Elle surprised me in this book. From previous reviews I was expecting something different. Elle knows what she wants and enjoys sex in a way she can't get on her own. Her job interview is not what she expected, but once it started she is in her element. Cunningham, Jonathan and Nolan seem to have...
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Even though I was free to hold onto his luxury SUV as long as I wanted, I wasn’t comfortable with that. Corbin was, by his own admission, a killer. There was a $2 million bounty for his capture. And I was a bounty hunter. Yes, he’d saved my life, but that excuse to look the other way would only...
Apple pie, chocolate cake, a banana split that looked nothing like what the kitchen sent out. “Every dessert served with a smile!” was printed under each photo. On the last page, someone had drawn a stick figure dangling from a noose. “Still waitin’?” the waitress asked as she shoved a pen behind...
Maybe he’d been trying to get in touch with me all this time. “You couldn’t tell the phone was dead? I had to—” “I know about the phone. I’m referring to the note I left, asking you to meet me.” “What note?” I asked. He frowned, confused by my confusion. “The note you took from the cabin. You sho...
Especially with a reflective blanket of snow stretched in every direction. I eased my car into a parking space and stepped out, squinting against the glare. The one-story brick building that housed Stroop Finders was dark, quiet. I carefully picked my way over the packed snow and ice, then waited...
Swing by my blog for the latest news, to join the mailing list or to contact me.http://cleopeitsche.wordpress.com/ Please visit your favorite online bookstore for these and many other stories. Every winter, Cunningham and Jonathan fly the company to Aspen for a week of snow and fun. Elle’s never...
He’d wandered away, thank goodness. Both of her banks had been “unable” to authorize a transaction over five hundred dollars, so she’d had to split her section of the bill in half. It had been utterly humiliating. Then she saw him through a closed set of glass doors. He was heading toward her, mo...
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Because the garment’s cut is so perfect, the dress isn’t as unflattering as I feared. With sexier shoes, it might even be a keeper. “Maybe I can work from home,” I say as I get onto the elevator with all six men—my bosses and the clones. It’s uncomfortable, having a small army going around with m...
The dry cleaner tells me his wife already sent out my clothes. “But she was gone ten minutes later,” I argue. “Doesn’t change the fact that they’re gone,” he says. “When will they be back?” “Tomorrow at noon. It should be on your claim check along with our hours. I’m sorry for the inconvenience...
Jonathan said as he handed Elle an envelope with her name scrawled across the front. Elle turned the envelope over. So this was it. Now she had to go on the trip … no pretending she didn’t get her tickets. When she realized that Jonathan was watching her, his handsome face confused, she plastere...
There’s that fucking bitch who panicked when she saw me. Then she realized that while she was standing there in shock, she’d broken the cardinal rule: she was staring at him. And everyone had noticed. “I’ll get right on that,...
The very words struck fear into Elle’s heart. She stood across from the grandiose building, clutching the glittering purse that Jonathan, one of her bosses, had given her earlier that day. Her hair and makeup were professionally done, and the long, shimmering red dress clung to her curves exactly...
She'd spent the last few hours in the longest, most boring meeting ever, and that was saying a lot. Who would have imagined that pitching ad campaigns could be so tedious? In five minutes, Cunningham would be back in his office, and she needed to be half-naked and in position. Elle washed her han...
I’m not allowed to remove my clothing. I lie there, thinking that pillows were invented for a reason. The three men line up, shoulder to shoulder. The wild look in Slade’s eyes and his quick breathing aren’t half as revealing as the obscene erection trying to rip through his pants. I remember how...
Swing by my blog for the latest news, to join the mailing list or to contact me.http://cleopeitsche.wordpress.com/ Please visit your favorite online bookstore for these and many other stories. Leanna needs the tall, athletic bag boy at her local grocery store. A university student with a charmin...
As if Thomas’s lack of response wasn’t hard enough on her ego, she hated the way she looked in a bikini. Or, at least, in this bikini. It was brand new, purchased the year before at an end-of-season sale. She always washed new clothing before wearing it; she must have accidentally sent the swimsu...
Of course, she had no idea what the exchange rate was. For all she knew, it might have only cost fifty cents. She also wasn’t completely sure what flavor she’d ordered. Cherry, she’d thought, but she’d gotten four scoops of something white. Apparently her high school Spanish, in which she’d got...
Darius was perfectly outlined above him. But still, Koenraad didn’t charge. A feeling of unease was taking hold of him. But why? The reason sprang vividly to the front of his mind: Monroe. It didn’t make sense. She was his mate, and she was in danger from Victoria. That was the main reason the...
I’m finishing a grilled sandwich that we bought in a trendy bar downtown. Slade pulls over. While we wait, he tells me stories from what he calls his “misspent youth.” When I push him, he mentions names. Pop stars, rock stars, supermodels. I can’t decide if I should be jealous or impressed. It oc...
His muscular body was tense with coiled energy, like a tiger frustrated and caged, unable to chase its prey. “We never imagined this would happen,” he said, turning to look down into her eyes. “We’re going to fix this.”The other two men agreed.Spreading her hands on the table, Maisie considered w...
The graceful sign hanging from a post said Lattimore Meadows. The name sounded like a McMansion subdivision, but this was the real thing. Old money. Real power. A horse grazing in a nearby field raised its head as they slowly drove past. It was a be...
The client loved her work. The word “genius” had been bandied about, and while she knew that was an exaggeration, she soaked up the enthusiastic praise. This was the first large ad design project she’d directed on her own. She’d fought hard for the responsibility, and all the late nights and hou...
I push away from my desk and stand, tucking my crisp white shirt into the waistband of my tight navy blue skirt. If I had known that I’d be in trouble today, I would have worn something prettier… more feminine and innocent. Still, this outfit was good enough to sign one new client in the morning ...