The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday - IF I LOVED YOU

The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday             

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My choice this week is from prolific writer Jean Joachim and her book IF I LOVED YOU

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Beginnings

Megan could hardly breathe. Her mouth, suddenly dry as desert sand, managed a smile as her eyes connected with his. Instantly, she understood Chaz Duncan’s enormous film success. His presence filled the room the second he entered it.

Chaz stood about five foot eleven, with a slender build and shoulders that stretched from New York to California. His expertly trimmed, rakishly long, dark brown hair threatened to fall into his eyes at any moment. His eyes were the darkest brown, fringed by long black lashes. His nose was straight and just long enough. His lips were perfect, with a slightly fuller lower lip that looked completely kissable.

   

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“Not this one. Honestly. Meg has no idea how hot she is. She wears these low cut sweaters to work and then bends over the desk in front of me—and not on purpose, like she forgot what she’s wearing. Great rack. She doesn’t even know she’s flashing me.”

“A hot babe who doesn’t know it? How do you find these women, Chaz?”

“Dumb luck.”

“Does she have a friend?”

“What happened to Selena?”

“Didn’t work out.”

“Sorry. She was hot…a stick of fire.”

“Stick of dynamite is more like it. What a pain in the ass. She was demanding and always needing attention…constantly. Geez.” He shook his head.

“Meg’s independent. Maybe too independent.”

 

Blurb

Does love always mean total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight was one way for Megan Davis to keep her family secret. A successful financial advisor, Meg was shocked when she was selected to launch a celebrity division for her investment firm.

Gorgeous, magnetic movie star, Chaz Duncan, wary of women who wanted to bask in his fame or sell his secrets to the media, valued privacy above all else. Would he continue his high profile but lonely existence to keep his secret safe? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary romance.

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Tuesday Tales Picture prompt

This is  September's Picture Prompt week. Thank you for coming by and I hope you'll visit all the other participants in this week's Tuesday Tales.
“You’re joking! Tell me you’re joking.” Max stared at the woman standing inches in front of him and wondered how it had come to this without him noticing.“I’m serious.  This is not a joke.” Doreen’s glance took in the opulent office, the panoramic view beyond the glass walls before fixing her husband with a steely glare. “If you spent less time wedded to your job than your marriage it may not have passed you by.  After all you’re the last to notice.”
His gaze dropped to his wife’s midriff, to the obvious swell of her belly. “We said no kids…”

 

You said no kids,” Doreen interrupted. “When I walked you promised we could have kids.”

 

“But so soon…”

 

“Five years is too soon?”

 

Had they been married so long?  It hit him how little time he’d spent with the woman he’d wanted to himself. Where had the years gone, and who was this hard faced stranger?

 

Automatically he took the papers she held out. “What’s this?”

 

“Divorce papers.”

 

Two ice-laden words, that pierced his heart. No joke, Doreen was serious. “On what grounds?”

 

“Desertion.” Raising her hand she indicated their surroundings.

 

Disbelief leant volume to his voice. “It’s given you everything you wanted. The house, money, cars, designer clothes.”

 

“But not your heart, you never understood that’s all I wanted.” Doreen hesitated at the door.  “Goodbye, Max.”

 

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Releasing the past had been harder than expected.

 

“Well?” Allan’s love embraced her when she joined him outside the office buildings.

 

Doreen placed her hand in his. “It’s done.”

 

“To new beginnings,” she said, raising her glass thirty minutes later.

 

"New beginnings.” Allan echoed and reached across the table to brush a kiss on her lips before touching his champagne flute with hers. “New beginnings.”