Seen by, billionaire Hugo Popovits (a Duck Dynasty reject, wearing a graphic tee, board shorts, and camouflage Crocs) as Maisy’s car dies in front on his at an intersection in Dallas.
Maisy needs a break, and a job.
Hugo needs a personal and wardrobe makeover.
Will a chance meeting give both Maisy and Hugo what they both need?
Or will it lead to a funny and unpredictable series of events that puts Maisy and Hugo at odds, while Maisy rebuilds her personal stylist career, and Hugo insists his “style” is just fine.
Hello – Dressing a Billionaire #1
Somehow driving to Los Angeles from Dallas had been much prettier. The sky bluer, the hills, well, let’s face it, just as brown, there’s a drought after all. The route from the City of Angels back to the “Big D” lacked the same appeal.
It took me a full day to get the nerve to call my parents and tell them, “I’m coming home.”
“Great. Are you getting a hotel?” Mom asked.
“No, Mom, I’m coming home to stay.” The words caught in my throat and I cried.
“Oh,” she sounded terrified, not sympathetic.
“Can you tell dad?” I hiccuped through the sobbing. “But don’t tell anyone else.”
She’d obviously called my best friends, because suddenly my phone blew up. I ignored it as much as possible. I refused to respond to the calls, messages, and texts, figuring I’d tell everyone at the same time, so I didn’t have to relive the story over and over.
By the time I’d hit the Dallas city limits my back ached, my knees throbbed, and my eyes needed toothpicks to hold my lids open, but I had only a few miles left to get to my parents’ place. If I could take both hands off the wheel and still drive, I’d put my hands over my face and scream into them.
Stopped at a light, just a few miles from home, the reality sank in. I’d left my career over a stupid guy. Three days ago I’d been in the most fake place in the world, and I loved it. This was home, real home, where even though I knew they cringed and prayed I’d only be staying for a few weeks at the longest, my mom and dad would welcome me with open arms, and I dreaded it. I waited for the light to turn green, wondering for the gazillionth time what I was going to do next.
A horn blared behind me, and I resisted the urge to roll down my window and flip them the bird. I stepped on the gas, and my Jetta died. No problem, this had happened before. It groaned and almost caught life, then nothing.
I tried again.
“No.” I slammed the heels of my hands against the steering wheel.
More horns blasted a symphony behind me. The urge to flip them off overwhelmed me, but I had a stronger urge to cry. I searched around the steering wheel and dashboard for the hazard light thingy. I’d never had to use it in the decade I’d owned the car. You’d think they put them in the same place on every car. I knew where it was on my mom’s Ford Edge. But no, stupid Volkswagen had to be different.
My hand trembled as I looked, because now I heard shouting as well as honking. Okay, stop, think. I tried to start it again. I heard a chug, chug, chug sound, but nothing actually happened. I grabbed my phone to call my dad, and as I picked it up, I saw the battery read one percent. By the time I got the number dialed, the phone would be dead. And with my car lifeless, I couldn’t charge my phone. Why the hell hadn’t I plugged it in when I’d started driving earlier that morning?
Ah, the triangle doodad, that must be the…I pressed the button. Both blinker lights blinked. Good, now maybe everyone would stop honking and hollering. Besides, we’d sat through the green, to another red light. I took a deep breath, then looked out my driver’s side window.
I screamed, “Holy shit!”
Jamie Lee Scott is the USA Today bestselling author of the Gotcha Detective Agency Mysteries. Originally from the Central Coast of California, Jamie was swept off her feet by a dashing Iowa farm boy and moved to the Midwest.
After several years of running a restaurant with her husband, she felt the urge to kill people. Rather than going postal, she began writing mysteries.
Jamie also writes screenplays for feature films and TV.
Her short film, No One Knows, was produced in 2012 and made its film festival rounds in 2013-14. It was nominated for multiple awards and won its category at Bare Bones Film Festival. In January 2015, No One Knows made its television debut on DirecTV, where it was voted Editor’s Choice for ShortsHD. The short film has a two year contract with DirecTV, and will be shown periodically.
Along with her critically acclaimed Gotcha Detective Agency series, Jamie debuted her Uncertain series in 2015. 2016 is the year of romantic comedy for Jamie, with her Trilogy: Dressing a Billionaire releasing this summer. Book #1 – Hello Book #2 – Style Book #3 – Mine
Jamie lives on a farm with her family, 2 dogs, 2 cats, and 2 horses. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s riding horses and competing at barrel races and making films.