For the month of love, I’m giving away 50 copies of my standalone novel, From a Jack to a King.
I’m definitely thinking to redo this cover. Reasons? It just doesn’t stand out among the millions of other covers. Although this one grabs the overall feel of the story, it just doesn’t work. So I’m going to give it in the next few months to my cover designer to rebrand.
I love this story and the readers who read the 4Ever series fell in love with Jack and Rebecca. She is a celebrity author, and he is a very hot chef. Jack owns the BOATHOUSE. Don’t let the name fool you, as it’s actually an exclusive yacht that he turned into a 5 star restaurant that is fully book for at least 2 years in advance.
He has agents standing at his doorstep, trying to turn him into a celebrity chef, but the lime-lite is not for him.
Find out how these two met and I have to admit. This book is seriously funny. I laughed out loud when I wrote it. There are scenes that will make you fall in love with the entire story. And no, I’m saying it in advance. It is staying at a standalone as I tied this one up beautiful at the end and there are no more Jack and Rebecca stories.
Read an excerpt below and grab your review copy if it sounds up your alley.
FROM A JACK TO KING
The movie “Nottinghill” with a dash of flames.
World-renowned author Rebecca Finlay seems to have it all—award-winning books, fame and fortune—but her reality is bleaker than the public eye sees. Widowed three years ago, she tries to juggle her celebrity status while raising her two teenagers. She never thought she’ find love again, until she meets Jack Priestly.
There are only three things Jack Priestly loves—his restaurant The Boathouse, his family, and his ordinary, private life. But when celebrity author Rebecca Finlay walks into his life with her beauty and the constant flash of cameras, he starts to fall, and hard. She is everything his heart has ever desired, everything he thought he’d never have again, but he struggles to accept the fame that goes hand in hand with who she is. Will he find a way to deal with the limelight that surrounds her, or will it drive them apart?
Sitting as his desk, Jack raked a hand through his hair and groaned. But what he really wanted to do was bang his head against the wall.
He hated when Paul called him. Paul Weaver was one of the Boathouse’s more elite customers—a big hotshot at FireQuill Studios.
Jack didn’t watch a lot television, and he rarely went to the movies, but he’d have to have been born under a rock to not know that FireQuill Studios was one of the biggest production companies around.
Which only inflated Paul’s ego even more. He was an asshole, and he gave men a bad name.
But that asshole had just paid him five grand for a deluxe experience.
Paul hadn’t made that request in ages, so whoever this woman was, Paul must have had his eye on her for a while.
It had been Paul’s requests over the years that had made Jack consider pursuing the career his mother wanted. She’d longed for him to become a celebrity chef, and though there had been offers—Jack’s culinary skills were superb, right up there with the likes of Anthony Bourdain and Gordon Ramsay—that life wasn’t for Jack. It was too complicated, too stressful. He was hardly the type to dress up and serve A-list celebrities. If they wanted his food, they could come to his restaurant.
Apart from Paul’s requests, he was content with the Boathouse. Hence, he’d passed on every offer, and heaven help him if his mother ever found out he’d declined; she’d beat his ass three ways to Sunday.
He groaned and leaned forward to rest his head on his desk. He felt sorry for Paul’s date, because he knew exactly how the night would end, and what an ass Paul would be the next day.
Paul’s routine was to wine and dine them, then screw them. And in the morning, he’d say he’d had fun, but he wasn’t a one-woman guy.
And that was what pissed Jack off. He’d respect the guy somewhat, if he told his dates straight-up that he was only after a one-night stand.
Truth be told, he’d have told Paul to shove his money up his ass if he didn’t need it to get Adrian, Anna, and Bea here.
At least he had that to look forward to. Adrian had managed to persuade Anna to make the trip to New York, although she flat out refused to get on a plane.
Luckily, they’d found a forty-night cruise that left from Sydney and docked in New York, so in three months, he would finally be seeing his brother again. And they’d have an entire month to spend together.
Both Adrian and Anna had telecommuting jobs, so the Wi-Fi on the ship would allow them to keep working an uninterrupted schedule.
Jack had so many plans for that month-long visit already. It would be hard to squeeze everything into thirty days.
“You okay?” Masterson asked.
He lifted his head from the desk and eyed the new chef he was training to take Tony’s place. Just thinking about Tony soured Jack’s mood even more—the man was suffering. He’d gone over to Tony’s place a few times, and from what he saw, it was evident that this time around, Tony was not going to beat cancer.
What made it worse was that Tony had a family. Each time he paid him a visit, each time he saw the man’s loved ones, it just made him think of Kate.
She hadn’t been on his mind as much as usual since he’d seen the barefoot angel, and though he felt a twinge of guilt, more than anything, he wanted that woman to be real.
“Yeah. Just got a call from this hotshot executive who wants tonight to be extra special for him and his date.” He stood up and headed back into the kitchen to prepare pastries with phyllo dough.
“And that’s not a good thing?” Masterson frowned.
Jack understood his trainee’s confusion. The news should have made Jack happy.
“Not this one.”
“Hmm, what’s his deal?”
“You see that spot?” He pointed to the cozy, elevated alcove close to the kitchen. “Tonight, we’ll deck it out with finery, and that’s where the jerk will wine, dine, and charm a woman who won’t know what hit her, and then tomorrow morning, he’ll dump her like yesterday’s garbage.”
He punched the phyllo dough.
“I don’t think you are supposed to do that with phyllo.”
“I know,” he bit out, angry at himself. He threw the ruined dough into the trash.
“If you really don’t like this guy, why do you let him in?”
“Because the asshole pays a ridiculous amount of money, and I need to buy cruise tickets for my brother and his family. I haven’t seen my brother since the birth of my niece.”
“The Boathouse not doing so well?” Masterson asked, a hint of worry in his tone. Probably worried that he’d wasted his time in taking the job.
“No, it’s raking in cash as usual, but I just purchased another one, and it’s sucked me dry.”
“You opening another? Expanding the name?”
“In the future, perhaps. I’m not sure yet. Maybe I’ll just use it for what yachts are meant to be used for.”
“I’m sorry this guy pisses you off so much.”
“I’ll just do what I do best, then get him and his date out of here as fast as I possibly can.”
“I like that plan.”
Jack grinned and slapped his back. He had a feeling that they were going to get on like a house on fire, plus it didn’t hurt that the guy had skills in the kitchen as well.
Stepping over to the Bluetooth speaker, he switched it on, then swiftly connected his phone. With a couple taps on his screen, alternative rock filled the kitchen.
He needed to get his head on track. And with the special treatment he had to provide for Paul, he’d need classical music on in the kitchen. Which meant he’d be on edge the whole time while trying to be as professional as possible.
With a sigh, he got to work.