THIS KIND OF BUSINESS CAN ONLY BE PERSONAL
Sage Reese lives for her job. More precisely, she lives for her debonair boss, Parker Andersen. Sage handles everything for Parker, even as she fantasizes about the one thing that isn't in her job description: him. But when a high-stakes account crosses the line from shady to deadly, a tough cop starts giving Sage the attention she wishes Parker would . . .
Detective Dean Ryker couldn't be more different from Parker. While Parker wears expensive suits like a second skin and drives a BMW, Ryker's uniform is leather jackets and jeans . . . and his ride of choice is a Harley. While Parker's sexiness is a reserved, slow burn, Ryker is completely upfront about what-and who-he's after. And Sage tops his list.
Now, as Ryker digs deeper into the dark side of Parker's business, Sage finds herself caught between two men: the one she's always wanted-and the one who makes her feel wanted like never before . . .
About the Author:
A native of St. Louis, Missouri, Tiffany Snow earned degrees in Education and History from the University of Missouri-Columbia, before launching a career in Information Technology. After over a decade in IT, she switched careers to what she always dreamed of doing - writing. Tiffany is the author of romantic suspense novels such as the Kathleen Turner Series, which includes No Turning Back, Turn to Me and Turning Point. Since she's drawn to character-driven books herself, that's what she loves to write, and the guy always gets his girl. She feeds her love of books with avid reading, yet she manages to spare time and considerable affection for trivia, eighties hair bands, the St. Louis Cardinals, and Elvis. She and her husband have two daughters and one dog.
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“So…Sage, was it?” he asked.
I eyed him suspiciously, tapping the nameplate that sat on the counter rather than answer him.
“Sage Reese,” he read. “Executive Administrative Assistant.”
“You can read,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I was worried you’d have trouble with the big words.” If Ryker didn’t like Parker, and it seemed pretty clear he didn’t, chances were I wasn’t going to like him either.
He grinned at me despite my sass and he had an honest-to-God dimple in his cheek. His teeth were perfectly straight and white, his smile drastically altering the hard expression on his face to one of sexy mischief. I momentarily lost my train of thought.
Ryker leaned down like he was going to tell me a secret. The aroma of leather and something musky drifted in the air and I caught myself taking a deep whiff of it.
“I know what you’re doing after work,” he said.
I looked at him in confusion. “What?”
“You’re having dinner with me.”
This was the absolute last thing I expected him to say. I gaped at him.
Ryker reached toward me and my breath caught. His fingers brushed the fabric of the scarf tied around my throat. I was frozen in place, my eyes wide as I looked up at him and my pulse racing. I felt the softest touch of the back of his knuckles against my jaw, then he was reaching past me to snag a couple of peanut M&Ms from the little candy dish on my desk for when I absolutely had to have a bite of chocolate. Tossing them in his mouth, he grinned again, the knowing look in his eyes telling me he knew exactly how he was affecting me.
“Pick you up at six,” he said with a wink, and then he was gone, striding toward the elevators, his jeans and leather jacket utterly out of place in the sea of suits and business attire. But you would have thought he was a model wearing the latest from Armani by the way he walked.
When he got to the elevator, it dinged as though it already knew he was coming. He’d slid his sunglasses back on and he turned before he stepped inside. I was still staring at him and he caught me at it, another knowing grin spreading across his face before he disappeared from my view.
“Wow. Who was that?”
I turned around to see Megan, my friend and fellow secretary. She worked for a group of analysts who reported to Parker.
Sliding her glasses up her nose, she turned to me. “Seriously. Please tell me he was interviewing and starts work tomorrow.”
I laughed. Megan was an incongruous package. She was tiny, barely five foot, with curly blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and thick glasses—a stereotypical sweet, shy type. She was sweet, that much was true, but she had a biting wit and an irreverent humor that made her a favorite with nearly everyone there at KLP.
“Sorry,” I said with an exaggerated sigh. “He already has a job.”
“As a movie star, right?”
“He’s a detective,” I said with a grin. “And I think I have a date with him tonight.”
I shrugged. “He asked me out.” I thought for a second. “Actually, he didn’t ask. He just told me I was going to dinner with him.” Which should have ticked me off, but instead I found to be kind of…sexy.