Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Writer Wednesday - Donna Fasano

I'm honored to host author Donna FasanoDonna is a three time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and a Golden Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17

 Today, she is here to talk about a topic that is near and dear to my heart - writing romance.

 Why I Write Romance Novels

By Donna Fasano

I can’t tell you how many times over the course of my 20-plus year career as a published romance author I have been asked, “When are you going to write a real book? You know, a [insert genre of choice: mystery, historical, thriller, etc].” So I’d like to take this opportunity to tell readers why I write romance novels.

I suffered a lot of tragedy while I was growing up, the worst of which was the death of my mother just as I was entering my teens. I felt as though I went from 13 to 35 overnight, and when my friends were off having fun, I was cooking and cleaning and helping my little brother with his homework. Romance novels were an escape for me. The Wolf and the Dove, The Far Pavilions, Whitney My Love, Rebecca, The Thorne Birds… if the book featured one man and one woman falling in love, I read it! Romance novels offered me hope for a happy future filled with love (hokey, maybe, but I was a naïve teen). As a young wife and mother, I discovered Silhouette Romance Novels. These books were short and sweet and uplifting. Each and every story put a smile on my face, and the happily-ever-after endings always boosted my spirits. Are romance novels real? No. Does every real-life relationship end in HEA? Of course not. But if I wanted doom and gloom, I’d watch the evening news.

As an author, I can’t think of a better way to use my talent than to bring pure enjoyment to my readers. I tell people that I write cotton candy for the mind. Think about that. When you were a kid and you put a small cloud of that wispy confection on your tongue, what did you do? You smiled. And maybe you even laughed. That’s the reaction I’m going for with my short, upbeat stories. That’s why I write romance novels. So if you’re looking to get lost for a few hours in a fun, cheery story, I hope you’ll try one of my books.

Donna's latest release, Reclaim My Heart, is 75% off the cover price ($3.99) through Aug 3rd.

Book Blurb:

Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.

Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth doesn't rip them apart.
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Monday, July 29, 2013

Author Spotlight - New release!!!!!

I am so pleased to feature the newest release by my dear friend and former critique partner, Zee Monodee.  The Other Side, the first in her Island Girls trilogy, is a multicultural story set on the beautiful island of Mauritius that she calls home.

Here's a little bit about Zee:

Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she'd stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.

From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.
This particular position became her favorite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit 'on a fence', whether cultural or societal, in today's world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.

Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking in’ a good book.

About the series:
- The Island Girls trilogy follows the 3 Hemant sisters – Lara, Neha, Diya – over the span of the 2000-2010 decade, chronicling the changing face of the Mauritian society over that crucial period.


Divorce paints a scarlet letter on her back when she returns to the culture-driven society of Mauritius. This same spotlight shines as a beacon of hope for the man who never stopped loving her. Can the second time around be the right one for these former teenage sweethearts?

Indian-origin Lara Reddy left London after her husband dumps her for a more accommodating uterus—at least, that’s what his desertion feels like. Bumping into him and his pregnant new missus doesn’t help matters any, and she thus jumps on a prestigious job offer. The kicker? The job is in Mauritius, the homeland of her parents, and a society she ran away from over a decade earlier.
But once there, Lara has no escape. Not from the gossip, the contempt, the harassing matchmaking...and certainly not from the man she hoped never to meet again. The boy she’d loved and lost—white Mauritian native, Eric Marivaux.

Back when they were teens, Eric left her, and Lara vowed she’d never let herself be hurt again. Today, they are both adults, and facing the same crossroads they’d stood at so many years earlier.
Lara now stands on the other side of Mauritian society. Will this be the impetus she needs to take a chance on Eric and love again?


Lost in her thoughts, she rounded a dead corner of the hall, slamming into someone’s side. Disoriented and dizzy with confusion at the jolting oomph of impact against a solid form, she stumbled, losing control over her legs. She saw the walls moving up rapidly, but a strong pair of hands grabbed her under the arms before the back of her head hit the floor.

Bon sang, mademoiselle! Où courez-vous comme ça?” a rich, deep masculine voice asked on the sharp yet lilting accent of white Mauritian natives.
Where are you running to, miss? he’d asked, from what her rusty French could figure out.

Away from you. Something inside her acknowledged the danger before she could process his words. She knew that voice. Her head spun again, yet her mind was very alert.

Could it be…? No, it couldn’t. Her brain had to be playing tricks on her. The sound with its particular accent belonged to the very distant past. How was she hearing it at this moment? Had she fainted? That’s it. She wasn’t conscious, and since she’d probably worked herself to exhaustion, the condition had triggered all sorts of switches in her muddled consciousness.
The image of the man from the airport burned itself into her mind, and she gasped. No!

“Is everything okay?” The chuckle had gone from the tone, replaced by worry.
Solid strength still held her ribcage, the back of the hands warm and smooth where they touched her arms. The heat from them went to her head, churning all coherent thought into a jumble.

Her mind had to be playing a trick on her. He couldn’t be who she was imagining. When, after a few seconds, it didn’t appear like she’d come around, doubt invaded her heart.
Your eyes won’t betray you, they’ll see the truth.

She risked a glance up beneath her lashes. She had to be certain if this was real or not. To know this was all a trick of her imagination….
Lara encountered a tall form with broad shoulders outlined in a short-sleeved shirt. The lapels of the opened collar framed a strong jaw and a wide, full, and sensual mouth was set in a worried line above a square chin. A fine, straight nose sent faint shadows over his lips.
She had to gulp back the ominous lump wedged in her throat. Her heart beat a hammering throb in her chest, and her mouth went dry. Her suspicions looked dangerously close to being confirmed, and the nagging notion played havoc with her thoughts. She closed her eyes.

When she opened them, she found herself staring into a pair of blue irises. A blinding flash went through her head, plunging her heart to her knees. She’d recognize those irises anywhere. Deep-set, bright, and laughing eyes the colour of the deepest ocean. The heavy, golden locks brushing his forehead accentuated the frown knitting his eyebrows.
Locks that had somehow broken free from the thick, smoothed-back hair. She itched to sweep them back, to run the tips of her fingers along his smooth skin, like she used to in the past, onto the soft buzz of hair he used to keep so short….

Her mind went into a crazy spin, and all her senses reeled as everything became a vivid kaleidoscope of colours. Her stomach heaved, and her knees went weak as her body became limp. But the man’s strong grip was still on her, and he kept her steady on her feet.
“Are you okay? I think you better sit down here,” he said.

The voice made its way into her perception, and she couldn’t suppress the relief that flooded her. His voice had always had such power over her.
He still hasn’t recognised me.

She’d changed a lot in the past decade, and with her head still bent forward, her hair shielded her face. She wanted to escape. She wanted to close her eyes, and then open them to find it had all been a dream. Or a nightmare.
But this was real, and how long could she remain incognito? Lara swallowed painfully. Of all the people from her past, fate had had to choose that precise person to shove along her path.

All of this battled inside her mind as she allowed him to lead her to a sofa. After having lowered her into her seat with extreme care and gentleness, her saviour sat down next to her, turning to face her profile. The movement triggered the air to move around him, and the smell of his aftershave—fresh, spicy, and very elusive—filled her nostrils and made its way into her foggy mind.
He still smells the same. Like a cool sea breeze wafting through the unique musk of a man’s warm skin.

Lara took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She would have to face him sooner or later. A part of her had always known she ran the risk of coming across him on the island. She’d preferred to hide from the probability, but she couldn’t run anymore.
So she lifted her head. A frown marred the wide forehead on the face she encountered. As devastatingly handsome as ever. Or maybe, even more than ever. His features were arresting, masculine, adult. No longer those of a teenager.

Her mouth went dry again, and her heart beat faster when the straight line of his lips broke into a large smile a few seconds later. His eyes lit up as well, and widened.
“I’ll be damned! Lara? Is it really you?” he asked, switching effortlessly to English.

She forced a smile and took a deep breath. “Hello, Eric. How are you?”

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Amazon (available at the discounted price of $2.99)

Friday, July 26, 2013

Fun Friday!

Now that A Woman's Worth has gone to my editor, and I can breathe against for a few days, it's a good time for me to share a few things to make you smile.

Recently I saw this on author Vonda Howard's blog and thought how perfectly it portrays how I felt last week. LOL!


And remember the pictures of the Stafford Brothers I posted a while back? Well, I found another picture of Charles, whose book is next. I have a title now - Till You Come Back to Me. Here's another shot of Marc's twin. This really made me smile...
And here's the title song by the Queen...
And, finally, I got a real kick out of this one...

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Author Spotlight - Nonnie Jules

Today the spotlight is shining on author Nonnie Jules. I met her on Twitter, and we've been chatting back for forth ever since.

Nonnie was born in TX but was relocated to Louisiana when she was a toddler.  She still lives there today with her husband and their two daughters and many, many animals. She loves to write from many genres, including poetry, fiction and non, as well as How-To guides.

She has written a wonderful book that every parent should read called "THE GOOD MOMMIES' GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS", 100 Tips On Raising Daughters Everyone Can't Help But Love!


This guide is filled with 100 tips on how you can raise girls "everyone can't help but love!" The author, Nonnie Jules takes you on a journey of how she used these tools that kept her adult daughter with her virginity still intact through high school, college and grad school.  And she proudly exclaims that it is still intact today! In her very humorous manner, she tells how she started teaching her daughters when they were still in her womb and she swears by this method.  Real-life situations along with methods on how to effectively deal with each and every one filled with a little humor thrown into the mix, makes this a really good, fun read.  The author is quick to share that she is far from being a PERFECT MOMMY ("just ask my daughters"...she says), but she is a really GOOD one and that's all you need to be to raise children who are perfectly suited to become productive, caring members of society.
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My highly-anticipated novel entitled "Daydream's Daughter, Nightmare's Friend" has a release date of August 22, 2013.  You can read an excerpt of it here

Parent Tip #97

REMAIN CALM, EVEN IN THE MIDST OF HER TELLING YOU SOMETHING YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO HEAR.  Remember opening the door wide for her to be able to come to you with anything?  Well, here is the perfect opportunity.  Sometimes our daughters will have things to share with us that will shock us.  Sometimes to our very core.  But, we must remain calm in our words, our expressions and manner lest we make her feel as if she made a mistake by sharing with us.  Listen first and when it is your time to speak, choose your words very carefully so as not to shut the door on her sharing with you the next time.  You can do this!

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Twitter:  @nonniejules

Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Woman's Worth - Sneak Peek #3

A Woman's Worth is due to my editor on Sunday, and I'm up to my neck in final revisions. Since my mind is miles away from creating blog topics, I thought I'd share another unedited excerpt from the story.

If you read the previous excerpts (here: and here:, you met the hero, Marc Stafford and his twin brother, Charles. Today I want to introduce you to the heroine, Gianne Marvray and give you a glimpse of who she is. Enjoy!
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Gianne Marvray tapped her foot against the chair leg as she waited for her doctor to enter the office. His nurse had called to say that Dr. Stafford wanted to see her, but not for an exam. That meant one of two things – either the latest treatments had been successful or the cancer had returned. No one could have possibly understood the foreboding churning inside her unless they were in the same situation. Stefanie, her best friend, offered to accompany her today, but she knew this was a visit she needed to do alone. If the news turned out to be bad, she’d need time alone. Even though she knew Stefanie loved her, whatever platitudes she might offer wouldn’t do Gianne any good. If her oncologist had good news, her parents and Stef were the first people she’d call.

After radiation therapy, three rounds of chemo, constant nausea and vomiting, losing thirty pounds, all of her hair and all the other accompanying misery, her strength was slowly returning. Very slowly. Ever since her last checkup three months ago, Gianne was feeling better than she had in the past two years.

Her gaze landed on an old photograph on the credenza behind the desk of a much younger Dr. Stafford and his wife surrounded by a slew of the cutest boys she’d ever seen. They all looked to be between two and sixteen years old. Their features were an interesting mixture of both parents. Gianne had seen two of the sons here in the office. Dr. Jesse and Dr. Charles were both surgeons. The oldest son, Vic, Jr., who had performed her surgery, was Chief of Surgery of Atlanta's largest medical center.

Dr. Stafford appeared a few minutes later wearing the unreadable expression he’d probably perfected from decades of delivering horrific news to patients. “Good morning, Gianne. How are you?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Good morning. That’s what I’m here to find out.” She studied his smooth, unlined face, which was still quite handsome considering she estimated him to be in his mid-sixties.

He sat behind his desk, pushed up the glasses on his nose and opened the two-inch thick file that contained her medical history. She smiled inwardly at how he resisted new technology in his office. At the hospital, he adapted to the changes, but he always fussed about carrying the notebook computer containing patient records.

“It’s very good news, Gianne. All of your tests came back negative. There is no evidence of the cancer.”

Relief took the wind out of her, and she sat back heavily in the chair. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t give you a determination like this if I wasn’t certain. Of course, you will need to be retested every six months. That means we won’t need to see each other again until October, except for this Saturday night.”

She frowned, still taking in the enormity of his announcement. “What do I need to do Saturday night?”

“Join my family and me at a celebration for my son, Victor. He’s been promoted to Chief of Surgery at the hospital. Since he was your surgeon, you already know him. When was the last time you put on a fancy dress and went out just for fun?”

She shook her head. “To tell you the truth, I really can’t remember.”

“Well, I’d say it’s time, especially since you have something to celebrate. You’ve been my patient for two years now and, to tell you the truth, I see you more than I see a few of my own kids.” Smile lines crinkled around eyes that reminded her of a tropical ocean. Rare for a black man. “I’d love for you to join us. The affair is being held in the ballroom at the Twelve Hotel in Atlantic Station at seven o’clock.”

“It’s so nice of you to invite me. I’d love to come.”

Before she left the office, he gave her instructions to get enough rest and to keep her regular checkups with her primary care doctor and gynecologist.

Gianne walked back to the parking garage in a daze, a barrage of thoughts swirling around her like a tornado. Had he really said she was in remission? After the worst two years of her life, could she return to life as she’d once known it before uterine cancer changed everything? The awful diagnosis had stolen her health, her strength and her dream of giving birth to her own children. Those dark days between the diagnosis, ensuing surgery, chemo and radiation had turned into twenty-two interminably long months. But now a brilliant wash of light instantly swept away the dark cloud that had been her constant companion. A growing euphoria carried her to the car, and she found herself grinning as she put her key into the ignition.

Coming to Kindle, Nook, Kobo and Smashwords
August 26, 2013

Monday, July 15, 2013

Author Spotlight

Today I am pleased to feature an interview with author M. O. Kenyan and a spotlight on her two new releases. If you like romantic suspense or contemporary interracial romance, these are for you!

1.Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?

I am a daughter, a sister and a lover of life.

2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?

Basketball, music and watching series. Right now I am watching One Tree Hill. I love the #Nailey romance.

3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?

When I get an idea I write it down on my note book. I build up on the idea until I am ready to write the story. I have learnt that rushing into a premature concept, doesn’t help. It only stalls the progress of the story.

4. Where do you get your ideas from?

From life. I think every author just writes about life in their own way. Sure, not everyone will have some wisdom or life lesson. But we write both what we know and what we don’t know. Its basically life and for a few days, weeks or months we are our characters, experiencing life through them.

5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?

I think my favorite is yet to come.

But right now the story closest to my heart is DENOUEMENT, being released on the 9th of July.

6.Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?

I am a bit out there. People who don’t know me say that I am quiet. People who do know that in my mind is a mouse on a wheel.

7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?

Life experiences. Even if its fantasy, I believe including something that happened brings it closer to reality. Even if its just a paragraph, scene of chapter. If my readers read all my books back to back, I think they could probably piece together an important moment in my life.

8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?

My muse is the world, life and the mouse in my head.

9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?

I don’t think I would change genre. Romance is my thing. Maybe when I fall in love I’ll write about  something I don’t have at the time, a G-5. But I would love to write a script.

10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?

Jamallah, M.J Kane, Delaney Diamond, Stephanie Meyers and I have to include the person or people who wrote the One Tree Hill story. I won’t get into depth with that, but you can read about t on my blog Basically I love how they developed one character in particular. He is the father that I always wanted, the boyfriend that I never had and the husband God has planned for me. Every OTH fan loves Nathan Scott.

11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?

My favorite female character has to be from my book DENOUEMENT, she is just as lost as I feel sometimes. Like her I wish I could compose my life story, set a path and follow it to the end. I get lost in the darkness sometimes and that is Marietta Parks. I would love to know what comes tomorrow. But God did not intend for us to take shortcuts.

Male character has to be Reece Morgan from my 9th July release COVERT EXISTENCE. He is forgiving and gracious. He falls in love and holds on to that love. He is hopeful even though the girl he wishes to spend the rest of his life with disappears. He knows what true love looks like.

12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?

I don’t think I have reached that stage yet, where I find writing about something difficult. That requires a piece of yourself, a piece of your reality. I don’t think I have matured yet, emotionally to get to that point. That I why I hold out on writing some projects, scripts and books, that I really want to start. When I get there everyone will know it. It will be my favorite story.

13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?

Start small, start big. But whatever you do keep true to yourself. Do not let anyone compromise your story. It is your story and only you can tell it.

14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?

I am in school, studying communications.

But I know that telling stories would have always been part of me. I have too many day dreams to bottle up inside. I want to write a script one day and have everyone see my story the way I saw it in my head, but in their own way.

Well now that we got the questions and answers out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?

(This is where you will put in a blurb along with an excerpt of your story. Plus  if you like you can tell us about  your next book that will be coming out and when it will be out. Also your buy links will be put out on here as well.)

Covert Existence

Charlie Montgomery has always wanted to emerge from her father and her fiancé’s shadow. Her desperation surpasses her need for love and family. When a chance comes up to further her career she takes it. The timing is terrible, Reece Morgan has just proposed and they are planning a life together. Charlie infiltrates a mob family with terrorist ties. Three months later she discovers she is pregnant. But she already has her career booster in her hands and can’t bear to lose it. Charlie does the unforgivable; she hides the baby from its father, Reece Morgan and tells the mob boss, Alexander Corisi that he is the father of her baby.

Six years later after waking up alone, on what should have been the best morning of his life, Reece Morgan finds himself in a case tied to Charlie’s father, General Charles Montgomery. Standing in the same room as the man who was supposed to be his father in law is too much for Reece to bear and his animosity shows. Reece now has to bite the bullet and accept a protection assignment of a little girl living in the General’s house. Barely an hour after he has custody of the girl, she is kidnapped. But the circus of events does not end there as Charlie returns home.

Charlie now has to get help from Reece without letting him know that he has a daughter. But there are so many issues between them that make working together a difficult chore. The danger surrounding them seems to have a protective effect on Reece as he begins to treat Charlie as if she had never left. But his sweet nature soon disappears when he finds out the little girl strapped to a bomb is his daughter.

Reece and Charlie are able to save their daughter, and in the end he asks her to marry him again. This time he doesn’t give her an opportunity to say no.


Marietta Parks believes that the only way to stop surprises from happening in life is to control your own fate. Paying attention to every detail she scripts out her own life. Leaving love, romance and children out of it. But then she meets a man who just has to be added into her story, Tobias Harden was the man of everyone’s dreams but t her he was a lovely addition to her already scripted life.
Tobias Harden was the modern day Casanova. Love was not in his vocabulary, and he was allergic to the word commitment, like poison Ivy to the bare skin. A chance kiss with Marietta Parks makes him question his single life. He was to be the best for her, and oddly enough she happens to be the only woman he wants to kiss. Tobias convinces Marietta that she needs him in her life. But after three years of marriage and life’s obstacles, he finds himself in bed with another woman. He has to convince her that he is still the man for her, especially now that she’s pregnant.

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Friday, July 12, 2013

Special Guest Friday

No Fun Friday post today, because I have the privilege of sharing a new release by my author buddy, Deatri King-Bey. It sounds absolutely fascinating...

The Only Option by Deatri King-Bey

I’ve had a character harassing me for a few years to write her story. I don’t know why I waited so long to hear what she had to say. I guess some things can’t be explained. When I began writing The Only Option, all I knew was how the hero and heroine met.
I know people must think authors are crazy when we say the characters talk to us, but it’s true. To make a long story short, I finally listened to Isis and Jonah, and boy was I surprised. Why you ask? Because I don’t typically like arranged marriage books, yet their story is centered around arranged marriage. I know arranged marriages are common in many cultures, but I just wasn’t feeling it. What to do? What to do? Write the book of course. I really shouldn’t have waited so long.

I fell in love with Isis and Jonah before the end of the first scene. This may shock you, but at times, it takes me a while to warm up to my own characters. Yeah, I know. I have issues. Upon completion of The Only Option, I sent it to the beta readers, and they loved it as much as I do. Lesson reaffirmed—listen to your characters. Many times they know better than you.

Here’s a little more about The Only Option.

The Only Option: Sane upwardly-mobile women don't agree to enter into arranged marriages... Or do they?

Control freak Jonah Tazi comes from a long line of arranged marriages, but the thought of his parents picking his bride never sat well with him. Time is working against Jonah, so he reluctantly agrees to allow his father to find him a proper bride. Then he meets Isis and becomes infatuated with the vibrant, funny, and talented woman. A powerful man used to getting exactly what he wants, exactly when he wants it, he is unprepared when Isis doesn’t agree to his proposal immediately. Now he is determined to convince her (and everyone else) that he and Isis belong together. Jonah intends to be her only option.

Isis Michaels has always been sheltered by her father. The tables have turned, and now she must shelter him. Isis rearranges her life and will do whatever it takes to please her father during the time he has left—almost anything. It becomes clear that he wants to see her settled before he passes. Is marrying Jonah, a man she’s emotionally and physically attracted to but just met, her only option?

Here’s a little sample. Enjoy…

Chapter One

“Dad, you’re not choosing my wife.” Adjusting his earpiece, Jonah exited the elevator. Fifteen minutes early for an acquisition meeting, he considered himself late.

“You’re a lot closer to forty than thirty. People are starting to talk.”

“I don’t care.” Artwork lined either side of the hallway. The priceless collection had taken Jonah years to build and there were more pieces to acquire.

“Well, I do. Three years. Three years ago you promised to dedicate time to finding a wife.”

“I’ve been busy running a multibillion-dollar corporation.”

“I was just as busy as my father and his father before him. We’ve always had arranged marriages. That didn’t change when my father moved to this country. He did an excellent job of choosing my wife.”

“You’re divorced.” Jonah’s grandfather had moved his wife from Morocco to the United States shortly after their marriage. The majority of the family remained in Morocco and Spain along with many of their traditions. Jonah’s selection of a wife went beyond tradition. As the only son, Jonah believed it was his duty to produce at least one heir to carry on the Tazi name. Time had slipped by too quickly for him to find a wife. A control freak, he hated the idea of his father choosing his wife, but he didn’t see an alternative.

Attracted to the maturity of women his own age, if he waited much longer, the type of woman Jonah wanted wouldn’t be of childbearing age. “Fine, I’ll get married. I take it you have suitable options in mind?”

“Of course I do. I’ll have your assistant set up the meetings.”

“Speaking of meetings, I have one in thirteen minutes. We can talk later.” Jonah disconnected and continued along the hallway. Originally, he’d tried to acquire D. M. Solutions two years ago, but the owner wouldn’t consider his offer.

He rounded the corner, then stopped in his tracks. Few people had access to his private floor, so seeing a woman standing dangerously close to his Auguste Rodin sculpture shocked him. What drew him even more than her presence were her legs. Quite tall himself, he rarely met a woman who reached his shoulders. He’d give his Rembrandt to have her legs wrapped around him as he pushed into her.

Soon he’d be selecting a wife and other women would be off-limits. Currently a free man, Jonah had no intention of allowing the long-legged lovely to pass him by.

—End Sample—

Needless to say, Isis will not be passing him by. I hope you give The Only Option a try.
Available in Print, Kindle, and Nook/ePub (via Barnes & Noble)