Another GORGEOUS cover from the talented Sotia Lazu 🙂
Edits are going well, and it’s time to share this beautiful cover. I’m planning a release date in July, so watch this space for news.
Kate’s having the birthday from hell. A sadistic boss and rumors of a corporate takeover threatening her handpicked team are bad enough, but then her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. In a monsoon.
A one-night stand with the delicious Jordan Merrill is probably not her best idea, but it’s far more appealing than room service and pay-per-view. Like Cinderella, she runs away from the best night of her life, but instead of leaving a glass slipper, she drops her business card.
Like Prince Charming, Jordan isn’t satisfied with just one night, though he and Kate live hundreds of miles apart.
Kate’s worked hard to reach her senior management position, and she knows a long-distance relationship is impossible, even if she falls in love with Jordan. He wants to promise her a happily ever after, but is she ready to throw away her career for him?
This should be available for pre-order by the end of June. And to whet your appetite, here’s a little teaser 🙂
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She was the hottest woman I’d ever seen. Was it the way her sheer top clung to the lacy bra underneath, putting every curve on show? Or how her dark eyes flashed fury when she noticed me staring?
“Yes?” she snapped. Code for what-the-fuck-d’you-think-you’re-doing?
I felt scorched from the blast. And intrigued. Her short, dark hair wasn’t just slicked back; it was wet. It dripped onto the blouse, making it transparent.
I dragged my gaze back to her face. The sharp cheekbones gave her a haughty appearance, and she looked out of place in the modern hotel lobby. I could imagine her as an Earl’s daughter, in a BBC period drama, elegant and unfazed by whatever had befallen her, as she ordered her servants around.
Good manners nudged me to ask if I could help, but before I wrestled my voice under control, she slapped the counter.
“I need to speak to your supervisor.” A quiver ran down her spine when she addressed the hotel receptionist, and I realized she was shivering. It was raining hard at the moment, but she looked as though someone had dumped a pail of water over her.
The girl behind the counter scuttled away, and the woman sagged. I shrugged out of my suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “You probably need this more than I do.”
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