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BLURB
It may take a criminal mind to be a savvy business
woman.
If so, Daisy is set and driven to succeed. But to hold on to what she's earned, she must live between black and white. She must spend her life in the gray.
That makes it difficult for a woman to know who she's dealing with, in business and in bed.
Idris made it his business to know hers, leaving no skeletons undiscovered. When the two meet, sparks fly and sexual tension ignites. Passion, lust, and desire come before sensible decision making.
Has Daisy gotten involved with the wrong person this time?
Can this gorgeous man be trusted, or is it him that needs to beware?
If so, Daisy is set and driven to succeed. But to hold on to what she's earned, she must live between black and white. She must spend her life in the gray.
That makes it difficult for a woman to know who she's dealing with, in business and in bed.
Idris made it his business to know hers, leaving no skeletons undiscovered. When the two meet, sparks fly and sexual tension ignites. Passion, lust, and desire come before sensible decision making.
Has Daisy gotten involved with the wrong person this time?
Can this gorgeous man be trusted, or is it him that needs to beware?
Daisy is a mixed race urban romance where the road
to true love is
anything but easy.
Download your copy of Daisy today.
anything but easy.
Download your copy of Daisy today.
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EXCERPT
(This is the opening chapter of Daisy. It's written
from her POV.)
They say the English are obsessed with the weather.
That’s where the phrase ‘it never rains, but it pours’ comes from. I
agree on both counts, with today being no exception. This is not the kind of
day you expect to fall in love.
I’m in London for meetings which I run from the
comfort of my private members’ club in Berkley Square. Needless to say, I spend
a lot of time there, breezing in and out as though I own the place - which I
guess, in part, I do.
My first appointment has shown up early, whilst the
train I took into the city from the suburbs was late.
Brilliant!
Plus, like I said, it's raining, heavy. And of
course, as is the case when the weather is so unexpectedly dire in the middle
of summer, there are no cabs. Whilst walking, even in my four-inch heels, is
quicker than a taxi around this neck of the woods, and despite me being late
already, avoiding the sharp edges of others' umbrellas whilst simultaneously
splashing rainwater up the back of my legs, was not my first option.
I’m rushing. Of course I am. I am a high-flying
business woman and my reputation in this game is everything. But, this guy has
come highly recommended from a contact I have trusted for the past few years,
so I’m more comfortable being later than is normal for me. Him coming with a
glowing endorsement means I've not felt it as necessary to prepare in the way I
normally would for a meeting of this magnitude. His great pedigree is as important
as being able to talk the talk in this industry, and consequently, I’m more
consumed with how I’m going to avoid the lecherous old age pensioners at
tonight's fundraiser. I’m attending alone which is always an issue. Rich, aged
men seem to think their finances, rather than their business acumen, are enough
to buy me. And when I say buy me, I mean my interest in their mind. Commerce
credibility from a pretty, young woman is difficult for them to grasp.
My hurried steps mean I’m not looking anywhere near
my best by the time I arrive at Kingsley’s with my black hair, which I
painstakingly straightened this morning, stuck to my head in dark ringlets. And
this is despite the soggy newspaper I’d used for protection. I deposit it in
the bin by the reception desk as I smile my hellos.
“Ah, looking dazzling as ever.” James, one of the
many staff members whom I adore, greets me at the entrance with a kiss on both
of my wet cheeks.
“Thank you, James. Where is my guest please?” My
eyes flit into the bar. All the visible tables are vacant.
James whispers, “Please, don’t worry. We seated him
around the corner, so he wouldn’t be able to see when you arrived.” His smile
shows genuine warmth held in the twinkle of his eyes.
“Oh, thank you, James. You really are a darling.” I
squeeze his elbow quickly before I dash off to the small toilet to straighten
myself out.
Tottering back with my glasses thoroughly wiped
clear of heavy rain drops and my black hair bunched behind my head in an
elegant knot, I’m feeling better.
Until I turn the corner into the bar and I see him
for the first time.
My appointment is here to talk about how he can
launder my money. He owns a bunch of businesses around this fair city - and the
world. I haven’t asked what kind; it’s of no concern to me. The least I know
the better in respect to self-preservation.
I expected a greasy little man with more arrogance
than penis. Whilst I’m not sure about the size of his member, it looks like
I’ve gotten everything else wrong.
He sits at the table sipping something clear and
sparkling. One hand rests against the base of the glass while he scrolls
through his phone with the thumb of his other. He emanates a peaceful aura and
in that millisecond something inside me shifts. The moment is over, he hears
the clack of my heels on the history laden floorboards and raises his dark eyes
to meet mine, with a glint of perfectly white teeth.
I’m surprised my knees don’t buckle, they’re shaking
that much, as I scramble to walk on the shiny surface without slipping, all
arse and knickers, on my backside. To my dismay, I don't think it's the
difficulty of walking on these old floorboards weakening my legs.
He stands as I approach. I'm tall, and he's taller.
Nice. The hand he extends to shake mine is warm against my clammy, cold palm.
His long fingers encase my slim ones.
“Daisy, I presume?” Despite his olive features, he
speaks with no accent. It's not an English accent, but simply undefined.
“I am. And you are Aaron?”
Don’t worry, it’s a mistake many people make.” He
gestures to the empty seat opposite him. I take a seat, stifling my sigh of
relief. And then I straighten my pink pencil skirt as I cross my chocolate
legs. The material suddenly feels too short for the occasion, so I half lift my
ass out of the chair and tug it down as far as it will go without threatening
to rip at the seams.
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AUTHOR
BIO
Karen Botha was born in Lincolnshire
England where her father was in the royal air force. As a young girl she always
had a passion for reading and writing. Working most of her adult life in
digital marketing didn't leave her much time to pursue her passion for stories.
At the age of 36 she retrained for a reflexologist and started working for
herself. This helped her free up more than enough time to enjoy
a re-found passion for writing.
Her first novel was inspired by true life
experiences and tales from clients. But don't believe everything you read.
She enjoys traveling rugby and motor sport, this
gives her inspiration and ideas for her books.
Buckle Up, the first in the new lgbt series is a mm
romance novel about a racecar driver and his mechanic, inspired by her love for
fast cars. Daisy, the first in her MF Mixed race urban romance series, Love,
was inspired by a trip to a private members club that one of her clients
manages. She can not go out anywhere without coming up with the plot for a new
series!
She currently lives in London with her Husband and
rescue dog called Shadow.
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