The Wrong Target
A Valentine Rom-Com
Blurb:
Headmistress, Tina blackberry and business tycoon, Ryan Thomas can't control events after Ryan's daughter steals his coveted golden arrow and takes it to school. But put Cupid on the job and nothing can go wrong, or can it?
Excerpt:
“Goddamit,” he exploded, “Can’t you stand still for one second? I have something to say, but I can’t while you’re jogging round the room.”She halted toe to toe in front of him. “You have me dismissed from a job I loved, because I upheld the
safety of my pupils, and still have the audacity to stalk me to my holiday destination and demand I listen to you because you have something to say?”
Flapping her hands at her sides, she spun away and back again, planting her hands on the chair arms, she pinned him in his lace and snarled, “Let me tell you something. I’ve come here to enjoy myself and your presence isn’t part of my plan.”
“What
is your plan?” he demanded.
“To get laid!” Astonishment pushed her away from the
chair, her eyes wide, her lips curved up in a defiant sneer. “I intend to find
myself a man and screw the living daylights out of him. And,” she paused
deliberately, “I don’t need you for that.”
Headmistress, Tina blackberry and business tycoon, Ryan Thomas can't control events after Ryan's daughter steals his coveted golden arrow and takes it to school. But put Cupid on the job and nothing can go wrong, or can it?
Excerpt:
“Goddamit,” he exploded, “Can’t you stand still for one second? I have something to say, but I can’t while you’re jogging round the room.”She halted toe to toe in front of him. “You have me dismissed from a job I loved, because I upheld the
safety of my pupils, and still have the audacity to stalk me to my holiday destination and demand I listen to you because you have something to say?”
Flapping her hands at her sides, she spun away and back again, planting her hands on the chair arms, she pinned him in his lace and snarled, “Let me tell you something. I’ve come here to enjoy myself and your presence isn’t part of my plan.”
“What
is your plan?” he demanded.
“To get laid!” Astonishment pushed her away from the
chair, her eyes wide, her lips curved up in a defiant sneer. “I intend to find
myself a man and screw the living daylights out of him. And,” she paused
deliberately, “I don’t need you for that.”