Happy Sprummer!...I can't in good conscious call the weather we've been experiencing in Iowa as "summer", but the occasional 80 degree day doesn't quite scream "spring" either. So, sprummer it is! And what a sprummer it's been!
My 2 part duology (Bearcat and Scorcher) have both released and are now living their best lives in Kindle Unlimited! So if you are looking for a ZERO-spice (clean) romantic suspense and you haven't read them yet, you can just bop right on over to Kindle unlimited.
But the best part of this sprummer is probably finishing the first season of my new episodic romantic comedy series, Looking for Penny Larke. Here's a little about the project:
As you can see, I'm SUPER excited about this series! And that's why I'm looking for a few BETA readers to provide feedback during the month of May, so that Looking for Penny Larke can be my best possible work when it debuts in June.
If you are interested in BETA reading, you can apply here! I expect to send advanced copies out early next week. :)
Not convinced? Alright, twist my arm- I'll give you a little sneak peek...
Practically running to keep up with him, I pressed on with my mission. “Anyway, like I was saying, my name is Wednesday-”
“You already said that” he grumped over his shoulder without slowing.
“I did?”
“You did.”
We reached the elevator bay and he veered to the right.
That’s odd, I didn’t know there were other executive offices here.
“After you massacred the donuts. Or don’t you remember?” He said, veering in the direction of MY mahogany desk.
“Oh. Right. I was sort of hoping everyone would be too embarrassed for me to ever bring that up again. Hang on-” I darted in front of him as he neared my desk and the executive publisher’s office. “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.” He growled, attempting to dodge around me.
I darted again. What on earth was this guy doing? “Because, you see, I’m the new executive assistant, and you can’t go in there without running it by me.” Sorry to pull rank, buddy, but you left me no choice.
“I can. And I will. Step aside.”
“No.” I said, planting myself in front of the door.
He paused, and for the first time since the coffee debacle, he set his eyes on me. His gaze sent a cold chill down my spine and I felt my heart begin to race as I had the horrifying realization of who he could be.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly very dry. “Please tell me you’re a disgruntled HR manager trying to rush the boss’s office…and not-”
The hint of a smile, a shadow really, appeared on the man’s face along with an absolutely evil glint of satisfaction. “Milo Brooks. Executive Publisher. Now move, or you’ll be out of here before the ink dries on your new employee badge.”
“Oh.” That was all my pea-sized brain could come up with. Oh.
Milo barely waited for me to slide out of his way before tearing open the office door and vanishing inside. The door fell shut with a feather-soft boom and I collapsed into my desk.
“Way to go, Wendy. You’re getting fired for sure.”
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