So excited to announce the release of Everything He Wants, a #MeetCute Romance and Billionaire Breakfast Club #1 The Jock.
So how did Elise and D'Andre meet? Their friends set them up…for an interview.
Boy Meets Girl. It's the way romances usually begin…and while we all love a happy ending, it's the #meetcute that wins our hearts.
My book in the #MeetCute Romance series features D’Andre Smith, a former NFL wide receiver with a secret, and Elise Putnam, a burgeoning reporter with a need to prove herself. From the moment they meet, their attraction is off the charts, even though for multiple reasons, they should be off limits to each other.
D’Andre loves his mother. She supported him working two jobs so that he could pursue a football career and now he takes care of her. She also hates reporters, so when she catches D and Elise at lunch he does the only thing he can do. He lies and tells his mother Elise is his lunch date. She agrees to go along with the deception, but for a price.
Here’s an excerpt of Everything He Wants:
D pulled out his phone and clumsily texted his momma a good morning.
Predictably, his phone rang. “Hi, Momma.”
“You know I don’t like that texting. Why don’t anyone just pick up a phone and call anymore?”
D’Andre sighed. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Talkin’ to my baby boy is never a bother.” She sniffed.
He was six four and two hundred seventy pounds, down thirty from his NFL career days, but to his mother he was still her baby.
“Thanks, Momma.” His voice softened and his mouth curved. “Everything okay there?” He’d bought her the house in Brookline with his signing bonus ten years ago.
“The newfangled dishwasher is running rough.”
“I’ll get a repairman out there first thing.”
“Anything for you,” D’Andre said softly. His mother had sacrificed her best years to support him. Now it was his turn. “What’s on your agenda for today?”
His mother kinda sounded like she was huffing and puffing. “Meeting some girls from church for an early birthday lunch.”
A rustling behind him caught his ear and D turned around to see a stunning woman approaching his table.
Once during his rookie year in the NFL, he’d taken a hit so hard he’d been flat out on his back, the turf prickling his calves, breath clawing to escape his chest. The sky had swirled above him, a bright brilliant blue while he tried to remember who, and where, he was.
With one glance at this woman’s dazzling ice blue eyes, his heart thunked in his chest and his head swirled, as if he’d taken a similar hit. That sensation of being flat out gobsmacked pummeled him just like that monster tackle from a three-hundred-fifty pound linebacker. He shook his head, trying to clear the sensation of having his bell rung.
She wore a mannish navy suit with matching pointy flats. Not the least bit sexy. And yet he wanted to pull her into his embrace and hold on tight. A waterfall of straight platinum hair framed a stunning face of classic bone structure, bright blue eyes and a wide, unsmiling mouth.
“Mr. Smith.” Not a question. Slightly haughty, frosty, ice princess.
He realized he’d been far too silent and his mother had been chattering away on the other end of the line.
“Well then, have a good lunch.” He managed to finish his call without babbling like an idiot. He blindly pressed the end button. He guessed this was the reporter. She certainly didn’t dress like a groupie.
That untouchable queen to peasant thing was really doing it for him. He’d never had this kind of physical reaction to a woman in his life. But he had to ignore it. Because her profession killed any possibility of engaging beyond this interview. Reporters were off-limits. For so, so many reasons.
So instead of asking her on a date, preferably one that started right here and ended upstairs in the Harvey Parker suite with both of them naked, he was going to ignore this insane attraction and do what he always did.
Flirt, distract, deflect, and get rid of her fast after he got his message across. He’d be out of here in thirty. He’d ignore his visceral reaction and get it done.
Their friends set up an interview, it was supposed to be simple….
D’Andre Smith has it all.
Fame. Money. Women. On the outside, his life looks perfect. But he's got a secret that could destroy it all, so the last woman he should get involved with is a reporter.
Elise Putnam is searching for a scoop to scoop all scoops to prove her investigative chops, so the last thing she should do is get involved with an interview subject.
Their instant attraction has the potential to develop into something more if D opens his heart and Elise opens her mind. But their ingrained desire to protect their secrets may be stronger than their love….