Love At First Taste

I’m being sold off to the Bratva as part of a business deal… I’m a regular American girl, an artist trying to make a name for herself. But then Daddy tells me I’m a part of his business arrangement… I have to marry a cold, intense Bratva guy twice my age, whether I want to or not. Our marriage binds our families, giving both parties skin in the game. Nobody cares that my skin doesn’t want to be sold off to him. He says my innocence sparks an obsessive need in him. He wants me purely for himself, like an object he possesses. They say that time heals all wounds, even the most ...

Being a single dad while managing one of the biggest businesses in New Orleans keeps me very busy. I spend my free time with my daughter, Bella—reading to her, styling her hair, or choosing nail polishes appropriate for an eight-year-old. But I’m okay with that, because she is my whole world. After my divorce, I made myself a promise: I wouldn’t date until Bella was older. Then, all my good intentions go up in smoke when I hire our newest chef for the flagship restaurant in the French Quarter.

Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did. A fairy-tale-like meeting of love at first sight. Real life and fairy tales are very different. I'm just a small-town Indiana girl who had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood's golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes - not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It's even worse when you're strangers.

BILLIONAIRE FOR SALE is a darkly comic romantic thriller about being held to ransom. By your family. By your marriage. By mysterious kidnappers who burst into your best friend’s villa and seize you at gunpoint. Tess realizes she’s made a mistake marrying billionaire Jeremy McCarthy, and questions her unfulfilling life with him. Just as she’s ready to leave her lavish life behind, masked gunmen crash into her world and kidnap her husband and three friends. Now, instead of walking away, Tess is pulled into a dangerous world of high-stakes negotiations and even higher personal stakes.

I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet...I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do.