Bona Fide Beauty ~
Book 1 in Bona Fide Series
Long Blurb:
She's going to lose her house.
Kathleen Baum has four months to complete the city's required code changes to her grandma's home. Otherwise, she loses it. Strapped for cash, Kat's only way to get the funds is to bargain with her devil cousin. She agrees to an unwanted makeover, but she's not good at taking direction, pretend or not.
He's going to lose his business.
Devid Esposito has worked all his life to build a successful image consulting company, but if he doesn't start bringing in new clients the business will be bankrupt in three months. The board is ready to oust him when his partner, Kat's cousin, enters with the opportunity to get his mojo back; all he needs to do is help Kat, with a makeover. Unfortunately, Dev doesn't take on female clients anymore since the last one broke his heart and used his tips against him.
When they find out they have a common enemy, his heart-breaking client is her code-breaking-whistleblower, and the easiest way to bring the foe down is to accept the other's help. Losing their hearts to each other was the one thing they didn't plan for.
Kathleen Baum has four months to complete the city's required code changes to her grandma's home. Otherwise, she loses it. Strapped for cash, Kat's only way to get the funds is to bargain with her devil cousin. She agrees to an unwanted makeover, but she's not good at taking direction, pretend or not.
He's going to lose his business.
Devid Esposito has worked all his life to build a successful image consulting company, but if he doesn't start bringing in new clients the business will be bankrupt in three months. The board is ready to oust him when his partner, Kat's cousin, enters with the opportunity to get his mojo back; all he needs to do is help Kat, with a makeover. Unfortunately, Dev doesn't take on female clients anymore since the last one broke his heart and used his tips against him.
When they find out they have a common enemy, his heart-breaking client is her code-breaking-whistleblower, and the easiest way to bring the foe down is to accept the other's help. Losing their hearts to each other was the one thing they didn't plan for.
ASIN: B072S63QKS
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Author Bio: Landra
Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories
where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word,
and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and
having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone,
fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
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Excerpt:
Moisture welled in her eyes and she heard Murph's chair
squeak as the legs slid sharply against the linoleum floor. Before she could
object, or even answer his question, he hauled her to her feet and wrapped her
in a hug. The way their bodies aligned, in some perfect way, like two puzzle
pieces joining together, hit her straight in the chest and a knot formed there.
This hug touched her emotional center more than the first
one. She could easily blame it on all the memories she'd stirred, coupled with
this display of affection. Jordan had heard her cry about her family before and
always told her to forget them, live in the now with him. Murph did the
opposite.
“They were assholes, and I know it hurts. But this hug is
a good memory. One you can draw on when the bad ones surface, which they always
do even when we don’t want them. I'm not leaving you.”
She squeezed him back, loving how his muscled parts fit
against her soft ones. She was incredibly softer than he, but it worked. He
held her tighter and smelled of pine and paint, a refreshing scent. When they
finally pulled apart, more like their upper halves loosening the hold on one another,
he kept his arms and hands entangled with hers. They’d shared something, a
common respect for both of them being a bit damaged, a bit not-quite-right.
They locked eyes and for a moment, Aggie believed he'd
kiss her. She wanted him to. Just once, to know what the experience of kissing
someone who got her was like.
Instead, he said, “Let me paint you.”
