When It’s All Said & Done by Denise N. Wheatley Genre: Contemporary Romance
Savvy, fun- loving writer Leslie James dreams of one day joining Limelight magazine’s writing staff. In the meantime, she keeps her journalistic skills sharp with Blissful Beauties, a beauty blog that celebrates all women. Leslie’s passion for writing takes her mind off her current relationship status: Single. She’s okay with leaving love out of the equation, until she meets Michael—a handsome, sexy single father and sports journalist with everything Leslie could want in a man. At the urging of her supportive, sassy best friend Crystal, Leslie befriends Michael but insists that they remain strictly platonic, but Michael has other plans. He’s determined to make Leslie his lady for life, and as their undeniable chemistry begins to sizzle, Leslie is powerless to resist him. But their budding romance is abruptly cut short when Michael’s ex-wife suddenly resurfaces, wanting to rekindle their relationship. Will the love Leslie has for Michael ever be enough to truly win his heart? Reader Alert! Leslie James is at her wits’ end when it comes to love. The minute she decides to throw in the towel, gorgeous and charming Michael Allgood comes along. Mesmerized by this fine specimen of a man, and against her better judgement, Leslie decides to give him a chance—but she regrets that decision when his greedy ex-wife Mia suddenly shows up on his doorstep. Can Michael prove to Leslie that his intentions are good and he wants a love with her that’ll last forever? To My Readers: I’ve been a lover of romance for as long as I can remember. WHEN IT’S ALL SAID & DONE is fun, contemporary romantic comedy that’s very close to my heart. As the novel came to fruition, I found myself wanting to be friends with the smart, savvy, beautiful women in the book and date the handsome, strong, sexy, men! My goal was to tell an entertaining story that embodies matters of the heart and would leave readers thinking about these colorful characters long after the final chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Red Sage Publishing
Denise N. Wheatley is a lover of romance, happy endings and the art of storytelling. She used to cry as a three-year old child when her mother read to her because she so badly wanted to read the books herself! Once she learned, Denise constantly had her nose in a novel (especially the ones she’d sneak from her mom’s bookshelf). She’s been writing for as long as she can remember and draws inspiration from Chicago, the city where she was born and raised, as well as Los Angeles, which is one of her favorite places in the world. Denise has published several books and novellas with Simon & Schuster, Red Sage Publishing, eXtasy Books and independently, has written screenplays and teleplays, and has ghostwritten for some of your faves. When she isn’t sitting behind her computer, you can find Denise in a movie theater, on a tennis court, watching true crime television or chatting on social media. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Once Michael finished cooking breakfast, he and Leslie headed into the living room to watch
college basketball. The twosome chatted about a little bit of everything as they ate. And then,
just when they sat their plates down on the coffee table, Michael turned to Leslie.
“I love you,” he said softly.
She stared blankly at him, thinking she must’ve misheard him.
“I love you.”
Leslie’s chest began to tingle, and her eyes teared up a bit. The sweet, sincere look on
Michael’s face was beyond words. She was positive that she’d never felt this way about anyone
before in her life.
“I love you, too.”
Michael wrapped his arms around her. He leaned in, and she closed her eyes, waiting to feel
the soft, warm touch of his lips. And then, just when the tip of his nose gently brushed against
hers, she heard the sound of keys rattling outside of the door.
Michael stopped abruptly. “Did you hear that?”
“I did. It sounds like somebody’s coming in.”
Michael jumped up and walked over to the door. Before he could turn the knob, it flew open, and
Tyler came running inside.
“Daddy! Daddy!” he yelled.
“Hey, what’s up little man!” Michael said, picking him up.
Leslie stood up, smiling and waving at Tyler. Then she walked around the couch and waited
nervously for Michael’s mother to walk in. She hadn’t expected to meet his mom this soon,
especially under these circumstances.
“Hello Michael,” a sexy-sounding female voice said. It sounded nothing like his mother.
Leslie watched as a beautiful woman carrying a designer suitcase appeared in the doorway. It
was, in fact, not Michael’s mother. It was his ex-wife, Mia.
Leslie’s entire body went numb. She eyed Mia, noticing how tall and curvaceously thin she was.
Her jet black wavy hair cascaded down her back. Her deep bronze complexion was flawless.
Her hazel eyes were dazzling. And she acted as though Leslie was invisible considering she
had yet to acknowledge her.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and awkward. Leslie didn’t know what to do, so she
looked over at Michael. He seemed to be just as shocked to see Mia as she was. When Mia
reached out and tried to embrace him, he took a step back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Your mother called and told me the wonderful news about your sports casting job! Instead of
calling to congratulate you, I decided to come home and give you my well-wishes in person!”
“Home?” Michael asked cynically.
“Yes,” Mia replied confidently. “Home.”
Leslie’s eyes widened. She could not believe what she was seeing or hearing. She struggled to
keep her cool. Waited to be noticed. To be spoken to. Introduced. Something. But since that
didn’t seem like it was going to happen, she cleared her throat, forcing Mia to acknowledge her
“Oh. Hello. I didn’t see you standing there.”
“Hello, I’m—” Leslie began. But before she could continue, Mia interrupted her and turned back
“I didn’t realize you had company. Your mother told me you were here alone.”
Michael looked at her in disbelief. “How did you get the keys?”
“Your mother gave them to me,” Mia smiled. “I stopped by there first to see her and pick up
Tyler, and told her not to mention that I was coming home so I could surprise you.”
“I’m sorry,” Leslie interrupted, feeling as though a bomb might go off inside of her. “As Michael
said, I’m Leslie.”
“Hello. I’m Mia. Tyler’s mother.”
The smirk on Mia’s face said it all. She obviously felt as though she had the upper hand here.
Leslie looked down and saw a wedding ring set sitting boldly on Mia’s finger. She hoped that it
was from a new husband and wasn’t the set that Michael had given her.
“Come on mommy! Come see my room!” Tyler insisted, clutching Mia’s leg.
“Okay, here I come!” Mia then turned to Michael. “Your daddy has some things to take care of
out here anyway.”
Before following Tyler to his room, Mia turned to Leslie with a beauty pageant smile on her face
“Nice meeting you…Lindsay was it? Take care,” she said dismissively before walking off in her
fancy designer stilettos.
Leslie didn’t bother to respond. She was too irritated to even open her mouth. Instead she
turned to Michael, struggling to maintain her composure as she stared at him silently and waited
for him to handle the situation.
“Sweetheart,” he began, holding his hands up, “I swear I didn’t know she was coming here.”
“Oh, I get that. I’m just wondering why you haven’t asked her to leave.”
“Well, Tyler’s here…so…”
“Sooo…you’re not going to ask her to leave?”
“Well…I just don’t want to make a scene in front of our son.”
Leslie’s heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach. “Michael, you do know what’s going on here,
don’t you? How ironic that the minute you don’t get an NBA contract, she leaves. Then the
minute you get a sports casting job on a major network, she reappears.”
“I know…But Mia is Tyler’s mother, and he’s so happy to see her. I don’t feel comfortable asking
her to leave right now. It would break his heart.”
Leslie felt a lump forming in her throat. She looked into Michael’s eyes, wondering what all this
meant for the two of them. She was afraid that if he let Mia stay, then somehow that could
drastically change things between the two of them.
“So you’re going to let her stay?” Leslie asked quietly.
“I don’t have a choice. Please understand that, Leslie, Please…”
Loud laughter between Mia and Tyler came booming from his bedroom. Leslie felt completely
defeated. She got it now. Mia was back. So it was time for her to leave.
“Why’d I do this?” she asked herself out loud. “Why? I knew better…”
“Leslie, please don’t say that,” Michael insisted.