Today is my turn on the blog tour for Hannah McKinnon's fantastic debut novel Time After Time! My review is coming later (so come read it!), but first up I have an extract from Chapter Two to whet your appetite!
The day before Hayley woke up in bed with her ex-boyfriend had been a complete and utter disaster. In fact, things had been sliding downhill before she’d even woken up. Her alarm clock didn’t go off, so she was already thirty minutes behind her impossibly tight schedule when she opened her eyes. While she crept around the house in the dark trying not to wake Rick and the kids, she’d knocked over Pickles’ bowl and squished the cold, jelly-like, not-so-delightful tuna cat treats right up between her toes. And just now at the office, the new intern, Jim, had bumped into her and spilled half a cup of lukewarm tea straight down her white shirt.
‘I-I’m so sorry, Hayley.’ Jim’s eyes almost popped out of his skull.
Hayley watched a blush creep over his chiselled cheekbones. ‘It’s fine,’ she said.
And you’re lucky you’re so flipping cute.
Waving a hand she added, ‘Don’t worry about it.’
She pulled on her shirt, trying to stop the fabric from sticking to her body. Jim apologised again, then made a swift exit, muttering something about papers he needed to file.
Hayley was about to make a dash for the loo to salvage her top when Charles stepped out of his office.
‘Never mind, Hayley,’ he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, and with a smile that looked about as real as market-stall Rolex. ‘Good job that shirt’s polyester.’
‘It’s silk, you pathetic prat,’ she said under her breath.
‘What was that, Hayley?’ Charles gave her a cool stare.
‘I-I’m so sorry, Hayley.’ Jim’s eyes almost popped out of his skull.
Hayley watched a blush creep over his chiselled cheekbones. ‘It’s fine,’ she said.
And you’re lucky you’re so flipping cute.
Waving a hand she added, ‘Don’t worry about it.’
She pulled on her shirt, trying to stop the fabric from sticking to her body. Jim apologised again, then made a swift exit, muttering something about papers he needed to file.
Hayley was about to make a dash for the loo to salvage her top when Charles stepped out of his office.
‘Never mind, Hayley,’ he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, and with a smile that looked about as real as market-stall Rolex. ‘Good job that shirt’s polyester.’
‘It’s silk, you pathetic prat,’ she said under her breath.
‘What was that, Hayley?’ Charles gave her a cool stare.