Great News! Peak, my new contemporary romance, is available for pre-order now.
Release day will be June 30th, followed by the second book in this duo, Pinnacle, on September 15th.
Don't forget to take advantage of the great sale on Book 2 until release day.
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Coronavirus has given me something I haven't had for a while: Abundant Writing Time!
The first book in the two-part "Charbonneau Twins" stories is about thirty-days from edit completion. I'm having two rounds down because it is so long - a little over 85,000 words. Just a reminder it is a contemporary romance. The first story is Peak - about superstar model Paul Charbonneau finishing up his runway career (don't worry, he'll still be doing magazine covers and men's clothing lines!). The cover for peak was published on my last post.
BUT, here is the book cover for the second in the series - Pinnacle. Financier David Charbonneau is at the crossroads of life. His ex drops off his twin daughters, he's just lost millions for his firm and is starting a new job that has turned into an albatross. And he's lost his closest friend, his administrative assistant and financial whiz who rivals his own abilities. But Veronica has her own ambitions and it isn't to work forever in the staid world of finance.
Vero has loved him for a very long time but with her own success within reach and at the cusp of realizing her dream, she must steel herself against David's charms pulling her back into his world. He has come to the painful realization that Veronica has been more than a friend all along. But now, for the first time in his charmed life, he can't interfere. He can't tell her that he loves her for fear he'd be the person to get in her way. And he can never do that to Veronica, not when she is so close.
It's always a joy to share a new cover and this one is a beauty! Most of you know me as a historical romance author, but I do occasionally write contemporary romance. This one is super special - a story I've wanted to write for a long time.
I've read a ton of romance novels and the ones that have male TWIN leads have always been a favorite. I was determined to write one.
Paul Charbonneau and David Charbonneau. Both successful. Both at a turning point in life. They haven't spoken in eight years. PEAK - Supermodel Paul Charbonneau is finishing his runway career and ready for a new challenge. That challenge is his complicated relationship with Everest climber, Claire Allen, and her quest to climb to the peak again.
PINNACLE - Super financier David Charbonneau has just had a major financial loss for his company and is out of a job. His ex-girlfriend shows up at his door and drops off his twin daughters. What else can go wrong? The loss of his executive assistant - a constant in his life; a new nanny for the girls - a constant irritant; and an offer too good to refuse from Lady Walter-Phillips. So, Peak is with my editor. I don't have a release date yet but I think May-ish. I'm still writing Pinnacle. Hope you love them! Oh, and do tell me what you think of the cover. Dar Albert did another bang-up job!!!!!
Here's a peek at my work-in-progress, Peak. It'll be heading to my editor soon. It's a contemporary romance with lots of hotness and a swoon-worthy French supermodel, Paul Charbonneau. "Once they
arrived at the Strand, she and Candice exited the car to the snaps of cameras
and the guards who ushered and blocked. The crowds were already growing,
huddled outside the barriers in little fan groups. She was noticed and there
were several who yelled, “Hey, Claire!”
was a good sport and huddled to the side, waiting while Claire modeled for
several pictures. Sometimes, she thought she looked like a goof with the
supermodel poses, but she’d never been embarrassed when the pictures hit the
local mags and papers. It didn’t hurt that she was toned from her bares arms to
her long legs. She did a couple of the ingénue over-the-shoulder looks so
everyone got to see her exposed back.
quickly as she’d gotten attention, it was taken away.
screams from the crowd, young girls in love with a male supermodel. Chants of
“Paul. Paul. Paul.” started. Then an “I love you, Paul,” rang out. She
understood exactly why the Charbonneau’s inspired such fierce fangirling.
could only see a hand waving above the crowds about him.
“Let’s find the loo, Candi.” They presented their tickets and entered
“You look fine.”
“I need to look great.”
“Go on then. I’ll find where we are supposed to sit. And where the
shopping rooms are.”
Claire gripped her clutch and strolled down the hallway, seeing a
few faces she knew. By name only. Others experienced the same sensation when
looking at her. A few people just smiled and said, “Hi, Claire.” One held out a
program and asked for her autograph.
One of the strangest sensations of quasi-fame was peoples’
reaction to her. She climbed mountains for a living, how did that qualify her
to give an opinion on the Royals, Cadbury Eggs or Outlander? After all, Cadbury
Eggs were not in her diet and never had been. Did that make her a bad Brit? And
she wasn’t into addictions, which is why she rarely binged anything, even if it
meant watching a hot redhead with a sexy Scottish burr. Politics? Windsor
intrigue? It was hard to resist the Daily Mail headlines, but who in their
right mind would want their life?
Claire stood in front of the bathroom mirror again—in one day, had
she ever looked at herself so many times? Suitable was the only word that came
to mind, and probably accurate, considering the most beautiful people in the
world were gathering for the show.
She left the room, head down and digging in her clutch, when she
ran into a well-dressed man.
“Oh!” she said, looking up at him. “David?” she said, the smile on
her face genuine, the churn in her stomach frightening and the urge “to jump
his bones” very real. Magnetism was such an undefinable thing, but the pull of
attraction surged through every fiber and hair of her body. His eyes sparkled
as their gazes locked.
Good God, was there anyone in the world better looking?
His hand gripped lightly on her upper arm. Had he saved her from a
fall? A head-over-heels fall?
“Oui,” he said in
French. Probably a reflex. And probably laughing at her since he was so
“I’m Claire Allen. The climber.”
Was there a more perfect head of jet black, wavy hair? She was
susceptible to his intrinsic allure and thought she might be leaning toward
He smiled. She turned to liquid. “I know who you are,” he said."