She's
fiercely independent. He's thwarted by tradition. Can a brush of her
hand be their brush with fate?
A
woman with everything to gain.
Keeli
Larsen craves success on her own terms. She has no support and less
money, but she has talent and big dreams. Determined not to return to
the family farm, this is Keeli's last chance to make it. It's also
her final opportunity to connect with the out-of-her-league, gorgeous
man in the penthouse office - her very own Prince Charming. Although
they have never spoken, a crowded elevator, a chance encounter, and a
misplaced hand are about to change everything.
A
man with everything to lose.
Billionaire
and sexy hunk, Wyatt Lyons Howe IV is on track to inherit a family
empire he doesn't want. With dreams of his own, Wyatt is suffocating
under generations of family expectations and traditions until a brief
moment and a brush of a hand set Wyatt on a crash course with love.
Can Wyatt turn his back on his heritage to pursue his goals following
the lead of this fiery redhead. Can he forfeit his wealth for
freedom? Fearing Keeli is a down-on-her-luck artist looking for a
bankroll, Wyatt doubts her motives. He's been burned in the past but
can't resist the temptation. He is bedazzled.
A
challenge accepted.
Wyatt
is seduced by Keeli’s spirit and the sizzling chemistry between
them. Used to getting what he wants, Wyatt determines to make Keeli
his own. But first he must outsmart a scheming fiancé, oppose his
family and friends, overcome his doubts, and walk away from his
wealth and power. And, of course, he must win her heart.
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road to romance, buy this steamy page turner, and meet the first of
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Excerpt
The
chatter in the elevator lightened her mood immediately, reminding
Keeli of all the people who had started with only a few dollars and a
dream. In many cases, they had made it without knowing the language
or customs of their adopted country. By comparison, she had many
advantages and instantly felt better about her choice, more confident
about moving forward on her own. Mr. Weinberg let her take many of
her pieces with her when she left his employ. There had been no
severance check, of course, but the ready inventory was a gift. Keeli
let the renewed confidence surge through her body, standing straight
and looking ahead. Watching her step, careful not to bump anyone with
her parcel, Keeli stepped into the divide and moved toward the back.
That
was the moment she saw HIM. He was the best thing – by far –
about working in this building. She was standing face to face with
the virile, gorgeous, sexy man she saw in the elevator regularly.
Well, almost face-to-face since he was at least 4 or 5 inches taller
than her statuesque 5’10”.
He
was what she would miss most about this job – these random
opportunities to ride the elevator and watch him, getting to stand
close, allowing her imagination to run wild with fantasies – all
starring him, of course.
Most
of the time, he hid mysteriously behind a pair of Wayfarers, but the
rain today afforded Keeli a chance to admire the intelligence and
concentration in his azure eyes. He stood with his shoulders back,
head towering over everyone’s Looking up, Keeli locked eyes with
his, his mouth lifting in a half smile. Keeli shyly dropped her head
as a blush rose to her cheeks and her heart sped up. She knew the
smile was just politeness. She wanted so much more. She wanted him to
notice her the way she noticed him, feel about her as she did about
him.
If
only he had the same visceral reaction that Keeli had to him, perhaps
he would have spoken to her by now. She could not overcome her
shyness to initiate a conversation, but if he longed for her as she
did him…obviously, he was not interested. Now she would never see
him again. Her disappointment was way out of proportion; he was a
stranger. But he had this pull on her. Instead of thinking of him as
a stranger, she thought of him as hers.
Hers.
What a laugh. Wake up Keeli!
Everyone
noticed him - man and woman alike. She saw it on elevator rides and
when he traversed the lobby. Yes, he was particularly tall, a few
inches over six feet. However, it was more than his height that drew
the eye. He was compelling, confident, and assured. He was beyond
handsome with his chiseled features, thick wavy hair and well-muscled
body clad in custom suits. Keeli was drawn to him like a bee to
honey. She had seen other women catch his eye, seen them smile and
flirt easily. She was overwhelmingly shy when near him, preventing
her from ever making him ‘hers’.
They
crossed paths at the coffee kiosk or in the elevator at least once a
week. She knew she was projecting her own desires, but sometimes it
seemed to her that he was seeking her out. Even so, Keeli never
exchanged more than a polite “hello” and he was always polite,
but aloof. Although she longed for some reason to speak more than
pleasantries, she was unable to move past that invisible barrier she
felt between them.
Why,
oh why is facing forward considered appropriate elevator etiquette? I
just want to stare at him one last time. Today needs to be the day to
think of something to say, some witty conversation opener. You are
running out of time.
Her
brain searched now for a reason to speak, knowing it was her last
chance. Instead, she reluctantly turned to face the doors. He was
standing so close, lazily leaning his shoulders against the back
wall. She felt the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck,
goosebumps traveling up her arms in response to the moist heat. She
was rocked by her immediate, erotic reaction.
Reigning
in her body’s response, Keeli reminded herself that the warm breath
was a result of proximity, not desire. She was a non-entity to him
and had been for the16 months she had worked there. His polished
appearance, custom suits and elegant leather briefcase contrasted
with her wild red hair, shabby jacket, scuffed boots and faded Old
Navy dress. He epitomized class and privilege; she embodied shabby
chic. Maybe not even chic - just shabby. She could never bridge the
gulf.
About
the Author
Madison
Michael is an indie publisher, blogger and the author of the
Beguiling Bachelor Series as well as the novella Desire &
Dessert, from her sizzling B&B Billionaire Bachelor series.
A
Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago
culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies.
Maddy employs that history, writing steamy contemporary romance
novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite
society.
After
receiving a BA in Journalism from the University of Illinois and an
MBA from Loyola University of Chicago, Madison abandoned her writing
to find her way in the corporate business world. Daughter of a
librarian, it was inevitable that she would return to the world of
books.
Maddy
writes from high above Chicago where she can stare at its gorgeous
skyline or the shores of Lake Michigan surrounded by feline
assistants. When she is not writing,, Maddy can be found lost in a
book, fighting for the rights of the mentally iil or dining on
Chicago’s famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone?
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1 comment:
Hi, Madison!
Hope this gets the attention of some new readers.
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