Employee of the Month by +Tracey Rogers Genre(s): Contemporary Romance Digital ISBN: 9781940744414 Length: Category Publication Date: September 15, 2014 Price: $4.50 Add to Goodreads TBR Blurb Some rules are made to be broken… Rule number 1: No touching Rule number 2: No kissing Rule number 3: Never, ever, fall in love Holly Wilder finds some of those rules pretty difficult to follow during her boss’s visits to present the Employee of the Month award. A relationship between them is prohibited, and even if it wasn’t, Holly has no intention of ever falling in love again. But that doesn’t stop her from craving Max’s touch. Hotel owner Max Lazzari never expected to break his own rules, especially when they are so important to him. But sexy employee Holly is too hard to resist. Their no-strings, secret arrangement fits in perfectly with his no-commitment plan. A plan to ensure that no woman will ever again have the opportunity to hurt him. Sizzling nights together mean Holly and Max start looking forward to the monthly visits more and more. Until they are both brought down to earth with a bump—a pregnancy one! Will rule breaking lead to broken hearts? Content Warning: contains sensual sex and some strong language Buy links: AmazonUK | Amazon.com | Barnes&Noble | Beachwalk Press Excerpt Holly carried a tray holding freshly ground coffee. The plush carpeted corridor absorbed the tension in her legs as she headed to Max Lazzari’s office. Dragging air deep into her lungs, she inhaled the aroma of coffee, allowing it to invigorate her senses. Must be professional, she reminded her lust-filled brain, though her body’s reactions were refusing to comply. Balancing the tray on one of her not quite controlled arms, Holly sucked in a breath before knocking on the door. “Come in.” His deep tone made her tray wobble. She watched with wide eyes as the coffee almost sloshed over the rim of the cup, then watched how the ripples of liquid aftershock mirrored the way her insides felt. Complete turmoil. She opened the door and looked at the man with his dark head dipped to the computer screen. “Your coffee, Mr. Lazzari.” The door fell closed behind her. Her brow furrowed when she spotted the full coffee pot plugged into the machine behind him. His keen green eyes, hooded beneath long lashes, were lifted up at her. She carried the tray over to set it on the desk. “I believe you wanted to speak to me about an upcoming function. Which function would that be?” He rose, startling her. Her shaky fingers still gripped the tray, but now her hold whitened her knuckles. The cup rattled. “This one,” his husky voice said. With a grin he took her chin in his hand and captured her mouth with his. He dropped his hand, bracing both of them on the desk to kiss her more thoroughly, more deeply. Holly allowed arousal to cascade through her, absorbing the softness and skill of his lips as he teased and swept, offering her the taste she’d been craving. She lifted her hand to thread her fingers through the dark hair at his nape. God, she’d been waiting for this. Arching closer, her thighs dug hard into the desk edge. She tilted her head, inviting him deeper. If her darned pencil skirt wasn’t so tight she’d have crawled over the desk by now. She heard a soft groan. Hers. “Missed me?” Max chuckled as he gave her his now familiar lopsided grin. The one she held in her memory to help her through the weeks. “I did,” she confirmed, frowning as she mourned the loss of his lips. “There was an extra day in this month.” She rested her palms over his jaw, covering the dimples in his tanned cheeks. She liked the feel of his smooth, clean shaven skin, the warmth against her needy hands. “But you broke the rules, Mr. Lazzari. Absolutely no touching at work, remember?” Author Bio Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very attractive accessory. A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and I refuse to leave. I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a page. I hope I can sweep you away too. You can find me here: Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Google+ | Goodreads | StreetTeam
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Faking it never felt so good. Wedding photographer and romance lover Izzy Latham dreams of finding her own happily-ever-after. When her former teenage crush arrives at her doorstep, looking sexier than ever, and asks to marry her, it should be her dream come true, right? Wrong. It turns out he doesn't want to actually marry her—he only wants to pretend to marry her. Marriage hater Jack Carter will do anything to close his latest business deal, including finding a wife. The only person who can help him is his childhood friend, Izzy. Except Izzy isn't a little girl anymore. She's definitely all woman, and there's an attraction between them that's hard to ignore. Jack has to convince Izzy to fake it, but the problem is that she hates to lie. However, she can't deny her feelings for him either. So when Jack makes her an offer she can't refuse, she reluctantly agrees to help him out. Faking it is the easy part. But what happens when fake starts to feel so real? Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language Excerpt: "Let me work off the money," Izzy said. She felt Jack's gaze rake over her body, watched the clench of his jaw. "And how are you planning to work it off, Isabel?" he almost growled. "Is that what all of this is about?" he asked as his hand made an indicating sweep over her body. "Dress to impress so you can pay me in kind?" "Oh God, no," she spluttered. "This is me showing you I'm not the weak, naïve girl I used to be and I won't be pushed around!" The hard glint in his eyes softened slightly. "You were never weak. Naïve…" He trailed off. "So how exactly were you planning to pay me back?" "Working here for you for free until I pay you back. I could collect glasses, work the bar, or clean." "And you have experience in any of those roles?" "No. But I could learn." "But what about the house repairs?" She shrugged. "I could do that during the daytime and work here at night. Then when I'm earning again from my day job I'll pay you back." "And what exactly is your day job?" "I'm a photographer. I could even do that here. Take photographs of the patrons and sell them for you." "You work freelance?” "I have my own business." She hesitated before elaborating. "As a wedding photographer," she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't snag the teasing opportunity. Too late. The corner of his mouth quirked until it bloomed until a grin. "A wedding photographer. How appropriate. I knew playing dress-up with your mother's veil and having teddy bears as your guests would have an influence on you one day." "You mean like wanting to have a traditional wedding where the groom doesn't have to bribe the bride? Yeah, my childhood messed me up real bad," she said with sarcasm. "You're not working here, Izzy. And this conversation is over." "No, it's not. I'm giving you a solution to paying off what I owe. I'll work off the amount Ellie paid for our debts and the rest you get from her. So when do I start?" "You are not working here." "Why?" "Do you really want to have some guy groping you as you serve drinks? Or a group of guys? I run a tight ship and look out for my staff, but sometimes it happens." "I can look after myself. I have been groped before, you know. I can deal with it." He slid his chair closer, bending his legs so hers surrounded him without touching, but close, very close. He looked up at her under dark lashes. "So if some guy puts a hand on your leg you wouldn’t mind?" She shook her head. "And if that hand strayed beneath your dress?" he asked as his hand reached out to graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her shudder. She shook her head slowly, earning a dark look. Of course she would mind. But this was Jack. He stood abruptly, stepping into the v of her thighs. "And if a guy tried to kiss you?" "I have been kissed before, remember?" she said, inwardly cringing at how breathless she sounded. "I remember being a boy kissing you as a girl. If I were to kiss you now I wouldn’t be holding back and I wouldn’t be kissing you as a boy—I’d be kissing you as a man." "Then do it," she demanded. Buy Links: Beachwalk Press Amazon Barnes & Noble About the Author: A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to leave. I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. Author Links: Site Twitter Facebook |
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