It’s Chubby Chasers night, and I’m about to take the stage. I’m tired of being broke and sneaking into my father’s now foreclosed house to sleep on the floor every night. Besides, I’ve had four gin and tonics so…here I go. I barely get my hands around the silver pole before the lights go out, I’m dragged from the stage by a pair of strong, bear-paw hands and whisked away in the back of a dark limo to a mansion. I’m thinking maybe my billionaire prince charming has finally arrived to solve all my problems, but when I get my first look at the man who I now call Daddy, I already know he is no prince. He’s my captor. I’m being held against my will by the dark, silent and oh so sexy stranger, and I know I should fight. I know I should run. But instead, I end up in a bubble bath, my kidnapper watching me with fire in his eyes. Only, when I find out who he really is, will all the fantasies of living the life of a princess shatter at my feet? Or will this man I’ve come to trust end up being my happily ever after?
Author
Since I was a little girl, I’ve made up stories. I would lay in my bed at night and before I knew what a trope was, I would make up these trope filled stories. Boy sees girl, boys falls for girl, boy saves girl….happily ever after. As I got older, the stories turned steamier and more intricate, but the basics never changed. Now, my books are still full of romance but the naughty bits are naughtier, my hero’s are obsessed alpha types and my heroines are quirky, real women who come in all shapes and sizes. So, sit back, banish the real world and get lost in some over the top romance with a heaping helping of hot. xoxoxo
