Workaholic accountant Elizabeth Sewell needs a man. According to her well-laid-out life plan, it’s time to find Mr. Right and move on to the next phase of her life. The problem is, she’s been so busy working her way up the career ladder, she wouldn’t spot Mr. Right even if he were carrying a neon sign. So, being an organized businesswoman, she comes up with a strategy. She’ll hire a man to provide her with a variety of experiences. That way, she’ll know what she wants. It’s just that easy, right?
Disillusioned attorney Jack Harley needs an opportunity. He’s just left a high-status firm and is determined to get his life back on track by opening a private practice. His first client, a woman being sexually harassed at work, gives him the chance to take on a case that matters. When a sexy brunette mistakes his new office for a recently relocated escort service and challenges him to help her uncover what turns her on, he thinks he can have it all. But soon he discovers telling Elizabeth the truth of who he is will compromise his case. Protect and seek justice for his client—that’s the promise he’d made himself. Now it’s time to win the case, even if, for him, it means losing what he really wants.
We started the event off with a meet and greet cocktail party. It was the first time many of us had seen each other in person in a while...so, it was fantastic!
I had the absolute treat of sitting down with Shay Baby from Brown Book Series. Check out the video above! Later, I caught up with some friends over multiple cheese plates and some wine. See the evidence photo below.
**Thank you everyone by stopped by my table. Next time I will bring more copies of Servant of the Undead so that I don't sell out.
A trip to Shed Aquarium! See the jellyfish below. Then home to start the last week of the semester.
Amazon reviews of Satisfaction Guaranteed
"Ironic humor to observe this sweet story. Truly brightened my day. Just the perfect blend of steamy and storyline. Easy to see happening in real life."
--Staci D Black
"A great story that was a lot of fun to read. Seriously steamy. Quite a few laugh-out-loud moments blended nicely with the tension of various types. A great beach read." --Amy W - Readhead Reviews
Excerpt From: Satisfaction Guaranteed
Jack Harley was not a deceptive man. As an attorney, his professional code of ethics required him to be completely honest and up until that moment it never crossed his mind to be anything but up-front. But this cool brunette who’d walked into his life and recited something like one of those made up stories in “Penthouse Forum”, she’d changed everything.
He’d have thought the whole thing was a set-up, a personalized welcome wagon joke delivered courtesy of his cousin, Denton
but the determined set of this woman’s kissable mouth assured him she was serious.
Admittedly, her proposal came across a bit stiff and lacking in detail but his imagination had already filled in the blanks. Not even Theresa Hill, the high maintenance girlfriend he’d left behind in Dallas, ever made him this shameless. Self-control? Good judgment? His two best personality traits had gone AWOL.
He looked down, almost hoping he’d find them within easy reach, sitting on his desk. No luck. Truth be told, there probably wasn’t anything that would douse the liquid spell this dark-haired ice princess had poured over him.
He swallowed hard and forced his face into what might pass for objective professionalism. She didn’t miss a single movement. If she applied that thorough approach to her love-making, she’d eat a man alive. But what a way to go.
Maybe he should’ve been insulted for being examined like a piece of meat. Maybe he should at least try to remember all the things his mother had taught him about being truthful and tell the woman that she’d made a simple mistake. The ever-popular escort service had moved to a bigger office down the hall. Remembering that he was an attorney would’ve been a good first step on the path to socially acceptable behavior.
But he’d suddenly stopped caring what was socially acceptable. He wanted to keep this woman right where she was, doing exactly what she was doing. Making him feel more alive than he had in months.
Hell, maybe ever.
“The arrangements, Mr. Harley?”
Her tongue brushing across her full red lips caught his attention and the challenging arch of her eyebrows hauled him all the way in.
She glanced down at the open datebook resting on her trim thigh. “How
would you like to be paid?”
He could imagine her soft lips pressed against his neck, moving across his collarbone, her mouth softening and dropping lower…
If she moved that tiny leather notebook over two inches, he’d be able to see up her skirt. A very unprofessional thought. Give up it, Jack. This is not a professional moment. He cast the last shreds of his self-respect aside, asked her name and made a request, “Tell me more about what you’d like me to do.”
She spoke her name softly, without any hint of seduction. Her expression read business—nothing more. Apparently she wasn’t fighting the same battle of lust. Unfair didn’t begin to describe the situation.
He, on the other hand, ached to get at the woman beneath that carefully composed exterior, to the woman who was meant to be touched.
“Like I said, Mr. Harley, I haven’t dated much. I’ve been occupied with work and…things and…college before that. Now I want to pursue a long-term relationship but I have no idea what kind of man—” A flush crept up her slender neck but she lifted her chin and finished resolutely, “I don’t know what kind of man turns me on.”
“That’s where I come in?” he asked, shifting, helplessly trying to adjust to the confines of his pants but wincing instead when the tip of his stiff penis brushed against his zipper.
Her nails flashed as she folded her hands together. “That’s right. If you’re willing.”
He caught himself before he choked. “Willing?”
She sighed, pushing a lose strand of her glossy hair off her cheek.
The good kind, the kind he could help her with by pinning her to his bed? Or the bad kind, the sort that would make her scoot her sexy self right out of his office?
That second scenario wasn’t going to happen, not if he could stop it. He’d already stepped way over the line of—what word was he searching for?
“Mr. Harley?” Her fingers drummed on her leg, measuring the length of his silence. Accept the challenge? Be the man who uncovered her fantasies?