BLURB:
Vivienne
Callahan has known only hardship. As if growing up with an alcoholic, drug
addicted mother wasn’t traumatic enough, she’s escaped from her physically and
verbally abusive boyfriend only to struggle every day to make ends meet as a
waitress in a Minneapolis diner.
Along comes
Mikah Blake, a handsome stranger who quickly takes an unexpected and persistent
interest in her. On the surface, “Mr. Suit” seems to be Vivienne’s opposite:
rich, well-fed, successful. As Vivienne will learn, Mikah is more than he
seems, and for reasons unknown, he’s determined to be her knight in shining
armor. But after having finally found her own two feet after years of abuse,
it’s difficult for her to accept Mikah’s help.
Will her
body’s unexpected response to Mikah’s touch be reason enough to overcome her
pride and traumatic past and learn to love and trust? Or will her past,
refusing to be left behind, come back to claim her?
EXCERPT:
He’s looking down at me, making me feel small at
five feet two inches. He has to be at least six feet tall. Broad shoulders. His
suit today is gunmetal grey with blue or black pin striping—I can’t tell which.
His shirt is a beautiful lavender color with a darker purple tie.
"How do you know I'm not an addict?" I
ask, softly.
He smiles at me, warm, genuine. "Because,
you've come to return the money I left you last night as a tip." My jaw
falls open.
"How"—I swallow hard—"did you
know?"
His smile fades a little. "Because, why
else would you come down here?"
I close my mouth and look down at the floor. His
ability to read me is really scary.
"Since you haven't eaten since last night,
I'm going to take you to lunch."
I feel my face flush bright red, both in anger
and complete irritation. "That is not why I'm here. I've survived for my
entire life fending for myself, I don't need some rich hot shot business mogul
buying me food." I reach into the pocket of my bag and pull the folded up
paper from it. I thrust it towards him. He refuses to take it. Tears of
frustration trickle down my cheeks. "Damn it Mikah, take it." I push
it at him again and again he refuses. "I'm not a damn charity case. I
don't need your money or your food."
The bell chimes. We’ve finally reached the
skyway. As soon as the doors open, I drop the folded up paper with his money in
it and bolt from the elevator, turning left, hoping and praying I can get away.
"Vivienne, stop." I hear him say
behind me. I keep going, walking quickly but not running. Yet. I'm trying hard
to not make a scene.
But he doesn’t seem to care about that. He
catches me quickly, spins me around. I grab hold of his arm to catch my balance
so I don't go sprawling onto the floor.
Review:
This book was about a heroine with a lot of integrity. I admired her determination and need to be self-sufficient. She was prideful almost to a fault.
Michah was the one to show her there is kindness in the world. He taught her that there are nice people in this world. Although, Michah is more than he seems.
Even though this was a novella, I really enjoyed it. It was full of tragedy, hope and heart. This story gets four glittery stars for being a great start to a new series.
BIO:
It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a
mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes
stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of
her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love
story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance
that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish
were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true
to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her
gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her
readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a
loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to
again and again.
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