Monday, November 18, 2019


The Millionaire’s Revenge Contract is the third book in a series. The story idea for the entire series began with the seed of romance mixed with revenge. I remember thinking what if a teenager who is convicted of a crime he didn’t commit plots to exact revenge on those who wronged him? What if he’s from the wrong side of the tracks and is attracted to a girl he thinks he can never be with?
From those flickers of what if, the heroes in the series took on a life of their own. Each one having been through the same thing and all of them finding the healing power of love.
This one features hero Cole Mitchell, the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks turned millionaire. He’s devastated with guilt over not being able to prevent the death of a friend. He’s become hardened, cynical and blinded by his thirst for revenge. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.

If giving in to tears would help, Maddie Russell would cry buckets. She’d failed her younger sister, lost her job, and now her day was about to get even worse as she spotted a colleague who constantly asked her out striding toward
her, a leering grin on his face. A self-centered braggart who made fun of others, Frank was on her oh-hell-no list. She couldn’t tolerate being in the company of mean people.

He passed the elevators, getting closer to her, and Maddie whirled around in the opposite direction. She couldn’t deal with him right now. With housekeeping being understaffed today, she’d traded her pencil skirt and blazer for a maid’s uniform, and her kindness had been rewarded by being fired.

Yanking a master keycard from the pocket of her work smock, she slid it into the lock and darted into the sanctuary of the Russell hotel’s finest luxury suite. She’d played here as a child and had always loved this room, with its overstuffed furniture, cheerfully colored walls, and panoramic views.

It was hard to believe the family hotel was now lost thanks to what she was sure was a mistake on her grandfather’s part. His hunger for money and material possessions had always made Samuel Russell just as driven as it had her parents, but he’d loved her fiercely and had often been her only port in the middle of the dysfunction storm. But the recent decline in his mental function had led her grandfather to do something that in his right mind, he never would have done. He’d cleaned out the hotel’s operating accounts and taken her sister Dani’s inheritance—money Dani was counting on to live on and to make her home
wheelchair accessible.

Today, the hotel had been sold to pay off the debts against it, and that was a huge, bitter pill to swallow. Rumor had it that the hotel’s new owner, a ruthless multi-millionaire,
according to employee gossip, was making sweeping changes. Turned out that rumor was true, as evidenced by the email she’d received earlier letting her know she was fired. She’d worked here all her life, and now it was gone.

Once the panic had passed, she’d made a plan to do whatever she could to get a meeting with him to ask if there was any way she could keep her job. A good portion of her paycheck secretly went to her sister, and there was no way she could earn the amount she made in salary anywhere else. Her grandfather had paid her generously for her executive management position. He paid everyone well—he always said it was just good business to let employees know they were valued. Losing that income would be devastating.

Her cell phone vibrated, and Maddie answered in a whisper.

“Everything okay?” Dani questioned, instantly sounding worried.

Maddie did the same thing she’d been doing for the last few weeks to protect her sister. She told another lie. “Of course. I’m just busy.” Dani didn’t need to know about the
financial ass kicking that was coming if Maddie couldn’t find a solution. Her sister had enough to deal with.

“Just wanted to call to remind you not to forget to pick up Sam’s birthday cake.”

They were celebrating her six-year-old nephew’s birthday tonight with a few of the kids he’d befriended during this vacation stay with Maddie. Her heart squeezed
when she thought of how lucky she was to still have him around.

“I’ll remember. The bakery is on the way to the apartment,” she said.

The doorknob rattled behind her as someone thrust a keycard into the lock. Crap! Frank must have decided to follow her.

“Gotta go. I’ll call you later.” Maddie hung up and darted into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her before stepping into the bathtub and pulling the shower
curtain closed. If she stayed here long enough, hopefully he would go away.

Her heart racing, she listened intently, waiting for the coast to clear.

Are the footsteps coming closer? She sucked in a breath as the bathroom door opened. Omigod.

When the shower curtain was pulled back, Maddie letout a yelp of surprise at the so naked, so not her colleague guy standing in front of her looking as shocked as she felt.

From the time she was a child, Sonya knew she was destined to be a writer. If she didn’t like the ending of a book or movie, she would write her own ending. When her children were young, she often wrote stories to entertain them. At the urging of one of her daughters, she submitted a short story and to her surprise and delight, it sold.  Sonya loves writing all things romance whether it’s writing contemporary adult or teen fiction and still hasn’t lost the wonder that she gets to do what she loves.

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