Jack Willis is every bit the start-up prodigy—seriously smart, inventive, and
totally sexy. With his incredible mind, extraordinary body, and a bank account
with more zeroes than you can count, he would give the sharks from Shark Tank a
run for their money. Everyone from Wall Street investors to drooling house
wives wants a piece of him. Everyone except Libby Hanson, that is.
Libby Hanson is a crafty, curvy bombshell, more accustomed to macrame and
crochet than fine dining and stealth engineering. She reads, she writes, she
drinks wine with her cat…and she’s never even heard of Jack Willis until she
lands an interview that will change her life forever.
Jack needs a book written—and fast. His sexy new car is about to be released on
the market, and a New York Times bestselling book would be the perfect
marketing push to get his business to the next level. He could have any writer
he wants: but he wants Libby. She’s feisty, gorgeous, and has a way with words
like nobody else.
To write his book, Libby has to see everything he does. She gets thrust into a
brand new world of A-list red carpet events, meetings with executives, and long
nights in the workshop that grow increasingly intimate. But to write a
bestseller, Libby needs more. Their connection is off the charts, but she’ll
need to discover the real Jack—the man behind the inventions, the man who’s
steadily stealing her heart. Jack has secrets—lots of them—and Libby will do
anything to get the scoop. With Jack’s true nature coming to the surface, Libby
finds herself torn—will she expose the man everyone is dying to get the dirt
on? Or will she protect the man she is slowly but surely falling for?
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blank. No point beating around the bush for much longer. And I was curious how
she’d react. Most people would stutter and immediately deny their lack of
Everything about her was different.
sheepish. “I don’t, I’m sorry,” she confessed. “I don’t like to come so
unprepared, but I’m afraid no one was very forthcoming with details about the
job. Just that someone needed a ghostwriter.”
captivated me. And I was the kind of man that paid attention when my gut told
me to. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I had if I hadn’t developed a pretty
damn good set of instincts. And my instincts were saying that Libby Hanson
deserved a closer look.
I didn’t know who you were when I walked in. And I still don’t.”
had been living under a rock for the past few years or she just didn’t travel
in the kind of circles that discussed the latest tech inventions. Or the latest
millionaire gossip mill. It was incredibly refreshing. Everyone else I had
interviewed for the ghostwriter job had nearly fallen over themselves, quoting
other articles or pieces that had been written about me, trying to impress me.
And that was if they were men. If they were women, they tended to start batting
their eyelashes and making unsubtle attempts to display various body parts.
Even though it had been happening for years – ever since my name and photo were
on the cover of Forbes – I still couldn’t get used to women throwing themselves
at me with such aggression. I’d always been lucky with the ladies, but the fame
and the money made it out of control. I didn’t like fawning, I just found it
annoying. And I really didn’t want to work with someone who was going to try to
flatter and butter me up, even if it was for the sake of the book. A book which
I had been loathed to do in the first place. I hated talking about myself. I
wanted to talk about the work, about what I wanted to accomplish, not which
supermodel I was rumored to be dating or all the money I was making. My
personal life was just that – personal. And I intended to keep that side of me
out of the press and out of this book.
and I saw the opportunity to avoid the usual pitfalls I often found when being
interviewed. She didn’t know me, didn’t know my reputation. She would be able
to approach this book without any preconceived notions. Without any agenda. It
could actually be about the work, and not about me.
Libby needs money and she’s written books so she’s a perfect fit to ghost-write Jack Willis’ autobiography, right? Except Libby knows NOTHING about Jack’s world or even who he is. Which Jack decides is perfect. A biographer who doesn’t know about him so he can direct the narrative? She’s perfect!! It doesn’t hurt that he can’t keep his eyes off her too.
I really liked reading this story. Libby seemed so normal and everyday. She likes to craft and writes crafting books. And she is sassy and spunky and curvy and I love that about her.
interests include red wine, sushi, strolls through Central Park, and steamy
men- both real and imaginary. She lives on the Upper East Side with her German