Meet Trent’s and Carrie’s new couple friends: Jon Javits and his wife Patty:
Jon (formerly known as Peter) left society when he got Patty pregnant and his mother demanded he pay the girl off and get on with his life.
Only he loved Patty. She was so different than society girls. She was fun, playful, and spontaneous. So instead, he married her which caused his parents to disown him.
The harsh realities soon came crashing in. Without his mother’s money and social contacts plus the lack of any marketable skills, Jon couldn’t find work. He turned to writing. (Liza has let him take claim to Her SkyRyder series, and they became best sellers.)
Between his two no-skills-required jobs and his book sales, Patty and Jon manage to live in NYC, in a small two-room apartment.
Unfortunately, Patty pops out a baby every year and a half. So matters get really tough for them. They’ve four boys now, all adorable and sweet tempered, but the stress of paying the bills is getting too much.
When Trent discovers how hard things are for Jon, he decides he’ll live with Carrie in her house, and Jon & family can have his penthouse.
When Jon and his family arrive at the penthouse, the oldest boy wants Mars to be his grand-father (they don’t have any grand-parents who will acknowledge them.)
When the elevators opened to Mars stern visage, Trent introduced Jon and Patty to his butler. The five-year-old stepped forward and held out his hand.
“I’m Davy. My dad says we have to do whatever you tell us. Does that make you like a grandfather? All my friends have two grandfathers, but I don’t have any.”
Mars’ eyes softened. “No, I’m the butler.”
Davy breathed in, evidently realizing Mars wasn’t signing on to be his grandfather. “Okay, but I’ll be good all the same.” He moved back to his dad and hugged his leg.
Trent thinks the kid is so adorable that he wants one, which he brings up later that night.
Carrie’s heart had fluttered at his words but she kept the conversation light so he wouldn’t terrify himself. “I don’t think Jon’ll give us one, no matter how much he likes his new home.”
Trent didn’t laughed at her joke. Instead, he rolled on top of her and nailed her with his “I’m serious” gaze. “I meant I would like you to make me nice children of our own.”
The weight of his body stirred salacious urges. “I’d like that, too,” she’d admitted. “Only we have to get your company fixed first.”
Carrie really needs to work on her romantic comebacks.
Oh Stupid Heart
Book Two of: A Long Road To Love
Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance
Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she’s off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.
Carrie Hanson couldn’t believe it. Her four year sex-drought was about to end. She shivered in anticipation until a sinking dread over came her. Oh God, what if I’ve forgotten what to do?
Trent pulled back from their kiss and studied her, his brow furrowed. “Are you cold?” He reached across her bed and tugged the edge of the comforter over her, tucking the fabric beneath her body so she became a human corndog.
She wiggled out of captivity and scooted across the bed, closer to him. “I’m fine. I’m just happy our horrible week is over and we can start anew. This time not as boss and an employee, but best friends who love each other.
Trent pulled her to his chest and kissed her. She opened her mouth to his and met his tongue with her own, determined to give as good as she got. His soft groan inspired her to do more.
She unbuttoned the waistband of his suit pants and slipped her hand beneath his boxers, determined to move matters along and end her drought forever. He broke their kiss and his hands captured hers.
He didn’t want her?
She turned away, mortified with shame…and confused. Why the hell had he kissed so provocatively if he didn’t want to make love to her? She tucked her head, so he wouldn’t read all the emotions bouncing about her confused head right now, but he forced her chin upward, his dark eyes somber and concerned.
“Carrie, I have screwed up every relationship I’ve ever been in. I think part of the problem is I gravitated to glamour girls with no brain and no personality, but I would have realized that if I had just taken a moment to talk to them first.”
This was the stupidest excuse she’d ever heard. “We’ve known each other for two years, in which time I’ve certainly established I’m not a glamour girl.”
He chuckled and nodded.
Her eyes narrowed and a low growl emitted from her chest. “You don’t have to be so quick to agree.”
“But you aren’t. You’re not an image of beauty, you’re the real thing. While I have no complaints about your small, but perfect body, silky long brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes, your real beauty comes from inside. When you smile I feel like I’m standing before an angel of joy.”
Now she saw where his thoughts headed. He didn’t want to make love to an angel. She recalled Elvis Presley did something this crazy. He refused to touch his wife after she bore him a child because he couldn’t make love to a mother.
She pulled her hand from his and gripped his shirt as she stared sternly into his eyes. “Do not go Elvis Presley on me. I am not an angel. I’m a small, catastrophe-prone woman who wants to make love to you.”
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Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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