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I’m writing How to Marry Another Billionaire, which is the second book in the Operation Billionaire Trilogy. Have you read the first book? Here’s a little excerpt from How to Marry a Billionaire:

 

“I’m not pregnant,” Holly insists. “Oh my God, I feel like I have to push.”

Luckily, just then the paramedics run across the ring toward us. Holly doubles over to push, and I step back. Way back. I don’t want to be cowardly, but babies are supposed to be planned and born in a hospital with a doctor and nurses in a room with a closed door. There’s supposed to be mommy yoga first and a baby shower. Then, an epidural.

A really big epidural.

“But I’m not pregnant!” Holly shouts.

“Well, something’s coming out of your vagina,” Olivia points out, now surrounded by paramedics. “You better hope it’s a baby.”

“I’ll be back here if you need me,” I say and back up into Holly’s horse, who seems as nervous as I am. It’s pawing the ground and walking backward, too. I grab its reins. “It’s okay,” I tell it, softly. “Circle of life.”

Coming soon! The Second Chances Club: Delivery Happiness. A humorous women’s fiction book (with lots of romance). Follow Eliza as she reinvents herself after her husband leaves her.

 

Super secret project (title and cover reveal to come soon once I can agree on a cover):

 

 

“You can’t carry me. I’m too heavy,” I moaned. Hudson had found my house keys in my purse, and he was unlocking the front door while he held me in his arms.

“You’re not too heavy. I’ve carried grown men. You’re not as heavy as a grown man.”

I choked up and started to cry. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“I don’t know what’s happened to you—work, husband, whatever—but you have to pull yourself up and right your life. Are you going to give in? Are you going to let life get you down?”

“I’m pretty sure the answer’s yes.” And boy, was it yes. After all, only three days ago, my entire life went down the toilet. Three lousy days. So, I was going to let life get me down for a long time to come. I was going to give in and give in big time. I was even planning on changing my middle name to wallow.

He took my hand on the table and held it in his large hands. “No, you’re not, Eliza.”

His eyes bore through me, right to my battered soul. He was mesmerizing. I trusted him, which wasn’t saying much about his trustability, considering my batting average. I had trusted my husband and what did that get me? “Are you a model?”

“I’m a marine.”

“Oh.” That made sense. There wasn’t any fat anywhere on him. His chest pushed against his t-shirt. I could have bounced quarters off his ass…not that I looked. Okay, maybe I looked once when his back was turned.

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