Kirsten Backhard is a highly respected senior negotiating executive who plays with some of the most powerful men in her field.
She is confident, sexy and hell on heels. She fights with a straight face, doesn’t back down easily and she has no scruples about using her ASSets to get the deal done her way.
Kirsten loves the thrill of toying with the game in a man’s world. She is in control of both her professional and personal life, until one heartbreaking night changes everything and for the first time she starts losing.
Can Kirsten negotiate the game of love as well as she does at work? Can she play a love-em and leave-em game as well as a man does?
Or did she already lose when her heart was dealt to the one man who broke it?
Contains crude language, sexual intercourse, and really bad jokes.
“First of all, Mother, it is called a sperm bank, not a sperm bar.”I cannot believe I am having this conversation right now. “And where did you get this information from?”
Max looked over at me, smirking.
“Why does it matter where I heard it from? What will people think?” cried my mother.
“F**k! Mom, no one is gonna care where or how I get a baby.” I want to crawl into a hole and die. “Mom, you wouldn’t by any chance be talking to Marie, would you? Is that where all this came from? Did she tell you I’m planning to go to a spermbank? Or did she tell you I should think about going to a spermbank?”
“That’s not the point, Kirsten. The point is that it’s time for you to settle down and think about having a family. You need to be more like Marie,” my mom lectured.
“Like Marie? My sister, Marie? The one who wears yoga pants and ponytails everywhere.”
Meg, Caroline, and Amanda all stared at me with glistening eyesbefore they jumped off the bar top.
“Someone is going to get laid by the very hot bartender,” Sandragiggled as she joined the girls.
“Shut up,” I said.
“Here. Put this in your purse.” Meg pushed something in between my fingers.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a high-tech condom.”
“High-tech condom?” I held it in my hand. “What the hell?”
“Girl, it’s got ginkgo biloba in it. It stimulates the clit something fierce.”
“Really?” I put the clit-stimulator condom in my purse. Oh hell.“I need a drink.”
Shawnté lives in central Alberta, with her husband Ricky of 10 amazing years and together they have two beautiful children. Somehow her husband has managed to trick her into running a cow/calf operation. As much as she fusses about it, she loves it.
When Shawnté is not sitting at her kitchen table hammering away on her laptop while watching the moose chase her cows across the yard, yes this really happens. Then she is busy attend school activities, community events and chauffeuring children here and there. She is big on playing softball and watching hockey.
When the time comes to relax, you will find her snuggled underneath her down comforter reading on her Ipad. Wait...who are we kidding, if the dishes, vacuuming, laundry or the bathrooms needs a hose down, you’ll always hear her say, “Just after this chapter.” She doesn’t have a favorite author or best story because everyday she falls in love with someone new.
Shawnté is technology challenged so you won’t find her on twitter (heaven knows she tried) or instagram – whatever this stuff is called. But she can work one hell of a facebook pagethanks for her fictitious assistant Lacy. Please go like her page and leave a review/star rating on the books she’s wrote.