100 Days: A Billionaire Romance
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It took one of my role models in this business who I look up to having to point out something I feel I should have noticed.
I’ve gone through prior correspondence and while I am always about the empowerment of women, I now realize there is a very fine line between being in your face about being empowered and being offensive. I’m not looking to be offensive.
Going forward, I promise to do better. My goal is as always to create engaging stories that make you laugh and get you hot. It is the most rewarding job I have ever had. But like everyone, I am still learning and today I made a mistake.
I hope that you can accept my apologies and forgive me, and know that I will learn from this mistake and never make it again.
With Regrets,
Alexis Angel
New York City 3/25/2017
But, fear not. Even on vacation, you can’t get rid of me.
I mean, I guess you can try to unsubscribe, but why would you do that? Don’t you love me?
If you’re shaking your head right now because you don’t love me because I haven’t answered your email, lemme just say that I am sooooo behind.
In the last like three days I’ve gotten so much love from you guys! Like there are thousands of people on this NL, and I think over 2,000 emails have poured through. I’ve read them all, and they all made me smile - but I had to read them quickly and start responding one by one.
And, I’m going to New York City for the weekend. I’m actually just arrived at the lounge in the airport right now and I was like hmmm, something is missing. Right, I haven’t talked to my Naughty Angels yet today lol!
And yes, the whole thing about 4 suitcases is absolutely true. Although to be honest, one suitcase is still a carry-on and the other three aren’t like super huge - just like 40 pounds each.
Suitcase #1: Lingerie, sex toys (only 2!), shoes (ballet flats, sneakers, several pairs of heels, gym shoes, flip flops, Uggs, boots (regular and fuck me)), makeup kit, hair dryer, more lingerie.
Suitcase #2: Winter clothes and 4 tablets and a kindle
Suitcase #3: Summer clothes in case it gets warm and shorts and sundresses and t shirts and some formal clothes in case I wanna role play with the Mr. NYC.
Oh ya, there is a guy involved. We dated for some time in the past but then had a 3 some and he realized he was happier with men and thus ended our relationship. But we are still friends that uhmm…hang out. At the time Mr. NYC and I broke up I lived in NYC and worked on Wall Street and never thought that one day I’d write romance otherwise I’d totally take notes.
City Girl 3/26/2017
Let’s talk for a moment how I’m just a city girl…
That’s right. I got here with my 3 giant suitcases and one carry on and I realized that you can take me outta the big city but you can’t take the city out of me.
From the rooftop bars of 230 Fifth to the tennis courts of Central Park, I think I was made to enjoy this city omg.
I’m staying at the W in midtown right now, and like yesterday I got in towards like the evening and had a late dinner at Criff Dogs (lol) and then met a girlfriend for a drink at Bemelman’s. Of course, there’s ice cream at Serendipity in the cards and frozen yogurt at 40 Carrot. Shopping at Bloomies and Saks and buying lingerie (more) at La Perla. I gotta do a sesh at Sephora just because and today I went to the Whole Foods at the Time Warner Center hoping to run into hot guys at the hot food deli lol.
O ya, I talked to the doorman at One57 since you know, its always featured in my book. Had a hot dog outside Trump International at Columbus Circle. I’m doing my NL right now and then I think we’re gonna get a drink at Stone Rose back at Time Warner and then Meatball Shoppe down in LES.
Tomorrow, it’s tennis in the park if the weather is okay and then brunch at Balthazar. Then a long day of day drinking on the Upper West Side, starting with Brother Jimmy’s and then I think dinner at Spotted Pig and maybe drinks at Agave. Oh I so wanna go clubbing tonight but I dunno what clubs are hot anymore. Back in the day Bungalow 8 was cool, but I was more of a Pink Elephant girl.
Ya, New York City values lol. I hope maybe get some loving tonight too - one can always hope right?
But you know what’s better than just sex? Like dirty filthy sex is great, but you know what’s better?
Love.
I’m becoming a sucker for love again, I can tell. It took me a while, but I’m getting ready to look for love all over again. My heart is healed and my eyes are looking. And I’ve been casting about today. I figure I’ll start at PJ Clarkes on Monday, after the I-bankers from Citi, Goldman, and BlackRock get off work and start to congregate. Maybe move down to Papillon to see about the Sherman & Stearling lawyers and then go down to Stone Street and Delmonico’s for the Sullivan & Cromwell associates.
You don’t have to work on Wall Street to woo me. But you do have to be strong and confident. Hot is a plus. We all know about the 12 inches thing. I don’t need a cowboy, but I do need someone I can ride. Kind. Faithful. Honest. Caring. Must love dogs.
Any other qualities I’m missing?
Thank You 3/28/2017
Oh my God! Men of the House is #81!! In the entire Amazon store!!
I literally cannot believe it! I mean yes, I've been here before but I'm just always so humbled that people are reading. The amount of love that you guys show me is just sometimes so much I just wanna cry. But like a good cry, you know? Because it just feels so powerful. I dunno, I don't know if it makes any sense. Like you feel all happy and wanna hug a pillow because you can't believe like people all around the world are reading it. I know, I'm sounding crazy...sooooo lemme stop.
But I wanna make sure that you know that I appreciate it. I love all my readers, or even people who know who I am lol. I know sometimes I sound angry or like total bitch, but I'm really just a sweet girl looking for love. I like pink and I like sexy and I like being cute and making people laugh.
But I also like doing things that are nice for people and making them squeal (yes, both types of squeal, LOL).
So to say thank you, I'm gonna do this.
I don't usually give my books away for free, but I'm gonna do a freebie. I just don't know which one.
So for the next few days, I'm gonna ask my readers. Respond back to me, and tell me what book from either my catalog, the Mona catalog, or the Abby Angel catalog you want to see free. I'll choose one based on your comments and push it out free for 2 days. And you can download and carry a lil piece of me wherever you go.
Just so when you look at your library, you'll see the cover. And know that I love you so much.
Really? 3/29/2017
For the city that never sleeps, I seem to be doing a lot of sleeping...
Just saying. I mean, yeah its been a great weekend and I got lots of good love, but last night, I mean wow. Maybe it was Sunday. Maybe it was a full moon. But I was at the hotel bar, having a cosmo, fuck me boots, black skirt, low top, and boy did I enjoy that cosmo.
Then I had another! Sure I handled some nuts. They were the bartenders and he poured them into a little dish because they were bar nuts!
It's not like there weren't any guys around. There were plenty. And I noticed quite a few ringless fingers. But they were like busy. Going somewhere. Talking to someone.
I swear, I felt like the only romance writer in the world who wasn't getting laid.
Anyways, I've decided to stay an extra day in New York City. I'm heading back hopefully tomorrow. But today is going to be a "me" day. I'm heading to a spa on Park Avenue South and then doing a yoga class at Equinox and then having some drinks at the Central Park Boathouse in the afternoon where I'm hoping to get in a few more chapters of 12 Inches.
Oh, that's right! I have a new book coming out soon under Alexis Angel! 12 Inches! But I can't show you the cover yet because its sooooooper secret. So like maybe in a few days okay.
And wow. So many requests for which book you wanna see free. If I thought my mailbox was overloaded before now it's just broken lol. I
'll tally it all up and we'll have one winner in the next few days so stay tuned!
Finally 3/30/2017
I’m going to California with a banjo on my knee...
I honestly don't know why I wrote that ^.
I think sometime back in elementary school I read a poem or heard a song about someone singing to Susanna about how they were going to California with banjoes on their knee??
Whatever, I think I'm just being weird.
It may totally have to do with the fact that I refused to be defeated last night and went back out to the hotel bar that had treated me so cruelly the day before.
How was I treated cruelly? By sitting at the bar and doing nothing but...drinking. No guy came and picked me up. This was on Sunday. So with my extra night in New York City, this time I showered, spent more time than usual on my hair, made sure to find the pushiest of the push-up bras, got the slinky lil black dress with the black fuck me boots and marched myself back to the bar and sat down and instead of a lil girl drink like a Cosmo this time I ordered a dirty martini.
Boom.
Voila.
This time it worked.
I mean, it wasn't even about sex. This was about getting guys to stop and try and pick me up. And boy did they try and pick me up this night. Maybe it was a weeknight as opposed to a Sunday?
But I mean, guys approached and I wasn't gonna sleep with anyone at like 8 pm, and I was leaving today, so I decided that I had to give fake numbers. But I didn't know any.
So (I think two dirty martini's later) I started telling people who asked for my number that it was 867-5309.
Think closely to that number. Does it sound familiar? I was drinking and thought I was being clever. Thought no one would get it.
Well, for the most part guys just put it in their phone and said cool and went on their way.
But this one guy did not.
He called me out on it. Told me he hadn't heard that in forever and could I sing out my number. I smiled because he was paying attention to my words and not just my tits. I think I said something like I could sing, but not in public. Only in his room or something.
You can guess the rest. Just recounting this brings a smile to my face for a wonderful night. Memories to one day share with the grandkids. Memories that we can look back on.
And smile, knowing that we had fun in our lives.
Awwww 4/4/2017
Seriously like this book is taking forever to publish...
I was able to read Amy's book, Outlaw's Baby, in like the 12 hours since I hit publish on this 12 inch lust vessel that will take you to paradise when you read it (LMAO)!
So I got a really sweet email today.
Hi! I'm a new reader, your book Python was on my recommended list, opened it up tonight, read the first chapter and had to put it down and email you.
I love romance, traditional romance, true love, happy endings, and all that jazz, but oh my God it can get repetitively boring.
I took a chance on your book, being the last book on my list, And one chapter in I'm so glad i did.
I love the fact that reality is bent for your stories. And i look forward to finishing your book when the house is quiet and I have a few minutes to myself.
Do you have any other social media platforms I can like/share your content? Would love to read more after this and follow you online?
Thanks for even reading this.
I gotta tell you, it just made my morning. That and I'm feeling better so watch out world. LOL.
Dates 4/5/2017
This is like the looooongest wait ever....
It's bad luck to start on a book until the first one is out. But I mean, we have Mona coming up this Monday. This is starting to get weird!
Sooooo.....I have an OkCupid date today. Ya, I'm excited. I showered and everything, even though the date isn't for another 8 hours. I'm gonna get my hair done. And buy some new shoes! And maybe some lingerie. Although I don't expect he's gonna see it, I've like literally never met him in person so I don't think I wanna show him my thong on the first date.
We're gonna grab a drink at a close bar in my neighborhood. They say that women can figure out in the first 3 seconds whether they're gonna sleep with a guy. They (the people who say this) are probably all guys who were decided on in the first 3 seconds by women on dates that they weren't gonna be slept with.
Seriously, does it sometimes seem like the men that no girl wants to sleep with are the ones making all the sex rules?
Like wait 3 dates till you have sex. Uhm....if your gross, we can be on date #56 and I'm still not gonna be even going down on you.
And yes! We will definitely be on date #56 - I will still say yes if you ask me out because a girl has to eat. Okay, maybe not like that but I loooove going out on dates. Even if the company is boring, there is something that usually entertains me. Like breadsticks! Or martinis! Or endless shrimp! Or dressing up! Or telling bad date stories! I never say no!
Oh, time for hair appointment but tomorrow I'll tell you how it all went down!
zzZZZzzz 4/6/2017
The most boring date ever had in the history of dating...
I mean I'm glad I went on it, just so I have stories and because it's good to start getting out there and playing the field.
Lemme tell you one thing. Because this week had been a busy week for me, I didn't really have time to myself. The end result was that I was really kinda horny last night.
It was a great thing that I took care of this little problem before I went out on my snoozefest of a date. Otherwise I would have probably been humping Mr. Boring Private Equity Banker's thigh not even realizing. So cheers, to all the angels in DLA who were like nope, you gotta pregame and take care of this stuff just the same as you would be doing your hair.
So, I think the whole thing lasted maybe an hour and half. We had a drink at Bourbon at the Westin St. Francis and I sat there listening to the exciting world of Microsoft Excel and spreadsheets and the back of my head was like oh my god, a book boyfriend would completely destroy this guy right now. Like he wouldn't even date me - he'd just pick me up and throw me over his shoulder and take me to his room upstairs where he would just do me. And afterwards we'd be in insta-love and I'd have like a million of his babies and we'd live happily ever after in New York City.
Sadly, the only HEA last night was Chocoloate Chip Cookie Dough from Haagen Dasz and going on OkCupid one more time and figuring out who I'm going to go out on my date with next Sunday.
Tagline 44/7/2017
That's right. 12 Inches went in and out...of review...lol
So, the flagship Alexis Angel book is out and I realized that it’s already the 4th of April. Time seriously flies when you have fun, you know? And, I am having so much fun doing this job. I love writing and I love making readers happy. And I love the collaborations I’m doing with Lana Hartley. I wake up and I keep thinking how amazing that I can do this for work, KWIM?
So, one of the things I have to do is sit and figure out taglines for the books. So for 12 Inches, I got, “I got a footlong. And it tastes so good.”
But I was also thinking “I got 12 inches for you to put in your mouth.” OR…”My 12 inches is free”.
Or even, “The first inch is free. The other 11, that’s gonna cost you.”
I use these on teasers, on a variety of Facebook posts, or even ads. If you think of any good ones, lemme know – because I suck at taglines.
Oh! Stay tuned later on tomorrow for a special 12 inches giveaway! For $100!
I’m packing again too. Gonna head either to Canada (like British Columbia) or to Yosemite sometime end of April. Not sure and can’t decide? Where do you think I should go? In March I did the Hawaii, and that was amazing. But this is gonna be some writing too, and some getting out of the writing cave and stretching my legs. I’m bikini ready, so if there’s a beach or water nearby, I’ll be able to enjoy it.
We got a lot of releases coming up in April. Bad Brat, DILF, Woman of the House, H
onor’s Outlaws, Virgin Market, and a bunch of Mona Cox books too!
Hold onto your panties! I’m about to take you for a ride ;)
Drunko 4/8/2017
One and a half bottles of wine...and an ebook later, I'm drunk, and in love with a book boyfriend lol
I'm never gonna find anyone in the dating game if I keep falling in love with book boyfriends.
But then again, when someone puts a tagline that says I go long, I go deep and I never go soft, how the hell can I refuse?