Mixing business and pleasure is never a good idea. Or is it?
Find out in Slave to Love by Julie A Richman
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Blurb
There are risks to mixing business with pleasure...
IF A MAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, HE'S A STUD.
He was a royal prick.
The night we met, he ignored me.
Then Mr. Big Shot CEO grabbed my ass in a business meeting.
My boss just loaned me out to this guy.
Now, we’re working on a major project together.
And our chemistry is dangerous.
Combustible.
If I allow it to ignite, I’ll risk losing that promotion.
Worse, what if I lose myself in him?
IF A WOMAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, SHE'S A SLUT.
From the moment I saw her I knew she was trouble.
It was the combination of her fresh face, smart mouth and nipples that seemed to know my name.
This woman could satisfy my needs both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
But there was more to it than that.
I wanted her.
Really wanted her.
And I was in the position to change the course of her life.
But I’ve got secrets, secrets that could destroy her.
And either make her mine or drive her away forever.
4.5 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane
Yes, my handcuffs are golden and they come with stock options, a 401(k), oodles of frequent flyer miles and hotel points and an Admiral's Club membership at the airport. I wear my handcuffs 24/7.
And I have no freaking idea where the key is.
Can I tell you how much I loved this book? There is nothing better than a sexy, witty, angsty read. This one checks off all the boxes!
Sierra Stone is the best at her job. She works for * and is one of the two top performers in her company. Her style sets her apart-short skirts, Christian Louboutin pumps and bright colors to match her bright personality. She's one chick who enjoys her sexuality but has no need to use it to advance her career. But she can't help but be snarky. She may not need to use her sex appeal in the corporate world, but she sure isn't blind to the way men look at her.
Sierra Stone is the best at her job. She works for * and is one of the two top performers in her company. Her style sets her apart-short skirts, Christian Louboutin pumps and bright colors to match her bright personality. She's one chick who enjoys her sexuality but has no need to use it to advance her career. But she can't help but be snarky. She may not need to use her sex appeal in the corporate world, but she sure isn't blind to the way men look at her.
I catch him and he pretends to look at my necklace, a gold mermaid, just grazing my cleavage.
On my way out of the elevator, I lean over and whisper to Nerd Boy #1, "Great necklace, isn't it? Would be better if it were pearl."
I hear him choke as I exit. Schwing.
Her boss Kemp Mccoy is on the fast track to get promoted and she is hoping to back fill his position when that happens. Her coworker and nemisis, Susan Smith is equally determined to get that same position. They divide up their territories by states-she has most of the west coast and Susan New York and the east coast.
Kemp has just given them a promotion when he fired a rogue employee who enjoyed pulling waitresses onto her lap and making her clients embarrassingly uncomfortable. But then Kemp drops a bombshell-the darling of the tech world-Hale Lundstrom, is interested in using their services. Having the owner of SpaceCloud would be quite the coup for this team. When the three of them meet with him, he gives Sierra the cold shoulder. But he is as attracted to her as she is to him. Shame his business is in New York-Susan's territory and not hers. This move will only increase Susan's sales numbers and if Kemp is promoted, Susan may end up with his job and not Sierra.
I'm fucked. Totally and positively fucked. And it's this handsome man who has acted like I'm invisible that has caused my corporate demise.
But it seems she's made an impression on Hale. Since the story is in both POV's we get to read his every thought about Sierra. Oh he wants her, does he ever! He has no idea how to handle her-she's feisty, gorgeous and so talented. He doesn't just want her to work for him.
I'm really not quite sure what to do with her. She's not like the women I date. She's not like the women I fuck. Yeah, I have women in my company, just not in my inner circle. So, I'm not sure how to balance having a close work confidante that I want to bang.
So damn bad.
But one thing Sierra won't do-regardless of how attracted she is to a man. She won't get involved with a co-worker. She's worked too hard for too long to throw it all away when things spiral. But when these two are together sparks fly, tongues wag and clothes may seem a little too tight.
"I have never crossed the line in business. Men can do it. Women can't. When men do it, they get an "atta" boy. Women get labeled as sluts and never taken seriously again from a business perspective. I've worked really hard to get where I am."
So they begin their little cat and mouse game. Having Sierra work on Hale's secret project in Austin gives him the excuse to use her talents instead of Susan's. He knows she's a born leader and he has no doubt she can handle whatever he throws her way, but he is also falling for her personally.
But like most heroes in these stories, Hale has secrets. Secrets that could drive Sierra away.
"Who was that?" he sounds stunned.
"Her name is Sierra Stone," I explain.
"We're working on a project tegether."
Finally, he turns to me. "She looks like Maggie."
"I hadn't noticed." And I hadn't. But now that he's said it, everything hurts. My head is throbbing, my heart aches.
Hale's a guy and guys cross the line between what is appropriate and what isn't. But to give the poor man some credit, Sierra makes his head spin.
"It wasn't my intent to offend you or disrespect you and I totally understand why you feel the way you do. I had no right to be touching you. You didn't give me that permission and I way overstepped my bounds by taking something you didn't give me."
Gotta love a man who admits when he screws up.
If they can just make it until this project is over they will be free to indulge in their feelings. (on every surface, wall, bed, countertop, where ever) Both are so tempted to just say the hell with it and give in to temptation.
His smile is so damn sexy and I know my nipples are now straining to be released from their tank top prison. Let us go, bitch.
There is tons of intrigue and drama and some heart stopping angst.
For one brief, shining moment I'd actually let myself dream a new dream. The man and the career. But that dream was merely a fantasy.
I devoured this book from the first page to the last. I loved the characters, and the stomach plummeting moments and the witty banter. I would be lolled into thinking finally these two will get their acts together, but then some obstacle (or hoochie mama) would come along and mess it up. And did I mention that I loved the epilogue?
Slave to Love: Chapter One
By Julie A. Richman
© 2015 Julie A. Richman
I am a slave. Seriously, I am. My shackles may not be what you’re envisioning, as unfortunately, they are not crafted from leather with a hot, sexy dominant on the other end, flogger in hand. But they are trendy and cool and golden. Yes, my handcuffs are golden and they come with stock options, a 401(k), oodles of frequent flyer miles and hotel points and an Admiral’s Club membership at the airport. I wear my handcuffs 24/7.
And I have no freaking idea where the key is.
*****
Eight-twenty A.M. and I already need an effing shower. Ugh. Running late for an eight-thirty A.M. meeting. I thought a cab ride would be the answer and certainly cooler and quicker than walking, or God forbid, taking the dreaded subway on a sweltering Manhattan morning. But no. I emerge from the cab, with my now translucent white silk blouse pretending it’s a soggy second skin gearing up for our fabulous win in today’s “Who’s Got the Perkiest Nipples” contest. Shoot me. Just shoot me.
As I slide sideways into an elevator, the doors already half closed, I have the distinct honor of joining two techy nerd boys returning from their eight-fifteen A.M. smoke. Lucky me. The unkempt duo reek of cigarettes, yet I can’t decide which is worse, that, or the stench of their general shoddy hygiene and filthy jeans. Nerd Boy #1 is enjoying my transparent, wet tank blouse and my not-shy nipples. I catch him and he pretends to look at my necklace, a gold mermaid, just grazing my cleavage.
The door opens on my floor. Eight twenty-six. I’m not late yet. On my way out of the elevator, I lean over and whisper to Nerd Boy #1, “Great necklace, isn’t it. Would be better if it were pearl.”
I hear him choke as I exit. Schwing.
Excerpt
I’m really not quite sure what to do with her. She’s not like the women I date. She’s not like the women I fuck. Yeah, I have women in my company, just not in my inner circle. So, I’m not sure how to balance having a close work confidante that I want to bang. So damn bad.
Would it be a bad thing to keep her in the conference room after dismissing the rest of the team, lock the doors, pick her up and seat her on the edge of the conference room table. Feel her melt into my hand as I run my fingertips down the front of her silk tank top. When she shivers, twist her taunting nipples until they harden, then stop and listen to her moan. Would that lost animal sound be coming from what I was doing to her or because I stopped? I wouldn’t wait to find out as I pushed her underwear aside, and harden even more, the moment I feel her wetness. Using her slick juices to moisten her clit, I’d finger her until she is gasping for air and reaching for me. I’d let just her nails and the tips of her finger graze my hard cock as I hang just out of reach. I would totally get off knowing that it is her need to grab me, making her wilder, and that crazed instinctual desire in her eyes would have me titanium hard. I need to be buried deep inside her.
I know my face is portraying a practiced and perfected look of deep concentration when my VP of Product Development asks for the second time, “Can we get the go-ahead on that, Hale?”
Shaking my head and drawing my brows together, “Give me your full brief in writing.” I act as if there’s something bothering me in what he presented, when in actuality I’m just buying time because I didn’t hear a word he said.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestseller Julie A. Richman is the author of the highly acclaimed NEEDING MOORE SERIES trilogy (SEARCHING FOR MOORE, MOORE TO LOSE & MOORE THAN FOREVER), BAD SON RISING & HENRY'S END. Saddled with the affliction of serious wanderlust, Julie can often be found behind a camera lens in locales from Paris to Alaska.
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