Author Name: Angela Claire
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Real pumpkins!
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Featured Book Title: Tempting the CEO
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Blurb:
Never mix business with one night of playful, sizzling pleasure…
If lawyer Angie O’Hare needed another reason to hate New York City, this would be it. Locked out of her room and stranded in the hallway. Wearing only a towel. Lovely. But then, rescue arrives–in the form of the wickedly hot, funny guy in the penthouse next door. Angie is so relieved that she ignores her usual buzz-kill tendencies, and agrees to have a drink with Mr. Sexy Salvation…
But things don’t stop at just a drink. Or even a hot make-out session.
Cue one night of hot, ultra-x-rated sexy time. No names. No personal information. And the next morning, Angie sneaks out, returning to her prim-and-proper life, every hair in place. But New York City isn’t done with Angie yet. Because her meeting that morning is with CEO Jed Worth… whose bed she did everything but sleep in last night! And Jed isn’t the sort of man to take “conflict of interest” as an answer…
Excerpt:
It was Gorgeous Guy, in yet another well-tailored suit, gray pinstripes this time, all red-power-tie and everything. He looked perfectly well rested, even though he’d been rocking my world all night, and I sported near-bruises beneath my eyes to show how I’d spent the time in his bed. Bob, with his apparent insensitivity to the emotions of others, completely failed to notice the immediate current of recognition between us, sitting down at the head of the negotiating table as his usual flurry of associates and underlings came in to assume their positions.
Jed–I knew he couldn’t be a Fred–recovered first.
“Angelina, is it? Pleased to meet you.” He grinned and pulled a chair out for me and I sat, opening my briefcase and calmly gathering my drafts as he took the seat next to me.
“Jed, you’re over here, next to me,” Bob said, indicating a chair, and his client gave him a look that reminded him he was the client without having to say it. “Or you could stay right there. That’s fine.” Blowhard Bob backed down.
Jed Worth. I scrambled to remember what my secretary had printed out for my background files about the CEO of Worth Industries. All I could recall, though, was that he was a little younger than thirty-five, a lot richer than any guy had a right to be, and a hell of a lot smarter than me or Bob or anybody else in this room for sure. He had taken a dwindling fortune inherited from his grandfather and turned it into a modern conglomerate, computers mostly, but what they liked to call adaptable these days. Jed Worth was one smart cookie.
But who knew he was so sexy? Why the hell hadn’t that been in the bio information? Or maybe, like, a picture of him?
I organized my papers in the appropriate order, last drafts first, and took out a blank pad, resolutely determined to ignore the complete and total awkwardness of the situation. See, this was why I never did hookups. That morning-after thing, possibly exacerbated by the “he turns out to be the client on the other side” thing.
His breath against my cheek brought with it a kind of a stress flashback to him moving above me and inside me, but I realized he was only leaning forward to hand me a pencil.
“This rolled off the table,” he said innocently.
I took the pencil without looking at him.
“So you do things the old-fashioned way, do you, Angelina? May I call you Angelina?”
I ignored the request to use my first name–the big faker–and concentrated on the old-fashioned comment. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Pencil and paper.”
I glanced at him.
“No typing your notes into a tablet?” he continued with a nod of his head toward the troop of young associates who were doing just that.
“No. And they’re probably just surfing the internet so they don’t have to listen to Bob.”
Author Bio:
As a teen, Angela Claire worked in a graveyard, mowing the strips of lawn around the gravestones and darting anxious glances toward the mausoleum in case something untoward should appear. She didn’t have to dig any graves though and was content in the knowledge that this would be the worst job she would ever have. Unfortunately, she later went on to practice law. Once free of that horror, she turned to writing. Her stories always include a sassy heroine because she doesn’t know any other way to write them and a hero who’s to die for. When she isn’t writing, she’d rather be. She has published 20 books with Entangled, Siren Bookstrand and Ellora’s Cave.
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I enjoy real pumpkins as well and a few other gourds added in. Thanks for sharing such a great excerpt. Loved the line on taking notes.
I like decorating my place and work desk with small pumpkins; they are so cute.