My name is Cherry Sunday and no, I’m not a stripper
A business trip to New York ended with me in a hotel room wrapped around a man with eyes so blue you could get lost in them.
The guy was out of my league hot, super smart and judging by the hotel room, super-rich.
But I snuck out before the sun rose, fully expecting never to see him again.
Little did I know there was an entirely different surprise waiting for me when I returned home to Temptation, WA.
My name is Brent Wilder, billionaire CEO wunderkind of Wilder Robotics
Finding a woman was never my problem, but finding the right woman had proven so elusive I thought she was just a myth.
Then I met a sexy chatterbox on a flight from New York to Colorado.
Thanks to a treacherous storm on the west coast and the leggy brown-skinned beauty, I became a believer.
Then I lost her.
Literally lost her. For three months.
So imagine my surprise when I found none other than Cherry Sunday—not a stripper, thank you—sitting in a park in the same town I planned to relocate my company.
Talk about dumb luck. She was wary, skeptical and pregnant.
No one ever said when I found the right woman I would have to walk through fire to convince her to give me a shot.
The good ones, they never fall easy.
***This is a standalone novel with a touch of steam and HEA.***
My name is Cherry Sunday and no, I’m not a stripper
A business trip to New York ended with me in a hotel room wrapped around a man with eyes so blue you could get lost in them.
The guy was out of my league hot, super smart and judging by the hotel room, super-rich.
But I snuck out before the sun rose, fully expecting never to see him again.
Little did I know there was an entirely different surprise waiting for me when I returned home to Temptation, WA.
My name is Brent Wilder, billionaire CEO wunderkind of Wilder Robotics
Finding a woman was never my problem, but finding the right woman had proven so elusive I thought she was just a myth.
Then I met a sexy chatterbox on a flight from New York to Colorado.
Thanks to a treacherous storm on the west coast and the leggy brown-skinned beauty, I became a believer.
Then I lost her.
Literally lost her. For three months.
So imagine my surprise when I found none other than Cherry Sunday—not a stripper, thank you—sitting in a park in the same town I planned to relocate my company.
Talk about dumb luck. She was wary, skeptical and pregnant.
No one ever said when I found the right woman I would have to walk through fire to convince her to give me a shot.
The good ones, they never fall easy.
***This is a standalone novel with a touch of steam and HEA.***