Friday, August 5, 2016

Preorder Milk Money by Jude E. McNamara

Milk Money

Nicholas Becker, New York’s Angel Investor extraordinaire, has the perfect life of wealth, power, and prestige. Almost. Gone is the missing long-time love of his life, Harper Carmichael Montgomery. She’s the one woman immune to his charming ways, since their summer love went awry a decade ago. All grown up, Harper has become Nicholas’s most ardent business nemesis.

Harper Carmichael Montgomery, daughter to a U.S. Senator and heiress to the Carmichael Empire, is at the top of her game. CEO of her own company, Harper is now one of Forbes’ top Thirty Over Thirty businesswoman. She’s the poster gal for a successful single businesswoman’s life. Life is good, except for the one thing she lost a decade ago, the only man who ever held her heart captive, Nicholas Becker.

While years have passed, Nicholas and Harper’s animosity towards each other has yet to fade. The wedding of mutual friends draws Nicholas and Harper together long enough to discover they must compete yet again in a race to take over the Japanese conglomerate both prestigious family empires desire to possess.

Will obligation to family come first? Or will Nicholas and Harper heal old wounds and build a bridge to fulfill the desires of what only they can achieve together?

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About Jude E. McNamara

I am Jude E. McNamara. Virtual adventurer. Keyboard ninja. Guardian of sassy romantic encounters. I am the alter ego of that other woman, Jude. You know, the one that loves snowy nights, is in a relationship with love, and looking for her own hero. While by day she’s off being the disciplined scrappy businesswoman with the mind of a shark, I gallivant her keyboard by night, running wild and free on the down-low. I figure she’ll have to catch up to me. Because once that blue power button turns on, I’m far too busy breathing life into those colorful characters that run around in her head, incessantly telling me their stories even if it’s at the break of dawn.

You can find me and my merry band of jet-setting girlfriends running from the paparazzi at the high-end cocktail bars in Manhattan, drinking Patron Silver. I’m the flashy one wearing the sparkly tiara on my head. Like clockwork, when she faithfully dons her track shoes to catch up with me, I usually have to listen to her lecture me about my behavior over a glass of champagne. She loves champagne. Actually I love champagne too—except I like mine with a side of tall, handsome hunk begging me to stop at the intersection of heartbreak hotel and romantic encounter road, demanding a happily ever after.

It’s an arduous race to “The End” before her blue button goes dark and I cease to exist. But once the blue light appears, the race is on, right up to the point when we two Judes meet on the same page, often in a book like this one.

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