She propositioned the wrong man. Finally Right, 99 cents through September 17.

Jaya Vinar teaches other people how to chase their dreams. She’s not taking her own advice.

She’s the star of her company’s motivational speaking tour. Sold-out presentations, record book sales, she is on top. But her past lingers nearby like a black cloud. When her boss saddles her with a “personal consultant” to keep her focused, Jaya does her best to scare the man off. Over-the-top, undone-buttons, spank-me-please style.

Small problem. The man she propositioned isn’t the consultant.

The consultant is three stools down, and he’s not scared off. He’s intrigued, and he’s about to guide her through three private sessions teaching her focus in ways that never appeared in any company handbook. Strawberries. A canoe. A whole lot of whispered instructions.

Actually, Conrad Dunn isn’t a consultant. He’s a therapist standing in for his identical twin and he’s sinking fast. Every hour with Jaya makes the lie harder to keep and harder to give up.

At night, after the lessons, Jaya pours herself into a sexy story she swears no one will ever read.

She’s wrong about that, too.

Sometimes losing the life you planned is how you find the one that was finally right.

Reader note: a steamy contemporary romance novella with explicit love scenes, a mistaken-identity setup, and a story-within-the-story that leans into light dominance and submission. Includes a scene in which a private piece of writing is exposed.

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An excerpt

The Troy, Michigan hotel bar was circled by oil paintings of thoroughbreds grazing on rolling hills. Thanks to the wall paneling and brass fixtures, it was businesslike and sophisticated, yet still cozy. Typical country club style, nice, but not all that fitting for a business hotel in a suburb known for its huge, flashy, upscale mall. Despite the slightly out-of-place interior, it was the kind of place young professionals dreamt about when checking in with the company’s credit card.

An ornate mirror ran the length of the bar, reflecting the brightly-colored liquor bottles. The only person seated in the row of tall stools was a brown-haired man in a nondescript navy jacket and khaki pants. A glass of white wine sat in front of him and his full attention was on his phone. She stood back, watching him for a few long seconds, a plan forming in the back of her mind. The idea rose up out of her recently shredded self-confidence, clawing its way to the surface, and pulling itself together like the shameful hussy that it was. She should’ve considered all the ramifications of the beastly plan, but she didn’t.

She unbuttoned two more buttons on her beige blouse then shimmied to reveal some cleavage. Once done, she fluffed up her hair, marched over to the bar, and slipped onto the stool beside the brown-haired man.

She settled onto the seat, crossing her legs slowly.

He didn’t look up from his phone, but the bartender spotted her and came over.

“What can I pour for you, Miss?”

She leaned to the right and nudged the man beside her. “What do you think?”

He blinked behind a pair of round glasses.

She touched her collarbone then ran her fingertips down the front of her blouse, pausing at each button before dropping her hand to her lap. “To drink.” She tipped her head toward the bar. “What do you think I should get to drink?”

“Ummm…”

She tapped her fingertips along the inside of her thigh. “As a professional, I’m sure you have an opinion.”

He glanced at his glass, his face crinkling. “I’m having a Piesporter. It’s, um, nice.”

Jaya lifted her eyebrows as she turned back to the man behind the bar. “I’ll have what he’s having,” she said with an innocent smile.

The bartender nodded then moved over to take the order of someone who’d just sat on Jaya’s other side. “Coming right up,” he confirmed to Jaya as he passed by, tossing a white bar towel over his shoulder.

“Thanks,” she said, leaning over to draw the man’s attention back to her. “I never know what to order. ‘Cause, you know, I’m so scatter-brained and disorganized.” She offered him her prettiest smile and did a tiny shimmy with her shoulders. It was, admittedly, a little over the top, but she really did want to shake him off quickly and effectively. Before he knew what hit him. “You’re going to take care of my little personality flaws, right?”

His throat jerked when he swallowed. He took a sip of his wine then set the glass down carefully, still holding on to the stem, as though he might take another sip right away.

“What are you going to do first?” she asked.

“Do?” He held tight to the wineglass.

She lifted her eyebrows and blinked. “To me?”

“You?”

If it wouldn’t have completely ruined the effect, she would have laughed at his panicked expression. Instead, she kept going, keeping her eyes wide with mock innocence. “Yes. To me.”

He flattened his palm to the edge of the bar and swayed. This was going to be even easier than she expected. He turned away, watching his own hand as he slid his fingers up and down the stem of his glass.

The rebellious side completely took over. “I know I’ve been naughty and caused a lot of trouble for people.”

He looked over and she went in for the finish. She batted her eyes, pressed her lips together then asked, “Are you going to put me over your knees and…”

His hand stopped and the bartender set the glass of white wine in front of Jaya.

She wiggled on the stool and the hem of her skirt rose a few inches. “…and spank me?”

His face went blank then flashed with distress. “I—I–”

“Dale told me to cooperate fully.” She pressed her lips together, glanced down then said, “I’m ready to do that.”

Victory was hers. She could taste it.

He snatched up his glass, downed what was left, scrambled off the barstool, and called to the bartender. “Just leave it on my room tab.”

The bartender nodded as he stepped over to pick up the empty glass. “Take it easy,” he called at the man’s back, as he waved one hand but didn’t turn around.

As Jaya turned to her drink, she caught her own reflection in the mirror. A smug smile tugged on her lips. She almost wished it hadn’t been so easy. Just as she was about to look away, she felt the tug of someone else’s gaze. The man beside her was also looking into the mirror, smiling. Not at himself but at her.

She quirked an eyebrow then noticed his deep chestnut hair. Her stare dropped to take in his shoulders, hugged by a professional but attractive navy suit jacket. Intelligent and knowing eyes gazed back at her and her smirk faltered then dropped.

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