Day: September 24, 2021
Bare All by L.M. Allen
L.M. Allen has revealed the cover for Bare All!
Releasing November 4, 2021
The final book in the Lay Me Bare steamy romance trilogy, Bare All, is the ultimate tale of betrayal.
With a ghost from the past hell bent on revenge, Will and Eva are the targets of an elaborate plan designed to tear them apart.
History is set to repeat itself unless someone can break the cycle: Lust, love, loss, repeat. When hearts are made to be broken and secrets are only meant to be whispered on pillows, trust is a valuable commodity. But is the price too high?
To keep the past where it belongs they must both tread their own paths, face their own demons and wage their own wars. But will it be enough to bring them back together?
It is recommended that the series be read in order.
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Meet L.M. Allen
L M Allen lives in Northamptonshire, England with her husband, three kids and enough animals to fill a small zoo.
She loves the peace and quiet of the countryside but will hop on the train and take things up a gear in London whenever she gets the chance.
She is obsessed with romance, chocolate and dogs. Not necessarily in that order.
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One Eye by K.L. Savage
Title: One Eye
Series: Ruthless Kings MC: Atlantic City #3
Author: K.L. Savage
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/Organized Crime
Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Release Date: October 15, 2021
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I had her and I lost her.
That’s what pain and fear does to someone; they make someone run.
And Alicia ran far…
Taking my heart with her.
We agreed we both had things to work on, but to be honest, I didn’t know how to improve.
She did.
She fought for us. She got stronger. She did what she said.
I lied.
The truth is… I’m not the man she needs me to be.
And I don’t know how to be it.
I’m hideous. I’m a monster. My face is abnormal.
Who could love a man with one eye?
Who could love a man that’s… bad on the inside?
I’m a rotten soul.
But she turns this rotten soul into something more.
She gives me hope.
Until she dares to move on from me.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Make no mistake, she’s mine.
And she’s about to learn what happens when someone pisses off a beast.
They become the monster they were born to be.
But just as I have her, someone from her past comes looking for something that no longer exists.
Wedding bells ring in the distance.
And they aren’t mine.
No one marries her, but me.
I, object.
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K.L. Savage decided they were tired of looking for the kind
of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and
as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
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Resting Beach Face by Melanie Summers
Resting Beach Face
Melanie Summers
(Paradise Bay, #4)
Publication date: September 16th 2021
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
My favorite voice in the romantic comedy genre—clever, modern, and laugh-out-loud funny.” ~ New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Layne
Sweet, Sexy. Compelling. …a hilarious romantic comedy that will keep readers happily turning the pages.” ~ Chick Lit CaféMelanie Summers welcomes you back to Paradise Bay for a ridiculously romantic, laugh-out-loud tale of reluctant homecomings, lost loves, and second chances…
Yoga instructor, Hadley Jones, has loved Chase Williams since high school. Fifteen years later, she still does. And while he hasnt popped the question yet, she knows its only a matter of time. Little does Hadley know Chase has been busy making wedding plans—just not with her.
Heath Robinson left the Santa Valentina Islands the first chance he got. Hes about to pull together the biggest aeronautical merger in history when he gets a call that has him boarding a plane home. Now, instead of sipping whiskey sours with the big boys, hell be watching his bed-ridden mother sip from a juice box. His plan is to help her recover from her moped accident as quickly as possible so he can get back to his real life—hopefully before he runs into the girl who crushed his heart, Hadley Jones.
Will Hadley realize that Heath is the real man of her dreams? Will Heath forgive Hadley? Will his mum ever ride a moped again?
Find out in this delightfully funny tale of life coming full circle! Resting Beach Face is sure to leave you smiling…
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EXCERPT:
So, you know when youre in the shower or on a long drive and your mind starts to wander and you find yourself thinking about that moment when youll have a chance encounter with the person who tore your heart to shreds? Yeah, of all the ways I imagined this, not one time did I picture myself crawling under the door to a dressing booth, with three pairs of high-cut cotton knickers in my hand, no less.
I get down on all fours on the not-so-clean tile floor, then flatten out as though Im about to do one of those crawl-through-the-mud training exercises the army seems to like so much. A woman with a stroller happens to come out from behind a nearby clothing rack and gasps.
Oh no! This is not what it looks like. Im not some perv sneaking a look at women while they change,” I say quickly.
She purses her lips and does the one-eyebrow raise while pointing at the undies Im clutching.
These are for my mum,” I tell her, but I can see in her eyes, this woman has already made up her mind about me. And shes certain Im a total pervert.
Wait!” Hadley says. Is there a woman there? Maybe she could help me?”
Yes! Brilliant. I glance back up only to see the woman hightailing it out of here. Shes gone.”
Damn.”
I guess Im all youve got,” I tell her.
Author Bio:
Melanie Summers also writes steamy romance as MJ Summers.
Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.
In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally – then she’ll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for ‘K’ Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn’t require makeup and/or nylons).
Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she’s not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something–more like just staying until they turn the lights off.
She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.
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The Den of Sin by Eva Winners
Title: The Den of Sin
Author: Eva Winners
Genre: Russian Mafia Halloween Romance
Cover Design: EVE Graphic Design
Release Date: October 29, 2021
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Vasili Nikolaev.
Dangerous. Deadly. And most of all, devastating.
He’s the king of New Orleans.
Ruler of the Russian mafia and my best friend’s oldest, mouthwatering brother.
On Halloween night my last year in college, I gave him everything. My body. My heart. My soul.
He burned it all to the ground with the first ray of dawn.
Lessons learned. I’ve moved on. Now, five years later, I have a career I love, a boyfriend. But Vasili is back in my life again. A temptation I don’t need.
One thing is for certain. Nikolaev always settles the score.
He’ll destroy everything and everyone, including my boyfriend.
The question is… What is Vasili’s end game? Will he destroy me all over again or will I be the Phoenix rising from the ashes he left behind and take what I’ve always wanted? Him.
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“He turned his head and our eyes met, the untamed lust weaving through the air.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I blinked in confusion, wondering what was the matter when in the next instance, he shot across four lanes to take the exit. His tires screeched, taking a right and another left and he pulled over next to an empty building, right under the large weeping willow tree.
Glancing around, I scanned the area and all the while my pulse thundered in my ears.
“What are we doing here?” I questioned him, my heart beating hard under my chest.
The sound of a zipper inside of the car had me whipping my head his way and my mouth just about dropped. His big, thick cock sprung out of his pants and Vasili’s big hand wrapped around him.
“Y-you, are you,” I couldn’t compose a sentence. “What are you doing?” I asked in shock, my eyes locked on his hand movements. His ink decorated fingers looked so damn hot as he pumped up and down. I had never seen anything so sexy. I wanted to feel his hands on my throbbing, aching center.
“Jerking off,” he groaned, his eyes on me. Holy shit! My heart thundered under my rib cage and fire burned in my veins. I should be appalled, disgusted, angry, but the only thing I managed the energy for was to get turned on.
This sight of him jerking off was so damn erotic.
I forced my eyes away from his cock and up to his face. His hooded gaze burned with desire, the tension in his body visible.
The silence in the car, broken only by his soft grunts and the low tunes coming through his car stereo. This is making me alive.
The words of the song reflected exactly what I felt at this moment. The song “Feel it” by Michele Morrone would forever whisper of this night, of this man. Vasili made me feel alive.
I felt him on every inch of my skin and he wasn’t even touching me. My tongue swept over my lower lip, and I bit into it, preventing a whimper escaping through my lips.
“See what you do to me, Isabella,” he grunted. Oh my God, was my breathing labored or was that his? Or both of ours?
My pussy clenched with need and my eyes returned to his cock. His hand tugged on it, up and down; the glistening of cum at the tip of it tempting me to lick it. Holy shit, I might just orgasm from watching him jerk off.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” His groans filled the inside of his Lamborghini. “Are you wet, malyshka?” My head nodded without registering the meaning of his words. “Touch yourself.”
I couldn’t move, mesmerized by his cock and pre-cum glistening, running down his shaft. I could just lean over and taste him, or at least touch him. Finally, I lost my battle with temptation and my hand reached out to his hard cock, wrapping around his big hand.
“Do you know how many times I get myself off thinking about you?” His voice was tortured, the tension and need for the release steaming off his body.
I removed his hand and wrapped my small hand around his shaft. The moment my hand touched his shaft directly, a loud groan echoed in the car and vibrated straight to my core. It has been five years since I touched him, but it might as well have been yesterday. God help me, my hand remembered him.“
*****
Copyright © by Eva Winners, Winners Publishing LLC
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Eva Winners released her first novel Second Chance At Love in 2020 and has been writing feverishly ever since. She writes about everlasting romance for every century focusing on characters emotional development and always guarantees an HEA.
She loves yoga, wine and her kiddos. In her spare time, she seeks adventures either hiking through trails or exploring the beaches.
Writing books has always been her passion and she brings real life to the forefront in everything she writes about.
Deeply passionate characters and stories will draw you in and you’ll never want to leave.
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Until Love by May Gordon
Title: Until Love
A Happily Ever Alpha World Novel
Author: May Gordon
Publisher: Boom Factory Publishing, LLC
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: RBA Designs & May Gordon
Release Date: October 1, 2021
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Robert:
My life has been a rollercoaster ride, consisting of both wonderful and horrifying moments. I was a child when Nico found me, resulting in my adoption by a woman who raised me alongside the Mayson children. They became my best friends and life was good until tragedy struck and I ran off to join the military. When I came home, everyone welcomed me with open arms. I was at an all-time low, drowning in my dark thoughts, unsure how to go on, until love saved me.
Rose:
Being on the run with a small child hasn’t been easy. I thought we’d finally discovered our safe haven in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. A relationship was the last thing on my mind, then I met Robert Kent, a wounded hero inside and out. While I tried to resist him, doing so was impossible, as if something greater than ourselves wanted us together. Our respective pasts made us kindred souls. When mine comes for me, I pray we’re strong enough to survive it.
Until Love is part of the Aurora Rose Reynolds’s Happily Ever Alpha World. If you loved Until Sage, then you will want to read Until Love.
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Warning: Sweet, sexy and safe reads! Happily ever after guaranteed! This author writes what she likes to read. That means there will be instalove, OTT Heroes, and, brace yourselves, virgin characters at times. If none of those float your boat, you might want to find another book. If they do, you’re in the right place.
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Aurora Rose Reynolds and her husband, Sedaka Reynolds, created Boom Factory Publishing to use their experiences to expand and promote upcoming and existing indie authors.
With over five years in the industry, and millions of books sold worldwide, we know what it takes to become a successful author and we will use this knowledge to take our authors to the next level.
“As a successful hybrid author in this ever evolving industry, I know that you’re only as successful as the team that is promoting you!” – Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Masters of Restraint by Ines Johnson
Title: Masters of Restraint
Series: Her Masters #1
Author: Ines Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem
Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem
BDSM Romance
Release Date: September 21, 2021
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My new boss is good at giving orders. But his latest demand is NSFW. Especially when his two business partners want in on our deal.
My new boss
My boss’s boss
Their investor
These three are the last men I expect to meet at the BDSM club I go to with my girls to celebrate keeping my job after a hostile takeover of my company. But these dominant, sexy billionaires make it clear that my company is not the only thing they want to take over.
What 21st century, workaholic, career woman with a drawer full of BOBs and batteries would pass on three rugged alphas intent on scrutinizing her assets? But if anyone at work finds out about our NSFW activities, my reputation in the corporate world will be ruined. Worse, if any of the three of them discover I’m falling for them, they’ll drop me faster than a bad investment.
If you love steamy romance that packs heat as well as heart, then you’ll love the Her Masters series where a woman who thinks she knows what she wants will meet three men who give her exactly what she needs.
Lover of fairytales, folklore, and mythology, Ines Johnson spends her days reimagining the stories of old in a modern world. She writes books where damsels cause the distress, princesses wield swords, and moms save the world.
Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!
Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.
Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.
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Claire’s Lobster by Taylor K. Scott
Title: Claire’s Lobster
Author: Taylor K. Scott
Genre: Romantic Comedy Novella
Genre: Romantic Comedy Novella
Release Date: September 20, 2021
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A cheeky, age-gap, romantic comedy novella!
Edie
They say your twenties are a time of wild self-discovery, to blow caution to the wind and try everything; to figure out who you are and what you want. Alas, my first attempts to ‘blow caution’ and try something new led me head-first into motherhood and marriage. Self-discovery was replaced by self-sacrifice as I delved into a lukewarm marriage, gave up on my career goals, and dedicated my all to raising my beautiful daughter, Abi. And this is where I have stayed, right up until the dawn of my forties. Now I’m divorced, preparing my girl for university, and giving my ex-husband relationship advice.
Is this it? Waiting to bid adieu to my youth, my dreams, and tits that can stay up on their own? And what about sex? Will I have to rely on Netflix to see men with chiselled abs, who rate a woman’s sexual satisfaction as highly as their own? Do these men even exist outside of the realms of fiction? God, tell me there’s more…please?
Haden
They say your twenties are a time of wild self-discovery, to blow caution to the wind and try everything; to figure out who you are and what you want. Well, hell, I’m planning on doing exactly that until it’s time for me to exit this mortal coil. Why follow convention when I can make up my own rules? And why care about what everybody else thinks if you’re happy? My mum taught me life is short, while my dad taught me love is conditional, so I’m living for me.
Still, I can’t help thinking, is this it? Having no aspirations other than to be the pretty boy who works at Claire’s Lobster? To watch my father move on from one new wife to the next? To only connect with someone for the length of an unsatisfying rumble between the sheets? God, tell me there’s more…please?
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Chapter 1
Valentine’s Day
Edie
Once upon a time, Edie James, a short country girl from the South Coast, grew up and accidentally got pregnant by her first boyfriend. She married him, eventually got a job as a PA to a solicitor, had to juggle motherhood, being a wife, working full-time, all while not losing her mind at the same time. Fast forward through her twenties, most of her thirties, to where she is now, twiddling her thumbs at her desk, clock-watching so she can go home, break open a bottle of wine, a bar of Fruit and Nut, and wallow in self-pity. She will no doubt retire to bed at the embarrassing time of nine o’clock, knowing that it’s Valentine’s Day, she’s divorced, and still has an extra half a stone of excess weight to lose, all thanks to Christmas overeating. The bloody Celebrations tub got the better of her when she stupidly believed she could cut herself off after only three chocolates.
And now, Edie, you are talking about yourself in the third person; how much lower can you fall? Where did it all go so horribly wrong? I was meant to meet Prince Charming, be swept off my feet, and live in perpetual happiness and contentment. Instead, the passion fizzled out before my twenty-third birthday, after which we ambled along in comfortable monotony until we eventually came to a rather indistinguishable agreement to end our nuptials, shook hands, and parted ways. The only thing I can take away from my uneventful marriage is my beautiful, amazing, sometimes hormonal teenage daughter, Abi, who is more like a best friend than my child. And yes, people say you can’t be your child’s best friend, but those people are miserable types who belong in a Roald Dahl book as the lead villain.
Did I love Abi’s father? Truth be told, I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps like a pet dog who needed constant attention and reassurance, but like a Chris Hemsworth, rockstar of a man who could literally melt your knickers away with just one smirk? Probably not. We met at university, with him coming from one of the ‘posher’ schools in the area, whereas I came from a school which I had no complaints about but was considered to be at the arse-end of the education system.
Funnily enough, I still came out with better results than him, though I was never to mention this fact. He’d frequently joke that I had managed to marry up the social ladder by getting myself up the duff with his child. He’d then kiss my cheek; everyone would laugh, and I’d secretly picture myself clobbering him over the head with whatever was in reach and would cause the most damage. However, as much of an arsehole I’ve just painted him out to be, I liked Rich. In fact, we’re still friends…of sorts. We had a quick, agreeable divorce and decided to get along for Abi’s sake. He does like to question me on how to keep his current squeeze happy, which is a tad inappropriate, but I just put this down to him being socially retarded.
“Have you got those files for me, Edie?” Nicolas, my rather attractive boss asks with his signature smile and sexy silver hair styled to perfection. And yes, I did find him swoon-worthy and totally eligible for mid-morning sexual fantasies even before my divorce was finalised.
“Of course, Nicolas,” I reply sweetly, then grab hold of said files and proudly deliver them into his outstretched hands; the ones that are still tanned from his recent holiday to the Bahamas. “Is there anything else I can get for you? Tea? Coffee?” A pair of tightly fitted boxers to pose in?
“No, thank you, Edie, it’s almost time for you to go anyway,” he smiles with his brown eyes lingering on mine for a little longer than is normal between a boss and his PA. I feel my cheeks heating with a glow-in-the-dark hue and curse myself for being so obvious with my awkward attraction towards him.
“What is this?”
His serious expression and his gesturing over my desk which is devoid of any sentimental effects, bar my one picture of Abi from ten years ago, has me instantly frowning and secretly crapping myself. Perhaps he can tell that for the last half an hour I’ve been ignoring my recent team meeting notes and have, instead, been looking up how to get out of my mid-life funk.
“Er…?” I reply, no doubt looking like a gormless fish who has forgotten what its role in life is.
“No cards? No flowers?” he asks with theatrical abhorrence, causing me to look even more out of water than before. You’d think by the age of thirty-five years and fifty months old I’d no longer feel like I’m being chastised by my father, but with Nicolas, I always feel significantly unworthy before him. Not only is he taller, sexier, more confident, and ridiculously intelligent with a thick upper-crust accent, but he’s also ten years older than me. In my head, that makes him my superior in every sense of the word. I’m sure if he ordered me to, I’d chain myself up naked before him and let him take me in every which way he could. Being a man, of course, he is still considered fodder for much younger girls than me, ones who can wear lingerie without grimacing in front of the mirror because they’re in serious need of some Bio Oil and a stint at a weight-loss boot camp.
“Edie, it’s Valentine’s Day!” he chuckles, “Surely a single woman like you should have a number of admirers now that you’re no longer chained to someone who obviously didn’t deserve you?”
“Oh, I’m sure they’re just lining up around the street waiting for me to get home,” I joke with only a hint of disappointment behind those words. The reality is no other man on the planet would give a flying fig who Edie James is, let alone what her marital status has now become.
“I bet you’re right,” he nods with his customary wink, the ones more attractive people give in pity to those of us who are a good ‘average’ on the scale.
“And you, Nicolas? Are you out to wine and dine some Body Beautiful woman with legs up to her armpits?” I ask before I even have a chance to think about those words. Had I engaged my brain beforehand, I would like to think it would have warned me not to ask my boss such a personal question because it is beyond inappropriate and highly humiliating. He looks at me strangely, like I’ve just asked him to calculate some unsolvable equation wearing only his underwear. However, he then smiles when my eyes grow comically large over the epic mistake I’ve just made. “S-sorry, Nicolas, I shouldn’t have asked such a personal question.”
“Not at all! I asked you; it was fair game,” he replies, then looks awkwardly at his watch. “A rather bland business dinner, I’m afraid. No cards or flowers on the horizon for me tonight. Why don’t you get going early, it is Friday after all, and you don’t want to keep that line of admirers waiting for too long, do you?”
“No, guess not,” I reply in barely more than a whisper. “Thank you, Nicolas. Have a good weekend.”
“You too, Edie,” he smiles and looks at me for a few intense moments before finally walking back to his office and closing the door.
Thank God it’s February, and I’m likely to get a healthy gust of wind to blow away my lust-filled heat. That man should only be let out for special occasions, preferably naked and ready to blow away the cobwebs from downstairs.
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You’d think, being a writer, I would find this an easy feat, but talking about myself always leaves me a little stumped. So, I beg for your forgiveness when I attempt to give you a little bit of waffle about me. I’m a mother, wife, and primary school teacher, who has found a passion for reading and writing. It’s become so addictive I no longer watch TV, instead, I get lost in alternative realities and frequently lie awake in the middle of the night with random ideas for what to put my characters through next. Music is often my muse, but I also love to include real life experiences in my books. I want people to be able to relate to my characters and to know that they’re not the only ones to go through certain difficulties, anxieties, or embarrassing situations. I like to think my stories are different from one another, some being romantic comedies while others are full of suspense. Hopefully, you’ll agree and will enjoy getting lost inside of my head for a while. My serving suggestion is to indulge with a side dish of something sweet, something comfy, and where possible, a golden retriever to curl up next to.
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SAY YES TO THE BOSS by Olivia Hayle
My billionaire boss is the absolute last person I’d marry.
Until a deal with the devil forces me down the aisle…
ready to say yes to the boss.
I once compared Victor St. Clair to Satan, but that’s unkind.
Even the devil treats his demons better than St. Clair treats me.
I know his schedule by heart. He can’t remember my first name.
So when he calls me into his office, I’m expecting another rant.
Instead he says he needs to get married to inherit the St. Clair fortune.
Oh, and the kicker? He wants to marry me. His assistant.
A one-year marriage of convenience to the boss I hate.
It means living with Victor’s dark stares and silences for a full year.
But it’s also a chance to quit my job and start my own business.
He’s a jerk, but he’s also a respected businessman. How hard can it be?
Answer: very. Because there’s more to Victor than I thought.
Things beyond learning his lunch orders and sending company memos.
And while the man is cold, his kisses are hot enough to consume us both.
He drove me crazy at work. Now he drives me crazy in bed.
But craziest of all is… I might get used to being Mrs. St. Clair.
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Olivia is a twenty-something hopeless romantic who loves billionaires heroes despite never having met one. Taking matters into her own hands, she creates them on the page instead. Stern, charming, cold or brooding, so far she’s never met a (fictional) billionaire she didn’t like.
A voracious reader of romance, Olivia picked up the pen a few years back and what followed was a love affair of her own. Now she spends her days grinning at the steamy banter she’s writing or swooning at happily-ever-afters. Or, to be frank, struggling with writing about herself in third person for the purposes of marketing.
She’s been writing contemporary romance novels since 2018.
They’re all exclusively available on Amazon and enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.
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