Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Gold Digger #MWTease

It's time for Mid Week Tease where my author friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or from some of our published work for you, the readers. A huge THANKS to fellow author Sandra Bunino for creating this weekly event!

For those of you who follow our MWT, I’ve been sharing some from Spanked by the Bad Boy. I’m happy to announce that I have completed Declan’s and Tiffany’s story and it has been submitted for publication consideration. So, the wait begins for the first book in my Bad Boy Fever series to make it into the world of books :)

This summer is going to be a busy one for me. My story, Confessions of a Chocoholic should be out sometime in June/July. The first of my Paradise Ranch series, Welcome to Paradise should be out in August, and The Good Sister: Part One should be in the mix for audiobook release. As you know, there’s no rest for the wicked, and it’s on to the next project on my very long list of stories to complete. 

 Here’s a taste of my current M/F Erotic Romance WIP, Gold Digger.

The formal garden at Eden Hill was stunning, and tonight, with the white twinkle lights illuminating all the trees in a surreal shimmer, the scent of roses, gardenias, lilac, and honeysuckle wafting in the breeze, along with the soft sounds of music floating through the perfection of the evening air, the famous garden and surrounding grounds had been transformed into the social event of the summer season.
Chrystale Blanc was in her element, mingling amongst the guest at her mother’s engagement party. She had to give her mother her dues; she’d done well this time around. Chenille Blanc wasn’t just the woman who gave birth to her at the young age of seventeen, but her best friend, her mentor, and her confidant. At the age of forty-five, Chenille scored big with her soon-to-be fifth husband, Donald Atmore Harrison III. Donald, eight years her mother’s senior, came from old money. Old money was the best kind of money as far as she and her mother were concerned. It afforded them connections, influence, travel, not to mention designer clothing, lavish jewelry, and languorous mornings at the spa, afternoons sipping sweet tea by the pool, and all those endless, glorious, shopping sprees.
A few strands of Chrystale’s long golden-blonde hair came loose from her chignon, and tickled the back of her neck and shoulder blades, sending a quick chill over the canvas of her warm flesh as she weaved her way over to the temporary bar. She’d set her sights on a not too handsome fellow who was swirling his amber colored liquor around in the bottom of his crystal glass.
She assessed him quickly. Mid to late thirties. No ring on his finger. Good hair cut. Decent height. Not too pudgy around the midsection. Armani suit. Italian loafers. Cartier watch.
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner,” she mumbled under her breath.
She didn’t have to be attracted to him, just attracted to his wallet. She supposed the apple hadn’t fallen too far from the tree since she was a proud card-carrying member of the gold diggers club, and Chrystale, like her mother, was perfectly fine with that.
With a sly smile, she reminded herself to thank her mom the first chance she got, because she was well on her way to finding her next conquest of the male persuasion within the elite social circles of Savannah’s rich, richer, and filthy rich members.
“Hi,” she said in her seductive voice, making sure to draw attention to her creamy mounds by strumming her fingers along the low line of her sparkling d├ęcolletage.
She batted her long lashes at the man who was staring exactly where she wanted him to before his gaze met hers.
“Hello,” he said.
“I’m Chrystale.” He blinked. “Chrystale Blanc.”
“Ah,” he said, and tipped his glass at her. “You’re Chenille’s lovely daughter. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
With practiced ease she released her flirty giggle, causing her bosom to shake, and brushed her french-tipped fingernails down the material of his expensive suit covered arm. “Likewise.” She drew his brown gaze toward her chest once more, easy, like a moth to the flame.
 “Err...” he mumbled, tearing his attention from her bountiful cleavage. He lifted his masculine chin and stared deeply into her eyes. “I’m Bram Gillette. Can I buy you a drink?”
She gave him her coquettish smile. “It’s an open bar, Mr. Gillette.”
“Yes,” he said with a nod, red dousing his cheeks. “You’re right. It is.”
She hooked her arm around his. “I’ve been dying to dance though.”
“All right,” he said, setting his glass on the top of a retaining wall, before placing his hand over her hand. “It sounds like the band is playing our song, Ms. Blanc.”
Listening to the instrumental version of Boyz II Men’s I’ll Make Love to You, she walked with him arm-in-arm toward the wooden parkay squares laid out on the manicured grass which made up the dance floor. “Indeed,” she said, softly. “They are playing our song.”

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  1. Well, she certainly knows what she wants! Great tease :-)

  2. Yep, that is one woman who has a plan. Looking forward to reading the rest!

  3. Elegant tease, shows off the character's personality :-)

  4. Oh, she is good. And I can barely keep up with your summer plans, London! You go!

  5. Reads like a Jackie Collins novel. Great opener, London. Enjoyed it.
    Best wishes for your submission and upcoming projects.

  6. I love the sound of this story, London! Congrats on your pub schedule. You're a busy author!
    Thanks for teasing with me. xoxo


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