Published by Self-published Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Format: eARC
Title: The Wish
“He’s (Marlon) definitely in my Top Five Book Hunks for the year!” USA Today Bestselling author Angel Payne
“…this book is real, and it will pull at your heartstrings.” Author Maria Vickers
My life was complicated enough, I didn’t need an added distraction. 
My life was complicated enough, I din’t need an added distraction. My father’s stubborn decision to organize a world tour, landed me toe to toe with Marion Brooks-Los Angeles’ most eligible millionaire bachelor. It was easy to figure him out. He was rich. He was gorgeous. Confidence dripping from every word he spoke. But nothing is ever as it seems. Beneath his veneer hid a man of many layers-ones I would peel back slowly and savor at every turn. Until all his secrets were revealed.
This book was so hard to put down when you had to. It also makes you really think about your bucket list if you have one or one if you don’t. Just how would you ever be able to make someone’s every wish come true for them. This is not a thrill ride of a roller coaster that keeps you guessing at every turn but a slow burn of emotions and a book that is to be savored. You want to hold on to every single last word of this book in your heart and be able to take it back out and experience it again when you want or need to. This is a journey to all the places you would possibly have one that bucket list and you get to go to then even in the fiction world. Here you meet Marlon Brooks who is the maker of wishes. He has such a sad past. He didn’t come from a easy place but he has worked his butt off to get to where he is due to some pretty solid influences in his life. And then there is Jaidyn. She is so mature for her age and his new client who makes demands and he meets them. This is the story of a self made man and a girl with a heart of gold. It is a great read and I loved all the time I got to spend with them.
“Hmmm, I didn’t see anything about a ‘fiancé’ in your file, Ms. Hughes.” He said, a sour note coating his otherwise smooth voice.“Must have been an oversight.” It wasn’t.“Must have been, indeed.” And he knew it.“Do you always call your clients on a Sunday evening?” I asked, curious as to why he worked on weekends.“No, I don’t. In fact, I haven’t taken a case in almost a year.”I audibly gasped at his admission and I could hear the satisfaction in his chuckle. The man was throwing little nuggets of information my way, enticing me, daring me to give into my curiosity.But I wouldn’t.“We should talk again soon so we can go over the entire list before I tell my father my thoughts?” I ended my phrase on a question hoping I didn’t sound like I was giving orders but also not wanting to give him the impression that I was searching out his phone calls.Because I wasn’t.Not at all.I had a…Calvin.“We should. Sweet dreams, Ms. Hughes,” he practically purred, his voice eliciting dirty thoughts I had no business having.”
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