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Chapter One: Virgin For The Fourth Time: Barrington Billionaire's Series: Book Four
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Chapter One
“I think requesting to meet in North Carolina was a bit dramatic,” Bennett Stone said as he sat down in the empty chair across from her.
Zoey Henderson wasn’t about to dispute that fact. Visiting Thomasville hadn’t been on her bucket list, never mind meeting Bennett here. Yet, when she left her appointment in New York yesterday, she needed time alone to think, to clear her head, and to process what the doctors had discussed with her. That wasn’t going to happen in Boston. So she took I-95 and headed south. The Florida Keys sounded like the perfect place to unwind in February. Although, when she encountered a major detour taking her off the main highway, she’d been too deep in thought to pay attention to which turn she needed to take. It was too late when she realized she was lost and eventually ready to give up.
Calling any of her brothers would have them swooping down to her rescue. That’s what she was trying to avoid. They didn’t know about New York. She needed someone she could trust, someone who understood confidentiality. Unfortunately, that also meant calling the one person her brothers didn’t want her around. I hope calling him wasn’t a mistake. The last thing I need is anyone finding out what’s going on. At least, not until I’m ready to tell them.
A strong gust of wind blew off her wide-brimmed hat, and her dark hair whipped in front of her face. As she struggled to pull the unruly strands back into place, she saw Bennett trying to retrieve it. Each time he bent to grab the hat the breeze took it away again. If she weren’t here to discuss a serious matter, one potentially regarding life and death, she could’ve enjoyed the sight much more.
When he handed it to her, he sat beside her instead of across from her. “What’s going on, Zoey? Are you in trouble?”
Over the last two years, they’d crossed paths several times. Today he was all business, which was the first time she’d seen that. In the past, he’d flirted with her. That was probably just to piss my brothers off. I get it, but damn, a little flirting would be nice right now.
One thing she did understand? No man wanted her. Most fathers would do anything to protect their daughter’s reputation, but her father was on the opposite spectrum of what was considered normal when it came to raising children or anything else for that matter. Why would I think Bennett would be any different than what he’d read? After all, it was in black and white for the entire world to see. Thank you, Dad, for making my life a living hell. Zoey tried to brush those thoughts out of her mind. She hadn’t asked him to meet her for personal reasons. If anything, she should be grateful for his strictly professional manner. Then why am I also disappointed?
“Trouble? No. But I need your help.”
He arched a brow as he watched her. Bennett made her feel uneasy. Most people asked questions, but he wasn’t like most. Instead, he studied her. She felt her pulse quicken as though she had something to hide. That was the truth. She did. Otherwise she wouldn’t have asked him to meet her in such a secluded area. Her brothers hired him for a reason. Bennett wasn’t the laid-back, easygoing guy he often portrayed. In fact, looking at him now she saw a powerful, intimidating man who made her question her judgment in calling him.
“Coming here to meet was probably a mistake.”
“Only because you’re here on business. Let’s keep it that way. Tell me what’s going on. Why do you think you need my services?”
“Do you question my brothers when they hire you? Or is it just because I’m a woman?”
“Hell, no. I’m not chauvinistic. I understand why your brothers need my expertise and my protection. You’re different. I can’t see you pissing anyone off enough that they’d want to hurt you.”
Is that the only reason my brothers hire him? There has to be more to it than all that delicious muscle he has to offer. My brothers aren’t fools. They surround themselves with the best. That’s why Bennett’s my only choice.
“You’re right. But I’m not a pushover either,” Zoey said firmly as not to appear weak. “Remember, these men you’re talking about are my brothers, and I can hold my own with them.”
“Yet you dragged me here. Why? Hmm. I’d say because you don’t want your brothers to know. Am I correct?”
Darn him. He’s good. I need him. “Can I count on your discretion?”
“I won’t tell them, but I haven’t said I’ll take the job either.”
“My money not good enough for you, Mr. Stone?”
“Money doesn’t determine who I work for. If I don’t like who you are or what you want me to do, then I won’t take the job. No matter how much you want to pay me.”
He almost looked as though she’d insulted him. Good. A man with integrity. Maybe he won’t tell my brothers. “Nothing illegal. But I need you to understand, no one can know what you’re doing for me.”
“Understood. So what do you need? Protection?”
She shook her head. “No. I need you to find my mother.”
Zoey could tell he hadn’t expected that request.
Bennett sat back and asked, “Wouldn’t one of your brothers know who she is?”
“No one has ever spoken about her. It was . . . forbidden, growing up. My father was a . . . difficult man.” Even now she couldn’t bring herself to speak badly against him. God knows she had many valid reasons she should, but that wasn’t her. Zoey held all her pain inside, never allowing others to see it and unfortunately never dealing with it either. Taking this step to find her mother on her own was significant in itself, and something she couldn’t afford to fail at. “We don’t even have a name or photo. When my father died, I searched everywhere, hoping to find a clue, but there was absolutely nothing to go on. For some reason, he didn’t want us to know who she was.”
Bennett didn’t question what she’d said about her father. She could only assume that meant one of her brothers had shared information, or lack of any, with him already. For all I know one or all of them are looking for our mother too and are trying to hide it from each other. We are that family that holds everything inside, even things we shouldn’t. It wouldn’t surprise me if Bennett was already on the payroll.
“I sense an urgency in your voice.”
Zoey snapped her head away. She wanted him to do his job, but she didn’t want him knowing exactly why she needed the information. “Isn’t it enough to want to know who my mother is?”
His voice was softer than she’d expected when he spoke next. “If it were just that, then you wouldn’t be here with me. So let’s start from the beginning and with the truth.”
“I just want to find my mother.” No matter how hard she tried to look him straight in the eyes, she couldn’t. She looked down at her hands that were clasped in front of her. “Okay. I need to find her. There are questions that I can’t answer, and I’m hoping she can.”
Once, again he watched her. Hiding anything from him was going to be difficult if not impossible.
“It’s personal, Mr. St—”
“Bennett.”
“Bennett, can’t you just take the job as is without asking why?”
“I could. But I won’t. Knowing why is the only reason I may take it. It sounds as though you need a private investigator instead of me.”
“I want you.” She reached out a hand and grabbed hold of his forearm. Zoey couldn’t believe how desperate she sounded.
He looked down at her hand, then back into her eyes, and said, “So let’s get back to the truth.”
Zoey let out a deep breath of defeat. Her options had run out. Going home would only mean she’d have to ask her brothers for help. And they’d want to take full control. She was almost thirty-four and didn’t need anyone pulling more control away from her than she’d already lost. Why had her brothers decided it was their role to be her personal protector? She needed them when their father was alive, but now, when no protection was needed, they were worse than ever.
“I met with a specialist, and they’re asking for family medical history.”
“Because?”
“I’m having a few medical issues right now, and this is going to be important for them to help pinpoint what it is I . . . may have.”
“You’re sick, and you don’t want to tell Logan? Isn’t he a world-renowned physician?”
“Yes, a neurosurgeon. But I don’t want any of my brothers knowing yet. Once I have some facts, I’ll work out who I’ll share the information with.”
“I might be overstepping here, but you do know your brothers love you and would want to be there for you?”
“They’d argue about what’s best for me and browbeat me until I did it their way. It’s like having six fathers telling me what to do. I love them, but this is my life, and right now I need to do this for me. Can you understand that?” She could feel her hand tremble on his arm. It wasn’t just the fear of him ratting her out to her family, but it was also what the results may be.
“What exactly are we looking at health wise?”
“Does it matter?”
“To me, yes.”
She didn’t want to say it out loud. Doing so was only making it all feel more real than it already did. They’d done various blood tests to eliminate what it wasn’t, but still no answer to what it was. Her brothers had used Bennett in various ways for over the last few years. She knew he would be meticulous and would leave no stone unturned when working for them. She trusted him, but she never let people into her personal life. Surely knowing personal medical information shouldn’t be required to find her mother. This was going to take a certain level of trust on her part. She never let anyone into her personal life, not even her brothers. Yet Bennett was the one person she believed could pull off what no one else had. Although her brothers didn’t say they had tried to find their mother, she knew they had. “I have some lymph nodes which have become enlarged in my right axillary armpit. Also, my right kidney is not functioning fully. I continue to have reoccurring kidney infections. The ultrasound, X-ray, and CT scan don’t show anything, yet I have continual pain on that side.”
“And a family history will help narrow down the diagnosis?”
“Exactly. So you understand why this is so important to me?”
“I do. What puzzles me is why you want to do this alone?”
“I’m not. I’m doing this with you. That is if you’re taking the job.” Bennett shook his head, and she instantly panicked, thinking he was going to say no. “Please, Bennett. I need you to do this for me. I can’t trust anyone else.”
“I take it you’ve checked your birth certificate? And your brothers’ as well?”
She nodded. “No one listed under mother.”
“And hospital records? Records of birth filed with the city and state?”
“Blank as well. No city or state listed. I’m surprised we even have a date of birth, because every other detail is missing except my father’s information. It’s like a fairy tale where a stork delivered us.” If it wasn’t such a painful subject she might find telling this story humorous. But nothing about her childhood was funny. She pulled a paper from her purse and handed it to him. “Here is mine. My brothers’ look similar.”
She sat quietly as he looked over the copy of her birth certificate. Although his expression didn’t change much, she noticed his jaw twitch ever so slightly. Guess he’s never seen such a thing either. Maybe now he’ll understand why I need him.
“And you weren’t adopted?”
“No, I wasn’t. Well at least . . . no. I know I wasn’t.” She’d never thought about that before. Was it possible? If she was, her brothers would’ve found some record of it long ago. Besides, they looked like family.
Bennett acknowledged her answer, but she could tell he wasn’t fully convinced. It didn’t matter. She might not know who her mother was, but she knew her father. There have been many times I wish I didn’t, but James Henderson was my father.
“How are you going to explain me to your brothers? They’ve made it very clear you’re off limits.”
Off limits? That’s putting it lightly. They might as well put a sign on me that says trespassers risk getting shot.
She was thrilled she had at least piqued his interest. Good thing I brought proof of how crazy this is. Step one complete. The rest is on him. That is why I’m hiring him. But surely there won’t be much cause for him to be around me. He’ll be researching. “Hmm. You don’t strike me as a person who plays by someone else’s rules.” Zoey meant to challenge him on that. And from his reaction it worked.
“No one stands in the way of something I want. Don’t forget that, Zoey.” He got up, but before leaving her, he said, “I’ll take the job, but from this point on, you hide nothing from me. Understood?”
Bossy. She nodded. “What do you need from me?”
“DNA samples from you and your brothers.”
“And how do you expect me to get that without raising suspicion?”
“You’re going to host a Valentine’s Day party for your family and show off your new boyfriend.”
“I’m what? And who is this mystery man of mine?”
He pulled her up into his arms and looked deep into her eyes. She wanted to pull away, but couldn’t. There were many times she’d fantasized about him, but she knew a man like Bennett would never want her.
His lips were so close to hers, she parted them, waiting, wanting. But he didn’t kiss her. Instead, Bennett said, “I’m your latest lover, Zoey. You pull together the party, and I’ll do the rest.”
Before she could regain her composure, he let her go.
“That’s only three days away.”
“I move quickly. If you want my help, we do this my way.”
And now you take the control away from me. Zoey wanted to tell him what he could do with his assistance, but she had to push past her frustration and remember he was result driven. And that was the only thing important right now.
“Then I guess I better get back to my hotel. I’ve got a party to plan.”
As she walked past him, she heard him say, “Good, my love. See you at the party.”
Zoey didn’t even turn back as she rolled her eyes. There is no way that man is going to make it out of that party in one piece, acting like that. He won’t be collecting DNA. He’ll be spending the night in the emergency room.
She was glad he didn’t probe any further. The last thing she needed was for him to find out these issues were caught during in vitro testing. Her biological clock was ticking. Zoey was willing to accept that no man would want her with her tarnished reputation, but that didn’t mean she should go without a family too. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen until I know what’s going on with my health. I’m going to get those answers one way or another.
Zoey Henderson. Beautiful, off limits Zoey Henderson.
Bennett watched her as she walked back toward the hotel across the street. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was I thinking? I’m her new lover? That’s a bullshit line even for me.
He knew he should follow Zoey and tell her not to plan any party. Bennett was damn good at what he did. He’d spent many hours undercover to obtain what he needed. However, this wasn’t one of the instances where being undercover was required. He had access to most of the family. He didn’t need DNA for all five brothers, but when he’d seen the copy of the birth certificate he knew something was off. Zoey might not question if she was adopted, but he never ruled anything out. The DNA testing would do exactly that.
When he said he’d pretend to be her lover, he’d been testing her to see how badly she wanted his help. The Zoey he’d come to know over the last two years never would’ve accepted that option. No snappy retort took place. Instead, she hurried off worried about how she’d pull a party together in such short notice. At one point, it looked like she wanted me to kiss her. Kiss. Her.
There’s still something she’s not telling me. Until I know everything, I’ll look, but the answers are staying with me.
Bennett was in no rush to head back to an empty hotel room. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone and started researching the family history. Finding a mother of six children of one of the most influential families in New England can’t be too hard.
If her brothers had searched before, why hadn’t they found anything? He could understand if it was one child who never had seen the woman, but there was no way Brice couldn’t remember her. Brice would’ve been six years old when Zoey was born and ten for the youngest, Dean. He knew something but for some reason wasn’t sharing. That alone was a red flag.
He came up with a lot of articles regarding the father, James Henderson, but not one mention of him with any woman, never mind the mother of his children. How could one man father six children and there be no evidence or knowledge of the mother? There was no marriage certificate on record, and all their birth certificates listed the father only. He’d never witnessed such a thing.
These people weren’t hatched or dropped off by aliens. They have a mother. So why not list her? Were they closed adoptions? They look enough alike to be siblings but that doesn’t mean they are.
After two hours of research turned up nothing tangible, he closed Google and slipped his phone back in his breast pocket. Bennett hadn’t been sure he wanted to take on this assignment. Honestly, it sounded like something that’d bore the shit out of him. He should’ve remembered he was dealing with the Hendersons. They weren’t the average family by any means. What looked like run-of-the-mill details always had more twists than a roller coaster.
Zoey’s situation wouldn’t be any different. Hell, I know better. Usually, the one you don’t expect is the one who’ll throw you for a loop. He thought of how her deep brown eyes were practically pleading for his help. When she’d grabbed his arm, he was already lost. He’d been attracted to her since their first meeting two years ago when Brice hired him to ensure the safety of his family and Lena. He’d thought her easy on the eyes. But the more they spoke, he’d realized she was so much more than she appeared to be. He wouldn’t call her fearless, but she liked to challenge authority. He found that sexy, and it made things a bit complicated. But rules were rules, and he knew better than to get emotionally involved with a client.
I know better than getting involved with someone I find . . . interesting. I need to tell her I can’t take this job. I know people to recommend. Hell, even my buddy, Beckett Davis, would be better for this than I am. The Hendersons know him as well. She should’ve called him. It would have been better for everyone if she had.
He was about to give Beckett a call when he saw a familiar number calling in. Well, that’s fast.
“Stone here.”
“Bennett, it’s Dean Henderson. I’ve got another job for you. I need you to look into something for me.”
Gee. Should I even guess? Your mother? “Did you piss someone off again so soon?”
Dean laughed. “I’m about to, and she can be a tyrant when angry.”
“She?”
“Yes. My sister, Zoey, just informed the family she’s having a Valentine party and we must all attend.”
“Lucky you.”
“Not lucky for the bastard she’s bringing with her. I want to know everything you can find on this man. Leave no stone unturned. Got it?” Dean’s voice lacked all hint of humor.
Bennett restrained his laughter at the situation. It had only been a few hours, and her brothers were already scouring for information. She was right, they were overbearing. Whoever was going to take this assignment was not just finding her mother; they needed to act as a buffer for Zoey. Whatever she was going through, she needed some space to deal with it . . . her way.
Damn it. No one is going to be able to handle those guys without raising suspicion. They won’t question me. They won’t like it, but they won’t question it.
“She’s a grown woman, Dean. Just ask her.”
“I don’t want a name. I want information. Everything.”
“When is this party?”
“Three days. I’ve seen you pull off bigger requests in less time.”
Oh, that I can. But you’re not going to like the answer. I think I’ll wait to tell you.
“Your usual fee.”
“Should I ask why?”
“Nope. But you’ll have the information by the party. Guaranteed.”
Bennett disconnected the call and looked toward the hotel. This job might be fun after all. Not only getting to bust on Dean’s ass, but being Zoey’s lover will be icing on the cake. Even if it’s all for show.
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Guess the book 3 by Jeannette Winters and Ruth Cardello
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Southern Delight excerpt!
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“Don, I don’t want to talk about it.” Bailey tried to get up off the bed, but Don threw a leg and an arm over hers to bring her closer to him.
“Please, babe, don’t shut me out.” He was surprised by the sincere need that was in his voice. He was not used to letting that side of him show.
Bailey stopped and lay back down. When she looked up at him, he could barely control the urge to kiss her. But if he did, the tender moment they were sharing was going to be gone.
“It’s not easy for me to talk about it, Don. I’m still working on getting comfortable with the realization that I’ll never be the same again. How can I share that part with you, when I barely understand it myself?”
“Who better to start with than me? Someone who cares about you very much.”
He saw the doubt in her eyes. Opening up about something so personal wasn’t going to be easy for her. If the tables were turned, he probably would’ve shut her out as well.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Don.”
“I know that I have to earn your trust before your love so when you’re ready you’ll come to me and won’t have any doubt that I’ll be there waiting. That I understand. I wish you’d tell me what I did that you won’t let me close to you anymore.”
Bailey looked at Don with tears in her eyes and said, “Don, you've done nothing, but I'm not the same girl I was when we had our time together.”
Tracing his finger over her wet cheeks, Don said, “Those gorgeous green eyes are the same as I remember them.” His fingers moved to trace her lips. He never forgot how sweet they tasted the first time he kissed them. He yearned for their sweetness now.
Although his intention was to console her, his actions seemed to have the opposite effect. Bailey burst into sobs.
“Don, I can’t.”
“Why? Help me understand,” Don pleaded.
“Because I’m . . . disfigured . . . ugly. I don’t want . . . can’t let you see me now.”
How could she think this? She’s still just as beautiful to me as she was so many months ago. He wanted to shake her and tell her how foolish she was for thinking in such a way. But he knew words were not going to change it. Knowing he was one of the reasons she was crying was like a knife in his heart. He would take the pain over and over again if it helped her heal in even the smallest way. Yet he didn’t know what to say to make her feel better. Do such words even exist? You were so full of life: fun, happy, and playful. How do I show you that you’re still that woman?
He remembered how adventurous she’d been in the bedroom before. How could he bring that into something now to help her? Don finally asked, “Do you trust me, Bailey?”
Bailey didn't hesitate one bit as she nodded.
Don got up off the bed and started to remove his tie. “We're going to play a little game, if you make me stop then I will know you don't honestly trust me.”
“I’m tired and don’t feel like playing games.”
He could tell it had nothing to do with her being sleepy. He watched her as she lay on the bed nervously biting her bottom lip.
“You won’t need your eyes open for this game.” It will be better that way.
Reluctantly she said, “Okay.”
“Stand up, please. And any time you say no, it means you don’t trust me.” Don finished removing his tie.
She shot him a look that said she wasn’t sure she was going to like this game.
“Already?”
“No. It’s just that . . .”
“You don’t trust me.” He hoped that wasn’t the case. If she didn’t then, he was the wrong person to be there. But his gut told him he was the only one who could help right now.
He was relieved when she did as he asked.
“Okay. Now turn around and close your eyes.”
Bailey huffed but did as he requested. Once her back was to him, he lifted the tie and put it around her head and covered her eyes. Her hands came up like she was going to pull it away from her eyes, but she didn’t. She let her hands drop to her side.
Bailey’s voice was barely a whisper as she said, “Don, I don't know about this.”
Don turned her around to face him again. He knew he was asking so much of her. He wasn’t sure he could ever open himself up to anyone in this way, but if he could, it’d be with Bailey.
He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out his iPhone. He scrolled through his music list until he came to what he was searching for. He hit play and the room filled with classical music. Don reached out with his right hand, drawing her close to him. Then with his left hand he took her right into his and said, “Your left hand goes on my shoulder.”
“I don’t dance, Don. And I certainly can’t do it blindfolded.”
“Left hand please.”
Slowly he saw her raise her hand and feel her way up his arm until it rested on his shoulder. “Do you feel my hand on your back?”
“Yes.”
“All you need to do is concentrate on my touch and let me guide you.”
He leaned into her slightly and stepped forward with his left foot urging her to step back with her right. She clung to him as he moved his right foot and then stepped it to the side then back again.
He felt her stepping on his toes a few times. “Don, if you let me take off the blindfold, maybe I won’t be on your toes all the time.”
“Stop concentrating on what you think you should do and feel the music, feel me. There is nothing else but us right now,” Don whispered.
Guess the book 2 by Jeannette Winters and Ruth Cardello
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Tessa's coat
The weather is quickly turning from cool to COLD. The snow started falling overnight and we woke to a beautiful white landscape. When I was younger, I would’ve been outside with a shovel in one hand but snowball in the other just waiting for an unsuspecting sibling, (with 8 older brothers, it wasn’t an easy feat).
The one thing about getting older, is having a son who believes I’m too old to shovel. I could argue with him, but WHY? So instead of being out in the bitter cold, I got to spend the morning sitting at my sewing machine making my sweet pup Tessa a new coat. I laid three different types of fleece on the floor and told her to pick out which one she wanted. Instantly she picked the white one with flowers on it. I took if off the floor and placed it on the table. Then I told her to pick another one. She went right to the table the one with the flowers again. She is one girl to who’s what she likes.
Tessa laid at my feet during the entire creation process. For people who sew on a regular basis, this would’ve been an easy task, but I learned as I went. As you can see from Tessa, she isn’t complaining of my lack of skill but her cat Sammy seems to questioning my choice of stitch.
Now all toasty warm I’m off to make some hot tea and read a spicy Christmas novella from one of my favorite authors. Can’t ask for a better day!
Virgin For The 4th Time Tease | One White Lie Free
Have you escaped with The Barrington Billionaires? I am absolutely thrilled to announce that series continues in January with VIRGIN FOR THE FOURTH TIME and two new crossover novels from Ruth Cardello, and Author Danielle Stewart. I want to celebrate in a big way with you! Start the series for FREE with book 1, ONE WHITE LIE.
Virgin For The Fourth Time
Barrington Billionaire's Series: Book Four
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Bennett Stone has dedicated his life to protecting and saving lives when others failed. The word impossible is not part of his vocabulary.
Zoey Henderson has spent most of her life defending herself against her tarnished reputation, as a consequence of her father’s actions. Her five over-protective brothers believe no man will ever be good enough for her.
When Zoey experiences some medical issues, the urgency of finding her biological mother becomes paramount. Although her brothers tried and failed earlier, her quest is not one of curiosity. She needs answers, and there’s only one man who will go to any lengths to find them.
Bennett has been warned that Zoey is off limits. But no one controls his business decisions and when she calls, he takes her on as a client.
When Bennett discovers the information Zoey’s been searching for, he knows he can’t have it all. How can he decide between his pride and their passion?
One White Lie
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Brice Henderson traded everything for power and success. His company was closing a deal that would cement his spot at the top. The last thing he needed was a distraction from the past.
Lena Razzi had spent years trying to forget Brice Henderson. When offered the opportunity of a lifetime, would she take the risk even if the price would be another broken heart?
Do you love reading from this world? Continue with Always Mine from my sister, Ruth Cardello, Her series will mirror my time line. It isn’t necessary to read hers to enjoy mine, but it sure will enhance the fun!
Guess the book 1 by Jeannette Winters and Ruth Cardello
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Animal rescue
I love sharing stories and pictures of my sweet puppy Tessa. If you’ve read Southern Delight, you’ll see Bailey found a rescue of her own through FOHA, Friends Of Homeless Animals. This is the animal rescue where I found Tessa earlier this year.
Tessa has brought so much joy into my life. I cannot put on my shoes without her talking up a storm asking to go for a ride. She doesn’t care how long or short it is, she just wants to be with me. My long term goal for her as she gets a bit older is to have her volunteer as a pet therapy dog with the elderly and handicap. If you met her you’d see she is just the most gentle girl.
I thought my "family" was complete with just her and I, but I was wrong. A few months back PawsWatch of RI had a cat which was injured and needed close watching after surgery. I had the time and space needed to care of him until he was ready for adoption.
The cat would cry in his crate and Tessa would sleep right in front needing to keep him company. Before you know it, the cat came out and Tessa decided it was her job to keep the cat clean. After a month of nursing the cat back to health it was obvious my baby girl had adoption plans of her own.
Sammy the cat joined our family on my birthday in July, and Tessa and Sammy are best buds. They sleep together and get into trouble together. I think my family is complete….. Unless these two have other idea’s which they haven’t yet shared with me.
I’d like to thank both FOHA and PawsWatch of RI for all they do. Without volunteers such as these two groups, I wouldn’t have my fur babies. Hope you enjoy pictures of my sweet family.
SOUTHERN DELIGHT influence and reviews
Although my characters are fictional, I use real world issues and influences.
Thirty years ago I watched my older sister (and second Mother) fight cancer. Although the disease eventually took her from us, she left her impact on her children, her friends and family, and everyone else she met. She continued to love, smile, and laugh even in the darkest days. And her strength, and the strength of so many others, are a constant inspiration to me...and in my writing SOUTHERN DELIGHT
My beautiful sister at my high school graduation.
Here are two reviews from early readers. I hope you love this story too!
READER REVIEW
"I was offered the chance to read and review the third book in this series in exchange for an honest review. I simply love Jeannette and her stories. She has a superb writing style that flows and is very engaging and intriguing. As a reader, and a survivor I was drawn into this story right from the beginning, and I have to admit had to quit a few times because I was so emotional. Bailey was me, several years ago, as I too went through the ugly cancer world. The writing was real and very factual, and the story just unfolded in a way that kept me engaged and interested. I loved Bailey and Don and found myself rooting for their HEA. Thank you, Jeannette Winters for bringing another real life issue to your stories, and for showing others that with love and support, we can get through even the worst times." ~ Sissie K.
READER REVIEW
"I was given an ARC of this book, and I was thrilled to be able to read it and give my honest feedback. The characters in this book kept me rooted to my seat, engaged during the whole story. Be prepared for an engaging and emotional journey as you follow Bailey and Don in this gripping story.
This book truly hit home for me as I have had family who has suffered breast cancer, some survived, and they found it hard to accept what was happening just like Bailey does. A big heartfelt thank you to Author Jeannette Winters for writing real life issues with such finesse and fact, yet still writing an amazing story." ~ Donna Y.
Thankfulness and New Release News
On this Thanksgiving week, I sit back and think about how truly lucky I am to be surrounded by family, friends, and my amazing readers. Not a day goes by where someone hasn't reached out to me with a word of encouragement or even just to share a funny story. It means so much to me that not only have you taken the time to read my stories, but also to share with me part of you lives as well. It truly means so much to be on an amazing journey with you.
I am thrilled that Southern Delight (Southern Desires Series Book 3) will be available on Amazon December 1. It is written from personal experiences mixed with a healthy dose of spicy intrigue. I think you'll love it! Preview an an excerpt on my blog.
Pre-order on Amazon for December 1
Book description:
Don Farrell believes in working hard and playing even harder. The only thing he took seriously was business. Finding out there was a target on his back only made him more determined to succeed.
Bailey Tasca had been confident and outgoing. Her tomorrows had been filled with dreams of someday making it big as a comedian, but her laughter stopped the day the doctor told her the results: cancer. Now she struggles to redefine herself.
When Don and Bailey meet up again at a friend’s wedding, the one thing neither wanted was to find the chemistry they’d shared in the past now even more explosive.
Don realizes it doesn’t matter what he achieves if Bailey is not by his side to share it. Can he reach Bailey behind her high walls of insecurities and doubt? Bailey must let go of her newly acquired inhibitions and open herself up, both emotionally and physically, if she ever wants her happily ever after. Can their love heal even the deepest wounds?
Southern Delight (Southern Desires Series Book 3) Excerpt
Available on Amazon Dec 1
“Good morning, Bailey.”
When he spoke her name she turned in her chair and looked up at him. Don had prepared himself to see the same sparkle that she’d had the last time they were together. But it was not there. If anything, her beautiful, full-of-life greens eyes were filled with pain. What did I do to you that makes seeing me so damn hard? I thought we had a connection. I was so wrong.
“Hello, Don. Do you want to join us?” Bailey’s voice was sweet and enticing, but her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, hinting, almost begging him to decline her offer. Are you afraid Kevin will pick up on what we once shared? Don’t worry, sweetheart; I won’t say a thing.
“Do you want coffee, Don?” Hannah asked.
Without breaking contact with Bailey, he nodded. “Strong and black.” Normally he didn’t like it strong, but his gut told him he was going to need it. Maybe more than one cup.
There was an open seat next to Bailey, but Don decided to take the one next to Kevin so he could keep his eye on Bailey without Kevin noticing. Not that I give a shit what he does or doesn’t know. Why torture myself? She’s made her choice.
Hannah brought his coffee then went back to sit by Mark. They were chatting about the wedding. Mark warned him the topic would be girly and emotional, and he was right. Hannah was speaking a mile a minute about some poem she’d read online that made her cry for almost an hour. When she grabbed her phone, Don worried she was about to pull it up and start reading it to them. I’m going to need something a lot stronger than coffee.
Thankfully Mark and Kevin seemed to feel the same way. “Why don’t I show you to the room you’ll be using while you’re here?” Mark asked.
“Let me help you with your bags,” Kevin offered.
Although Don didn’t want to hear the poem, he also wasn’t ready to leave Bailey yet. So he reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to Kevin. “I appreciate that. Why don’t you bring them in for me? I’ll find my room on my own later.”
Kevin caught the keys mid-air and looked like he was about to throw them right back, but Mark got up out of his chair and said, “We’ll put you in the same room you stayed in the last time.”
Kevin glared at Don but got up and was about to follow Mark, then abruptly turned back and kissed Bailey on the top of her head before leaving the room.
Although he was glad Kevin was no longer in the room, part of him wished Hannah would follow suit. He wanted to speak to Bailey alone, yet he remembered the signs of someone recovering from chemo. His mother had the same pale look. Bailey had only the slightest hint of color, which probably wasn’t any more natural than the blonde wig she was wearing. Seeing her like this made his stomach turn. Not from her appearance, but from knowing what she’d been through.
Sweet Bailey. I know you’ve been through hell and back. There are things I want to ask, need to know, yet you’re trying to avoid looking at me, so I know it’s too soon. You’re not ready. I’m here for the week. The conversation will happen, but when we’re alone.
Just in Thyme for Family and Holiday Romance
Cold nights are a wonderful excuse to cuddle up under a warm blanket with a Holiday romance. And I wanted to tell you about an exciting new Holiday Barrington Billionaire Novella by NYTs and USA Today Bestselling Author Ruth Cardello. A Billionaire for Lexi includes two bonus synchronized novellas: Just in Thyme (by yours truly) and Midnight on the Slopes by Danielle Stewart along with letters and old photographs that will touch your heart.
My sister, Ruth, writes about romance with a strong family theme. Soon after she started her own writing career, she encouraged me to join her. Together, along with Danielle, our niece, we created three series that intertwine through characters and plot. We call them synchronized books. One White Lie is the first book in my synchronized series with her. These new novellas will be a treat for everyone who has enjoyed any of the stories thus far and is looking for a new holiday adventures. For a sneak peek, I've included a holiday memory from the book (below).
Book description:
World-renowned chef, Vincent Moretti, could have anyone, anything, anytime. Social events had a single agenda—build his business, which was why he couldn’t refuse the last-minute invite to the New Year’s charity event. When he learned his investors wouldn’t be there, he was angry he’d wasted his valuable time.
Adventurous and loyal Renita Gallo had chosen to stay in Stowe, Vermont for one reason—her father. She wanted to be a teacher. He wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become a chef. When her father became ill and couldn’t cater the very important Barrington event at the Vermont resort, she was forced into a role she wasn’t prepared for, and into the presence of the most arrogant man she’d ever met.
Renita was confounding, a woman who challenged Vincent, a woman so enchanting he couldn’t resist. Wouldn’t resist. She was also determined to ignore the allure of the devastatingly handsome Chef Moretti.
Vincent ignited such passion within her that shook her steadfast sense of responsibility.
Thrown together during a snow storm, more than food will be cooking in the kitchen.
Southern Spice (Excerpt) brings Spicy Intrigue
I love taking a story to unexpected places, and the Southern Desires series has twists, turns, and intrigue...and plenty of heat. I hope you enjoy the excerpt below from SOUTHERN SPICE, and I am so excited that SOUTHERN DELIGHT (Southern Desires Series Book 3) will be available December 1! :)
Casey woke alone in his bed. That’s a birthday I won’t ever forget. Stretching, she’d had very little sleep yet felt more rested than she ever remembered. If she were a person who wrote in a journal, pages would be filled. From her surprise party to lovemaking that still had her body tingling, everything had been perfect. Well, almost. What was I thinking going out into the wilderness and getting naked? If I thought driving my truck off the road was embarrassing to explain, how was I going to explain a snake bite in the middle of the night while I was naked? Even though it had been scary as hell at that time, she found herself laughing at it now. She lost all common sense when she was around that man. And I’ve never felt more alive.
Getting out of bed, she wrapped the sheet around her and made her way downstairs, hoping to find Derrick. As it was each morning before, the house was quiet. He did say it was only for a night. Tomorrow was here and . . . he’s not.
The thought made her ill. She didn’t want to want him, care about him, but she did. It wasn’t his fault he was incapable of giving her anything in return. He’d been nothing but honest about that. Somehow her heart wasn’t accepting that as a viable answer. The risk of getting my heart involved.
As she began to climb the stairs to go back to bed, the front door opened and Derrick walked in.
“Good morning, I thought you’d left.”
He smiled, which was a rare but amazing sight. “I had an early morning errand to do.” He lifted a bag, puzzling her. “Figured clothes scattered all over the hillside might lead to some unwanted questions.”
Casey blushed. Thank God, since they are not mine. I don’t want to explain to Sissie how I misplaced the clothes she lent me. I might as well take out an ad in the newspaper if she finds out. “Thank you. You didn’t happen to grab my phone while you were there, did you?”
Derrick reached into his back pocket and pulled it out, tossing it to her. “I had to shut it off. That thing was making a racket the entire ride back here.”
When she reached to catch it, the sheet began to slip. Quickly she tugged it back in place. Although she would love nothing more than spend the day in bed in his arms, she needed to remember she was here to work. And he had only promised one night.
Turning on her phone, she scanned her missed calls. Her mom and dad had called, leaving her a voicemail. She would listen to that later. It would be what they always do, sing happy birthday to her. No matter how old she was, she would never tire of hearing them. The next call was Mark. No message. Oh, that’s not good. Please don’t show up here. I don’t need the questioning looks from you today.
There was one number that appeared several times. It was from her coworker; she expected an email, not a call. What was in the report that they didn’t want to put in writing? Did they have the answer she’d been waiting for? This call was one she needed to do privately.
“Thank you, Derrick. It looks like work is trying to reach me. Would you mind if I took the call in your office?”
“The office is all yours.”
His expression became unreadable before he turned and left the house. Why such a drastic change? Had she said something? Was it because she asked to use his office? That didn’t make sense, but then again, nothing between them did.
Casey had two choices: spend her morning trying to figure it out, or hop on the phone and see what her coworker had to say. Maybe one will answer the other.
With Derrick no longer in the house, there was no longer a need to use his office. Settling herself on the couch, she returned her coworker’s call.
“Casey, where the heck have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you since dawn,” Donna whispered over the phone.
“Donna, why are you whispering?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you. I’m not even sure I want to send you this report.”
Donna seemed overly concerned. Casey hadn’t followed protocol for obtaining a copy, but there wasn’t anything illegal about her reviewing it. “It’s okay. I just want to see what our take on the situation was.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” Donna voice was muffled as she spoke. “If anyone finds out you’re looking into this, there’s going to be trouble.”
Why was she so darn dramatic? What possibly could be in that report to cause concern? Guess there’s only one way to find out. “Just send it to me. I’ll deal with the repercussions.”
“Casey. If what I think I’m reading is right, you’re going to be in way over your head.”
What? We document facts, so there shouldn’t be anything questionable in there. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I promise if anything happens, I won’t mention your name. Now please send it.”
Casey’s phone beeped announcing the arrival of a new email. She quickly confirmed it was from the agency. Too much drama to start the day.
“Thank you.” Donna didn’t respond as she disconnected the call. Maybe the office is getting more stressful than when I was there. I’m glad I’m out in the field.
Opening the document, something jumped out right away. The report was lacking major details. Most importantly: documentation of Derrick’s accusations regarding the faulty dam. Everything in the report stated the damage was due to flooding from the hurricane. She knew there should’ve been an inquiry of some sort, particularly with a fatality, but none took place. If it had, the results never made it into the official report. If it hadn’t been for her conversations with Derrick, the report wouldn’t appear to lack details, but she knew otherwise. With the amount of anger that man had, he never would have kept his suspicions to himself. Could he be right? Was there a cover-up, and did it involve FEMA? There was only one name on the report, and it wasn’t their local FEMA agent. It was the supervisor in charge, Jeremy Talroy. JT had signed off on this report? Why would JT not follow protocol?
Donna was right. Digging deeper meant things were about to get very ugly. If JT was part of a cover-up, then seeking internal help could put me at risk for a lot more than just losing my job. What the hell do I do now? This nightmare is so not what I thought I was going to find.
Casey got up and paced back and forth. Should she tell Derrick? What could she tell him? That she believes he was right concerning a cover-up, but she had no proof except lack of information? No, that was only going to cause him more pain than he was already feeling. She needed someone impartial.
Going to Donna wasn’t going to work as she was already afraid, and for good reason. No, she couldn’t ask anyone else to risk themselves for this.
What if I find out the truth? It won’t bring them back, and I’m not sure how big this is going to get, or who else is going to get hurt. This was something she couldn’t decide on her own. She needed a sounding board. Someone who would look at all the pieces and know where to go from here.
Grabbing her cell phone, she made the call she never thought she would.
“Late night?”
“I need to see you right away. Are you still in Honeywell?”
A little about me...
I really love connecting with readers, so please feel free to reach out to me with any questions or comments or funny stories you wish to share. Growing up in such a large family, I treasure and can find humor in just about anything.
The storytelling bug is one I inherited. I heard my grandfather tell tales so big that I am still shocked I ever believed them as a child. I remember spending many sleepless nights trying to put an ending to a story which he said he would finish next time he saw me. Oh, he was great at cliffhangers!
My mother, when she was not chasing one if us (my brothers, never the sweet innocent girls, ha ha), she used to submit short stories for writing contest all the time. Through her, I found the love of reading and writing.
Although I was one of eleven children, I broke tradition and have only had one, a son. He has grown into a fine young man who although will never read my stories; he fully supports me following my dream and encourages me to put a piece of myself into each story. I hope you can see this as you read them.
This journey is not one I do alone. My sister, brother, and niece are all successful published authors as well, and the list is still growing. You should hear us when we all get together. Our family stories now have entwined with our books. Many times we will spend hours on end laughing and plotting and only stop when our ribs hurt too much. What a gift to be able to share this time with them.
I hope you enjoy my stories. I write hot billionaire’s and spicy intrigue, but both series have a common thread which I hold very dear to my heart. To leave this place a bit better than when I entered it.
Betting on You is now available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo
I want to thank everyone for their amazing support this past year. Your feedback, ideas, reviews, and encouragement have allowed me to take a leap of faith as a full-time author, and I hope you will love reading the stories as much as I love writing them.
The Betting On You series is special to me. It has heartfelt characters inspired by own life, mixed with the steamy pleasure of a Billionaire romance (unfortunately still only in my dreams, but shared in my stories). For the first time all five book series are now available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. If you haven't started the series the first book in the series, The Billionaire’s Secret, is Free!
Thank you!
First off, I want to thank everyone for their amazing support this past year. Your feedback, ideas, reviews, and encouragement have allowed me to take a leap of faith as a full-time author, and I hope you will love reading the stories as much as I love writing them.
The Betting On You series is special to me. It has heartfelt characters inspired by own life, mixed with the steamy pleasure of a Billionaire romance (unfortunately still only in my dreams, but shared in my stories). For the first time all five book series are now available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. If you haven't started the series the first book in the series, The Billionaire’s Secret, is Free!
The Billionaire’s Secret
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The Billionaire’s Masquerade
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The Billionaire’s Longshot
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The Billionaire’s Jackpot
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All Bets Off
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