Tweet Me by Desiree Holt Page A

Puleeze. I think there’s a law against that.” She pulled a business card from her purse and gave it to Avery. “This is your contact at The Promenade. She’s expecting to hear from you.”
    The waitress returned with a new oversized mug filled with a fresh latte and swirls of whipped cream on top. Avery accepted it gratefully and lapped at the sweet confection to give herself strength before she pulled out her tablet. The two parties she had scheduled for the fourteenth could indeed be handled by Shelby and Noelle. She had trained them well, and they already had established relationships with both clients. But there was just so much to do.
    Deep breath, Avery. You can do it.
    Then she remembered something that made her frown again. “Aren’t you going out of town tomorrow? For ten days? On a public relations junket?”
    Janice worked for a large public relations firm that handled media relations for everything from performers to political candidates to just about anyone who needed their help. In the back of her mind, Avery remembered her friend telling her that she was handling a short book tour for a suspense author.
    Janice had the good grace to at least look a little embarrassed. “That shouldn’t make a difference, though. You know what I like.”
    “Janice.” Avery tried hard to keep the exasperation from her voice. “Surely, you don’t expect me to approve everything without you. That’s a huge responsibility. Oh, wait. “She snapped her fingers. “Is Will taking your place? You trust him with this?”
    Janice burst out laughing. “Will would approve those little candy hearts with funny sayings on them and wine in a box just to get it done. Anyway, he’s going to be out of town for a while, too.”
    Avery stared at her. “And you still want to do this? You really are nuts, aren’t you?”
    Janice flapped a hand at her. “Never fear. I have a substitute.”
    Avery narrowed her gaze. “Oh, yeah? Who, exactly?”
    Janice glanced at her watch. “Oh, goodness, look at the time. I have to run.” She took her wallet from her purse and dropped some bills on the table. “This should cover my part.”
    “You aren’t leaving until you tell me who you gave this very important role to,” Avery said between clenched teeth. “Otherwise no deal.”
    “Oh, oh, yes.” She gave Avery a bright smile. “Tanner Voss will be doing it for us. He’ll tweet you.”
    “What?” Avery hit the side of her head with the heel of her hand, as if she hadn’t heard correctly. “Tanner Voss? Are you for real?”
    Janice was already halfway to the door, but she turned back. “Will and I went over our preferences with him. He’ll do all the tastings and everything. He helped with his sister’s wedding.”
    “Oh! Oh! Oh! And that’s a recommendation? Tanner Voss is a…a…a…”
    “A great guy who’s agreed to help us out.” She flipped a hand in a casual wave. “He’ll tweet you. Bye for now.”
    Bye for now?
    Avery rose, ready to drop her own share of cash on the table and follow Janice, but the woman was already out the door and down the street. She dropped back into her chair and wondered if she was still asleep and would wake up from this nightmare any minute.
    Tanner Voss? Tanner Voss was going to be her taster? Tester? Approver?
    Okay, so Janice and Will had already picked out some stuff that could be adapted. And Janice already had her wedding gown, although thankfully that wasn’t on Avery’s to-do list. But there was no way she could see Tanner Voss helping her pick out candies and candles or taste wedding cake or sample dinner menus.
    Tanner was a high-powered trial attorney at Will’s firm who had a reputation for being as deft with the ladies as he was in court. Too sexy for his own good, with his square jawline, piercing gray eyes framed by dark lashes, a thick shock of midnight black hair, and a body that gym rats would kill for, he was a player by any definition of the word. She wasn’t