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When she’s not writing she loves barbeque’s with family and friends, photography, movies, music, and of course reading. She was influenced by the works of Diana Gabaldon, Stephanie Meyer, Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I’m fucking Cash Green,” I purr into the ear of my next conquest. She’s exactly my type. Blonde extensions, over plump lips, fake tits and way too much makeup. Just trashy enough not to fall in love, but not too trashy to fuck. These women don’t expect breakfast in the morning let alone a commitment. Some people might call me a playboy, but I hate that term. I’m just a wealthy, young man with a high sex drive and a tendency to get bored quickly. Lucky for me, this latest lay is playing hard to get.
“Should I know that name? Sounds like a poor attempt to sound impressive. Who actually names their son Cash Green?” She scoffed, turning her back on me. Challenging, I love it. I circle around to stand in front of her.
“My father actually. Had a sick sense of humor I guess or was just really blinded by his love of the dollar bill. The fact that Green is my last name can be blamed on my ancestors, can’t control that.” Really, Cash was my mother’s name and it had nothing to do with money but that’s none of blondies business. The irony of my name is it came from my maternal grandfather, Cash Smith, a middle-class hands-on working man who was definitely not rolling in dollar bills. However, this woman needs to know nothing more than I’m the man who runs the largest advertising agency in the country. Everybody knows my name. Women line up for a chance to win my heart. Too bad for them, my heart can’t be won. The only woman who will ever have my heart is my gran. All others are for fun and to keep my cock satisfied.