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Lauren<\/p>\n
Going back to work was supposed to be a painless transition, but when my new boss turns out to be an arrogant, cocky jerk, he quickly turns my professional life into a world of torture. Okay, fine, calling him an asshat before knowing he was my boss wasn’t my finest moment. Hating him should be easy. I just never counted on him being so gorgeous or charming when he’s not annoying me.<\/p>\n
Austin<\/p>\n
I expected my new assistant to be professional and punctual, but all I’m getting are dirty looks and rude comments. I should fire the little hellion, but instead all I can think about is bending her over my desk and breaking every rule I’ve ever made for myself.<\/p>\n
One look. One touch. One night. If we break the rules, our lives will never be the same again.<\/p>\n
Good thing rules were made to be broken. And besides, it feels so good to Tempt the Boss.<\/p>\n
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I FREAKING LOVE THIS BOOK!! <\/b><\/p>\n
5 huge stars!<\/strong><\/p>\n An enemies-to-lovers story, this book is smart and sexy with fantastic banter and a heap of snark, and it\u2019s absolutely hilarious! I haven\u2019t laughed this hard while reading in such a long time, I had tears streaming down my face! So much fun! And the love story is sweet and emotional, making this a really well-rounded read that I could not put down. A definite favourite, I loved it!<\/p>\n Lauren\u2019s picture-perfect life fell apart when she learned that her husband was cheating on her. Now newly divorced and with two children to support, she is re-entering the workforce. While driving to work on her first day she is rear-ended and ends up being late because she\u2019s dealing with the \u201casshat<\/i>\u201d who ran into her. So imagine her horror when she turns up to work to find that the asshat is actually her new boss, Austin.<\/p>\n Austin has been through ten PAs in a matter of weeks. He\u2019s a demanding jerk who treats his assistants terribly, and is a downright dick to Lauren, but there\u2019s something about him that is so damn appealing! He\u2019s gorgeous, of course, and his smooth arrogance lets you know that you\u2019re in for a highly entertaining story when met with Lauren\u2019s sass and feistiness. The fact that they\u2019re both physically attracted to each other creates an added edge to their already electric dynamic, and it takes no time at all for the fireworks to begin.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s nothing more than a crazy chick with a tight ass. Who will get me coffee daily.\u201d This book is so freaking funny. The arguing and banter between Lauren and Austin sets the tone, and when they start pranking each other in a bid to one-up the other, I could not stop laughing.<\/p>\n But underneath all of the snark and pranks is a simmering chemistry that grows into mad lust, and when it reaches the breaking point, holy damn! Hot, steamy, and hella dirty, these two both know what they want in the bedroom, they\u2019re not afraid to ask for it, or to experiment, and the sexy time is sizzling!<\/p>\n The shift in their relationship is well paced and natural as their professed hatred of each other moves to lust and a gradual growing of emotions. And as they get to know each other, real feelings develop and I loved watching it all unfold.<\/p>\n \u201cI want you \u2026 Only you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, and you keep me on my fucking toes. You make me want everything, and I\u2019ve never wanted everything. I\u2019ve only wanted me. Now, I want you and everything that comes with you.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n The drama is minimal, and there\u2019s no game playing or stupid angst. It\u2019s a big shift for both of them as they come into each others\u2019 lives and figure out what they want and how to make it all work, but it\u2019s all handled well and sensibly, and it\u2019s a sweet, and gorgeously heartfelt journey.<\/p>\n And watching it all play out is Austin\u2019s two best friends, Noah and John, and I honestly could not get enough of these guys. They tease each other constantly, and the texts, joking and \u2018brotherly support\u2019 was absolute gold! Lauren also has her posse of supporters (her hippie-ish sister Kaleigh is hilarious), and the group of side characters as a whole are fantastically fun and bring a lot to the story. And I loved the inclusion of Lauren\u2019s children, Gabe and Rachel, who are wonderfully written, and I thought their part of the story was really well done.<\/p>\n The book is written in dual POV with a bit of overlap so that we get to see key moments from both perspectives, and I really liked that! It provides extra depth as we get to see what each of them are experiencing, and we get to know both Lauren and Austin really well, which I loved because they are both such fantastic characters. Strong, smart and bold, I enjoyed their clashes just as much as their sweet and tender moments, and the sizzling hotness that they shared.<\/p>\n This book has it all \u2013 laugh-out-loud funny, seriously hot sexy time and a gorgeous and heartfelt love story. I read it in one sitting, unable to put it down, and I honestly wish I could go back and experience it for the first time all over again. It finishes well with a really sweet epilogue, and it looks like there may be a follow up story for Noah and Kaleigh, so I\u2019m keeping my fingers crossed for more.<\/p>\n Recommended for all fans of sexy romantic comedy, this book is a total winner!<\/p>\n 5 stars.<\/p>\n An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lauren<\/b><\/p>\n I\u2019m singing along to Maroon Five\u2019s \u201cDon\u2019t Wanna Know\u201d when a call comes in. Penelope\u2019s name flashes on the screen. Penelope is my friend from college, the only friend who I kept in touch with. She runs an HR firm that specializes in placing temps. She is the reason I have this job right now.<\/p>\n \u201cHello,\u201d I say while I wait for her voice to fill the car.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, there, just checking in. You ready?\u201d she asks me. I hear her rustling papers in the background, so I know she is already at her desk.<\/p>\n \u201cYup, I\u2019m on my way there now. I\u2019m so nervous, I may puke, though. But I\u2019ll be on time.\u201d I chuckle at the thought of me barfing all over my new boss. I brake for the traffic that is slowing to a crawl in front of me when I feel my van jerk forward slightly. My head flies forward and then snaps back. Looking in my mirror, I see that someone just hit me.<\/p>\n \u201cOh my god. Someone just ran into me. Fuck me, P. I have to call you back,\u201d I say, unlocking my seatbelt and climbing out of the car.<\/p>\n I put my Tory Birch sunglasses on top of my head, walking to the back to see the damage. I don\u2019t even have time to get there before I hear a raspy voice ask, \u201cWhat the hell is wrong with you? You just stopped!\u201d I put a hand over my eyes to block the sun and see him. And boy, do I see him. My heart skips a beat when he whips his aviator sunglasses off his face.<\/p>\n He\u2019s about six feet tall, maybe taller, with dark hair that\u2019s short on the sides and a bit longer at the top, which almost looks like it was combed back by his hands. His eyes are a mossy green with shimmery gold flecks in them that I can see thanks to the sun hitting them just right. A freshly-shaven face that shows off the strong angles of his jaw and hints at where I\u2019m sure a five-o\u2019clock-shadow of delicious stubble will emerge in a few hours.<\/p>\n He\u2019s wearing a suit minus the jacket. His dark blue pants are a perfect fit, molding to him like they were made especially for him, and from the looks of them, they probably were. His crisp, white dress shirt is open at the collar and covers his broad chest and thick biceps. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and show off a big, masculine silver Rolex watch.<\/p>\n He throws his hand up as he angrily asks, \u201cIs something wrong with you? Are you drunk?\u201d<\/p>\n I take a step back, putting my hand to my stomach. \u201cAre you talking to me?\u201d I look around wondering if there is someone else he could be talking to. \u201cYou hit me. You. Hit. Me.\u201d I storm to the back of the car to assess the damage. I see that my bumper is a bit scratched, but his Porsche is going to need some body work.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t believe this. I can\u2019t flipping believe this! Now I\u2019m going to be late because you were probably too busy on your phone texting to pay attention to the road.\u201d I walk to my car, opening the door and leaning across the seat to grab my purse. Cars pass us slowly, everyone taking a look to see what\u2019s going on.<\/p>\n Looking at the clock on the dash, I see that I have to be at my new job in twenty minutes. Grabbing my license, registration, and insurance ID card, I slam the door and walk over to see him leaning on the side of my car, watching me.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to be late. Is there any way we can just exchange numbers and get all the information after?\u201d I ask, looking through the papers.<\/p>\n I hear him huff. \u201cYou probably don\u2019t have insurance, which is why you want to call me later so you can get some while I drive around with a missing a light.\u201d He walks over to his car, leans down, and grabs his phone from the driver\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n I look at him. \u201cSo, you weren\u2019t on the phone? Riiighhhhttt,\u201d I say glaring at him.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t have all day. Some of us have actual work to do. What do you want from me?\u201d His tone is snarky.<\/p>\n \u201cActually, I don\u2019t want anything from you. My car has a scratch, yours is the one that is damaged. Besides, it wasn\u2019t even my fault. Maybe we should call the police to make a report so we can get it on the record that you were driving while texting.\u201d I lean my head to the side. \u201cI\u2019m not a police officer or anything, but I think that\u2019s against the law.\u201d<\/p>\n He snarls at me, \u201cJust give me your number.\u201d I tell him my number, and when he asks my name, I gladly tell him. \u201cThe woman whose car you hit because you were texting while driving.\u201d He looks at me and his eyebrows pinch together. \u201cIs that name already taken?\u201d I ask him, waiting for his answer. When I realize he isn\u2019t going to reply, I ask him, \u201cNow, what\u2019s yours?\u201d He shoots off his number, and I store it in my phone.<\/p>\n I turn around to walk away. \u201cAren\u2019t you going to ask me my name?\u201d He puts his hands on his hips, his biceps bulging and his chest looking impossibly broader.<\/p>\n \u201cNope, no need. I just put you under \u2018Asshat who texts while driving and hit my car.\u2019\u201d I smile at him. \u201cHave a fabulous day,\u201d I grumble, turning around and getting back in the car.<\/p>\n Fuck. I see that I now have ten minutes to get there. I dial Penelope right after I buckle and take off watching the asshole get into his car. \u201cI think I might still make it,\u201d I tell her even before she says hello.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay. I called and told them there was an accident on the way, and they said not to worry, that Austin was going to be late, too. So, you\u2019re still good to go. \u00a0How\u2019s the damage?\u201d she asks.<\/p>\n \u201cMinivan: 1 \u2013 Porsche: 0.\u201d I laugh and tell her I\u2019ll check back in with her at lunch.<\/p>\n When I finally make it to the office building, I check my face and apply lip gloss one more time before walking inside. I look at my phone and notice that I\u2019m only seven minutes late. Not bad all things considered. I walk in and tell the security guard I am there for Barbara at Mackenzie Jacob Associates. When he calls up, he gets the all clear to send me up.<\/p>\n I make my way up to the forty-sixth floor and walk to the receptionist, who is smiling from ear-to-ear. \u201cHi. I\u2019m here to see Barbara. My name is Lauren. I\u2019m the temp,\u201d I explain as she gets up and comes around to shake my hand, introducing herself as Carmen. She then takes me back to meet Barbara.<\/p>\n Barbara is short with white hair, and her glasses are perched on her nose. \u201cHey, there, Lauren. I\u2019m so happy to finally meet you. I\u2019ve heard great things from Penelope.\u201d She reaches out to shake my hand and motions for me to sit down.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you so much, and I\u2019m so sorry I\u2019m late. I was in a little fender bender, and I tried to finish as fast as I could,\u201d I tell her, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.<\/p>\n \u201cNo worries. I heard Austin was going to be about ten minutes late, but he got here right before you did. Now, if you will fill out these papers here, I will get your elevator pass ready for you,\u201d she says while she goes to her cabinet in the corner.<\/p>\n Because this is just a temp job, I don\u2019t have to do much. Just an emergency contact form. \u201cNow, I should warn you that this is the tenth temp we have hired for this position\u2026 this month,\u201d she finishes quickly.<\/p>\n I look at her, confused. \u201cBut it\u2019s only the seventeenth of November.\u201d My heart starts racing. What if he throws me out? What if he laughs at me since I haven\u2019t worked in ten years?<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Mackenzie is, um, well\u2026 special to work for,\u201d she murmures while looking down at the papers in front of her and not even trying not make eye contact with me.<\/p>\n \u201cSpecial? What does that mean?\u201d I ask, my eyebrows pinching together.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s just say that my money is on you.\u201d She gets up. \u201cShall we?\u201d She points to the door. I nod at her, trying to get some saliva going in my mouth. It\u2019s dry, and my palms are sweating. I think my armpits are actually starting to sweat, too. Oh boy. I can\u2019t do this. I should turn around and run away.<\/p>\n But before I can make my move, we reach a door that is closed. The big brown door is solid, and the windows that look out into the office have their shades drawn. I hear Barbara knock on the door before we enter.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t see much in front of her. I just look around the office at the view of the city, since there are wall-to-wall windows affording it an amazing view. I don\u2019t have a chance to look much further, because all I hear is a raspy voice asking, \u201cAre you fucking stalking me? Did you follow me here?\u201d I whip my head around to look at him.<\/p>\n Just my luck. It\u2019s the asshat from this morning, the one who hit me. Except now, the asshat is sitting behind the desk, the desk that apparently belongs to my new temporary boss.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Austin<\/b><\/p>\n I\u2019m already having the shittiest day ever and it\u2019s only fucking eight o\u2019clock. My alarm didn\u2019t wake me at five a.m. like it does every day, so I didn\u2019t have a chance to get my run in before I had to head to work.<\/p>\n Just a quick shower and a coffee before I hurried out. I walked out of my apartment, rushed to the elevator, and ran smack into my ex who, according to her, \u2018just happened to be in the area.\u2019<\/p>\n It took a lot for me not to roll my eyes at her. She wasn\u2019t in the area; she\u2019s fucking the dude who lives upstairs. Not that I care. I was the one who let her go. Whatever, I blew her off and headed to my car.<\/p>\n Right as I started up my car, my mother decided it was a great day to call and lay out everything that\u2019s wrong with my life. I\u2019m nearing forty; all I have is my career, blah blah blah. Newsflash, Mom, that\u2019s all I want.<\/p>\n So, just when I thought it couldn\u2019t get any worse, I hit a mini bus, or a van, or whatever the hell it\u2019s called.<\/p>\n I expected a frumpy housewife to get out of the car, but instead I was greeted by a woman who could only be described as sex-on-a-stick, or I guess I should say two sticks, because those legs of hers aren\u2019t something I\u2019ll forget anytime soon. I couldn\u2019t even talk I was so stunned. Then she bent over her seat and presented me with the most perfect ass. I think I actually groaned.<\/p>\n My cock was getting ready to salute her right then and there as she walked back to me from her minivan. The thought that she was someone\u2019s wife and I was jonesing on her made my skin crawl. I may be an asshole, but I don\u2019t fuck with marriages or people in relationships. There are more than enough single people on earth to not get involved with someone who isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n I tried to see if she was wearing a ring, but I couldn\u2019t see anything. I took her number, and she rushed away.<\/p>\n The whole way to work, I replayed the scene in my head over and over again. I tried to think back on anything that I could have said that would have had her reacting so hostilely.<\/p>\n I got to the office just four minutes late. I absolutely loathe tardiness; people who are late drive me nuts. I built this company from the ground up. I am now the most sought-after commercial contract developer in the city, especially when it comes to entertainment establishments. If you want to open a restaurant or nightclub in this city, let\u2019s just say I am known widely as the best choice to make sure it happens.<\/p>\n There is never a dull moment in this business. If I have to get in there and swing a hammer or wash the damn glasses myself, I do it. There is nothing I won\u2019t do to protect my and my company\u2019s reputation. If you are opening a restaurant or a nightclub and you attach it to the name Mackenzie Jacob, chances are it\u2019ll be a hit from day one.<\/p>\n So now, here I am walking into my office a few minutes late. The cute new receptionist, Carmen, is batting her eyes at me as I walk in, dragging out her greeting. \u201cGood Morning, Mr. Mackenzie.\u201d She\u2019s new here, so she mustn\u2019t have heard the news yet, but I don\u2019t fuck where I eat. Ever.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning. Is my new temp here yet?\u201d I ask her, getting right to the point as she hands me my messages. A new temp who is yet another thing I didn\u2019t need today.<\/p>\n Since my secretary retired last month, I\u2019ve gone through six or seven temps\u2026okay, maybe ten. But it\u2019s not all my fault. I can\u2019t take it if they\u2019re stupid and I have to sit there and spell things out for them. I need someone who can take direction, get it right the first time, and just do what I ask the first time I ask it. It\u2019s simple, really.<\/p>\n When I ask you to get me coffee, I\u2019m not asking you to join me for a cup. When I tell you to scan and email something, I don\u2019t need reporting of the task as if you\u2019re waiting for a sticker on your paper. When you have a caller on hold, I don\u2019t need you announcing them to me through the intercom in a singsong voice. I also don\u2019t need you knocking on my door every few minutes to ask me if I need anything. Trust me, when I need something, you\u2019ll be the first one to know.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you tell Barbara I\u2019m in now?\u201d I prompt her, walking away while I pull the collar from my neck, making my way down the hall toward my corner office.<\/p>\n I walk into my office, taking in the view of the city. We are on the forty-sixth floor, so I can see the skyline perfectly, and at night, it\u2019s even better. I eat, sleep, and breathe my work. There aren\u2019t set hours for my work. So, if I have to be at the office for fifteen hours a day, then that\u2019s what it takes. Which is why I don\u2019t need, or want, a wife at this point. I\u2019d just let them down.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve lost count of how many relationships I\u2019ve had that have ended because I wasn\u2019t there when I said I would be. I\u2019m married to my work, and she is my first priority.<\/p>\n Sitting in my chair, I start going through the messages. I flip through them, seeing two messages from Vegas. I\u2019m thinking of branching out and opening an office there, but something is stopping me. I like to stay local. I like to show up during construction. I like to pop in when you least expect it, and I wouldn\u2019t be able to do that if I branched out to Vegas.<\/p>\n I\u2019m about to call them back when there is a knock on the door. I don\u2019t even have to tell them to come in before Barbara opens the door. I look over at her. She\u2019s been here from day one, but she isn\u2019t what I\u2019m looking at this morning; it\u2019s the girl behind her.<\/p>\n Fucking unbelievable! This crazy chick followed me to my work. She is probably coming to sue me. I\u2019ll show her. \u201cAre you fucking stalking me? Did you follow me here?\u201d I growl at her while I stand up behind my desk.<\/p>\n Barbara\u2019s face pales and her mouth hangs open, but not the sassy one behind her. \u201cFollow you? Are you insane?\u201d She looks at Barbara. \u201cI can\u2019t do this. I totally understand why you\u2019ve gone through so many temps. Who would work for him?\u201d She shakes her head. \u201cNot only did he hit my car\u201d\u2014she looks at me\u2014\u201cwhile texting. The first thing he asked was if I was drunk!\u201d She looks back at Barbara, who then glares at me. Great, just great, she\u2019s on crazy chick\u2019s side. \u201cYou would think he would ask me if I\u2019m okay, right? Nope, not this guy. He wanted to know if I was drunk at eight a.m. Who the hell drinks at eight am anyway?\u201d She folds her arms under her breasts, unnecessarily pushing them up. Fuck. I can\u2019t stop the mental image of her standing there, arms crossed under her tits, in nothing but her shoes. I shake that thought from my head.<\/p>\n \u201cWait.\u201d I throw the messages on my desk. \u201cYou, you\u2019re my temp?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, sir,\u201d she says, and fuck me, but does that ever make me want to hold her hands behind her back as I bend her over my desk and pound into her while she calls me sir. \u201cI was your temp.\u201d She looks at Barbara. \u201cI wish you well.\u201d Then she turns and starts walking out the door.<\/p>\n Barbara\u2019s raised voice stops her. \u201cWait a second!\u201d She looks at me. \u00a0\u201cAustin Montgomery Mackenzie, is Lauren telling me that you hit her car and then asked her if she was drunk? I raised you better than that, young man,\u201d she chides in that sharp tone I remember from my childhood. Okay, so Barbara was also my nanny growing up. That was to be expected when you\u2019re the child of world-renowned doctors who jetted around the globe saving lives. One is a cardiologist, and the other is a brain surgeon. They had very little time to raise a child. So, that\u2019s where Barbara came in, and she stayed until I was eighteen. She retired, but when I opened this firm, she was the first one I thought of to handle the HR side of the company, something I knew she would handle far better than me. \u201cApologize right this second, Austin,\u201d she demands, and I scoff at her. I will not do any such thing.<\/p>\n \u201cShe braked suddenly for no reason! There was no one in front of her,\u201d I defend myself. Barbara\u2019s eyebrows pinch together, and she takes her glasses off so they hang on the chain around her neck. I know that if I don\u2019t say sorry, this will just end in her quitting again. Last time, it cost me a month-long Mediterranean cruise. \u201cFine,\u201d I huff out, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I accused you of being drunk. I should have just called you what you are\u2014a reckless, clueless female driver.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren stands there glaring at me as Barbara yells, \u201cI quit!\u201d This must shock Lauren, because she immediately goes to Barbara and strokes her back. \u201cOh no. No, no, no. Please, really, it\u2019s fine. It\u2019s totally okay. I accept his apology.\u201d She aims a glare at me. \u201cI understand now why so many women left, he\u2019s a…\u201d She leans in and whispers in Barbara\u2019s ear. I don\u2019t know what she says, but they both snicker. Great, just great.<\/p>\n \u201cYup, my money is on Lauren.\u201d She looks at me. \u201cYou\u2019re lucky she saved you this time.\u201d She smiles at Lauren. \u201cLet\u2019s do lunch tomorrow. Austin\u2019s treat.\u201d<\/p>\n She leaves the room leaving us all alone. \u201cFine. I guess I\u2019ll try and work with you, for Barbara.\u201d She walks out to the desk facing my office. She puts her purse on it. Turning the computer on, she grabs a pen and notepad and comes back in. \u201cNo time like the present to get this out of the way, so why don\u2019t we start with your expectations of me?\u201d<\/p>\n I look at her while she sits in the chair in front of me, crossing her legs at her ankles. I sit down, leaning back in my chair, and start rocking. \u201cOkay, fine. I expect you to be on time. Every day. No exceptions.\u201d<\/p>\n She doesn\u2019t write it down. \u201cThat isn\u2019t a problem. I hate when people are late, so you don\u2019t have to worry about that. Unless, of course, irresponsible people hit my car while I\u2019m innocently driving, I\u2019ll be here on time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is a list on your desk of routine tasks required of this position that you can read. If it\u2019s not clear enough, then come ask me questions. How\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n She gets up. \u201cThat sounds like a plan.\u201d She turns to walk away, and I watch her. Every fucking step she takes she swings her hips; the best thing is, she has no idea she\u2019s doing it. She has no idea that I\u2019m sitting here negotiating with myself about my own rule. I\u2019m not sure how I\u2019m going to get anything done, because fucking her on my desk is the only thing I can think of that needs to be done right now.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. 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\n\u201cOh, really?\u201d Her voice cuts through the air \u2026 \u201cWell then, I\u2019m happy I could assist you in your day,\u201d she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. \u201cI also got something for your friend,\u201d she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.
\n\u201cOh fuck, you are in so much fucking trouble. Dude, she is going to fucking string you up by the balls.\u201d <\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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