Robert, Her Billionaire Widower

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Blurb:

An interracial, widower, billionaire romance book. Up and coming journalist Vanessa is immersed in her latest project: An exposé on the famous and prolific young author, Marie Wexler. However, Vanessa’s world is shattered when news of Marie’s death reaches her.

Robert, Marie’s grief-stricken husband, is grappling with an even more profound sense of loss, and months after her passing, he remains haunted by her absence. In a desperate bid to find closure, Robert embarks on an unconventional journey: commissioning a biography of his late wife’s life and work. And the best person to do that is none other than Vanessa!

Vanessa wants to do her best to honor Marie’s life story. But a connection sparks between her and Robert that neither had anticipated… Will their unconventional romance transform into a profound and lasting connection? Or will Robert’s late wife become an impassable barrier to their union? Find out in this widower romance story by Vanessa Brown.

Chapter 1

All around the world, every single news organization that cared about its ratings or its subscribers was shouting the exact same thing: Marie Wexler was dead. The literary giant that had become the voice of America, representing America in literary events around the world, was now dead. People simply could not wrap their minds around the fact that someone like Marie Wexler was dead, particularly because she had only been thirty years old and, if one really thought about it, she had only just started to take off.

Vanessa was working late when she found out. The TV in her office had been turned off, and she had done enough good work to not have to work on the central floor where the TV always remained on. However, in spite of the fact that she had insulated herself from TV in order to focus on the work that she had to complete on a very tight deadline, one of her coworkers burst into her office. This coworker was Dan, one of the newer employees who focused on music journalism.

“Vanessa!” he shouted, “Marie Wexler is dead!”

Vanessa went numb as soon as she heard the news. She simply didn’t know how to process such a thing, and Vanessa was not a member of the normal public. She was not one of the people that had looked at Marie Wexler as some kind of untouchable icon. She had met Marie not all that long ago for an interview that had gotten quite famous because Marie had spoken about a lot of things in her life.

Vanessa began to remember that interview, the fateful day when she had met one of the people that had inspired her the most. As a literary journalist, it was Vanessa’s job to know about the various people that were making it big in the literary industry. However, she found that she did not quite like any of the people in the literature industry, mostly because they were so utterly pretentious and full of themselves that they ended up putting Vanessa off their work.

Marie had been different. She had been kind, intelligent, considerate and she had not at all minded when Vanessa had started to ask a few rather difficult questions. Vanessa began to remember that interview, the interview that had ended up becoming one of the most important interviews that she had ever conducted.

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Vanessa was starting to break into a nervous sweat. She desperately hoped that she would not start to get body odor because if she did it would end up causing serious problems. How could she conduct a good interview if she smelled bad? She would end up feeling self conscious and not be able to ask the questions that she wanted to ask.

She sprayed deodorant on, hoping that it would mask the smell of her nervous sweat. She checked her makeup. It seemed fine but Vanessa was nervous nonetheless.

She was going to interview one of the most important novelists in America today, none other than Marie Wexler. It was the biggest interview of Vanessa’s career. Marie Wexler had burst onto the literary scene five years ago by releasing her debut novel, “The Cost of Freedom”. It had been a brilliant novel that analyzed racial history and the inertia of this history that led to violence in the present day. It was an absolutely brilliant novel, and Marie Wexler had gone on to become the youngest person in history to win a Pulitzer Prize. A well deserved Pulitzer Prize it had been, as were all of the other accolades that she had gathered in the year since.

Vanessa desperately hoped that she would not mess this interview up. She had fought hard to gain a reputation as a good literary journalist. She had interviewed a number of writers so far including the poet Jeremiah Winston, who was her biggest interviewee to date. He paled in comparison to Marie Wexler, however. Marie Wexler was a giant. She was only thirty years old yet she was being spoken of in connection with a Nobel prize already.

Vanessa took a deep breath. Someone came in and told her that Marie was here and they were ready to start the interview whenever Vanessa was. Vanessa decided that she would not let her nerves get the best of her. She could do this, she knew she could. She could do this interview. She decided to treat it just like any other interview, because in doing so, she would be able to calm herself down. She would be able to go about her business and ask the questions she had been dying to ask for so long. She just hoped that Marie wouldn’t get offended when Vanessa started to ask questions that might be a little difficult to answer.

She exited the dressing room and got to the interview room. Marie was already there, talking to everyone around her. She had such an approachable air to her. Looking at her, one simply would not have been able to guess that she was such a well thought of novelist, that she was being spoken of in connection with one of the most prestigious literary prizes in the world.

“Hello!” said Marie brightly. “You must be Vanessa. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve been looking forward to this interview!”

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat as Marie got up and walked towards her to shake her hand. She decided that this was all of the confidence she needed. If one of the greatest young novelists in the country, and possibly the world, thought she was important enough to stand up and shake hands with, she was most definitely good enough to conduct this interview in a professional manner.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marie,” said Vanessa, deciding to be bold and refer to Marie by her first name. “I’m a big fan of your work. I’ve been looking forward to this interview as well.”

Marie smiled warmly and the two of them sat opposite each other in front of the cameras. Marie was dressed immaculately. She was wearing a cream colored outfit that matched her short blond hair perfectly. She pulled off the cropped hair look, Vanessa had to admit, and she pulled it off extremely well. Not everybody would be able to look so amazing in such a bold look, but Marie was the kind of person that looked good no matter what.

Vanessa began comparing herself to the person that she was about to interview. Vanessa was black, and her skin was a gorgeous shade of the color. It was silky smooth, the kind of skin that most women could only dream of. Still, Vanessa could not help but feel just a little bit self conscious. Even though she was incredibly beautiful herself, she couldn’t help but feel that she seriously paled in comparison to the vision that was sitting before her.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “So,” said Vanessa as the cameras started to roll and after she gave the introductory monologue. “Marie.”

“Vanessa,” said Marie with another incredibly warm smile. Vanessa felt her heart flutter. How could this person make her feel so comfortable? Her smile seemed almost otherworldly because of how utterly beautiful it was.

“To start off with I’d like to ask you about your latest novel,” said Vanessa. “It’s called “Hammer of God”, is it not?”

“Indeed it is,” said Marie.

“Could you tell me a little bit about it?” asked Vanessa.

“Yes,” said Marie. “I’d love to. Hammer of God is essentially an examination of religion and religious establishments. I like to examine social institutions with my books. Through my fiction I wish to show people that there are two sides to every story, and that every single side of every story is important. And so, in this book, I talk about a priest that has been accused of molesting a child. The priest is innocent, of course, but in his struggle to prove his own innocence he discovers that the institution that he is a part of, the Church, is inherently corrupt, and the reason that everyone is so willing to label him as a s*x offender is because so many of his fellow priests are, indeed, perverts that take advantage of their own power to fulfill their perverse s*xual desires.”

“That’s a very interesting topic indeed,” said Vanessa. “I really like that you are not giving anyone any leeway, especially when you consider the fact that the church is a very powerful entity that can create problems for people that talk about it in a negative light.”