SYNOPSIS:A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint... His office temptation is now his full-blown fantasy... Paying down her sister's debts has left personal assistant Emma Strickland with little more than the thrift store suit on her back. And as if the suckfest couldn't get worse, she's forced to get a second job as a waitress to support herself and her cat. At a strip club. Her uptight, sexy-as-hell boss Brody Kane can never find out. Texas property tycoon Brody Kane hired Emma for her spreadsheet skills, but her prim and proper demeanor sealed the deal. There's no room in his life for a sexy distraction...and yet, he can't stop lusting after the delicious Ms. Strickland. But then he takes an important client to a Chicago strip club and gets the worst lap dance in adult entertainment history. From Emma. Now that he knows his office good girl has a naughty streak, Brody makes it his mission to uncover her secrets, one illicit, over-the-desk encounter at a time. But Emma is hiding more than her side job, and her final secret could end up destroying them both.
REVIEW by Michele:
We got a little taste of Brody in Even the Score and I was
ready to meet him and Ms. Strickland. This was a fun story to read and get
captured in. We meet Emma as Ms. Strickland Brody’s assistant. As the story progresses we get introduced to
Emma who happens to have a wild side to her. Brody is pure alpha male who once
he admits to himself he wants Emma doesn’t turn back and is determined to keep
her. I absolutely loved this book. The romance between the two of them was
great, the sex was hot and they had me laughing. I would recommend this book to
others and look forward to reading the next one.
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Excerpt“Mr. Ka—uh, Brody?”she asked tentatively. “Are you okay?”The sound came again,this time louder, and now that she was close, there was no doubt that it wasBrody. Only he was definitely not hurt.A groan disturbed the air. Full-throated, pleasure-tinged, threading an invisible line of need to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. A throb started up there, a sweet ache—oh God, there he went again. A deep, shuddering moan.She turned away from the door, moving her back to greet the wall. Needing its support tokeep her upright.He was jerking off in the shower.Oh. My. “Wow,” she whispered.Acknowledging the fact tightened her nipples painfully. The pulse between her legs beatfaster and joined the rhythm of her pounding heart. Instinctively, she moved her hand over her chest, seeking calm, but now that she had her hand on her breast, the action had a sensuous effect. Stroking her aching nipple produced short-term relief and a deep-seated need for more.She dropped her hand like her breast was forbidden country. She couldn’t do that. Not here with her boss next door.Her boss next door under a steamy spray with his big, rough hand stroking that monstercock.Leave this room now. Forget what you heard.Her feet seemed incapable of following her brain’s instructions. This was ridiculous. Sheshook her head, giving herself a mental shake, and stepped toward the door.“Uh-uh-mmmm-a.”She stilled. Surely that was her imagination. Surely he had not just said her name. With that big hand wrapped around that big—“Oh, Christ, Emma.”She slumped against the wall, boneless, paralyzed at what she’d heard. Once might havebeen an accident, twice was the stuff of fantasies. His, apparently.Hers, definitely.Maybe it was a different Emma. Maybe he was fantasizing about his favorite Jane Austen
novel. Right. Sure there had been odd moments in the office when she glanced up and foundhim staring at her from behind those sexy rims with an intense regard that made her sextighten in need. But then he would look away as if it meant nothing.However, things had changed. Lines had been hazed beyond recognition. She knew what he felt like inside her, how his beautiful cock was crafted to fill her emptiness. He had made hercome hard, and last night, her dreams had been steamy and filled with him. She awokesweating, humping her hand, her entire body on fire with want. Now he was using her in his fantasy. So flattering.And arousing.Unbearably arousing.His next groan sounded louder, the shower tile’s amplification conspiring to crank up herown craving. What would he do if she walked in there, threw open the glass door, and
stepped inside? Fell to her knees and took him in her mouth?She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doingsomething so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!It was useless. The ache between her legs wouldn’t be soothed by damn Kegels. She shouldleave and down a quart of ice water. Douse it over her flaming skin.But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead she pressed the heel of her hand against the part of her that begged for a salve. Yes. Better. Just a few rubs outside the boxers she had borrowed to ease the ache. Brody’s boxers, the thought of which merely hiked her desire. A couple of
seconds of naughty indulgence, but damn…they were damp. And no touch had ever felt so
good.No touch but his.
Author Info
Originally from Ireland, Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there.
Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong
heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
a Rafflecopter giveawayWebsite: http://katemeader.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkatemeader Twitter: https://twitter.com/KittyMeader GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6551743.Kate_Meader
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