenty-five?”
She nodded and he shook his head.
“No offense to your sister, but is she nuts? The kid is five, right? All the
magazines say age plus one.”
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