Can daring adventures with an adrenaline junkie give a daydreaming pushover the courage she needs in order to make her life count for something?
When a freak fast-food accident almost kills scaredy-cat Lisa Flyte, she decides it’s time to get a backbone and really start living life! But how is a shrinking violet like Lisa supposed to get assertive all of a sudden after a lifetime of watching from the couch?
Jack Hawkins, that’s how. When Lisa finds out that the outdoor extremist from her MBA classes needs a clueless urbanite to test his top-secret line of adventure gear for beginners, she gets the most outlandish idea of her life: she will be his undercover test dummy if he helps her become brave on their adventures in the wild.
They strike a deal. But can Lisa use her outdoor moxie to become the alpha hero of her everyday life? Will she find the grit to pursue a career she really wants or the nerve to stand up to her bullying family?
And will she get gutsy enough to go after Jack? He’s a man who’s not afraid of anything…except maybe of falling for Lisa.
“Hey!” I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. “Your butt’s not padded! You’re not even wearing a wetsuit. You get running pants!”
Jack doesn’t even turn around. “My butt’s not padded because I’m not a beginner and I don’t need padding on a hike with waterfalls.”
“What? Your butt’s, like, invincible?”
He ignores me. “And I’m not wearing a wetsuit because I hardly ever wear a wetsuit canyoneering. I don’t mind getting wet or hiking while my pants dry. Most beginners don’t want their clothes to get wet, no matter how quickly the wicking dries.”
“Why can’t I wear wicking?” I say this as if I totally know what ‘wicking’ is.
“I just told you,” Jack says. “You’re testing beginner gear.”
“No beginner is going to want a padded butt, I can tell you that right now. You told me corporate retreats go canyoneering. Well, there’s no way Judy in accounting is going to want Harold in sales to see her with a form-fitting padded butt.”
Jack stops and turns to face me. “I’ll keep that in mind. How does your butt feel?”
“How does my butt feel?” I echo.
“Lisa, does it hurt? Any bruises or scrapes?”
“Oh.” I put my hands on my caboose and pat myself down. “I think I’m okay. It feels, you know, average.”
“Okay.” Jack nods and turns. After a few steps, he stops to anchor a rope on a tree.
“We’re here, at the last fall.” He uses his shoulder to point to the top of the falls. “Put on your belt.”
I realize that I hear the roar of the falls, and have been hearing it for the past few minutes. I give my mind and body silent kudos for being so good at denial up until now.
I turn to look out over the falls and I see….
This can’t be real. Every other fall today, when I looked over, I could see, well, the bottom. I rush toward the edge of the fall, stopping about five feet from NOTHING. The ground just ends. I get down on my hands and knees and crawl closer toward the edge. I still can’t see anything below. “HOW HIGH IS THIS WATERFALL?”
About the Author
With her Ivy League education, white trash sensibility, and pop culture savvy, GVR Corcillo delights in writing chick lit about characters who try not to trip as they valiantly march to their own bongo beat.
She didn’t start writing right away. First, she worked in a greenhouse, a supermarket, a movie theatre, a potpourri-stuffing factory, an electrical fixtures plant, a book warehouse, a metal-perforating factory, a video store, several movie studios, a children’s museum, a radio station, and a bar. She also taught high school in Watts and South Central Los Angeles.
But none of these fit the bill for what she always wanted to be when she grew up – a writer. So, she won some writing contests, hit the New York Times Bestsellers List with her first short story, and got a screenplay produced.
Geralyn Vivian Ruane Corcillo, a native of Scranton, Pennsylvania, lives in North Hollywood with her husband Ron, a television comedy writer. They are both New York Giants fans.
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