The
Negotiator, an all-new sexy, romantic comedy standalone from Avery Flynn is now
LIVE!!!
Negotiator, an all-new sexy, romantic comedy standalone from Avery Flynn is now
LIVE!!!
The
Negotiator by Avery Flynn
Negotiator by Avery Flynn
Release
Date: April 24th, 2017
Date: April 24th, 2017
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Contemporary Romance
Wanted:
Personal Buffer
Personal Buffer
Often
snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions
AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or
general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality
required.
snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions
AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or
general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality
required.
Workaholic
billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a buffer from their
marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with candidates
to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes
his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of
the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest
promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancé…
billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a buffer from their
marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with candidates
to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes
his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of
the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest
promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancé…
This
free-spirit might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she
negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to
give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy
junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for date nights (aka
panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants
lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
free-spirit might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she
negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to
give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy
junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for date nights (aka
panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants
lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
Yup,
she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiable
six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met this match…
she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiable
six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met this match…
Excerpt:
A teasing promise lit her eyes. “And
I never would have guessed you didn’t have any experience working with your
hands.”
I never would have guessed you didn’t have any experience working with your
hands.”
Now that was just a straight up lie.
“I never said that. You know very well that I’m good with my hands.”
He reached out and tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear, letting his touch
linger. “Very good.”
“I never said that. You know very well that I’m good with my hands.”
He reached out and tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear, letting his touch
linger. “Very good.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t move
away as his fingers trailed down the soft column of her neck. Her pulse
thrummed under his touch and one glance down at the hard peaks pushing against
her thin T-shirt confirmed she was skating along the same fault line between
sanity and lust that he was.
away as his fingers trailed down the soft column of her neck. Her pulse
thrummed under his touch and one glance down at the hard peaks pushing against
her thin T-shirt confirmed she was skating along the same fault line between
sanity and lust that he was.
“Are you flirting with me?” she
asked, her voice breathy.
asked, her voice breathy.
“No.” He didn’t flirt. That was
Hudson. Sawyer was the grumpy brother. He never flirted. Still, his hand didn’t
drop from where he was touching her and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her
perfect pink mouth.
Hudson. Sawyer was the grumpy brother. He never flirted. Still, his hand didn’t
drop from where he was touching her and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her
perfect pink mouth.
“Of course not.” She leaned
forward, cutting the distance between them, so close he could feel her soft
breath against his skin. “That would violate the contract.”
forward, cutting the distance between them, so close he could feel her soft
breath against his skin. “That would violate the contract.”
The temptation to dip his head the few
inches to kiss her had his entire body hard and wound tight with anticipation.
Lust ran through him like a runaway freight train. The little voice in the back
of his head screaming that this was a bad idea suffered the same fate as it had
in the supply closet last night: death by ignoring. Clover Lee had that effect
on him. It was going to be a very long month and a half.
inches to kiss her had his entire body hard and wound tight with anticipation.
Lust ran through him like a runaway freight train. The little voice in the back
of his head screaming that this was a bad idea suffered the same fate as it had
in the supply closet last night: death by ignoring. Clover Lee had that effect
on him. It was going to be a very long month and a half.
“The napkin didn’t say anything
about flirting,” he said.
about flirting,” he said.
No, he was totally free to give himself
blue balls the size of watermelons every time he came near his personal buffer.
blue balls the size of watermelons every time he came near his personal buffer.
“Ah-ha!” The triumphant sound
escaped her lush lips as she straightened, expanding the space between them and
dislodging his hand from her soft skin. “You are flirting.”
escaped her lush lips as she straightened, expanding the space between them and
dislodging his hand from her soft skin. “You are flirting.”
Was he? No. He was torturing himself.
That was a very different sort of hell. “You take all the fun out of
things.”
That was a very different sort of hell. “You take all the fun out of
things.”
“No way.” She shook her head,
the movement letting a few more silky strands loose from the knot on the top of
her head. “I am the definition of fun. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be
in your office banging on your keyboard.”
the movement letting a few more silky strands loose from the knot on the top of
her head. “I am the definition of fun. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be
in your office banging on your keyboard.”
“I don’t bang.”
“Not me, you don’t,” She shot
him a cocky smirk. “It’s in the contract.”
him a cocky smirk. “It’s in the contract.”
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About
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the Author:
Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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