Title: Monopoly Dad
Author: Skylar Sweeney
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Designs
Editor: Writer’s Best Friend Editing & Author Services
Publication Date: Mar. 15th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Sonny Wentworth parked his hotel on my Broadway, and all I can think about is passing O. Screw the two-hundred dollars; what I really want to collect is him.
Being a gossip columnist is a tough biz. When I discover the world’s richest criminal has a secret child, I leap at the chance to cozy up with him for a scoop.
There are worse ways to pay for my kid’s corn flakes than "dating" the hottest single dad in the universe.
Sure, with his criminal past, there’s a lot at stake if he finds me out. But that doesn’t scare kick-butt journalists like me.
It’s the falling in love part that has me shaking in my heels.
If I don’t get my hands on a scoop soon, I’ll be out of a job, but my hands are interested in playing with other things. (Can I get a "wink, wink"?)
It’s time to win me some prime real estate on the Monopoly Dad board. But what will happen if he finds out who I really am?
Skylar Sweeney is an author of romcoms and contemporary romance author who loves to write about sexy studs and gutsy girls with lots of giggles on top! He lives in on a little lake outside a tiny town in the Lone Star State with his collection of stuffed llamas and his beloved muse: Chihuahua Willa.
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“So… do you have a girlfriend?”
I stiffened as the most beautiful woman I’d seen since my iffy brain decided that supermodels weren’t for us flashed me a big smile and asked about my dating life.
“No,” I replied, forcing my gaze straight ahead. I was sure I seemed like a weirdo to her. I should say something more than “no.” Something that sounded… conversational. Like… “But my daughter bought me some.”
I realized how ridiculous that sounded the moment I said it, and I didn’t miss that what I’d said could be misconstrued as me paying for sex. Wonderful. I’d just informed the woman of my dreams that my daughter got me whores. Happy birthday, everyone.
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