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Emerald [Pyrate's Treasure 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Cooper McKenzie
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Authors: Cooper McKenzie
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EMERALD
Pyrate’s Treasure 2
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 1
“What the hell do you mean she refused the meeting?” Nick Christopher stared over his paper-covered desk at his assistant in disbelief.
Surely, Brittney, his assistant of the last three days, was mistaken. How could a young, never-been-published author turn down a meeting with him? Especially a meeting that could change her entire future? Was she insane?
Taking a deep breath to calm the nearly out of control rage that simmered too close to the surface these days, Nick fought to settle himself. He looked from his wide-eyed assistant, who appeared ready to bolt and not stop running until she was hiding under her bed in her apartment, to the corner of his desk. The six manuscripts he’d printed out were the most unique series of children’s stories he had read in his ten years of being in the publishing business.
“Doesn’t she realize she could be bigger than R.L. Stine? Bigger than Stephenie Meyer? Maybe even J. K. Rowling?”
Brittney looked at the computer tablet in her arm. “Her e-mail says, quote, ‘while I am flattered at your interest in my work, I do not travel. If you want to meet me in person, you will have to come here,’ unquote.”
“And where is she?” Nick pushed his chair back and stood then began to pace the space behind his desk.
“Pyrate Island, North Carolina.”
Nick frowned as he searched his memory. “Never heard of it.”
Brittney took a deep breath before answering. “It’s an island off the coast. Seems to be an adult-only resort.”
“Okay, well, if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. I want her signature on a representation contract.” Nick paused in his pacing. “Clear my schedule for Monday. Get me a flight to the closest airport to this Pyrate Island for Sunday with return Monday afternoon. Arrange for a rental car and a hotel for Sunday night. Then contact Miss Emerald Pyrate and schedule a meeting for Monday morning. Oh, and make sure I have all the paperwork in my briefcase before I leave for this Pyrate Island.”
“Yes, sir,” Brittany squeaked as she scribbled on her tablet. When she finished, she scurried from his office like a mouse having seen a hungry cat.
Throwing himself back into his chair, Nick reached for the phone. Dialing the number for human resources, he waited for the director to pick up. “Toni, this girl you sent me is a mouse. I need a tiger. You have to find me someone with some backbone. Yeah, I know, but there has to be someone out there who won’t run or cower the second I raise my voice.”
Hanging up, Nick turned to his computer. He pulled up the Internet and started learning everything he could about Pyrate Island and the elusive Miss Emerald Pyrate who lived there. He needed all his ducks in a row before he met this woman who was crazy enough to refuse to come to him for what could be a multimillion-dollar meeting that could make them both a fortune.
A half hour later, he swore as he closed down his computer. Before he informed Brittney of the changes he needed in his travel arrangements, he collapsed back in his chair and took several deep breaths to calm himself once again. The island was too isolated for him to stay just long to get Emerald Pyrate’s signature on a representation contract. The resort only booked guests for Friday to Sunday or Sunday to Friday stays.
Several adult magazines had articles talking about Pyrate Island as a sexual paradise. Maybe it was time to take the vacation he had been promising himself for the last six months. He could even write the trip off as a business expense since he would be meeting with a potential client. If he met a woman and got laid while he was there, that would just be a well-deserved bonus. It had been a long, sexless winter, and it was beginning to affect his temperament.
* * * *
“How do you expect to meet your mate if you refuse to leave the
Pyrate’s Treasure 2
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 1
“What the hell do you mean she refused the meeting?” Nick Christopher stared over his paper-covered desk at his assistant in disbelief.
Surely, Brittney, his assistant of the last three days, was mistaken. How could a young, never-been-published author turn down a meeting with him? Especially a meeting that could change her entire future? Was she insane?
Taking a deep breath to calm the nearly out of control rage that simmered too close to the surface these days, Nick fought to settle himself. He looked from his wide-eyed assistant, who appeared ready to bolt and not stop running until she was hiding under her bed in her apartment, to the corner of his desk. The six manuscripts he’d printed out were the most unique series of children’s stories he had read in his ten years of being in the publishing business.
“Doesn’t she realize she could be bigger than R.L. Stine? Bigger than Stephenie Meyer? Maybe even J. K. Rowling?”
Brittney looked at the computer tablet in her arm. “Her e-mail says, quote, ‘while I am flattered at your interest in my work, I do not travel. If you want to meet me in person, you will have to come here,’ unquote.”
“And where is she?” Nick pushed his chair back and stood then began to pace the space behind his desk.
“Pyrate Island, North Carolina.”
Nick frowned as he searched his memory. “Never heard of it.”
Brittney took a deep breath before answering. “It’s an island off the coast. Seems to be an adult-only resort.”
“Okay, well, if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. I want her signature on a representation contract.” Nick paused in his pacing. “Clear my schedule for Monday. Get me a flight to the closest airport to this Pyrate Island for Sunday with return Monday afternoon. Arrange for a rental car and a hotel for Sunday night. Then contact Miss Emerald Pyrate and schedule a meeting for Monday morning. Oh, and make sure I have all the paperwork in my briefcase before I leave for this Pyrate Island.”
“Yes, sir,” Brittany squeaked as she scribbled on her tablet. When she finished, she scurried from his office like a mouse having seen a hungry cat.
Throwing himself back into his chair, Nick reached for the phone. Dialing the number for human resources, he waited for the director to pick up. “Toni, this girl you sent me is a mouse. I need a tiger. You have to find me someone with some backbone. Yeah, I know, but there has to be someone out there who won’t run or cower the second I raise my voice.”
Hanging up, Nick turned to his computer. He pulled up the Internet and started learning everything he could about Pyrate Island and the elusive Miss Emerald Pyrate who lived there. He needed all his ducks in a row before he met this woman who was crazy enough to refuse to come to him for what could be a multimillion-dollar meeting that could make them both a fortune.
A half hour later, he swore as he closed down his computer. Before he informed Brittney of the changes he needed in his travel arrangements, he collapsed back in his chair and took several deep breaths to calm himself once again. The island was too isolated for him to stay just long to get Emerald Pyrate’s signature on a representation contract. The resort only booked guests for Friday to Sunday or Sunday to Friday stays.
Several adult magazines had articles talking about Pyrate Island as a sexual paradise. Maybe it was time to take the vacation he had been promising himself for the last six months. He could even write the trip off as a business expense since he would be meeting with a potential client. If he met a woman and got laid while he was there, that would just be a well-deserved bonus. It had been a long, sexless winter, and it was beginning to affect his temperament.
* * * *
“How do you expect to meet your mate if you refuse to leave the
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