Release date: 6/23/15
About the book: Omar Esterly is married to his job. But
when Omar sets his sights on a potential, family-oriented client, his confirmed
bachelorhood becomes a problem. Fortunately, his friend and employee, Devi
Boss, has the perfect plan…
Okay, so it wasn't exactly Devi's
plan to become her friend's fake fiancée. Lies aren't her style. However, Omar
offers her a big, beautiful raise—enough to track down the missing father she's
never known—and Devi reluctantly agrees to the whole engagement hoax…
This was supposed to be a
no-strings-attached win-win for both Devi and Omar, but when they cross the
line between friendship and…well, something more, Devi realizes she’s made a
huge mistake that just might cost her both job and friend—falling for her
fiancé.
About
the author:
Christine Warner is living her dream in rural Michigan along
with her family, one laptop, and a much loved assortment of furry friends.
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her
family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmetic. A confessed people
watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She
loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy,
heroines. A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys
meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter, and her website
at christine-warner.com.
EXCERPT
He checked his watch. “Lunch will be over if you…”
The bathroom door squeaked slightly as it opened, and he turned.
His heart galloped, then went into a full-blown stampede.
Devi walked across the room. Although her hair fell down past
her chest in two loosely gathered pigtails, they bounced with each step. So
shiny, he wanted to reach out and touch the fullness, grab a handful, and
smell. Hell, he wanted to slide her hair from the two flower clips and tangle
his fingers through the silky-looking waves. She chose that moment to spin in a
circle.
“What do you think? Too old school?”
“What?”
“The suit. I bought it on a fifties replica website online. I
like the style, but I know most people don’t swim in suits like this. It’s a
swimdress actually. Don’t you love the cute black and white polka dots? I adore
polka dots. And how it gathers at the waist, and the sweetheart neckline, how
cool…”
Her words were lost to him. All his focus centered on the rays
of sunlight illuminating her face as her mouth moved, each word forming on
glossy red lips but never quite reaching his ears. The way her eyelashes
fluttered over her cheeks as she inspected her suit, tugging at the waistline
and running her fingers along the edge of material that nestled against the
swell of her breasts.
And then there were her legs. Where the hell did she get legs
like that? Long, toned, and tanned the perfect shade of light brown. They
looked smooth, and his fingers ached to reach out and touch them.
What the hell? He’d seen her legs thousands of times when she
wore a dress—the mainstay of her wardrobe— even caught glimpses of her upper
thigh from time to time, but to see the entire package…
Holy shit! She spun around again.
“O, I want your opinion.”
Damn. Her legs were incredible, but her ass. That suit did
amazing things to her ass. He couldn’t stop staring, and when she turned back
around to face him he craned his neck to try to follow the view.
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