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About the author:
Rita Sawyer writes contemporary romances. Her stories vary in heat level from sweet to sizzling, but hopefully they all have a hint of humor. She grew up in Massachusetts and lives there now with her husband and kids. More about Rita and her books can be found at www.RitaSawyer.com. Readers can contact her at [email protected]
What inspired you to write your book?
The inspiration for this book was really started with the idea for the series. Four heiresses that for better or worse deal with their families and the men that capture their hearts. I enjoy reading a good love story, but getting to throw in my twist is one of the best parts of writing. I like toying with all the what ifs that come along as I’m writing.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Mr. Grest opened the door and she walked inside. She stopped short when she spotted the guy sitting behind her uncle’s desk. His hair was short, dark brown, and it seemed there might be a slight curl to it if it wasn’t quite so short. The material of his charcoal grey suit was stretched across his wide shoulders. He lifted his head from whatever he was reading and their gazes met and held. Neither of them spoke, but his lips curved up into a smile. He went from ruggedly handsome to sinfully sexy in a heartbeat.
The lawyer came in behind her and closed the door. The loud click broke the connection between them. The guy, who she assumed was Dade Sebastian, got to his feet and rounded the desk. He was a good two inches taller than her, okay six if she was barefoot.
“Dade, glad you’re here. I’m not sure if you two have met. Rosie this is your uncle’s assistant Dade Sebastian. Dade, this is Teddy’s niece Rosalind Crestmont.”
“Nice to see you again.” Rosie offered him her hand.
His big hand wrapped around hers. “You too.”
Rosie gasped more because she recognized his voice from when she arrived, than the tingle she felt from his touch. Both were enough to make her ease her hand out of his grip. She glanced down needing a second to get herself under control. Rosie noticed the shiny black and gray cowboy boots he had on and remembered that her uncle had a similar pair.
“Why don’t you two have a seat and we’ll get right to it.” Mr. Grest waved his hand at the two empty chairs as he took a seat in her uncle’s chair.
Dade waited for her to sit before he did. Good looking and manners, so far the guy had two things going for him. The lawyer pulled a stack of papers from a folder on the desk and flipped a couple of pages. He smile and tapped a spot obviously finding what he was looking for.
“It seems that Teddy has decided to do things a little differently, which to anyone that knew him won’t come as much of a surprise.” His friendly chuckle had her relaxing a little.
She smiled and glanced at Dade, who hadn’t even cracked a grin. Rosie wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign. Dade had spent more time with her uncle than anyone she knew. Sure whenever she came to visit he’d made himself scarce, but she always figured he was somewhere close by. Her visits had been few and way too far in between lately, but she had made sure that her and her uncle talked at least once a week by phone or video chat. Teddy hadn’t talked much about Dade other than to say ‘that kid is the best, almost as good as you’. He must have been otherwise her uncle wouldn’t have trusted him the way he did.
“I thought we weren’t reading the will until tomorrow?” Dade finally said.
“See that’s the tricky part. Teddy left two versions of his will.”
“Why would he do that?” Rosie asked.
“Your uncle has a special request for you and Mr. Sebastian, if you decline then I’ve been instructed to go ahead with the second reading tomorrow.”
“He knew damn well he wasn’t going to need that second adaptation.” Dade’s response made it sound like he was ready to do whatever it was her uncle asked.
Rosie figured he was right, but she knew her uncle wouldn’t put her in any position without giving her a choice. “What does he want us to do?”