FINAL SNEAK PEEK-LINE TO MY HEART
Heyyyy reader!
Tomorrow C. Monet returns with Line to My Heart and we have one final sneak peek to share with you before it goes live! This is one book you don’t want to miss out on! Keep on reading to see just what we mean!
SYNOPSIS
A ‘Good Morning, Beautiful’ text has the potential to kick start a glorious relationship. Often times it’s the first sign that you may be dealing with a true gentleman. It just so happens that Ignacio Porter created a new wave of alarm systems with women in mind. What started out as a joke among friends has turned him into a millionaire with clients stretching across the world. Women are signing up in droves to receive what Charlotte Wright thinks is a sure sign of desperation, a call in the morning from a man you don’t know.
Ignacio is about his business and believes in structure and boundaries. When one employee threatens that structure, he is forced to fire him and take over his clients until he can be replaced. Charlotte is in his sights, but it would make him a hypocrite and that title doesn’t fit him well.
Charlotte is a divorce attorney, single mother, and on the verge of losing her run for partner with her carefree attitude towards attendance. A trusted friend signs her up unbeknownst to her and she is left to decide if she will become a part of the desperate tribe or allow it to change her life in a major way.
A hot fling is not her idea of romance but after one phone call its clear to both Ignacio and Charlotte that they may have sparked something with a simple good morning. But obstacles arise when the true colors are exposed by outside influences. Is love on the line for Charlotte and Ignacio? Or will rules not meant to be broken cause them to disconnect?
SNEAK PEEK
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked. I cleared my throat and dipped my head again. Again, my body began to tingle, and my mouth was overcome with moisture. “Is that a yes Charlotte?”
“Can you please stop saying my name like that,” I requested feeling nervousness overcome me all over again. My knee shook on the bar stool and he placed his large chocolate hand gently on it to calm it. Instantly it stopped and he spoke.
“Like what?” he asked leaning forward and lowering his voice. His voice echoed my own longings. I couldn’t really say what him saying my name did to me, but I knew it made me vulnerable.
“You know like what, you’ve been doing it every morning.”
“Explain to me what I’m doing because I don’t mean to offend you or do anything to ruin your mornings. You know I want the exact opposite.”
“It’s like a moan every time you say my name. It’s arousing and annoying at the same time. I don’t know whether to like it or shush you.”
“Well nah, I can’t stop doing that. I’m practicing,” he smirked. Turning my head over my shoulder I noticed Destiny tossing me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes because they were being extra right now. While he ordered our drinks, I took my mirror from my bag and checked my makeup.
“What are you doing here?”
“Releasing the stress you’ve caused me all week long. Since the first day I spoke with you I’ve had to jog, do pushups and a list of other shit to get your voice out of my head.”
“Oh no I think you have it wrong,” I retorted.
“Nah, I got it right. First you capture my attention with your voice, then come for my heart when you donated to my foundation and now you got my heart in your pocket from one glance. I would definitely say you’ve stressed a nigga out,” he smiled. The waiter brought our drinks and we toasted to finally meeting.
“I had no intentions of stressing you and now I feel bad because you’ve done the exact opposite for me,” I acknowledged as I seductively sucked from the straw. I felt his eyes burning a hole through me.
“That’s a man’s job and something you should get used to. But what brings you out tonight? You definitely didn’t run this by me this morning, Charlotte.”
“I didn’t think you wanted to hear about me hitting the streets to celebrate my divorce being final for five years. Didn’t seem like something you’d be interested in,” I responded with a shrug. I don’t know why admitting I was divorced made me feel embarrassed or tainted but it did. I rarely spoke with people about it. Whenever I was asked if I was married or had ever been, I clammed up. I was uncomfortable talking about it. What most people assumed was probably true, Todd cheated, moved on with no problems and now I was left with a large S on my chest.
“Of course I want to hear about the last man fucking up and moving out the way. I would have sent some flowers or champagne to help you celebrate.”