A Sun So Bright – Reigning Hearts Book 3 by KG Fletcher

A Sun So Bright
Reigning Hearts Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
KG Fletcher


A billionaire heiress walks into a bar…

When Fiona Merrill finds herself without a date on New Year’s Eve, the frustrated New York socialite takes matters into her own hands. After way too many glasses of champagne, she propositions the familiar bartender with an offer he can’t refuse. But the handsome, Brooklyn-born drink-slinger turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

Chris Ballard lives with his mother, biding his time until he can save enough money to completely renovate his crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York. An opportunity for some quick cash is a no-brainer, and with the amount of money Fiona offers him, he is eager to agree to her scheme.

In a world of have and have nots, posing as the next Manhattan power couple is the easy part. Things become challenging when Chris dares Fiona to go deeper than what her pampered life style offers. Is it possible for the heiress to change her ways and discover a bigger purpose? Or will the poor little rich girl continue her selfish ways with only her money to keep her warm?

This is a twist on the male billionaire needing a date/fiancé. Fiona just wants a boyfriend for a while so she’s not alone at events and outings with her coupled up friends.

This New Year’s Eve Fiona agreed to go out with her friends Petra and Frank, a very happy couple expecting their first child. Suddenly not wanting to be there bringing down the excitement of the evening, she leaves, but gets waylaid at the bar in the lobby area of the hotel.

This is a favorite scene.

With a definitive pop, Chris Ballard opened a brand new bottle of expensive champagne and filled a crystal flute to the rim. The bar hummed with excitement excitement as the countdown on the television hit the five-minute mark. 

“Yo, Chris! Leave that open. I got a table of four needing a round for when the ball drops,” his co-worker, Jimmy requested from across the bar, his New York accent distinct. 

“You got it,” Chris replied, balancing the singular full glass on a silver tray. He was anxious to get back to the pretty blonde. He usually worked at the Cipriani Club three nights a week and was only helping out at the ritzy hotel last minute for the holiday overtime. The high-class bartending world was small and unique in the city that never sleeps, many drink-slingers and mixologists moonlighting at more than one establishment, especially during the numerous Christmas and New Year’s celebrations. Chris was happy to help, especially knowing that the New Year ushered in some much-needed time off. He was anxious to get out of town, and back to the crumbling farmhouse he was refurbishing in Cold Creek, a few hours outside the city. He’d been working on this house project for the better part of a year and was looking forward to some time away from the hustle and bustlebustle of the concrete jungle. He’d earned it.   

“Here you are.” Placing a cocktail napkin with the hotel’s signature logo on the small table in front of the woman’s chair, he effortlessly set the glass down without spilling a drop. Tucking the tray under his arm, he waited for a response.

The woman hesitated before she met his gaze with hooded eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he energetically replied, tipping his head forward in a slight bow. Biting his lower lip, he waited for a beat before he spoke again. “By the way, my name is Chris.”

He thrust his hand out, humored when she politely kept her hands neatly folded in her lap, her intense blue eyes matching the heat of the flickering gas flames in the fireplace. Retracting his hand for a millisecond, he shoved it out again when she moved forward, anticipating a polite handshake. Instead, he was taken aback when she reached for the drink in front of her and took a lingering sip. She was something else.

Scrubbing his hand down his chin, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Do you find me funny?” she asked, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow, her perfectly made-up lips dewy from the booze. 

“No. I find this situation funny. Usually, when someone introduces themselves, the other person reciprocates. You seem to want to ignore me.”

Multiple voices came from the bar area, counting down from twenty seconds, the area around the television becoming louder with each number. Chris glanced over his shoulder and smiled. When he turned back, he was startled that the woman had stood up in her sky-high heels, making her appear taller. Being in close proximity to her face, he noticed her glossed lips gleam in the soft light, and a trace of vanilla and citrus wafted under his nose, causing his breath to hitch.

“My name is Fiona,” she offered with a tinge of a smile. “Thank you for the champagne.”

Before he could reply, “you’re welcome,” the crowd shouted, “three, two, one… Happy New Year!” Their eyes locked, and he watched her cheeks flush with a pinkish hue. 

“Happy New Year, Fiona,” his voice rumbled as he smiled at her. 

“Happy New Year, Chris,” she replied with a flirty gaze looking at him through her lashes. 

The thrum of the happy intoxicated crowd buzzed around them, as did a jolt of electricity when Chris boldly moved forward and gave Fiona a peck on the cheek. It was standard New Year’s protocol, wasn’t it? Her flawless, alabaster skin felt like satin to his lips, and he had the sudden urge to bury his nose in her blonde hair. 

When he pulled back, he noticed her eyes turned darker as she heaved a deep breath. Before he could utter another word, she cupped his chin and pulled his face forward, fearlessly pressing her lips to his in a tentative kiss. When she snuck her luscious tongue into the seam of his mouth, he somehow managed to set the tray down without dropping it. Bringing his hands up to hold her cheeks, he opened his mouth to her, thankful for the New Year’s kiss. The bar patrons and employees seemed oblivious to what was happening between them as her warm, sweet tongue moved with a hint of desperation as the kiss deepened. When her hands trailed down to his buttocks and squeezed, Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and he pulled back with a gasp, wiping his lower lip with the back of his hand.

“Whoa! Careful, Princess. I’m on the clock.”

Her beautiful bosom rose and fell from behind her daring cleavage in her expensive gown. With his feet firmly planted, Chris watched as she ran her red manicured nails through her hair and pushed back a blonde lock from her forehead. Touching her lips, she jutted her chin out and spoke with authority usually reserved for those in power, even in her out of breath state. “What time do you get off?”
Fletcher, K.G.. A Sun So Bright (Reigning Hearts Book 3). Kindle Locations (140-177). Kindle Edition.

From a New Years kiss to life changing revelations, this book is full of love, romance, tears, and sizzle!

I have to go back and read the others in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for KG!

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  KG Fletcher

Dubbed, “The Singing Author,” KG Fletcher lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and three sons. She is an active member of RWA and Georgia Romance Writers. She was a singer/songwriter in Nashville, TN and a recipient of the “Airplay International Award” for “Best New Artist” showcasing original songs at The Bluebird Café. She earned her BFA in theater at Valdosta State College and has traveled the world professionally as a singer/actress. She currently gets to play rock star as a backup singer in the National Tour, “Remember When Rock Was Young – the Elton John Tribute.” http://www.almosteltonjohn.com

KG is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels. She is also a conference speaker and shares how music can enhance a writer’s experience.

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