I’m not the kind of man who would normally even consider blurring the lines
between landlord and tenant or boss and employee, but Summer is a walking
temptation. Neurotic and obsessive-as-hell when it comes to work details, sure,
but a damn cute-without-knowing-it temptation nevertheless.
She’s been a good tenant and an even better worker. Plus, she doesn’t simper or
throw herself at me like a lot of women who find out my net worth. I’ve
grown…fond of her, oddly enough.
But if she drags my ass out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about
work one more time…
* * *
The man’s a saint.
Not only did Jason hire me for the greatest project I’ve ever run point on, but
he also let me move into an amazing loft in his building as an extravagant
job-relocation perk. Sure, he can be a grouch when I accidentally wake him up
to go over the project, but he’s still a saint nevertheless.
He’s been a fantastic boss and a surprisingly protective landlord. But…when did
his shoulders get that wide? And why is that growling voice of his making me
all weak in the knees lately?
And is it still considered morning wood if it happens in the middle of the
night…or something more?
discovered her local library would let her borrow whatever kind of books she
wanted…probably far younger than she should’ve started.
Possessive and protective alpha heroes have long been Sasha’s biggest weakness.
Reading and writing about them, especially when there’s a feisty heroine
involved, has resulted in her staying up many a night over the years.
You’ll usually find Sasha out and about spoiling her many dogs, or trying to
perfect the world’s greatest mac & cheese recipe (and tirelessly
taste-testing practice runs in that pursuit), or hosting outdoor fajita nights
for her friends as often as she can.
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