Happy release week to Nikki LeClair! Her new chick lit novel, CATS, CHAOS, AND CONDO BOARD WARS, is available now!
This is my stop on the blog tour organized by The Letterers Collective.
Cats, Chaos, and Condo Board Wars by Nikki LeClair
Published by Kindred Ink Press LLC on March 20, 2019
Genres: Chick Lit, Humorous Women’s Fiction
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About Nikki LeClair
Nikki LeClair lives in Canada with her loving husband and their two rambunctious children. When she isn’t ordering her children to behave or begging her Border Terrier to listen to her, she sits behind her laptop plotting out the next adventure of her new characters. She’s a fan of a good glass of Pinot Noir and can’t live without her favorite tea blends.
She enjoys hearing from readers and fans of her work. You can find her on twitter at @NikkiL_Books, and on her Facebook fan page Nikki LeClair.
Here's an excerpt from Cats, Chaos, and Condo Board Wars:
I look over my shoulder to see Eli running toward me, the glass doors now propped open, glistening tulle hanging from the door frame.
Wide-eyed, he scans the room as he approaches me, his dark eyebrows arching high. “Hil, this place looks ah-mazing!”
I give him a quick smile. “Thanks. Let’s hope the client thinks so as well.”
He rolls his dark brown eyes and pats the top of his dark, wavy hair. Next to Eli, I always feel slightly less stylish. He’s in a pair of dark jeans, a classic rock T-shirt, and an expensive brown leather jacket that he’s paired with a taupe scarf. Meanwhile, I’m in a knee-length black shirt and a red short-sleeved blouse, my unruly dark hair pin straight down my back.
“Speaking of,” Eli sighs as he looks into my eyes, “where is the she-bat anyway?”
“Probably at home getting ready,” I say. “Flowers?”
Eli motions behind him. “Coming in as we speak. But Hil, I couldn’t find those saffron things anywhere.” His smile tightens. “Fresh, anyway…”
I frown. “What do you mean, exactly?”
His face twists in a bunch.
I feel my back straighten.
“Yo! Where do you want these stanky things?”
Eli spins, his hands on his waist, and I take a step to the side to look at the burly man who just entered the room, grunting a few times as he glances around. In his large arms, he holds a medium-sized barrel.
“Um, just set it down wherever,” Eli orders with a wave of his hand. “Thanks.”
The man drops the barrel onto the floor, the thud echoing throughout the room as he rushes back through the door.
I tug on my assistant’s arm. “Eli! What the hell is that?”
“Those saffron things.” He looks at me with huge eyes and cringes. “Dried.”
“It’s the only kind I could find!”
I hurry toward the barrel and pull the heavy lid off. Eli and I both gasp when we look inside. There are no actual flowers — just dried, stringy red pieces. The smell is intense — sweet, kind of like honey, but there’s a heavy, earthy aroma you can’t miss.
“It looks like garbage,” Eli says.
I’m so screwed. I place my hands on the edge of the barrel and look over at him. “Didn’t you look at it before you bought it?”
Eli shakes his head. “No! Patricia at the flower shop said she knew of another shop that had it dried, which was probably the best we would get on such short notice. She said the smell was sweet and she was one hundred percent sure everyone would enjoy it!”
He reaches into the barrel and picks up a few strands of the flower. “People cook with this stuff?” He puts the red pieces into his mouth. A moment later, he coughs and gags it up, and I have to hold back a smile. He shudders as he looks at me. “This stuff… It tastes like hot garbage.”