It’s almost here! You know what that means…Giveaway!
… and Let the teasing begin!
Ha! Business Pleasures releases in SEVEN days!! Yay! I’m so excited to finally share the first in my new contemporary series. Today I won’t only tease with a short excerpt, I’m doing a giveaway! I’ll give away FOUR eBook copies of Business Pleasures. I’ll select winners on Saturday, 5/03.
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Business Pleasures (Pleasures of the Heart, book 1)
Blurb:
Aimee Monroe never considered dating her boss. She needs a new beginning, not a big mistake. However, when the handsome, business lawyer, Kenton McDonnell, ask her to a dinner date with a new client and his wife, she finds it hard to say no. After one incredible night with Kenton, her attempt for a fresh start is ripped away when she returns home to find her abusive ex-husband waiting for her.
Kenton has wanted Aimee since the day she walked into the interview. Now he has the chance to make her his and nothing or no one is going to stand in his way. Especially not the ex-husband newly released from prison who has revenge in his sights.
Teaser Excerpt 1:
Un-fucking-believable.
More annoyance than anger clouded Kenton’s mind as he stared at the text message. The words on the screen of his smart phone taunted him like a thieving cat. Julie picked today of all days to leave him. And by text at that.
Gotta love technology.
He really shouldn’t be surprised. He’d known it would happen eventually. She’d moved out of their bedroom a few months ago. Hell, he should have known five years ago on their first date. Sure, he cared for her a great deal. He would give her—and had given her—anything she desired. Shouldn’t he be more upset about the breakup?
A light tap sound on his office door a moment before it opened. Aimee—the reason why he wasn’t heartbroken—stepped inside, holding a notebook and pen to her chest. She’d twisted her brown hair into a bun on top of her head, held in place by a yellow, number two pencil. Black rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose.
When her green eyes met his stare, she flushed and looked down at her notebook. “Have I come at a bad time?”
If only she understood how beautiful she looked.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. She was his assistant and had been for years. Yet, he knew nothing about her other than the glasses she wore were for reading and computer use only, and she had a sister, whom she lived with, and teenage niece and nephew.
And she liked her coffee sweet and creamy.
