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On the Surface

Title: On the Surface
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Release Date: June 22, 2019
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera with Jersey Girl Designs
Cover Photo: Sara Eirew with Eirew Photography
People see what they want to see. They only view what’s on the surface, and they’re easy to fool. I let them see on the outside that I’m a successful businesswoman. My clothes are designer, my makeup flawless, and I live in a high-rise condo in Lennox Hills. They see perfection, not what lies beneath the surface.
 
The real me, the one I keep hidden is a broken-hearted woman who uses the makeup to hide her tears. The expensive clothing covers a heart once shattered by love. The walls of my expensive home shelter a lonely woman who hides the fact that deep down she wants to be loved. A woman who is too scared to risk her fragile heart.
For ten years, I’ve managed to hide behind the image of perfection. Only letting people see what’s on the surface.
Until I ran into Jase.
Now, every raw emotion, every shattered piece of my heart that I buried long ago is exposed outside the protective walls of my high-rise condo. No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep the walls from crumbling. He sees me beyond the image that I’ve created. He says he can handle what’s below the surface, but can I?

“Stop. I’m not fucking kidding, Celeste. You don’t cry. Ever.”
“Give me back my clutch,” I demand. 
“After you tell me why you’re upset enough to shed tears.” Not able to have this conversation sober, I down a shot that’s sitting on the table. It burns like a bitch, but I more than welcome the discomfort. After I repeat this two more times, Nick pulls the tray out of my reach. 
“You’ve had enough to drink,” he chides. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” I’ve never told anyone about him. No one. I left to New York without looking back and kept what I thought we shared all to myself. But suddenly, as I look at Nick and Olivia looking at me, I feel like the weight is too much. I need to tell someone, and if I’m going to trust anyone to know my truth, it’s them. “I fell in love,” I breathe out, falling into the chair across from them.
Their eyes go wide, and Olivia moves from next to Nick over to me. “With Chad?” Olivia asks, confused. 
“No, we actually broke up tonight,” I admit. “When I was eighteen. I fell in love…and then he broke my heart. And I…I just don’t understand why I wasn’t enough.”

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Pocahontas and the Reluctant Brave

 

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Loosely based on the fairytale – Pocahontas.

Atalia “Pocahontas” Sweetwater is a savvy lawyer.

She is determined to better the life of her people, particularly the women.

She is loyal to the Howlani Indian tribe and proud of her ancestry.

Her father is Chief, she is a Princess.

Justus ‘Whitecloud’ Rivers is also a talented lawyer.

He is a man who likes to defend white men over Indians.

A man bitter about his past and his half caste ancestry.

A man who wants nothing to do with the Howlani or any other Indian tribe.

Then, he encounters Pocahontas and the world as he knows it is turned upside down.

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(C) Susan Horsnell 2019

Dual POV

Atalia (Pocahontas) POV.

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After Clyde left, I put together the paperwork for his custody case and walked them across the street to the court. I wanted to get the matter settled as quickly as possible so he could get on with his life without the constant worry.

Meredith Casey, one of the clerks, accepted the paperwork and raised her eyebrows.

“This one is going to be messy.”

“What do you mean?” I wondered what she knew that I didn’t.

“Sharon’s lawyer lodged her paperwork about an hour ago and from what I read, she’s going to be a real bitch.”

“Who’s representing her?”

“Justus Rivers.”

“For fuck sake. Justus Whitecloud is going to use his hatred of his own people against a man who is doing the right thing?”

“Looks that way. What’s his story anyway? Why is there so much hate? I’ve heard a few versions about how the tribal elders turned his mother out when they found out she was carrying a white man’s baby. I guess times were different back then and interracial fraternization wasn’t accepted.”

“Honestly? I don’t think anyone knows the real story except Justus and his mother. I asked, but the elders said it was none of my business and if he or his mother wanted me to know, they would tell me themselves. Problem is, Justus won’t give me, or anyone else from the res, the time of day. Word is the hatred runs both ways between him and some of the braves, but it’s a mystery – those who know aren’t talking. I’ve tried asking my aunt, even my father – being the Chief he would know, but they’re tight lipped also. Meanwhile, Justus seems to like to provoke them by taking cases of white men over his own people.”

“It’s a shame, so much bitterness in such a handsome specimen of a man.”

“Maybe one day someone will spill. I’ll catch up later.”

I left the building and crossed the street, heading toward my ground floor office. I pondered again, what the real story could be. I was still deep in thought when I crossed the threshold into the waiting room of my office. I was jerked from my daydreaming by a deep, husky voice coming from behind me.  It sent electricity type bolts shooting through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Miss Sweetwater.”

His voice was like a fine whiskey – aged, with a touch of roughness. I spun around so fast my feet fell over themselves and I smacked into a broad and very hard chest. His arms wrapped around me to keep me from falling. Lifting my head, I gazed into dark gray eyes which danced with mirth at my dilemma, despite the frown on his face. I extricated myself from his hold and stepped back.

“Sorry, Mr. Whitecloud.”

“Rivers.”

“Sorry?”

“Rivers, I don’t use that other name.”

“Oh. You wanted something from me?”

Talk about a loaded question. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as he ran his eyes over the length of my body.

“Not interested in your type, but if you have a few minutes to spare from your busy schedule, I would like to discuss something professional with you.”

My type? My type! How dare he! The arrogant sonofabitch. I felt my hackles rise and anger surged through me. I reminded myself to remain professional even if he didn’t. I did however lower myself to his level by perusing his body before answering.

He was taller than most men I’d encountered and I reached only to his shoulder. I judged him to be somewhere in the middle of six to seven feet, he would have made a good basketball player. Broad shouldered, his arm muscles bulged beneath the confines of his shirt. His waist tapered in, his hips narrow. I swallowed hard, having an inappropriately vivid image of the v muscles leading down to what I pictured as a deliciously long, thick cock. I stepped back. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was ogling a man with a known hatred for Indians and I was a full-blooded native. Still, I couldn’t resist returning my eyes to his handsome face – his nose was neither small or large, his jaw strong. Thick, pouty lips and fuck, he was smiling like he knew what I’d been thinking. I didn’t know teeth could be so white and perfect. His skin was olive in color and his jet black hair lay loose around his shoulders – there was no doubt this man has been blessed with a large dose of Indian blood.

Justus cleared his throat and my eyes snapped to his.

“Are you done with eye fucking me?”

“Just getting to know you in the same way you did me a few moments ago. I’m not interested either. Now, we’re both done, what did you want to speak to me about?”

“Can we talk in your office?”

“I glanced at the watch on my wrist. I had nothing on for the rest of the afternoon but he didn’t need to know that. I turned toward Bridie – my receptionist, confidante, best friend and life saver. She’d pulled me out of shit on so many occasions I’d lost count. “Please let me know when my next appointment arrives, Bridie. This shouldn’t take long.” I returned my attention to Justus. “This way Mr. Whitecloud.”

“Rivers!”

“Of course, sorry.” I led him through the doorway to my office, a smirk on my face.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I live in sunny Queensland, Australia and retired after 37 years of Nursing.

My husband of 44 years, together with our elderly Jack Russell Terrier and extremely opinionated 26-year-old Cockatiel, enjoy exploring the country with our caravan.

When we are at home, we spend our time renovating our home.

I write a variety of stories including Western Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, Male/Male, Menage and Shapeshifter.

Each book has a strong focus on story line with romantic interest building throughout.

I explore real life issues from kids on the streets to motorcycle war and put my own twist on each one.

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Falling for Mr. Wrong

Title: Falling for Mr. Wrong
Series: Dunlin Shores Series #3
Author: Ann Roth
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2019
Great for fans of Susan Mallery, Bella Andre, and Marie Force. Falling for Mr. Wrong is a small town, feel-good romance, book #3 a four-book series.
 
Mitch Matthews is a regular guest at the Oceanside B and B, but until now he’s never arrived without a beautiful woman at his side. This time he’s here alone, to work on his book. So why, if he came alone for solitude, does he want to spend so much time with the B and B’s sociable owner, Fran Bishop?
 
Fran has been drawn to Mitch for years, but she knows friendship is as far as their relationship will ever go. The sexy, successful motivational speaker isn’t the type to settle in the sleepy Pacific coast town of Dunlin Shores, Oregon, especially with a woman like Fran, who wants not just a husband and children, but solid roots.
Can this certified hunk be looking at Fran in a whole new way? It takes an extraordinary event for him—and for Fran—to find out.

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Award-winning author Ann Roth writes small town contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She has published over 35 novels, as well as several short stories and novellas, both through New York publishers and independently.
 
A true believer in love and happy endings, Ann enjoys watching her characters learn and grow as they face challenges and hurdles, and ultimately find love.
 
Ann has lived in the greater Seattle area since she headed for the University of Washington and fell in love with Seattle… and her future husband.

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Wedding Bell Blues

Title: Wedding Bell Blues
Series: Dunlin Shores Series #2
Author: Ann Roth
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2019
Every detail of the wedding was planned… Except romance

When events planner Cammie Yarnell agrees to do a wedding at the Oceanside Bed and Breakfast, she knows the tough part will be keeping a smile on her face. Not too long ago she’d planned a walk down the aisle at the sumptuous B and B herself—and called it off. Worse, she’s working this event with Finn Brannigan, the photographer who knew all about her fiancé’s cheating and kept it a secret, betraying her trust as a friend.

 

Yet her anger starts to fade once the showers and dinner parties bring her closer to Finn. Now his misguided belief that he’s bad for her is standing in the way of Cammie’s trip to the altar—with him.

 

 

“You’re not gonna like this.” Kelly fiddled with her coffee mug, then dropped her bomb. “Daddy has hired Finn Brannigan to photograph everything.” Finn Brannigan. The very name grated against Cammie’s nerves, and under the table her foot tapped rapidly on the black-and-white linoleum. The despicable man, whom she’d once considered a close friend and had often worked with, was responsible for introducing her to Todd. Finn had watched her fall in love, never once bothering to mention that Todd was a liar and a cheat. She’d discovered the ugly fact herself, the morning after the bachelor party. Some friend Finn Brannigan had turned out to be. She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t work with him anymore.” “I know, and I tried to change Daddy’s mind, but he says Finn’s the best and he won’t settle for anyone else. He also says you two were the best event planner– photographer team on the west coast, and it’s time you moved past your personal problems and worked together again.” “Well, your daddy is wrong.” Cammie relied on other photographers now. She avoided Finn and limited what she said to him when they ran into each other. Which, given that the population of Dunlin Shores was only 2,274, happened regularly. Kelly’s face fell. “Then you won’t plan my wedding?” She looked up to Cammie, and Cammie considered her family. She couldn’t let her down. Besides, she and Finn were both professionals able to separate business from their personal lives. As long as she remembered that, she could survive working with him again. Just this once. “If you were anyone else… But I love you dearly. I’ll do it.” Kelly exhaled a loud breath. “Thank you.” That settled, Cammie uncapped the Waterman’s. “Let’s do some planning.”

 

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Falling For Mr. Wrong – May 22, 2019
A Special Kind of Love – May 29, 2019

 

Award-winning author Ann Roth writes small town contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She has published over 35 novels, as well as several short stories and novellas, both through New York publishers and independently.
 
A true believer in love and happy endings, Ann enjoys watching her characters learn and grow as they face challenges and hurdles, and ultimately find love.
 
Ann has lived in the greater Seattle area since she headed for the University of Washington and fell in love with Seattle… and her future husband.

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I Am Rahab

Title: I Am Rahab
Author: J.C. Miller
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: Coming Soon
Front Cover Art: Brittany Lewis, Yum Productions Art
Book Graphic Design: Chanel Smith, WPD Media
What compels a woman to welcome spies and betray the man who has provided her fame, fortune, and stability?
What kind of faith overlooks fear and dances with the unknown? 
When Rahab’s grandmother, Big Mama Lotti, suddenly dies, she is uprooted from the comfort of her southern bayou home to the streets of the South Bronx. A lamb amongst wolves, Rahab matures quickly in the custody of the mother she never knew and an abusive stepfather who wishes she was never born. This Louisiana bred Creole grows into a luminous young woman, blessed and cursed with beauty and grace. But the struggles of poverty along with a generational curse leads her and her family down a path they never saw coming. 
When life throws the great-granddaughter of a voodoo priestess the ultimate storm, how will she respond? 
The cover is ready but the pre-order link isn’t yet.
Faith based woman’s fiction from 18 to 70 years of age.
“J.C. Miller is a profound and prolific writer! Using the Holy Spirit and her gift with the pen, she takes us on a journey of a story ages old that still has value for our lives today.” Dr. LaJoyce Brookshire New York Times Bestselling Author of Soul Food; Host, “Ask The Good Doctor” SiriusXM Urban View, Naturopath
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JC Miller is a freshly anointed, faith-based literary artist. Raised by her mother in the Bronx, New York, she uses her childhood experiences to capture the soul of the ghetto. As a former student of Chicago’s, Moody Bible Institute, and a graduate of, Te’Hillah School of Urban Ministry, she produces a depiction of the pop culture era of which she grew up in and creatively intertwines it with biblically based characters and their divine accounts.
JC Miller is also the co-founder of a nonprofit called, Diamond Daughters Inc.; an organization developed to help educate and uplift women of abuse. She recently co-founded a publishing company, Jess, Mo’ Books, with her childhood friend, Monifa Reel-Spain. For more information please visit www.authorjcmiller.com
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Heart Strings

Title: Heart Strings
Series: Red Centre Series
Author: Emily Hussey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2019

 

 

 

Tragic events in her formative years colour Melissa’s perceptions of her place in the world. Trust and commitment are not concepts she embraces. Known in Alice Springs for her aloof behaviour, Melissa is okay with that. She prefers to view life through the lens of her camera.
 
Chris Harris is sociable and charismatic, with a wide circle of friends. He’s worked as a chopper pilot in the region for several years, and enjoys the work, but it’s time for a change. Even so, nobody would have predicted what would happen when he and Melissa had a dramatic confrontation on her father’s remote property.
 
It’s a case of yin and yang attract, luring them both out of their comfort zone. Does that mean Chris will tolerate irrational behaviour? Some people know when to cut their losses.
 
In a journey that takes Melissa from a remote Australian station, to the high fashion world of Sydney and beyond, she comes to realise there are choices to make in who she lets into her life, and who she loves.

The ground, strewn with boulders embedded in the hard clay, did not provide a cushioned fall. Stunned, Melissa lay where she had landed, doing a survey of limbs and body. Her camera was still clutched to her chest. The lens was new and had cost a small fortune. If that was damaged, she would be royally pissed.
She could move her arms and legs. There was a stone pressing into her back, making it imperative she change position and do something about getting herself up. A shaft of pain hit as she straightened her legs.
“Bastard.” The word was hissed through barely controlled pain. Slowly, she rolled onto her side and pushed herself into a sitting position. A tentative exploration revealed she was just winded. She could still move her leg, so it wasn’t broken. Bruised perhaps. She rolled onto her knees and grunted softly as small stones embedded themselves into her flesh, then raised herself into a wobbly standing position. The sound of the chopper diminished and then ceased. She retrieved her broad-brimmed hat and jammed it back on her head.
Grit studded the palm of her hands and she wiped them on the side of her jeans to dislodge it. She took a tentative step and gasped. She bit her lip before looking around to see if the horse had stopped. It was nowhere to be seen. Rather, her father’s horse was nowhere to be seen. She had saddled up his stallion when she left the homestead. Hopefully Caesar had headed for home and hadn’t come to any harm. There would be hell to pay if he had.
The loose surface broadcast the tread of approaching footsteps She refused to look around. She knew who it would be.
“Are you okay?”
“As if you care. Piss off.” She started walking in the direction of the homestead, trying not to limp. It was going to be a long walk.
“Melissa, stop. I didn’t mean to frighten you, okay? I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.”
She kept walking.
“Melissa, for chrissake—it’s too far to walk. Hop in and I’ll drop you back at the homestead.”
She swung around. The glare would have killed at twenty paces. He was fortunate they were at a distance of about twenty-one.
“Chris Harris, if you think I’m going anywhere near that aerial jellybean you’ve another think coming. I’ve seen enough of your flying for one day. I’m safer on the ground. Piss off.” She resumed walking, resolutely walking.
“Look, I’ve said I’m sorry. I won’t—”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t say you were sorry.”
“Alright, I’m sorry.” He yelled at her back, following several paces behind her. “Look, if you want to dehydrate out here and let the dingos eat you and the crows pick at what’s left, that’s fine by me but your dad will probably have my guts for garters. Get in and I’ll fly you home.”
Emily Hussey splits her time between work in Melbourne CBD and her home in Adelaide, South Australia. She has lived in several Australian cities, and spent a few years living in Alice Springs, the setting for the Red Centre series.
 
While there, she also obtained her private pilot’s licence, providing the technical background for the aviation scenes in the Red Centre Series.
 
Emily enjoys the short story format, and has been published in local anthologies. The genres range from crime to romance, with some contemporary fiction for good measure.
 
She was a marriage celebrant for 24 years, and has married couples in many different locations, ranging from private gardens, to beaches to caves or rural locations. Many of her clients remain friends to this day.
 
The bottom drawer is always full of outlines for future projects. So many ideas, so little time. Plans revolve around making writing her 9-5 job, and gaining inspiration from travels both in Australia and overseas.
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Fairy Tale Lies

Title: Fairy Tale Lies
Author: DK Marie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 3, 2019
Cover Design: Creative Paramita
Greta and Jacob aren’t looking for love, but when they meet their attraction is white hot, melting away all self-restraint. Both times.

 

 

 

The first is a stormy spring afternoon, spent indulging in each other’s bodies. They parted ways convinced they’re nothing more than an erotic chapter in the other’s life. However, when they unexpectedly meet again, Jacob isn’t willing to let Greta slip away. He convinces her to give them a chance.
 
Lust turns to love, but resentments fester. People close to Greta repeatedly interfere until Jacob’s convinced Greta will never see him as anything more than a blue-collar nobody. A temporary indulgence. Greta fears she isn’t strong enough to stand against both her family’s scorn and Jacob’s growing anger.
 
As tempers flare and passions deepen, Greta and Jacob have to decide if their love is strong enough to shatter the cynicism and misconceptions of what it means to be each other’s fairytale ending.
Chapter 1
 
Greta Meier dashed down the carpeted hallway of Swift Financial, ignoring the agony of power walking in three-inch heels. That pain was minuscule compared to the dread pooling in her stomach. She’d lost track of time. Again.
Sure, she’d managed to fix the in-house software issue but, meanwhile, had forgotten about the new client meeting. Glancing at her tiny gold Rolex, she groaned. Less than five minutes to make it to the other end of the building.
She could picture her boss’s disappointed face, made all the more stressful because it was her father. The image had Greta quickening her pace to a near sprint.
Rounding the final corner, she sighed. The large glass doors were still propped open. Relief calmed some of her anxiety. She wasn’t late.
Inside the conference room, Rae motioned to the empty seat next to her. Greta nodded and skated alongside the outermost edges of the table, wishing she were smaller, invisible. Hoping no one would notice her near tardy arrival. The last thing she wanted was to come a crossed as the empty-headed daughter of the boss, who’d only gotten the internship through nepotism. Therefore, any misstep, even something minor as tardiness, ate at her confidence like termites to wood.
She took her seat next to Rae and tried to squash her rampant doubts. Running a shaky hand over her chignon, she made sure every hair was in place.
“Where’s Allen?” Greta glanced around the table while needlessly straightening the collar of her pale pink blouse. Realizing she was fidgeting, putting her anxiety on full display, she stilled and met Rae’s gaze.
She handed the client folder Greta hadn’t had time to look at and sighed. “Another virus was detected on Blake’s computer. He demanded we fix it, like yesterday. Allen’s working on it.”
Greta accepted the portfolio, her worry shifting to annoyance. She didn’t want to talk about her ex-fiancé, much less be reminded he was in-house counsel. Before their breakup, they hardly ran into each other at work. Now Blake kept inventing problems with his PC and contacting the IT department. Rae and Allen found it hilarious, but Greta despised the drama. It made her and Blake appear unprofessional.
Refusing to meet Rae’s playful smile, Greta looked down the table at her father. His back was to a large window with its blinds pulled. The leaves from the giant elm and oak trees swayed in a lazy breeze, helping to block Michigan’s hot summer sun from the room. She’d love to be out there, relaxing in the shade, enjoying her summer and free from stress.
Her gaze zeroed back in on her father, and, as usual, a mixture of pride and discontent filled her. She understood he only wanted the best for her, but sometimes his rigidness was stifling. Carrying her father’s expectations, and his disappointment of her, was a heavy burden to shoulder.
Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed her near-late arrival time. There’d be no displeased glances, no lectures about punctuality in the afternoon. He appeared distracted, deep in conversation with a man she assumed was a new client.
She gave an inward sigh of relief, allowing some of her distress to dissolve. Father’s career talks turned back the clock, and suddenly she was closer to seven than twenty-seven. Enjoying the reprieve, she relaxed into her seat and studied the client. He sat sideways, elbow propped on the table, large hand covering most of his face, as he spoke with her father. There was something familiar about the set of the client’s broad shoulders and his inky black hair.
Inexplicably, her heart began to race. Watching him filled her with trepidation and an unexpected yearning.
Her father faced the room, pulling her gaze from the stranger to the wall clock. Yup, ten on the dot. Since interning, a meeting never started late.
She glanced back at the client and choked on an exhale, her heart plummeting. He’d dropped his hand and was facing forward.
It can’t be him.
Her heart skipped with joy. Then promptly flooded with dread.
“You okay?” Rae whispered. Her voice sounded far away, wrapped in fog.
Greta couldn’t answer because the client’s familiar icy-blue gaze had locked on hers. His eyes widened in recognition.
He was clean-shaven, and today his hair was neat and combed back, but there was no mistaking him. Jacob. He had one of those striking faces, impossible to forget. The memories of the way those bedroom eyes had heated as he’d taken in her naked body, or how those full lips had ravished her, made him unforgettable.
However, she wished he’d slip from her memory and the conference room. Whatever his reason for being here wouldn’t be good for her.
“Good morning. Let me introduce Mr. Jacob Grimm.”
Hearing his name, he looked away and toward her father, allowing her to breathe.
Rae nudged Greta, probably waiting for an answer. Too bad. She was admitting nothing.
“He runs Rework, a business repairing, and refurbishing antiques. We’re taking it to the next level,” continued her father. “He plans on opening a brick-and-mortar shop in Detroit and developing a better online presence.”
Business owner? No, no, no.
There had been some mistake. That man wasn’t supposed to be sitting at her father’s conference table. Jacob was a deliveryman. He worked for his uncle. That’s what he told her at her mother and stepfather’s home. So, why wasn’t he out lifting heavy things and breaking promises?
Greta flipped through the file Rae had given her. Successful was an understatement. His client base was impressive, as were the big names in the dossier. Stapled to the back of the folder was a copy of Jacob’s license.
Foolish woman. Hadn’t her father always told her to come to a meeting prepared? Had she even glanced at the file and she’d have recognized Jacob in an instant. Remembered that foolish, impulsive afternoon.
As her father addressed the room, Greta focused on Jacob’s picture. It was safer than looking into the face of the actual man.
They’d only spent a couple of hours together, but his wicked full mouth and penetrating gaze had been impossible to forget. Along with his magical ability to push past all her restraints. Greta still couldn’t quite believe how easily her inhibitions had fled in the company of a perfect stranger.
She closed the folder and rubbed her sweaty palms on her pleated linen skirt. She stared at her father and tried to concentrate on his words, though he could’ve been speaking another language and she wouldn’t have noticed.
There was no way she could swallow her embarrassment and work with Jacob. Not even for a day, let alone a week or more.
Her pulse thudded in her ears. What if he bragged about his one-night-stand with the boss’s daughter? Father would kill her. Not literally, but professionally. He wouldn’t want the family name smeared with tawdry office gossip.
He’d promised, after she graduated with her Master’s in Web Development, she’d take over Swift’s websites and handle all the clients needing web development help. Would the offer still stand if he learned of her history with Jacob?
So much for proving herself with a summer internship. Greta wanted to weep at the disappearance of her imagined stellar portfolio. Swift Financial would have been wonderful on her resume.
Focus. I need to focus and get control of the situation.
Leaning in, she whispered to Rae, “I need to go. Would you and Allen mind handling this account? I’ll owe you one.”
“What’s wrong?” Rae’s forehead furrowed in concern.
That question was too big to answer now. Later. “Will you do this for me?”
Rae bit her lip. “I’ll try, but you know your father wants you in charge of web designing.”
Yes, I know. Hopefully I’ll come up with a stellar excuse to wiggle out of the Rework contract.
Avoiding that huge glitch in her escape plan, Greta mouthed a thank you and gathered her papers. When there was a pause in the main conversation, she addressed the room. “I’m sorry. There’s been a mistake. Allen Carnaby will handle this account with Mrs. Caitlin.” She started to rise. “I’ll find him.”
Greta wasn’t even out of her seat before her father’s stern voice stopped her. “No, Ms. Meier, the account is yours and Mrs. Caitlin’s. I have another project in mind for Mr. Carnaby.” His tone brooked no argument.
Darn it. So much for a quick and painless getaway.
She nodded. To argue was pointless and would only anger her father. Returning to her seat, she glanced covertly at Jacob. He’d lost most of his color and looked like he’d been poked with a cattle prod.
Replaying the exchange and realized she’d been addressed by her last name. Jacob must have caught it, grasped its significance. It seemed to have rattled him.
Good.
Maybe he didn’t want to share their secret any more than she did. Thank goodness. It would save her from her father’s wrath.
Next challenge—squashing her lingering thrill at seeing Jacob again.

 

DK Marie’s a voracious reader. Her number one love is romance and devours any and all of its genres, but also enjoys thrillers, horror, and non-fiction. Basically, if there are words on a page and a spectacular story, she’s diving in, heart and soul.

 

 

 

However, there’s one thing she loves even more, and that’s writing her own steamy contemporary romances. They’re a mixture of heart, heat, and humor. Brimming with confident heroines and kind heroes, all living, loving, and lusting in and around her hometown of Detroit, Michigan. 
 
When not falling in love with her characters, DK Marie is laughing, relaxing, and planning her next adventure with her family. Okay, and also drinking boatloads of coffee, chatting on social media, and dreaming about her next travel destination.
 
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