Take one wealthy, driven restaurateur, throw in a four-year
old daughter he never knew he had and the uber-efficient assistant he’s never
really noticed, put them on a wild, West Coast fantasy island for a month, and
what do you get? Sun, surf, steam and heart-clutching new beginnings.
That’s the basis of THE MILLIONAIRE DADDY PROJECT, my novel
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hero, Dane Bergman, is a total Leo: determined, sensual, generous – and
self-centered and oblivious. But don’t worry, there’s nothing like instant fatherhood
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determinedly-professional executive assistant pointing out all his flaws. Dane
finds love, times two, but I don’t make it easy on him!
Leos have a tendency to be show-stealing extroverts, and
Dane is a true Leo in this regard. He’s the kind of guy who walks into a room
and owns it, immediately. He doesn’t even have to try, which makes people like
me – an introverted, neurotic Scorpio usually found hiding at the edge of the
crowd, hoping she doesn’t end up on YouTube for choking on her drink – want to
punch them.
But they also have the hugest hearts. You just have to find
it.
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The Millionaire Daddy EXCERPT:
“You think you know
what’s best for me, don’t you?” He watched with pleasure as Pam’s pupils
widened, making her eyes look as dark as the sea.
She
snorted. “Because I do.”
Heat
scorched between them as they stood toe to toe, their arms brushing together,
their eyes locked.
She didn’t
seem the least bit uncomfortable that they were both half naked.
“Maybe
at work,” he said. “But we’re not at work now.”
He
nudged her arms with his and bucked one thigh forward until it bumped against
her hip.
She
shook her head, her gaze like a laser burning into him. “Not appropriate, Mr.
Bergman.” But she didn’t back down, didn’t take her eyes off his. Instead, she
lifted one eyebrow, the barest hint of a smile teasing her lips.
Her
nearness acted like lighter fluid to a spark. How long had this been simmering?
How could he have worked so closely with her for so long without noticing her
in this way?
And
what about her? She knew him, knew his reputation, better than most. She knew
enough to insist they keep this private, secret.
Their
clandestine getaway.
Her
blazing blue gaze told him everything he needed to know.
“What
if I don’t want to be appropriate, Ms. Atwater?”
He
leaned his head down and lowered his voice. “What if I want to sling you over
my shoulder and carry you out to the tide pools, where the water is warm from
the sun? What if I want to strip off that top and pour handfuls of warm water
over your shoulders, letting it trickle over your breasts, down your belly?”
“Definitely
not appropriate.” Her voice trembled slightly but she didn’t break eye contact.
A light sheen of perspiration had broken out on her forehead that was not due
to the summer heat, he was certain.
“What
if we both get in the water to cool off, but we find it’s a little too cold, so
I lift you up against me and all of a sudden we’re not the least bit chilly
anymore.”
He
heard her breath catch in her throat.
“Sounds
like.” She paused to swallow, but a smoky husk remained in her voice. “Like we
might get sunburned in some delicate areas.”
Only
the color in her cheeks betrayed what his words were doing to her composure. It
was wildly arousing.
“Oh
no. Those would all be under water, hidden and slippery, so all anyone could
see from the surface would be us kissing. Completely innocent.”
His
own voice was hoarse.
She
swayed slightly, and touched his shoulder as if to steady herself. “Innocent,”
she said.
He
uncrossed his arms and put them around her gently. “Just like this.”
He
bent down and touched his lips to hers. A quiver jolted through her and he felt
the gasp against his mouth. She gripped his neck and pulled him down closer to
her, her tongue meeting his, making the kiss deeper, longer, wetter and sweeter
than he could have imagined between them.
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