Book Blurb:
There is nothing barbershop owner, Kadaris Kathan, wouldn’t do for his former foster mother turned babysitter, Mama Peaches. Even if that means participating in the upcoming Southlake Park bachelor auction to raise money for the neighborhood. However, Mama Peaches has one request…Kadaris must work with etiquette coach, Khloe Madison, to polish his thuggish exterior before the auction. Despite their chemistry, he hasn’t gotten along with Khloe in years and he’s ready to send her packing. Imagine his surprise when Khloe makes him an offer he can’t refuse.
Khloe Madison has never passed up on a challenge and rough-around-the-edges Kadaris is her biggest challenge yet. He’s stubborn, arrogant, and unfortunately, too sexy for his own good. In order to get through this, she has a proposition for him. All she needs is ten days to turn Kadaris into the ideal bachelor and if he isn’t singing her praises after that, she’ll be at his beck and call the week after the auction. However, if this princess of the neighborhood wins, he’ll regret the day he ever called her prim and proper.
Release Date: April 4, 2019
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I’ve been looking forward to the novellas in this series for a few months now. Although the books are connected via the bachelor auction, each novella is independent of each other.
It’s sort of a Frenemies to lovers tale. This is Kadaris’ story, who was introduced in Single AF. He and Khloe are hilarious together. A High School incident strained their relationship, but the bachelor auction is forcing them to work through their issues.
It’s a fun flirty story and totally worth the read.
MVP Character: Meeka ‘MeMe’ Simmons
I gave Meeka a worried look, knowing we only had $2,000 between us to bid and women were still going at it. When we got to $1,500, as Meeka had said, a lot of the women I knew in the crowd stopped bidding once it got down to me and this other ratchet looking chick in the front row who was all to eager to shake her breasts every time she bid.
“Who does she think she is,” Meeka whispered. “Clearly, she ain’t from Chicago.”
“She’s allowed to vote for him,” I whispered back, but deep down, I was nervous as hell about losing the bid.
When the woman bid $1,800, I stood and bid $2,000 giving her the meanest girl-don’t-try-me stare I could. She stood too, in all her ratchet gold dress glory as if she was about to bid again, when suddenly, she cleared her throat and sat back down. I’d had no idea why until I turned around and noticed Meeka was holding up a piece of paper that said, Keisha you betta sit your ass down before I tell your husband that you out here hoeing when you need to be at home caring for your five kids.
~The Contingency Bid / Sherelle Green
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