New Release! Right For the Job: A Billionaire Romance

 

Right For the Job

 

Announcing my newest steamy romance book: Right For the Job: A Billionaire Romance.

 

Check out the summary:

She knows she’s right for the job. The only person standing in her way is Shane Bennett.

Amanda’s used to working hard for things. At twenty-three, she has her whole life out in front of her. Sure, she received a little help to get her foot in the door of the marketing agency, but ever since then, she’s worked hard to carve out a career. Which is why the interview she’s been preparing a week for is so important. This is her opportunity to make a name for herself.

On the cusp of opening up branches in Europe for the first time, Shane has a lot to be happy about. Money is one thing he hasn’t had to worry about for a long time, but love seems just out of reach. For the last year, he’s sworn off women, and so far, that seems to work out for him. It’s lonely, sure, but at least he can focus on his work.

But all that changes when he visits Amanda’s branch. It was meant to be a routine stop along his route to all the branches in that district, but after talking with her and learning she’s about to interview for a promotion, he feels compelled to sit in on it. She’s beautiful, articulate, and capable, but he can’t let his blossoming attraction get in the way of doing his job.

This might not be the easy stop-and-go visit he anticipated. A limo ride and a penthouse hotel suite later, things get complicated fast.

If you enjoy steamy romance stories with alpha men, guilty pleasures, happily ever afters, no cliffhangers, and no cheating, then you’ll love Right For the Job. Get your fix with a story that hits the spot and doesn’t take all year to read.

 

You can find it here, free if you have Kindle Unlimited:

(and all other Amazon websites)

 

Here’s a sample portion of the story:


 

Right For the Job: A Billionaire Story 

(sample)

I never knew how the chairs in the hallway didn’t match the color of the walls until that day. Sure, I’d passed them hundreds of times, but I never really looked at them. Kind of like how you could wake up next to someone after ten years and still not really know who they are. Not that I had experience with that, but I’d heard it enough times.

I walked by several people, but I didn’t pause long enough for small talk. A nod here, a polite smile there was plenty enough to get me by. It wasn’t that I hated small talk. It was more that I had an endless pile of work to do and a boss who loved to delegate. Maureen was nice and all, but I already knew within my first month on the job that I could do hers. Not exactly the best feeling as a twenty-three-year-old fresh out of college and likely paid a third of what Maureen made.

A coworker waved before turning to enter the elevator. It seemed this office building was all hallways and luxury corner offices. Anyway, not that I should be complaining much. A lot of college grads these days were having a hard time finding jobs once they graduated, so I supposed I should’ve been happy with my small salary and smaller office. It was a little depressing to think that without my godfather pulling strings, I probably wouldn’t have gotten the job in the first place. All the more reason to work hard to earn it on the backend.

I finally reached my destination and turned the door handle to the office next to the coffeemaker, which was prime real estate as far as I was concerned. The woman behind the desk looked up, then brought her mouth back to the phone receiver.

“Yeah, I’m here,” she said. “Just have him get back to me when he’s in, would you? Tell him Pearla called and he’ll know who it is. Okay, thanks.”

Pearla hung up the phone and looked up. “Does anyone knock these days?” she asked dryly.

“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t even think about it. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Pull up a chair,” Pearla said. “I’ve got a lunch appointment across town, but I’ve got a few minutes. What’s up?”

I set down the folder I was holding and plopped onto the chair. Where do I begin? “It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re thinking about that promotion, aren’t you?”

I nodded. She could read me like a book. “I know I haven’t been here very long, and they’ll probably want someone more experienced, but I think I’d be really good at it.”

“Well, if it helps, I’m rooting for you.”

“Are you going to apply for it too?” I asked.

“No, it would be a lateral move for me, and I’m happy where I’m at. But I’d be happy to vouch for you if need a character witness.”

I rolled my eyes. “I think you’ve been watching too many courtroom dramas lately. I just hope I get a fair shot at it. The last two promotions they wouldn’t even allow me to apply.”

“Did you ask about this one?”

I fingered the edge of the folder on the corner of the desk. “I did. Maureen said I could.”

“That’s great. You’re halfway there.”

I laughed. “I wish. It feels like a lot further than that right now. Do you think they’ll just give it to the new guy?”

“Who, Chuck?”

“Yeah, the guy they’re transferring from Batesville. I mean, they have to be bringing him in for something.”

Pearla shook her head. “No, he’ll be a manager. A low level one, but above both of us.”

“I see. Well, I’ll just do as much prep work before the interview as I can and go from there.”

“That’s the spirit.” Pearla glanced at her watch. “Well, I should get going. Will I see you around later?”

I sighed. “Probably not. I just got done delivering a bunch of these folders, and now I need to hole myself away in my office for a while. If I don’t deliver this report to Maureen by the end of the day, she might not let me interview for the promotion after all.”

“Better get back to it, girl. I’ll see you later.”

Since letting off some steam to Pearla, I felt a lot better leaving the room than I did entering it. The box of doughnuts I passed walking in called my name even harder as I passed by it a second time, but I resisted. I gave myself a mental high five. I probably deserved an extra piece of chocolate for dessert that night as a reward.

I opened the door to my office already thinking about the work I needed to accomplish. I turned away from the desk and unloaded my stuff onto the chair in the corner.

“Hello there,” a man’s voice said behind me.

I whirled around, and my stomach jumped into my throat. A man in a sharp suit sat in my chair behind my desk, clicking away on the mouse like he owned the place.

(end of sample)


 

 

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