FIRST CHAPTER FRIDAY! IF I LOVED YOU

Better than simply posting the first chapter of my new book, is a link to me reading the first chapter to you! So I've posted the link to the WebbWeaver radio program where I read most of the first chapter of IF I LOVED YOU, first in the Hollywood Hearts series. I hope you enjoy it.

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A bit about the book: 
Does love always mean total truth? Successfully shunning the limelight was one way for Megan Davis to keep her family secret. The press intruded on her life when her twin brother, Mark, became the star quarterback for the Delaware Demons. Disrespectful of tabloid superstars, financial advisor, Meg, was shocked when she was tapped to launch a celebrity division in the prestigious investment firm, Dillon & Weed. The biggest surprise: the charisma of her first client.

            Gorgeous, magnetic movie star, Chaz Duncan, wary of women who wanted to bask in his fame or sell his secrets to the media, valued privacy above all else. Would attractive Megan Davis, his new financial advisor charm the truth from him or would he continue his high profile but lonely existence to keep his secret safe? Jealousy, deceit and scandal threaten two careers and the quest for true love and trust in this roller-coaster-ride contemporary romance.         

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TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY. WE'RE WRITING TO A PICTURE PROMPT THIS WEEK. THE STORY CAN ONLY BE 300 WORDS. HERE IS THE PICTURE. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY.

     Giselle looked out the big picture window in the dining room of her tiny new home in Pine Grove. Surely not a grand Victorian like the one she grew up in but it would have to do. Two snug bedrooms, a roomy kitchen and living room with this small dining room tacked on. 
     She was relieved to give up the view of Will Benson's house she’d had. Now she wouldn't have to run into him every day. His hostile glances and cold demeanor stung her like lemon juice squirted in a paper cut. 
     She sat on the window seat, sipping tea. The vast, snowy, uncluttered view of the Catskill Mountains calmed her. While she rested her gaze on the amazing vista, she tried to ignore the dozens of boxes stacked up behind her. The boxes contained what remained of the lives of her parents and her early years. She was still working up the courage to tackle that project. Any distraction to postpone the odious task was welcome, including an unexpected knock on the door. Muriel Benson stood on her doorstep.
     “Mrs. Benson! How nice to see you. Come in,” she pulled gently on the older woman’s arm.
     “Muriel. I wasn’t sure you’d see me.”
     “Because of Will?”
     “Yep.” Muriel glanced at her galoshes.
     “He’s pretty mad at me.” Hates me's more like it.
     “Stupid man doesn’t know his own heart,” Muriel muttered.
     “But you and I’ve been friends for ages. Please come in.” Giselle stepped aside.
     “Here. Anyone can tell looking at you, you’re not eating.” She handed the young woman a casserole dish. Tears clouded Giselle’s eyes.
     “Can’t stay.” Muriel said after hugging her. She departed as quickly as she had arrived. Giselle wiped her eyes with her hand and closed the door against the cold wind. 
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