Today I have her giving an excerpt from her book "Sugar Daddy Wanted: Now Accepting Applications" and she is also giving away a copy of her book!
Love and romance, like in real life, rarely run smooth. I enjoy taking characters to the point of no return, only to have them realize they’re going to need a rain check! Sugar Daddy Wanted is full of laughs, witty characters, and moments I hope readers can relate to in real life.
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When money can’t buy happiness, love will always sweeten the deal.
After her latest dating disaster, legal clerk Kerry Roberts decides to give up on finding the man of her dreams. In jest, her eldest son suggests she find a Sugar Daddy. Curious about the type of man willing to pay for companionship, she signs on to a web site dedicated to helping women connect with men-of-means.
Burned by a woman only after his money, corporate attorney Grayson Nichols doesn’t understand why several of his clients enjoy the price of paying for companionship. To check out the hype of a recommended website, he creates a profile, not imagining he’d come across a woman not fitting the usual profile, and yet expressing her intent to have a man take care of her. Grayson is determined to teach her a lesson—money can’t buy happiness.
After their first meeting, Grayson finds himself intrigued by and attracted to Kerry. He switches tactic and proposes an unusual arrangement. Will their unique approach to a relationship work, or will they let old wounds prevent them from finding what money can’t buy?
A deep voice brought her out of her reverie. She blinked and looked up—way up—and stared into sparkling, midnight eyes. Grayson Nichols looked even more rugged and handsome than his profile picture. Coughing to hide her astonishment, she said, “Grayson Nichols, I presume?”
Straight white teeth flashed a smile, and her heart skipped a beat as he shook her hand. A jolt travelled up her arm.
“You look exactly like your picture,” his low voice rumbled.
“Surprised?” Her attempt at humor failed when her voice cracked. She pressed a hand to her throat, coughing to clear it.
“One never knows what to expect when you meet someone online.”
“True,” she agreed. “And you look like your photo. I will admit I am surprised you’re not an aging, bald man.”
“Then I’ve passed one of your requirements?”
Stunned, she stared for a second. Requirements? Right. He was here to apply as her Sugar Daddy.
“And then some,” she squeaked, a blush heating her cheeks.
He let go of her hand, and gestured to the line-up. “Your voice sounds like you might be coming down with something. Maybe a hot beverage will help. What can I get you?”
“Tall decaf with soy milk.” There—her voice sounded natural.
“Decaf?” he questioned, ushering her forward with a hand on her lower back. “You seem like a woman on the go.”
Her temperature rose again with the contact. “I’ve had my caffeine quota for the day,” she explained, admiring his perceptiveness. “Even though it’s noon, if I have another cup, I won’t sleep well tonight.”
“I like a woman who knows herself.” He smiled down at her.
At his compliment, her blush increased.
Grayson’s gaze zeroed in on her face. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Your face is flushed. Do you feel feverish?”
Feverish? Not unless you call having the hots for a man an illness. Kerry waved a hand in front of her face to dismiss his concern as much as to cool her heated skin. “I’m fine, really.” They’d reached the front of the line, and without waiting for him to speak, she placed her order.
Grayson told the barista his preference, and pulled his wallet from his inner suit jacket pocket. While he paid, Kerry took a moment to eye him. The dark pin-stripe suit fit him in all the right places, and the deep purple tie accented it nicely.
“Something wrong?” he asked, gesturing to the other end of the counter where they could pick up their beverages.
“Nope. Admiring your suit.”
“This old thing?”
Kerry grinned at the teasing note in his voice. After they picked up their drinks, she led the way to a table for two by a window, and settled into a seat.
Setting her coffee on the table, she hooked the strap of her handbag on the back of the chair. As Grayson slid into the seat opposite her, she popped the lid off her cup and blew across the top of the scalding liquid.
Grayson set a briefcase on the table in front of him. Without a word, he extracted a folder and pushed it toward her.
Kerry glanced down at the item in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, flipping the document holder open. His bank statements stared back at her, and she looked away, covering the top paper with her hand. “I really shouldn’t look at your private information,” she murmured.
“You said you required proof of my wealth,” he stated. “Here it is—my main spending account, savings, and retirement savings, plus investments. I’m more than capable of taking care of you and your kids.”
Guilt niggled at her subconscious at the sincerity in his tone. He seemed genuine about meeting the requirements of her ad. Great. Her eyebrows puckered in a frown.
“Not enough?” he asked.
Kerry smoothed her fingers over her forehead and brightened her expression with a smile. “Extremely adequate.”
One corner of Grayson’s mouth quirked upward. “You haven’t really looked at it.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. All right—I’ll go along with it for now. Peering down, she studied each page in turn.
To say the guy was loaded was an understatement. Folding her hands together over the top of the stack of papers, she cleared her throat. “It’ll do.”
“Very good.” He took a sip of his coffee, then reached across the table and picked up his financial portfolio. Once more, he popped the clasp on his briefcase before returning the papers inside.
He interrupted. “I have to get back to work. I’ll fax an agreement for your perusal over to your office this afternoon. Look it over, and I’ll meet you for dinner tonight so we can agree on the details.”
Taken aback, she gave her head a shake. “Excuse me?”
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