Guess what our New Year’s fairy borrowed from Cinderella for our video?
Happy New Year 2019, everyone!!
Come Fly with Me on New Year’s Eve . . . with a sexy billionaire as we count down to midnight #NewYearsEve
The holidays are all about family…and the gorgeous hero in COME FLY WITH ME, my sexy New Year’s Eve contemp, doesn’t have anyone…poor baby, I mean, billionaire. Jace Chantiers is a sucker for a pretty woman, so when he overhears Kacie Bennett begging the airline ticket agent to get her a seat…any seat…on the last flight out of London on New Year’s Eve, he buys her a first class ticket home.
The woman was trouble. An itch up his backside he shouldn’t scratch, but he did. Strange, but Jace was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. She stoked a fire in his belly that didn’t go straight to his dick but to his brain. She issued him a challenge he couldn’t ignore and it was killing him.
When he heard her talking earlier on her cell, her voice cracking as she tried to find out what happened to her sister, he’d pulled the ticket agent aside and used his influence to find out more about her. Her story got to him. Desperate to get home, credit card limit too low for anything but economy. Baby sister in trouble. What else could he do but buy her the last empty seat on the special midnight flight to San Francisco? In first class. Next to him. She wasn’t his type, but she sure had a saucy attitude and confidence that took a man off his edge. Made him practically beg her to accept the damn ticket.
Jace had never done that for any woman. He’d always taken what he wanted. An old habit he couldn’t shake since he was growing up in a gritty beach town in SoCal and discovered no one would give a kid with no name a break. He never did get the smells of hot tar, dead jellyfish, and overripe trash out of his lungs and spent his life always one knockout punch away from the next fight.
Flying first class was one of the perks of getting out of that life. He preferred flying commercial over having his own jet. He liked watching people, seeing how they reacted to the world around them, not sitting by himself in a private plane. Alone.
Not bad for a punk who had nothing for wheels but a broken down skateboard when he was a teen. Now he was at the top of his game, a frequent flier and well-acquainted with the luxury of the airbus. So when this voluptuous babe with the golden-girl legs went on a verbal sparring match with him, it made him sit up and take notice. Women always wanted something from him.
He couldn’t let her go until he found out why.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve!!
Fireworks filled my ears when the clock struck twelve…I ran down the steps of the palace…stumbling over a grinning pumpkin…losing my shoe…but I couldn’t stop. All my hopes gone…shattered…the man of my dreams mustn’t see me like this…my dress tattered and torn, my blonde roots needing touching up–
Then I woke up.
It was all a dream. A beautiful, over the moon, wonderful dream of finding my heart’s desire.
I sighed, and then picked up the e-Reader next to my nightstand and finished the story until I got to the happy ending.
After all, isn’t that the stuff dreams are made of?
Happy New Year and Happy Reading in 2015!!
Happy New Year!! I love this photo–it’s a call to arms, or to writing, reminding us this is the time to get those projects done! What’s on your plate for the new year? I’m finishing up a new novella…and I’m reading “Dear Codebreaker” by Kerry Howard. It’s a wonderful story of the women from Bletchley Park, England–codebreakers who helped win WW 2. More coming up on that later… For now, back to writing!