Mistress Of Fortune
"Good morning, this is Sasha Kilgore, public relations assistant."
"Hi, Sasha. Blake Fortune, here."
At the sound of his smooth baritone filtering through the phone into her ear, Sasha's heart skipped a beat and she had to remind herself to breathe.
"Hello, Blake. What can I do for you today?"
"I need a favor, Sasha."
Every time he said her name, a tiny little flutter in the pit of her stomach reminded her that she apparently still carried the remnants of a schoolgirl's crush for the youngest of the Fortune men."
"I'll do what I can," she said, hoping she didn't sound too eager. "What do you need?"
"You."
"Me?, Her pulse raced and the room suddenly felt as if it had become a vacuum.
"I know this is late in the game to be asking about something like this, but I'm opening a new casino here in Deadwood toward the end of the month and I need your help coming up with a special PR campaign to kick things off. I want it to run though the summer to attract vacationers."
It was completely ridiculous, but she felt a little disappointed that his call wasn't of a personal nature. "Hotels and the gaming i ... read full excerpt from Mistress of Fortune ebook
