Friday, April 12, 2019

An Accidental Date With a Billionaire

Hello, I’m Diane Alberts (though I also write under the name Jen McLaughlin), and I’m very excited to be here at Just Contemporary Romance today! I’m here because I have a new release coming out, and I wanted to talk a little bit about it. In An Accidental Date with a Billionaire, the hero (Taylor) and heroine (Sam) don’t exactly like one another when they first meet.

Okay, more specifically, the heroine really doesn’t like the hero, and the hero isn’t sure why. It’s dislike at first sight for her, though.

I think we’ve all been there before, when you meet someone and just don’t like them. Maybe that changes as you get to know them—maybe it doesn’t. In this case, it changes, and in the best way. In this excerpt, she’s very much still in dislike of our hero, and here’s their first encounter.

Of course, even with her adverse reaction to our hero Taylor, she still feels a certain something toward him…

Because it wouldn’t be a romance book without that, now would it? ;)


Somewhere between candy explosions, two more men, and a finished glass of champagne, Sam lifted her head, and her heart stopped beating for a second. The last man strode out, and he walked onto the stage like he owned the place—which, if she didn’t know any better, she just might believe. He was incredibly handsome, in that he-must-be-an-actor-because-he’s-too-pretty-to-be-normal kind of way.

His muscles were huge and hard. His brown hair was slicked to the side with a hard part, and his square jaw spoke of a stubbornness only someone with equal stubbornness such as herself would recognize.

He wore a black tuxedo with a deep blue bow tie, a cocky expression, and walked onstage with his phone in his hand, typing furiously and ignoring the crowd of ladies who watched him with bated breath.

Hello, Izzy’s brother.

Even she had to admit that, despite being totally not her type and way too sure of himself, he was hot with a capital H. Of course, he probably used those looks and his money to get pretty much anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it. It was what men like him did.

That was why she avoided them.

But those arms…

Forcing herself to stop admiring the way his jacket hugged his broad shoulders, she grabbed her orange flag off the table and waved it enthusiastically, happy to finally be at the part where she could bid and leave. Two hours was more than enough, thank you very much.

“One thousand, to the lady in red.”

Izzy’s brother lifted his head, checked out Sam, and returned his attention to his phone, typing even more furiously now.

A blonde lifted her flag, smiling at the guy on the stage.

He didn’t seem to notice.

“Fifteen hundred to the woman in gold.”

He didn’t even lift his head this time.

Just kept typing.

She was this close to not saving him and letting him suffer through a date he clearly didn’t want to go on, but she’d promised Izzy she would buy her brother, and she didn’t break promises.

Not even ones she really wanted to.

She lifted her flag again.

“Two thousand to the lady in red.”

Slowly, the man lifted his head again, locking eyes with her. For that brief second of eye contact, goosebumps rose on her flesh, and a surge of electricity tickled the nape of her neck.

What the heck?

The other woman raised her flag.

Sam stood, completely done with all this crap. She just wanted to finish bidding and get far away from Andrew and the weird way he made her feel. “I bid three thousand dollars,” she interrupted.

“Three thousand dollars to the lady in red!” the announcer called out, smiling at Sam gratefully. She was the hostess, and she clearly appreciated the high bid.

Andrew’s gaze turned intense.

She inhaled, her stomach tightening into a fist.

The other lady frowned and put her flag down, shooting Sam a dirty look.

“Going once, going twice. Sold, to the lady in red!”

Sam downed the rest of her champagne, ignoring the trembling in her thighs at the idea of approaching this godlike man, and gathered her purse. After she let him know he owed these fine people a bunch of money for the pleasure of spending an evening alone with himself—Izzy said she’d already arranged for her brother to cover the bid—she’d hit the road.


Samantha Matthews turned her back on her wealthy family to focus on social work. Those who know her think she’s the heart of kindness. Those who know her really well know she’s in a never-ending battle to make up for the harm her family’s companies inflict on the world. Which is how she finds herself at a charity bachelor auction of all places.

But oops, she was supposed to bid on her bff’s brother as a favor and accidentally bid on the wrong guy. Sue her for not being able to tell one stick-in-the-mud CEO from another.

Backstage, she goes to tell him not to worry about having to go through with a date or anything, but the oafish billionaire cuts her off dismissively. Looks her up and down, hands her a card with his assistant’s contact details, and reminds her that sex is definitely off the table. 

Oh, she’ll call the assistant all right and have her make sure he wears jeans and comfortable shoes and to pick her up at seven a.m. The only “hammering” this guy is going to be doing is at Habitat for Humanity.

Too bad he turns out to be nothing like she expected.

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