The Beautician and the Billionaire 6: Scene 1b


Charisse sat on the couch with her arms crossed over her body, watching Conor put on an exquisite suit and tie. Though all of his suits were expensive, she could tell this one had a higher thread count than his usual. Plus, the shirt had French cuffs. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out gold cufflinks with what looked like diamonds on the end. Continue reading

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 5: Scene 6b


Conor heard the line go dead. Why the hell would everything be okay after one night of solitude? Part of his mind said to let Charisse be, let her have her one night and everything would be fine like she said.

But the part of his mind that had made him his billions wanted him to push. Something was going on that Charisse wasn’t telling him about. He never trusted things to work out in his favor if he just sat back and watched. He’d watched Elise do whatever she wanted, and their marriage had unraveled. Continue reading

Corporate Fire is Free!

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She slept without dreams.

A hand on her waist and the backs of fingers brushing her cheek drew her into a foggy sort of consciousness. She opened her eyes to Royce gazing back at her with an expression she’d never seen on a man before. If her thoughts were clearer she might’ve described it as tenderness or sincerity, but those didn’t really cover all the emotions.

In her haziness all that registered was that this man made her happy, while others made her cringe. She turned her head so that her cheek pressed into his fingers. “You came back.”

His fingers straightened, allowing her cheek to settle into his palm. “I promised you dinner, remember? I’m sorry I woke you. It’s just that you look like a beautiful flower, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.”

“Mmmm, I don’t mind at all, but it’d be better if you kissed me again.”

He leaned in closer. His hand at her waist heated her through the material of her dress. His breath caressed her cheek. “I’m trying not to break your rules. We haven’t had three dates yet. Tonight is only our first.”

“Well,” she said, barely above a whisper, “we could count the night at the bar when you sent me all those sweet notes as our first date, this morning at breakfast as our second date and the ski race as our third date.”

He breathed in deeply and leaned in even more. “I don’t think so. They were unplanned, and the first one ended with you slapping me, the second one ended with you telling me to leave you alone and the third one ended with you breaking your leg. Dinner tonight will be our first date, and I hope a thousand times better than those.”

“You realize you’re forcing me to break my own rule again then.”

She lifted her head up off the pillow, just enough to kiss him. Her fingers wrapped around his neck to pull him down, but he pressed into her on his own and pushed her head back against the pillow. His hand slipped between her and the bed and slid up her back.

BB Episode 3 The Third Ship Scene 5


Saturday, Conor slid out of the back of his sedan, thanking his driver and asking him to wait a few minutes. He stood on the sidewalk in jeans and a short-sleeved button-up shirt, staring at Ma Charisse. He would’ve brought the papers with him, but he knew she wouldn’t sign them. While he admired her independence and will to set things straight, he didn’t want to wait however long it took her to get a loan before he saw her again. Continue reading

Episode 3: The Third Ship Scene 1d


When Conor walked back to the bathroom, Charisse stared at her phone again. She didn’t want to talk to Josh, but she shouldn’t have let Conor be the one to tell him off. A thrill of gratitude shot up her back, thinking about how protective Conor had been.

She shook her head. No. She needed to stick up for herself. She needed to fight her own battles.

The strains of Mozart from the desk no longer transported her to a Parisian court. Instead, the shrill violins scratched at her nerves. She clicked across the tiled floor, holding her palms to her head. She had to know the truth behind why Conor was her silent partner, or even if he was a silent partner and not something else.

When she stopped the music, she slumped into the chair. What had happened to the serenity in her life?

Behind her, she heard the bathroom door open and bare feet across the tiled floor. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation. Conor spoke first.

“I’m sorry about the argument with Marie,” Conor said. “I thought she and I were on good terms.”

Charisse sat up straight. Marie had to wait. She didn’t want to think about her sister and Conor together or why the date had failed. Her focus had to be on her salon.

She turned to speak and instead wished she was far away from the city with Conor—just the two of them relaxing on vacation.

Conor stood in a dark terry cloth robe left from when they’d had an in-house masseur. It was open enough she could see hair on his broad chest…not like a rug, but enough to appear manly rather than boyish. His wet hair was smoothed back, and his four-o-clock-shadow made him look like he’d taken the day off. But his blue eyes pierced into her with sincerity, making her wish even more that she didn’t have to deal with the noise surrounding their new relationship.

She gritted her teeth and stood up, refusing to be buttery and gooey on the inside while talking to him. She had to assert herself. She had to know what was going on with her salon.

“Before we talk about Marie, I want to know why you’re my business partner.”

He started to say something, but she cut him off right away.

“I don’t want to hear about ships or that my father owes you. I understand all of that. How did you find out about the salon? Daddy never talks about it. It embarrasses him. He wishes I was a socialite like Marie.”

Conor’s shoulders dropped barely a half an inch—not a slump, but enough for Charisse to know he really didn’t want to talk about the deal. He combed his fingers through his brown hair and said, “I’m not used to talking about business in a robe.”

Charisse stood up and walked over to the front waiting area where her customer Tanya had watched Conor get his hair cut. She grabbed a curvy chair, lugged it over and set it by the desk. She motioned to it and said, “Why don’t you have a seat. Maybe talking about it across a desk will help.”

Conor watched her walk around the desk and take a seat before he sat across from her. “You’re very accommodating,” he said.

“We’re all about customer service here.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit as if contemplating what he would say. She gazed back at him, forcing herself to be all business when what her body wanted was to return to the couch and start making out again.

“It’s no secret that I collect art,” he said. “So when I asked Roy what he thought would be a fair exchange for the loss of the ships, he pulled out his phone. I fully expected him to show me a picture of one of his paintings. He showed me a picture of Marie instead.”

Charisse blinked her eyes several times but kept her stare on Conor. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding. Her father wouldn’t trade Marie for his job. “I, I don’t believe you.”

Conor ran both hands through his hair. “I didn’t believe it either. I was shocked. He kept flipping through pictures of Marie on his phone, traveling around the world. And then he slid to one of you.”
She held her breath at the openness in his expression. He seemed almost scared.

He said, “There was something about your picture, about you, that made me want to get to know you. When I asked Roy who you were, he didn’t want to tell me. When I insisted, he told me about your salon and how you paid rent to him but you ran everything.”

“I don’t pay him rent. He doesn’t own this building.”

“I know. I own it. So when lie after lie kept coming out of his mouth, I had to find out what was going on, and then when I met you I was scared because you made me feel ways I haven’t felt since my wife passed away. I was rude to you because I hated those emotions, and I asked your sister out so you wouldn’t think I wanted anything to do with you. It was all so fucked up, and I’m sorry.”

He leaned across the desk as he spoke. The words poured out in a rush like he wouldn’t be able to finish if he stopped. His hands were flat on the desk. Charisse had to hold back from placing her hands on top of his. She’d never heard so much vulnerability from a man. She wanted to end the conversation here and declare everything all right between the two of them. But she hadn’t heard about the contract yet.

“So why didn’t you just take a painting from Daddy. Why did you insist on being my partner?”

“Because I knew I had screwed up with you from the very beginning, and I thought being a business partner with you would be a fresh start. I’m sorry I got carried away and kissed you, but it had nothing to do with the contract or the deal between me and your father. I’m crazy about you.”

Charisse’s emotional heart collapsed, and she knew her resolve would soon follow. She gripped her hands together in her lap. “If what you say is true, then I want to see the contract. I don’t understand how the transfer could happen without me. I’m the owner.”

Conor’s face paled, and he leaned back. The thunder had stopped long ago, but the rain still drenched the city. He said, “Then we should meet in my office tomorrow. What time is good for you?”

B&B Episode 2: The Contract Scene 7c

Sorry this post is going up so late today. I’ve been writing 6-10 hours a day since the beginning of September, but it all came to a crashing halt today when personal events collided. Remember if you’re anxious to read the end of Episode 2: The Contract, you can buy it at All Romance and now Amazon for only $0.99. I would truly appreciate your support. I love having people read my work, but I’m also trying to make a living at this 🙂 

And now back to Conor and Charisse:


Strains of Mozart galloped through the air as Conor stared back at Charisse. He didn’t want to answer her question about the contract. Of course, he’d come prepared to sidestep it, but his desire to lean in and brush his lips against hers fogged up his brain. She’d looked like an orchid when he arrived, ready to lose all her petals if a gust of wind blew by. He could understand why her family tried to protect her. But then she’d changed into a rose right before his eyes—still delicate, but with thorns ready to defend herself. He shouldn’t have laughed when she’d yelled at him about yesterday. He should’ve apologized instead.

And then the phone call from whoever Josh was. It’d caught him off guard. No one had said she wouldn’t date him because she already had a boyfriend; they kept telling him she wouldn’t date him because she hated him. Thank God Josh was an ex. He’d been far too jealous in that moment for anyone’s good. Continue reading

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 2: The Contract Scene 7

canstockphoto9830487Charisse stood, rattled by the unexpected call from Josh mixed with the tug at her spirit to reach out to Conor. It was the same feeling she had the first time she saw him—the desire to get to know him, to date him.

She waited for his corporate expression to slide back over his face, but it didn’t happen. Continue reading

B&B Episode 2: The Contract Scene 5d


Conor unfolded the contract, willing the adrenaline in his body to dissipate. He needed a clear mind now. Obviously the contract was going to be different than expected. He couldn’t let thoughts of Elise ruin his rationality.

As he took in the contract, he dropped his stoic mask and allowed his eyes to widen. He raised his head and saw Roy frowning at the clouds rolling in. Lightning flashed far away.

“You’re a bastard,” said Conor. “How did you even get her to sign this?” Continue reading

B&B Episode 2: The Contract Scene 5


Conor leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. Marie glared at him with her nose turned up, defying him to say no to her request to become a florist. He said, “You want to do floral arrangements? There’s a lot of training that goes on. It’s not something you can jump into.”

“So get them to train me.”

Conor rocked back just a bit in his chair. He recalled that Roy had told him she’d attended Bryn Mawr. “What did you study at Bryn Mawr?” Continue reading

B&B Episode 2: The Contract Scene 4b

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And now back to Charisse and her lady luvs:


“Conor Grishin is going to be a partner at Ma Charisse?” asked Letti with her hands on her hips. Her French manicured nails seemed like small weapons—like she was already preparing for war with Conor. Continue reading