Tuesday, February 17, 2015

THE PENTHOUSE PRINCE

With: Virginia Nelson

THE PENTHOUSE PRINCE

Pretending to be in love with the perfect man should be easy.

Single mom Jeanie Long was trying to save her butt at work by reporting her manager to the company owner. Instead, she finds herself greeted warmly by gorgeous company CEO Camden James...and introduced to his father as his fiancée. Now she's been hired—complete with a hefty pay raise—to be the fake fiancée of the infamous “Penthouse Prince.”

Camden doesn't believe in love. He believes in mutually beneficial business arrangements. With his real fiancée off cheating on him, Camden needs someone to help him prove to his father that he's definitely ready to marry. Yet Jeanie's combination of beauty and bluntness act like an aphrodisiac, and their “for the press” kisses look incredibly real. So real that Jeanie and Camden are either really convincing actors...or they've fallen for their own charade.


Excerpt:
Chapter One

There were seven tan tiles and twelve white ones between the stalls and the door of the ladies’ restroom. Jeanie Long counted them as she paced—stomped—back and forth and tried to calm her racing pulse.

She couldn’t afford to be fired. In the time it would likely take to find a new position, she could lose the apartment. And her little girl Kaycee? She didn’t want to think what would happen to her. Everything depended on Jeanie continuing to tread the fine line she’d so carefully managed to create over the years. To lose the job because of—

The facts of the matter steamed her temper to boiling. Her boss was a jerk, and someone should stop him. She’d known it for a long time, yet she hadn’t taken action. If he managed to get her fired because he worried she’d tell someone she’d caught him having sex in the copy room, she’d risk losing everything. Normally, she could follow the chain of command and talk to his direct supervisor. But since the person she’d caught him screwing was his supervisor, she doubted the other woman would be receptive to her complaint.

Which left Jeanie little choice but to jump a few rungs.

Straight to the top.

She just had to hope that bypassing protocol in itself wouldn’t get her fired.

She braced her hand on the cold tile wall of the bathroom. The motion set off the dispenser hanging there and washed her already sweaty palms in hot air, but she didn’t care.

Camden James.

The press had dubbed him the Penthouse Prince, a playboy better suited to jetting around the globe and posing for pictures on sunny beaches than any actual work, but according to the rumors in her department, he was in house that week. She glanced at her cell phone and verified the time—noon. Lunch hour. Chances were good that he was sitting up there in some leather chair, and she’d be able to corner him—tell him what had happened and hope he’d listen.

Nothing left but to do it.

Author Bio
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, "Write what you know." Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she's not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can't remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

She lives in Northeast Ohio where she is usually buried in quite a large quantity of snow.  She keeps from freezing by drinking large doses of coffee occasionally spiked with Bailey's (depending on the scene she is writing or how many calls have come in from the principal of her kids school that week.)

Hobbies Virginia enjoys other than travel and writing are bowling (at which she is terrible), golfing (at which she is terrible), camping (during which she whines) and hiking (the one time she may shut up if you give her a camera.)

No comments:

Post a Comment

Sign up for the JCR newsletter!