Books and Movies Addict: Cover Reveal : Homewrecker Incorporated

Without love, marriage is just business. At least that’s what Claudia Mason tells the
women who seek her firm’s unique services. With wealthy husbands who see their
wedding rings as meaningless pieces of jewelry, they trust Claudia to do whatever is
necessary to gather the hard evidence needed to shatter an ironclad prenup.

She is the best in the business and has yet to meet a mark she couldn’t get the goods
on— solidifying her belief that no man can be trusted. After landing a client who is
her ticket to retirement, she is on top of the world. Until a chance encounter with
Greyston Michaels turns her carefully controlled world upside down.

Greyston shows Claudia a part of herself she thinks she’s lost, making her question
everything she believes about men—and love. But in Claudia's world, following her
heart is bad for business. And business is everything.

*DRUM ROLL* Here is The COVER

Title : Homewrecker Incorporated
Release Date : 5 January 2016
Author : S.Simone Chavous
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I looked up and all of the composure I’d worked so hard to regain melted away. A
few yards behind me, staring at me in the reflective glass, was a man who made my
heart stop. My breath hitched and I was paralyzed as my mind raced for the
appropriate response to Gregory Michaels’ unexpected appearance. Whatever
mutiny my body staged against my mind wasn’t the response I was hoping for. By
some miracle, the door opened in front of me, breaking the spell.

An average-looking man in a nondescript business suit held the door, waiting
politely for me to pass through. In a daze, I shuffled in and spun around to find Mr.
Michaels standing in the same spot, still looking at me. I knew he couldn’t see me
through the dark glass, but that didn’t lessen the impact of his gaze. He walked
toward the door, his expression intent, purposeful. I struggled to take a step back, as
if some invisible force pulled me toward him. I’d never felt anything like it before, so
I did the only reasonable thing I could think of.

I ran.

The ladies restroom was just a few yards away so I ducked inside.

What. The. Fuck? I leaned against the door of the woman’s bathroom. That wasn’t
me out there. Men didn’t have that effect on me; I had it on them. I was always in
control. Every step I’d taken regarding men for as long as I could remember was
part of a well laid out plan. Until that moment.

I pulled the door just enough to peer through the crack. My pulse thudded in my
ears. Looking at him, completely uninhibited by the risk of discovery, it was
impossible to deny my attraction to him. The flush of my skin and the fluttering in
my stomach gave it away all too well.

Gregory Michaels scanned the lobby, looking for something, or someone. Knowing in
my bones what he was looking for was me pleased me far more than it should have.

Ignoring the temptation to exit and let him find me, I kept watching. He approached
the desk manned by two security officers.

“Oh! Excuse me!” the woman entering the bathroom nearly shouted.

I jumped back, my hand over my chest. The surprise flooded me with an extra dose
of adrenaline as if my senses weren’t already on high alert. Still holding the door
open, she studied me for a moment before looking over her shoulder back into the
lobby. Turning back to me, she giggled with a knowing expression and stepped
through the doorway.

“He has that effect,” she said, moving past me as the door closed.

Thank God the door blocked me from view. I smiled at her unashamed. Under
different circumstances I would have openly appreciated Gregory Michaels with any
nearby woman, or man for that matter, who had the use of their eyes. Blindness was
surely the only defense against that kind of appeal.

“Is that Mr. Michaels?” I played dumb. There was no doubt who he was. I’d spent
more time than was necessary looking at pictures of him for my research. None of
that research prepared me for my body’s reaction to him

She raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, this is your first time seeing him in person. I would tell you it gets easier, but
I’ve worked here for over a year and still get nervous around him.”

I could understand why.

I shrugged, smiling at her in the mirror.

“Thanks for the heads-up. I’m interviewing to replace his administrative assistant.”

“Lucky you! I thought they were looking to fill that position internally.” She
extended her hand. “I’m Stacy, accounting department. You better watch out. More
than one of your new coworkers will be pissed if you get the job.”

It sounded like a joke, but the look in her eyes told me she was serious.

“Claudia, Claudia Winston,” I replied as we shook hands. The last name from my
childhood felt strange on my lips.

I’d decided to use my real first name for the job, considering I was working at home
and there was always the possibility of running into someone who knew me. People
don’t typically shout out last names when they bump into acquaintances on the
street, and even if they did, a new last name was much easier to explain away.

Winston was my father’s last name. I legally changed my last name to my mother’s
maiden name after she died. It was another way to cut my father, Robert, out of my
life.

Apart from my name, the rest of my identity was entirely fake. Bridget created a
false work history, school transcripts, and credit report under a recycled social
security number, which I then used to rent a small one-bedroom apartment a few
blocks from my real one. Bridget ensured everything was in place for me to pass the
intense background check G&G’s human resources department would run if I was
considered for the position.

“Unfortunately, the yummy Mr. Michaels is only for looking at. He’s happily married
to a gorgeous saint of a woman,” Stacy said before reapplying her lipstick in the
mirror.

I contained my sarcastic laugh. Forget that his wife hired me to seduce him and was
considering divorce, the way he’d looked at me told me in no uncertain terms his
marriage was far from happy. Poor Elsa. Guilt tugged at the corners of my mind.

Another odd feeling for me. Clearly meeting my mark’s wife had more of an impact
than I’d anticipated.

“Good to know.”

I glanced at the door, wondering if the coast was clear. Of course the goal was for me
to meet him, and his initial reaction to me was far better than I could have hoped for.

The problem was my initial reaction to him. I needed to be in control. It had to be on
my terms. After all, he was just another job. He was just another job. It didn’t hurt to
remind myself a second time.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” Stacy headed for the door.

I held my breath, waiting for a glimpse into the lobby from my safe vantage point.

With no sign of Mr. Michaels, I moved closer to the exit to get a better look before
the door closed. He was gone as far as I could tell. I only had a few minutes before
my meeting with Janet, so it was now or never. Inhaling deeply, I slung my bag over
my shoulder and stood tall.

I strode over to the security desk, using every ounce of the acting skills I possessed
to maintain a facade of self-assurance.

“Hi.” I smiled at the Mack truck of a security guard. “I’m Claudia Winston here to see
Mrs. Janet Peterson.”

He flashed a cocky grin, reminding me of Mr. Fantastic from Florida.

“Go on through, um, Ms. Winston,” he said, taking an obvious peek at my left hand.

Stepping through the gate, I consciously told my feet to take each step toward the
elevator. How the hell was I supposed to sit through an interview, knowing a man
who’d evoked such a tempest of emotion in me was somewhere close by? I
whispered prayers as I walked, unsure if they were to keep him away or bring him
to me.

When the elevator doors parted, it seemed they must have been the latter.

“Going up?” Mr. Michaels said, a half smile smug on his face as he leaned against the
wall. His head tilted forward and his warm honey-colored eyes glinted through long
lashes.

Fuck. Me.