What happens when a modern day Cinderella has a one night stand with a man named Prince?
Cynderella Jones, Ella to her friends and family, owns a thriving and successful cleaning service called dirtydamsels. 30, single and a self imposed recycled-virgin, Ella is looking to keep her company private. But when her business manager tells her he’s heard scuttlebutt about a takeover, she realizes she needs a plan to protect her business. Before she can, she has to navigate through a week where sick calls and marriages lighten her work force. When she goes out on a cleaning call for a very influential client, she meets a man so hot, so exciting, she literally comes out of her exiled celibate-state and has a one-night fling with him. But when Cynderella discovers he’s the front man for the supposed takeover, she scrambles to protect her heart and her company.
Targeted Age Group:: 30-70
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Hubby and I had spent the weekend in New York and during the long drive home I was thinking about all the household things I had to do once we arrived back to New Hampshire. Grocery shopping for the week; laundry; cleaning the house. I was wishing I had someone to do it all for me and right then, the idea to write about a cleaning service popped into my head.
I’ve always loved the Cinderella fairy tale. I’ve watched the Leslie Ann Warren television musical made back in the ‘60s about 100 times over the years, and I wanted to write a modern day version of that tale. Since Cinderella was, at heart, a cleaning lady for her horrible stepmother, I figured, why not give her some new millennium growth and make her the CEO of an elite cleaning business? Dirty Damsels, the name of her business ( and the title of the book!) blasted across my mind and I knew I was on to something.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Updating a fairy tale is easy, as far as names go. I simply switched one letter in Cinderella's name and had Ella Jones, my CEO of Dirty Damsels.
Now, my Prince Charming was another story. I didn't want him to be a real prince, but making his last name Prince seemed like a great idea, Esp. when he's called the Prince of Wall Street. I love the name Duncan, but I didn't want his nickname if be Dunc or Dun ( ***Shudders!!) But since he's such a great guy, everyone's bud, I decided to call him Buddy. It fit!
The evil stepmother, or in this case, the woman referred to as the Evil Bitch, was a fun name to think up because she needed 4 ex-husband surnames!
I turned and there he was, in all his life-sized magnificence, coming towards us.
Dressed again in an unbelievably well cut and fitted black pinstripe suit, baby blue shirt and deep, deep blue tie, his stride ate up the floor beneath him. Shoes polished to a high, buffed sheen peeped from under trouser legs hiding what I knew personally were well-toned, corded calves. Calves I’d run my fingers, toes, and tongue up and down.
His gaze was trained on his aunt, but as he got within touching distance it shifted to me. Recognition bloomed in a nano-second, as I heard Calista say, “Buddy, come meet someone very dear to me.”
Without speaking, his eyes widened and his hands reached out. It looked as if he were going to take me in his arms. While his smile broadened, I did a quick half turn, stuck out my hand and pulled one of his into it, stopping him mid-stride. “Ella Jones.” I pumped his hand and squeezed. “Your Aunt mentioned you were in town, visiting, for a few days. It’s nice to meet you. I adore your aunt.”
I’d plastered what might have been a maniacal looking smile on my face as I rushed through the greeting, hoping against hope he’d get the hint and not give away the fact we’d not only met, but had done the horizontal nasty together.
His brown furrowed a little over those gorgeous dragon eyes, but he – thankfully – got my intention. He squeezed my hand back and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.” After a moment he added, “Ella.”
Hearing my name spoken through those thick, full lips, lips I wanted desperately to press against my own, was almost my undoing. This was a man who’d I’d broken my self imposed celibacy for, and who’d made me remember why I was glad I was born a woman. He was also a man who might be instrumental in the possible downfall of my business.
But Lord, having him stand so close I could inhale the spicy tang of his aftershave, feel the natural heat he exuded waft over and engulf me, was too much.
I needed to get away before I either kissed him silly or slugged him senseless with a left hook. Before he could say anything else I dropped his hand and turned back to Cal.
“I don’t want to be late,” I told her with another quick buss to her cheek. Before I sprinted away from them, I stole one more quick glance at Buddy and said over my shoulder, “It was nice meeting you. Enjoy your stay.”
“I intend to,” was the response I heard. “Thanks.”
Dear Jesus, how I made my way out of the hotel without falling flat on my face I will never know.
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