#CoverReveal “Cherishing the Goddess” by Lucy Eden

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Cherishing the Goddess by Lucy Eden

Billionaire CEO Alexander Wolfe has spent years putting in 120-hour weeks in the office and adding zeroes to his net worth. But lately, work has left him feeling burnt out and uninspired. Then he is given the chance to go head-to-head with a legendary corporate raider and the man he’d idolized his entire career. He seizes the opportunity, immediately jumping on a plane for Barbados to close the deal in person. If he’s successful, it’ll be the biggest win of his career.

He had no way of knowing that meeting a mesmerizing beauty would have the power to derail everything…

Calypso Sterling has no time for men who value her beauty over her intellect. Instead, she focuses all her energy on her studies and career aspirations. But when her home—and a closely guarded family secret—is threatened, she’s ready to defend all she holds dear.

She had no way of knowing a handsome stranger had the power to take away everything she’d ever loved…

This standalone, workplace/ enemies to lovers romance features characters from Everything’s Better With Kimberly, is full of alphas and steam and has NO cheating.

This is the novelized, extended version of the previously published novella of the same name.

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“Yes,” I replied curtly, “I’m his daughter. May we resume the meeting?”

“But you’re so,” he was mumbling under his breath, but I heard the sound of a “b” in the offing.

“Black,” I said matter-of-factly. “Well spotted, Mr. Wolfe.” I often got this type of reaction when I was out with Dad. I’d been mistaken for his girlfriend or mistress more times than I could count. It made him furious, but I always thought it was funny. I got a big kick out of calling him Daddy in public and watching people squirm uncomfortably.

“No!” Mr. Wolfe almost shouted. “I wasn’t going to say that at all,” he continued, stammering. “I was going to say… beautiful.” His mouth snapped shut, and it was obvious that he couldn’t believe what he’d just said. Judging by the looks on everyone else’s faces, they couldn’t believe it either. My father’s face grew stern. His eyes narrowed into slits and he leaned forward—clearly not amused. The man sitting next to Mr. Wolfe wasn’t amused either. He also narrowed his eyes at him and gave him a confused, angry look.

I found myself slightly flushing at his declaration, and I was getting the feeling that maybe Alexander Wolfe didn’t know who I was when we met in the elevator. It tickled me that I might have had the upper hand after all. I decided to twist the knife.

“Okay.” I began. “We’ve established that I’m the daughter of Barnabas Sterling, I’m Black and, apparently, I’m also beautiful. Are we all caught up?” I looked around the room for effect, finally locking eyes with Alexander Wolfe himself and raising my eyebrows. He didn’t respond as I knew he wouldn’t. Our legal team was stifling smiles, and one of the opposing counsel coughed loudly to mask a titter of laughter.

“Wonderful.” I paused for dramatic effect. “We’re gathered here to satisfy an agreement. If one Barnabas Sterling,” I patted Dad’s hand, “agreed to meet in person with one Alexander Wolfe, then Wolfe Industries would abandon all pursuit of ownership of the property, The Sterling Beachfront Paradise and Resort, henceforth during these negotiations to be referred to as The Sterling. Are all parties in agreement with the terms of this meeting?” I scanned the room before settling on Mr. Wolfe’s face. He was staring at me as though I’d grown two heads. Finally, the pale blonde man sitting next to him nudged him which caused him to nod.

“We’ll need a verbal confirmation, Mr. Wolfe.” I smiled at him.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Yes.” He nodded again. The blonde man shook his head, his lips forming a thin tight line.

“Great, let the record show that all parties are in agreement.” I nodded again. “Mr. Wolfe, we’re listening.” I interlaced my fingers on the desk, tilted my head and jutted my chin forward in the universal I’m listening pose. He was still staring at me dumbfounded. The man sitting next to him that I now recognized as Matthew Widnicki, the head of the real estate division of Wolfe Industries, leaned forward, clearly annoyed by Wolfe’s bizarre behavior.

“We’re prepared to offer you twenty percent above the last offer with three years occupancy. During those three years, you will retain full rights as well as fifty percent of the profits.”

Our faces remained impassive.

“And,” he added quickly, “we will retain all of The Sterling’s staff during the transition. You’re not going to get a better deal than that. That’s it. That’s our final offer.” He leaned back in his chair.

Dad and I turned to face each other. He gave me a small smile. I returned it. We turned to Mr. Widnicki with our game faces.

“We are rejecting that offer. Thanks for coming in, gentlemen.” I gave them a warm, closed mouth smile. “Travel safe.”

“What?” Mr. Widnicki said, his voice seething with anger. “That’s it?”

“I believe we’ve satisfied the terms of the agreement.”

“That agreement wasn’t in writing,” he countered. Matthew’s face, while pale compared to Alex’s tanned cast when the meeting began, was reddening with every passing second.

“You’re right. It wasn’t.” I whipped a file out of my portfolio and tossed it across the table along with a small black zip drive. “It was a verbal agreement entered into by my father’s personal secretary, Susan Jones and a…” I paused scanning my copy, “Margaret Watson, acting on behalf of your corporation. That’s the full transcript and an audio recording. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that it is legal and binding. I should also remind you that I reiterated the conditions of the meeting and Mr. Wolfe agreed. Shall I have the stenographer read them back to you?”

I indicated a person sitting in the corner in front of a small black stenotype. Mr. Widnicki looked at them in mild shock as if they’d just appeared in a puff of smoke.

“If you continue to pursue ownership of The Sterling, we would have to add breach of contract in addition to harassment.” I took a deep breath and pushed myself up from my chair. “If there’s nothing else, I think this meeting has officially ended. I’ll leave you the room.”

I quickly gathered my things and walked out. Dad and our lawyers were following closely behind. Alexander Wolfe’s eyes burned holes in me as I forced myself to take slow, deliberate steps because if I dared to look at him, I was sure I’d fall over. We turned the corner and entered the office of Dad’s lead counsel. As soon as I heard the lock click, I began shaking from the adrenaline and sucking in deep breaths.

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ABOUT LUCY EDEN

Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of a romance obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She’s a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart MCs, humor, love, happily ever afters & of course, steamy love scenes.

When Lucy isn’t writing, she’s busy reading—or listening to—every book she can get her hands on— romance or otherwise.

She lives & loves in New York with her husband, two children, a turtle & a Yorkshire Terrier.

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