THE PRICE OF SCANDAL is the first book in the Bluewater Billionaires series I'm writing with Lucy Score, Claire Kingsley and Pippa Grant. These are interconnected, standalone romantic comedies about four female billionaire besties -- and the heroes who steal their hearts. So if you like your heroines smart, talented and bad-ass (and your heroes sexy-as-hell) then this series is for you!
I crushed hard on Emily and Derek when I got early eyes on this sparkly romantic comedy. So I just looked back through my track changes and grabbed a handful of lines/snippets where I'd commented things like "#aroused" "cuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeee" and also "oh my god get at me" <----- I'm an extremely professional beta reader obviously.
So here they are! (But this is not an exhaustive list by any means)
His signature was bold, confident. Just like the man it belonged to. It irked me. Just like the man it belonged to.
“Do you still steal?”
A smile flickered across his face.
“Only when absolutely necessary,” he said, slipping a hand into his suit jacket.
Oh God. “Is that my father’s…”
“Wallet. Yes. It seems he left it behind. Pity.”
She awarded me a smile and not one of the toned-down, proper ones. This was a light-up-her-lovely-face grin. Wow. Was that an angels’ chorus I was hearing?
The limo made it to the front of the line, and we were expelled onto a rich, gold carpet lined with society photographers and gossip bloggers. Emily stunned in the sleek, black dress. I kept my hand at the small of her back longer than necessary. Long enough for a few of the more canny press to ask if we were here together professionally or personally. Emily locked eyes with me, allowing a secretive smile to light up her face. “Mr. Price and I are good friends. We enjoy spending time together,” she said, her fingers landing lightly on my lapel. The camera flashes exploded in a show of fireworks.
It wasn’t an ass grab. It was a classier kind of possession. (<---- this line killed me dead)