Author: Sun Chara
Book Title: Manhattan Millionaire’s Cinderella – sexy, hip ’n
fun contemporary romance
Publisher: HarperImpulse http://www.harperimpulseromance.com
Book Trailer http://youtu.be/A0OmfoWNCdo
Purchase: Amazon US http://amzn.to/1ud1LL5
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/1sUGsZd
Amazon worldwide & all other
e-retailers
*Now available in paperback http://amzn.to/XLsjoy
*Buy direct
from publisher harpercollins.co.uk http://bit.ly/Z8QJK6
Book Blurb:
Will their wedding
night be a one-night stand or a merger for keeps?
Global real estate mogul, Cade Sloan should've listened to his own
advice: trust no one, and never a woman…especially not his 24 hour bride gone
AWOL with his millions. Nina, mousy secretary turned sexy vixen, will repay
every penny with interest…
When Cade gears up for a takeover, there's sweet hell to pay. Nina
owes him a wedding night and he’s hell bent on collecting… his way, his time,
his pleasure.
Author Bio:
Sun Chara, a multi-published, JABBIC winner Manhattan Millionaire's Cinderella,
keys sexy, hip 'n fun contemporary romance, high adventure historical romance,
and any genre that knocks at her imagination. Globetrotting for lore while
keeping tabs on Hollywood leads...she loves the challenge of creating stories
for book and screen. Designer frappuccinos with whipping cream and sprinkles on
top make everyday a celebration!
- See more at:
Twitter: @sunchara3
EXCERPT: Manhattan
Millionaire’s Cinderella
CHAPTER
ONE
Cade
Sloan—Manhattan’s hotshot bachelor on the brink of bankruptcy.
Cade
read the headline and hurled the newspaper into the trashcan, the
taunting words searing his
brain. Prowling to and fro his high-rise
office, he paused in stride and zoned in on his secretary, sitting ramrod
straight, her fingers flying across the computer keyboard.
“Ms. McLow—”
The words dissolved on his tongue, and he
scratched his head. What was her name anyway?
“Ms.
McLow—” He cleared his throat and tried
again. “Ms.—”
“McLowsky.” She lifted a shapely brow and tossed him a
glance
through her coke-bottle
thick lenses, a blush on her cheeks.
“Nina
McLowsky.”
Did
she just click her tongue in disapproval?
Just
his luck. She came with attitude.
“Of course.” He swiped a finger around his shirt collar,
and his chest tightened. “Nina
McLowsky.” Scrambling to regroup, he seized the
Coffee-mate from the counter and filled a cup with
coffee.
She looked like she had walked out of a
1950’s Norman Rockwell painting, an epitome of diplomacy and efficiency. He stroked his throat, and then shook his
head, amazed. He was actually flirting
with the idea of a merger …with her.
At least with her, there’d be no
emotional tantrums. The thought had him breaking out in a sweat. He never let any woman get close enough to
get
a glimpse beneath the surface, to know what made him tick. ‘Never trust
a
woman’ was his motto.
A cab horn blared amidst the congested
traffic on Madison Avenue and ripped through his thoughts. He flinched in annoyance.
He hadn’t felt this bridled since he
was a boy, and, he had vowed
never
to feel like this again. But he was
running out of options. He had to score
a mega hit or he was going to cave.
Fast.
And that rankled his pride.
“Here
you go.” He plopped the coffee cup on
her desk, and a huff of air burst from his mouth, ruffling a wisp at her
temple.
She
squinted at the steaming brew, then up at him, her baby blues all innocence and
perplexity. “Thank you.”
His
gut flexed. He frowned and dismissed the unsettling
feeling.
“Careful,
it’s hot.”
She
peered at him above her thick lenses, a hint of a smile on her mouth, her
fingers never missing a beat. Maybe if
he focused on the dimple
on her cheek, he could go
through with the transaction.
“Take
a moment, Ms. McLowsky.” The smell of
caffeine gave him a boost, and latching onto his own mug, he shot her his
killer smile.
“Sir?”
“Well…uh…” he began, words sticking in his
throat. “Drink up.”
“Yes,
sir.” She picked up the steaming cup,
blew on the liquid and took a sip, fixing her gaze on him over the rim.
Was
that a glint of amusement in her eyes?
She
blinked and it was gone. “Is that it,
sir?” She set the cup on the desk.
“No.” He lifted his mug to his lips, took a gulp of
the black brew and scorched his tongue.
He swore, a muffled sound.
She
heard and raised that well-defined
eyebrow again.
He
tautened his abs iron-hard.
“There’s
a new position in the company.” He
stepped closer and hitching up his
jean-clad leg, propped his hip on the corner of her desk. “You’re the best match.”
“What
is it?”
“A
merger of sorts.”
At
thirty-three, Cade was not averse to a challenge, it was the coercion
tactic he abhorred. His lifelong nemesis that he booted from the
boardroom
tossed him a curve to the
tune of three million—problem was—the deal included a stipulation to
muzzle…er…marry him off.
Cade
was under no illusions his uncle’s offer was iced with ulterior
motives, but in no position
to refuse, he had to take the bait. A
pittance, but it’d swing him from the red into the black, and buy him some
time. He’d expand his global holdings,
complete the mega development in Cyprus,
triple his profits and—his heart turned to stone—catch the
hacker
embezzling company
funds.
The
con was about to demolish Cade into a heap of rubble.
…read more Ch 1 on wattpad http://tinyurl.com/pw4sgcd
