one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s
attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairytales happen,
in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s
Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.
professional interests turn personal. Realising they lack trust and confidence
in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams
forever going to be their safe haven?
promotional tac-tics, banners, teasers, etc., one file was full of teasers, brilliant
for her to work with and design.
earth he’d turned to her for help, when he could go massive, go for the larger
blogs and networking sites. Her little site was nothing compared to the larger
companies he could have chosen. Why the
heck did he pick me? Surely he’s after something else!
ask a question.
you really Dean McClough?
yes I am, I am the real man himself, the man behind Jordan Hale, mastering and enjoying
the female form.
crap! She was starstruck. A large lump filled her throat; unsure how the
hell she could continue the conversation without him thinking she was a freak.
cannot believe I am talking to Dean McClough, have you anything to prove you
really are him? Sorry, but I cannot believe it is really him, you are him, my
words are messed up…lol.
he planned to show her to prove he was him.
give me one second…would my office and pictures on my wall do the job? Never
done this before…lol
that is fine…I think!
The picture arrived, and there was his office, laptop, notes, his books, pens,
pictures framed on the wall of his front covers, and to finalize, their
conversation on his laptop. Stunned, speechless… He was a typical author, notes
and research all over the place. She laughed and then sucked in a deep breath,
releasing it slowly. She shook her head, going through so many emotions, her
tummy tied in knots, not believing a bestseller was on his laptop talking to
her. It didn’t make sense.
thank you, just shocked that you’re talking to me…why?