Her Billionaire's Creative Curve #1: Billionaire's Creatives Curves Series, #1

By Anita Dobs

Part 1:

Curvacious para-legal secretary Jenna Sams has but one dream, to work in the art world. But her financial situation doesn't allow for it; that is, until one day, Brody Mason, a young, handsome billionaire gold magnate walks into her life. Taken by suprise by Brody, Jenna finds Brody's calm manner strangely intriguing. Yet, there seems to be something about Brody Mason that is tearing him apart inside.

Meeting Jenna, Brody feels a kinship that cannot be denied. Brody decides the only way he can get closer to the curvascious Jenna, is by employing her and her obvious artistic talents, talents that he, himself, has repressed and denied due to necessity for many a year...

Word count: 5,752

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bloomingdale Books
• Release date: Nov 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781501489211

Book preview

I had been working as a para-legal secretary for some years, but it wasn't what was in my heart. I always knew where my passions lay - in the art world. But it wasn't until that balmy August day in the gallery as I was taking a break and admiring some of the paintings while strolling through the corridors lined with canvases, that I met him, and my life took a turn that it would never come back from.

I was standing in front of an impressionist painting by James Stanley - one of New York's finest up-and-coming artists - and was admiring the way his brushstrokes seemed to flow effortlessly into one another, when I felt or sensed someone standing just behind me to my right. I payed the person no mind, but a subtle waft of expensive musky cologne breezed past me. I had to admit, it kind of added to the overall feeling I was having while viewing the seascape painting. I took another bite of my chocolate bar and just mused over what the artist was exactly trying to express.

My grandmother had been the one to first interest me in art, often taking me around galleries as a child, until I could see almost any work of art and say who the artist was. She had also been a frustrated artist, and I guess I had become one also. There had never really been much of a chance for me to pursue my creative urges, the families finances didn't allow for it; and since Dad had died, there had been no main breadwinner in our family. The death of my father resulted in so many expenses, that my college fund had been soon