New
York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy concludes her sexy Billionaire
Bachelors Club series with a fiery romance that refuses to be left at the
office…
Bryn
James can’t take much more. Smart, sexy Matthew DeLuca is everything she
wants in a man, but he’s also her boss—the youngest, hottest vineyard owner
in the Napa Valley—and he doesn’t see her as anything more than his shy
assistant. That’s all about to change. Armed with a hot new look and an
attitude to match, Bryn is determined to catch Matt’s eye… professionalism be
damned.
With
his winery’s grand reopening approaching, Matt is trying to stay focused, but
Bryn is suddenly making it very difficult. He’s always thought her prim
demeanor effortlessly sexy, but Matt can’t deny that her transformation is
jaw-dropping …and going to make it very difficult to keep his hands to
himself.
But
when one thing leads to another and suddenly Matt is stripping Bryn bare,
he’ll be faced with the biggest risk of his career—and his heart. Can he
convince her—and himself—that this might just be more than a no-strings
office affair?
EXCERPT
“Don’t
be so cranky. It’s okay to admit you have a thing for Bryn.” Ivy leans
forward in her chair, a secretive smile curling her lips. “I have a feeling
she has a thing for you too, you know.”
I
do know. And I can’t act on it. Bryn James works for me. She’s my assistant.
She’s by my side constantly; we spend more time with each other than probably
anyone else in our lives, especially lately what with the winery’s grand
reopening approaching. She’s a representative of my business. If I were to
fuck around with the help and the relationship fell apart, I’d be in huge
trouble. She could screw me over financially every which way by suing me for
sexual harassment and I’d be left with a limp dick in my hand and a ruined
business.
Yeah.
Not going to take the chance. Saw it happen with my father. Not going to let
it happen to me.
“It
doesn’t matter. Nothing can happen.” I send Ivy a stern look. “And this
conversation can never leave this office.” Glancing over her shoulder, I try
to see if Bryn is at her desk but the chair is empty.
Thank
Christ.
Ivy’s
expression goes solemn and she holds up three fingers. “This conversation
stays here. Scout’s honor.”
“You
were never a scout,” I mutter, afraid she’s making a promise on an untruth.
She’ll probably just blab to everyone. Or specifically Archer and Gage. I
don’t need to hear their shit.
And
I am worrying way too much over this.
She
laughs again. “I won’t say a word, I promise. But I need to tell you
something, Matt.” She leans in close, her voice dropping. “She’s got a major
crush on you. You might not see it but it’s there—sounding in her voice,
shining in her eyes, every time she looks at you, talks about you. The way
her body turns into yours every time the two of you are
together . . . it’s pretty obvious. A body language
expert would have a field day with you two.”
Body
language expert? What the hell is Ivy talking about? “I have no idea what
you’re referring to, but office crushes are just that. Crushes. Harmless
attractions no one ever acts on. Period. End of story.”
This
is what I keep telling myself. I can’t pursue anything with Bryn, no matter
how much I’m tempted to. Not only would it be wildly inappropriate, dating my
assistant, but we come from two different worlds. She seems nice and normal,
quiet and unobtrusive, and I am anything but. My life has been a circus
sideshow for years.
“I
get it. You’re trying to do the right thing, and I admire that. So, of course
you don’t see anything beyond an efficient assistant in Miss James.”
Well.
Ivy’s not too far off the mark. When I first met Bryn, she hardly said two words,
kept her head bent when I spoke to her and offered lots of yes-sir and
no-sir answers. She had this way of almost blending in with the walls,
like she didn’t want anyone to notice her.
So
I didn’t.
As
we got comfortable working together though, something happened. I’m thinking
Ivy had a hand in Bryn’s slow transformation. She actually makes eye contact
when she speaks to me, and she’s become somewhat animated. Started to wear
bolder colors as well, drawing my attention to her chest though I keep my eyes
averted as best I can.
These
subtle changes made me notice all of the little things—like the color of her
eyes (blue), how her hair looks (like silk and I want to touch it), and the
tempting fullness of her lips (they’re spectacular).
Her
gaze lingers when she looks at me and sometimes so does mine. Her smile
softens, her voice drops lower when she speaks, sparking my imagination.
Would she sound like that right before I kissed her? Took off her clothes?
Took her to my bed?
Yeah.
All of those are dangerous thoughts. I almost prefer the old Miss James. The
one who was like the wallpaper—boring and nondescript. Mean to say, but hell,
the last thing I need is a distraction.
And
she’s become the biggest distraction I’m currently facing. The very last one
I need.
ABOUT MONICA MURPHY
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native
Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of
three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She
is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
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Thursday, December 5, 2013
Cover Reveal & Excerpt: SAVOR by Monica Murphy
We are thrilled to share the cover for Monica Murphy's SAVOR. SAVOR is a sexy Contemporary Romance novel in Monica's The Billionaire Bachelors Series. Check out the hot cover then read on to learn more about SAVOR and read an excerpt!
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