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pursuit of you—so just be forewarned.” He paused here, adding as he straightened his strong shoulders, “For now, however, we have to concentrate on getting your contracts signed—before, say, Simon and Schuster, discovers my secret and snatches you and your book away from me.”
“Well now we can’t risk that, can we?” Helena winked, adding as she inclined her head in her direction, “Although I must admit that, before I sign your contracts, I will need to ask one very special favor of you first.”
“Name it,” Trey said immediately, leaning forward with eager ears to hear her stipulation.
Helena grinned.
“The safe and immediate return of my hands,” she told him, adding with a shrug, “I might just need them to sign your contracts.”
“Well you’ll only need one of them to sign, correct?” he arched an exquisite eyebrow, dropping one hand as he used the remaining appendage to lead Helena in the direction of his desk. “May I keep the other?”
As Helena reviewed and signed her author contracts, she and Trey discussed possible plans for the release of her first book.
“I’d love to have a big release party for you, of course,” Trey mused, stroking his sculpted chin in thought, “And a signing where all of your future fans and devoted readers can meet you for the first time. Other than that, though, I believe we need to plan something really special to promote the release of this book.”
Helena thought a moment, then snapped her fingers.
“By George Clooney, I think I’ve got it!” She pulled out an old favorite phrase for Trey’s chuckling amusement. “Since this is indeed a special book—one that features a strong, no nonsense heroine clearly ahead of her time, then why don’t we plan a related fund-raiser on behalf of a local domestic violence shelter?”
“I know just the place!” Trey insisted, snapping her fingers in kind return. “My mom has volunteered for years at the Sunshine shelter on Fifth Street. They help so many women and children and are in constant need of funds; I think it would be a great idea to collect donations for the shelter at your release party.”
Helena nodded.
“My sisters and I used to volunteer all the time at the shelter in our hometown,” she recalled, adding with a shrug, “As nice as it was to help with cleaning and organizing around there, and sometimes to bring in the old clothes we were constantly outgrowing—of course, we couldn’t give up too many of our clothes, as we never knew when Mom would decide to pop out yet another infant female bearing a name starting with ‘h’—I always wanted to do more; to give some money as well. I mean, that’s why a lot of women stay in those awful situations in the first place—they have no money of their own, to support them and their kids.”
Trey grabbed her hand across the desk, bringing it to his lips for a long, sweet kiss.
“For all of your sarcasm, Vance, you certainly do have a beautiful heart,” he praised her.
“Well so do you,” Helena nodded with a smile. “And a great ass to boot.”
Trey howled.
“I’ll get on the phone to the shelter later today, to ask for a representative to be in attendance at the release,” he promised. “We can present her with a check at the end of the evening.”
“Excellent!” Helena applauded him, adding as she inclined her head in her editor’s direction, “And it might be even more excellent to donate part of the proceeds from the book sales to the shelter.”
Trey thought a moment, then nodded.
“Maybe ten percent?” he offered, stroking his chin in thought.
“Make it thirty,” Helena countered immediately, folding her arms before her.
She furrowed her brow in acute worry as Trey doubled over across his
“Well now we can’t risk that, can we?” Helena winked, adding as she inclined her head in her direction, “Although I must admit that, before I sign your contracts, I will need to ask one very special favor of you first.”
“Name it,” Trey said immediately, leaning forward with eager ears to hear her stipulation.
Helena grinned.
“The safe and immediate return of my hands,” she told him, adding with a shrug, “I might just need them to sign your contracts.”
“Well you’ll only need one of them to sign, correct?” he arched an exquisite eyebrow, dropping one hand as he used the remaining appendage to lead Helena in the direction of his desk. “May I keep the other?”
As Helena reviewed and signed her author contracts, she and Trey discussed possible plans for the release of her first book.
“I’d love to have a big release party for you, of course,” Trey mused, stroking his sculpted chin in thought, “And a signing where all of your future fans and devoted readers can meet you for the first time. Other than that, though, I believe we need to plan something really special to promote the release of this book.”
Helena thought a moment, then snapped her fingers.
“By George Clooney, I think I’ve got it!” She pulled out an old favorite phrase for Trey’s chuckling amusement. “Since this is indeed a special book—one that features a strong, no nonsense heroine clearly ahead of her time, then why don’t we plan a related fund-raiser on behalf of a local domestic violence shelter?”
“I know just the place!” Trey insisted, snapping her fingers in kind return. “My mom has volunteered for years at the Sunshine shelter on Fifth Street. They help so many women and children and are in constant need of funds; I think it would be a great idea to collect donations for the shelter at your release party.”
Helena nodded.
“My sisters and I used to volunteer all the time at the shelter in our hometown,” she recalled, adding with a shrug, “As nice as it was to help with cleaning and organizing around there, and sometimes to bring in the old clothes we were constantly outgrowing—of course, we couldn’t give up too many of our clothes, as we never knew when Mom would decide to pop out yet another infant female bearing a name starting with ‘h’—I always wanted to do more; to give some money as well. I mean, that’s why a lot of women stay in those awful situations in the first place—they have no money of their own, to support them and their kids.”
Trey grabbed her hand across the desk, bringing it to his lips for a long, sweet kiss.
“For all of your sarcasm, Vance, you certainly do have a beautiful heart,” he praised her.
“Well so do you,” Helena nodded with a smile. “And a great ass to boot.”
Trey howled.
“I’ll get on the phone to the shelter later today, to ask for a representative to be in attendance at the release,” he promised. “We can present her with a check at the end of the evening.”
“Excellent!” Helena applauded him, adding as she inclined her head in her editor’s direction, “And it might be even more excellent to donate part of the proceeds from the book sales to the shelter.”
Trey thought a moment, then nodded.
“Maybe ten percent?” he offered, stroking his chin in thought.
“Make it thirty,” Helena countered immediately, folding her arms before her.
She furrowed her brow in acute worry as Trey doubled over across his
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