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Today we’re featuring THE
BILLIONAIRE’S MATCHMAKER, written by four award winning authors: Shirley Jump,
Susan Meier, Jackie Braun and Barbara Wallace.
While written in four parts,
THE BILLIONAIRE’S MATCHMAKER isn’t your ordinary anthology. Rather it’s a four part book – a sisterhood
of a travelling pooch if you will –in which one feisty Jack Russell changes the
lives of four friends. T
In Part 1, Driving Mr. Wrong Home by Shirley Jump,
Charlie hits the road with Gabby his dog sitter. Little does she know that her
other travelling companion – a handsome man from her past – is about to change
her plans to re-launch her art career into an unexpected, romantic reunion.
In Part 2, The Sheriff’s Secret by Susan Meier,
Charlie turns guard-dog. But it’s a
rugged, blue-blue-eyed cop who ends up keeping his new dog-sitter, Marney’s,
nights – and bed – warm…
In Part 3: Love Unleashed by Jackie
Braun, Charlie finds himself living with Marney’s best friend, Mia. His mischief lands the headstrong florist on
the doorstep of the two vet, who just happens to be her former flame – and the
man Mia never forgot…
Finally, in Part 4, Love in the Shadows by Barbara Wallace,
Charlie returns home to the care of the mysterious Mr. B. But, not before his
final dogsitter shares a few choice words with the reclusive billionaire. Sparks fly and it isn’t long before the high
school teacher is teaching the emotionally-wounded tycoon that love heals
everything.
Will
these four dog sitters find love? What is the mysterious Mr. B’s story? And
most importantly, what happens to Charlie?
You have to read all four parts to find out. And, right now you can purchase the entire
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EXCLUSIVE
EXCERPT FROM PART 3, Love Unleashed by
Jackie Braun
He straightened and stepped
closer, leaving only the stainless steel prep table to separate them. Even with
flowers perfuming the air, she caught a hint of the aftershave she’d given him
for his birthday the previous fall. He was dressed in wrinkled cargo shorts and
a faded T-shirt that sported the name of his college alma mater. It was just
her bad luck that her mind decided to replay a scene from the previous summer
when she’d helped him out of that very shirt.
They’d gotten caught in a
downpour, after which they’d stumbled into her house, laughing and drenched.
Gid had taken one look at the thin fabric plastered against her body and
sobered.He’d traced a circle around one breast, causing its already erect
nipple to tighten further through her sports bra. That was all it had taken to
have Mia yanking off his sodden tee in desperation.
They hadn’t made it to the
bedroom—or even to the couch half a dozen steps away in her living room. In his
urgency, Gid had made love to her against the wall in the tiny foyer.
“I can’t get enough of you,”
he’d told her afterward as the breath sawed from his lungs. “Even when we’re
old and gray, Mia, I won’t have had my fill.”
They were words that should
have made her happy but instead had left her unnerved. Too many people in her
life had made promises they could not keep. In a way, such words often had
signaled the beginning of the end.
Mia crossed her arms as she
shifted her weight to one hip. She couldn’t bear to open herself up to the kind
of pain she knew firsthand abandonment caused. It hadn’t been wise to become so
involved with Gid. She’d let things with him grow too serious and go on for too
long. Ultimately, however, she deemed it wiser to reject than to wait around to
be rejected.
Not that walking away from
Gideon had been easy. But it had been necessary. Besides, he was better off
without her. He deserved someone who was emotionally healthy and whole. Someone
who wasn’t afraid to love him back.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he
said.
She shook her head in denial.
“I’ve been busy.”
“That’s a handy excuse, Mia. Not to mention an overused one.”
“It also happens to be true.”
His eyes narrowed and she
braced for a battle of words, mentally lining up her arguments. Instead, Gideon
merely shrugged.
“Whatever.”
Nothing got Mia’s back up
quicker than that one, three-syllable word. Whatever said, I don’t care. It
said, what you have to say doesn’t matter to me. Extrapolated, it meant, you
don’t matter to me.
If she’d been thinking
straight, she would have realized that her strong reaction to the word was
exactly why Gid used it. He wanted to get a rise out of her. He wanted her to
fi ght back. He wanted to pull out the volatile emotions that she tried to keep
under lock and key. But seeing red blotted out the obvious.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
she demanded as she came around the prep table.
In her fl at shoes, the top
of her head barely came to his shoulder. That didn’t keep her from poking him
in the chest. Gid eyed the fi nger a moment before his gaze returned to hers.
He replied, “This is a small town and I haven’t bumped into you once in the
past six months. Not once. Just sayin’.”
His lips quirked, and it
irritated her all the more that she still found his mouth to be so damned sexy.
The man should be out of her system by now. Forgotten. But no matter how hard
she tried to banish them, those memories of the two of them together held on
stubbornly, pressing to the forefront at the most inconvenient times.
Including right then.
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