Publication Day Celebrations - Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride - (8/12/17)

Publication Day Celebrations 

Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride 

by Sun Chara 

I'm very Excited to be Taking Part in the Publication Day Celebrations for the beautiful book -

Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride 

I would like to thank Rachel Random Resources and Sun Chara for inviting me along to celebrate!

Below is all the information you need plus an Extract from the book!

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Book Information 

Is his reluctant bride a business risk or a personal necessity?

Stan Rogers, recluse millionaire, must negotiate a risky deal with Stella Ryan, the exotic beauty from his past, to gain custody of his son. But how can he close the deal with her, the one and only woman who flips his switches and pegs him as the enemy?

Martial artist Stella knows she should steer clear of Stan, the man who had shattered her heart and could still destroy her. Four years have passed since their hostile business deal, and now, the American financier is proposing holy matrimony…but she’s the reluctant bride wondering, what’s he up to?

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Book Extract 

Chapter 1

Friday 4:00 a.m.

Stan Rogers had to bring her here, even if he had to resort to ‘unusual’ methods.  Had to get the exotic beauty to agree to his terms.  He rubbed the sting from his eyes and the crick from his neck.  

A gust of air hurled through the half-open window of his office, bringing with it the scent of Douglas fir.  He didn’t even flinch at the icy bite on his face.  A wake-up call?  Rolling up his sleeves, he dismissed the foolish notion and flicked the desk lamp on.  The glare sliced across the shadowed room.  

    He had no choice.  It was either her or his son.  He’d asked once and

she’d refused.  Clamping down on the pricking of his conscience, he swiveled

in his chair and paced the two burly men’s approach.

"Bring her."  He slapped his hand on the mahogany desk, his words chips of ice.  "Today."

***

Friday 10:00 a.m.

He was behind it.  Stella sensed it in her gut, and that made him a

dangerous adversary.  Perspiration seeped from her pores and made her jogging

suit stick to her skin.  A moist drop slid between her breasts.  Sun glare made her

squint.  Her mind catapulted.  

“I asked you to bring her here,” he muttered, his words directed at her two sheepish escorts.  “But not floundering in a fish net.”  He bounded over the two steps of the mountain lodge and landed with ease, the gravel crunching beneath his boots.

In two strides, he bridged the distance and halted not two feet from her.  His heat filtered to her…his aftershave…she wrinkled her nose.  Scents of spruce blended with it, and she couldn’t place it.  Couldn’t place him.  A niggle nudged her brain, and then vaporized.

“You all right?” he murmured, his hawk-like gaze on her.

Stella’s knees almost buckled, and she gripped the trunk of a nearby pine.  Her knuckles grazed the bark.  A sliver pierced her skin, and she sucked in a breath, gritting her teeth against the sting of the abrasion.

"Take it off her at once."

    While the two bumblers fumbled to extricate her from the twine, Stella staked out her surroundings and zoned in on her captor.

He towered above her, legs slightly apart and shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans; the movement stretched his sweater—of Native Indian design—taut across his chest, hinting at the muscle beneath.  His casual stance

bespoke of power, ownership, confidence.

Sexual energy.

Her side stitched a warning.  

He looked rugged as the Canadian Rockies, and hard.  Flint hard.

Autumn sunlight glinted off the gold in his hair.  A shade lighter than his close-cropped beard, it brushed his shoulders.  His laser-sharp eyes reminded her of an ocean storm…dark, turbulent.  The oddest feeling rocked her stomach; the force of his gaze set off signals of another sort in her brain, yet unclear.  Through the racket in her head, a spark of a memory flared, but she couldn't grasp it.

    “This is the ogre,” she murmured to herself.  Goosebumps skittered on her skin, and not entirely caused by November air piercing her clothes.  

The flick, Shrek flashed through her mind, and a smile struggled for place on her mouth.  She bit it away.  The man looming over her didn’t appear a benevolent green giant.  

And she was no princess; just an ordinary working girl.  

So what did he want with her?

"What’s going on?”  Stella rubbed her uninjured hand over her arm to

ward off the chill.   “Explain.”

“Of course.”  He stroked his chin and tilted his head.  A gold earring glittered, and it was like a sledgehammer hit her brain.  

    Blood drained from her face and her heart smashed against her ribs. By

sheer force of will, she stood her ground and flexed her fingers.  At the slightest provocation her hands could morph to hammer fists.  This man, Stan Rogers, could destroy her.  She reeled and the past rushed in…

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Author Bio 

Sun Chara, an Amazon top 100 bestseller, writes sexy, hip ‘n fun contemporary romance for Harper Impulse. JABBIC winner, Manhattan Millionaire's Cinderella launched her writing career, spinning the 'global millionaire’s series'. She makes her home in southern California, and has appeared on stage/film to rave reviews in How the Other Half Loves, General Hospital, and McGee and Me. With a Master’s Degree in Education, and membership in SAG/AFTRA and Romance Writers of America, she enjoys sipping designer Frappuccinos topped with whipped cream/sprinkles, and dancing on the beach…making everyday a celebration!

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