The Dreams Come True Series - Three friends pursue their dreams in the Big Apple, but the dreams they pursue may not be the dreams that come true.
Dreams of Perfection (Book #1) (Spring 2014) – Best-selling romance author, Darcy Butler, is holding out for perfection in the form of her own carefully-crafted heroes. But when her latest hero, Blake Garrett, comes to life, will she find perfection isn’t truly perfect?
Ship of Dreams (Book #2) – Advertising diva, Laura Armstrong, meets her match in Nathan Maxwell when he turns out to be her biggest obstacle to bagging a major account and a corner office. Will Nathan sink her ship of dreams before it ever leaves port, or will the way to love be smooth sailing?
Dreams of Her Own (Book #3) – Straitlaced personal assistant, Millicent Stephens’ only experience with love comes from books. When she meets Ian Brand she promptly dismisses him as an ill-mannered bad boy. Will she come to see past his rough-edged façade and realize he’s the only man who understands she has dreams of her own?
Dreams of Perfection (Book #1)
“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”
– Sam Keen
Darcy Butler sat across the table from her date in a trendy new Soho restaurant contemplating the fact that he was no Blake Garrett. Blake was … perfect. But why wouldn’t he be? After all, she’d created him.
Listening with half an ear, she nodded her head at something he said. He was handsome, polite, successful, charming even. He had good taste in food, wine, and from the looks of his expensive suit, clothes as well. But the comparisons continued, and she found him lacking at every turn. Robert, or Russell, or something that started with an ‘R’ asked her a question.
She could hear her mother’s well-deserved admonishment. ‘He’s buying you dinner, the least you can do is remember his name.’ Focus, Darcy.
“What do you like to do with your free time?” He gazed into her eyes, clearly trying to make a connection.
“I love going to Yankees games,” she said, excited that the season started that week.
“Yeah, do you like baseball?” Her excitement rose at the prospect of finding a fellow baseball lover. Provided, of course, his loyalties didn’t run in the wrong direction.
“No. I find baseball boring. Too much standing around. I prefer boxing or hockey, something with a little action.”
Okay — first — baseball boring? Her excitement fell in proportion to the rise in her blood pressure. Second, boxing? Hockey? Where guys beat the crap out of each other? Did she want to date a man with a proclivity for violence?
All right, all right. Down girl. Maybe she could educate him on the subtleties of baseball, the beauty of a breaking ball, the rarity of a no-hitter, the excitement of a bottom-of-the-ninth-down-by-three-full-count-with-two-outs-and-bases-loaded game. Help him see the light.
“Do you like boxing or hockey?” he continued.
“No. Sorry. I don’t.”
The clatter of silverware against china, the clink of glasses, and the low hum of conversation from other diners did nothing to diminish the uncomfortable silence that descended. ”So,” he cleared his throat, “Laura tells me you’re a writer. What do you write, fiction, non-fiction? Murder mysteries? I love a good murder mystery.”
He signaled to the waiter for another gin and tonic. His third so far, but who’s counting.
“No, I write romance.” Was that an eye roll?
“Seriously?” he asked, his highball glass poised halfway to his mouth.
That was definitely an eyebrow lift, and not the wow-that intrigues-me sort of lift, but the you-can’t-be-serious sort of lift. “Yes, really. I’m a New York Times and USA Today best-selling romance author,” she said, with no small amount of pride in her voice. “In fact, my latest book, The Doctor’s Dilemma, will be out in a few months.”
“That’s, um, great.”
“You seem surprised, and not pleasantly.” She tilted her head.
“Well, I mean,” he stammered, “Laura said you had a B.A. in Creative Writing from Columbia, and, well, using it to write books about half-naked men and heaving bosoms seems … a waste.” He made no further attempt to hide the disdain in his voice.
Her blood pressure soared, not to mention her temper. She set down her glass of Chardonnay so she could make her point without the risk of throwing the wine in his face, and propping her elbows on the table, leaned forward.
“Romance is serious business. Did you know that romantic fiction has the largest share of the U.S. consumer market? That romantic fiction generated over one billion, that’s billion with a ‘b,’ dollars in sales last year? That almost seventy-five million people read at least one romantic novel a year? And that includes men.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it. It’s a money thing.”
“No, it’s not a money thing,” she replied with a dash of snark. “I happen to love what I do. And so do my fans. All three-hundred-thousand of them.” Wow, I really need to get a grip. She’d caught the unwelcome attention of neighboring diners.
Mr. R – and ‘R’ didn’t stand for ‘Right’ — glanced around as if seeking the closest exit. His phone rang — one of those sultry sax tones — and from the look on his face, he welcomed the interruption. Excusing himself from the table he stepped outside to take the call.
Darcy snatched up her phone and texted Laura, the instigator of this blind-date-gone-wrong.
“He hates baseball. How could u?”
Momentarily her phone buzzed.
“How am I supposed to know he hates baseball? And who cares? He’s cute! And rich.”
Darcy dropped her phone into her purse as Mr. R approached the table.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. My sister’s in labor. Twins.” He gave Darcy a lame smile.
She couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, but if he was, he got an ‘A’ for creativity. Either way, she didn’t care. The evening couldn’t end soon enough as far as she was concerned. “Well, congratulations.”
Darcy stood as he tossed a hundred dollar bill down on the table. “This should take care of it. I’m really sorry. Good luck with your new book.” And with that he left.
Well, another one bites the dust. She sat back down with a sigh, before signaling the waiter. “I’ll have a Grey Goose Cosmo, and the Ahi Tuna salad, with the dressing on the side. Oh, and the melting chocolate cake for dessert.” Since Mr. R was buying, she might as well eat.
Romancing Dr. Love – Contemporary Romance
“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”
– Albert Einstein
Samantha Love, a brainy psychology professor, who has based her entire career on the hypothesis that love is simply a chemical reaction, finds she must defend her science when she meets her anti-thesis in the form of a handsome, romantic literature professor.