Excerpt ~ For You, Anything, a billionaire romcom

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Her phone buzzed for the fourth time. She was ignoring someone. “Someone wants you,” he said into her mouth.

“It’s just Ayana.”

At the sound of her sister’s name, he pulled back. “She checks up on you a lot.”

“Constantly.” She fidgeted a little. “My sister thinks you just want in my pants.”

He did, though had shown restraint worthy of the Pope. He knew once he went there, it would mean something. He wasn’t ready for meaning. “Ah, But then you just want me for my kitchen.”

“Truth.”

He peered up at her place through the windshield. “Is that why I’ve never gotten past the front door? Because Ayana was home before?” His discipline really slipped around this woman.

“Yes. Is that bad?”

He grinned over at her. “Wise. Though, here I thought I was one of her favorite people.”

She grabbed his hand. “Oh, you are. It’s just she’s really protective of me. And…”

“I get it.” He didn’t really, not ever having that himself. But it worried him that she’d clearly been worried being with him would piss off her family. Which surprised the hell out of him. He rather like pissing off family members. Just his own. Not hers. “Well, tomorrow then? I know a great little bistro.”

“Knox. If I did ask you up, would you?” Her voice was so tentative, he felt like a heel. She thought he didn’t want her? After the mouth gymnastics they’d engaged in?

Still, for once, he felt like he had a bead on a woman—this one.

Rayen had confidence in her cooking but little else. She even talked about Washington not really being her place a few times, which did strange things to his heart rhythm. Then, how Ayana was constantly questioning her about her business, her decisions. It irritated.

But what did he know about family? “I wouldn’t want to upset your sister.” Or himself. He’d drawn a good boundary between them. Kissing. Hand holding. No more.

“She’s out of town. So…” She smiled seductively. “Want to come up?”

Having Rayen look at him like she wanted him was mesmerizing. Worse, it threatened to rearrange his decision about keeping her at arms’ length.

“It’s okay. I understand.” She said quickly and cracked open her door. She was hurt. She might as well as punched him. He was used to disappointing women. God knew, why most of the time. But with Rayen, her fragility was so evident, it made him stop her.

He grasped her arm. “I don’t think you do.”

She closed her door again. “You think you’re going to hurt me. You’re not. I’m a grown woman. No one seems to get that around here.” She let her head fall back on the headrest.

He reached over, put his mouth on hers. More he just needed that connection to her. Let her see and feel how much of a woman he believed her to be.

When he broke the kiss, she blinked at him. So many questions filled her eyes, and he wanted all the answers to be “yes” for her.

Truth was, by now, an interest this strong in a woman would have had her nude, under him, long ago. Why was he holding himself back?

“Knox.” Her voice had a plea in it—something he felt straight down to his groin.

His resolve crumbled to dust. “Let’s go up.”

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Releases January 23, 2024


Rayen came to Washington, D.C. to do great things.
Not fall for a womanizing billionaire real estate developer.

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Budding personal chef Rayen knows 3 things about this town. No one cooks. Running a business is hard. And her bachelor clients are hopeless around women.
Like billionaire real estate developer Knox Michaelson. He’s gorgeous, wealthy and charming—sometimes. But he’s clueless about the opposite sex. She tells him, too.
When he offers to help her with her business in exchange for tips on women, she’s shocked but can ’t say no. She needs the help, and the “let me show you my penthouse view” player needs education.
But an inconvenient heat quickly forms between them, and Rayen finds herself not only taking in his, ahem, view but falling for the man who’s completely wrong for her.
Or is he?
A steamy romcom with opposites attract, one-upping the billionaire, fish out of water, family rift, and consuming-passion-overtaking-logic vibes.

Conversations With Characters #18

Him: I got nothing today.
Me: You’re striking in solidarity with the actors and Hollywood writers, aren’t you?
Him: Yes. Consider me on vacation.
Me: Do let me know if you find anything interesting in the picket line.
Him: We’re discussing the patriarchal system that allows certain executives to make more than $50 million a year while too many actors make about $40 a day.
Me: Are you making that up?
Him: I am not. Just like I’m not making up that we are going to gate crash a certain executive’s party and have a threesome in his McLaren.
Me: Not sure how that’s changing the system.
Him: It’s with his twin, twenty-four year-old daughters that he wants to marry off to other studio executives. It’s their idea. They want revenge. I’m a man of service, what can I say?
Me: Is this a Hollywood studio mafia romance you’re starting?
Him: No, the mafia show up later. The head of the family–a woman–is in love with me. So she gets jealous and–
Me: My head hurts. Go back to the picket line.
Him: Too late. I’m already in the McLaren.
Me: Okay, maybe I’ll stick around. Solidarity and all that.

Conversations With Characters #12

A sneak peek into my conversations with random characters that show up with story ideas. Some are better than others!

Him: Okay, so we’re at a wedding and I slept with one of the bridesmaids and she’s now stalking me and I run into a broom closet to escape where I find–
Me: Stop. I can’t start a new story. I’m not bringing my laptop to Australia.
Him: Ah, but I run into a woman in the closet, Clementine, who hates me.
Me: What did you do to her?
Him: What happened to not being interested and not bringing your laptop to start a new book?
Me: I’m not. If it’s a great idea, I’ll remember it when I get home.
Him: [[Bent over in laughter, waving his arms]] Stop. You’re killing me. Your brain’s a sieve.
Me: Excuse me, but you’re the one who has to make it memorable.
Him: [[Rises up to full height, wipes tears from eyes]] She’s a veterinarian who saved my dog so I asked her out only she didn’t show because her father suddenly died, and then I showed up to the funeral only to find out she was married, and then I started dating her sister. But she dumps me, and I get invited to her wedding. I go, naturally.
Me: What do you mean “naturally?”
Him: Weddings are fabulous places to meet women. Anyway, I see Clementine there, find out her sister is marrying her ex husband.
Me: Who’s ex husband?
Him: Clementine’s. Try to keep up.
Me: So now Clementine is divorced, you lock eyes across a crowded room and fall in love?
Him: No, no. See? Your brain is a sieve. I run into the broom closet and find Clementine there balling her eyes out. So, I suggest a plan. We have sex in the bridal suite upstairs. It’s a revenge story–

Me: Alright. I’ll consider bringing my laptop. But why does Clementine hate you? Were you terrible in bed? 
Him: Pfft. Hardly. I might have snuck out, and the sister and ex-husband-now brother-in-law found her asleep in their bed alone. Clementine was exhausted from her screaming out my name in ecstasy.
Me: You left her? Coward.
Him: What? I left a note.
Me: So leaving the laptop at home.

Conversations With Characters #11

Me: I am loving this new story.
Him: I knew you’d love me.
Me:  Actually the heroine–
Him: Is in love with me, too.
Me: We haven’t gotten to that chapter yet.
Him: We’re way ahead of you. We’re… practicing.
Me: Can I watch?
Him: No, you perv–
Me: Hey, do not yuck my yum. Besides, don’t you care I get the details right?
Him: Details? I’m magnificent. She sees stars. I’ve ruined her for anyone else. Her vagina is mine.
Me: Can I talk to her? This “future” her?
Him: She’s recovering.
Me: From what? If you hurt her…
Him: Relax. I sent her to Hawaii where I’ll meet her in a few hours.
Me: Hawaii? We can’t go to–
Him: Writing trip. Tax write off.
Me: Oh.
Him: You’re already packing, aren’t you?
Me: Shut up. I’m busy finding my summer clothes.

It’s any wonder I ever get a story written! LOL