by Megan Fields
For all my other beta readers who have helped me at various stages, this is for you - THANK YOU
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Thank you to Carrie at Cheeky Covers for my lush book cover and the time and dedication you gave it.
Thank you to Jennifer Winderman for editing for me. It was much appreciated.
Thank you to Emma Mack for proof reading for me and being incredibly supportive and thorough.
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What’s next?
At the moment I am working on book 2 in the Discovery Series, which is based upon Alex and Lottie. Just thinking about it gets me all hot and bothered, as I do love a good Alpha male. Plus my beta readers love him and they are starting to get to kick my ass to get it finished.
After that I plan to book on Izzy’s story. She is a lot feistier than Ella and I’m thinking her book is going to be incredibly sexy and wanton.
If I stop there, then I have a few more ideas up my sleeve. I will be sticking to the erotica genre though, as that’s my favourite and I hope you join me for the ride.
Sneak peak from Unexpected Chances by A.M. Willard
Chapter One:
Tabitha
This morning’s been crap ever since I rolled out of bed. With less than 45 minutes to dress and arrive at office, boot up the laptop, and make myself presentable. The teleconference with Georgia’s Incorporated is scheduled at 8:30 a.m. I pull on a pair of jeans; locate my blue and black silk sleeveless top and slide on my black heels. My red hair is in every direction that you could imagine, doing my best to tame it as I pull it up into a French twist. With a snatch of my jewellery up from the top of my dresser, I head out and shove it into my purse. I’ll just put everything on as I make my way to the office.
Arriving with ten minutes to spare, just enough time for me to plop into my chair and plaster a huge smile across my face. I’m in desperate need of a huge cup of coffee to fake this smile.
I decided to stay out late last night with my older brother Seth and forgot to set my alarm. I’ll have to wait until after the conference for my caffeine drip.
Normally I’m an upbeat sassy kind a gal, but lately I’m depressed and stuck in a rut. I just turned 33, I’m single and my best friend is always gone these days. To entertain myself and try to stay out of trouble;
I date.
I party.
I work hard.
I shop.
That’s how my life goes. I’m the executive assistant for my best gal friend, Angela Stephens and I adore her. Her husband on the other hand is a serious douche. I can’t stand him, never have and never will.
I’ve watched her marriage over the years and this has caused me to swear off love. Not to mention the douche I was in love with in college that shattered my heart. Pretty sure that God hasn’t made a man that can handle me. Family and friends say that I’m a one of a kind lady; I’d have to second that one.
The last few months have been a world wind here at work; we’ve gained five top scale clients within the hotel industry. Most days I sit behind this computer, smiling, taking notes as I try to figure out what services they are looking for. After each meeting I write up a semi proposal for, Angela and email it. She reviews the documents and decides if we want to pursue the company. If she decides to move forward, I set up a final meeting via teleconference, and fly her out to research and close the contracts.
Today’s meeting is with Carter Northwood, CEO of Georgia’s Incorporated. From what I’ve researched he owns a few hotels and condos in the Seattle, Washington vicinity.
The email Angela sent stated that they’re curious about other ways to expand to a more family orientated environment. Something was said that his condos resembled a senior citizens home, oh wait that was me. That was how I described them to Angela yesterday on the phone.
In dire need for a coffee the size of Texas, I’m not looking forward to this teleconference. Most of the owners are old and drive me nuts while they explain every single last detail of the project. What I need from them is; ‘hey look we want to broaden our horizons, we need to be seen as hip’. That I can handle. I don’t need to know how the carpet is old or the fact that the crowds you attract aren’t paying the bills any longer.
This is the reason that I have empty cups on my desk, a few energy drinks, and every last piece of paper I’ve scribbled on. Just one of my nervous traits, it drives the boss nuts. If it’s an important document, Angela slips it into a folder. Folders mean they are off limits for scribbles.
Angela once bought me this cute Hello Kitty notebook back with her from somewhere, “Here, this is for you. Only draw on it or in it.” Yeah, that didn’t work. I ran out of pages after a week. I might have a touch of ADHD and OCD, even though my mad mess is nuts; I know where everything is.
Laptop is up, and I gather the files for today’s meeting. Then search to find my pink pen with feathers sticking out of the tip. Once I have everything lined up in front of me I check to see that I have a few minutes before I need to act bubbly. I lean back into my super soft purple leather chair in order to find my Zen.
The black screen is up and it’ll ding when another party joins in. No reason to smile until it signals me.
I close my eyes for a moment, and take a few breaths; searching for that inner peace. Yes, I’ve been on a hunt now for a year with a few Yoga, Tai-Chi and meditation classes. Don’t judge, some hot guys attend right along with me.
Angela says that’s the only reason I attend; I disagree with her since I’ve not had road rage in over three weeks.
It feels like only a moment when something startles me out of my meditation. I fling my eyes open; “Shit!” I scream out as I jump in my seat, and my hand flies up to my chest as if my heart might jump out.
I take another glance at the screen, thinking someone has hacked into my computer and is watching me. He’s laughing, but I don’t hear him through the speakers.
As I look at the icon, I notice it’s on mute. A quick glance at the time, it’s been 15 minutes since the meeting was scheduled to begin.
Shit, how long was I out? Who is this creeper? Was he stalking me the whole time, lord that’s nuts. I think to myself as I try to pull it together real quick.
“Hello.”
“You must be, Tabitha
Michaelson.” He states and the inside of my thighs squeeze together. I’m taken back with his voice, it’s pure man; deep, raspy and sexy. I tilt my head at him. He’s as beautiful as his voice sounds. Blonde shaggy curls with short sides. Scruff; oh dear leprechaun I’m a sucker for scruff on a man. It’s when our eyes meet, that I feel as if I’m looking into the ocean. The bluest of blues are staring back at me.
“Oh… Yes that’s me.” I stutter out sounding like a stupid bimbo.
“Well, Ms. Michaelson, I hope you’re ready for the meeting now, after that nap of yours.”
“Yes, I’m ready and you are?” I ask with confusion, thinking they sent in someone else to do the grunt work for, Mr. Northwood.
“Carter Northwood, you set this meeting up, but, appear to not be ready. Do we need to reschedule?”
“No I’m so sorry, Mr. Northwood, I was meditating. I didn’t hear the chime on my computer. My sincere apologies.” I whip out, thinking to myself that Angela is going to kill me if I screw this up.
****
Carter
The board of directors has brought it to my attention that we’re not growing as projected. A friend of a friend heard of this company that does an overhaul on your business. They come in undercover; “somewhat undercover” take notes and then suggest where you need to revamp.
The board feels as if we’ve changed our direction. No longer attracting the younger, hip crowd in which we house in Seattle?
I’ve agreed to have a teleconference with Mrs. Stephens’s assistant Tabitha Michaelson, since she’s unavailable.
Running late due to the traffic and drizzling rain, I’d like nothing else than to push this meeting out. I’m not convinced my company needs to go this route. The board has complied that if I go into this with an open mind, I’ll not be disappointed. If by a chance I am, I have the right to overrule the members.
My assistant, Kelly hands me my black coffee as I pass her desk. Entering my office, I glance to the clock and take note on the time.
The day’s packed with back to back meetings. After this I have to meet with the new developer on some condo’s we’re building.
I boot up, and set out the questions that I wrote down last night. Making sure I have my calendar open.
I’ve been informed that this is the first step of the process. Next; you meet with the owner. After she arrives, you’ll get a full report within a week. They will make several passes through as you’re contracted for at least a year with them.
I’ve got at least another five minutes before I need to be online, but choose to log in ahead of time. I can move about with emails and such as I wait for the beep.
Who ever invented these programs for teleconferences were brilliant, they save companies’ time and money. I can meet with the board and other partners from anywhere. That comes in handy, for when I’m beckoned to my wife’s side.
I lean over in search of a folder from my briefcase. As I come back up I notice the screen’s no longer black. Shocked at what I’m seeing. I double check the login and password, as I’m sure it’s a mistake.
Nope not a mistake, I’m on the correct server.
Blinking a few times to adjust my eyes.
This beautiful creature is leaned back into a purple chair asleep.
What professional has a purple chair and sleeps before a conference, I think to myself. It’s not the chair that’s throwing me off or the fact that she’s sleeping, it’s her face.
A face of a porcelain doll with red hair.
Her hairs pulled up, showcasing her cheek bones and neck. Her neck is long, but not too long; just right. It makes me want to lick every inch of it; this thought has me readjusting my slacks. Her lips are coated with what looks to be a pale pink gloss; full; and kissable.
I lean back and watch as her lips move from side to side, as if she’s tasting them. Her head bobbles while she shifts in her seat. She’s caused me to laugh, Lord it’s been forever since a woman has made me laugh. My chest is moving up and down from the laughter.
I know once she wakes, she’ll be embarrassed by her actions. Just as I think this, her eyes pop open.
When her eyes pop open, I cock my head to the side. They’re as green as an emerald. That’s what I see on this side of the computer screen. I can only imagine how mesmerizing they are in person. She’s startled, off her game now as she realizes I’ve been watching.
You can see the fire in her eyes as she stumbles around for an explanation. It’s time to up the game and play with this Tabby cat.