Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I was hers, but she was never mine.
Alice Yates is the hired “homemaker” for the Morrisons, an affluent couple in Minneapolis. For Alice, it’s a dream job to dress up like a 1950s housewife and read romance novels to Mr. Morrison before his afternoon nap.
But when the Morrisons’ only daughter returns home for the summer with her fiancé, Alice comes face- to-face with her shattered past—the only threat to her perfect life.
Eight years earlier, vacation rental owner Murphy Paddon had an impeccable vinyl record collection and did the most irresistible thing before kissing Alice, earning him a five-star rating. Their fortnight love affair was life-altering and ended tragically.
Murphy doesn’t know if Alice remembers him or whether he should tell his fiancée that the hired-help living in the guesthouse is the woman who irreparably broke his heart. He needs closure, but will the lingering glances and silent yearning lead to the end or just the beginning?
Grab your copy of The Homemaker, from USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Jewel E. Ann, and lose yourself in this forbidden, high-stakes romance
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Playlist
“Fortnight” | Taylor Swift
“Crazy” | Patsy Cline, The Jordanaires
“My Girl” | The Temptations
“Dream A Little Dream Of Me” | The Mamas & The Papas
“Old Time Rock & Roll” | Bob Seger
“I’ve Got A Crush On You” | Ella Fitzgerald
“Put Your Head On My Shoulder” | Paul Anka
“Its Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini” | Brian Hyland
“How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)” | Marvin Gaye
“Wonderful Tonight” | Eric Clapton
“How Did It End?” | Taylor Swift
“(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons” | Nat King Cole
“Unbreak” | Camylio
“As the World Caves In” - Cover | Chloe Edgecombe
“Stubborn Love” | The Lumineers
“All I Have to Do Is Dream” | The Everly Brothers
Chapter One
Alice
We’re all here to play a part. Play it well.
“Do not suck my husband’s dick. It’s an old dick that doesn’t need to be sucked, so let’s just get that out in the open.”
I nod with a genuine smile. Wealthy people are the most fascinating creatures with lavish requests and baffling assumptions. The duties of my new position include everything except a blow job.
Got it. That’s not on my CV anyway.
Vera Morrison needs a “homemaker” for her husband. And I need a place to live since my rent just went up, and I lost my job as a personal assistant because my boss died. He was kind enough to add me to a “special list” before he passed.
In Minneapolis, the one percenters have a private network where they share staff recommendations. Everything from drivers and groundskeepers to nannies and sex surrogates.
This position pays twice what I was making, and it includes a well-appointed, rent-free guesthouse that’s nicer than any place I have ever lived.
“More tea?” Mrs. Morrison offers in a raspy tone like she’s losing her voice or perhaps, very Demi Moore. She curls her long black hair behind one ear, exposing a large diamond hoop earring as we politely discuss the duties of the position.
We’re surrounded by flawless white furniture in the glass ceiling sunroom that feels more like a cathedral than a place to discuss the age of anyone’s dick.
“No, thank you.” I clear my throat to hide my impending giggle. I didn’t expect the blow job discussion, but it’s the highlight of my day.
Last week, I met Mr. Morrison at my first interview. He isn’t the guy who needs to pay anyone for sexual favors. If Vera refuses, he’s a fifty-seven-year-old real estate developer turned day trader who works out every morning and lives in a fifteen million-dollar home in the Lake of the Isles, Minnesota, and there’s a long list of women (and probably a few men) who would happily open wide.
“If you decide to entertain, please ask your guests to park on the street. And if we’re not here, you’re welcome to use the pool, but don’t let anyone in our house.”
“Of course. And I won’t be entertaining anyone. Well, there’s this guy I’ve been seeing. But it’s just casual.”
She eyes me with a twinkle of curiosity.
“Sex.” I clarify with unwavering confidence. If she can bring up blow jobs, surely I can mention casual sex. “We get together when he doesn’t have his kids.”
“Sounds like a lovely arrangement.” She offers a wry grin before sipping her tea, maintaining perfect posture and an air of dignity. “This weekend, my daughter, Blair, and her fiancé are arriving from San Francisco. Their wedding is this fall, right before she opens her art studio in SoHo. She’s a ceramic artist. Anyway, they’ll be staying with us this summer. We have lots of details to iron out for the wedding.” Vera sets her cup and saucer on the coffee table. “And come to think of it, if she asks about you, let’s call your position something like ‘house manager.’ My daughter won’t understand why her father wants a homemaker. She’s a feminist and, much to her father’s chagrin, very liberal.”