Category: Romance Publisher: Desert Breeze Publishing, Inc.
ISBN-10: 16125204870
Pages: 170
Copyright: June 1, 2011
ISBN-13: 9781612520483
The perfect office romance with suspenseful elements.
Temp to Permanent
Manufacturer: Toni Noel
ISBN: 978-1-61252-048-3
Length: Plus Novel
Category: Suspense
Rating: Sensual
Photography/Artwork: Jenifer Ranieri
Release Date: June 1, 2011
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Because Carina Carrington equates happiness with success, she owns a thriving business and a nonexistent sex life. To replace her ailing secretary the temp agency sends Greg Lawless, a secretive temp without credentials who possesses exceptional office skills and a voice that curls Carina's toes.
With this temp comes temptation, and Carina's problems multiply. Her strong attraction to Greg leaves her in breathless confusion. Her longing for his hard body interferes with her work, but he determinedly keeps her on track.
She seeks advice from her support team -- her best friends and her mother -- who advise her to pursue Greg with a vengeance, the identical path her heart wants to pursue. Under this pressure Greg succumbs and shares her bed.
Then Carina learns someone, perhaps even Greg, seeks to destroy her company. Torn between her belief in his innocence, and he's likely guilt, Carina tells Greg she's terminating him, but Greg convinces her to give him twenty-four hours to find her saboteur and prove his innocence. Can he?
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Because Carina Carrington equates happiness with success, she owns a thriving business and a nonexistent sex life. To replace her ailing secretary the temp agency sends Greg Lawless, a secretive temp without credentials who possesses exceptional office skills and a voice that curls Carina's toes.
With this temp comes temptation, and Carina's problems multiply. Her strong attraction to Greg leaves her in breathless confusion. Her longing for his hard body interferes with her work, but he determinedly keeps her on track.
She seeks advice from her support team -- her best friends and her mother -- who advise her to pursue Greg with a vengeance, the identical path her heart wants to pursue. Under this pressure Greg succumbs and shares her bed.
Then Carina learns someone, perhaps even Greg, seeks to destroy her company. Torn between her belief in his innocence, and he's likely guilt, Carina tells Greg she's terminating him, but Greg convinces her to give him twenty-four hours to find her saboteur and prove his innocence. Can he?
EXCERPT
Carina Carrington's fingers flew across the computer keyboard.
Not fast enough.
She'd never meet her schedule without another pair of hands. Of all possible days, why did Rachael pick today to call in sick?
And what happened to her replacement? The temp agency had promised to send a secretary an hour ago. What was keeping her?
At the scrape of a leather shoe sole, Carina's concentration cracked.
"Hello, is anyone here?"
Startled, Carina hit a wrong key. Unless his face matches that heart-stopping voice, I'll throttle this salesman.
She abandoned the keyboard and swiveled around in her chair. Six feet of tanned muscles crossed her carpet. No way would she choke this hunk.
"There's no one at the desk out front," a husky male voice rasped.
Surrounded by masculine scent, Carina riveted her gaze on his business card, then glanced up. Devilish blue eyes locked with hers. She looked away to conceal her unprofessional, very unladylike reaction.
"I'm Gregory Lawless from Data Services. Pat Kilpatrick said to see Mrs. Carrington. Your receptionist--"
"Has the flu."
This perfect example of centerfold material could not possibly type.
With all the work still to turn out, I'll kill Pat, instead.
Reluctantly Carina pushed back her chair and stood to shake his hand. Good grip, self-confident. "That's why you're here, Mr. Lawless. I'm short handed today, and it's Miss Carrington."
She indicated a chair and waited for him to sit. "The agency didn't say they were sending a man." Oops. Maybe employers weren't supposed to say things like that anymore.
"Is that a problem?"
"Only if you can't do the job." She wasn't about to acknowledge how difficult he made the simple act of speech He folded his lanky frame into the visitor's chair she'd indicated and placed a folder on her desk. "Ms. Kilpatrick asked me to give you this copy of my résumé."
A deep cleft creased his chin. How could she think with that distraction? With her weakness for cleft chins she couldn't hope to actually work around this man. His devastating smile belonged in a bedroom. In a bar. Anywhere but in her office, ruining her concentration.
