Beverly tried her hand at many careers until she found the perfect career. She was a professional singer, a secretary, a programmer's assistant, a retail computer salesperson, a teacher, and a party consultant. She even owned her own singles newsletter. Yet all these jobs didn’t excite her. Then she found love. Talk about exciting!
Little did she know how much her husband, the man of her dreams and her best friend, would change her life. Through his support, she’s doing the jobs she was born to do. First and foremost, she’s “Mom” to a gentle, talented, and beautiful child. Next, she’s partner and best friend to a romantic and loving man she calls her “hero.” But her family knew she needed more in her life and kept supporting her through a series of misadventures and mishaps they laughingly call her "career search." Then one day, her husband said, "I think you'd be a great writer. You're always writing things. So why not write that book you've always talked about?" And you know what? She did and hasn’t stopped. Her passion has become her obsession.
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Psychic matchmaker Cally gives everyone their happy ending. But can she ever have one herself?
Touch Me
By Beverly Rae
When Sloan Janson’s best friend makes a sudden marriage after being “matched” by Cally, Sloan is convinced his friend is the victim of a con. He storms into Cally’s small Texas town, determined to expose her as a fraud. The minute he meets her, he still wants to expose her, but now in a totally different sense!
Years of matching soul mates, however satisfying, hasn’t prepared Cally for the electrical effect Sloan has on her. She’s tempted, and terrified—she’s always known matchmakers can’t have love without blowing the fuse on their gift.
Her worst fears come true when her ability to match deserts her. If she cuts Sloan out of her life, she’s sure it will return. But is that a choice she can bear to make—or to live with?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Touch Me:
Gazing through the dirty windows behind Millie Jo, Sloan searched the area for any signs of available housing. “Is this the whole town?”
He could tell by her smile—a smile offering more than the store would ever have in inventory—that she’d warmed up to him and was getting overheated at an alarming speed.
“Yep, all two main streets of it. The only real buildings, besides houses and this place, are the hunting lodge, the Legion Hall, Mabel’s Beauty Box, Jimmy’s Diner, and the school. But Mr. Dobbs fixed up some rooms in the old lodge. Nothing fancy and there’s only one shower for all the men…” she paused to run her tongue over her top lip, “…but most hunters and fishermen like it good enough.” She rested her elbows on the counter, giving him an eyeful of her generous cleavage.
Okay, maybe not such a little girl.
“Would you like me to call Mr. Dobbs for you?”
Sloan stepped away in a gut reaction to the teen’s blatant come-on. If he didn’t watch her, she’d have him up against a wall with his dick in her mouth. Right before the town sheriff popped out of the back room and declared them engaged. “Uh, no. That’s okay. I have my cell phone. Can you give me his number?”
Millie Jo flashed him a look of disappointment mixed with last chance hope. “It’s no trouble at all. Hey, I could even take you there myself. Maybe even show you one of the rooms personally. You know. Give you a real small town welcome.” The pink tongue slipped over crimson lips again. “Would you like me to show you?”
Hell, no. I don’t want any show-and-tell from Little Miss Horny.
“Now, Millie Jo, put your tail back on the stool or I’m going to tell your mama you’ve been flirting and carrying on with a stranger. She’ll be meaner than a hornet on a honey-dipped bear when she hears you’re throwing yourself at another full-growed man.”
Sloan turned around to face the speaker. Standing within a foot of him was a squat, barrel-chested man with a graying, unkempt beard and mustache.
“I’m Luke Dobbs. You looking for a place to stay?”
Sloan’s extended hand was accepted in a grip nearly costing him the use of his fingers. He tried to cover his wince at the pain by turning it into a smile. And failed.
“Yes, sir. I’d like a room at the lodge if you’ve one available.”
“Are you here for hunting or fishing?”
Inwardly, Sloan cringed. The word fishing would never have the same meaning it once had thanks to Millie Jo.
“Just a little, uh, fishing. Vacation, you know. Time away from the old grind.” Sloan wriggled his fingers and the blood crept back into them. Wow, what was with this town? First he meets the local Lolita and now Grizzly Adams. But if he had a chance of helping Rob, he’d confront all the offbeat characters Lawson could throw at him.
“The room is fifty dollars a night, paid in advance each day or by the week.” Luke’s mouth moved in what Sloan assumed was a smile. Seemed old Luke never spent much money on a good dentist what with all the missing teeth.
“That’ll be fine. Can I get in this afternoon?”
Luke flipped his cap onto his bald head and lumbered for the door. “You can get in right now. Follow me on down to the lodge and I’ll open it up for you. Millie Jo, you better mind yourself before you get into trouble like you did the last time.”
The last time? For once in his adult life, Sloan experienced a real sense of relief in putting distance between him and a female. Especially after she called a disappointed “By-ee” and blew him a kiss.
He wasted no time in following the box-shaped man out of the grocery. “By the way, a friend of mine wanted me to look up an acquaintance of his. Her name’s Cally Mathews. Do you know her?”
Luke stopped short, causing Sloan to bump into the other’s massive torso. Within seconds, friendly Grizzly Adams transformed into one menacing Big Foot. With one eye squinted shut, Luke moved his other eye slowly up and down, measuring every inch of Sloan. Now Sloan knew what a chicken must feel like when it was about to have its neck wrung.
Damn. Between learning a new meaning for the word fishing and his sudden empathy for chickens, he’d eat a lot more red meat in the days to come.
“Everybody round here knows Miss Cally.” Luke’s inspection hardened and his tobacco-laden breath assaulted Sloan’s nose, hurtling a gargantuan dose of secondhand stench straight into his nostrils. If he developed lung cancer later, he’d hold old Luke responsible. “You say you’re a friend of a friend?”
Sloan tried hard not to squirm before the older man’s piercing gaze. Somehow he imagined this guy wouldn’t appreciate his real reason for finding Cally. “Sort of. She matched my friend to a woman from here. Her name is, or was, Lisa Callow.”
Relief flooded him when another transformation returned Luke’s wide, yellow smile to greet his explanation. He blew out pent-up air, letting the worry of getting his ass kicked seep from his body.
“Oh, sure. Lisa got hitched up with some city boy from Dallas. He’s your friend?” At Sloan’s nod, Luke continued, “Well, won’t take you long to find Miss Cally. Wouldn’t take long to find anyone in this little town. Shoot, I think if a person stood in one spot for a bit, why, he’d most likely meet up with the person he’s looking for in no time at all.”
As if on cue, an early model red Honda Accord pulled in beside the one gas pump. A trim brunette slipped out of the car, pulled the gas cap off, and started filling the tank. Coppery highlights glinted in the sun, catching and holding Sloan’s attention.
Luke’s smile grew warmer when he saw the young woman and he turned to greet her. “Miss Cally, you enjoying your summer vacation?”
Cally looked up from the pump and her heart-shaped face lit up in recognition. “Oh, hi, Mr. Dobbs. I’m relaxing, but I miss my students. And how are you and Lena? Are the kids—?”
Noticing Sloan, she stopped in mid-sentence, eyebrows jumping up, emphasizing the brilliant blue orbs beneath them. Her next words came haltingly out of her mouth, as if they traveled through water to reach his ears. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were with someone.”
Sloan’s gaze locked with hers and an electric shock ran through his body. Heat scorched through him, stunning his brain into inaction for several minutes. She jumped when he did and he knew she’d felt a similar jolt. Transfixed, he stared into her startled eyes, unable and unwilling to let go of their tenuous hold.
He knew her. Yes, he definitely knew her. Or was she someone he should know?
Puzzlement rippled through him, causing the words forming in his mind to jumble together. But how could he know her? He’d never visited Lawson before today. Even more alarming was the knowledge that he wanted her, though not only in a sexual way—damn, how he’d love to lie between her legs, right now, right here—but in his gut, in his spirit. Rob’s words came back to him and he realized he needed to be with her.
Troubled by these strange ideas, he willed his tongue to speak, fighting to ignore the odd impressions. He had to keep his thoughts trained on his main goal. After a couple of failed attempts, he forced what he hoped was an affable expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to her. “H-hello. I’m Sloan Janson.”
Without a sound, without an acknowledgement of any kind, Cally whipped around, pulled out the gas pump and slammed it into its holder before jumping into her car. Sloan gaped as her car squealed out of the parking lot, leaving behind gas fumes and dust. What had happened? He’d never gotten a reaction like that from anyone before.
Simultaneous emotions of nervousness, excitement, and elation rushed through him, socking him in the gut. Basking in the warmth continuing to course through his body, he turned to Luke, hoping for an explanation. But judging from the older man’s expression, he couldn’t expect much help.
Luke scratched his chin with a perplexed expression on his face. “Well, ain’t that something? I ain’t never seen Miss Cally act so strange before.”
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FOOL ME TWICE
By Beverly Rae
About FOOL ME TWICE:
Jane Riggins, like all the other women working at Barton Enterprises, secretly lusts after the very sexy, very wealthy Brandon Barton, but believes she has no chance with him. When she meets cute and likable Charlie Hinderman, she sets her sights on the mediocre salesman, giving up her dreams about the debonair Brandon. But Brandon’s finally noticed her, even as her two best friends rig a charity event drawing, making sure one of them will win a date with the billionaire.
With Charlie’s help, she double crosses her friends’ scheme. But fate—or is it magic?—steps in when she wins the drawing and is whisked away on a romantic midnight date with her former fantasy man, Brandon. Jane, torn by her attraction to both Brandon and Charlie, can’t understand why the two men seem so much alike. From their smoldering eyes to the black stone necklace each man wears, they drive her crazy—emotionally and sexually. When she finds out they’re the same man, she has to decide. Does she love the illusion of Charlie more than the reality of Brandon?
Excerpt:
“Get a move on, slowpoke!”
Jane barely had time to secure the cover over her vending machine coffee cup before Melissa, her best friend and coworker, tugged her away from the machine, out of the break room and into the elevator.
“Damn, Mel, what’s your problem?” Wiping drops of coffee off her hand, Jane shuffled toward the rear of the elevator car to make room for the junior executives stepping in after her. She hated how these wanna-be tycoons thought they owned the building. She also hated their discount suits and perfect hairstyles, but fighting them wouldn’t make much sense. Barton Enterprises, owned by the mysterious and illusive Brandon Barton, was the place to be for up-and-coming business men and women. Dealing with their attitudes was simply a fact of life for the other employees.
Jane was content in her position as an administrative assistant (“I’m not just a secretary.”) to Roger Weltman, Division Head of Marketing. She enjoyed her position even though Roger was a stuck-up, pin-headed, pointed-nose, no-talent jerk who tried to work as little as he possibly could. Of course, she never complained about his lack of a work ethic. After all, his staying out of the office gave her more freedom.
“He’s here.”
The sparkle in Mel’s eyes should’ve clued her in, but it was still morning and she wasn’t a morning person. As a rule, she tried to ignore any and all sparkles until after lunch. “Who’s here?”
In one smooth motion, the women in the elevator pivoted toward her, their mouths dropping open like a school of big mouth bass. They acted as though she’d questioned God’s existence, the healing attributes of chocolate, and the necessity to carry a makeup bag all in one two-word sentence. “What? What’d I say?” She shrugged at the others who twitched the corner of their mouths in identical sneers, and turned their backs on her in disgust.
Mel, looking as shocked as the others, yanked her closer. “He’s here. Wake up. You know who I’m talking about. Why else would all these bitches be headed to the top floor?”
She glanced again at her fellow passengers―belatedly noting the lack of any person with a penis between their legs―with their gazes locked on the lighted bar above them, tracking the numbers as they climbed from the lobby to the twenty-third floor. The Executive Floor. The floor where the Great and Powerful made business deals involving gazillions of dollars and charted the company to ever-increasing profits. The floor where Brandon Barton’s office was located. Or as some of the women in the company liked to call it―Hunk Haven.
“You’re totally hopeless.” Mel shot her an exasperated look and rolled her eyes. Jane knew her friend expected more, wanted her to get as excited as she was, but she simply couldn’t. After all, when competing against the beautiful, thin women standing in front of her, what chance would a chubby brunette have? Answer: no chance in Hell. Nada. Nothing. Which, she reasoned, begged the question—why try?
The elevator doors slid open and one after another of the femme fatales swayed into the lobby area of the penthouse office space. With a not-very-discreet glance toward his office, one after another of these college educated women got down to the real business of their day—taking up sentinel right outside his door.
Jane kept her scowl hidden. Sheesh. They’re all huddled together, waiting to pounce on Brandon, er, Mr. Barton. As if they couldn’t spread out in the three thousand square foot office space of the penthouse floor. She followed them a few feet before turning to the left, and headed toward her desk in front of Mr. Weltman’s office. At least she had a real reason to be here.
“Come on.” Mel gave a couple of sideways nods toward Mr. Barton’s office.
Slumping into her creaky chair, Jane frowned at her friend. “What for? He rarely comes out before everyone else goes home.” She glanced at the bimbos pretending to work while surreptitiously searching for any sign of the great man. “Besides, I don’t have the equipment the competition has. My boobs may not be much, but they’re not silicone and they’re all mine. Not to mention, unlike those stick women, I have curves like a normal woman has. These girls probably spend their free time in either the plastic surgeon’s office, or throwing up in the bathroom.”
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