Blurb: As the personal assistant to the owner of
one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at
maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible
habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction
rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous
sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with
women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his
name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an
infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and
he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to
her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and
ruin their chance at something real?
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Excerpt:
Tiffany Brooks heard the familiar tocato-tocato-tocato
sound of a purring motor. She
swiveled
in her office chair to look out the window and saw him park his custom
chopper
next to her car on the paved lot of Stoub Engineering.
Straddling his chrome bike wearing chunky
leather-work boots, jeans, and a simple
white
T-shirt, Declan Cage set her heart to pitter-pat.
She touched her chest and groused, “You’re
not attracted to him, Tiffany.”
Tucking a piece of sable-brown hair behind
her ear, she straightened her shoulders
and
put on her toothy-white smile.
“Good morning,” she said when he entered
the building.
“Morning, Ms. Brooks.”
She observed him coming toward her desk
and willed her face to look pleasant, yet
restrained.
She needed to keep her gaze particularly uninterested in him although the
smug
politeness she plastered across her features was hard to accomplish. Declan had
a
swagger
that made her want to gawk at him.
“How are you today?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”
“Fabulous.”
Her response was a blank faced, “I’m
sorry. I’m not good with names.”
He crinkled his brow, and the muscle in
his jaw flexed. Yeah. There it was. The look.
She’d
definitely gotten under his skin.
“I’m Declan.” He turned slightly to show
her his back and gestured over his shoulder
toward
the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on his thumb gleamed. “From DC
Construction,”
he said. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged beneath
the
shirt.
“Oh yes.” She waved her hand about.
She knew who he was and had immediately
recognized him the first time he’d
sauntered
into the office over a month ago. She’d played it cool then, and she’d play it
cool
now. Besides, revealing her little secret would be nothing but detrimental. Yet
even
if
it was a dangerous game, she loved bugging the hell out of him with her
I’m-bad-with names
thing,
especially since she imagined he wasn’t used to a woman forgetting him.
Continuing with the
I’m-a-busy-professional-who’s-not-impressed-by-you farce, she
casually
glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid closed, then looked back up at him. “How
may
I help you today?”
“Matthew called me this morning. He said
he left some plans here and I should come
by
to pick them up.”
“Plans for the Cherry Hills project,
right?”
Declan smiled, and his dimples made an
appearance through the brownish stubble on
his
face. Tiffany shook her legs beneath her desk a couple of times then stopped
the
nervous
movement, glad he couldn’t see them.
“Yes,” he said. “For the parking garage.”
She rolled her chair back and stood,
sliding her hands down the sides of her hips,
hoping
to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt and secretly wishing to bring attention
to
her
curves. She removed her sweater so the silk and lace tank top hidden beneath
could
be
seen. When she flopped the garment over the back of her chair, she straightened
her
spine
and pressed her ample breasts out.
“Follow me,” she said, tugging at the hem
of her shirt.
Satisfied she’d given him a fairly good
view of her hourglass figure, she glanced up.
Declan stood beside her, and even though
she wore four-inch heels, he towered above
her.
His height sort of intimidated her, but her body didn’t seem to impress him.
Crap.
He pulled a cell phone from the leather
holder hooked to his jeans and stared at the
screen.
“Sorry,” he said in a bored tone. “I forgot to send a text.” His fingers
tapped. He
put
the phone away in a lackadaisical manner. “Lead on.”
Unwilling to let his lack of interest faze
her, she gave Declan her back and walked.
“The plans are in Mr. Stoub’s office.”
“Super,” he said.
She sashayed across the room with her chin
held high, stopping at the marble counter
across
from the conference room and pointing toward the fancy coffeemaker. “There’s
fresh
coffee. Can I get you some?”
“No. I’m fine. But thanks for offering,”
he said.
“Mm.” She continued toward the office,
Declan following her. “Well.…” After walking
in,
she eyed several elongated white tubes sitting on top of the oversized desk and
gestured
toward one wingback chair. “Have a seat. It will take me a second or two to
find
the
right drawings.” She walked around the office furniture as Declan sat on the
edge of
the
chair. Picking up one tube, she read the label. “Sawyer,” she said and set it
down in
too
much of a rush. Her hand accidently hit the other containers. They jostled and
started
to roll. She tried to stop their momentum, but several of the cylinders went
over
the
side and hit the floor. “Geez Louise.” Tiffany sidestepped and bent to get
them.
Declan had already jumped up to help her.
“Here, let me,” he said, coming to her
side and squatting next to her.
When he reached for the mess, his right
arm brushed against the top portion of her
left
shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the contact and thought her heart would
stop
from
the frisson of energy snapping over her skin. Every part of her body became
aware
of
him. He was potent. And virile. A rough, intoxicating man in his prime.
Refusing to be reduced to a quivering
weakling, she reminded herself he was only a
man,
akin to any other, and turned to see his face. “Thank you.”
He met her gaze. “Anytime.”
Those eyes.
The color of the sea. Deep, blue-green, and fathomless.
Who was she trying to kid? Declan Cage
wasn’t just any man. She looked away and
focused
on something else.
Tiffany fixed her attention on the clutter
she’d created, but she was still watching
him—staring
at his large hands while he gathered up the blueprint holders. She licked
her
lips and pictured those hands on her body, fondling her.
Author Bio:
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never
felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down
in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband
and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published
author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she
did, that big imagination of hers, and all those
clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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