switch to romance.
Now she enjoys writing stories that make your heart flutter and your
inner yearnings awaken.
You can get a FREE Sky Corgan novel and stay up to date on her latest releases by
signing up for her newsletter.
Sky
Corgan's Newsletter
For all books by Sky
Corgan go to
Amazon's
Sky Corgan Page
Or
Sky
Corgan's Web Page
You can also connect
with this author via
Facebook
or
Twitter
Bonus Excerpt
from Between
Two Billionaires
“ Eureka! I
found it!” Ethel bursts through my bedroom door. A broad smile
stretches across her face as if she has the best news in the world.
I groan, turning my
computer chair towards her. “Don't you know how to knock?”
Apparently, she
doesn't. She's prone to walking into my room whenever she wants, no
matter how many times I chastise her about it. You'd think she owned
the place. She doesn't own the place. Our parents do. But, if I'm
being honest, she was here first. My mom and I moved in a few years
ago when our parents finally got married.
“ So.”
Ethel sets herself down on my bed, making herself comfortable.
“There's this rich guy who is throwing a party this weekend.”
She looks at me expectantly, as if she thinks I can read her mind.
“ And?” I
can't hide the annoyance from my voice. It's not like I was doing
anything important. Just chatting online with friends. It's the
principal of the matter though. I could have been naked, and she just
walked right in like it was nothing.
“ That's where
I'm going to meet my rich husband.” She does a strange head
roll, as if the answer should have been obvious.
I can't help but
laugh. “You do that.”
“ I am, and
you're coming with me.”
“ Oh?”
This is news to me. I'm not at all interested, but I know I have no
choice but to hear her out. That's what she came here for, to dish
out her devious plan.
“ Yup. You and
Lisa. Maybe we'll all get rich husbands,” she squeals as if
she's imagining us all with Prince Charmings on our arms. Sometimes I
wonder how she survives, living in such inflated fantasies. Her life
is a roller coaster of irrational hope and disappointment. Maybe if
she'd just get a job, she wouldn't have to worry about finding a rich
husband to support her.
“ The rich
husband thing is all you.” I smirk, turning my chair to face
her. She's not going anywhere any time soon; I can tell.
“ Every girl
wants a rich husband,” she sighs dreamily.
“ If you say
so.” There's no point in arguing with her. Then I'd have to sit
through a lecture detailing out why marrying rich is the best way to
go. The answers are obvious, but that's not what I want for myself. I
want to get by on hard work, supporting myself, never having to rely
on a man.
“ So anyway,
you're in, right?” She readjusts herself on the bed, staring at
me intently. Her dark eyes are so big, it's hard not to get caught up
in her enthusiasm.
“ I'm not
really interested,” I say hesitantly.
“ Girl, you
haven't even heard my plan yet.” She flips her hand out at me,
throwing her head back in an exaggerated gesture. Such a diva.
“ Enlighten me,
then.” I cross my arms over my chest, completely expecting
something outlandish.
“ Apparently,
this guy throws parties every few months. Security is really lax.”
“ That doesn't
sound like how a rich guy would run things at all. Are you sure
you're not talking about a party in the ghetto?” I tease her.
“ Would you
just shut up and listen to me for half a second.” Her temper
flairs.
I know better than
to say anything more, so I simply make a gesture like I'm zipping my
lips, smiling all the while. There's a thin line between playing with
Ethel and fighting with her. I learned that a long time ago when we
first moved in together. Those days were horrible. I can handle her
now though.
“ Anyway.”
She rolls her eyes, sighing out her discontent. It disappears just as
quickly as it came on. “I figured that if we pretended to be
strippers, we could
Now she enjoys writing stories that make your heart flutter and your
inner yearnings awaken.
You can get a FREE Sky Corgan novel and stay up to date on her latest releases by
signing up for her newsletter.
Sky
Corgan's Newsletter
For all books by Sky
Corgan go to
Amazon's
Sky Corgan Page
Or
Sky
Corgan's Web Page
You can also connect
with this author via
or
Bonus Excerpt
from Between
Two Billionaires
“ Eureka! I
found it!” Ethel bursts through my bedroom door. A broad smile
stretches across her face as if she has the best news in the world.
I groan, turning my
computer chair towards her. “Don't you know how to knock?”
Apparently, she
doesn't. She's prone to walking into my room whenever she wants, no
matter how many times I chastise her about it. You'd think she owned
the place. She doesn't own the place. Our parents do. But, if I'm
being honest, she was here first. My mom and I moved in a few years
ago when our parents finally got married.
“ So.”
Ethel sets herself down on my bed, making herself comfortable.
“There's this rich guy who is throwing a party this weekend.”
She looks at me expectantly, as if she thinks I can read her mind.
“ And?” I
can't hide the annoyance from my voice. It's not like I was doing
anything important. Just chatting online with friends. It's the
principal of the matter though. I could have been naked, and she just
walked right in like it was nothing.
“ That's where
I'm going to meet my rich husband.” She does a strange head
roll, as if the answer should have been obvious.
I can't help but
laugh. “You do that.”
“ I am, and
you're coming with me.”
“ Oh?”
This is news to me. I'm not at all interested, but I know I have no
choice but to hear her out. That's what she came here for, to dish
out her devious plan.
“ Yup. You and
Lisa. Maybe we'll all get rich husbands,” she squeals as if
she's imagining us all with Prince Charmings on our arms. Sometimes I
wonder how she survives, living in such inflated fantasies. Her life
is a roller coaster of irrational hope and disappointment. Maybe if
she'd just get a job, she wouldn't have to worry about finding a rich
husband to support her.
“ The rich
husband thing is all you.” I smirk, turning my chair to face
her. She's not going anywhere any time soon; I can tell.
“ Every girl
wants a rich husband,” she sighs dreamily.
“ If you say
so.” There's no point in arguing with her. Then I'd have to sit
through a lecture detailing out why marrying rich is the best way to
go. The answers are obvious, but that's not what I want for myself. I
want to get by on hard work, supporting myself, never having to rely
on a man.
“ So anyway,
you're in, right?” She readjusts herself on the bed, staring at
me intently. Her dark eyes are so big, it's hard not to get caught up
in her enthusiasm.
“ I'm not
really interested,” I say hesitantly.
“ Girl, you
haven't even heard my plan yet.” She flips her hand out at me,
throwing her head back in an exaggerated gesture. Such a diva.
“ Enlighten me,
then.” I cross my arms over my chest, completely expecting
something outlandish.
“ Apparently,
this guy throws parties every few months. Security is really lax.”
“ That doesn't
sound like how a rich guy would run things at all. Are you sure
you're not talking about a party in the ghetto?” I tease her.
“ Would you
just shut up and listen to me for half a second.” Her temper
flairs.
I know better than
to say anything more, so I simply make a gesture like I'm zipping my
lips, smiling all the while. There's a thin line between playing with
Ethel and fighting with her. I learned that a long time ago when we
first moved in together. Those days were horrible. I can handle her
now though.
“ Anyway.”
She rolls her eyes, sighing out her discontent. It disappears just as
quickly as it came on. “I figured that if we pretended to be
strippers, we could
Similar Books
