My name is Virginia, although I live in Georgia... Atlanta, to be precise. Two years ago I happily clutched my degree in Hospitality Management, smug with the knowledge that I would always have job security because no matter what, people would always travel, right? And then the pandemic happened. It's hard to complain about losing my job in the midst of so much tragedy, but it came on the heels of a bad breakup, and being partially abandoned by my jet-setting parents. I was shook.Thank goodness the economy is starting to reopen, but because so many hotels have closed permanently, there are three people for every hospitality job available, and I don't have enough seniority to even warrant an interview. So when I heard of an opening at a historic hotel in Midtown that's allegedly haunted, I showed up in person to beg for the job. I naively told the eccentric owner I'd do anything... and that's how I wound up being an Elevator Girl.What's an Elevator Girl? Stay tuned, friends, for the story. There are ghosts, an unsolved murder, and some of the most oddball guests imaginable. Oh, and the mind-bending secret I stumbled upon in the basement. In between I spend a LOT of time riding up and down, wondering where my life went wrong and how I can get off this ride._________________This ELEVATOR GIRL, Part 1 novella is a month's worth of daily segments: JULYThe Part 1 novella is JULY, Part 2 is AUGUST, Part 3 is SEPTEMBER, Part 4 is OCTOBER, Part 5 is NOVEMBER, part 6 is DECEMBER.(In total there are 6 parts to ELEVATOR GIRL.)Don't miss out on this charming, funny story--download a sample now and see for yourself!

    

    

    After all, who wouldn’t love to spend a few days in a sun-filled tropical paradise surrounded by golden sands, swaying palm trees, and the gentle waft of jasmine and coconut oil floating on the breeze?With handsome wedding columnist-cum-TV scriptwriter Theo Barker at her side, and quirky florist Jasper Curtis along for the ride, she’s even more determined than ever to deliver the glamorous celebration the bride and groom have been hoping for; no mechanical mice running around the pretty wedding gazebo, no whoopee cushions hidden under the ribbon-bedecked chairs, and no rampant hosepipes providing the unsuspecting guests with an impromptu shower.But this is The Cornish Confetti Agency, and the words ‘plain-sailing’ and ‘hassle-free’ do not feature in the promotional brochure. So, when Lexie discovers the bride’s mother – celebrity chef and owner of the prestigious Mango Tree Cookery School, Brigette Blake – is being targeted by a series of practical jokes, she must once again don her metaphorical deerstalker and unravel the mystery before the wedding dissolves into Caribbean-themed chaos and calamity.A perfect beachside wedding?Is there such a thing for The Cornish Confetti Agency?

    Their seafront business is failing with the loss of Genie’s grandmother and her legendary ice cream flavours. Genie is determined to be the one to save her family’s heritage, but suddenly her mother wants to sell to developers and leave their shared history behind.Buying the business and taking on a sixty-eight year old business partner, Ada, with a mysterious past and a gorgeous but distracting grandson, Genie sets out to prove her parents wrong.Ada’s grandson, Cal, wants to protect his gran from ‘pensioner persuader’, Genie, but soon realises that living in a little seaside town and away from the paparazzi in Hollywood can actually give him time to heal. Hiding in a seafront business with its fiery owner and working as kitchen staff, is the only way he can think of to keep his ex-Hollywood glamour-puss, gran from harm. But his meddling might also ruin Ada's second chance at love. Hiring a private detective and learning about Genie’s parent’s past makes Cal regret his own impulsiveness. The information he has unearthed could destroy their blossoming romance and turn Genie’s world upside down.Genie soon discovers that friends can become enemies and your closest family can have lied to you for your whole life.