I’ve been wanting to do special Shifting Into Love nails, but the story and the cover are taking all of my skills, which drains all of my energy.
And the stories aren’t paying my bills yet, so I’m in search of a job. I had interview two today for a choir directing job I’d really like to get. I’m having a third interview for it in a couple of weeks. Was it the nails that got me the third interview? 😉
In the morning, Charisse awoke to an empty bed, but she still smiled. Conor had said he’d be leaving early to make sure everything was ready at the salon. She couldn’t wait to see what he’d done. Continue reading
Good morning! At least for some of you 🙂 I spent the weekend at the Colorado Renaissance Fair, and it was great. I’m afraid I have no pictures because I was just there hanging out and getting a much needed creative recharge as I shift into stories after The Beautician and the Billionaire.
Speaking of Shifting…I’ll post news tonight about Shifting into Love. I’m going to start posting twice a day on weekdays again and once on the weekend days. Please follow me so you don’t miss a post! I imagine a lot of you will be sound asleep when I post in the middle of the night 🙂
And now on with the last episode of The Beautician and the Billionaire:
Conor gripped Charisse’s hand as they walked through the hospital. Everything was going so well that he feared this visit with Roy would fuck it up. Continue reading
Charisse unpacked boxes of shampoo and conditioner in the quiet of Ma Charisse Monday morning. Strains of Mozart played gently in the background, and the scent of coffee pervaded without any stylists dying hair or giving manicures. Continue reading
The heaviness of a hand on her side drew Charisse to the brink of wakefulness. A kiss on her neck made her reach up and caress Conor’s cheek.
With a lurch of wakefulness she opened her eyes wide and flipped onto her back. The swing swayed. Continue reading
Conor rushed into his apartment and went straight for his bedroom. An empty bed stared back at him. The door to his bathroom was open, and the light was off. There was no indication she’d even been back there. It was early for bed, but since she’d fallen asleep in the middle of New York, he’d just assumed she would already be in bed. Continue reading
“Charisse, are you okay?”
Charisse sat bolt upright and tried to pretend like she hadn’t dozed off at a bus stop in front of the hospital. Raul had his hand on her shoulder and concern in his eyes. Continue reading
Charisse had kicked her black sneakers off long ago and had her knees pulled up to her chest. She’d spent the drive talking to Raul about moving in with Conor instead of about Gianna as she’d planned. Moving arrangements were a far easier discussion to have than her long lost mother giving her dad a heart attack by returning unannounced. Continue reading
Sorry I’m late posting today. I’m still exhausted. I’m gearing up to produce all the custom copies of Nails for a Billionaire and then uploading it on vendor sites. So I might be late posting for awhile.
In the scene that you missed, Conor asked Charisse to move in with him and her phone has been ringing on and off while they made love. You can read the missing scene here!
Charisse didn’t know what had happened to her when Conor asked her to move in with him. It was as if all her love for him had drowned out her ability to speak. She’d never experienced love so intense. She imagined it was because he’d asked her to move in before he even knew about the baby. She hadn’t really thought he’d do anything out of a sense of duty, but the desire to live together had meant more to her than she would’ve ever guessed. Continue reading
Good morning! The sex scene comes fast in this episode, so to speak. I’ll be skipping over it tomorrow, but you can read it here:
Charisse woke to find Conor gone. Glad for a moment to collect her thoughts, she slipped her hand to her belly. To tell or not to tell. He’d be gone to China soon. Though it would be a joyous way to part, she wanted to be able to spend time planning and basking in the happiness together. Continue reading
Evelyn Aster 