Grand Parade by Lilliana Rose is book one in the Show Time Fever Series. It is a country meets city contemporary
Release Date: 25th January
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat level: Steamy
is a young photographer with her first real job at the Royal Adelaide Show,
where she has to capture the agricultural event. As a city girl, she is
clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy bull, she is kicked in the
that his bull hurt someone and aware of the painful side effects of head
injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson takes care of Megan.
is determined that she will be all right and continues photographing during the
day before collapsing. Jackson is there to make sure she is taken to hospital and
Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson, but she’s not sure that she can be
anything than a city girl, even for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong,
country-boy style, convince her to take life in a new direction, with him?
Megan saw a blur of cream through her lens, and was
about to put down the camera when something connected with the side of her
skull. She screamed, the only reaction she could manage. An explosion went off
in her head. Tiny sparks flashed on the edge of her vision as she fell
backward. Her mind filled with something like a night sky, black with tiny
lights that crept further into her vision every time she blinked. It fascinated
and distracted her from the pain that throbbed in her head.
She thudded on her backside on the concrete. A new
wave of pain swept through her body. Air escaped from her lungs and Megan
gasped. She managed to piece together that she’d been hit in the head, though
by what exactly she wasn’t sure. People rushed towards her.
Embarrassment flooded into her cheeks. The last thing
she wanted to be was the center of attention. That’s why she was a
photographer. She could hide behind the camera. My camera? She reached
for it, and sighed with relief when her fingers wrapped around it. She looked
down at her SLR digital Canon camera, and it appeared to be in one piece. It
was hard to tell because of the pounding in her head.
More stars flashed. She noticed they twinkled in time
with the bursts of pain.
“They don’t have points.” Megan knew she had spoken,
but her voice sounded faraway, and not at all like her own.
“Are you okay?” A man knelt beside her. He was one of
the men she’d been distracted by. She tried to look at him, but could only see
the flashing stars now retreating to the edge of her vision. A fog seeped into
her mind and she struggled to think clearly.
“No points,” she said again with disappointment. She’d
never had a serious injury before, never broken any bones, nothing like today’s
accident. So, this is what it’s like to see stars. The expression used
didn’t describe the experience at all. Megan touched the side of her head, to
make sure it was still there. She hadn’t blanked out which she figured was a
“What are you talking about?” The man touched her
“The stars I can see,” said Megan, not totally
processing what he had said. She looked at him. He was young, mid- twenties,
about her age. His broad-rimmed hat hid most of his blond hair, and his blue
eyes were crystal sharp. Light stubble edged his broad jawline. He was hot. She
was rather impressed she had managed to work that out through the haze flooding
He rested his hand on her shoulder. “My Bruce hit your
head, more like grazed it along the side from the looks of the mark, but still
I’m sorry he was such a grump.”
“Bruce?” Megan looked at him, trying to understand.
“Is that your name?”
“No. My bull. His hoof struck your head. Lucky it was
only a half jump he made, and it wasn’t a full on blow.”
“Oh, so that’s what happened.” She wasn’t sure it was
a half kick from the way her head felt. The adrenalin was dissipating and a
heavy thudding took hold in her head. Megan tried to smile at the man by her
side. This wasn’t the time to flirt, but heck, she couldn’t help it.
has grown up on a farm in Australia, and has now swapped her work boots for
city heels. Country life remains strong in her heart and this comes out in the
characters and stories she creates. Check out more of her work: www.lillianarose.com
I asked Liliana what motivates her to write? She responded:
always written stores, for me its natural, normal and it’s a creative outlet I
enjoy. Because of this it makes it tricky to try and pinpoint my motivation to
write. It’s just something I do, and I can’t imagine not writing (it’s even
been said to me I get grumpy if I haven’t written that day). When I dig deeper to
try and find the reason why I write, I think of things like; because it’s fun,
I enjoy making up characters and the worlds for them to play in. But there’s
more if I dig even deeper. I believe the true motivation for me is my
fascination with story telling. I like listening to people’s stories and
reading books, watching movies and playing computer games. Yet, it’s more than
that. I enjoy telling my own stories and sharing them with people, as that’s
when the characters truly come to life.