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Excerpt from The Billionaire’s Billboard Proposal

Chapter 1: Camryn Javion Alvarez

“I’m running so late,” Stella muttered under her breath.

Her aunt barely spared her a glance. Her mouth was moving, still counting her vitamins. Her cousins began a new round of fawning over one of the magazines strewn haphazardly on the couch. Mackenna was leaning against the loveseat, her body angled toward the French doors. “I wonder when he’s going to start dating again,” she said, her thumb flicking quickly over her phone. “It’s been like a year.”

“Eleven months,” Julia specified. She sighed dreamily, looking up at the ceiling like she could see something they couldn’t. “Just a few more days, and I’m certain he’ll have a new and improved girlfriend.” She gave Julia a knowing look as she spoke, and the two burst into a fit of giggles. Mackenna, who was about Stella’s age, rolled her eyes at her little sisters, but Stella noted the smile she bit back. Whenever Julia and Kiana talked about Camryn Alvarez, it was like they suddenly became teenagers again. Not acting at all like the twenty-four-year-olds they were.


The debut of her Aunt Eleanor’s latest fashion collection was just two weeks away. Eleanor had been buying animal print wallpaper and renting elaborate artwork of lions and zebras. Piling them in the garage in preparation for the intimate celebration they were going to host on the day of the collection’s launch. Stella knew her family well enough to infer that ‘intimate’ probably meant more than 50 people.

Camryn Alvarez hands down the wealthiest businessman in Naples—and most of America—would be there, at least according to Eleanor. He was known to support local businesses. It was only logical. Rubbing shoulders with the social elite of Florida would give him a good name, and a good name meant America would love him. America loving him would get him more customers for the family business he’d been running for the past five-ish years, a well-acclaimed consulting firm. Of course, getting more customers would mean he would make money.

And rub shoulders he did. Stella could barely comprehend that she might see him face to face in just a few days—if her aunt let her go.

Excerpt From The Billionaire and the Biker Chick


She woke up in a cold sweat, her hand searching all over the bed for him, but she came up empty. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered that he was never coming back. He chose to leave, but she was left with heartache. She rolled over to his side of the bed and inhaled his scent deeply. It had slowly begun to vanish over the six months since he left. There she laid, relishing in the pain as happiness had once again escaped her completely.

She wanted so desperately to move on, to find someone new, but she couldn’t do it. He had been the only man in her bed for three years. Nothing made sense to her. How could a person just walk away from something so significant without even thinking about it twice? She should’ve known this was how it would have ended. After all, he had been at the florist all the time, and he never brought her flowers.

How could she have been stupid enough to believe he’d stay after all of the stories that circled about her and Zoe? She thought he knew her better than to take their words over hers, and yet, when he came to say his goodbyes, it hit her harder than a train. The depression clawed at her soul, making her skin crawl with disgust about herself. She wanted out so bad. She needed to escape the dark cloud that hung over her head and shield herself from the bright light of the sun. Still, instead, she pushed herself deeper into the pillow, hoping to catch another whiff of his scent before it left her as well.

The sadness had become like a drug, an addiction she couldn’t shake, not that she had the energy to even try and fight it. So instead, she buried herself deeper in the sheets, hoping, praying that he’d magically come to his senses and find his way back to her, to them. Deep down, she knew it was foolish to hope. Every person in her life had made a point to tell her too, but it was much easier to hope than accept the reality of the situation.

Even her mother had grown tired of the pity party she lived in. Every day she would come over just after nine in the morning. While her mother was there, she would beg her daughter to get up because life was passing her by. She didn’t care, instead allowing the sadness to consume her once more.

It wasn’t until two months later that she got up and had breakfast like she did before the breakup shortly after the eight-month mark. She showered, and washed her hair, did her make-up, and got dressed in her favorite clothes. She was done grieving a man that didn’t die. In her den of depression, she decided then and there that it was time to start living. Time to take back what was hers and time to fight for her own happiness. Even if it meant she had to lose everything in return.

She owed it to herself to live life to the fullest. On the other hand, she had no idea how to do it.

If I Suddenly Had Millions Of Dollars

The fantasy. I know we all do it. Fantasize a large amount of money hitting our bank accounts. I’m no different. While many are looking for winning lottery tickets, I wonder, how would they spend it? Big houses? Fast cars with speeds over 200 miles per hour? Not me.

I’m the type of person who never needed much. Just my current home paid off. It’s the only thing, besides house bills, we pay each month. I tell you when I wrote that check and paid off my car, wow. The feeling I felt was beautiful. I still think about that day. I’ve wanted a VW Beetle, let’s say, forever. My Barbies had a Bug. I had my Beetle for about three months when the opportunity came, and I paid it off.

I would do for my children, who are all grown, to give them the same amount to buy their own houses. This is a one time deal. I know for sure one would buy a home under the amount given and squirrel the rest away. He’s so much like me.

At the moment, I have two grands and another due in November. My oldest will be graduating in two years with his sister following two years after that. They have a choice of further their education or getting a one time deal.

My husband and I have already been planning to move to Poland soon. His father passed away last year and left him the apartment he grew up in. It needs a bit of reno, and that’s where I’d spend a bit of money. I have a budget earmarked now, but I would double it easy.

Vehicles are not needed with everything being less than a ten-minute walk. Including the train station and bus stops for long distances. Most countries are five to ten hours away.

Writing and traveling is a dream that I’ve had since I was about twelve. Giving the business a one-time amount, I would actually hire out a VA since I will be spending most of my time abroad. The dream.

Tonight’s Mega Million jackpot is $410 million. Of course, I have my tickets, but I might go and get a couple more. Wish me luck!

What Does My Perfect Weekend Look Like?

The image of an enjoyable weekend would be something like spending some quality time with family and friends and experience all that I could work out. Impromptu trips, get-togethers with family were all arranged well ahead of time. We had tremendous fun through those moments.

With everything with being an indie writer, I typically have to make my own perfect weekend. Most of the time, it’s not even a weekend. It could be a day or two he has off. Since it’s never the same, I check my husband’s work schedule.

My perfect weekend has always been staying in bed an hour later than usual with him. Any more than this, and our cat loses it. All the meowing. Plus, sticking her paw under the door to get our attention about her demands pretty much spoils the moment.

We’ve spent our “weekends” on the road here in Florida. One of my favorites was when we went to Coral Castle Museum in Homestead, which is close to Miami. A long drive, but worth it.

Our upcoming “weekend” will be a drive to the Florida Keys. As long as I’ve lived in Florida, I’ve never been, so it will be a first for me. I want to get a picture of me at the Southernmost Point buoy. The closest I’ll probably get to Cuba. A whole 90 miles away. At that point, closer to our home in Northeast Florida.

Many will say self-care is the perfect weekend thing to do, but I do self care just about every day. Once upon a time, I was in my office from 0800 to 2300. Every day. Seven days a week. The only days I took off were my birthday, our anniversary, and his birthday. The rest of the days were considered workdays.

Closing the office at 2100 during the week and it being closed for the weekend, was the best thing ever. I was close to burnout. Now, I won’t take any calls or respond to emails.
Let me ask you this. What does your perfect weekend look like to you?

My Least Favorite Food

The biggest issue for me is being called a picky eater. It’s not that I’m picky, per se. It’s more like things were not as I was told—my least favorite food: soul food. You heard me right.

Growing up in New York, both my parents were from the southern states. Naturally, soul food was the mainstay in the house. For me, not so much. I know how to cook all the greens, beans, and peas, but I don’t eat them. Nope. But I’ve always been the odd duck in the family.

It’s not like I didn’t try. I really did. But when I was told grits taste like farina and liver tastes like pork chops, trying any new foods was not on my menu. For years.
Even now, when I participate in a survey on Facebook about foods I would eat, I laugh. Typically out of 50, I might get 3.

Now, I’m trying to embrace new foods. To my husband’s dismay, Zimne Nogi or Studzienina will never be a dish for me, although I do love kielbasa. They’re just big hotdogs to me.

What A Typical Day Is Like For Me

Okay, so here’s the scoop of my typical day as an author. Of course, things are juggled around for doctor appointments, beach day and such.

I have established office hours Monday through Friday from 0900 to 2100. I will perform any administration work on Saturdays and record YouTube videos or work on my audiobook projects.

I spend 0900 to 1000 answering emails. If I don’t get to all of them, I’ll schedule the last hour of the day also.
At 1000, I start editing. I prefer to go back and edit what I wrote the day before. It’s the OCD in me. I can’t seem to go forward unless it’s done.

Depending on what day it is, I’ll stop at 1200 for a live stream. Otherwise, I’ll keep going until 1300.
From 1300 to 1400 is my break. I’ll get up for lunch while my exercise would be riding my stationary bike or taking a quick walk around the neighborhood.

I’m back at it by 1400 to work on a cover or blurb if I didn’t hire out for it. I may even format a book. I do have to stop for a hot minute at 1530 to feed the fur babies.
I’m working on social media from 1600 to 1700. Whether that be creating more posts to the social media app I use. Yes, this is a working dinner.

I’ll start writing from 1700 to 2100. Now you may ask, “Why so late?”
It’s not late for me. My husband usually goes to work at that time. Best time for me to work on dictating my book. Still a work in progress, though.
It’s then time to shut it down for the day. Clean things up and wait for him to come home.

This is how I have it planned out, but is it always like this? Nope. Sometimes I’ll get a narrator who finishes early, and I have to listen to their work. As long as my projects are completed on time, earlier is always better in the long run. I’m ahead.

First Book in the Series

Whew, book one is now in the finished column.

Not really sure how many books will be in this series or if I will break it up with another series in between or a couple of standalones.

Training the Billionaire will be released January 29, 2021. There’s a book trailer available.

2021 Book Schedule

My goal for the year is a book every other month with an extra one in December. Here’s a peek at a few upcoming books. I hope you enjoy them.

Let’s go! 

Releasing January 29, 2021

Struggling to keep her late father’s boxing gym afloat, Skye Larsen is asked to train the man she holds indirectly responsible for her father’s death.

Training Jordan Turner means being able to keep her father’s legacy alive while building a reputation for herself as a boxing coach. But can Skye put aside her anger and mistrust of Jordan to save the boxing gym, while keeping him out of her heart?

Who knew drowning my woes would lead to the best sex of my life?
That would be my bestie. She’s the one that made me go out, drink too much to forget that I’m practically homeless in two weeks if I don’t find a new job, and basically live it up before reality sucker punches me again.

Releasing March 26, 2021

Releasing May 28, 2021

He gambled on her once and lost…
Years ago, Casino mogul Kase Chapman knew what he wanted. He wanted Abby Mccray, hometown princess, pastor’s daughter, and love of his life. And she agreed to run away with him to seek their fortune.

Releasing July 30, 2021

She’s about to teach him how to go full throttle…
Billionaire thrill-seeker Reece Hunter entered the Two Fox Bar like he did everything else. Confident his money could get him what he wanted. And what he wanted was its sexy owner.

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I have been writing for years and published my first book December 2015. Since then I have published over 18 novellas.

I am a romantic at heart and enjoy reading and writing romance novels. The best thing to ever happen to me was seeing a free nights and weekend commercial with Eharmony, Memorial weekend 2010.

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