I'm so proud to announce that my novella, HIS ONE WISH, is now live on Amazon only. This is my first release for 2019. If all works well, I will go through this crazy excitement three more times this year.
I know my new cover is all over my blog, but here it is again. One more time....because it's RELEASE DAY!!!
AMAZON
HIS ONE WISH is exclusively on Amazon. I did that for a reason. I wanted all my readers who are part of Kindle Unlimited to have a chance to get this book for free. If you are not a KU subscriber, it's only $2.99.
HIS ONE WISH Blurb:
True worth comes from within…
Aiden Cooper loved being a Marine, but an explosion ripped that world to shreds, leaving him adrift without purpose. When a contract to locate a missing high tech prototype appears out of thin air, he decides to take it despite the shady details. How much trouble could a palm size codebreaker cause?
Jazlin Morgan has been groomed from childhood to run Turhan Technologies, but she has another dream. However, when her father collapses into a coma from a poison with no known antidote, Jazlin steps into the CEO role with a vengeance. As she struggles to save her father’s company, she must confront whether she is the root of the chaos that has befallen it.
For Aiden, locating the “Genie” is easy. Separating the job from the enigma that is Jazlin Morgan could destroy him.
Jazlin can’t protect Turhan and her father by herself. Can she trust a stranger who is hiding his identity, but can’t seem to veil his heart? Or is he the real threat?
As competing desires tear their worlds apart, whose wishes will come true?
And once revealed, it will set the heart free.
A modern day fairytale retelling.
Heat level: Sensual
*** This is the re-release of HIS ONE WISH. It was previously published in anthology, Modern Magic by Crimson Romance.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
No matter how hard he planned and sacrificed, life still came
from behind and kicked him in the ass. Aiden Cooper leaned his back against the
wet brick and used the greasy dumpster as cover. “No job is worth this shit.”
Damn it to hell, he deserved a good ass-kicking. He
could’ve been sitting, warm and clean, with his feet resting on a desk and a
damn good annual salary resting in his bank account. Instead, he was wet to the
bone and miserable, because he had too much pride to accept what he considered
a pity offer.
It was
honest work, moron, unlike whatever the hell this is.
The pungent stench of rotting vegetables made him gag
as every instinct his training had drilled into him shot to the surface,
awakening his senses for the first time in several months. The musky hint of
wet dog hit him seconds before the black Labrador squeezed between his legs and
the wall.
“You really don’t understand the word ‘stay,’ do you,
Karo?” he whispered as his fingers gently scratched behind the dog’s drenched
ear. “Just how did you manage to get out this time?”
He had secured his apartment door, but Karo somehow
found a way to follow him. Then again, Aiden never stayed put, either. He had
run free like a street rat for the first seventeen years of his life in one of
the poorest neighborhoods in Baltimore. The military had given him a
much-needed ten-year lesson in order and discipline after his unruly beginnings—that
is, until fate decided to blow his left hand and forearm to pieces. The Marines
had no use for a one-handed soldier and tossed him right back to the one place
he never wished to return.
A dark limo pulled onto the side street and
double-parked in front of the alley. The pretentious vehicle didn’t belong in
the low-class Baltimore neighborhood. But what waited patiently behind the
tinted glass of the limo was Aiden’s chance at a new beginning.
The deep, throaty growl from his only true friend bounced
against the walls of the tight space. Without giving away his position, he
rested his hands on Karo’s head.
“I know. This is a new low, even for me.”
The plan was simple. One job, one payoff, and he and
Karo could get the hell out of this stinking city. Some big shot from Turhan
Technologies needed the best in the recon business. When Aiden completed the
assignment, he would have earned more money in one night than he did standing
behind a mall security desk in a year.
His army buddy had promised him the assignment was on
the up and up, nothing illegal. It wasn’t stealing, not really. Turhan
Technologies had funded this project, paid the quantum physicist good money to
design some special prototype. And the nitwit kid had walked off with it. Aiden
didn’t have a clue what the stolen device did. His job was to collect it and
return it to Turhan’s vice president.
Squaring his shoulders, he stepped out of the shadows.
A sense of unease slithered down his spine, and the feeling had nothing to do
with the dampness in the air. He was being watched, but he couldn’t detect from
where.
Aiden approached the vehicle and gripped the
passenger-side door handle, but it was locked. The tinted window rolled halfway
down and came to a stop.
“Are you Cooper?” A deep voice resonated from the
darkened interior of the limo.
“Yeah.”
The man’s features were partially hidden, but Aiden
recognized the deep slant in his thick eyebrows, his chiseled cheekbones,
square jaw, and dark, thick head of hair. Malcolm Morgan, Turhan’s vice president
and chief technology officer, was everything Aiden wasn’t. Rich. Powerful.
Ruthless. The Baltimore Sun painted him as a gifted
philanthropist, a man willing to put his expertise behind any project that
would keep Baltimore booming. His latest project was reconstructing his
brother’s company so it could once again compete in the global market. Aiden
had just read about it in the paper that morning.
Morgan stuck his hand out the window and handed Aiden
a folded sheet of paper with a key taped on the outside. “Everything you need
is here. Call the cell phone number when you have my merchandise.”
The window slowly rose. Aiden slammed the paper
against the glass. “And my payment?”
