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About the author:
Amelia loves summer sunshine, the scent of a new book, and her husband.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“As I was saying, it’s clear to me that you need a way to release some of your nervous energy.” As he speaks, he stands and comes around the desk, then kneels next to my chair so he can whisper into my ear. “I can assist you with that.”
“You can?” The heat of his breath on the sensitive spot just below my earlobe is driving me wild.
“Of course. You didn’t think I came here just to micromanage your boss, did you?”
I can’t speak. I shake my head.
“You’re right. I didn’t. I came here because there’s something about you, Ms. Schaffer, something about you that makes me want to do all kinds of filthy things to you.”
This is on another level. My entire body stiffens, but he places his hand on mine and strokes gently.
“Let’s make an arrangement.”
I match his whispered tone. “What kind of arrangement?”
“You give yourself to me, completely, for thirty minutes, every day at 5:00. And I’ll make it worth your time.”
Goose bumps cover my skin from my head to my toes.
He’s not finished.
“Everything between us will take place in this office, during our scheduled meetings. Forget the party—that was just an impulse we both surrendered to. From here on out, there are no strings. No attachments. One month, and it’s over.”
The timeframe coincides perfectly with the release of the second issue.
The truth—the ugly, shameful truth that I’ll never admit to out loud—is that I’m starting to crack under the stress of being so goddamn perfect every day, in every way. But something has to give.
It might as well be my insistence on staying far away from Jax Hunter. My track record on that has been less than stellar anyway.
So I don’t hesitate.
“Okay,” I breathe, my hands tightening on the arms of the chair. “One month.”
“Are you entirely sure?”
“Yes.”
“Good. We’ll begin tomorrow.”
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