Excerpt from Her Favorite Mistake -
Then she saw him. Right in the middle. Her Vegas Hunkie Hottie.
“Nessie?” Jillian hissed.
“Good. We’re good.” She locked her knees. She didn't even know his name. Names hadn't mattered that night. Chemistry did.
After four years the memories swamped her. She felt boneless.
Breathe. Put on your big girl pants.
She sucked in a breath. "Hello, I'm Vanessa Randall, CEO of Randall's Whipped Cream Cakes and this is my sister, Jillian Randall, CFO. Today we invite your wisdom and hopefully your support for our family bakery."
How lame was that.
But cocky contestants didn't fare well. Better to suck it up. If the group turned on them-- which she'd seen happen--they'd be sent packing with no financial backing. That wasn't going to be her. Moistening her lips, she swept the group with a smile, bobbling over Hunky Hottie.
How could she face this man when she'd slipped out of his Vegas room while he sprawled on his stomach, sound asleep in the tangled sheets? Now he lounged in that wing chair like a lanky basketball player who knew he could score from any spot on the court.
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Then she saw him. Right in the middle. Her Vegas Hunkie Hottie.
“Nessie?” Jillian hissed.
“Good. We’re good.” She locked her knees. She didn't even know his name. Names hadn't mattered that night. Chemistry did.
After four years the memories swamped her. She felt boneless.
Breathe. Put on your big girl pants.
She sucked in a breath. "Hello, I'm Vanessa Randall, CEO of Randall's Whipped Cream Cakes and this is my sister, Jillian Randall, CFO. Today we invite your wisdom and hopefully your support for our family bakery."
How lame was that.
But cocky contestants didn't fare well. Better to suck it up. If the group turned on them-- which she'd seen happen--they'd be sent packing with no financial backing. That wasn't going to be her. Moistening her lips, she swept the group with a smile, bobbling over Hunky Hottie.
How could she face this man when she'd slipped out of his Vegas room while he sprawled on his stomach, sound asleep in the tangled sheets? Now he lounged in that wing chair like a lanky basketball player who knew he could score from any spot on the court.
Read more at Amazon, iBooks, Nook or Kobo.
