The other day I had another dream come true. One I shared here, briefly, last month. I’ve been asked to be part of an upcoming box set of stories. Romance, of course, with a heat level of 3 out of 5, that centers around LaBonne Chance Casino in Victory, New York located a stone’s throw from Niagara Falls.
The tentative title of the boxed set is: All In For Love, a Lucky 7 Anthology.
For Money Or Love is the title of my contribution.
Release Date:
June 1, 2017
Pre-Order Date:
May 15, 2017
Here’s a teaser to get you interested…
She’s one
woman he can’t afford to lose
Mega-millionaire Daniel Winston Montgomery lives to
work at his prosperous software company.
Scrimping to survive as a child, money means everything to Dan. He’ll do
whatever it takes to preserve his wealth and the security it provides his
mother and younger siblings. His brilliant top assistant, Lindsey Carr, is
essential to his firm’s continued success. He has no problem sharing the fruits
of their combined labors with her. Though, truth be told, he needs Lindsey far
more than he she needs him…
Computer brainiac Lindsey Carr wants more out of life
than her prestigious, well-paying job. She’s tired of being no more than boring
tech support in a well-run software enterprise and craves a little excitement.
Convinced Dan and his company will survive—and thrive—just fine without her,
she tenders her resignation. After all, Dan has never required more from her
than her superior analytical skills. Well, except for that one time she won’t
let herself think about…
Unwilling to let Lindsey go, Dan must fight to keep
her in his life. In a clash of priorities, will he choose money…or love?
Plus a little taste of what’s in store…
“That’s Daniel
Winston Montgomery?”
Lindsey Carr
swiveled her head around so fast she could have been in contention for the lead
in a remake of The Exorcist. She
really needed to quit with an over the top reaction each time she heard his
name. “What?”
“On the cover of
this magazine.” Good friend Anne Hamilton sat on the other side of Lindsey’s
dining room table. She held up the latest issue of Today’s Tech, a monthly bible for software and programming
enthusiasts. “Isn’t this handsome creature your boss?”
“Yes.” Her stomach
did its customary little back flip as the near life sized head shot stared back
at her. Familiar deep brown eyes, well-chiseled and perfectly aligned features.
Strong, Romanesque jaw and soft lips
that sent delicious memories through her she was better off to forget. “That’s
him.”
Anne considered
Dan’s picture again. “Lucky you. Not only is he a mega-millionaire, the man is
nothing less than drop dead gorgeous.”
He is much better looking in person.
An air of vague
disinterest always served Lindsey well at work. Doubting a similar performance
would play so well with one of her closest confidants, she brought it out
anyway. “I haven’t had a chance to read the article. What’s he done now?”
A long time
elementary school teacher, Anne was used to providing specific information when
asked. She set the thick magazine down to flip through its pages. “He was
elected, or is it appointed? Anyway, he’s Man
of the Year in the techno world.”
The prestigious
honor was news to Lindsey. She pretended it wasn’t. “He’s the keynote speaker
at their national convention being held here in Victory at our own La Bonne
Chance casino in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s what the
article says. They brought the conference here in his honor.”
Rita Wright walked
in from the bathroom. “I brought that to show Lindsey.”
Anne adjusted her
black, oblong shaped glasses and started to read. “The man is a pioneer in
server diagnostics and capacity planning.” She glanced up at Lindsey. “Whatever
that means.”
“He developed
cutting edge software that lets IT staff in a business see all of their
processes in one place and measures how well each of their systems are working
at one time.”
“I see.”
Lindsey doubted she
did, but chose not to go there. “It’s pretty complex.”
Retaking her seat,
Rita beckoned for the slick booklet Anne handed over then spread it carefully
on the table in front of her. Fingers tipped with perfectly shaped artificial
nails polished a bright shiny red smoothed over the glossy pages. “Why read
some boring write up when there’s so much eye candy to enjoy?”
Lindsey circled the
stem of her wine glass with suddenly unsteady fingers. The white gold liquid
swirled and winked as she brought it to her mouth. Did this friend have a direct line to my thoughts?
She’d skimmed the
four page spread when Rita first brought it to her attention, looked at the
pictures. In addition to the cover, the eye
candy referred to consisted of two other decent sized photos. One was a
head to wing tips shot of her boss in a well cut business suit, dress shirt and
tie standing on the steps of the New York Stock Exchange. The other was of a
man in action variety. No tie in sight, navy checkered sport shirt opened at
the neck—two buttons down—and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With jeans
rather than dress slacks riding beneath his belt.
The way Lindsey was
used to seeing him. How, she knew for a fact, he preferred to dress.
She took a larger
than necessary swig of wine. Suppressing a small cough, she lowered her chin
and winced. The potent liquid burned a narrow trajectory down her throat to the
center of her chest before dribbling in a warm stream to her stomach.
“A man’s man.” Rita
glanced up at her two friends then back at Dan.
The yearning in her
tone ran across Lindsey’s third nerve like those fingernails of hers dragged
down a chalk board. Teeth gritted, she scolded herself for the insensitivity.
With the looks to back it up, her friend was a notorious flirt. One
reason—probably the main reason—men rarely took her seriously. Also no doubt
why the woman who maintained a full social calendar man wise, hadn’t had a
steady boyfriend in the entire time Lindsey had known her.
Regardless, given
the nature of the comment she figured some response was required. “I wouldn’t
necessarily say that.”
Rita tore a
speculative gaze away from the magazine to glance up at her again. “No. It’s
the caption under the picture.”
Fighting for casual,
Lindsey set down her wine. “Seems a tad chauvinistic.”
“Man’s man.” Rita
emitted a deep scoff that ended on a chuckle of pure evil. “What a bunch of
crap. With those come to mama looks and that hard, tight body. He’s hands down
a woman’s man.” Her hovering fingers twitched. “And would this woman love to
get her hands on him.”
*****
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