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Miss White and the Seventh Heir
(Once Upon a Fairytale #2)
By Jennifer Faye
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 256 pages
June 1st 2018 by Harlequin Romance
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A billionaire with a secretโ€ฆ

Can the truth lead to happily-ever-after?

In this Once Upon a Fairytale story, hardworking magazine editor Sage Whiteโ€™s just getting used to being in charge, so sheโ€™s alarmed to find sparks flying with her new assistantโ€”the distractingly handsome Trey! Working together, they grow closer, but can their blossoming relationship survive when Sage learns that Trey is really Quentin Rousseau, seventh heir to the publishing empireโ€”and her boss?

 

PROLOGUE

ELSA WHITE STOOD before the window of her stylish Manhattan office adorned with black furnishings and gold trim. It wasnโ€™t just any office building. It was a skyscraper owned by White Publishing. And Elsaโ€™s office was on the top floor. She enjoyed looking down upon the rest of the world.

From her office window, the people below looked like peonsโ€”small and inconsequential. She smiled, knowing she was so much better than them. She had money, lots of money, and a powerful reach. She was forever finding ways to make her presence in publishing even greaterโ€”legal or illegal, it made no difference to her.

Elsa moved in front of an oversized gold leaf mirror that hung on the wall next to her desk. She pivoted on her black stilettos this way and that way, never taking her gaze off her image. A smile bloomed on her face. Perfect. Her manicured red fingernail slid down over her ivory cheek. There wasnโ€™t a wrinkle to be had anywhere on her flawless complexion. Nor should there be with the massive amount she paid her plastic surgeon.

She tucked a few loose strands of platinum-blond hair behind one ear, leaving the other side of her smooth bobbed hair to hang loose. Perfect.

Knock. Knock.

โ€œCome in.โ€ Sheโ€™d told her personal assistant to send in Mr. Hunter, the private detective, as soon as he arrived.

Elsa continued to stare into the mirror. She never tired of her reflection. How could anyone tire of such beauty? Deciding to reapply her โ€œWicked Redโ€ lipstick, she retrieved the tube of lipstick from the glass table beneath the mirror.

As she removed the cap from the tube, her gaze sought out the manโ€™s reflection in the mirror. โ€œWell, donโ€™t just stand there. Tell me what youโ€™ve learned about my stepdaughter.โ€

The tall man with short, dark hair stood his ground, seemingly unfazed by her snappishness. โ€œSheโ€™s working in Los Angeles.โ€

โ€œSo sheโ€™s still living across the country. Good. Very good.โ€ The farther away Sage White remained from Elsaโ€™s empire, the better.

โ€œSheโ€™s working for QTR Magazineโ€”โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ Elsa swung around and glared at the man. He never once glanced away or in any way acted as though he was fazed by her anger. This normally would have sparked Elsaโ€™s interest, but right now she was preoccupied. โ€œI thought I got her blackballed from all publishing houses.โ€

โ€œYou did, but then QTR was drawn into some sort of lawsuit and thatโ€™s how she got her foot in the door. From what I was able to uncover, the senior Rousseau was forced to step down from the failing company. Before he did so, he put your stepdaughter under an ironclad contract that even the board could not break so long as Miss White showed a steady improvement in the companyโ€™s profitability.โ€

No longer concerned about her lips, Elsa returned the lipstick to the table. โ€œWhy is this the first Iโ€™m hearing of it? I pay you good money to keep a close eye on her.โ€

The manโ€™s expression hardened. โ€œThe deal with QTR just happened. They kept everything hush-hush until the contract was signed. Even the board overseeing QTR didnโ€™t know what had been done until it was too late.โ€

Elsa folded her arms, holding her left elbow up with her right hand. Her long shiny nail tapped on her pointy chin as she considered this new development. She couldnโ€™t allow Sage to become successful. With enough funds, Sage could dig into the past. If she were to unearth the truth, she could send the empire that Elsa had lied, deceived and flat-out stolen tumbling into ruin. And that just couldnโ€™t happen.

 

Other Books in the Series

Beauty and Her Boss
(Once Upon a Fairytale #1)
by Jennifer Faye
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 256 pages
March 1st 2018 by Harlequin Romance
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An innocent beauty, a scarred hero…

Could she be the one to open up his heart?

Handsome but guarded former Hollywood star Deacon Santoro prefers the confines of his mansion since an accident left him scarred both inside and out. But he promised to protect sparky beauty Gabrielle Dupre, his new PA. Can Gabrielle convince Deacon that love will give them the fairy-tale ending they deserve?

About the Author

Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming contemporary romances with rugged cowboys, sexy billionaires and enchanting royalty. Internationally published with books translated into nine languages. She is a two-time winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award, the CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous other awards.

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Tour Schedule

June 4th:
Launch
Thoughts of a Blonde
Jorie Loves A Story
It’s All About the Romance
Rockin’ Book Reviews
Andi’s Book Reviews
June 5th:
Bri’s Book Nook
Stacking My Book Shelves!
Two Points of Interest
June 6th:
Deal Sharing Aunt
E-Romance News
Inside The Mind of an Avid Reader
Becky on Books
June 7th:
Christian Chick’s Thoughts
underneath the covers
Book by Book
Wishful Endings
June 8th:
Simply Kelina
Teatime and Books
Bookworm Lisa
June 9th:
Grand Finale

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1 winner will receive a $20 Amazon Gift Card, autographed copy of BEAUTY & HER BOSS (Once Upon a Fairytale, book 1), Lindt Lindor assorted chocolate truffles, Lindt Salted Caramel bar, Whoppers, Reese’s Pieces, candle, flower kit, book magnet, pen, and bookmarks
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* Blog Tour / Release Week Celebration * COMING HOME TO CRIMSON by Michelle Major

 

โ€œWeโ€™re not friends. Weโ€™re not going to be friends.โ€

No, theyโ€™ll be so much moreโ€ฆ

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It is time to go back to Colorado in COMING HOME TO CRIMSON by Michelle Major

 

About COMING HOME TO CRIMSON

Escaping from a cheating fiancรฉ in a โ€œborrowedโ€ car, Sienna Pierce canโ€™t think of anywhere to go but Crimson, the hometown she swore sheโ€™d never go back to. And Crimson sheriff Cole Bennett has a lot at stake in keeping the town on an even keel. On the surface, they have nothing in common. Unfortunately, there is nothing superficial about their feelings for each other!

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Christmas on Crimson Mountain won the 2017 RITA for Short Contemporary Romance

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Read and exclusive excerpt fromย COMING HOME TO CRIMSON:

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, officer,โ€ she said automatically, fanning her hand in front of her face. โ€œI was having a bit of trouble taking off my jacket around the seatbelt. Iโ€™ll be more careful.โ€

โ€œLicense and registration, maโ€™am.โ€

The rumbly voice gave her pause and she sat back, glancing up into the face of a man who could have been the direct descendent of some Wild West lawman. The firm set of his jaw and rugged good looks seemed like a throw back to the era of John Wayne, although he wore a modern law enforcement uniform of a beige button down and black tie, khaki pants and a gun clearly tucked into the holster at his waist.

The button clipped above his shirt pocket read โ€˜sheriffโ€™. Okay then, the real deal.

And not feeling all that friendly if the tight line of his mouth was any indication. She couldnโ€™t see his eyes behind the mirrored aviator sunglasses but imagined he was glaring at her.

โ€œOf course,โ€ she said and pulled her wallet out of the Louis Vuitton purse on the passenger seat.

โ€œYou know texting and driving is against the law,โ€ he said as she handed him her driverโ€™s license.

โ€œI was having some sort of bizarre hot flash,โ€ she blurted. โ€œNot texting.โ€ Even now she could feel the silk tank top clinging to her skin. โ€œAnger induced, not hormonal,โ€ she felt compelled to add, her cheeks flaming.

One thick brow lifted above the frame of his sunglasses, and Sienna resisted the urge to fidget.

โ€œYou were also driving twenty miles above the speed limit.โ€

โ€œI certainly was not.โ€ Sienna rolled her eyes. โ€œIโ€™d never drive that fast.โ€

โ€œMaโ€™amโ€”โ€

She pointed a finger at him. โ€œI donโ€™t like your tone when you call me maโ€™am.โ€

โ€œI clocked you at eighty-five and itโ€™s a sixty-five mile an hour zone that drops to forty-five as you come into town.โ€ He paused then added, โ€œMaโ€™am.โ€

Sparks raced across Siennaโ€™s skin. Somehow his tone had gone from patronizing to sexy-as-hell in one word. She had no idea what had possessed her to try to goad this small-town sheriff into a reaction, but her bodyโ€™s response to him was totally unexpected.

And bothersome.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ she repeated. โ€œThis isnโ€™t my car so Iโ€™m not used to how it drives.โ€ The truth was sheโ€™d been too preoccupied with mentally trash talking her cheating ex-boyfriend to realize she was driving recklessly. Kevinโ€™s fault as well.

โ€œWho does the car belong to?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ She flipped open the glove compartment. โ€œI assume itโ€™s a rental. I took it from my ex-boyfriend.โ€

The sheriff leaned forward, his hands resting above the driverโ€™s side window. The fabric of his shirt pulled tight across his arms, revealing the outline of corded muscles. โ€œAs in you stole it?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ she answered immediately. โ€œIโ€ฆit wasnโ€™t quite like that.โ€ She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. In fact, it was exactly like that.

Sheโ€™d taken a private shuttle from the Aspen airport to the upscale hotel where Kevin had made a reservation. Sheโ€™d originally been scheduled to come on this trip with him, three days in the mountains of Colorado with a few meetings thrown in to make it a legitimate business expense. Sienna hadnโ€™t been back to Colorado in almost two decades, and to make a trip so soon after her estranged brotherโ€™s visit to Chicago last yearโ€ฆwell, it had been too much to even consider.

Yet in the end she couldnโ€™t stay away. Kevin had acted so disappointed she wasnโ€™t coming, dropping subtle hints that heโ€™d planned to pop the question in Aspen. So sheโ€™d taken a red-eye into Denver then a commuter plane to Aspen, thinking how fun it would be to surprise him.

Sheโ€™d surprised him all right, in bed with another woman.

Could it get more cliche than that? Her life had been reduced to a cliche.

โ€œHow about we start with the registration?โ€ the sheriff asked, his voice gentling as if somehow he could sense what a mess she was on the inside.

That infuriated her even more. Sienna didnโ€™t do vulnerable. People around her saw what she wanted them to see, and the thought that this mountain-town Mayberry lawman could see beyond her mask made her want to lash out at someone. Anyone. Sheriff Hot Pants, for one.

She dipped her chin and looked up at him through her lashes, flashing a small, knowing smile. โ€œHow about I write a healthy size check to the police foundation or your favorite charityโ€ฆโ€ She winked. โ€œOr you for that matter and we both go on our merry way?โ€

โ€œAre you offering me a bribe?โ€

She widened her smile. โ€œCall it an incentive.โ€

The sheriff took off his sunglasses, shoving them into his front shirt pocket. His eyes were brown, the color of warm honey, but his gaze was frigid. โ€œHowโ€™s the thought of being arrested as an incentive for you to hand me the registration?โ€

He smiled as he asked the question. His full lips revealed a set of perfectly straight teeth in a way that made him look like some sort of predator. โ€œOr perhaps youโ€™d like to step out of the car and Iโ€™ll handcuff you? Another viable option, maโ€™am.โ€

 

 

Author Bio:

Michelle Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several well-behaved reptiles. Sheโ€™s grateful to have found her passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her readers at www.michellemajor.com.

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