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It seems like everyone’s talking about Bitcoin these days.
Still, a lot of people just don’t get it. Or they assume Bitcoin is just for tech-savvy millennial guys or rich
investors like Elon Musk.
As for women, many of us didn't get a great financial education. Some of us shy away from
conversations about money and investing especially if it has to do with the crazy world of
cryptocurrencies.
What to do? Start with this brand new short, fun, and easy read,"Smart Bitches Buy Bitcoin: A Simple
Guide for Women Who Want to Learn the Truth About Bitcoin and Control Their Financial Future.”
The book is designed to help women understand the current financial situation, why Bitcoin could be
the life raft they need, and how to get started investing in it. Don’t leave your economic future to
chance just because it seems scary or confusing and this is the perfect book to get you
started.
Read an Excerpt
Maybe the only thing that says “cool” more than celebrity endorsements are celebrity investments.
Besides Elon Musk and Jack Dorsey, there are some big-name celebrities who have made the leap into
crypto, including:
Snoop Dog, Mark Cuban, Kanye West, Hugh Laurie, Floyd Mayweather, Bill Gates, Jamie Foxx, Richard
Branson, Ashton Kutcher, and Drew Carey.
Notice anything about this incredible list of leaders, celebrities, and generally smart people? You got it.
They’re all guys.
According to one brokerage study released in early 2021, women make up only 15 percent of Bitcoin
traders. This must change, bitches, which is why we wrote this book.
The good news is things are starting to turn. Crypto buying platforms are reporting that investments by
women are skyrocketing by double and triple-digit percentages.
And just as we were editing this manuscript, Paris Hilton was asked if she was invested in Bitcoin and
she said, “Yes, I’m very, very excited about it, it’s definitely the future.”
Bitcoin as an investment was once thought of as a contrarian idea. It is fast becoming a consensus
position.
And if you don’t think being invested Bitcoin is a good idea after reading this section, there’s nothing
more we can do to help. As the saying goes, we can explain Bitcoin to you, but we can’t understand it for
you.
About the Author:
Branden LaNette
doesn’t look like a typical author but she has long ignored what she “should” do, say and look like. On her own at a very young age, Branden eventually found herself with the wrong guy, the wrong job, and a
bleak future. The fairytale she was promised as a child never materialized.
Finally, Branden decided that she wanted something different for her life, and realized no one was going
to do it for her. Prince charming wasn’t coming to save her—she’d have to save herself.
Step by step, decision by decision, through major trials and tribulations that would stop most people in
their tracks, Branden learned how to turn heartbreak into happiness and self-judgement into inner joy.
Today, Branden LaNette is an entrepreneur, coach, speaker, wife, and stay-at-home Mom to six C-
section babies (ages 1-16) and way too many f-ing pets. Somehow, however, she manages to juggle all
of this effortlessly (a blatant lie) while pushing her way through the kinds of fear and self-doubts that
whisper within all of us (totally true) to achieve her goals. Her most recent dream come true is this book,
one that is destined to have a major impact on millions of women across the globe (or at least nine
people in Michigan.)
Through it all, she has found her happiness, her joy, and more importantly, her voice.
For Savannah Fraiser, her one-night stand with billionaire Michael Asara
changed her life forever. But becoming a family will be harder than expected when fighting for
those you love are threatened by power and greed. Readers will devour this billionaire blackmail
romance featuring one sexy reluctant dad. Fall in love with your next book boyfriend with
Savannah’s Salvation by Louise Lennox, the first book in the Single Dad’s Romance
series.
For one night, I had the one man that millions of women worldwide fantasize about.
My time with the French billionaire Michael Asara shouldn't matter, but it does. Because one
night left me with so much more than a good time.
Except, he has no idea that he left me with more than a smile on my face, because I fled
without a good-bye. And planned to never look back.
Until I'm forced to tell Michael about the product of our one-night stand while on assignment
a year later in Paris.
Already a devoted dad to a little girl who was abandoned by her gold-digging mother,
Michael isn't looking to get burned twice.
Unless that fire is between the sheets, where our chemistry is off the charts. Reconnecting
and proving to him that I'm not like everyone else quickly has Michael staking his claim on me
and our son.
For a moment, we're almost like a real family.
But when a blackmailer comes along and threatens to take what belongs to him, he vows to
do anything to protect us...even if that means letting us go
My daughter is my entire world, but my father views her birth as a blemish on my record. He
loves Gabrielle and treats her like spun silk. But whenever I talk of taking over the family
business, he mentions the circumstances of her birth and accuses me of poor judgement. And
because I still wet my wick more often than my father likes, he thinks I haven’t
changed.
I need to prove to him I am more than a pretty face for the cameras and women to love. I
can run the business. Closing this deal in America will show him that.
However, coming to SAX Lounge before I head home and being loudly called an asshole by
one of the most beautifully ballsy women I’ve ever seen will not.
She is breathtaking... whoever she is.
She’s taller than most women, but still at least a full foot shorter than me. Her legs went on
forever in that dress and her skin is the color of browned butter. It looked smooth and touchable.
She wore little make-up and when she spoke to me, her full lips begged me for a
kiss.
I almost obliged them. But I can’t take chances like that. I’m in America, but that kiss could
end up all over the French tabloids before I landed back home. Plus, I don’t know her angle.
She could be just as predatory and traitorous as Gabrielle’s mother, Eve.
I need to feel her out; to get her close and away from the crowd… on the dance floor.
I didn’t notice her at first, which is probably a good thing. If I had, I would have charmed her
until I talked her right out of what I imagine being very sexy panties. Instead, I was accosted by
one of the many groupies I tried to shake off when I entered the bar. I can’t believe women over
here even know who I am, but I should have known better.
Gold diggers do their research.
But the feisty woman at the bar doesn’t strike me as a groupie. Everything about her
screamed refinement and respect.</
She looked moved like she commands any room she enters.
Her eyes were an intense chocolate brown with specks of gold that demanded my
attention.
Her ebony hair swung confidently down her back as she walked away. And that ass… C’est
manifique!
Meeting her made my decision to get my own drinks for the night a worthy one.
When our drinks got mixed up, I wanted to play with her. I knew she was there first; I should
have given her the drinks, but I wanted a reason to talk to her. Plus, I didn’t like her answer
when I asked a favor.
I really needed to go. Leaving my cousin Kwame alone too long in a place like this is not a
good idea. He’s a magnet for mischief and trouble. Her defiance made my dick throb, but it also
made me want to discipline her. I can’t be told what to do and when she begs me to fuck her,
because she will, she will learn she can’t boss me around.
Which is what I’m sure she does to everyone else in her life.
So instead of getting on my plane, I am planning how to get her into my bed.
Another night in D.C. won’t be bad at all if I have her shapely legs wrapped around my
waist. Gabrielle is at Disneyland Paris with her maternal grandmother for the week, so I can
spend an extra day here to have some fun with the mystery woman.
When she called me a fucking asshole, I wanted to take her pretty mouth and cleanse it of
those filthy words. But I held myself, which is a feat. I usually take what I want. No one speaks
to me with such disrespectful words. But if I have my way, she will apologize through multiple
orgasms.
When I reach the booth Kwame secured for us, I slide his drink to him, but he barely
registers my presence. He’s wrangled three women, and they are all practically naked and
chomping at his rich bit. I do not have time for this. One woman licks her lips and gives me a
look that says I can do anything I want to her... for the right price. But that’s not what I’m looking
for.
Tonight, I want the woman who I’m pretty sure won’t do whatever I want without being
perfectly persuaded. I want the woman who had the gall to call me an asshole.
“You all look cozy.” I shoot Kwame a look, and he squirms. My plan was to keep a low
profile, and this is the exact opposite. “If I knew we were having company, I would have ordered
more drinks.”
The women smile, and Kwame laughs nervously.
“No worries, cousin, this is VIP. Bottle service will start soon. Why don’t you sit down and
join us? The ladies were just telling me about their favorite places to visit in D.C.”
“Yes.” The lip-licker purrs while patting a space beside her. “Why don’t you come and take a
seat next to me.”
I conjure up the best smile I can. “No, I don’t think so. I’m actually looking for a friend.” Her
face drops, and I can see the flash of annoyance in her eyes. She’s used to men just falling
face-first into her fake cleavage. But I am not most men.
“Kwame, I will check on you later.”
He doesn’t protest, but I know he’s annoyed. I doubt he will keep those ladies interested
without the major cash cow in the booth. But that’s his problem. And so is drinking.
Kwame drinks and gambles way too much. He boasts about power and money that he does
not have. And he’s always dragging me into foolishness. I’m practically his babysitter, but
tonight I have other plans. I have a woman to find.
I stop by the bar to grab another drink. Hennessey neat. I scan the lounge, and it doesn’t
take me long to find her. She is sitting in a booth on the opposite side of the bar, holding court
with two women.
She looks even more beautiful, relaxed and with her girls. The two women with her are also
beautiful but can’t hold a candle next to her. She reminds me of a young Diahann Carroll. Her
deep golden skin shimmers under the lights, making her beauty stand front and center. They
are celebrating something. I hear her table scream congratulations as they toast their
glasses.
Now is as good a time as any to introduce myself.
About Louise Lennox
Contemporary romance Author Louise Lennox is a hopeful romantic writing steamy
romances full of heart and healing.
A Spelman College and Georgetown University graduate, Louise provides women with
diverse and meaningful representation in romance novel pages. Not seeing enough women like
herself headlining positive love stories, she launched #HappyBlackRomance; a community of
readers and writers committed to the creation and sharing of positive romance stories featuring
Black heroines.
Louise Lennox plots highlight the joys of Black relationships across the diaspora; pushing
readers from all cultural backgrounds to admire them for their strength and downright
sexiness. In her novels sparks always fly; the sex amazes; and the characters
always leave the world better than they found it through their love.
When she’s not writing, Louise is enjoying her work as a school leader, wife, and mother of
the two cutest dragons to ever walk the earth!
To learn more about #HappyBlackRomance and to score a free book or two, check out her
website www.lovelouiselennox.com .
Seven single dads, all from different walks of life and doing the best they can to raise their
children - are ready to make you fall in love.
From the celebrity dad just trying to protect the ones he loves from the spotlight...to the
silver fox who's out to prove it's never too late to have a family of your own - this single dads
collection guarantees to bring you a whole lot of love and of course, a happily ever
after.
Look no further, your next book boyfriend is here!
I’ve known powerful, arrogant men my entire life. Men like Ethan always have to win, no matter the cost, or so I thought. A chance encounter with Ethan and his son has me questioning everything I thought I knew. Readers who enjoy diverse contemporary romances will devour Takeover by Evelyn Sola, an enemies to lovers, single dad, billionaire romance.
TARA
I was supposed to be in charge. That was always my intention.
Until that slick corporate raider, Ethan Bradford, clicked his fancy pen and poof!
Just like that, I was under him, instead of on top.
Rich and powerful men–especially arrogant, handsome ones–are all the same.
I know exactly how to handle him, but when my father pulls rank and orders me to play nice, my
plans of putting him in his place vanish.
I know his type. I’ve been around men like him my entire life, but one chance meeting with him
and his son, makes me question everything I thought I knew.
ETHAN
When it comes to business, I always come out on top. Not even being a single dad can slow me
down. I never let a good investment get away, and that includes Taylor Toys. After all, business
is business, right?
How was I supposed to know a friendly meeting would set me on fire? Tara Taylor is a spoiled
princess, used to getting everything she wants.
Sure, her good looks and smart mouth turn me on like nothing else. Despite her hostile stares,
she triggered feelings I thought were long dead.
She dares to judge me while she stands there in her designer shoes, looking more beautiful
than any marketing exec I’ve ever met. Instead of being grateful that I saved her family’s legacy,
she blames me for their failure.
What was meant to be a formality turns into a game of wills.
I never lose. Except this time, I find myself wanting her more than I want to win. I find myself wanting her to take over.
Excerpt
Copyright 2021 Evelyn Sola
I know her type. Spoiled little daddy’s girl, upset because her life isn’t going according to plan.
No manners. Someone needs to teach her a lesson and knock the smug look off her face. Wipe
that smirk off her full lips. Lift her right off her short legs and spank her little ass.
Even now I know she’s seething with rage in her chair. She’s so tense, her shoulders are
practically to her ears. I’d like nothing more than to walk over there, take the seat next to her
and watch her squirm in unease, but this seat gives me a much better view.
She’s across the room in her designer clothes looking daggers at me with those big brown eyes.
A man older than her father enters the room, and she stops the dirty looks to smile at him. She
pats the seat next to her, and he happily takes it. He whispers something in her ear, and she
laughs, the sound melodious to my ears. This is the first time I’ve seen her unguarded and
imagine this is what she’s like. I think she forgot she’s supposed to hate me.
I want to hear her laugh again. And I do. He says something else, and this time, she throws her
head back, laughing loudly, uncaring that she has an audience of one. All too soon, she sobers
up, and I watch in awe as the tension returns to her body. She’s so rigid she looks like she’s
going to snap.
The room fills quickly, and her father stands up to speak. I tune him out as I wait for him to
introduce me. My eyes find her again, and I almost smile when I see the daggers are back and
directed at me.
I hold her gaze, and she doesn’t back down. The humor she had just seconds ago now a distant
memory. Her full lips are no longer smiling but are in a firm line. There’s no happiness in her
gaze as she looks at me. Her eyes are a storm cloud, and I can see the brown orbs all the way
from here. Neither one of us is willing to look away first. In fact, she lays her hands on the table
and arches her eyebrows as she waits. I make no moves, and as much as I want to study the
rest of her body, I don’t dare look away from her eyes. I never lose, and I don’t intend on losing
to her by looking away first.
Unfortunately, my phone buzzes. It’s my private phone, the one the nanny uses. Carla has been with us since Vince came home from the hospital. She doesn’t text unless it’s necessary, and
that’s what causes me to break the stare and pull out my phone.
I respond to the text, slide the phone back in my pocket and look back at her. She’s still looking,
but I can see by the slight upturn of her lips that she’s claiming victory.
About Evelyn Sola
A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing,
you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for
years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.
Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their
woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor.
She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.
I’ve known powerful, arrogant men my entire life. Men like Ethan always have
to win, no matter the cost, or so I thought. A chance encounter with Ethan and his son has me
questioning everything I thought I knew. Readers who enjoy diverse contemporary romances
will devour Takeover by Evelyn Sola, an enemies to lovers, single dad, billionaire
romance.
Blurb
TARA
I was supposed to be in charge. That was always my intention.
Until that slick corporate raider, Ethan Bradford, clicked his fancy pen and poof!
Just like that, I was under him, instead of on top.
Rich and powerful men–especially arrogant, handsome ones–are all the same.
I know exactly how to handle him, but when my father pulls rank and orders me to play nice,
my plans of putting him in his place vanish.
I know his type. I’ve been around men like him my entire life, but one chance meeting with
him and his son, makes me question everything I thought I knew.
ETHAN
When it comes to business, I always come out on top. Not even being a single dad can slow
me down. I never let a good investment get away, and that includes Taylor Toys. After all,
business is business, right?
How was I supposed to know a friendly meeting would set me on fire? Tara Taylor is a
spoiled princess, used to getting everything she wants.
Sure, her good looks and smart mouth turn me on like nothing else. Despite her hostile
stares, she triggered feelings I thought were long dead.
She dares to judge me while she stands there in her designer shoes, looking more beautiful
than any marketing exec I’ve ever met. Instead of being grateful that I saved her family’s legacy,
she blames me for their failure.
What was meant to be a formality turns into a game of wills.
I never lose. Except this time, I find myself wanting her more than I want to win. I find myself
wanting her to take over.
He offers me his hand, and when I don’t take it right away, my father elbows me in the ribs. I
take his proffered hand, not at all prepared for the goosebumps that cover my skin, or the jolt of
electricity that surges through my body. I look down at our hands, his paler skin wrapped around
my brown one. And then I go and make a huge mistake. I look into his eyes. I don’t know what I
expected, but ocean blue eyes weren’t it. I pull my hand from his, absentmindedly rubbing it
against my wool pants. He watches me the entire time. I search his face, trying to find a hint of
the arrogance I saw in his pictures, but I don’t find it. He tilts his head a fraction, his eyes not
leaving mine for a second. He offers me a smile that is almost my undoing. Perfect white teeth,
captivating blue eyes, wrapped up in an expensive suit covered in cologne. “Tara,” he says
as if he’s trying out my name. “I’m Ethan Bradford.” No nice to meet you, Tara. Just letting
me know who he is. There it is. Arrogant son of a bitch. “Yes,” I say, not bothering to offer
him so much as a fake smile. “I’ve heard,” I practically sneer. Luckily, my father, who’s now
talking to another person, doesn’t hear my tone. Ethan Bradford doesn’t miss it though. His
brows furrow and the smile he previously offered slips. I don’t give him a chance to offer me a
snarky comeback. Without another look, I walk away and take my seat at the table.
A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about
writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing
for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.
Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their
woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor.
She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.
