Title: No Prince Charming
Authors: Angel Payne & Victoria Blue
Cover design by Parajunkee
Damn good line. Too bad I don’t believe a word of it anymore.
My name is Claire Montgomery, and I’m not a princess. I’m a
fighter. I worked hard to earn my place on the emergency image repair
team for one of the biggest public relations companies in the country.
We’ve been called to the renowned Chicago headquarters of Stone Global
Corporation, where it’s our job to clean up a heap of the Stone family’s
filthiest laundry. Our success will be the biggest victory of my
career. I’m on my game. I’m ready.
Why doesn’t “ready” include a contingency plan for Killian Stone?
Until Claire Montgomery walks through my doors.
Her honesty, her bravery, her humor…they pull me in, a prism against the gray walls of my tower. I’m captivated. For the very first time, I long to shed the enigma. To share my secret. But what the hell will that get me? Even if she fits the slipper I offer…I’m no Prince Charming.
Victoria Blue
Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as
Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power
of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three
indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and
everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to
seeing what’s next!
Angel Payne
Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek, shoe addict, coffee-aholic, and occasional vinophile, too.
I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it all got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances—-the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer-type manliness surrounded me, certainly didn’t help to assuage the need for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed, though my path toward erotic romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was sort of a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, and a very, very bad try at a Young Adult novel (don’t ask; it’s not pretty).
These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter and a crazy dog. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.
I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it all got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances—-the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer-type manliness surrounded me, certainly didn’t help to assuage the need for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed, though my path toward erotic romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was sort of a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, and a very, very bad try at a Young Adult novel (don’t ask; it’s not pretty).
These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter and a crazy dog. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.
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