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I wish they would make book covers made of chocolate…yummy!
Just think, you could enjoy a satisfying read while eating chocolate…oh, God, it doesn’t get better than that!
So until then, I’m waiting to hear back re: my Italian Billionaire Prince story…
Christmas Eve and my bad boy billionaire is about to see his whole life before him…can 3 sexy, female ghosts save his soul before it’s late?
Heading out to the mall for those last minute Christmas sales before the holiday?
I bet my bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor has other plans. Mr. One-Percenter thinks nothing of dropping $5,000 for a suit or a measly $3,000 for a bottle of champagne.
I imagine Nick is at Mamie’s, his Gentlemen’s Club, checking out the girls for his favorite past time…BDSM.
Wouldn’t it be fun if the girls at Mamie’s ran holiday sales?
So here you go. MAMIE’S deals just for you Nick Radnors out there looking for personalized Holiday BDSM treats:
Two girls wearing Christmas stockings and heels for the price of one.
Half off on caning.
Private “Strip-Mas” show at midnight for early shoppers only.
Christmas suckers wearing cherry-flavored lipstick.
And Nick’s favorite:
Christmas comes but once a year, but at Mamie’s, we guarantee you’ll come more than once, then come again!
Happy Holidays and have a Cruel Yule!!
Amazon Kindle & KU:
Meet Mistletoe Holly.
Holly is a saucy blonde who can’t resist stealing a kiss
from the cute guys in her office.
She hangs the holiday plant with
goldish-green leaves and
big, white berries over her head.
Strutting her stuff.
She’s a Christmas kissing bandit.
She kisses and runs.
Into the arms of the next guy.
So watch out…
If she comes to your holiday office party, she might take your man.
But not if you steal her mistletoe first…
Amazon Kindle & KU:
A Bad Boy Billionaire finds out he’s in big trouble when Charlie’s ghost shows up in “A Naughty Christmas Carol”
Bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor frequents Mamie’s Club where he loves to play games…
All kinds of games.
The last thing he expects to see on a whip-cracking holiday eve is the ghost of his business partner, Charlie, who warns him about where his life is headed if he doesn’t change.
Will Mr. One-Percenter see the error of his ways?
Can 3 sexy female ghosts save his naughty soul on a wild #Christmas Eve?
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Writers work in a cubicle surrounded by books, computers, and ideas.
We get lonely.
So when we go out (which isn’t often when you’re trying to promote your work online and get through the quagmire of the first chapter in your next book), we get talkative.
And since today is Talk in an Elevator Day, I’m reminded of the time I was in an elevator in a hotel and a guy was chatting me up about his hundred thousand dollar a year sales job and his black BMW. Nice enough, but I wasn’t looking for anything more than an ice machine that worked. The one on my floor was broken.
The convo went something like this.
“You don’t want to drink alone,” he said, observing my ice bucket filled with chilled cubes.
“I have my laptop for company.” I smiled. “Besides, I have work to do.”
“Are you here with the software convention?” he asked warily.
“Well…” I wasn’t, but I decided to play along.
“No way…a pretty girl like you can’t be a techie.”
“Why not?” I shot back. “Can’t women use their brains to get ahead?”
“Not when they have natural attributes…” He eyed my chest. Mind you, I was wearing navy blue sweats and pink bunny slippers with floppy ears. This guy was either desperate or he’d been on the road too long.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m a writer.”
“You’re kidding?” He seemed genuinely surprised, which didn’t help my ego. “What do you write?”
Ooh…I couldn’t resist shooting him the punch line.
“I write sexy novels.”
“Well, you are full of surprises,” he said, edging closer to me. “We should get to know each other better.”
The air in the elevator suddenly got stuffier and I prayed my deodorant didn’t work so he’d get the message. So far, no one else had gotten on the elevator and I had two more stops before we got to my floor.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I said, wiggling the ears on my rabbit slippers, hoping to shoot down this guy’s sex-o-meter. That should have stopped him right there.
“How about a nightcap in my room? My bottle of bourbon and your–” He paused, wetting his lips. “Ice cubes.”
“You mean research?”
“I bet,” I said.
I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, but sometimes we writers just ache to act like our heroines and throw back those snappy remarks. I tried to discourage him, but when he started breathing in my face, I knew I was in over my head. I did what any romance heroine would do.
I dumped the bucket of melting ice on his pinstripe suit.
“Hey, what the–” he called out and thank God, the elevator door opened. It wasn’t my floor, but I didn’t care. One more minute with Mr. BMW and I would have ended up served on a chilled platter. Before he could brush the ice off his shoulders, out I ran. Down the long corridor and then jammed down the stairway to the next floor to my room.
I never looked back.
I imagine that was the last time he tried to pick up a girl in an elevator wearing pink bunny slippers.
The book (novella) the girl is holding in the graphic is COME FLY WITH ME, when a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely good girl at 30,000 feet in the air, anything can happen…
It’s one of my favorites…all about family and trying to find your way back home. Link to my Amazon page: COME FLY WITH ME. It’s FREE July 31, 2015
You can read the Prologue to LOVE ME FOREVER in its entirety at the end of COME FLY WITH ME. So get your free copy and check it out!
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She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.