by Mandy Colton
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GENRE: Romance (humorous)
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BLURB:
Secure your seat belt and get ready for another bumpy ride.
Veronica Lane never considered her life dull as a single woman working in the travel industry as a sales representative—not until one bad day ends in the loss of her dream job, and desperation leads her to Cavalcade Tours. The fun quickly turns into chaos and eyebrow-raising questions. Disaster leads to a shocking revelation leaving Veronica disgruntled and unsure if she has what it takes to begin a whole new career.
Some time away, deep thought, and her own misadventures have her gathering up the remains of her dignity and returning to her job with its interesting group of colorful and charismatic cohorts...with one big change. She’ll no longer just be a tour escort this time. Milton Porter, the owner of Cavalcade Tours, owns another company with secrets.
With her mind made up, new skills, passport in hand, and her bags packed, Veronica is ready to roll out for new destinations. Things get hairy as she tackles the dual roles her new job demands, dodging wild animals, nasty foes, and sometimes even the new men in her life.
Surrounded by kooky tourists, Veronica’s adventures place her in some dramatic and hilarious situations, and each return home to Peachtree City, Georgia has its own drama with her family of oddballs, nutty bunch of friends, and their pets. Her new life is sometimes bumpy and filled with turbulence, but it stays an intriguing and exciting ride.
Veronica Lane never considered her life dull as a single woman working in the travel industry as a sales representative—not until one bad day ends in the loss of her dream job, and desperation leads her to Cavalcade Tours. The fun quickly turns into chaos and eyebrow-raising questions. Disaster leads to a shocking revelation leaving Veronica disgruntled and unsure if she has what it takes to begin a whole new career.
Some time away, deep thought, and her own misadventures have her gathering up the remains of her dignity and returning to her job with its interesting group of colorful and charismatic cohorts...with one big change. She’ll no longer just be a tour escort this time. Milton Porter, the owner of Cavalcade Tours, owns another company with secrets.
With her mind made up, new skills, passport in hand, and her bags packed, Veronica is ready to roll out for new destinations. Things get hairy as she tackles the dual roles her new job demands, dodging wild animals, nasty foes, and sometimes even the new men in her life.
Surrounded by kooky tourists, Veronica’s adventures place her in some dramatic and hilarious situations, and each return home to Peachtree City, Georgia has its own drama with her family of oddballs, nutty bunch of friends, and their pets. Her new life is sometimes bumpy and filled with turbulence, but it stays an intriguing and exciting ride.
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EXCERPT:
Interesting
Office Meetings
Everyone
was in house today after taking a little break from the last couple of
missions. There were eight of us currently that made up Cavalcade and WIC.
Besides Nash, Silas, Milton, Judy, and me, there was Django—another
tour-guide-turned-amateur-spy—Jeff, and Megan. Milt had ordered us all subs and
salads from a nearby Italian place that he and Judy, our Italian office manager
and meatball authority, had recently found and approved. We were talking and
chatting while eating, and as usual, Jeff was fiddling with a gadget.
Jeff
Pruitt was the youngest in the group. Milt had taken him under his wing when
Jeff’s father was killed while on a mission in the Army. Jeff was young, kind
of shy, liked to tell little corny jokes, and was a genius with a love of
gadgets from the James Bond movies. The character, Q, was his idol, and I’d
dubbed him Q’ute not long ago, after remembering the name from an old Bond
book, and the fact that Jeff himself was a total cutie-pie. I just hadn’t told
him that the Q character in E that particular book had been a woman.
Milton
took a bite of his sub, coughed, and pounded his chest for a few seconds. He
took a big drink of his soda and then began talking. “First thing. We’ve hired
two new tour guides. One will take a tour with Ronni in two days for training,
and the other guy will start about a month from now. He’s taking a holiday
before he starts with us. Ronni, you and the new gal are taking a week-long
Pacific trek tour with a group of eighteen by coach from Frisco, and that
includes, Nash.”
Uh,
shit. That was a pretty good-sized group and the most I’d have so far with the
company. And what did he mean by trek tour?
Milton
put his fist to his mouth to cover a small burp and held his stomach for a
minute. He began talking again. “Silas and Djang...urp.” He had just burped
Django’s name and now we were all looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“Sorry,
kids. Guess these spicy meatballs aren’t agreeing with me today.” Clearing his
throat, he continued. “Let me go back to Ronni and Nash’s trip. We’re looking
for a homegrown terrorist’s new camp in the Pacific Northwest. He’s a militia
leader and extreme activist, left over from the Aryan group that was taken down
in Idaho a while back. He’s taken credit for more than one murder just recently
and is considered extremely hostile and dangerous.”
Milton
shifted in his chair and we heard a fluttery phoot sound. He shrugged his
shoulders and made a face like he was trying to play it off. “’Scuse me again,”
he then joked, “I’ll uh...be sure and split before a ‘head call’ is necessary.”
Nash
and Silas chuckled as Judy wrinkled her nose and made a face. Then she got up,
mumbling something about taking care of Milton’s ass—literally—and headed out
the door. I hoped she was getting an antacid or something for him. He looked a
little uncomfortable.
I
looked over at Jeff who was still playing with his little boxy looking gadget.
“Whatcha got there, Q’ute?” Megan snorted and shook her head. “Q’ute? I am not
calling him that. I’d rather eat a bug.”
Jeff
beamed, ignoring her, and said, “It’s a homing pill detector. It’s new. I mean
it’s old, but I just got it.”
I
nodded. “Really? What exactly does it do?”
“It’s
really just an old GPS detector. The homing pill is a small capsule with GPS
software in it,” he said enthusiastically.
“They
still make those? GPS pills?”
“Don’t
know yet. Some came with it. I’m testing it now,” he said, still tinkering with
the thing.
Milton
had been looking back and forth between us and was now furiously wiggling in
his chair. Judy walked in with a bottle of antacid and handed it to him. No
sooner than Milton closed his hand over the bottle, he let go a shocking string
of methane that could prompt the federal government to put aside its study of
the effects of all bovine gas on the environment to launch a new study program
based on just one human butt. Judy wrinkled her brows and snatched the bottle
back in disgust.
She
squeezed her nose and grumbled, “Definitely the wrong bottle, oaf.” Then she
left the room again, cursing under her breath.
Django
was looking at his food with a frown on his face. “Milton, my friend. I’m sorry,
but I have to ask an important question. I’m also eating a meatball sub. Does
this...um...occur every time you order this item from that place? I have a
special date with my sweetheart tonight, and such a malady would greatly
diminish my chances of a happy outcome.”
Everyone,
including Milton, burst out laughing at Django’s concern. Django Rockes was a
Cavalcade tour guide and our resident Romani gypsy—or, at least, that was his
shtick. He had a big personality and drove a brightly colored van that reminded
me of the Scooby Doo Mystery Machine. He was also Judy’s boyfriend; they were
definitely an interesting pair.
Before
poor Milton had a chance to answer Django, his chair vibrated again. Another
long, loud, obnoxious squeak, and seemingly endless squeal, ending in a
“wheezy” sound came from his end of the table. Being that the chairs were
leather, the sound was just amplified to a ridiculous level and musical note.
This of course, made everyone at the table immediately erupt into guffaws; even
Milton was wide-eyed, shaking his head and grinning in disbelief at his own
unusual theatrics.
Turning
my head, I watched as Jeff aimed his gadget at Milton. I was beginning to fear
that there was a connection between the gadget and Milton’s malady. Jeff had used
Milton as a test subject before in this very room, so I asked him, “You said
that you were testing your new gadget. How, exactly?”
Jeff
looked up and smiled. “Oh, right. Some of the old capsules came with it. I put
one in Milt’s meatball. I was gettin’ a pretty good reading at first. Now it’s
like the target is on the move.”
Nash,
Silas, and Megan, burst out into hysterical laughter. I put my fist over my
mouth trying hard to hold mine back. I swear Milton’s eyes crossed for a few
seconds and his chest visibly moved as he took a few deep breaths like he was
trying to maintain his calm. It was pretty sobering watching him slowly stand
while leveling a glare at Jeff. Uh oh. “Kid, I got one question before I have
to run. Please tell me there’s no damn radioactive material involved this
time?”
Jeff
shook his head. “Aw, heck no, Milt. That wouldn’t be right.”
Milton
did about half an eye roll and nodded before bolting for the door.
That
left us all chuckling, except for Django, who said, “Jeff, my boy. I need to
verify that you only used the one pill and Milton was the only recipient. My
woman is very calculated and demanding. Tonight will be our third venture into
the art of the Kama Sutra. It is the night of the posture of the apes in the
third month of spring.”
Most
of us raised our eyebrows, and continued to snicker. Megan said, “Agh…gross!”
Jeff
just looked at Django, kind of confused for a few seconds, and then seemed to
acknowledge the real question and answered. “Oh, um… I did put one other one in
a meatball. You guys grabbed them up so fast that I lost track of where that
one went.”
I
was still ruminating over Django’s plans for the evening and opened my stupid
mouth without thinking. “What does the posture of the apes in the third month of
spring even mean?”
When
Judy walked through the door, Django looked at her with desire in his eyes and
kind of chuffed at her, ending with a little wink. Then he looked at me and
smiled, shrugged, and said, “Hmm. Picture the magnificent gorilla, rather than
the dog.” Uh...okay? He got up out of his chair and humped over, bending at the
knees, arms out, and neck jutting forward. “The natural stance is in a
half-erect posture and includes the use of the hands and knees to thrust,
thrust, thrust forward; like this.” He made a grabbing motion with his hands
and mimicked a pelvic thrust.
I
jumped when he started with the sound effects. “Uh...uh...hoo...hoo...ooooooh!”
Okay,
I was with Megan on this one. The visual along with the sounds made me kind of
want to gag right then myself. Silas and Nash were, of course, almost lying on
one another swiping at their eyes, they were laughing so hard.
Just
as Django finished his demonstration, Judy belched and made a face, and then
her eyes got big and she turned tail to flee the room. Unfortunately, she
didn’t make it in time. Before the door closed, her backside backfired at the
exact same time the glass door hit her in the butt causing a weird thundering
vibration like sound. I glanced at Django, and he had paled considerably. That
was even before the smell wafted through the room. Megan and I looked over at
Nash and Silas, who were red-faced and wheezing now, gasping for breath. Yeesh.
They reminded me of my dad and stupid brother.
Jeff
had a sheepish look on his face. He said, “Guess those capsules are a little on
the expired side and being voided. I should have done more research before the
test, huh?”
That
did it. Nash and Silas fell out of their chairs and disappeared under the
table, exploding with a mixture of mirth and tears, rolling around on the floor
like idiots. Megan grabbed her nose, and got up while making odd snarling
noises at Jeff. She stomped out, waving her other hand in front of her to clear
the way and cursing under her breath.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Mandy Colton is from
Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. A
fan of romance, fun adventure, drama, humor, and on occasion sci-fi stories.
The idea for the Way to Go series came from her years, own adventures and
experiences working in the travel industry.
Most of the experiences that plague her heroine, Veronica Lane, actually happened to her or someone she knows. The circumstances were sometimes not nearly as glamorous and are embellished some in the books.
She claims that working in
the travel business could be horribly stressful but equally laugh-out-loud funny
at times. Along the way she met many interesting people all over the world, and
enjoyed many priceless and comical experiences with those people, her groups,
friends, and peers. Even her clients shared humorous adventures of their own.
Her opinion is, that there are just no better stories than those that involve
true life.
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Dedication
The Way to Go series is
dedicated to all of the men and women I had the pleasure to work and have fun
with in the travel business. The memories of that time and those friends helped
to write these books. They were all a great group of people with different
personalities, and from all over the globe with one big thing in common; a
fascination with the world around us. We shared many good times and laughs when
we got to together, when we traveled together, hilarity usually ensued. Some
have moved on from travel like myself, and sadly, some are gone.
Last, and not least at all
is my little family. My very supportive husband, my loving son, and Willy the
dog with the twitchy back leg.
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My review:
3.5 stars
Way to Roll by Mandy Colton is the second book in the ‘Way
to Go’ series. This tongue-in-cheek
adventure story features Veronica Lane who describes herself as kind of a “baby
spy on training wheels” as she has several adventures that test her fortitude,
skill, and heart while finding her niche at World Intelligence and
Consulting. Complicating her life are
her erratic relationships with colleague Nash Presley and pilot Captain Cruz
Rivera, who manage to confuse both her and themselves with their demands and
expectations. Veronica may not be the
best agent yet, but she’s definitely gaining experience, if she can live long
enough to benefit from it.
This story is a lighthearted twist on a spy adventure tale,
but the main character is pretty accurate with her statement, “I make Maxwell
Smart look like James Bond”. There are
plenty of wacky circumstances and some exciting scenarios but I think it would
be better to read this series from the beginning, because there are allusions
that are confusing and I suspect it’s because I don’t know the backstory. I found it difficult to connect to the
heroine, partly because her love life is so complicated and I’m not crazy about
wishy-washy folks, and it was very irksome to have two characters blowing hot
and cold. The characters are fairly
superficial, and the ‘secret’ organization is rapidly ceasing to be that
secret, between the new recruits and the companions being informed because they
are deemed trustworthy so there is plenty of room for the series to grow. The dramatic climax and surprising ending
heighten the madcap atmosphere and make this an entertaining light read that
answers some questions but leaves plenty more to be addressed in future stories.
A copy of this title was provided to me for review
