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One month.
One job.
One opportunity of a lifetime.
As a real estate broker in New York City, my life primarily consists of my work.
I've been on the hunt for new clients, so when Julian Bishop, the CEO of Bishop Hotels, offers me the exclusive contract to sell all twelve residential units in his newest luxury hotel, I jump at the chance.
The one condition is that if I can't find a buyer for the most expensive unit within thirty days, I'm out and another broker takes over.
I need to ignore the fact that Julian and I have been dancing around our mutual attraction for more than a year. I can't focus on his chiseled jaw, his ocean blue eyes or what's under his three-piece suits.
This is my once in a lifetime shot to make a mark on the Manhattan real estate market.
I'm determined to concentrate on the job Julian hired me to do, but when he starts appearing around every corner, the line between business and pleasure blurs.
His past won't let him go.
My future is in question.
I want it all, but I may end up with nothing at all.
Today I found out he’s my new billionaire boss.
My neighbor could win an award for being the rudest man in New York City.
It wouldn’t kill him to hold the elevator for me when I’m running late.
He also plays music way too loud, entertains a lot, and is constantly knocking on my door for no good reason.
Whenever I do answer, I tell him to get lost.
His response is always the same – his signature smirk and a wink.
He tosses me a goddamn wink because he knows he’s that good-looking.
Last night, he had a party.
I’m all for having fun, but when it dragged on past midnight, I went next door and asked the arrogant jerk to tone it down.
He offered me a drink and told me to lighten up.
Lighten up?
I did what any woman who needed to sleep would do. I called the police, hoping they could get him to shut up.
It worked… until this morning.
I just arrived for my first day at my new job.
It might also be my last because I just caught sight of my ridiculously handsome boss, and this time, he’s not wearing handcuffs.
Exercise is supposed to strengthen the body and clear the mind, right?
Wrong.
When I’m looking across the gym at a half-naked Smith Booth, it’s hard to focus on anything but his gorgeous face, piercing brown eyes and the way the sweat travels down his abs to his….
I can’t.
If I didn’t already know Smith, I’d think he’s the hottest man on the planet, but we have a past.
It’s not checkered. We didn’t have a sordid affair that ruined anyone’s life.
He stole the only thing that ever mattered to me.
Forgiving him is not an option. Apparently, avoiding him at my favorite gym isn’t either.
I can hold a grudge forever, can’t I?
I just wish my pulse didn’t race every single time he looks my way.
*Author’s Note: Although a few characters from my past books make appearances in SWEAT, it’s not necessary to read any of my other books to enjoy SWEAT.
My twenty-fifth birthday was just like the twenty-four before it.
I stood next to my identical twin sister as we blew out the candles on our shared birthday cake.
She wished for a healthy new baby to add to the family she already has with her husband.
I wished for my parents to stop asking me why I wasn’t more like my twin.
When I get back to Manhattan after my birthday trip, a surprise is waiting for me.
A tall, gorgeous, tattooed stranger is in my apartment.
Did I mention he’s naked?
He says it’s not a big deal. I say it is a BIG deal, if you know what I mean.
I assume he’s here to see my roommate, but apparently I’m wrong since she left town while I was away.
Sebastian Wolf is my new roommate.
I’m tempted to throw him out after the first day, but I agree to give him another chance.
When I start to wish for more, I discover that my new roommate isn’t the man I thought he was.
Author’s Note: Although some characters from my previous books appear in WISH, you don’t have to read those to enjoy this swoon-worthy standalone romance!
Asking for a friend.
I found something that belongs to Keats Morgan, the notorious bad boy sports agent.
So I do the right thing.
I return it.
You’d think the man would be happy to have it back.
He’s not.
Instead, he proceeds to fire his assistant right in front of me.
He looks to me to step in as a replacement, but I want nothing to do with the jerk.
Keats is gorgeous and charming as hell. It’s his arrogant attitude that makes me turn around and almost walk out the door. The problem?
I desperately need a job. Any job.
And Keats is offering me an incredible one.I agree to his terms before I realize there’s a catch, and it’s a big one.
Author’s Note: This standalone novel features a gorgeous boss and the assistant who turns his upside-down world right side up. Toss in a cute sidekick named Dudley, a trio of professional baseball players, and a twisty road to a happy ending. You’re in for a swoony read with a dash of heart.
Liam Wolf should come with a warning.
The man is all kinds of hot.
He’s nailed down the tall, tattooed, gorgeous-as-sin look.
I shouldn’t be swooning over him.
He’s in my floral shop to order a bouquet for the woman of his dreams.
I swallow the bitter taste of envy and design a to die for arrangement.
I offer to deliver the flowers personally because I’m a glutton for punishment.
The delivery should go off without a hitch.
It doesn’t.
I end up at Liam’s office with the bouquet in one hand and a no thank you note from his ex-girlfriend in the other.
I walk away. Liam follows me.
What blooms between us is based on a rebound.
We agree to a simple no-strings-attached fling, but I soon discover that nothing in Liam’s world is simple.
My job is to uncover all of his dirty little secrets.
Kavan Bane is painfully private, grumpy as hell, and an enigma.
He spends his time looking down at Manhattan from inside his palatial penthouse.
Most people view him as a cold-hearted bastard.
I see him as a ticket to the promotion I’ve always wanted.
When my boss tells me that I’ve been handpicked to interview the sinfully sexy billionaire, I jump at the chance.
Mr. Bane may be cruel, stubborn, and notoriously secretive, but that doesn’t stop me.
I’m a woman on a mission.
All I have to do is get the facts and report them.
It should be easy, but nothing in Mr. Bane’s world is simple.
I quickly discover how hard I have to work to uncover the truth and how determined Kavan is to keep it buried forever.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that the bride-to-be is me.
Graham Locke is cocky, condescending, and looks sinfully sexy wrapped in a thousand dollar suit.
He’s also a nightmare to work for.
When he sends me a text message asking me to meet him because he’s getting married, I laugh out loud.
Who would marry him?
It turns out I do. I literally marry my boss.
It’s not for love. I can’t say it’s entirely for money, but that does factor into my decision to become Mrs. Locke for ninety days.
Three months will fly by, right?
Wrong.
Within twenty four hours, I’m counting the seconds until I can go back to being Trina Shaw.
I persevere because I’m not one to give up even though I seriously consider it.
It doesn’t take long before I discover that my husband isn’t the man I thought he was.
The secrets he keeps hidden close to his heart may end up breaking mine.
I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
When I moved into this apartment, I knew I'd get used to the noisy tenant across the hall, the broken air conditioner, and the squeaky floors.
I didn't think I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It’s innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors.
That’s when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night staring at me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it.
I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?
A new sexy standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon.
Roman Hawthorne is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has a jawline that is so sharp it could cut glass. He’s my dream guy on paper but let’s just say Roman is arrogant with a capital A.
When I meet him in a bar on a random Tuesday, I think I’ll never see him again.
But I do.
Every time I show up at that bar, Roman is there with his perfectly styled hair, dark brown eyes, and megawatt smile.
I don’t give him my number, but that doesn’t stop him.
Roman flirts from afar - sending me daisies and secret hidden messages that are impossible to resist.
I admit that he’s charming-as-hell, but I’m in all-work, limited fun mode since I just landed my dream job.
In other words, I intend to limit all of my fun to Roman and my bed.
But our uncomplicated connection soon takes a turn in a direction neither of us saw coming.
Subject: The Dick
Hey Sinclair,
Mr. Calvetti is as ornery as ever today.
He scolded me for taking a message from a woman who asked me to pass along this to him – “your lips are the purest form of pleasure this side of the Mississippi!”
She may not be a poet, but she is obviously head over heels for him, so I thought I’d play cupid and give him the message.
Dominick (The Dick) Calvetti told me once again to ignore all messages women leave for him.
He’s a cruel bastard with a gorgeous face and rock hard abs. I imagine he has those. He’s 6’3” and works out every morning. He has to be built under those suits, right? I know that the nickname I gave him is based on his attitude, but I sometimes wonder if it “fits” in other ways if you know what I mean. Even if it does, I still loathe him. He’s the worst boss on both sides of the Mississippi.
I attached a picture of the lingerie I bought for my date tonight. I snapped a selfie in the mirror this morning since you were still asleep.
Let me know what you think, roomie.
Arietta xoxo
P.S. Tomorrow we’re getting you a new phone. I miss texting. Emailing is for old people like The Dick.
Subject: Re: The Dick
Miss Voss,
Thank you for your email.
I hardly think 34 is considered old, and for the record, I’m 6’4”.
Details matter. Sending an email to the intended recipient matters more, especially when you include a sensitive image exposing so much of your body.
Also, cancel your date, as you will now be working late tonight.
And report to my office. Immediately.
Signed,
THE DICK
“XOXO”
He’s rude, insensitive, and cold as ice.
After he crashes into me on a snowy night, I vow that I’ll do everything in my power to avoid him for the rest of my life.
That lasts a day.
When I realize that I’ll be forced to spend more time with him, I try to make nice.
Calder wants to get naughty.
That will never happen.
I don’t care that he’s gorgeous and could light up all of Manhattan with his brilliant smile. I haven’t thought twice about the way he looks at me.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t fall for a man until I made every one of my dreams come true, but what if those dreams are already my reality?
Author’s Note: This novella is as naughty as it is nice. If you’re looking for a holiday-themed read with a bit of heat, this book is for you. I hope it puts a smile on your face and sparks a little magic in your heart.
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