Adrift
Isabel Jolie
(Haven Island)
Publication date: June 8th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I can be your dream girl…for a price…
Ever heard of Only Fans? It’s not my ideal job, but it pays the bills.
It’s even made me somewhat of a celebrity. My subscribers love my provocative shots, and I’m oh-so-good at teasing them.
Then he shows up in my small town and complicates everything.
See, Mr. Green-Eyed Gazillionaire is so far out of my league it’s ridiculous. We’re polar opposites.
That doesn’t change the fact that even though I’m a fantasy to most men, I only want to be his reality.
But nothing real can ever happen between us. Logically, I know that.
Too bad logic and I have never had anything but a passing acquaintance.
Because now, if I’m not careful, I’m afraid this sexy billionaire will smash my poor, pathetic heart into oblivion…A delicious hot billionaire romance featuring two polar opposites adrift on a resort island with a small-town atmosphere, right of the coast of North Carolina.
This is a steamy contemporary romance with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating.
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play
“Did you hang up on me?” Shock enveloped his words.
“Yeah.” Get over it.
“Don’t do that. If I say something that offends you, tell me. But don’t end the call. I had a shitty day. I called you because I was reaching out as a friend.”
“Yeah, do you ask all your friends what they’re wearing when you call them? Does Tate give you a good rundown?”
“Fine. I might…I don’t know. That was bad flirting. I got it. I won’t do it again.”
I sipped my wine, waiting for an actual apology.
“How’d your meeting with the bank go?”
My emotions shimmied around uncontrollably. “Not well. I’ve decided that on my next loan application I need to take a different approach to describe my current business.”
“What did they say about it?”
“It wasn’t a they. It was a he. And…” I trailed off, unsure about what to admit.
“Did he come on to you?” he asked. I thought I picked up on a mixture of anger and disbelief. The desire to hang up on him evaporated.
“In a totally professional way. Maybe I was reading into it.” It was probably all in my head. He really didn’t do anything wrong. Some might say he was being nice.
“Tell me what he said.”
“He said I wasn’t likely to get a loan without experience running a restaurant, but he was willing to help me work on my business plan—if I met him at a hotel bar.” I held my breath for Gabe’s reaction, curious. He could say that was normal and how things were done in the business world. In Wilmington, I’d seen business executives hovering around the bar. I’d been in the exact Holiday Inn bar he mentioned once.
Gabe muttered something I couldn’t quite pick up. “Look, the restaurant sector isn’t an area I know. But let me make some phone calls. I’ll have an industry expert consult with you.”
“That’s—”
“Poppy, this is how it’s done. You learn from those with more experience and knowledge. I could tell you something off the top of my head that needs improvement in your presentation, but my feedback won’t be as useful as an industry expert. And what the banker said, about the lack of experience, that could be a legitimate obstacle. Does the chef you are partnering with have any ownership or management experience?”
“No.” I’d fluffed his experience up. Clay was currently the line cook at Jules. But he liked healthy food. And my plan was for more of a wine bar, a place for vacationing adults to come and hang out in a relaxing atmosphere, even after dinner.
“Let me make some calls.”
“How much would a consultant cost?”
“Consider it a favor for hanging out with me and letting me crash on your sofa.”
“Gabe, I don’t want to be indebted to you. How much?”
“Won’t cost a thing. I’ll call in some favors. It’ll be an initial consultation, and you can decide how you want to take it from there.”
“Thank you.”
He sighed. “No problem.”
“Why’d you have a shit day?”
“Ah, just another day in the business world.” Shrill beeps and a robotic voice sounded through the phone. “Premise is secure.”
“Are you just getting home now?”
“Yeah. I had dinner with brokers.”
I checked the time. After ten. “You sound tired.”
“I am. I wake at four a.m. This is a late-night for me. Especially given it’s only Monday.”
“Four a.m.? That’s inhuman.”
He chuckled. I sensed he spoke while walking and talking, maybe even preparing for bed.
“I suppose I should let you go so you can get a good night’s sleep.”
“I’ll have my assistant email over a consultant’s name. And, Poppy?”
“Yeah?”
“That banker was an ass. And I didn’t mean to be.”
Author Bio:
Isabel Jolie, or Izzy to her friends, is an Amazon bestselling indie author with an unquenchable thirst for a good, sexy love story. Izzy’s heart pumps faster for stories with strong heroines, down-to-earth realism, and an unexpected twist.
When she’s not writing or reading, she can often be found with a glass of wine in hand relaxing with her husband, daughters, and good friends lakeside.
Izzy fills her Instagram feed with funnies, inspirational “brain candy”, and anything that meshes with her mood of the day. #mood.
GIVEAWAY!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Hosted by:
