R ~ So, I twisted Doris' arm again. (well Okay, I said I was sending my grandson a drum set if she didn't come up with the goods)
I know she's a busy lady. but hey, I wanted her and her executive *wink* to come and visit me.
Oh and to give my grandson a cuddle...well and chocolate...
So she agreed of course...(she really doesn't want the drumkit)
D~ Hellooo, it's me again. Yes, I'm a bit like the buses
at the minute. The lovely Raven allowed me to take over her blog again to tell
you about my latest release. (okay she likes to think she blckmailed me, but hey she knows I don't want a drumkit)
R~She might not but I bet I know who does. Anyway...
*Drool*
Unleash your naughty
side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant anthology…
These sizzling hot
stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job
interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office
furniture—these twelves stories have it all.
Our bestselling authors
are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way
again!
Has that got you intrigued?
How about this little blurb for my story The Takeover:
Takeovers always cause chaos, never more so when the
friend you've been secretively lusting after for months, chooses that day to
suddenly notice you, and then promptly gets himself sacked.
Maybe it's the formal wear the new CEO insists on, but
Shane seems like a different man, and Emma's long pent up desires threaten to
get her into as much trouble as Shane seems to have landed himself in.
As secrets unlock and office politics come into play,
is there a happy ending for Shane and Emma, or will this takeover end with a
broken heart?
Fancy a little
excerpt?
"Here, let me.
How do you get yourself into these pickles, titch?"
Shane Nevin's deep
tenor stopped her fumbling, and a shiver of anticipation went down her spine,
dampening her knickers like it always did. Em suppressed another sigh, and
smiled up at Shane as she did her best not to swoon
Shane, too, had
dressed up for the occasion, and the three-piece suit just emphasized every
inch of his six foot three ruggedly masculine frame. If she didn't know better
Em would have thought that suit was tailor-made. However, Shane was just a lowly office worker
like herself, so unless he'd suddenly won the lottery, then he must have just
struck lucky when he got that suit off the peg.
"Nice
suit," Emma said, and inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Nice suit? That's right up there with I
carried a watermelon, for frick's sake.
Could I think of anything more stupid to say to him?
Shane simply smiled
at her comment, reached around her to open the door for her, and grasped one of
the trays out of her hand.
"Here, let me help
you. Queen bitch made you get the coffees again, I see, as well as made you
finish that report, I bet."
Emma almost missed a
step at the steely annoyance behind those clipped words, tempered as they were
with a smile directed at her. And not just any smile. This was a pure
drop-your-knickers-in-an-instant smile of male appreciation that made Emma feel
rather lightheaded. She'd seen him use that dimpled grin with devastating
effect in meetings with suppliers that meant they dropped everything to
accommodate him, but she'd never been at the receiving end of it. Neither had
he ever run his gaze over her body with such heated intensity that the fine
hair on her arms rose to attention, and her nipples beaded into shameless
beacons of lust. Em knew she would have to lose her now sodden knickers, as her
body responded to this man's charisma with a gush of wetness between her
thighs. Jesus, that smile was lethal, and set off an almost painful wave of
arousal and feminine need in her core that left Emma breathlessly staring up at
him.
"I could say the
same to you, by the way." Shane winked at her, and Emma blinked as the
spell was broken.
"What?"
she asked.
Shane laughed and
swept one large hand through the air in front of her.
"Your attire,
Em. Nice suit. Who knew you were hiding such a great pair of pins, not to
mention…" His gaze dropped briefly to her boobs, where her nipples were
still practically waving red flags to draw attention to themselves, and he
grinned again, and ran a hand through his hair. The action made a strand of his
light brown hair fall across his forehead and her fingers itched to brush it
back for him. It had a natural wave to it that could have made him look boyish.
Coupled with the angular jaw, covered in designer stubble, the strong slash of
a nose, and his intense crystal blue gaze, it just enhanced his raw masculinity
and sex appeal, however.
Emma laughed
nervously and somehow managed to keep on walking. Shane hit the button for the
lift to carry them up to the executive offices, and she risked another glance
up at him from under her lashes. He wasn't looking at her. Just stood waiting
for the lift to finally get back to them, and he stepped a bit closer to her
when the space behind them filled with more office workers. His spicy scent
wrapped itself around her senses, and she inhaled sharply as the doors slid
open. Heat raced up her arm when Shane grasped her elbow and steered her into
the far corner of the lift. The high rise building was home to many firms, and
the lift soon filled to capacity. Shane braced his hand behind her on the wall,
to stop from being pushed further into her. With the two trays the only barrier
between them, Emma's mouth went dry when she looked up to find him watching
her.
"Yes, well,
orders from above and all that. Must please the new CEO. I heard he's a tough
old coot."
A curious smile
flitted across Shane's features at her husky reply and Emma shut her eyes and
bashed her head back against the mirrored wall. What was with that porn star
voice she'd seemed to have adopted? Shane would think her a right simpleton.
Her stomach tightened
in need and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud, when she
sensed rather than saw him dip his head. Gooseflesh broke out across the
sensitive skin under her ear as his hot breath skittered across it.
"Anything for
the CEO, is it, titch?"
The silly name
sounded like a lover's caress. He'd adopted the moniker for her within hours of
their first meeting, because she'd struggled to hang the Christmas decorations
on the high ceiling of their part of the open plan office. Instead of grating
on her nerves, like it usually did when he brought attention to their height
difference, it simply turned her on. Thanks to her heels she came up to his
shoulder, rather than his chest, and it wouldn't take much for him to kiss her.
Her eyes flew open
and heat crept into her face at the decidedly unprofessional turn her thoughts
were taking. They were in a lift for fuck's sake, in full view of everyone
else, and this was Shane. They were friends, and besides, even if they weren't,
he was completely and utterly out of her league. A man like him could have any
woman he wanted, and he frequently did. Lord knew Emma had fielded enough
annoyed women's phone calls on a Monday morning, when she'd answered his phone.
He never played the field in the office, but Shane clearly enjoyed a healthy
sex life outside of it, and why shouldn't he? It was only natural after all.
Emma might have taken a seeming vow of abstinence worthy of any nun, but that
didn't mean other people did. She knew that, and she fervently squashed that
annoying little voice in her ear, that proclaimed she'd only sworn off men
since Shane's arrival. Ever since he'd held that ladder for her—a mere four
months ago—and Em had irrevocably fallen in lust at first sight, no other man
had passed muster. Not that she had been particularly active in that
department, but Emma used to have fun. She frowned at the direction her
thoughts were taking, and slammed the door shut on them. No good would come of
it. She was so not going to dwell on how easy it would be to allow herself to
fall in love with the man towering over. Lust was one thing, love… therein lay
nothing but heartache. She wrenched her gaze up to Shane's face, and all
conscious thought fled her befuddled brain.
Emma had no idea what
had changed between them, but there was no mistaking the blatant lust in
Shane's eyes as he smiled down at her, and she held her breath when he dipped
his head again and whispered his next words.
"What if the old
coot is neither old nor a coot, and wants to do all sorts of dirty things to
you, that he should have no business thinking, let alone acting on? Then what
will you do?"
*****
Hmm, what will she do, do you
think…? I will say this… the new CEO is a tad errr demanding.
*sniggers*
Executive Assistant is available
from Evernight
Publishing. For all other buy links, please check here.
Have a great day, folks, and stay
naughty!
Love
D x
Thanks, Raven, and you know what will happen if you send me that drum kit! :-P
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