Friday, August 29, 2008

Excerpt: Too Fine for Pine by Isabella Jordan

Big, Blooming & Wild! Two Fine for Pine
by Isabella Jordancover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-904-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, BBW, Big, Blooming, & Wild!

Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author

Length: Novella

Big, Blooming & Wild! Two Fine for PineIsabella JordanAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Isabella Jordan
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“You know what I think of this place?” Vanessa Arnault glanced around at the endless acres of trees and rich countryside of Cana, Virginia, and smiled.
“That your father should have punished you by giving you a French vineyard instead?” Brenda stood just behind her with her arms folded across her chest looking bored out of her mind.
Vanessa knew how her friend felt. When her father had announced his latest and most devious plan to force her to grow up, she’d considered being sent to Cana a fate worse than death too. They were out in the middle of nowhere. No clubs, primitive shopping at best out here in the sticks. There was nothing for miles but cows, farms, more cows, and people of all types who stared at her wherever she went and not in a good way.
“I know things seem bleak now,” Vanessa began. “But I’ll tell you something, Brenda. I’m going to take Daddy up on his challenge.”
Brenda’s expression went from bored to incredulous. “You’re going to become a farmer?”
“No.” Vanessa laughed. “He wants me to grow up and learn about the real world, right? He gave me this land and six months to figure out what to do with it to turn a profit. I’m going to prove to him I can do it.”
“He threatened to take away your credit cards again, huh?”
“Oh, shut up!” Brenda had been her best friend since they were two and knew her father nearly as well as she did. Her friend knew how the drill went. “Maybe he did. But what if, for once, I proved myself?”
Brenda’s burst of laughter didn’t surprise her. It did piss her off.
“If you were going to prove yourself to your father, Vanessa, why couldn’t you have done it last year when he sent you to his store on Rodeo Drive? You had the perfect opportunity to break into the fashion industry right there.”
“You mean working for the evil troll who manages that store?” Vanessa asked. “The only thing I learned from her is what happens when there’s no respect for basic human rights.”
“She fired you for boinking that French guy -- what was his name? -- in one of the dressing rooms,” Brenda reminded her.
“Oh yeah.” Vanessa smiled at that naughty little memory. “His name was Etienne. And she would have fired me anyway because she was a troll.”
“And you don’t like to do any real work,” Brenda pointed out.
“That was harsh, Brenda. I can do real work. I’m going to do a lot of real work right here in this place.”
“I still wish you could have found ambition last year on Rodeo Drive.” Brenda shook her head. “What the hell are we going to do out here? Develop a line of designer Christmas trees?”
“I thought of that.” And she had. “But then I had this brilliant idea at the spa.”
Brenda’s dark eyes met hers. “I’m afraid to ask.”
Walking over to one of two incredibly tall trees next to them, Vanessa knocked on its solid trunk, careful to do so gently because its bark was rough. The last thing she needed to do was crack one of her airbrushed nails until she could figure out if there was a spa in hillbilly hell.
“Look. This is a huge, gorgeous oak tree.”
“I’m impressed you knew it was oak,” Brenda told her.
Vanessa reached into her Prada tote and pulled out the Nature for Dumbbells book she’d bought before she’d caught her flight out of New York.
“There are a ton of trees here, all quality wood that can be made into something that can turn a profit.”
“You’re going to make furniture?” Brenda asked.
“Even better.” Her friend would love her idea since she was a pet lover too. “We’re going to make designer pet homes.”
“Pet homes?” Brenda’s pretty smile lifted her spirits.
“Vanessa’s Precious Pet Palaces.” She held her arms out for effect. “What do you think?”
“Love it!”
“The first one is going to be for Pierre, my baby poodle,” Vanessa explained. “A perfect, miniature Taj Mahal. There are all kinds of crafty people who live here who can make anything out of wood.”
Brenda had caught onto her excitement, her black eyes gleaming. “My kitty? Tinkles? What about her?”
“Hmm, how about a miniature Buckingham Palace?”
“Make it Chateau Gaillard and you’ve got a deal.”
“Wonderful choice.” The two trees she stood before drew her attention. Oak trees and they looked remarkably similar. Well, you don’t see that every day. They appeared to be the biggest and best two oak trees as far as the eye could see. They’d be perfect to use for the first two pet homes for Pierre and Tinkles.
“What are you doing?” Brenda asked as Vanessa pulled a can of red spray paint out of her purse.
“Marking these two trees. They’re the best I’ve seen. We’ll use them to make our first two precious palaces.”
“Since when do you carry spray paint? You’re going to start a graffiti business too?”
Vanessa drew a huge red X on the trunk of each tree, doing a good job in her opinion.
“No, my book said I’d need some way to mark the trees I wanted for specific purposes.” Vanessa shrugged, tossing the can back into her bag. “Let’s head back to the house.”
At least they had a decent place to stay. The house was nearly a hundred years old and it offered a wonderful view of most of her new property even if it was lacking in basic necessities. Vanessa would love it even more once the hot tub arrived and she had it installed. The closets would need to be expanded and all the old-fashioned décor would have to go. Then there was the satellite dish, high-speed Internet, a home gym…
Once she’d made some modifications and found a decent chef willing to come out to the sticks, living there just might be tolerable.

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