Book: Deacon: (Starkis Family #1)
Author: Cheryl Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
When Deacon Starkis sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of his glossy catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. Sheâs not available. But that wonât stop Deacon. Heâs a man used to getting what he wants and he wants Mia.
Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her heâs intrigued. Heâs not the only one. But she knows sheâd be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesnât do relationships and she doesnât do casual sex. It seems theyâre at an impasse.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and Iâve never looked back!
Iâve always loved reading and writing, but it wasnât until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, âWho the heck wrote that? âCause Iâm pretty sure it wasnât me!â
I donât write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. Iâm not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and itâs not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.
When Iâm not writing, Iâm daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know Iâll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides itâs quitting time. I donât work for myself. I work for her. Sheâs the boss. And Iâm okay with that.