Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits ...
"Her eyelids pulled closed. More than anything else, she wanted romance.Romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for the woman he loved just because he loved her. And to live, for just one moment, the life of novels and fairytales."
Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not to mention a cushy job and anything else money can buy. The director at a well-known publication company, he’s surrounded himself with textbooks, encyclopedias, and educational materials. But when his boss puts him in charge of the new romance department, his life takes a dive. Romance? What man reads romance?
Writer, Kirsten Friedman’s, life has fallen apart. She’s lost custody of her son and is dead broke. When Ludwig saves her from drunken embarrassment, what starts out as his act of kindness turns into an amazing job offer. Perhaps, working for him, she can get her life back on track. But what seemed clear-cut soon proves to be much more complicated. Things at the publishing company aren’t as peaceful as they seem and the man she spends all her days with struggling with the very thing that keeps throwing them together – love.
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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com
From Chapter 10:
So, he’d misjudged, and the food was a flop. That didn’t make the entire evening bad. The poetry would make up for it. She’d see he could be romantic if he thought about it.
A moderate crowd of disparate ages had arrived, an elderly gentleman sporting a tattered beanie, a collection of college students, looking like they’d skipped exams, and a pair of high schoolers, their eyes mostly on each other. They all lacked a certain polish, and he was grateful he’d avoided his suit.
The girl, who’d seated them, walked onstage. Gripping the mic stand with one hand, she leaned in and spoke in a surprisingly masculine tone. “Good evening. We have a treat for you tonight. Straight from the heart of the Big Apple, our own poet, Salvador Dominguez.”
She motioned to a man standing just offstage.
Salvador Dominguez was extremely tall with swarthy skin and a three-day beard. Heavy eyebrows slashed across his broad forehead lent him a menacing expression. He added to this by posturing. Extending his arms on either side of the mic stand, he closed his eyes and craned his head back toward the ceiling.
“Death,” he growled. “Darkness, crawling, seeping, draining away life. Life gone. Departed. Never to return. Clawing against the metallic taste, I struggle upwards, only to be dragged down again. It is all waste and vanity. Gone. Empty. Death.”
He bowed his head, his neck going slack, and applause spattered across the room.
Discomfort coiled up from Ludwig’s toes. Morbid. Not romantic. But maybe the next one would be better.
Salvador raised his head and took a bow then clasped his hands together at his chest. “In slimy things I find comfort …”
So, he’d misjudged, and the food was a flop. That didn’t make the entire evening bad. The poetry would make up for it. She’d see he could be romantic if he thought about it.
A moderate crowd of disparate ages had arrived, an elderly gentleman sporting a tattered beanie, a collection of college students, looking like they’d skipped exams, and a pair of high schoolers, their eyes mostly on each other. They all lacked a certain polish, and he was grateful he’d avoided his suit.
The girl, who’d seated them, walked onstage. Gripping the mic stand with one hand, she leaned in and spoke in a surprisingly masculine tone. “Good evening. We have a treat for you tonight. Straight from the heart of the Big Apple, our own poet, Salvador Dominguez.”
She motioned to a man standing just offstage.
Salvador Dominguez was extremely tall with swarthy skin and a three-day beard. Heavy eyebrows slashed across his broad forehead lent him a menacing expression. He added to this by posturing. Extending his arms on either side of the mic stand, he closed his eyes and craned his head back toward the ceiling.
“Death,” he growled. “Darkness, crawling, seeping, draining away life. Life gone. Departed. Never to return. Clawing against the metallic taste, I struggle upwards, only to be dragged down again. It is all waste and vanity. Gone. Empty. Death.”
He bowed his head, his neck going slack, and applause spattered across the room.
Discomfort coiled up from Ludwig’s toes. Morbid. Not romantic. But maybe the next one would be better.
Salvador raised his head and took a bow then clasped his hands together at his chest. “In slimy things I find comfort …”
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"Her eyelids pulled closed. More than anything else, she wanted romance.Romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for the woman he loved just because he loved her. And to live, for just one moment, the life of novels and fairytales."
Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not to mention a cushy job and anything else money can buy. The director at a well-known publication company, he’s surrounded himself with textbooks, encyclopedias, and educational materials. But when his boss puts him in charge of the new romance department, his life takes a dive. Romance? What man reads romance?
Writer, Kirsten Friedman’s, life has fallen apart. She’s lost custody of her son and is dead broke. When Ludwig saves her from drunken embarrassment, what starts out as his act of kindness turns into an amazing job offer. Perhaps, working for him, she can get her life back on track. But what seemed clear-cut soon proves to be much more complicated. Things at the publishing company aren’t as peaceful as they seem and the man she spends all her days with struggling with the very thing that keeps throwing them together – love.
*"Other Ebook Retailers" includes Apple, KOBO, Nook, Scribd, Smashwords, Overdrive and many others.
----------
Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com
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