The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 9: Scene 5

Good morning! I hope you had a great weekend! I started work on the next Holiday Cafe book and the publishing version of Shifting into Love. Lots of stuff coming up after Episode 9!

Conor touched a button on the steering wheel to end the call with Charisse and pressed down on the accelerator of his Bugatti Chiron. He needed to get to Charisse. He’d wanted to surprise her on Tuesday, but screw that. She needed comfort now.

The car felt like a plane flying through traffic, but Conor was only focused on getting to his destination and not the enjoyment.

After five minutes, he called Raul.

“How does she look?”

Raul answered with distraction in his voice. “She was pale before she went in to meet Gianna.”

“And now?”

“I’m just pulling up to get her…oh no.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“She’s asleep on a bench in front of the hospital.”

“Asleep? Get me Dr. Beaumont’s number now.”

Raul’s voice sounded sharp. “Where are you, sir?”

“Halfway there.”

“And who’s driving?”

“I am.”

“Then I’m not getting you the number. She wouldn’t tell you anything anyway.”

“She should. I’m paying the bill.”

“You know better. If Charisse needs another doctor I’ll call one here. Now do you want to keep arguing and get in a wreck, or should I go get Charisse?”

“Go get Charisse,” he growled and hung up. He hated being useless. He should’ve left the mansion sooner, but the teleconference with his lawyers had dragged on. Darnell hadn’t been happy with Conor staying behind, but that’s why he got the big bucks.

Conor thought strategically it might turn out better. His lawyers could suss out the situation, bring the fear and then he could show up to make the heads roll.

He turned the music up and pressed down on the accelerator again. Raul would take care of Charisse. She was fine. But he kept driving faster like he didn’t believe it.

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 9: Scene 4b


Inside the hospital, the lights were too bright like they were trying to cover up all the sickness inside. A family stood at the information desk with worried expressions while a toddler zoomed around oblivious to concerns. Other people slumped in chairs in the expansive lobby.

She clicked on the texts from Marie and found the room number. As she rode the elevator up, she put lip gloss on and scrunched her hair, more out of habit than a last ditch attempt to impress her mother. Maybe Gianna wouldn’t be there.

The doors opened on Daddy’s floor, and she asked a nurse which way to the room.

“I’m so glad you made it,” said the nurse, who was short and round with happy crinkles at the corners of her eyes. “He’s been asking for you.” She showed her to the room.

Charisse took a deep breath and stepped inside. No Gianna. No Marie. Just Daddy with an IV in his arm. He looked like he’d aged ten years.

“Princess,” he said, lighting up.

“Daddy,” she said, rushing to his bedside and giving him a hug.

“I was so worried you wouldn’t come. I’m sorry about everything: the salon, the investigator, everything. Becca called and told me she didn’t really believe Conor killed his wife. She was just angry and blaming him for the loss of her sister. I was only trying to protect you.”

Charisse had never heard her father gush out an apology. She pulled away but held his hand. “The salon is all mine, so I’d like to put that behind us. I don’t need your protection anymore. I need you to be honest with me. Do you have any idea how devastated I was knowing I couldn’t trust you anymore?”

“It was all to keep you safe, but I know. I’ll be different from now on. I promise.”

Charisse had her doubts, but he seemed genuine in trying to make amends. “And Conor’s my boyfriend, so you’ll have to be nice to him.”

Daddy started to bluster and then saw her arm. “Be nice to him? Did he do that to you?” He pointed a fat finger at the bruises and scratches.

Charisse released his hand and held her arm to cover it up. “Josh did that.” Her pregnancy hormones were trying to get the better of her by making tears spring to her eyes. It suddenly all felt overwhelming. Just yesterday she saw Josh, and now her dad was in the hospital and her mom was back. And Conor was on his way to China.

“Josh? What the hell is he doing here?”

The machine monitoring his pulse started to beep like crazy.

“Daddy, calm down. It’s over. I’m fine.” She was so stupid. She hadn’t even thought about covering up her arm to see him.

The machine kept beeping faster, and a couple of nurses rushed in.

“What happened?” asked the one who’d greeted her.

“It’s my fault. I said something to upset him.”

“Why don’t you go out for a minute?”


The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 9: Scene 4


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

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 9: Scene 3b

Good News!!! With a lot of hard work and a lot of coffee, I’ll be sending out all of the personalized copies of Nails for a Billionaire today and releasing it for sale! I’ll post here when it’s available, so come back this afternoon.


She decided to go upstairs to change. It was a conversation for normal clothes and not lacy negligees. She heard him say hello as she reached the stairs. To her surprise he said, “Marie? Yeah, she’s right here.”

With a curious expression in his eyes, he held the phone out to Charisse. She took it and said, “Marie?”

“There you are. I’ve been freaking out calling you all morning. Daddy’s had a heart attack.”

“A heart attack?” Charisse went numb. “Where is hee

“We’re at Mount Sinai hospital. Can you get over here?” Marie sounded on the verge of tears.

Conor placed an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She should be emotional like Marie, but at the moment she felt nothing. “I’m in the Hamptons, but I’ll leave right now.”

“There’s something else you should know,” said Marie, sounding calmer—almost detached.

“What else?” Charisse heard panic in her own voice. At least she didn’t sound like a robot anymore.

“Mother’s here. She showed up at Daddy’s favorite breakfast place. And then he had the heart attack.”

Charisse swayed. Conor tightened his grip on her. She didn’t know how long she stood there without speaking.

Marie said, “Are you still there? Did you hear me?”

“What is Mother doing there?”

Conor’s body tensed against hers.

Marie said, “I don’t know. Mother’s either in the room with us like she’s a worried wife, or she’s out getting coffee. She hasn’t really spoken to me. I need you here.”

Charisse took a deep breath. Anger and fear started to battle inside her. Maybe it’d be better to stay in shock. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Hang in there.”

“Okay. Mother’s coming back. Maybe she’ll talk to me this time.”

The line went dead.

Charisse stared up at Conor, dropping the hand holding the phone to her side.

He cupped her face. “Are you okay? Did Roy have a heart attack?”

She nodded. “I, I have to go.” She turned away from him and headed up the stairs.

He followed her and said, “I’ll have Raul bring the car around. Do you want me to go with you?”

She stood in the doorway of his room, unable to think where her clothes were. “You have to go to China.”

He slipped the phone out of her hand. “I can send my lawyers ahead and stay with you until you see Roy’s going to be okay.”

She recalled all her clothes had been unpacked and put into drawers. She headed over to the dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out underwear, jeans and a top. Her mother was back without warning or explanation.

She tossed the clothes on the bed, sat down on it and started unbuckling her sandals.

“Did you hear me, Charisse?”

She dropped a sandal to the floor. It hit with a thud against the hardwood.

“My mother’s here,” she said.

Conor ran his fingers through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed, appearing nervous.

When he didn’t say anything, she went back to changing her clothes. “She won’t even talk to Marie. Why did she suddenly show up if she’s not going to talk to us?” She yanked her jeans on and shoved her arms into a black t-shirt.

“It might not be as sudden as you think,” said Conor slowly.

Mother’s Day Marble Nails

I hope everyone had a great day celebrating with your mothers or being the mother celebrated! I enjoyed the family gathering at Il Vicino which is a lovely pizza place here and in Colorado I believe. I’m still stuffed and we ate at noon!

I did my nails up fancy and wanted to show them off to you. I’m still not getting the perfectly symetrical effect that I see on the web, but I like the results. I tend towards the chaotic anyway.


jewel marbling

Be sure to come back tomorrow and find out more about Charisse collapsing right before the party!

The Beautician and the Billionaire 6: Scene 7


Charisse’s mind was in the zone as she brushed dye on Tanya’s roots. Tanya’s daughter had thrown a party while Tanya was out of town with her husband, and the cops had been called. Charisse was always surprised when customers told her these stories because she always kept her life to herself. She didn’t want people knowing the dirty details of contracts and billionaires. She hadn’t even been able to tell her lady luvs yet that she’d be gone all next week or tell Letti she’d be in charge. But Tanya seemed to revel in complaining about the disaster. Continue reading

The Beautician and the Billionaire 6: Scene 6


When Conor saw Roy and the captain sitting at the table of Maloney & Porcelli with the two other crew members, anger colored his thoughts. Everyone stood up as he approached. He shook the captain’s hand, followed by the first mate and doctor of the ship. The other two were the same age as the captain or maybe a little older. He nodded his head curtly towards Roy and sat down. Continue reading

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 4: The Past Scene 1

Welcome back to The Beautician and the Billionaire. When we last left off, Charisse had run into the last man to see her mother. He’s now Conor’s driver. Enjoy!


Charisse closed her mouth and tried to smile. She remembered chatting with Raul as a child when he drove her back and forth to school. They’d talked about books and sports, and he’d never talked down to her. But the betrayal by her mom, when she’d abandoned them, bled over into her memories of Raul. He’d quit his job after taking her mother away.

Conor asked, “You two know each other?” Continue reading