Thursday, 19 December 2013

Ila Rose Takeover

Today I have Ila Rose taking over my blog and facebook page.  She's the first Author I've signed to my new publishing company, SIlver Rose Publishing.  I'm sure you will all enjoy her book when it releases.  Just a little reminder that this blog and my facebook page is for those of you 18+ as anything that is posted could be of an adult nature. So, let's go a little contemporary today and immerse ourselves in the world of the High Society Wives.

For all the Ila Rose fans,
A special sneak peek into Ila Rose’s debut novel, High Heels and Naked Lies featuring Kay Barrett, especially for fans of her pages! Check it out and maybe even buy her book on January 4th! Only you lucky few get a glimpse between the pages and into the rich and convoluted lives of the women we all envy. They have more Oh’s in their bank accounts than married women could hope to receive in any given month. Money supposedly buys happiness, but does happiness have a price tag? Kay’s story is a funny, sarcastic journey into the lives of women we idolize even as they crave the simple things in life we take for granted. The theme of a woman finding inner strength and identity apart from her titles of wife and mother; standing solid and strong while life throws it’s worst at her is one most women can relate to, despite our own financial status. Ila Rose is all about writing women who are strong and who take control of their destiny while flipping fear and desperation the bird as they fulfill the maternal duties expected of them. Ila Rose prefers stories of women who don’t need to rely on men in every aspect of life, allowing them to dole out tissues while the fragile female weeps on his stronger shoulders as his cape flutters in the breeze.  You need to prepare to laugh, gasp, and maybe even blush. Kay’s story is a witty, sarcastic and sometimes hilarious one, that prompts you to ask; “What would I do…”, “What is she thinking,” and maybe throw in a few, “Oh my God’s” just for fun. Follow Kay and see if she will be able to let go of the ties that bind her to her unhappiness and let love in and finally accepts that there is good in the world beyond her tragic past; or will she stay forever sealed away inside the jail of her cold heart, destined to be miserable, sad and eternally alone.

Meet Kay; a woman struggling with status, obligations and expectations of society. After a traumatic childhood, devastating physical assault in college and marriage to an abusive man, she gives up on happily ever after. She finds the idea that money equaling happiness ridiculous and so far removed from the actual and often shocking things that go on behind mansion doors. She leads her life hiding behind a veil of lies, secrets and omissions. The mask of sophisticated elegance she applies daily her solitary protection against the outside world. Propriety and obligation rule as she lingers at the beck and call of her husband; diamonds and stilettos at the ready. She’s saddled with sadness unfathomable and overwhelming making herself untouchable and unreachable; living within the hollowed out shell of what once may have resembled a woman.

Preston, Kay’s husband, is devilishly good looking.  With blonde hair, blue eyes and a soul as black as a moonless night he reins over Kay, controlling every aspect of her life down to the heels of her Louboutins. His pretentious grip on reality is skewed to say the least, and lives his life to his own personal gain damn the consequences or the bodies left bleeding in the street. His pompous, pretentious and archaic views of marriage, fidelity and ethics cause more drama than a teenage girl at the prom. He has Kay in a firm grasp, gleefully using abusive and disparaging behavior to enslave her heart and mind for his own entertainment and demented joy. He depends on Kay’s money to maintain his status and ensure that he will always have his hands in her cookie jar. Kay remains ignorant to his treachery and depth of deceit as she resides within the impenetrable fortress of her cold heart. Ryder Sinclaire is Prestons next mark and his aim is rarely far from true; however Sinclaire refuses to take the bait of the sycophantic sociopath. Preston is infuriated by Sinclaire’s obvious disdain and refusal to bow to his whims. The two men add a dense layer of testosterone fueled energy as they vie for Kay’s attentions, each for their own means although Preston’s are far more deceptive and corrupt. Who will win the battle of wills; the crooked miscreant spouse, or Ryder Sinclaire the enigmatic quintessential rich bachelor? 


Ryder Sinclair is a man of great wealth, great mystery and so sexy clothes fairly melt from your flushed skin as he flashes his movie star grin and utterly captivating dimple. Charm, danger and sensuality emanate from him; magnetizing women with his nonchalant self assured swagger. His arctic eyes captivate, thick salt and pepper hair cause your finger tips to tingle with the urge to touch and his hard body belies the soft heart beating behind his chiseled chest.  He meets Kay in a moment of her disparity as she begins to question her life, beliefs and marriage. Ryder’s magnetic allure captivates Kay, his innate kindness fascinates her and his looks entice her; causing the ever faltering foundation she had built the mockery of her life on to increasingly waver, threatening to implode the walls she had built to guard her fractured heart. His calm nature continuously stymies Kay who is used to men taking what they want, by any means necessary and only serves to enhance the hypnotic and terrifying attraction she feels. She is determined to protect herself, her heart, from men in any way possible but Ryder is an opponent unlike any she’s ever faced. Will he heal Kay’s broken mind and heart, freeing her to discover things she never thought possible, reaching limits that previously were unattainable? Will Ryder Sinclaire finally demolish the armor Kay built to enclose her delicate heart, or will his actions cause her to further fortify that armor and turn her back on the only chance she has at love?

Here’s a special gift in the spirit of the holidays: A full chapter preview of High Heels and Naked Lies; book one of the High Society Series, before its release on January 4th.  Enjoy this exclusive peek into Ila Rose’s debut contemporary romance, please check in with for more peeks and surprises leading up to the big release.

A beautiful cover reveal will be coming on Dec 21st.  Watch this space!

Chapter one:

The blaring alarm in her ear signaled the start of yet another day in the life of Kay. Rolling over she slapped at the offending noise, silencing it and laid back against her pillows. It had been taking her longer lately to work up the energy and courage to face the days. She finally threw the comforter aside and climbed out of her cozy cocoon of safety before she could change her mind and curl back into the warmth to hibernate indefinitely. As she stood to wrap her robe around her she noted the empty spot in the bed where Preston, her husband, slept. She felt absolutely nothing about the fact that he hadn’t come home, yet again. No anger, no disappointment, no sadness. Nothing. She simply took note of the vacancy and headed into the adjoining bathroom to begin her morning ritual. It was barely five am, yet she was standing in front of her vanity donning the persona the public expected of her as a member of the high society plastic wife club. Nothing less than perfection was acceptable, she thought bitterly, as she tweezed, teased, moisturized and applied the various tools of her trade. Standing in the middle of her massive walk in closet, larger than some people’s studio apartments, she tried to find her costume of the day. It had to be an ensemble no one had seen her in, yet be classy and elegant enough to fool the outside world. Deception is a tricky bitch. Finally deciding on an over sized powder blue drape neck sweater and black wide legged slacks, she slipped into a pair of powder blue Manolos and checked her reflection. Her hair had always been the bane of her existence, being stick straight and a color somewhere between blonde and mouse brown with red highlights; recently mixing with grey. Her smoke colored eyes were expertly lined in kohl and shadowed with a pearl grey that made them seem like she was hiding a fire in her soul, which she sort of was in a way.  A killing fire that was consuming her from the inside out and causing her to slowly die away and become the Stepford wife of her nightmares. Happy as she was going to get with the reflection in her mirror she headed downstairs to get her caffeine fix.
She entered the kitchen fragrant with a mix of coffee and baking pastries and headed straight to the coffee maker. Lauren, the live in nanny and recent college graduate, was currently in a battle of wills with Sophia; Kay’s precocious five year old who recently decided to be excruciatingly picky and refused a normal diet thanks to the dietician at school promoting holistic and clean eating. She changed her mind daily flipping from vegan to gluten free and refusing anything green, red, yellow or orange. Sophia was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island clad in her adorable school uniform and her unruly brown curls were currently tamed into little barrettes behind her ears. Her small ugg clad feet kicked the counter as she toyed with her eggs, smashing them almost into a yellow mush on her plate. Evidently they had been at it for some time as Lauren was finally resorting to bribery; a tactic that was rarely used and in only the most serious of circumstances.
Lauren used a calm tone as she spoke to the pint sized rug rat as if she wasn’t frustrated to tears.  “Hey I was thinking about hitting up the park later, after school and before your lessons. What do you think about that?” Makinin, Kay’s seven year old and master of manipulation raised her brown eyes so fast her blonde ponytail bobbed, suddenly paying very close attention to her sibling’s conversation and preparing her own strategy.
 “Nope.” Sophia said her eyes still on her mutilated food. “How about after your Spanish lesson, we stop at the bakery for a cupcake?” Sophia’s blue eyes finally met Lauren’s green ones, squinting as her almost six year old brain studied Lauren and sized up her chances at negotiating a deal that they both could live with.
“Two.” Sophia said.
“One,” Lauren countered, “Strawberry with extra icing.”
“One, strawberry with extra icing and sprinkles.”  Sophia returned, lightning fast.
“Lauren! If she gets one I should too, I got up and didn’t argue this morning.” Makinin’s turn at the wheel had come and she wasn’t letting go easily. Lauren just narrowed her eyes at Mack, not answering just giving her a ‘yeah right look’. “Ok, I didn’t argue much.” Amended the notorious morning grump.
“Fine, one cupcake apiece, to be eaten as a snack before your lessons but you also need to finish breakfast and run upstairs to brush your teeth and grab your backpacks and jackets. You have ten minutes.” Eggs disappeared magically and both girls dashed up the stairs sounding more like a football team then two small children. Kay smiled at Lauren who sat at the island with her head in her hands and rubbing her temples, probably counting to ten and taking a moment to calm her nerves.  “That was pretty intense, you did well.” Kay told her.
Lauren’s head was still in her hands when she finally responded, “Kay those girls are way too smart, and they work as a team ganging up on unsuspecting victims. One day they’re finally going to outsmart me and I’ll have to be admitted into a mental health facility.”  Kay laughed lightly at the exaggeration. Lauren was a true gem. Kay had hired her as a nanny shortly after Sophia’s birth and had never regretted the decision. The 25 year old was a recent college graduate and held dual master degrees in early childhood education and psychology.
Taking advantage of the brief pause in the chaos, Kay asked Lauren. “Can we go over the days schedule please?” Preston had long ago insisted that every day be planned and micromanaged; from managing the household to the people within and down to the last second of every day. It was a practice that Kay struggled with but was too intimidated to defy Prestons wishes, although he was rarely home to enforce the schedules. Kay felt that the time it took to compile and coordinate the daily agendas would be better spent in other areas; however the nearly crippling fear of a probable hostile confrontation with Preston kept her mouth shut and adhering to the routine even in his absence. 
“Sure,” Lauren said, reaching into her bag for her planner as Kay brought her own up on her tablet. Together they ran through Laurens day after dropping the girls off at their posh private school. “I need to run and pick up their new shoes, they finally came in. I also need to grab them new tights and pick their new uniforms up from the tailor.” Kay tapped in all the info with a side note to add the receipts into the monthly record for her accountant. “Tomorrow?”  Kay asked.
“Let’s see,” Lauren said, flipping the page of her planner, “They have swim lessons at the club in the morning followed by ballet at noon.” Busily tapping, Kay asked if that was all. “Yep. After that it’s free until Monday.”
 “Good, I’d like to take them to the park Sunday. Beth and her girls are going to join us for a picnic before the weather turns too cold.”
“Sounds good.” Lauren replied as the girls thundered downstairs and slid into the kitchen. Kay kissed them both at the top of their heads and wished them a good day.
“Love you, see you later.”  Standing at the garage entrance in the kitchen they both hollered a good bye and Lauren ushered them out.
The silence was suddenly so great that it was almost tangible. Linda, the live in housekeeper and cook, entered the kitchen to put back in order the whirlwind jumble of the two small girls. She refreshed Kay’s coffee, slid a still warm muffin onto a plate sitting it at her elbow. Kay, who was busily checking her emails and planning her own day, mumbled thanks to the woman. “Hey Linda, while I have you here can we go over your day?”
 “Sure hun, no problem.”  Linda reached into a nearby drawer, pulling her own day planner out. With her blonde hair just going silver she didn’t fit the classic widow image most people had in their minds. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by just a few fine lines, a deep sadness held behind the kindness that shone through them. She was as close to a maternal figure that Kay had, secretly looking up to the confident and assertive woman. Kay had several moments where she wished she could have Linda’s arms wrap her into her plump body and surround her with warmth. Kay shook away her melancholy and focused on inputting Linda’s day into the tablet.
“Ok, so Friday is my market day.  I also planned on dealing with the dry cleaning.”
Tapping away Kay answered, “Yeah that would be great. I need to run to Haven for a few hours today.” She said as her phone buzzed next to her and reading the display she added, “Evidently Preston has a dinner planned with a new client and he wants me there, so I’ll have to come back to get ready. Looks like a late night, unfortunately.”
Linda patted her hand affectionately, “No worries hun, Lauren and I have this end taken care of. Now, eat your muffin before it gets cold.”  Kay smiled and peeled the muffin open, the steam rising from it along with the smell of fresh blueberries made her mouth water. Taking a big bite she almost moaned. Who needed a man when you had a woman who could cause a foodgasm? She finished her breakfast and gathered everything into her favorite Coach satchel for her day. She planned on going to spend the entire day at Seventh Haven, now with Prestons dinner plans, she’d have to cut her day short. She hollered a goodbye to Linda and as she climbed into her Lexus SUV speed dialed Beth, “Seventh Haven, can I help you?”
“Only if you need a latte fix.” Kay laughed.
“That would be amazing about now, honestly.” Beth sighed.
“That good huh?” Kay asked. “Now what?”
Beth just sighed again, “I’ll fill you in when you get here, chop chop!”

Kay clicked off as she pulled into the coffee shop’s drive through. She tried to get to Haven as often as she could. It was the only place that Kay felt she fit in completely.  She had worked side by side in the kitchens with women who were bruised, she had held women as they cried and comforted children too afraid to sleep for the nightmares that plagued them. She worked tirelessly arranging fund raisers and finding donations to keep Havens doors open. They never asked a dime from the women in residence for any reason, instead only asking them to maintain a household duty to help out. None of the residents knew how much they helped Kay, or the reason, except for Beth. She never let on how much they healed her or why. Kay allowed herself to recall her initial arrival every time she pulled into the secluded drive that leads to Seventh Haven. She used that as fuel for her, a reminder of what men were capable of and the lives they ruined, people they destroy using a women’s own desires and attractions. She may have never told anyone what had happened to her other than Beth but that didn’t mean she had forgotten, much less forgiven. Preston and her father had never done anything but prove her right within their relationships. She had walled off her naive and youthful need for romance, love and passion when she lay in a hospital bed all those years ago. Some things are just not meant to be and she had accepted that a long time ago.

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Ila Rose is a Silver Rose Author and it is a great pleasure in presenting her first novel 
High Heels & Naked Lies.

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