Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Office Romance
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Publication Date: Mar. 22, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
“Like wildfire, rumors are easy to spread… and hard to extinguish.”
Flat broke and down on her luck, Emerson Hastings is handed the perfect opportunity. Executive assistant to the head of Creative Marketing at Dixon Advertising. It’s a chance to prove herself, move up with the company, and land her dream job in media advertising. What Emerson doesn’t know is that her boss should come with a warning label. He’s hotheaded, demanding, and sexy as sin.
When long days turn into late nights with her boss, rumors about Emerson and Ryder begin to spread. By the time they circle back to her, they’re difficult to ignore, making her attraction to her boss hard to deny. Everyone has an opinion and no one cares if the rumors are true. No one except Emerson.
Rachael is a midwest girl (yes, they say she has an accent but no, she doesn't hear it) who loves to create amazing stories that tug at your heart strings with book boyfriends that you wish were real. She keeps her storylines realistic - either she's heard about it happening to someone or feels that it could happen in real life. She also likes her characters to be relatable so she tries to give them at least one characteristic that is similar to someone she knows.
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From Award-Winning Author Rachael Brownell comes a series of six stand-alone, office romance novels.
Gossip in the break room.
Whispers in the hallway.
Like wildfire, rumors are easy to spread.... and hard to extinguish.
Find out which rumors are fact and which are pure speculation.
“Stop fidgeting,” Angela says, shutting off the engine. “It’s not like he’s going to whisk you away to his bedroom and have his way with you. Well, unless you ask nicely.”
“Stop it,” I scold as Ryder’s front door opens and my sexy boss appears, sans shirt, his shorts riding low on his hips. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
“All you have to do is ask,” Angela teases as she opens her door, moving swiftly before I have a chance to smack her.
Following her lead, I begin gathering bags from the trunk. When I turn to follow Angela, I find my path blocked.
“How’s your head?” Ryder asks, taking the bags from my hand.
“Oh, yeah. Slept it off. I’m good.” I’m fumbling over every word as I stare at Ryder's bare chest.
I’ve seen him without a shirt on before, and yes, I enjoyed the view then, but this is different. We’re not at the office. No one is around except Angela and she seems to have disappeared. This feels dangerous and dirty, and all I want is to reach out and trace the lines of his peck and maybe his abs. Or the top of his waistband.