I am very excited to announce that today I get to share with you the cover reveal of Helena Hunting's Handle with Care, the next book in her sexy Shacking Up series. I highly recommend this series! Read my review of Shacking Up here and my review of I Flipping Love You here. The only sad news to share is that we have to wait until August to read this beauty.
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Without further ado... here is the cover. I love it!
Excerpt
NOTE: This is an unedited excerpt and is subject to change.
I’m startled out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a
bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like he’s trying to swim on land, or
approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.
“You can’t do this! It’s absolute bullshit!” Armstrong yells.
I look around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.
“I’m sorry, Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel it’s in the
company’s best interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this transitional
stage,” G-mom says firmly.
At the helm? I look to G-mom who’s busy not looking at me.
Armstrong jabs at finger at himself. “But I’m the one who’s put in all
the time here! I deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesn’t know the first
thing about Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells and forage for food
in the wilderness. How are those valuable assets here?” He turns his attention
to our mother. “Did you know about this? How can you let this happen? Look at
him. How can that be the face of our
company? He looks like he crawled out of a gutter and mugged a twenty-year-old
college kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom line?”
My mother clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry, Armstrong, but
this decision wasn’t mine to make. I know this is hard for you, but your
grandmother and fath—”
Armstrong stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. “The company is
mine! Lincoln can’t have it!”
I raise a hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the
freaking deal is. “Whoa, let’s back this bus up. Can someone explain what’s going on?”
“You’ve been appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the
will,” Christophe—no R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a name—my
father’s lawyer says.
I’m working on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. “You
didn’t say anything about me being CEO. You said you needed my help.”
“Running the company, yes,” she says through a practiced, stiff smile.
It’s her warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help
for a few months I figured it meant I’d be keeping Armstrong in line while she sorted
out who was going to take over the company, which I realize now was a stupid
assumption.
“I didn’t think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with
this dickhead on staff?” I motion to my brother.
“The name calling is unnecessary,” G-mom replies.
“Lincoln’s not even part of this family! He hasn’t attended one event in
the past five years except for Dad’s funeral. He didn’t bother coming to my
wedding and now he’s going to run the company? How is that fair?”
I snort. “Your wedding was an expensive joke.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “I was set up. Amalie had cold feet
and made me out to look like the bad guy.”
The woman beside him shoots him disgusted look.
Armstrong clears his throat and tugs at his collar. “My wedding is not
the real issue. The point is that you’ve never involved yourself in any part of
this family and now you think you can come in and take over. I will not stand
by and let this happen!” He keeps jabbing his finger at me, as if he’s engaged
in a finger sword fight.
I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong
has always been reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while it seemed like he
finally had it together—back when he was engaged. But ever since that fiasco of
a wedding he seems to have come completely unglued. Again. But worse this time.
“Someone needs a timeout.”
