I'm very happy to have a duet out this summer. First Time Dads tells the two stories of the romances of Max and Chance Montgomery and how a mistake their dad made thirty years before might prevent anyone in their family from having a happy ending.
So get a cup of tea or cocoa, settle in and read this little prologue for book 1...The Tycoon's Secret Daughter. Then click on the excerpts button for susanmeier.com and read the first scene. See why Max and Chance hate their dad and why Chance never wants to come home again.
Being the boss's son was difficult under the best of circumstances. But being Brandon Montgomery’s son came with its own special set of problems.
Max
Montgomery headed for the break room and a date with a snack cake.
His
dad was a cheat. A liar. And he wasn’t above giving or taking bribes. He’d bribed
and cheated his way from a one-man handyman company to a construction company which
was now a development company. Some people applauded his initiative. Others,
like Max, just waited for the house of cards to come tumbling down.
Two
feet away from the break room, he noticed the door was open. He heard the
hushed voices of two secretaries and winced. He hated walking in on complaint
sessions, but if he waited until no one was whining about his dad, he’d never
get breakfast.
He
sucked in a breath and headed for the door.
“Chance
Montgomery really is Chance Montgomery.”
He
stopped. Frowned. What the hell did that mean? And why the hell would two
secretaries be talking about his adopted brother, as if it was odd he’d taken
the family name?
“I’m
telling you…He’s a flirt, a runaround. And his wife knows. She has to know.”
This
time his eyes narrowed. At first he’d thought they were talking about Chance,
who truly was a flirt and a runaround. Eighteen, handsome as sin, and with
family money at his disposal, he attracted women like bees to honey. But Chance
wasn’t married.
“His
wife can’t know! What woman would agree to adopt the son created when her
husband cheated? It’s preposterous.”
Max
reared back.
“That
story has to be an urban legend.”
“Really?
Go back through the photo albums from the company picnics. Nineteen years ago,
Brandon Montgomery’s secretary was all but hanging on him in half the pictures…then
suddenly she’s pregnant.”
“And
Brandon and Gwen adopted her son.”
“And
then she left.”
“Maybe
she couldn’t stand to be around the baby she had to give up?”
“Or
maybe he gave her a big payoff. Did you know she opened a shop at the beach?”
“A
shop?”
“It’s
a little doughnut thing, but she makes oodles of money in tourist season. I don’t
think she could have saved up the cash she’d need to rent a space on the
boardwalk just by being Brandon Montgomery’s secretary.” There was a pause. “But
if Brandon wanted to raise his son…he could have paid her off.”
Max
flattened himself against the wall. It was a rumor. It had to be a rumor.
But
the mantra fell flat in his brain. He and his adoptive brother looked too much
alike. And he remembered that picnic. He was a ten the year Rayanne got drunk
and hung all over his dad. Oh, he’d brushed her off. But there was something
about the way they interacted that had struck Max in the gut. Then she’d gotten
pregnant, his dad and his mom had made arrangements to adopt her child and then she just
disappeared.
His
stomach twisted. He ran his hand along his mouth. Then turned and headed up the
hall to his father’s office.
Faith
Martin, his dad’s latest secretary, smiled at him. “Hey, Max. Your dad’s on a
call right now…”
He
barely heard her as he breezed by and smashed open the door. “Get the hell off
the phone.”
Tall,
with white “wings” at the temples of his black hair, his dad rose as he said, “My
son just walked in. I’ll call you back.” He smiled. “Max, I thought we talked
about how you were to treat me.”
He
slammed the door. “Just answer one question. Is Chance really your son?”
His
dad chuckled. “That rumor has been circulating for…”
“Don’t
lie to me! I was at that picnic!”
“All
right.” He sat. “You’re old enough now that maybe I should admit some things.”
“Not
some things. This thing. Is Chance
yours?”
“Yes.
And your mother doesn’t know. So unless you want to break her heart, I’d
suggest you keep this to yourself.”
Max’s
breath hissed out. “You bastard.”
Brandon
leaned back in his chair. “Right. Like you’re perfect. Running around on your
pretty little girlfriend, Kate.”
“I
don’t run around on Kate.”
“Oh,
pardon me, Mr. Perfect.”
“Don’t
start, Dad.”
“You
started this, son. You want your mom upset? You want Chance to question
everything he knows?” He leaned back again. “Get your priorities straight. Lots
of people depend upon us for an income. We don’t have time to wallow in grief
over a mistake or two.” He shook his head. “Such a baby. Get your head out of
your behind and get in line or you’ll be the first Montgomery to be fired and
kicked out in the street.”
“I’m
telling Chance.”
Brandon
smiled. “And who do you think they’ll believe?”
“A
simple DNA test will straighten this out.”
With
that he walked out of the room, his heart racing, his head spinning.
His
dad broke a lot of rules, but this one took the cake.
This
one would destroy their family. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But
someday.
