Today is the cover reveal for BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL by author KK Hendin. This book will be released April 29th, 2015. Be sure to check out the teaser and excerpt below.

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Synopsis

Eighty seven billion dollars. One dead New York business mogul. No heirs. No wives. No relatives. Eighty seven billion dollars. Not hers yet. He doesn’t deserve them. He doesn’t know what to do with them. She does. She always has. Eighty seven billion dollars. He’s overwhelmed. She’s prepared. That will should have had her name. Not his. Eighty seven billion dollars. His looks are a bonus. Her looks are her weapon. He’s fighting a losing battle against his heart. He doesn’t know it yet. Eighty seven billion dollars. She gets everything she wants. He’s what she wants. Love has nothing to do with it. To get to where you’re going, sometimes you need to step on a few people to get there. Good thing her heels are sharp.

Excerpt

Cedar had gotten the phone call at six in the morning, hours before she normally woke up. She was at home, as always, even though she had been out the night before with Lawrence, who was still trying to get her to make things more permanent. And even though he was a Foster-Herrington, he wasn’t worth the trouble that would come along with a relationship. Not to mention he wasn’t nearly good enough in bed to make up for having to date him. Her private line rang as she was headed toward her gym. Her private line, a number that only five people had. “Cedar?” It was Mr. Morris. Which could only mean one thing, because Mr. Morris never called. Ever. “No,” Cedar whispered, her voice still hoarse from waking up. “I’m sorry.” “Dammit.” “He passed away fifteen minutes ago. I called you as soon as I can.” “Dammit.” Cedar clutched the phone tightly. “How could he?” “I know.” But he didn’t know, the idiot. How could he? “He left instructions for a funeral,” Mr. Morris continued, his voice rough from a lack of sleep. He was Harold Feingold’s lawyer, which was more of a full time job than he had ever imagined it would be. The old bastard was dead, and he was still working around the clock. “He wanted you to arrange it.” “He mentioned it to me,” Cedar said. “Earlier this week.” Dammit, why did he have to die today? Could the timing possibly be more inconvenient than it was now? Harold never gave a shit about inconveniencing others, but neither did Cedar. It was one of the reasons she liked him—genuinely liked him, and didn’t just tolerate her for where she got because of him. “Excellent. Are you going to be at work today?” “Of course.” Cedar headed to the gym. There was no point in throwing her schedule off entirely because someone died. “I’ll send over the information for the funeral arrangements he wanted you to take care of.” “Of course.” Cedar programmed the treadmill and started to walk. “I’m sorry for your loss, Cedar,” he said awkwardly. “I’m sorry for yours,” she replied, and almost meant it.

About the Author

KK Hendin’s real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she’ll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate. She’s the author of the NA contemporaries HEART BREATHS and ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG. THIS MUCH SPACE is the second book in her new series, TWELVE BEATS IN A BAR. KK spends way too much time on Twitter (where she can be found as @kkhendin), and rambles on occasion over at www.kkhendinwrites.blogspot.com.