La mission d'Elizabeth était de séduire son boss, puis de l'humilier... pas de tomber amoureuse de lui ! Leur passion résistera-t-elle aux secrets et aux mensonges ?

Elizabeth rêve de devenir une grande actrice et de conquérir Hollywood... Mais en attendant de connaître la gloire et de fouler les tapis rouges, elle travaille pour une petite agence, aux pratiques douteuses, qui l'envoie régulièrement animer des fêtes privées déguisée en clown ou en éléphant...

Jusqu'au jour où on lui propose un rôle inhabituel, au parfum de soufre : se faire passer, pendant une semaine, pour la secrétaire sexy d'un important homme d'affaires, et finir par le piéger devant tous ses collègues, lors de la grande soirée de l'entreprise, en lui dédiant une lap dance torride !

Après avoir hésité, Elizabeth suit les conseils de Lacey, sa meilleure amie, et accepte cette étrange mission. Elle ne se doute pas un seul instant qu'elle s'apprête à jouer les assistantes pour un homme terriblement attirant, au charme ravageur, objet de tous les fantasmes et toutes les convoitises. Un homme qui fait aussi l'objet d'inquiétantes rumeurs...

Dans ce jeu de rôles brûlant où passion, manigances et mensonges se conjuguent au quotidien, Elizabeth ne sait bientôt plus à qui se fier. Saura-t-elle mener à bien sa mission, sans perdre son âme ni briser son cœur ?




Le style

De conversations osées en scènes sensuelles, ce roman au ton vif fait la part belle au sexe, toujours avec humour, mais sans tabou. L'auteur revisite avec beaucoup d'originalité le scénario brûlant du coup de foudre au bureau...

“Go on a date,” she said. “You’ll love it,” she said. She was wrong!

It had been one year, two months and seventeen days since my last date. So my best friend Abby decided to sign me up for a dating app. She guaranteed that she could get me the best date of my life within one week. I didn’t really want to do it, but I figured what did I have to lose?

Turns out that I had:

1. $500

2. My dignity

3. My patience and

4. My innocence to lose

OK, so I didn’t really have my innocence to lose, but believe you me, Jack Morrison was my worst date ever. And I’ve been on a lot of bad dates. Trust me when I say that that was the longest ten hours and 33 minutes of my life. I never wanted to see or speak to him again.

But it turns out you don’t always get what you want in life, because Jack showed up the very next day at a family gathering I was attending as a fake plus one. As you can imagine that was a real pickle, Jack wanted to know why I went on a date with him when I’m dating someone else. But he can’t know the whole complicated truth of the matter. I’m in a fake relationship and now I’m being blackmailed by the worst date ever.

That’s not even the worst part. I decided to log onto this new app called “confession board” to seek some advice, but it turns out Jack Morrison is absolutely everywhere and he’s not going to leave me alone until I submit to his demands.

Arya Waterstone never thought she’d be a single mom—especially not to her sister’s child. But now that her irresponsible sister has run off with a rodeo cowboy, she has taken responsibility for her adorable niece, Eloise. When she showed up at Horseshoe Ranch hoping to find Eloise’s father, she never expected to meet a wonderful family like the Hamiltons. Or their third son, Chet.

Chet Hamilton is as obnoxious as he is handsome. A tall, gorgeous man who is annoyingly charming and bossy. When he tries to stop her from getting a job at a local bar, Arya knows she has to leave the ranch and get her own place. She doesn’t want to leave the comfort of Horseshoe Ranch, but she doesn’t need the complications that she knows Chet Hamilton will bring to her life—even if he is determined to flirt his way into her good graces.

To My New Boss,

You are an asshole. Maybe I will even call you a boss hole. We’ve never even officially met because you sent your executive assistant to give me a list of “to-do’s” because you’re worried all of your lower assistants will “fall for you and make a pass.” You could only wish I would make a pass. You would be so lucky as to even catch a glimpse of my fine ass. In fact, why don’t kiss it instead, jerk.

Also, no I’m not taking a vocabulary or algebra test. Just because you’re the CEO doesn’t give you the right to be pompous and arrogant. And frankly I saw that photo of you in the newspaper last year; are you cousins with the yeti? Not a good look.

You can keep your $25 an hour. My self respect is worth more than that. And no I’m not interested in any of your other offers.

Marcia “I have self respect” Lucas

P.S. Never in a Million Years

I never intended to actually send the email. I’m not crazy. It was just a way to vent. I actually did need the money way too much to go off on my boss. Only when I went into office the next day, there was a note on my desk. It read, “A million years is up. See me in my office.”

My dad was right, my mouth would eventually get me into trouble. Only he had no idea just had bad the trouble was going to be.

To The Guy at The Coffee Shop,

I did not intend to give you my phone number. I was actually waiting on several dates to show up; don't ask, it's a long story. I certainly didn't need to slip my number into your pastry bag just so I could attempt to catch you. I don't even know who you are, and I don't care. I found you to be extremely impertinent at the coffee shop. Who interrupts someone else's date to tell their own anecdotes and stories? Especially when that someone else is a stranger. Just because we had a five-minute verbal sparring match, it doesn't mean we actually know each other. No, I have zero interest in getting dating advice from you. And I certainly have no interest in learning the art of flirtatious touch. Are you out of your mind? All I can say is please stop sending me daily dating tips. Maybe work on not being a cocky ass before you try to help others.

Now Leave Me Alone,

Lilian

P.S. Please Lose This Number

To my tent mate,

I am only going to say this once. I am not interested in you. I will not be sharing a sleeping bag with you. I will not be asking you to

keep me warm with your 'hot body'. Who calls their own body

hot by the way? I will not be doing a belly dance for you in the middle of the night and I definitely won’t be making you hot chocolate. You’ll be lucky if I even alert you to a bear, so don’t push your luck. I’m going to be 100% honest with you. I’m not interested and have no desire to see you again after this trip.

Yours Unsincerely,

Susie

P.S. Not if you were the last man on earth

They say that no good deed goes unpunished and they are surely right.

I agreed to go on a camping trip with my best friend and her new boyfriend, Finn, but I never agreed to share a tent with Finn's best friend, Brody.

Brody is a pompous full of himself jock. He thinks he rules the world because he's some hot shot baseball player, but the jokes on him because I don't even watch sports. I just need to get past this weekend without killing him and then I never have to deal with his arrogant ass again.

An enemies to lovers boss romance

During the day, I work for Dylan McAllister, the hunky billionaire who became CEO of his own company at thirty. He may be one of the hottest men I’ve ever met in my life, but he’s also the boss from hell. He has dazzling blue eyes that pierce your soul and freeze your heart. And he’s a known womanizer.

I call him AB to my friends—Asshole Boss. He’s grumpy, demanding, and rude. And that’s on a good day. He’s definitely the worst boss ever.

The only reason I’m still his secretary is because I have debt up to my eyeballs thanks to student loans and an ex that conned me into letting him use my credit cards. I’m counting down the days until I can quit and tell him to get his own coffee and lobster rolls. My calendar says that between both my jobs, I only need to work for him for three more months.

You see, Mr. McAllister has no idea that his “mousey little secretary” has a night job just so I can quit as soon as possible.

That is, until I end up at a bachelor party for his brother.

And then the real drama begins … because Mr. McAllister can’t seem to get over the fact that his boring secretary also pops out of cakes.

Il veut la soumettre à ses désirs.Une seule règle : du sexe sans sentiments...
Lacey cédera-t-elle au fascinant billionaire ?

Depuis toute petite, Lacey aime écrire. Romantique et passionnée, elle passe ses journées à rédiger des histoires érotiques dans lesquelles elle laisse libre cours à ses fantasmes. Pour gagner sa vie, Lacey est serveuse dans des réceptions privées. Un soir, elle découvre avec stupeur que son nouveau client n'est autre que le richissime Henry James, un homme arrogant, mais follement séduisant, qu'elle a déjà rencontré quelques mois plus tôt, et qui depuis l'obsède.

Grâce à son immense fortune, le charismatique Henry obtient toujours tout ce qu'il veut, quand il le veut. Or cette fois, l'irrésistible homme d'affaires désire Lacey, dans son lit, sans limite... et surtout sans sentiments ! Juste du sexe. Cette proposition sulfureuse bouleverse la jeune femme : elle qui a toujours rêvé du grand amour, est-elle prête à se plier au jeu brûlant d'Henry ? En s'adonnant corps et âme aux plaisirs sensuels, ne risque-t-elle pas de se brûler les ailes ?




L'écriture

Avec un style vif et plein d'humour, l'auteur relate les aventures torrides de deux personnages que tout semble opposer. Discussions osées, amour et sexe sans tabou sont au programme, pour un roman toujours plus sexy.

Cowboys make the best friends, but can they also make the best boyfriends?

Wyatt Hamilton has been my best friend since we were in diapers. He is the yin to my yang, and we’ve always been inseparable. But now I’m trying to break away. I’m ready to find a man who thinks of me as more than his best friend. I’m looking for a boyfriend—heck, a husband! And I’m not going to find him if Wyatt Hamilton is always hanging around me like an overprotective big brother.

He considers me his favorite cowgirl, but I’m looking for a man who wants to make me his woman. But Wyatt isn’t getting the hint that I need my space. I’m doing everything in my power to ensure that he sees that I’m now a woman. Even if that means that we can’t be in each other’s lives as much anymore.

But I never expected him to react in the way that he did. I never expected to find out that my best friend wasn’t just a cowboy, but a confident, sexy alpha male as well.

Au gars impoli de l'appartement cinq,

Je suis contente que tu sois heureux d'avoir emménagé dans un nouvel appartement, mais non :

Je ne veux pas prendre une bière avec toi.

Je ne veux pas faire une soirée pyjama à poil.

Je ne veux pas te préparer le petit-déjeuner, le déjeuner ou le dîner, et peu importe le nombre de lap dance que tu me promets.

Je n'ai pas besoin que tu me fasses la sérénade à travers les murs à 1 heure du matin.

Et non, je n'ai pas envie que tu m’emmènes à un rendez-vous.

Sincèrement,

Magnolia Allen

P.S. Et non, je ne veux pas savoir toutes les façons que tu as de grogner pendant les moments intimes. Comment est-ce que ça peut même exister ?

P. P. S. Aussi, tu ne me trouveras plus jamais nue dans ton salon.

Alors s'il te plaît, arrête de laisser des paquets de lingerie sur mon paillasson.